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Kim Possible: Possibly Strange
By LJ59
10
"This is preposterous," Edward spat.
"My son is precipitous, but speaks earnestly. Our best minds have worked for generations on this problem, and could never do anything. Yet you claim this woman actually has a cure," the Elder asked bluntly.
"Look, old man, it works. I'm proof. So is Deacon and his dad. They're both in jail, right now, and very, very normal. No more UV sensitivity. No more blood thirst. All but human. I've stood in the sun myself. Felt it. Enjoyed it," she admitted. "In fact, I look forward to tanning," she grinned.
Senor Roberto Senior, Sr. eyed the woman, and murmured inaudibly.
"I'm not nuts," she told him.
"So you say," Roberto Eduardo Senior, Junior huffed. "I think you are obviously mad. And to trust that…..girl!"
"Enough. I have already heard of Thaddeus. And the attack on his home. That said, I will await dawn to make any decision. Then, Bruno," he gestured to one of his Norm staff. "Will either see you stand under the sun, or fry like bacon."
"I don't fry," Shego smiled coolly, resisting the urge to summon the residual energies still permeating her cells to show him a nifty new parlor trick she had learned. "I sizzle."
"Indeed. Until dawn, my dear. Until then, would you like a refreshment?"
She eyed the pitcher of blood the maid brought forward to the Elder, and smirked.
"Haven't toughed a drop in over two days. What's that tell you," she told him.
"That you are obviously lying," Edward sniffed.
"Careful, Junior," she growled. "I might just take that crap of yours personally."
"Be still, my son. We shall sit, and wait. Either the thirst, or the sun, shall tell us if this cure is real, or not. For none of the Blood-Clan can go a single day without suffering from one, or the other."
"Not anymore," Shego smirked, and took a chair for the first time. "So, got any cards?"
"I play chess, Shego. As you well know."
"Boring. How about poker? Five card stud? I could show you a thrill."
"Indeed. Then, by all means, let us try this….poker."
Shego grinned.
"No limit?"
"Limit? To what?"
"The stakes, old man. Everyone knows you bet on poker. So, what shall we gamble," she asked as she eyed him in anticipation.
KP
"I will tell you this, Kimberly. It's not just Shego. I have met vampires before. In fact, when I was seven, I saw one kill my mother. I barely escaped the thing. I devoted my life to hunting them since. It hasn't done much for my career at times, I will admit, but I learned to work….inside the system. So when I spotted Shego, I knew…. Knew that they were back. Now, tell me the damn truth," Betty swore.
"Can't. Gave my word," Kim shrugged. "I will say, the Dravens are the real killers, and we have neutralized them."
"Cyrus, who does know about those leeches, believes you cannot 'cure' them. Only death can do that," she retorted.
"He's wrong. Then, he often is," Kim drawled bluntly.
"I know you two have issues….."
"He's a moron. A dangerous moron. Why you hired him…."
"He's the leading scientific expert in arcane matters. He also knows how to think outside the box."
"Mind control. Emotional manipulation. Nannite bombs on insect carriers. And how much of that crap did he auction off to real madmen to use in the real world? When are you going to stop him…..?"
"He can't help if someone steals…."
"He personally auctioned off half that himself," Kim sputtered.
"That was never proven….."
"Only because you wouldn't take my word…..!"
"You mean Wade's word? A known malcontent who….!"
"Wade is smarter than anyone you have working in this nuthouse," Kim shot back, and leapt to her feet glaring.
"Sit down, and give me the proper debrief. Now, Agent Possible," Betty ordered her.
Kim stared at her.
"I gave my word. Until I know, or can accept otherwise, I can't break that word. I won't."
"Gave your word to who? Shego? I already told you, she's a killer," Betty swore.
"No. She was a victim. Like all Draven's other victims. I dragged him, and his people in, and by now, I'm sure someone is already interrogating them. Anything else….."
Betty glared at her, heatedly.
"Look, I'm sorry about your mother. I never heard that one. We have both lost friends, and family to the madness out there. But fixating on anyone…. Whoever, or whatever they might be, isn't right. Now, do we have an understanding?"
"You're dangerously close to insubordination," Dr. Director told Kim.
"I can always quit," Kim stated bluntly.
