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: Impossibilities
By LJ58
14
Ron was almost to the small wooded patch behind Kim's house when he heard the heavy steps nearby.
He froze, darting up a tree, and hugging it as he eyed the area around him even as a camouflaged tank went by directly under him.
No, a humanoid tank.
Right. Number five on the hit parade. The guy in the suit. Iron Something-Or-Other.
He watched the guy with a metal fright mask over the obviously overblown battle suit stomp around, and then head back the way he had come.
No wonder the neighbors had been complaining. He could just guess having this guy trying to creep around, trying to find KP would be enough to scare anyone. He considered what he could remember from the file, and eyed the back of the big tank's humanoid frame.
Looked like the Intel was old, because he didn't see the rumored weak point that was supposed to be there. In fact, the armor didn't look like the picture at all, but who else could it be?
He let the man stomp around, then the human tank headed back toward the back of Kim's house, and Ron came back down out of the tree.
"Ron," a faint voice whispered in his left ear where his transceiver rested.
"Not a good time. I'm closing on the metal man."
"I have him on satellite," Wade told him. "And I think I should tell you, he's upgraded his defenses."
"I guessed."
"Listen, hold up your communicator, and let me scan him."
"Might as well, I'm not seeing anything obvious as a shut-down button just now," he said, pulling out his old communicator to hold it up towards the man now staring out of the woods at the back of Kim's house.
"Got it," Wade told him. "Looks like he rewired everything to fit the controls into the left gauntlet. His primary power source is routed through the flared ridge at the back of his neck."
"Got it," Ron murmured, and put his communicator away. "Anything else, or were you just checking in?"
"I thought you might like to know. Shego just scared two assassins from the Middleton Mall. They're heading out of town now, but they could be headed your way since all of them are still focused on Kim."
"Okay. I'll keep my eye out for them. Do you know who they are?"
"Two loons, but they are dangerous. Vindicator, and Injustice."
"Oh. Right. The cowboy wannabe. I remember him."
"Well, Shego scared them off, but I doubt they're going to stay scared. And I still haven't found the three she flushed from Bonnie's mother's house. And those three are said to be three of the worst."
"Who were they?"
"The new guy, Shadow. The two anthros even Jack won't hire, Feral, and Reptile. Or whatever they are calling him this week."
"Right. I'll keep my eyes open. Just make sure our families and friends are safe."
"Well, with Shego walking around scaring off the felons, I likely won't have much to do."
"So, any word on KP yet?"
"Not lately. I do know Dr. Director just took off with Dr. Possible…. Uh, Kim's mother. I hope it doesn't mean more trouble."
"Uh, right," Ron said, thinking about Dr. Director's claim that Kim was having a baby.
"Okay, and if you need anything else," Wade told him.
"I know who to call," Ron assured him. "Just focus on Middleton for now. I'll handle the rest out here."
"Good luck," Wade told him even as Ron moved closer to the human tank, his brown eyes lost in a faint, blue gleam.
KP
Kim sighed as she listened to Dr. Director explain just why she should, and needed to quit as soon as she could.
"They're really going to just throw me under the bus like that," she sputtered as Dr. Director waited on her reply.
"They already have," Ann Possible told her daughter. "Besides, sweetheart, weren't you telling me you had already gotten tired of the job anyway? I think this is the perfect time for you to let them know you aren't going to be another scapegoat for those idiots in power."
"Not a fan of the Administration either," Betty Director asked her wryly.
Dr. Possible's expression was beyond eloquent.
"After what they've done to healthcare of late," the neurosurgeon quipped. "I'd sooner support Drew than those imbeciles in office.
"Wow, mom. Really? Drew Lipski for President? I suppose Shego would be Vice President?"
The three eyed one another, and then broke into laughter.
"Seriously," Dr. Director told her. "We need you to break off, and break ties now. Before they can use their authority over you to force you into another untenable situation that could make things worse for everyone."
"Fine. Mom is right. I was getting bored with their stupidity anyway. I get less done lately than I ever did before I joined," she grumbled.
"Just as well. They were setting you up for a fall. You obviously angered more than a few people in the Administration, because the news is, they are leaning toward sending you to King Jamal for a personal apology, and to privately settle any reparations wanted."
