DISCLAIMER: As always, Kim Possible and all associated characters are the property of Disney. It's sad but true
A/N: This story was actually inspired by the still in-progress fic, A Shocking Truth, by Magic Basher54986. I did a search for Kim Possible/Electronique fanfics, and Magic - who also goes by Talon - has the only one. Well, now, there's a second one. Check his story out. You might be 'shocked' by it.
Kim PossibleA Spark of Something New
Chapter 14 - Matters of the Heart
Middleton, then Global Justice Headquarters
Sometimes the right thing to do is the most difficult to accomplish. Kim had gone back home after making her decision. Taking off her mission clothes, she had rummaged through her closet until she found a pair of black capris and her last shirt from her previous mission outfit; she kept the black gloves and shoes she usually wore. For what she was going to do time was of the essence so she just pulled the clothes on over the sexy black panties and bra she was already wearing. Once she was dressed again, she walked over to the mirror in her room and grabbed a twistie from. Then she pulled her hair back and secured it in place. Satisfied with her appearance now, she climbed out her window once again – leaving behind anything and everything that she used on her missions, figuring that Wade would have a way to track them. She even left her car behind, knowing the custom vehicle would have a remotely-accessible GPS built into it.
So she slipped easily into the kitchen and took her mom's car keys – and then the car.
She suspected that Betty would have at least one agent on watch outside her house, more to keep an eye on her for her health than on the chance that she would do what she was now doing. Slipping past him the first time had been easy; she knew he would have radioed in her mom's car leaving, though since he hadn't seen her leave the house again and seen her get into the car she knew he would assume that 'Doctor Anne Possible' had been called to work. That ruse would only work for so long, so Kim actually drove to the hospital. She parked in her mom's usual space, but popped the trunk and left the car that way. Closing the trunk, she sprinted her way the shrubs edging the parking area and slipped into them like a ghost. Waiting a few moments to make sure she hadn't yet been observed, Kim made her way as quickly and quietly as she could to the car lot that was beside the hospital. Slinking her way through the new cars, she found a two-door sportscar that was red with black racing stripes. Perfect, she thought. It wasn't locked, since the keys for it would be in the owner's office; breaking into the building without triggering any alarms was child's play.
As she drove of the lot in the car, she thought about all of her actions since coming to her decision. She had broken into her own home, stolen her mom's car, then abandoned it and stole another car. Not that she could have afforded this particular car's $75,000 price tag in the first place. She found, to her mild surprise, that she felt absolutely no guilt over her actions. What she had done and was intending to do was completely and irrevocably illegal – and she didn't care. All she cared about was making things right with Electronique.
She drove her stolen sportscar through Middleton, weaving in and out of traffic and ignoring traffic signals and signs. Thanks to her dad's penchant for discussing even the top secret projects going on at the Middleton Science Center when he was home, she knew that had just finished developing a prototype device that would, in an emergency, allow an untrained civilian to operate an aircraft's basic functions – as far as flying would go. Her dad had said, though, that he and a few others had found that limiting and had therefore added programming to the module that would allow anyone to take-off and land the plane in addition to flying it. It would prevent any fancy maneuvers such as barrel rolls and Immelmans, but Kim wasn't going to do that; she just needed to get to Global Justice headquarters.
The theft of the Aerial Assistance Module wasn't as hard as she thought it would be; sneaking into the airport's private plane area was tougher. Luck was with her tonight as she found a G-VI Learjet on the tarmac in front of its hanger; the fuel truck pulling away indicated that the plane had a full load of fuel. From what she could see, it was only being prepped – unless, of course, the crew was already onboard. Dashing over to the jet, she slipped into the open hatch and discovered that luck was definitely hers right now: there was no one onboard the jet. Poking her head out of the hatch, she looked back at the hanger and saw the flight crew approaching. Reaching down, she pulled up the boarding stairs – which were integrated into the cabin wall and, therefore, the aircraft's hull – and secured the 'door.' Running to the cockpit, she took at the AAM and plugged it into the plane's control panel. She selected 'Take-off' from the options menu, and the device quickly ran through all of the pre-flight procedures. Airport security was no doubt alerted by now, so her time was running out. When the device signaled that the plane was ready for taxiing and take-off, she advanced the throttles as instructed and guided the plane to the runway. Quickly advancing the throttles to their stops, she studied the darkened runway out of the cockpit windows as well as the AAM. It blinked rapidly, which meant that the aircraft had achieved its minimum take-off speed. Pulling the control column back, she lifted the plane into the air. Then she found the landing gear toggles and activated them, retracting the gear into the plane. Following the AAM's instructions, she took the plane up to a cruising altitude and leveled off – leaving behind Middleton, her family, and the life she once had.
