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: Impossible Journey
By LJ58
11
"So," Kim asked as she sat facing Shego across the small booth as they shared coffee near the university where Kim was fast closing on her doctoral degree now that she was back in earnest.
Team Possible was revamped, and really taking off, especially since the Tweebs' Kimminator really made it easier to get to and from missions without issues now.
Monique was even considering joining their new squad, and she had to admit she had been surprised at how well Bonnie had been working out. Especially after the first time she had seen the shapely brunette take out a squad of Henches almost single-handedly.
She had yet to solve the job issue, but so far everything else was falling into place.
Well, except for Jack. The boys had yet to really get anything substantial on the jerk, but they had a lot of dirt on him that had him running scared all the same now that Kim was back, and actively pursuing him as avidly as she once chased some of his idiot clients.
She did find it amusing that Senor Senior, Sr. had heard she was back, and promptly retired from even casual villainy. They were still waiting to hear if Junior was going to follow his father back into obscurity, or if the moron was going to try to keep up his own notions of villainy. Such as they were.
"So," Shego asked after setting her cup down. "No, I can't say I had any weird, late night revelations. No freaky lights. No voices. No ghosts. Just the usual dreams, and…. Well," she sighed, "A few nightmares about…. You know," Shego grimaced.
Kim nodded as Shego eyed her expectantly.
"It just seemed….important. Like they were warning me of something coming our way. Something that they obviously felt might affect them, too."
"Them?"
"You heard what I said. Otto called them Overseers. I guess it kind of makes sense. Still, all that little nighttime visitation last month gave me was a billion other questions."
"Enough to go visit again?"
"Oh, no," she shook her head vehemently. "Even I'm not pushing my luck down there again."
"Smart. You know, for once," Shego grinned.
"Have you decided on that job offer yet?"
"I don't know. Security analyst seems a bit nine-to-five for me," Shego sighed, and lifted her cup again. "I mean, can you see me in an office, punching a clock."
Kim grinned but shook her head.
"I honestly don't," she admitted.
"What was that snigger," Shego growled. "You don't think I could?"
"Oh, you'd punch something, I predict, but I doubt it would be a clock."
"I'm not that bad," Shego grumbled.
"Right. Who has five restraining orders forbidding you to see Drakken anymore?"
"He's just overreacting. Just because I said I'd take his kidneys in lieu of cash if he couldn't pay my full severance," she sniffed.
"Well, so far he's staying in jail for a change, and not even trying to get out."
"We both know that's because your monkey-master decided to let him think I'm working with you now. You don't want to know how he took that one, either."
"I think I can guess. Remember, it was my trying to call you that apparently had him boring into the planet, trying to crack the globe in the first place."
"Don't remind me," Shego sighed. "So, anyway, I thought I might try some merc work again…. For the good guys," she added at Kim's expression. "Not that I really see a difference with some of those guys."
"Depends on the job," Kim frowned.
"You're still kind of naïve, Kimmie, you know that, don't you?"
"I'm not naïve."
"Who took three weeks to figure out Stoppable was boning Bon-Bon?"
"I….."
Kim flamed and looked more than uncomfortable.
"It surprised me, okay. I didn't even think they liked each other. Not that much," she sputtered.
Shego only sniggered.
"Okay, so what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you still thinking of what to call our dates besides dates."
"We're not dating. We're having coffee," Shego quipped.
"And you say I'm slow," Kim grinned at her before sipping from her own cup.
"I'm not slow. I'm….cautious," Shego informed her. "Unlike a certain impulsive redhead that almost stumbled headfirst into another trap by Lucre of all people."
"Now I have a…."
"Lucre," Shego snorted, and enjoyed the look on Kim's face.
"Fine, he blindsided me. To be fair, he was working with Paradoxx, and that loon is a master of trap-traps, as Ron calls them. No one saw him being involved."
"Which should have warned you from the start something was up because Lucre isn't stupid enough to take you on alone these days."
Kim sighed.
"Okay, I missed that one. One time. One time," Kim stressed.
"I still win the bet," Shego smiled happily.
"Fine, you get to pick our outing for this weekend. Do you have an idea where you want to…."
"No museum," Shego sniffed. "And no community service disguised as a day off," she added curtly as she glared at Kim.
Kim only sighed, but couldn't help but blush.
"It was one time. They needed help, and it was just unexpected, and…."
"And Kimmie still can't say no. Well, tonight, we're doing what adults enjoy. So go home, dress nicely, or as nice as you can, and I'll pick you up at seven."
"Do I get to know…?"
"You'll find out when we get there," Shego smiled smugly, thinking of her own plans for the night.
She was finally going to take a plunge, and see just how serious Kim might be about them. Especially since she had a very romantic film planned, followed by a nice meal at a very nice restaurant, and then dancing at a club for ladies only. Whatever came next would be up to Kim.