"You're kidding," Kim sputtered. "When they have to know all those two jerks want is my head," she demanded.
"Everyone is in a conciliatory mood of late in regard to foreign policy of late. You know that."
"Idiots," Kim growled. "Idiots, and cowards. All of them. They should just…."
"Calm down, bubble-butt," Ann quipped, and Kim gasped, and turned beet-red.
"Mom!"
"It stopped your rant, didn't it," Ann smiled from her chair where she had settled again as Kim only then dropped onto the end of the bed near her. "And you do need to calm down, and relax. Considering."
"I'm still glad to see you," she smiled. "This place has been driving me crazy, and…. Do you know where we are," she suddenly asked.
"Not a clue," Ann told her.
"And you wouldn't tell me even if you did," Kim remarked, eyeing Betty.
"Of course I know. I helped design this place."
Kim just glared at her.
"Real homey," she muttered, looking around.
"It can be. Why you haven't taken advantage of the amenities is beyond me, but you were always…."
"What amenities," she sputtered.
Betty smirked now, and gestured.
"Stand up, and come over here."
Kim rose slowly, suspiciously, and walked toward the two women eyeing her.
As she did, Dr. Director lifted a small remote from a small coffee table between the chairs, and pointed it.
"Room configurations," she pointed out, "Come in two primary modes. You're in sleep mode. This is the secondary, entertainment mode," she said, and pressed a button after sliding a small lever.
The entire bed dropped down into the floor, and too much of Kim's dirty clothes left on the far side with it. As it sank, the wall behind it opened, and a new floor slid out with a wide couch, long coffee table, and mini-fridge near one end of the couch. On the far wall, a panel rose, and exposed a widescreen HD TV that automatically came on, playing a news channel.
"If you see the quartermaster, you can also access anything else you might like to make your stay more comfortable. Within reason."
"Oh, you are kidding me," Kim sputtered. "That…. Will never told me…."
"Did you ever give him a chance," her mother asked knowingly. "Or maybe he thought you knew about it already?"
Dr. Director set the remote back on the small table, and nodded.
"Just reverse the setting to return to sleep mode. And we do have a laundry service," she added, proving she had noticed the clothes.
Kim only grumbled, and walked over to drop on the couch.
"So, is that local news," she asked, eyeing the screen.
"GNN. We use Ethernet transmission for cable channels. Nothing to give away anything to anyone that doesn't need to know where we are," Dr. Director smiled.
"Now, I'll take your resignation with me, and go see Will before I need to go, so I'll let you two have a nice visit. I'll be back in four weeks to pick you up, Ann."
"And me," Kim demanded.
"Will be here for a while longer," Ann told her. "Or did you forget something you need to tell me," she said, pointedly eyeing Kim's less than trim abdomen.
Kim blushed furiously yet again as she found her mother eyeing her expectantly.
"I'll just leave you two ladies to it then," Dr. Director said, and walked out.
Kim watched her leave, and then turned back to her mother.
"So, you're here for a month," she asked quietly. "What about the Tweebs?"
"Your father took time off, too. To be safe, though, he's sending them up to Slim's. Joss is actually looking forward to seeing them."
"Poor girl," Kim sighed.
Ann only chuckled. "Now, let's talk about my grandchild."
Kim found herself blushing again.
KP
"Agent Du," Dr. Director said as she stepped into his room where he was sitting back on the couch, staring blankly just then, his wall-mounted TV on, but muted as a news documentary played on it. "We need to talk, mister."
Will grimaced, and stood up to face her.
"I didn't know you were here," he said.
"I came by to pick up Senator Sluggorn, and drop off Ann Possible."
"Thank God," Will actually rasped.
"I heard you managed to blunder pretty badly again."
"I will confess I didn't properly anticipate her reaction to certain…hormonal influences."
Betty only stared blandly at him as she pulled out a small case, and dropped in on the coffee table.
"Ma'am?"
"Your mother sent you this," she said, pulling out an even smaller case. "And expects you to clean up your obvious mess before you let things get any more out of hand."
