I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.
Kim Possible: The Possible Factor
By LJ58
14
Kim gaped when she left the hospital, and was all but blinded, and deafened.
Not by the sun.
Rather, blinded by a sea of flashes, and cameras all aimed her way, and deafened by the thunderous applause of a very large crowd that had gathered just beyond the barricade where a black sedan was waiting for her as the nurse rolled her out in her wheelchair.
Signs of all kinds were raised by the crowd, some declaring their undying love, some just thanking her, and several even declaring 'KP For President!'
She had to grin at those.
"Guess killing aliens is okay," she drawled, looking over her shoulder at Shego.
"Well, I'm not complaining," Shego drawled, and walked out to ensure no one tried rushing them.
She made it a point to keep her eye on the crowd, as much as she wanted to focus on Kim, because she didn't point out that not everyone loved Kim Possible. They had also intercepted quite a few death threats, and there was an unofficial bounty of over five million on Kimmie's head now as more than a few villains now genuinely feared her return to crime-fighting after she took out an alien threat that had literally beaten the rest of the planet.
No one in that community wanted to risk her getting back on her feet now.
Shego only hoped she could, though. Even Kim's mother was being guarded about her therapy, and telling Kim to just take things slow.
Kim swore she would, but Shego recognized the gleam in those eyes once cleared of the narcotic haze that had kept her pain at bay long enough for her to recover. Kim wasn't the type to take it slow, and safe at the best of times. Shego had no doubt they all had their hands full with her.
"Possible," a growling voice drawled as they turned, and saw a man in a cheap suit that was let through the line.
"Mr. Barkin," Kim grinned, her eyes going to his legs.
He actually glared, as if knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"Right, well, since you missed graduation, I was…..asked," he grumbled even more, "To present this to you with the city's thanks. Guess you still have a few good qualities," he muttered at the end, and just held out the diploma with her name on it.
"Thanks, Mr. B," she smiled, and took it. She turned to the crowd, held it up, and beamed as the applause roared again.
"Right. Well, good luck, Possible. And….try to stay out of trouble. Both of you," Steve muttered with a sour look at Shego.
Shego, who had rebuffed his few attempts to seduce her when he showed up to 'check on Kim,' only glared at him. The guy was unbelievably thick, and couldn't seem to grasp she not only didn't like guys, she didn't like him.
"Well, then. Uh, good luck," he babbled again, and headed away from the car that the nurse helped her get into when the driver held the back door open for her.
Using her canes, she levered herself up, and with the nurse's help, climbed stiffly into the car.
Shego eyed her fumbling, clumsy manner, and tried not to show too much concern.
Without acknowledging the crowd, which did have a few signs aimed her way, she climbed in after Kim, and let the driver shut the door before he walked back around to climb behind the wheel.
"Ready to go home," Shego asked her.
"Do I still have one," she sighed.
"It's been over six weeks, Princess. Trust me, your brothers are miracle workers in their own right. They adapted some of that modular tech they…..borrowed from the alien wreckages, and had your house rebuilt the third day after we brought them down."
"So, we were right," Kim finally asked her directly. "Bringing down the ship killed the signal?"
"Not….quite. The signal seemed to come directly from the big guys. The eggheads suspect that only by….cutting off their heads did the signals die, and shut down the warbots. Which, let's face it, you did with style."
Kim sighed, and leaned back in the seat, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Couldn't let them spoil our date. Which I'm still expecting," she murmured as they car rolled past the waving, manic crowd.
"Well, I think we're going to have to get you back on your feet a little better before you can start dancing," Shego smiled at her, patting her closest thigh. "Don't worry. If I know you, it won't be long, and then I'll take you out for a night you'll never forget. Word of honor," she told her.
Shego blinked when Kim suddenly reached out, and pulled her close.
"I'm just glad you're all right," she murmured, leaning against her. "When I saw that freak start to stab you….."
"Stoppable told me what happened. He's still a little grumpy over some of the details, but I'm very happy you saved my gorgeous, green hide," she smiled, and leaned closer to kiss her cheek.
Kim smiled up at her.
Then frowned.
"Why are we stopping here," she asked when the driver pulled into a drugstore that was still being rebuilt.
"We have to fill your prescriptions, Miss Possible," the driver told her as Shego handed the man the scripts.
"I don't need any…."
"You do, so zip it. It's just for mild pain killers, for emergencies, and muscle relaxers in case your therapy gets you too wound up," Shego fibbed smoothly. If she told Kim the extent of some of those dosages, she'd likely rebel from the start. She did know her Princess, after all. Talking to her mother didn't hurt, either.
"Fine. But I don't want anything unless I really, really, really need them. Which I won't," Kim huffed.
"Want to bet on that?"