Betty tensed as she looked up at the redhead, her lips turning down. Even she better than to call some bluffs.
"Neither of us want that," she finally allowed.
Kim didn't reply to that one.
"Do we? After all, you'd lose a lot of resources, backup, and your authority to keep doing the things you do."
"If you're going to pick and choose targets based on preconceptions, or your own opinions, then I'm not sure I can stay," Kim shot back.
Betty sighed, and shook her head.
"All right. Let me get the full debriefing from the Dravens, and their accomplices. I won't make any promises, but I'll wait until I find out what is to be learned there."
"I will say one thing. Shego was a tremendous help. In fact, like I said, she was after Draven all along herself. That's why your witness saw her before she died. She was trying to help. Just as she helped me take out Draven's…..lair."
"We'll talk tomorrow. After I see these men. Don't go anywhere," she added.
"I have to run home. Promised mom I'd watch the Tweebs tomorrow since they were….."
"Suspended again," Betty asked knowingly.
"Yeah. Something about launching Mr. Barkin's car into orbit this time."
"Do I want to know how?"
"No rockets. They were experimenting with anti-gravity."
"And they're how old," Betty demanded, both of them knowing she already knew.
"Cheer up, dad already insisted they finish high school at a normal pace before attending MIT."
"God help us," the one-eyed senior agent sighed, and rubbed her temples. "All right. Get out of here. But don't say a word to the press, and do not, absolutely, do not let Wade send any word out either," she instructed. "This is still under investigation, and we don't want anyone hunting…..demons out on the streets. I've seen how that ends."
"I can imagine," she grimaced.
"No, you can't," Betty spat. "Now, go home, and keep your mouth shut."
"You know me," Kim smiled, and walked out with a careless wave.
Betty only sighed, and leaned back in her chair.
"Will," she called him after Kim left. "What did our teams find?"
"They reported the house had a lot of heavy insulation put in after the fact. Especially coverings over the windows, doors, and air vents. There was also a very large icebox filled with packets of blood. Some of them were stamped with more than nine different area blood banks," he reported without preamble. "I assume these are the blood-drinkers you have been hunting based on these findings?"
"Who is interrogating the Dravens?"
"I believe Agent Fyne is handling them."
"Agatha is a top agent. An experienced field agent, too. Still, why her?"
"She was also a top negotiator in the FBI, and helped break five serial killers before she transferred to our agency," Will told her.
"Good. I want constant backup on the interrogations, and all active cams on the prisoners at all times. They are not to be let out of anyone's sight until we know what they know. Full alert. These men are to be deemed Alpha threats."
"I'll make sure the guards know," Will assured her.
"Do that. And keep me informed."
"Of course, Dr. Director," he replied.
Betty didn't reply as she cut off the intercom. Now, it was just a matter of time. Still, how did Shego manage the sun when she knew, absolutely knew, that she had been one of them that night she saw her attacking that couple. She knew it. So how did Kim manage it?
Or more accurately, what had Wade learned that her own top researchers had been unable to figure out to this day?
KP
It was well after dark when Kim pulled into the drive in front of her house.
Well, her parent's house, but she still lived at home. When she was actually around to stay there. It was hard to justify finding her own place, when ninety percent of the times, she was running around the world, or going undercover on one mission, or another.
Her parents agreed, and didn't mind her staying home.
Especially her father, who still had issues about her dating.
Not that she did.
Not in some time.
She had dated enough, though, to realize men didn't do it for her. She was looking for a special woman. While her dad didn't seem to realize that, or notice, her mother was more aware, but guarded.
"Just give yourself time," was her mother's near constant refrain.
Yawning, because it had been a long week, she locked up the Roth, and headed for the door.
Even as a dark figure came out of the shrubs at one side of the house.
"Hold it," a familiar voice growled when Kim immediately went to offensive mode.
"Shego? Why are you here? Is something wrong?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"Shego?"
"Look, I just spent all day sunning out on the Elder's lawn, proving I wasn't thirsty, or about to smolder like a baking ham. Then, after I kicked a few of his more stubborn guardians on their over-developed backsides to help me vent, I was told to bring you back to explain your…..serum. The Elder still isn't sure about it, and will not offer it to anyone until he does."
