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: Resurrection
By LJ58
14
Shego came in from work on the first day back, and found Kim sitting in the middle of the floor, meditating again.
"You okay?"
"Sure," Kim smiled.
"You don't mind that Bets, or your mom, thinks staying with me is still best for now?"
"Well, I kind of lost my apartment after my...nap," Kim said, only then opening her eyes. "And I can't expect mom to keep my room open forever. You're right, I'm grown up now, and I have to start thinking about what's next. Again."
"Sticking with GJ?"
"For now. It is a paycheck. I should be helping you with your expenses, too. This place can't be cheap."
"It's not."
"Especially with the improvements the Tweebs did while we were away," Kim remarked knowingly.
"I don't mind the fence," she said, thinking of the privacy fence now surrounding the back yard made of faux cedar, but reinforced with titanium steel, and augmented with their own force-field technology.
The house now had its own state-of-the-art defense system, too, which made it unlikely anyone was going to be getting to them anytime soon. Shego didn't really mind, since it was for Amy's safety, as much as their own.
Her only issue now was when they were out of the house.
"You seem unusually relaxed," Shego commented, sitting on a couch near her as Kim stayed on the floor.
"I've been thinking about what Tagg said, about my power being mental."
"You were always mental," Shego teased. "Why sound surprised?"
Kim smirked at that, and rose gracefully to her feet.
"I'm just saying, maybe more meditation is just what I need. I mean, a lot of the martial arts I learned had a degree of focus and mental discipline required to master. Maybe I just need to bring those same principles to this, too, and I can unlock whatever is really in there," she said, tapping her head.
"I think this is where I point out I've been telling you that all along," Shego reminded her.
"Okay, so I'm still a little slow with some things," Kim sighed. "I'm getting it, though. Aren't I?"
"You are," Shego nodded. "Better than I did at the start, to be honest."
"Well, to be fair, I've had you helping all along. Who did you have?"
"Me, myself, and I," Shego ticked off on her fingers. "Honestly, Kim. There weren't many experts around on comet power when we were hit. No one even expected us to live."
"Yeah. Yeah, I can see that. But you did, and I did, and here we are."
"Here we are," Shego nodded.
"Anyway, belatedly, thanks. I really do appreciate you being here," Kim told her with a smile as she dropped onto the couch beside her.
"Amy wants to learn to fight like we do now. She was already interested," Shego told her abruptly. "After seeing you clean house, though, she wants to learn more than ever."
"I hope she knows we're both in a whole different class….."
"She gets that. Your reaction, though, is what got to her. She doesn't want to have something happen, and not be able to defend herself if someone else does come calling."
"Oh. Yeah, I get that," Kim said.
"You were really that worried?"
"Guess I overreacted."
"I just have to ask you, though, Kimmie. Rusty as I may be," Shego told her dourly. "Do you really think I'd be that easy to take down?"
Kim blushed.
"I don't think you're that rusty. Not now, at least. We've been sparring pretty regularly since I….woke up."
"Yeah. The neighbors are still complaining."
"We haven't even….."
"We came back. Mrs. Colson obviously believes in preëmptive strikes."
"That old bat," Kim huffed.
"That old bat is a neighbor. I'd like to be able to….."
Kim sighed.
"I get it. I get it. Really. You think our neighbors didn't have issues with us growing up?"
"No," Shego gasped, eyes rounded. "You?"
Kim rolled her eyes now.
"I meant the Tweebs. Mostly."
"Of course you did," Shego smiled. "So, figure anything out while you were working out today?"
"How did you know….?"
Shego eyed her pointedly.
"How long have we known each other? No way did you sit there all day, contemplating your focus."
"I could have," Kim protested.
Shego only smirked at her now.
"I could," Kim protested more vehemently.
"Someday, I'll call you on that one."
"Besides, I didn't spend all day working out."
"No?"
"I was online, too. I hope you don't mind I borrowed your computer."
"Playing games?"
"Actually," Kim frowned. "Catching up on recent history. When you said Jack was sponsoring tech-villains, you weren't kidding. No wonder GJ still needs Ron."
Shego only nodded.
"I just don't get why they didn't ask you…..?"
Shego just shook her head.
"Okay, okay. Trust issues. I get it."
"More than that, Kim," Shego reminded her. "I wanted out. Completely. I almost died. That kind of thing makes you stop, and reconsider your life."
"I should have called for help. I should have…."
"From what we know now, you were barely alive yourself. Barely even thinking rationally. If you had tried to help me, you'd be dead for real. Things worked out," Shego cut her off.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess so," the redhead murmured. "Still….."
"Still," Shego prompted when she trailed off.
"I should see about getting busy. Maybe finding a job besides my provisional agent deal. I need to get my own place again, too. I mean….."