Now she was approaching Global Justice's headquarters, and had received several warnings that she was violating restricted airspace and to turn around. Not listening, she shut off the radio, knowing that – sooner or later – GJ aircraft would intercept her and either force her to change course or shoot her down.
She didn't plan on being on the plane that long.
Setting the auto-pilot and grabbing the AAM, she made her way to the plane's passenger area and picked up an aerodynamic back-pack she'd placed on one of the seats when she'd snuck aboard the airplane. It was a specially-made parachute intended for special forces operators jumping into enemy territory but needing to glide for long distances at high altitude. Strapping it on and making sure it was secured to her, Kim checked the only other piece of equipment she'd brought with her from her 'old' life: her trademark grappling hook hair dryer. Confident it was secure as well, she activated the hatch's emergency release and blew the door off. Immediately, the plane started descending as the auto-pilot responded to the loss of cabin pressure. Kim let herself be sucked out by the slipstream and twisted her body to avoid slamming into the plane's wing or tailplane. Once she was clear of the doomed aircraft, she shifted into a spread-eagled position to slow her rate of fall and increase her 'gliding' ability.
Judging that the time was right, she pulled the chute and grabbed the control risers. She knew where GJHQ was and steered herself that way. About half an hour later, during which time she worked out her plan for breaking Electronique out, she came into sight of the building. Twenty-five minutes ago she'd heard an explosion and knew the aircraft she'd stolen had been shot down. Adjusting her angle of descent, she made her way towards an office window. Once she was close enough, she hit the releases on her chute and dropped straight through the office's window into the office. Tucking herself into a roll, she still slammed into the wall with some force. Knowing that the sound would have been heard, she stood up and got her bearings. She smirked as she realized where she was at.
"Betty's office," she said, chuckling nastily. Cracking her knuckles, she crossed over to the woman's desk and moved the mouse. To her shock and surprise, not only was the computer on but it wasn't locked, either. So she had a free shot into Global Justice's computer network – courtesy of its leader. She quickly navigated her way through the mainframe until she found the prison records. Then she used the search engine to find the cell Electronique was in. Her head snapped up as she heard pounding on the office's door. Glancing back at the screen, she memorized the cell block number while she printed out a general layout of GJ headquarters. Snatching the paper out of the printer, she ran and leaped out of the broken window, whipping out her hair dryer at the same time. Aiming it straight up, she fired it and watched with satisfaction as it hooked over the edge of the roof. Activating the clamp, she calmly rode the jolt to her shoulder and swung herself up into a high arc until she had cleared the roof. Releasing the clamp, she retracted the cable and flipped herself several times in mid-air to bleed off her momentum. Then she touched down as lightly on the roof as she did on a gym floor during a cheer routine. Glancing at the readout she still had in her hand, she figured out where she was in relation to her beloved's cell and began running along the rooftop to get there. A teeth-baring smirk of a grin formed on her face as she imagined Betty's reaction to her actions – and the polaroid note she'd left on the one-eyed bitch's desk.
Nicole and Betty's ApartmentBetty was awoken by the sound of her cell phone going off. Groaning, she tried to gently disentangle herself from Nicole's still-sleeping form when her sleep-fogged brain recognized the emergency tone. Not bothering to be careful anymore, she scrambled over to the nightstand and picked up her phone.
"Director here," she said as Nicole sat up and looked over at her. "What's the situation, Agent Du?"
"Approximately thirty-five minutes ago," he replied, "We picked up an unidentified civilian aircraft approaching headquarters. It received several warnings that were ignored and five minutes later we were forced to shoot it down."
"Terrorists?" Nicole asked, hearing the conversation.
"Ma'am?" he asked.
"Go ahead, Will. I'd have to explain it to her anyway."