Kim eyed her as the driver left, locking the car behind him.
"Why did he lock….?"
"It's a company car. You have to lock it to activate the secirtuy features."
"But you're here," Kim fumed. "We don't need…"
"Kim, we've had death threats. Serious ones. I wanted to tell you sooner, but….some of the community is after you. If they found you while you were helpless…."
"I'm not helpless," she spat, and then glared impotently at her canes. "Not….completely."
"I know. But you're not one hundred percent either. Give yourself time, and trust us. We want you back on your feet, but not if it risks your health, or your life. So, listen to your mother, and me."
Kim sighed.
"This tanks."
"I don't care for feeling helpless either," Shego admitted.
"You? Helpless?"
"I've had moments," Shego admitted again. "I got past them. So will you. And I'll be there every step of the way to help you."
"Word of honor," she asked.
"Word of honor."
"You haven't said that since you got zapped," Kim pointed out. "Are you…..?"
"It wore off weeks ago," she admitted. "This is me. The real me. Telling you I want to be here. That I love you. And I'm not going anywhere," she said, and leaned close to kiss her.
Just as the driver returned.
Shego caught the small sack he tossed to her, and Kim's brows both rose as she assessed the bugling sack.
"Just a few muscle relaxers," she grumbled.
"It's a three month supply," she lied smoothly again. "Home, James," she told the agent. "We've got a family celebration to attend."
"Family….celebration," Kim groaned. "That's why no one was at the hospital with you?"
"Let that one out of the bag, didn't I," Shego beamed. "My bad."
Kim only groaned again.
KP
"I have to say, those twin terrors do good work when they want to," Bonnie smiled as she stared up at their rebuilt home that had finally replaced the rubble.
"I get the feeling they are going to be rich, and/or famous themselves before this is over," Ron agreed as they walked into their new house after coming from the insurance office that was still arguing over the loss of Bonnie's car as an 'act of God.'
Bonnie put Hannah down, and she immediately toddled toward her room, babbling all the way.
"Welcome home, Stoppable-San," a soft, familiar voice greeted them. "And Mrs. Stoppable-San," the slender girl bowed to her in turn. "I have a meal waiting, and news from Master Sensei."
"I was expecting some," he admitted.
Yori said nothing as she spotted Hannah peering around her door, and the little girl beamed, and waved.
Then ducked back into her room.
"I see Hannah has not been unduly stressed by your trials."
"Nothing to seems to bother that girl," Ron smiled. "She's something else."
"She is the Han," Yori remarked as casually as ever.
Bonnie just rolled her eyes.
"She's my baby, and that's all that matters," she shot, following her and Ron into the dining room. "Our baby," she amended when Ron looked her way.
Ron nodded.
"I understand, Mrs. Stoppable-San. Still, while she is your child, and very dear, she has a greater destiny before her, and may one day be our world's best, and greatest hope. If she is kept on the path of righteousness."
"This is too much for me," Bonnie sighed.
"Would you prefer tea, or cola," the ninja girl smiled on, pausing at Ron eyed the set table, and the very elaborate meal. He did not doubt that Yori had known when they were arriving to the last second.
"Tea will be fine. Iced tea, not that hot stuff. Oh, and I should get Hannah. She'll be hungry, too."
"Hungee, ma," a voice shouted, and leapt up, and landed gracefully in her own highchair.
Bonnie just stared as the little girl beamed at her, awaiting her meal.
"How did you learn that one," Bonnie gasped, staring at Ron.
"Jump," the little girl grinned.
"Hannah," she asked. "Who showed you how to...jump?"
"Pwincess," she beamed.
"Oh, right. Kim babysat that time just before the aliens..."
Ron trailed off as Bonnie closed her eyes, and seemed to clenching her fists.
"That is so going to take getting used to," the brunette finally groaned.
Ron smiled.
"I don't know. I think she's cute," Ron grinned.
"Cute," Hannah declared as Yori brought glasses to the table.
Bonnie sighed, and shook her head.
"It'll get better," Ron assured his wife, leaning down to kiss her cheek after putting Hannah's tray in place on her chair.
"Well, it certainly can't get any….."
Ron's hand flashed, clamping over her mouth.
"Don't jinx us," he warned her quite seriously.
"Let's just eat," she said from behind his hand. "I am hungry."
"Hungee," Hannah cheerfully screeched.
KP
Monkey Fist chanted the summoning, staring at the huge, stone ring set into something that was obviously buried deep in the ground.
He could feel the mystic reverberations all around him, and his surviving monkey ninja screeched as he continued to chant, obviously not liking whatever was stirring. He, however, did not care. He had only his hate left, and just that.