"Already trying to bail," Shego teased.
"No. I mean, you guys…. You're a family now. You and Amy. You need time…."
"You're more than welcome. We both know you are safer here than in some apartment complex, where some villain might just come crashing in without warning right now, judging by Gemini's antics."
"And Dementor, and that….Granite guy."
"Half a billion is a heck of a payday, Kimmie," Shego told her. "A lot of those guys are probably thinking of their reps, too. It might have been seven years, but you're still a legend in some circles."
"Me," Kim scoffed. "I was just…."
"A basic, average girl? Princess, you were never that ordinary. Never."
Kim stared at her.
"I wouldn't mind hanging around. If you really don't mind."
"If I did, I'd have never invited you," Kim was told.
Kim smiled at that.
"We should do something special. You know, for Amy. New home, new mom. We should…."
"We?"
"I…. I just meant…."
"I'm teasing, loon. Consider yourself family, too," Shego grinned. "I know Amy likes having you around, too."
"Thanks," Kim smiled. "That's…. Thanks," she said again, and scratched her head. "So, special night out? Maybe a movie, or….."
"Do you ever wind down," Shego sighed.
Kim looked hurt.
For all of three seconds before she grinned, and told her, "I'll let you know. Now, I was thinking…."
KP
"Gentlemen, we have a dilemma," Gemini addressed the men and women gathered in the huge room in a special conference room hidden far from the usual places.
"Indeed," an older man drawled, one hand caressing his cane. "And what makes it our problem?"
"Mr. Senior," Gemini addressed him, making the dapper man lift both brows at his appalling ignorance. "While you are not as active as you once were, you are still involved in certain…..ploys at times that could yet come under the wrong scrutiny. Professor Dementor has been arrested already, and Granite, one of our strongest, was incapacitated without effort. Wherever Kim Possible has been, whatever she has been doing, she had returned stronger, and far more dangerous than she has ever been. We do not dare let Global Just….! Hush, Pepe," he snapped at the dog he held cradled in one arm that suddenly started snapping and barking at nothing, "We dare not let….them…..reactivate her. Or our current operations will be in considerable danger."
"I agree with the laddie," a much older, and more weathered Scotsman growled. "That pain in me kilt was bad enough, but from what I seen on the tellie, she'll be butting in again in no time, and then where will we be?"
"I have been considering full retirement of late," Senor Senior declared. "Frankly, family matters are beginning to grow more complicated of late, and…."
"Are you turning your back on us, too," Gemini growled. "Like that treacherous green bitch?"
"Hardly that. But I don't believe I'll be taking an active role in the community any longer. However, I do have many investments and concerns that will continue to aid anyone requiring Senior Multinational's aid," he added.
"I'm glad to hear that," Jack Hench said as he walked into the conference room in person just then as the group of nine major villains present just then eyed him. "You'll want to know that Granite remains incapacitated. Buzzard is also out of action for the foreseeable future. He was critically injured when the sky-trawler tried to grab him up with the coffin we now all know was a trap."
"And Blaster," a far more somber Motor Ed, now using Hot Rod as his current appellation, asked. "I was going to hire him for an upcoming job I have in mind. Only they got him locked up tighter than your granny's valuables. Seriously."
"Not quite. You'll be happy to know that Blaster made bail, and promptly slipped away from his minders," Jack smiled. "Meanwhile, I thought I'd introduce you all to my newest operative."
"Are they any good," Gemini sniffed.
"Do they have reasonable rates," Lucre asked.
"I'll let you work out the details. I'm just introducing them. Ladies," he nodded to the two women present, "And, gentlemen. Meet Henchco's newest super-operative. Bone-crusher."
"Clever name," Gemini murmured as the big man in gray, with a skull on his chest walked in wearing a mask also resembling a skull that completely covered his face. "I assume he is….strong?"
"Bone-crusher," Jack smiled. "Perhaps you'd care to demonstrate?"
The big man gave a grunt, then reached out, picked up metal water pitcher, and simply crushed it between his hands.
"Impressive," Senor Senior murmured.
"We think so," Jack smiled. "I'm engineering a diluted formula of the one that empowered B-C to offer to interested Henches. There are health warnings, of course, but I think most would be very interested in even a fraction of his current strength," the criminal tycoon chortled.
"Well, if you're here now," Gemini scowled, eyeing the new strongman, "Why don't we just get to it?"
"Why don't we," Jack smiled blandly at the obvious madman. "So, tell us, what is this meeting about? Time is money, after all."
Gemini blinked, his single eye narrowing.
Then blinked again.
"I didn't call the meeting," the man who ran WEE swore. "We thought you did."
Jack frowned now as the others started looking around at one another.
