I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Super-Girl
By LJ58
9
Bahira clung to the two small bodies beside her as the groans of her trapped neighbors were all but drowned out by the groaning of the strained, and shattered ceiling above that was all that remained of the city shelter where they had been trapped by a recent disaster.
She prayed to whoever was listening that they might survive, but even as they had been staggered by the quake that hit the city earlier that day, they had been driven into the now collapsed shelter by the attacks of fierce rebels who had exploited the chaos to make their own point.
For a time, explosions seemed to rain down around them as if they were being bombed, and she feared every second might be their last. Then things finally grew silent, and still.
Until they realized there was no way out of the shelter, and the ceiling overhead was slowly sagging lower and lower over their heads, as if weighted down from above by some great hand.
She listened to her young children whimpering and choking on the dust, and increasingly stale air, and knew they might die here.
Of all the fates she imagined growing up in the often war-torn land of her fathers, it was not this.
She closed her eyes, unable to do more than hold her children, and wait for whatever was coming.
Then, everyone screamed as if on cue when the rubble overheard shifted abruptly, and the few steel girders near her groaned far more audibly.
She only gasped, and shrank back against the wall, tightening her embrace on her children as she waited for the inevitable.
Even as light, and fresh air rushed in to swirl the dust and falling debris as something lifted the fallen ceiling like the lever of some great box.
"Over here, I found more survivors," someone shouted in English, and she looked up to see a red-haired angel somehow holding up two of the largest shattered beams that had caught the collapsed ceiling, giving them a way out.
If they could move.
People scrambled to climb out of the deathtrap even as she looked up, and realized she had no way out.
"Please, I can't move. Someone take my babies," she cried even as the strange woman easily moved away the debris that had fallen across her legs.
The redhead looked down at her, then looked away.
"Annie, over here," the redhead shouted. "We need help!"
Bahira gasped as the redhead was joined by a silver-skinned woman in a dark blue suit that lowered herself down as if walking on air to smile at her.
"You will be all right. I will get you all out," the strange woman smiled at her as she reached for her children. "Come. Let's get you out first, and then I'll help your mother," she told them.
"Go. Go," she told her children who nevertheless eyed the strange woman uneasily.
The woman simply rose into the air somehow, carrying her children with ease, and the young mother only belatedly noted her heels seemed to be glowing a faint blue as she moved into the air.
Then the woman was back, and studying her.
"Your legs are fractured badly, but not broken. I will brace them," she said, making quick splints, "And then take you to aid. Try not to move," she advised as she quickly tied her legs to broken pieces of wood she snapped like kindling to fit her needs.
"Who are you," she rasped, looking up at the silver-skinned woman who lifted her easily as if she weighed nothing.
"We are Team Possible," the silver woman smiled at her. "We are here to help."
"Thank Allah," she cried as she was set gently on a gurney, and her children ran to her side as emergency workers moved to carry her to a waiting truck.
"The shelter is clear," the silver woman said as Bahira was carried away, and the redhead let the rubble collapse, and flew higher, and away as she apparently kept looking for other survivors.
"Three more," the workers told two young teens in the same blue suits the strange women wore. Only the young men were helping doctors triage.
"How bad," one of the virtually identical young teens asked as he turned toward her, and only then did she see the stylized TP on his belt.
"Fractures, is what your metal friend said," one of the men said, and the boy eyed her. "The children are just dehydrated from the look of them."
"Okay, put her over there. I'll get some decent walking splints for her, and be right there. Tell her not to worry…."
"I understand English," Bahira told her. "I studied in London," she told him.
"Right. Well, just hang on, and we'll get you something for your pain, and get you better splints," Jim Possible told her.
"Thank you, young man," she smiled at him. "And thank your friends. I thought we were surely dead."
"That's why we're here. And, you're welcome," the young man nodded as he moved to check another patient being carried over who wasn't conscious.
Bahira lay back, smiling for the first time in what felt like days as she glanced to her children who knelt beside her gurney even as an aide worker came over, passing out bottles of water.
Only later would she learn that not only had Team Possible arrived to help with the disaster, but that Kim Possible herself had gone after the rebels, and took back the emergency provisions and medical supplies stolen from the city, and the incoming aid workers.
She had heard of Kim Possible before, of course, while back in London, but even she had not realized she was so formidable. Just then, she was very glad that the woman was more than what others had claimed. Very glad, she thought as she smiled at her weary children who gratefully gulped the water they had been given.
~O~
General Thaddeus Drake couldn't believe what he was seeing when the news of Team Possible going active again with new members finally reached him. When he saw the footage, and saw the team members involved, even he was astonished.
An actual autonomously operating android?
