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Kim Possible: Resurrection
By LJ58
10
Kim was insane.
Shego was absolutely sure of it by now.
"Get off the roof, loon," she called her not for the first time.
"I wanted to sun," Kim whined, ignoring Shego's expression.
Shego was remembering only when she had woke, found her missing, and ran around frantically trying to find her until she remembered that first particular day. She came outside, looked up, and saw the goofy redhead stretched out in a bikini on a beach towel she had carried up with her.
"The back yard wasn't good enough for you," Shego huffed.
"With all those trees? Too much shade," Kim complained, not moving.
"And what are you planning on doing with all that excess energy this time," she demanded, very grateful Amy was off as school this morning, and not here to see their latest potential conflict.
Kim grinned as she sat up, and looked down at her.
"Sparring?"
Shego groaned.
"I told you, I have to go in to work today. You promised to behave, and work on your meditation techniques. Those are as important as sparring just now. Maybe even more so," Shego told her grimly.
"Fine. Fine. I just forgot you had that work thingy," Kim sighed as she walked to the edge of the roof, somersaulted down, and landed easily before her.
Shego only gasped.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack," she complained.
"Wow, you are getting…"
"Kimmie," she growled.
"Soft. I was going to say soft. Honestly, that roof was no big. I've fallen farther."
Shego shook her head.
Kim was definitely insane.
"Maybe I should call Ann," Shego said blandly, staring at her standing there holding that towel in one hand as she smiled crookedly up at her.
"Shego," Kim groaned. "That's low."
"What, calling your doctor," she huffed.
"Calling my mom," Kim huffed. "I'm an adult, too, you know."
"Kim, we're both worried about you, and right now, we're not sure you're….."
"I get it," Kim sulked. "You think my treatment is making me unstable. Like Camille. Don't you?"
"You're not acting….."
"I'm acting like nothing. This is me," Kim swore. "It was always me. It will always be me. Fine. I'll meditate. I'll go inside, pretend to be…a potted plant, and I won't move. You won't even see me move, because I'm sure you have cameras on me, too. Don't you? Don't you," Kim accused.
Shego sighed, shaking her head.
"I don't have cameras on you, screwball," Shego sighed wearily, but secretly thought that might not be a bad idea.
"Just remember, you also have bad guys after you again, and we're still not sure just how well you're going to be able to….."
"I can handle myself," Kim cut in curtly.
"Without killing anyone," Shego asked just as curtly.
Kim looked down as Shego nodded toward her hands.
Kim realized only belatedly that her hands were both clenched into fists, and glowing faintly.
"Mental focus, Kim. Trust me. I live with this every day of my life. Our power isn't like the boys. They can turn it on and off as needed. Our power is always on, and always just under the surface, waiting to explode. And I think you know by now how easy it is for that to happen."
"Fine," Kim muttered, looking away as she willfully cutting off the flow of energy to her hands as she unclenched them. "I get it."
"No, Kim," Shego said quietly, putting hands on her shoulders. "Look at me. Please?"
Kim slowly looked up.
"We're worried about you. I'm worried about you."
"Shego…."
"See? That's what I'm talking about. Kimmie. Kim. For you, you just went to sleep, and woke up, trying to get back to what you knew. For us. For everyone else. The world kept spinning. It's been spinning for over seven years. A lot has changed. We have changed. Only you're still stuck in time, and…."
Kim frowned up at her.
"What are you saying," Kim stared at her.
"I'm saying, Drakken is gone. Probably dead, like most of us thought you were. I'm saying Shego is gone. I'm Anne now. Just Anne. The world changed, Kim. You need time to adjust….."
Kim pulled free, and turned abruptly, walking toward the house.
"Kim?"
The redhead stopped, glared over her shoulder at her, and glared hard.
"Kim?"
"I get you have to pretend to be someone else. For Amy's sake. For some….stupid expectations everyone shoves on you now. I get that. But when I look at you, I still see Shego. I know you're Shego. And I….."
Kim shook her head, and stormed inside, slamming the door behind her.
Shego sighed, and followed her inside.
"I can make breakfast before I go," she called out, looking around to see where Kim had gone as she did.