"I see. He fears it might used as a weapon?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Shego told Kim. "Even I've heard stories. AIDS. Someone tried to attack the blood supply, and poison us. Uh, the Clan. Obviously, it didn't work. Not the way it was intended. Not that they ever admitted it."
"That's terrible," Kim gasped, knowing the horrors that came out of the recently downplayed epidemic.
"Yeah, well, what are you gonna do? Anyway, the Elder asks you come back, and explain things a bit more for him. That, and he's still waiting to see what happens to the Dravens. Some of the other bigshots in the area are pretty upset about them, too. The whole 'hand's off' policy kind of got shoved in their faces with that one," Shego smirked. "Although, none of them realize they aren't exactly what they were before yet. By midnight, you can bet they will. And they'll be wanting their own answers."
"I get it. So the Elder wants to be the one to supply them, for reasons of his own?"
"Something like that. These guys, some of them, are seriously ancient, so yeah, they are seriously old-fashioned about…..a lot of things."
"I'll bet," Kim grimaced. "Okay, I need to shower, freshen up, and then I'll head over."
"Uh, you do know I need to bring you….."
"No big. I know the way. But you can wait, if you like," Kim offered.
"But….? How can you still know...?"
Kim grinned.
"Part of my own little secret," she chose to admit. "Mind control doesn't really work on me. It's what keeps me ahead of some of my rogues out there when they play those games. For some reason," she said, tapping her head, "Nothing can change my mind. Ever. Not if I don't want to change it."
"That just sounds like….. Wait. So the Elder didn't…..?"
"He tried. But I knew it, and stopped it. Like I said…anything is possible," she grinned as Shego just gaped at her.
"Do yourself a favor. Don't tell him that."
Kim laughed.
"I'm not an idiot. I felt I could have taken his guards easily enough, but why bother? He wasn't being hostile."
"You…..are something else, Kimmie," Shego said, following her inside.
Where she saw James reading the morning paper with a steaming cup of coffee next to his chair.
He lowered the paper just enough to eye her, and drawled, "No surprise attacks coming today, are there?"
"Shouldn't be," Kim answered.
"What she said. I think we pretty much put everyone in jail. Or she did," Shego nodded at Kim.
"Except for Dementor. He hasn't showed yet. But I'm keeping my eyes open."
James Possible scowled.
"So is Wade," Kim told him.
"Oh, that's good. Nothing will get past him. Although…"
"Wade's not peeping on us, or me, dad. Get over it. And he'll send me a text if someone does show."
"Hmmmm. Well, in my day. People used the mail. They didn't zap electronic messages all over the place. Why, I remember…."
"Gotta go, dad. I really need a shower."
"I'll say," Shego sniffed.
"Hey!"
"Is that you, Kimmie-Cub," Ann called from the kitchen. "You staying for breakfast?"
"Kimmie-Cub," Shego sniggered, earning a glower as Kim yelled back, "Yes, mom. Me, and Shego. And she would like bacon," she added, making Shego roll her eyes.
KP
"Hello, Jack," the voice grumbled low, and ominously form behind him as Jack Hench walked out of his private laboratory after a long morning in his office.
"Professor Dementor," he ground out, forcing himself to keep his voice even as the helmeted dwarf stood before him in a blood-red coat, and a belt filled with suspicious devices buckled around his thick waist. "And what brings you to my humble…."
"Save your plebian greetings, Herr Hench," he spat. "I am here for one reason. One reason only. The UV generator I know you built before hiring your new…..friends. I would like to…..borrow it," he smiled.
"It won't work on Shego. Possible did something to her. She can walk in sunlight now."
The man cackled.
"You think I am being an idiot, like you," he demanded. "It is one thing to walk in daylight, it is another thing to survive it thrown in your face a hundredfold," he cackled manically. "I am thinking even Kim Possible will not be difficult to manage once I am removing her new enforcement arm."
"Oh. Oh, well, it's in my….."
"I know where it is. You are going to unlock the trunk, and hand it to me. Wouldn't want the anti-theft device you cleverly employ to think I am being a thief. Now, would we," DeMenz growled with an ominous a threat as the casual words could carry.
"I….. I'll just get my keys," Jack nodded. "You should know…"
"I know everything. For I am Professor Dementor," he howled. "Not you," he sneered at the end.
To Be Continued….