Will took the small case, and opened it. He eyed the small silver band with a flawless emerald surrounded by tiny diamonds.
"Grandmother's ring."
"I think it might actually help to have an actual ring next time you face Kimberly."
"That might not be enough," he grimaced.
"I heard she was pretty angry at you," Dr. Director actually smirked. "Tell me, was she angrier at you for holding back, or for actually hitting her?"
"Actually, I think she took exception to my attempt to protect her in general."
"Wow, you are thick, boy," Dr. Director exclaimed.
"But…."
"Even Stoppable knew better than to try to get in her way when she was angry, Will. Think about that. You need help. That ring is part of it. I also sent along a little gift that I think coming from you will make her feel a little better about you. Just don't admit I brought them. Suggest you arranged them."
"What….?"
She nodded, and he leaned over and opened the small case.
"Are these…."
"Eskrima sticks, and special padding. All made from our new inertia tech."
"So….."
"Any force hitting the padding will be absorbed, and protects the wearer. Just as any force impacting the sticks will be nullified, or with a flip of a switch, can increase the force of the stick by absorbing any inertia, and adding to the impact of any strike. I felt them the perfect gifts for an active woman who might soon be faced with the necessity of slowing down."
"I didn't think of this," Will said, lifting one of the long, tapered sticks that were lacquered black, but felt metallic, even if they appeared wooden. "But you are right, these will likely suit…."
"As I said, suggest they were your idea all along. And try to make peace with her, before James Possible gets wind of this one. Ann may be reasonable, and patient, but we both know James can be as bad as his sons at times."
"Don't remind me," he grimaced.
"Just remember. They're going to be your in-laws soon. So get this done right," Betty told her curtly. "And consider that an order, Agent Du."
Will grimaced.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he put the stick away, and closed the small case again.
"By the way, how bad did she hurt you? Dr. Sands said you were bedbound earlier this week?"
"Yes," he blushed. "She….very nearly gelded me," he grimaced, and fractured my jaw. I'm still on a soft diet."
Dr. Director eyed his still faintly swollen jaw, and shook her head.
"After all this time….? Honestly, Will, I thought you were better than that?"
"Ma'am, with all due respect, that woman is crazed."
Dr. Director kept her expression bland as she eyed him.
"That woman, Will, is going to be your wife. Or James Possible, and your mother, are going to be just as crazed if you mess up again."
"But, mother always claimed logic and reason will…."
"Never argue logic with a woman, Will," she said, turning toward the door. "You'll never win. Now, I have to go. I'll be back in one month. I hope to hear better news by then."
"Point taken," he murmured, only after she closed the door.
KP
Ron moved closer, summoning his mystical strength even as he drew a slender dagger in one hand.
Even as he sped up, all but running the last few steps to close the distance, the walking tank turned abruptly, and faced Ron.
Ron, already having thrown the dagger, just leapt to one side even as both metal hands rose, and fired pneumatic darts that exploded on contact with the trees around them.
"Dude, the environmentalists are going to hate you," he declared, rolling away from the last splintered tree, and eyed him.
"Stoppable," came the digitized voice. "You may not be the bounty, but I suspect if I dangle your carcass in front of the press, it will draw out that redheaded coward."
"KP is a lot of things, metal-head, but she's no coward. She just has more important things to do that play with all you posers," Ron declared, ducking a surprisingly fast metal fist before he turned, and slammed another dagger into the left wrist of the tank's armor.
Almost at once, a sparking arc shot out, and joined with the dagger now impaled in the high ridge at the side of the armored man's left shoulder just below the ridge.
The man screamed as his armor shorted, and he fell heavily as he convulsed slightly before his armor went still. Ron waited for the sparks to settle, then reached down, and jerked off the fright mask. He grimaced at the unconscious man's face, and drawled, "Well, I see why you hide your face," he told the scarred, bald man who looked like someone had tried to peel him like a banana sometime in the past.
He reclaimed his daggers, putting them away before he peeled the man out of the rest of his armor, and made sure to break what seemed a few vital connections before he called in GJ again.
Even as he did, he missed the parting of a shade in the house that closed almost as soon as it moved.
To Be Continued…