He immediately thought of that rogue AI in that ridiculous car, and now realized just where it had gone.
The two Possible teens were known to him from other briefs, too, but they were just troubling, and irritating enough that even he wouldn't bother with them. For one, most of their technology seemed geared toward explosions, even when not intended.
While he was obviously looking for better, and more destructive weapons to better their chances against enemies, any enemies, even he knew the last thing he wanted was a pair of borderline anarchists pointedly blowing up their own people and equipment for their own amusement.
He scowled as he listened to the reports of Possible taking on armed rebels, while simultaneously rescuing literally hundreds from certain death as she and her team helped the rescue workers who were pouring into the ravaged city all but leveled by the quake, and later guerilla action. He watched the android onscreen actually moving without being commanded, and actually answering questions when a daring reporter caught Team Possible loading up to leave after their work was apparently done.
He listened to the disturbingly human machine tell people that she was just glad to help, and she hoped their example would spur others to step forward sooner in the future.
Possible herself said very little, and only remarked that Team Possible was now acting independently once more since certain people left unnamed were more interested in strings, and status quos than actually helping anyone.
He scowled at that seemingly innocuous comment as the team left in what seemed to be a makeshift shuttle designed to carry both passengers and cargo. It looked not unlike a scaled down version of the earlier prototype Middleton Space Plane, supposedly lost during the Lorwardian invasion.
He scowled as Possible and her apparent team left, and the media began their usual inane speculations.
He turned to his aide, and looking grim, declared, "It is time to put an end to this folly. Call in Agent T. Looks like they're about to earn their keep this time."
Colonel Boxer nodded, and left the office even as Thaddeus kept watching the news for more clues.
Such as where Possible had come from, and where she was going.
~O~
"Shego," Ann gasped, turning from finishing the dishes as she turned to see the woman dressed atypically in all black standing there with a grim look.
"Where's Kimmie, Ann. I need to talk to her."
"She's not here," she told her earnestly as she put her dishtowel away, and eyed her. "What's wrong, Shego?"
"I need to talk to her. It's important, Ann," Shego told her.
"Sit. Can I get you something?"
"No. I'm fine," Shego said, but pulled out a chair as Ann did, too. "I really need to see her, Ann. Something….came up. Something big."
"Tell me."
"It's….bad," Shego admitted.
"I know where she'll be, in time. But I'm not giving anyone help finding her when she doesn't want to be found, Shego. I'm sure you understand just now?"
"More than you know. Listen, the government just put a hit out on her, and her team. All of them."
"Even the boys," she gasped.
"There are certain bigshots in the Pentagon that want Team Possible benched, as in now. They especially want Kim, and her Nerdlinger dragged in for their version of a debriefing. The kind where they don't come back," Shego admitted.
"How do you know that," she frowned.
"Because," Shego grimaced. "I'm the one that they sent after her," Shego admitted. "Since my parole, the only way to keep my freedom without issue was to do certain….jobs now and then for certain….people. Bigshots. They called me in this morning, and ordered me to go after Kimmie, and her crew. Only I can't do that."
"Yet you still came here?"
"To warn her. I didn't trust just calling this one in. I had to warn her personally, just to be sure. Before I faded. Only I don't think it will help."
"What do you mean?"
"On my way in, I noticed over a half dozen hardcore snipers already posted around your house, Ann. I'm guessing if someone thinks they have a shot, they may try to take it."
Ann gasped.
"Where are they, Ann? Now?"
"Still coming back from that rescue mission," Ann finally said. "Need I even ask if you're going to need help yourself once these bigshots realize you turned on them?"
"That's part of why I'm here. I'm hoping Kimmie can help me blaze, so I can get away without being seen long enough to get to one my own hideouts."
"What about your jet," she asked.
"I parked it at the airfield, but I was expected to show here. Getting back, and getting out, especially without Kim, that might be another issue just now once they realized I'm crossing them," she admitted.
"I see," Ann murmured. "Shego, I have to ask. Have you told them anything about Kim?"
"Not a word, Ann. Far as they know, my trip to Big M never happened."
Ann nodded.
"Well, considering where they've been, it may take them time to get back, and….put things away," Ann told her.
"You mean that spiffy new toy they're flying around in now, along with the new walking erector set?"
"Annie isn't…." Ann shook her head, and smiled. "Well, I wouldn't let her hear you call her that. Or Kim, for that matter. She's very protective of her."
"Her?"
"She considers Annie a friend. I thought you knew that?"
"Haven't been that close of late," Shego admitted, and yawned.
"Look, it could be some time before they're back. Why don't you go upstairs, and use the guest room? We have more than enough room."