"Yes, ma'am. No terrorists, Miss Goldwin. Twenty-five minutes after the plane was shot down, someone reported hearing a massive thud – coming from inside your office, Doctor Director."
"What?!" she exclaimed, shocked.
"Then the system registered your computer accessing a basic layout of headquarters as well as the prison roster."
"Shit. Somebody's trying to break someone out."
"Yes, ma'am. I've already taken the liberty of sending teams of agents throughout the prison complex."
"Good work, Agent Du."
"There's . . . one more thing, ma'am. A note of sorts was left for you. A polaroid photo, to be exact. I'm sending an image to you now. Du out." With the conversation ended, Betty closed the call and watched as her phone received the image. She opened the file as her lover leaned in to see. Both were stunned by what they saw. It was a snap-shot of a polaroid – a polaroid of Kim Possible, dressed up similar to her Switchblade persona, with her right hand extended towards the camera with one finger held straight up. Words were written in blue permanent marker across the bottom of the photo: 'Up Yours, Bitch.'
"Well," Nicole said dryly, "at least she's still proving she can do anything."
Hooking her grappling hook into place on the roof's edge, she made sure the hair dryer was secured to her belt and lowered herself down the wall. Electronique's cell was well within the rope limit of her grappling hook, so she locked the clamp and let herself hang there for a moment. Taking a deep breath, more to steady her nerves than because of the height – she had no issues with height, after all – she reached into her pockets and pulled out a thick pack of what appeared to be chewing gum. Pulling out each 'stick,' she stretched them out and pushed them against the wall, making a four-foot-diameter circle. After making sure each 'piece' was connected to the next, she took out a small digital display that had one button and two exposed wires. The display was showing the number five. Pushing into the 'gum,' she pushed the button and activated her hair dryer's retraction mechanism for three seconds. She was clear of the circle she'd made by two feet when there was a flash of light and a four-foot-diameter circle fell out of the wall below her to tumble away. Descending again, she waved away the smoke from the cutting explosives and peered into the cell.
Standing there, staring at her in shock, was Electronique. She was wearing a very unflattering prison orange jumpsuit, and her trademark glasses were gone.
"Switchblade?" she whispered, stunned. Kim remembered that she had dressed nearly as much like her evil self as she could.
"No, I'm sorry," she replied, and the woman's eyes widened.
"Kim Possible?" Electronique said, now shocked beyond belief.
"Yeah, though really it doesn't matter if I'm Kim or Switchblade; those are just names. Who I am deep inside is still the same," Kim replied. "We don't have time to talk right now. Betty knows by now that I'm here and what I'm doing. Oh, look, there's Agent Du." Electronique turned around to see the Asian man staring through the transparent door of her cell. She flipped him and turned around to see Kim doing the same thing. Grinning she walked over to the redhead.
"Got a plan for getting out, Slick?" she asked.
"I've got a ride, yeah."
"I'm surprised any of those people you've helped before would help you break the law. So where's the ride?"
"In the Global Justice hanger." Electronique felt a huge grin find its way onto her face.
Two hours later
Betty and Nicole arrived to find a controlled disaster. There was smoke pouring out of where the HQ's hanger was, as well as where the radar antennae used to be. Like all GJ aircraft, Betty's plane was capable of V/STOL (Vertical/Short Take-Off and Landing) operations so it alighted on one of the rooftop helipads. Agent Du and a small security detail was waiting for them. When the two women exited the small two-seat aircraft, Du snapped a salute to his superior and gave her girlfriend a respectful nod, surprising them both.
"What's the situation, Will?" Betty asked as they headed towards the rooftop access elevator.
"Kim Possible infiltrated Global Justice headquarters, obtained floor plan and prisoner location information, then broke Electronique out of her cell – from outside the building," he reported. "The two then proceeded, via the roof, to the hanger where Miss Possible placed micro explosive charges on several of the aircraft within, then they stole one of our small, two-man stealth aircraft. The Wraith, to be precise."
"Shit," the one-eyed woman swore.
"Okay, I'm guessing that's bad," Nicole said. To everyone's surprise, it was Will who answered.
"It's a prototype stealth plane, Miss Goldwin," he said, "that is unarmed and incapable of being armed. It's main role is the transportation and insertion of a two-person team anywhere in the world at any time. It . . . it possesses an advanced and experimental electromagnetic refraction system that, basically, renders the aircraft invisible to any form of detection."