"I didn't call it. I was just going to send you a memo about Bone-crusher, but felt if you wanted a meet, this would be even better than a mere email," Jack fumed.
"I can assure you, I did not call the meeting."
"I did," a grim, audibly manic voice cut in as the very air seemed to vibrate, and then a maddeningly familiar face stood before them as he leered down at them from the table where he had simply appeared as if from thin air.
"Dr. Drakken," Killigan gasped, staring at the painfully gaunt figure that was still the same recognizably blue-skinned figure they all knew.
The man's dark eyes shone with a new madness, though, and not one there, even Gemini, didn't know the difference.
"What happened to you, man," Killingan rasped, staring hard at the man long thought dead. But they had thought, hoped, that Kim Possible was dead, too.
"Happened? What happened," Drakken seethed. "I have been trapped between dimensions. Between frequencies! But one of your recent experiments," he said, turning to a lanky man whose face was hidden behind owlish goggles, "Recently allowed me to start manifesting back in this dimension. So I used what little control I had left, and began reaching out through your own devices to call this meeting."
"What do you want," Jack asked, slightly disturbed, but even more intrigued.
He had never cared for Drakken. Far too unstable, and far too uncontrollable. He never paid his debts, either. That was the big thing. Still, traveling between dimensional frequencies? This was good stuff. Somehow, he was sure, he could use that.
Once he learned how it was done, and how he could exploit it.
"Want," Drakken turned, his blue skin turning more translucent as low, background hum seemed to fill the air. "Two things, you mercenary cretin," Drakken seethed. "First, perfect this bumbler's device, and fully restore me," he said, pointing at the squat man they knew called himself The Tinker.
"And," Senor Senior asked as calmly as ever.
"Then I shall handle the second matter myself," Drakken told him curtly as he began to fade even more.
"Which is," Jack asked.
"Revenge," he all but seethed. "Revenge! On Kim Possible!"
The last words seemed to slur, and burst into static before the madman faded completely away with a screech of sound.
"Well, ye don't see that every day," Killigan exclaimed.
Jack slowly rose, smiling.
"Gentlemen, due to recent developments, we've all watched Kim Possible not only return from her apparent grave, but do so far stronger, and more dangerous than ever. We would have had to do something about her before she started working actively against us once more, but….. I ask you, why mess with a classic," the unctuous entrepreneur smiled. "Tinker, what is the status on your….sound machine?"
"Well, it's actually shelved just now. I was trying to create a sonic laser, but all it did was cut holes in air. I gave up on it last week," the man with a slant for unethical, and often dangerous research admitted. Which was the only reason Cyrus Bortell was now a recognized felon, rather than a famed scientist.
"I suggest we pull it off the shelf. After all this time, Drakken might just be the one to finally put Possible out of our collective misery. Even if he doesn't, just imagine the sheer chaos someone like him could manage."
"Indeed," Senor Senior murmured as he eyed Jack.
"You have something to add, Senor Senior, Sr.," Jack smiled his way.
"I'm saying, suppose all this time in….alien environs has changed our former companion in unexpected ways. Suppose, Mr. Hench, he proves to be a danger not only to our erstwhile, and apparently restored foes, but to us, as well?"
"Come now," Jack laughed. "We all know Drakken. He may be mad, but he's never been competent. By the time he distracts Possible long enough, we may have our way of dealing with her figured out. If he doesn't actually manage it this time."
"And if not," Senor Senior asked blandly.
"Well, it's not as if we've lost anything. Besides, just think of how far this will advance scientific knowledge," he said pointedly to Cyrus, AKA The Tinker. A sure hook for the man, and he knew it.
"I'll dust off the sonic emitter at once, but I'll need a few things to get it fully operational. And I need a way to increase the laser output by a factor of….. Let's see, spatial/temporal disruption was in the ultra high frequency range last time, so if we amp the wattage, and then….."
"Just send in your order, and I'll have it filled at once. Half off," Jack beamed. "A one-time, friendship bonus offer," he added with a huge grin.
Not one of the other villains didn't glare.
"You never offered me a bonus," Foxy, one of a pair of anthro-themed villains with Shred who a penchant for eco-terrorism spat at him.
"Or me," Shred, clad as a latex feline hissed in agreement.
"Ladies, special times require special favors. Wouldn't you agree? Besides, we need Drakk. I've a certain spy of my own in certain circles, and I can tell you now, there are very few of us that could manage Possible now."
"We didn't do too well before," Killigan huffed.
"Exactly. And with what I've learned of late, I can tell you, she'll be dismantling the villain community inside of six months if we don't manage her. And now. So, Tinker. Get that shopping list to me, and let's free our former ally. Shall we?"
Everyone cheered.
Except Senor Senior. He only politely clapped.
To Be Continued…..