There was no answer.
Shego sighed, and went to her room.
The door was open, her suitcase was opened on the floor, clothes tossed around, and she shook her head. Peeking in the bath, she didn't find her there.
"Surely not," she asked, and checked her own room, them Amy's.
"Kim," she called, and ran toward the front again, looking around frantically.
"No, no, no, no," Shego chanted, coming out of the kitchen when she didn't spot her there. "What am I going to tell Ann."
"You don't have to call mom, snitch," a voice complained.
Shego spun around and saw Kim sitting cross-legged on the floor, glaring at her.
"Kimmie," she gasped in confusion.
"What now," Kim sputtered. "And what was with the running and yelling? Maybe you're the one going nuts?"
"Kim, you…. Were you hiding from me?"
"Hiding? I told you, I was going to pretend to be a potted plant. Just like you said," the redhead huffed, and continued to sit near by the side of the couch when Shego knew she had not been there a moment ago.
"No…..way," she frowned, her own admittedly rusty instincts shifting gears as she recalled coming in , seeing not the redhead, but…..
She glanced around.
The palm she belatedly recalled setting near the pleather couch wasn't there now.
She looked back at Kim, and blinked.
"What," the redhead sputtered irritably.
"Kim, I'm going to walk into the kitchen, and make breakfast. Won't be a minute. You keep…meditating. Okay," she smiled.
"Whatever," Kim fumed, obviously still angry. "After all, I'm just your new potted plant," she huffed.
Shego walked into the kitchen, quickly scrambled a few extra eggs, and microwaved some frozen sausages just for speed as she let the toast brown. Tossing everything onto a plate, she walked back into the living room, and looked around.
Kimmie was gone again.
She blinked.
In the very spot she had been sitting was a planter with a small palm that looked….very real.
Until she realized the leaves were feathered with red edging.
"No way," she rasped, and walked over, and pointedly poked the plant.
"Ow! Hey," Kim sputtered, hands going to her face, shimmering back into herself as Kim realized she had poked her near the eye.
"Sorry. Kim….. I think you've got more than we realized."
"What are you talking about."
"Kim, I was shouting when I came in because I thought you had run off."
"In a bikini," Kim squawked, looking down at herself.
"Kim, when I walked in here, I didn't see you. When I just walked in now, I didn't see you. You made yourself look like….. A potted plant."
Kim burst into laughter.
"You sounded so serious," Kim laughed up at her. "So, you poked me to see if I was real?"
"Exactly," Shego said, not even smiling. "Kim, I think you can….shape-shift."
Kim frowned now.
"You're serious?"
"Very."
"Well, snap," Kim frowned now, holding up her hands. "So, I turn into plants?"
"What were you thinking about? When you were…..meditating," she asked, not about to accuse her of sulking just then.
"Potted plants," Kim muttered sourly.
"I think you definitely need to focus, Kim. Your power may be a lot more than we realized. Especially with the tech we put into you to stabilize your cells," Shego told her.
Kim just looked up at her.
"I….really need to go. Breakfast is on the table. Try not to make a mess."
Kim shook her head.
"Please, stay inside, and meditate until we get you figured out. I don't want you hurt, Kim. Your mother doesn't want you hurt. We….."
Kim's expression cut her off.
"You know," Shego sighed. "The Seniors risked a lot, and not just money, to save your life. Amy is just one girl out of a few thousand out there likely to cheer your survival. Don't let them down, Princess. If anyone else, don't let them see that even Kim Possible can fail. Just be patient."
"Low blow," Kim complained now, wondering if Shego knew just how much that hurt.
"Didn't mean to be," Shego told her. "Just…. Please. For them, and for me. Stay inside, and behave. Not because I think you're nuts, or a brat."
"Hey!"
"But because I worry about you, too, and I want to help you, but I really have to get to work, or the parole board is going to think I'm already skipping on our deal."
"Just what do you do anyway," Kim asked. "Security expert? Legal consultant? What?"
Shego sighed.
"I wish. Waitress," she admitted with a genuine blush.
"No way," Kim huffed. "You?"
"I'm still not trusted with a lot of things," Shego admitted.