"Shit," she replied, impressed and understanding her girlfriend's reaction. "Wait. It's got global range?"
"Yes. It utilizes an advanced and very experimental power plant that can actually recycle its onboard fuel supply for a limited time. And it can use any commercially or militarily available fuel source. Even used grease and cooking oil."
"Fuck me. I thought Kim was a straight-shooter, a goody two-shoes?" Nicole asked. "Why would she do something like this?"
"I would guess that, whether as herself or Switchblade, she truly loves Electronique," Betty said as they exited the elevator. "It's not Stockholm Syndrome. She didn't exhibit any signs of it when we apparently rescued her, nor did the follow-up psychiatric evaluations turn up any indications of such an occurrence."
"So Kim did this on her own."
"Yes, she did. And now I have to put a bulletin out for her arrest."
Somewhere in Italy
Electronique was in awe as she followed Kim into the expansive Italian villa. It was located way out in the Italian countryside and was on at least twenty acres of land.
"How did you get this place?" she asked, looking around the expensive and expansive entryway.
"It was a gift from a now-retired Italian parliament member when I saved his life," Kim replied. "It's not in my name, actually, though it is mine. His request, not mine. And it made sense, since at the time I was sixteen and, you know, only adults are legally able to own houses and property."
"So whose name is it under?"
"Karen St. Cross. And, yes, there is a complete record for her – courtesy of the same parliament member. She's a woman who looks younger than she is, and is a bit of a recluse, which is said to be a result of her wealth and her desire not to marry."
"He really went all out for you," Electronique noted.
"He wanted to make it all legal. Everything I need to assume that identity is already here. He set up a special trust account for me that's been diversified into several stocks all over the world, and has been building interest ever since."
"So you really are rich?"
"Yeah. I felt guilty about it all at the time, so I told no one about it. Not even Ron. I just told anyone who asked that he offered to help me whenever I needed it whenever I was in the area on a mission."
"Wow," the gray woman said. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was surprised – and moved – to see Kim holding out her glasses. Her actual glasses, not new ones; she recognized the faint scratch on the left lense. Wordlessly, she took them but didn't put them on. "Kim . . . why?"
"Why did I break you out? Why did I throw away everything I ever had and knew? Why did I do something so completely unlike me?"
"Well, um, yeah," she replied, blushing. Kim stepped up to her and clasped her hands behind the older woman's neck.
"Because I love you, Erika," she whispered, softly kissing the other woman's lips. Erika hesitated for a moment, remembering how she'd ended up in prison in the first place, then thought What the hell and returned the kiss. When it broke apart moments later, the two just stared at each other.
"I lost myself after I knocked you out," Kim said quietly, and the other woman stayed quiet, sensing the teen's need to talk. "Shego . . . Nicole . . . made me change into the same types of clothes I'd worn when you kidnapped me, and as I did so I . . . I got so overwhelmed by so many different emotions that I just . . . shut down. I don't recall much of the past week, except for trying to avoid thinking about what had happened so I wouldn't have to deal with all of the emotions." She took a shuddering breath. "Then I couldn't avoid it anymore. And as I thought about it, thought about everything that had happened after you used the Reverse Polarizer on me, I realized one thing."
"What?" Erika asked softly, not wishing to distract her.
"That I still loved you. That the feelings I had for you as Switchblade had stayed with me when Nicole used the Reverse Polarizer to turn me back. But I wasn't sure, and I didn't know myself anymore, so I snuck out of my house and snuck back in to Go Tower. Into my room there. And I remembered everything that had happened there with crystal clear clarity. And I let out all of the emotions I was feeling, including the guilt over what I'd done to you."
"And then you decided to break me out of prison."
"I'm the reason you ended up back in prison. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I was responsible for putting the woman I love into jail." She looked away for a moment, then stepped back out of Electronique's arms. "You can do whatever you want to me now." Erika walked up to her and raised her hands. Kim closed her eyes, waiting. Then her eyes snapped open as she felt Erika's hands on her cheeks and her lips on her own.
"What I want to do to you," Erika said quietly, after the kiss, "is take you to the nearest bedroom and make love to you for the next several hours."
E/N: I would like to read your shocked and excited reviews now. :D