He had been forced to hide for weeks as first the strange robotic invaders appeared, and then the world's combined military swept the planet, scooping up the leftover technology allegedly from another planet. He did hear a spot of good news in that Kim Possible had been mortally injured facing the invaders, whoever they were, and her prognosis was still anyone's guess. Especially with several fairly competent assassins now hunting her.
That pleased him quite nicely.
A shame the pretender had not fallen with her. That would have been too much to hope for, though. Still, once the eyes of the world shifted once again, he had returned to his search in earnest, and had finally, after endless weeks of searching, found the mystic temple that promised him the fulfillment of all his dreams.
It would only cost his soul.
Not that he believed in that nonsense anyway.
You were alive, or you were dead. If some mystic being wished something he had little use for, they were welcome to it. So long as he gained the power to finally conquer his enemies, and reign as the all-powerful monkey king he had long felt himself destined to become.
With Stoppable dead, too, he would seize the Han, and raise her as his ultimate weapon of evil in subjugating all around him.
Starting with that insufferable Shego who had turned on her own for that murderous Possible.
First, however, he had to raise the Dark. He had to raise the YoNo.
The Destroyer.
He chanted until his throat was raw, and his uplifted arms burned with effort.
He was close to the end of his endurance when the ground rumbled all around him. The ninja monkeys screeched, and retreated, even as the ground cracked before him, splitting like a fragile eggshell as it parted just as easily to let something start to rise.
The bolt they had dug up now slowly ascended, showing it was attached to a large bolt that was set firmly into the flat stone of a huge surface.
One that continued to grow as even he was forced back. He kept backing away, but not before he saw the stooped, robed statue of some kind of arcane figure that seemed to be kneeling in prayer atop the flat top of the rising temple.
The structure continued to rise, surging higher, and higher, and then Monte was standing in unabashed awe at the huge structure that now towered before him. On either side of the huge opening into a greater chamber were two massive carvings of hellishly presented monkey faces. The kind one might find in some nightmarish vision of hell.
The sight made him smile.
He had seen a great many ancient temples in his day, but most of them were dusty, dank tombs.
This one roiled with unseen energies, and the sheer power of the malevolence of its master seemed to cloak the very air. He smiled wider, and stepped forward.
"Come forth, YoNo," he shouted. "I have summoned you to this world. Now, appear!"
"Yo. I'm not deaf," the robed figure atop the temple growled, before jumping to land before him with such force it send a tremor through the ground, and created a small crater around him.
Thrown to his feet, his few monkey ninjas gibbering in blatant fear, the figure stepped forward, and eyed Monte.
Monte looked down.
"You? Are the YoNo," he sneered at the dwarfish figure.
"Word," the figure growled, and threw back, and off the conceiling cloak to reveal a muscular, menacing monkey not unlike the ones carved into the front of the temple before them.
"You," Monte huffed. "You'll understand if I'm less than impressed. I think a test is in order, though. So, monkey ninjas….. Attack," he pointed.
The YoNo smirked, and began to glow with a venomous amber aura as he rose into the air, levitating even as his limbs folded beneath him, and his hands rose in curious gestures.
Just before bolts of that noxious-looking light shot out to smash every one of the monkey ninjas across the clearing, and into the ground. Only two managed to regain their feet, and they immediately went scampering up nearby trees to hide.
"Impressive, but I think I need to see more than just a light show," Monte sneered, stepping forward, and taking a combat stance. "Let's see if you have anything beyond the theatrics," he growled, and gestured the levitating creature forward.
"So be it," YoNo said, his head rising slightly, his eyes flaring as he looked down at Monkey Fist with an unreadable expression. "No flash, all crash," he spat.
Just as she slammed into the ground with the force of a bomb.
Monkey Fist went flying, tumbling several times before he landed near one of his still stunned monkey ninjas, and sat up, staring.
With a wide smile.
"Perfect," he smiled. "You're exactly what I need," he said as he eyed the diminutive beast that padded toward him with cold, glittering orbs fixed on him.
"Am I," the creature murmured mockingly. "So, you are willing to risk the Path? You dare to accept the cost? You will bind yourself to the YoNo for eternity?"
"Oh, yes. So long as you destroy all my enemies, and give me ultimate power, I will do anything," Monkey Fist cackled manically.
"As you wish," the small, but powerful primate smiled coldly, and held out his hand.
Monkey Fist took the hand, sensing, more than feeling the searing of energies beyond mere heat that surrounded his monkey-like hand as a glowing emblem began to manifest on the back of his hairy hand. When it was finished, he was marked with the same crest on the walls of the temple.
"Perfect," he said again. "Now, all I have to do is….. Where are you going?"
The YoNo didn't even look back as he kept heading east.
"The same place you should be going," the demon scoffed. "To School."
To Be Continued…..