"That still tanks. You? Waitressing? Talk about a waste. I'll talk to…."
"No, no, no. This isn't you. This is me. Me, doing the best I can to show the world that Shego is gone. Not a threat. Not a thief. Not a bad…."
"Not alive," Kim asked quietly.
Shego just stared at her.
"I have to go to work," she said finally. "I'll be in at three."
Kim slowly stood up as Shego walked out the door, and stared down at her hands again.
Then, a slow smile began to creep across her face.
"Potted plants," she murmured, and went to the kitchen to eat. Because she had a full day ahead of her.
Whether Shego knew it, or not.
KP
"Then you use the integer here, and….. Oh, hey, Shego," Kim smiled from the table where she was working with Amy doing her homework.
"You okay?"
"Peachy," Kim grinned. "You're late."
Only Shego knew that smile.
"What did you do all day?"
"Oh, this and that. Mostly….meditated."
"Yeah," Shego asked, dropping onto a chair, and sighing as Kim noticed she was tired.
"Long day?"
"We had a conference come in for lunch. Those balding business types wanted to nurse that lunch special till supper. Talk about misers," she groaned, kicking off her shoes.
"Want me to make…..?"
"No," Shego groaned at Kim.
Kim rolled her eyes.
"You know, I'm really not that bad at cooking."
"That's not what I've seen. Now, or in the past," Shego huffed.
"Well, I can order take-out like nobody's business," Kim declared.
Amy burst into laughter.
"No take-out. It's not that healthy long-term. I just need a minute, and then I'll make you kids something to eat."
"Kids," Kim muttered now.
"Kim," Shego sighed, genuinely tired just then.
"Just who are you calling a kid, young lady," a very sternly scowling Mrs. Wilkes suddenly sat there, eyeing her curtly.
"Gah! Princess!"
Kim burst into laughter as she changed back to herself, Amy echoing her.
"I figured it out," Kim laughed, looking like herself again.
"How…? You….! I'm going to….. Don't do that," Shego seethed.
"I told you, I figured it out. That meditation stuff really helped. I focus on someone, or something, and I can pretty much become them."
Shego stared at her.
"And that helps your power training, how," Shego demanded curtly.
Kim sighed.
"C'mon, think about it. I have to really focus to change like that. My mind has to be really clear. So, I just have to keep concentrating, and then bringing that kind of clarity to the other ish. Once I master that, it'll be easy. No big."
Shego just stared at her.
"Sometimes, even I can't believe you. You cannot expect me to believe you've already mastered regulating your energies by…..shape shifting!"
Kim lifted her heavy, oak dining table with a forefinger and thumb, easily levering it up, holding it, and then lowering it without even disturbing the glasses of cola she and Amy had been drinking.
"How's that for meditating, Coach Shego," she beamed.
"Now you're showing off. But that doesn't mean you have the same control when under fire. Or stress. You need….."
"To spar," Kim asked with a wide grin, green eyes glittering.
"Doy," Shego moaned, staring at the cocky woman. "Walked right into that one."
"That's okay. I'll let you cook supper, and wait on us first. Why, we wouldn't want you to strain yourself before you can find your walker," Kim smiled blandly.
Shego jaw clenched, and Amy blinked, not sure what was going on now.
"After all, a working mom like you needs her rest. Maybe….."
"Princess," Shego growled. "Time for your next lessons," she said, eyes all but glowing with fury.
Kim only smiled, and looked at Amy.
"Told you I could still press her buttons. C'mon," Kim all but bounded toward the back door. "Let's play!"
"Doy," Shego groaned, only then noticing Kim was still barefoot, even if she were now wearing those silly loose cargos, with a sloppy tee. "Walked right into that one, too."
"I'm starting to think you guys changed places," Amy giggled as she closed her book to follow her to the door.
"Don't even joke," Shego complained now, not even bothering to put her own shoes back on just then. She didn't think her feet could stand it anyway.
"C'mon, granny," Kim shouted, all but bouncing in her eagerness as she stood there in the middle of the back yard. "Time to relax," she beamed.
Shego groaned.
To think, she had volunteered for this.
To Be Continued…