"I'm not sure that's a very good idea…."
"Shego, I happen to know Kim considers you a friend, too. Besides," the neurosurgeon told her, "This house is safer than any place else you could go just now. I'll just turn on the alarm system, and we can all rest until the boys get back."
"And Kim," Shego frowned.
"Well, they can call her, but even I'm not sure what she might be doing any more. She does have a lot of calls from her university yet to answer, too, but of late, she's been more preoccupied with rebooting her team."
"Okay. Okay, I can see that. And I could use a nap, I guess," Shego admitted, and found herself yawning again.
"Come on. I'm sure that you remember the way. I will just get you an extra blanket in case you need it," the older redhead told her.
"Thanks," Shego nodded. "But, aren't you afraid of getting in trouble if the wrong people come calling?"
"I have a few connections myself, Shego. And if anyone comes calling, they'll be the ones in trouble. Especially if the boys do show up," Ann pointed out.
"Right. Right. Point taken."
"You can relax, Shego. You'll be perfectly safe here. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, you're a friend who dropped by for a visit. No one can complain about that."
~O~
"Good job, guys," Kim grinned as she joined them after the hidden hangar closed on their new Kimminator as the boys called it, and they all finished winding down from the mission, and the long flight home.
Not that Kim couldn't have reached home faster, but she felt they needed more time to go over things, and consider how to improve their field experience. Ron had not been on this mission, but she doubted he would have been much help anyway since once they got rid of the trouble-makers, it was mostly hunting down those trapped, or in need, and getting them to help.
"Us," Tim sputtered as Annie powered down the powerful jet she flew for them since she could integrate with the systems so flawlessly she all but ran it on remote when necessary. "You're the one that took out those armed rebels, and then flew back those trucks loaded with supplies like they were toys."
"And you helped get people help, or found what they needed. Those new toys Wade made really helped the field medics, too. Too bad we couldn't do more," she remarked.
"We still saved far more than conventional means would have managed, or allowed had we not shown," Tim pointed out. "Now, how about we table the discussion for later, because I am beat."
"Ditto," Jim nodded. "I think we'll just take the express route home, and meet you later. Need anything when we come back," he asked.
"I am functioning adequately, and do not require anything else at this moment," Annie assured them. She turned to Justine who had just come out of the lab, looking far from weary, and eyeing them. "Dr. Flanner, your adjustments to my propulsion unit was every efficient. I am now capable of lifting four times my mass without effort."
"As Kimberly likes to say, no big," Justine nodded at the android. "You have any other problems, just let me know. We can probably still make a few more refinements for you, since you are technically a prototype."
"We," Jim asked.
"Well, Wade did give a few decent suggestions on the energy modules," Justine allowed. "Still, for the moment, I believe you should be more than up to any challenge you might face out there," the still slender blonde assured Annie.
"Good," Kim nodded at her. "You all did great out there, and that definitely includes you, too, Annie. No one can say you're not a genuine asset, and a valuable help in the field. You certainly proved that for your first official mission," the redhead grinned.
"I am just glad to be able to present myself as a valuable addition to Team Possible, and our friends," Annie assured her.
"Have you decided what you are going to do yet? About going home, I mean," Kim asked Justine.
"Considering all the agents and press still all over Middleton of late, I thought I would remain here until you manage to quiet things down again," Justine admitted.
"Kim? Quiet things down," Jim sniggered.
"Not now, Tweeb," she growled.
"Besides, the new Lorwardian circuits Wade sent over gave me a few ideas I may want to run by you late. For now, I have to ensure they'll stand up to the loads I'm speculating they may need to manage if…. Anyway, I am getting ahead of myself, as is usual, so I'll just say goodnight," Justine told them, and left them to put away their gear.
"The new power-suits certainly helped," Jim agreed, "So whatever she is thinking, I'd agree with her," he told Kim.
"Look, I thought I'd go see the folks today since it has been a few days since I was home. Want me to just carry you over?"
"Sweet," they both grinned. "Let's go."
"Sure you don't need anything while we're gone, Annie," Kim asked her. "I hate you still have to hide here when we're not working, but…."
"I understand, Kimberly. I shall be fine. I shall likely continue monitoring the emergency frequencies for you, and see if Dr. Flanner requires any assistance. I shall be fine."
"Okay. If you need anything, or hear anything important, don't hesitate to call," Kim told her.
"Understood," the android nodded.
"Okay, boys," she said, heading up the tunnel to the exit on the face of Mount Middleton, rather than hidden hangar door they had finally completed just in time to launch the Kimminator on its first mission. "Let's jet."
The young teens grinned, actually looking forward to actually flying with their sister.
To Be Continued…..