Shego had to admit she had hopes, though. A lot of hopes.
Especially as she kept having flashbacks of laying in those treetops with Kim curled up against her.
"What," Kim asked as Shego just smiled at her unexpectedly.
"Oh, just wondering if you actually have a nice dress, or if you are actually going to show up in mission clothes again."
"I have nice dresses," Kim huffed. "Lots of nice dresses. Really nice dresses."
Shego only grinned.
"Guess we'll find out. Seven, Princess," she told the redhead as she stood up after finishing her coffee, and smirking down at her. "Try to be ready," she said and walked out.
Leaving Kim with the check.
Kim sighed, and eyed the tab, but didn't feel too bad about it. She really did like going out with the still annoying, and occasionally frustrating woman.
Three months of unofficial dates and meetings and Shego actually had helped out Team Possible a few times in spite of protests. Still, Kim wasn't really certain how serious the woman was about her just yet. She seemed to make promises but always left her scratching her head in the end. She got up to pay the check and considered Shego's plans.
Dress nice?
For Shego, that could mean anything. Maybe she'd better ask her mom for advice. She just hoped it wasn't going to be another prank-date that Shego seemed to enjoy pulling off.
Leaving the coffee shop that had become their unofficial meeting place of late, she wondered if she should just admit that she was starting to think about a lot more between them of late.
Well, she'd just see what Shego had planned, and go from there.
Hopefully, it would be a nice night, and then…. Well, she would see.
~KP
"Still nothing?"
"It's like he knows we're spying on him lately," Jim admitted to his brother as they eyed the monitors all around their secret lab under Team Possible's new headquarters that was now far more secure thanks to their efforts.
"Duh," Tim admitted. "Still, we know he's dirty. We just can't….prove it."
"And the harpy, or Kim, won't let us blast him without real proof."
"No, but there is another way," Tim said quietly. "Especially if no one knew we were involved."
"Talk to me," Jim demanded, hating the idea that jerk thought he had played a Possible, and got away with it.
"Jack is all about the cash. Bottom line, and profits. He doesn't care if his clients kill themselves, or half the world. So long as he's paid. Right?"
"Right," Jim nodded.
"So, we use our new AI, plug it into the spyware, and let her divert Jack's funds. A few thousand here. A few thousand there. We make it look like he's giving money to charities, or exploit his own faux contributions, but make them real. Insanely generously real," Tim grinned. "We could even make it look like some of his own are skimming, or his researchers are running up serious budgets overruns. Get the picture?"
"We bankrupt him," Jim grinned, liking the plan. "Have you run the scenarios?"
"In a best case, he is out of business inside six months."
"Acceptable. What's the worst case?"
"He figures it out inside of three, and tries to stop the hemorrhaging."
"And if he does?"
"He's still hamstrung, and likely ends up shutting down at least sixty percent of his own operations to recoup. Point being, he'll be distracted, less cautious, and maybe we can finally find that solid evidence to bring him down completely."
"So, either way, we poke a serious finger in that smug jerk's eye."
"A very big one," Tim nodded firmly.
"Let's do it."
"I thought you'd say that, so I already launched Operation: Ruin. We'll know what happens in at approximately three months."
"Let's just not let anyone else know," Jim added.
"Again, duh," Tim smirked. "Still, there are few jerks out there that still need reminding you don't mess with Possibles."
"Paradoxx," they said as one.
"Hicka-bicka-boo," they said as one before Tim added, "And I have been thinking of something special just for him."
"So have I," Jim smiled a far from an innocent smile.
"Shall we collaborate," Tim asked.
"Hoo-sha," Jim agreed as they began to plot anew.
~KP~
The men around the tree moved carefully as they eyed the thick forest around them, watching for the guardians even as they worked.
One of them had found, and retrieved the provisions, and other items left by the strange women.
Women that burned without burning.
Women that could fly into the trees with just the lift of a hand.
Women who did not fear the guardians.
They had even faced them, fought them, and escaped alive.
They had seen strangers before now. There were memories of strangers in before-times, too.
Yet these were the first to show such wonders.
One man held up hollow gourd that still held water, and they all studied it. They drank from it, and noted the vine-rope that made it easily carried.
The women studied the vines but already knew how to make ropes. Just not as well as these were braided. They carefully undid a coil of the vine-rope brought back and just as carefully studied every inch as they rewound it before trying their own coils.
The men were still experimenting with smoking meat that seemed to last far longer than their usual charred meals. Even the meat the women had carried was strangely still good, and every one of them risked bites of the thin slices to test it when they realized the food had been left behind.
Overhead, the yellow orb pulsed, but there was no other movement around the thick jungle as the perennial light continued to shine, and unseen guardians pondered these new changes.
And waited.
End….?