Warning: If you don't like girlxgirl pairings, then I suggest you leave now. There's nothing here that you will enjoy.
Notes:First of all, I would like to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. Hope you eat yourself into a coma, I know I will. Thank you to those who have reviewed, I'm still in slight shock by the number of reviews I got from the last chapter. Thanks for providing the motivation needed to keep this story going. And due my extreme case of laziness and procrastination, I decided not to pick up a beta reader. But thank you to those who have shown interest, I really do appreciate it. I hope you all keep on reading and keep on reviewing. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Kim Possible or any characters associated with the show.
The Shot Heard Around the World
"The Reaping - Part 8"
"Take cover!"
Kim grunted as she dove head first through the display window of a shoe store, Mark diving in right behind her.
A half-second later a semi truck came hurtling through the air, right over the spot the two agents were standing a half-second before.
"How much further do we have to go," Kim panted as she peeked over the ledge, watching as two other Global Justice agents jumped out from the alley they were hiding in to engage the Hego bot that had just launched the semi truck.
Mark rolled onto his back while pulling back his sleeve to reveal a high tech looking watch.
"Go Tower is 10 miles down this road," Mark responded after pressing a few buttons. "Ms. Possible, at the rate we're going..."
"I know," Kim muttered as she cursed internally when she saw that the two battered G.J. agents were forced to flee when a squad of Wego bots appeared.
"Looks like its just you and me now," Kim sighed as she adjusted the large backpack she was wearing before crawling through the debris, heading deeper into the shoe store.
"You don't have to sound so disappointed," Mark said quietly to himself while adjusting his glasses, not noticing the tired smirk cross Kim's face.
"Can you find us another way?"
Entering the store office, Kim set the backpack down to check on the device that would end this battle, making sure nothing was damaged during her desperate dive through the window. Mark checked his watch again.
"There's a series of alleyways behind this store. If we follow them, it should take us behind a Smarty Mart." Mark clicked a few more buttons. "The sewer system under the Smarty Mart is connected to the one under Go Tower."
Kim winced.
"Great, nothing says fun like wading around in shi-" Mark coughed loudly.
Kim blushed.
"Sorry," Kim mumbled as she made her way to the back.
Glad Shego wasn't here to hear that. God knows what she would have said...
Mark looked on curiously as a wide grin flashed across Kim's face.
Will tiredly rubbed his face, trying to focus in the loud command room. Handling the Go City situation while trying to deal with their internal affairs was starting to take its toll.
Only someone like Dr. Director could calmly handle this situation, Will thought briefly before focusing again.
"Give me an update on Dr. Director's condition," Will ordered as he rolled his wheel chair over to an agent sitting at a large computer console.
"Their just barely keeping her alive right now, sir. Apparently she was...," the agent paled before continuing. "She was decapitated and her body was sliced in half."
Will just frowned, having already heard of the gruesome damage done to his superior. He still found the claims that the small wounds she suffered just kept deepening till they literally had to hold her body together with bandages unbelievable.
"She needs severe reconstruction on many levels, sir. Right now, there's a team of specialists en route to headquarters."
"What kind of specialists?" Will asked, not having heard anything about a specialist.
"Apparently a team of surgical doctors and a robotics expert. I have their names here if you want to see them, sir."
Will glanced at the list of names of the computer screen and immediately the three names jumped out at him.
"What the hell...? Why are those two on the list," Will growled lowly as he spun his chair around and moved as fast as he could to his office. He needed to find out what the hell the people at headquarters were thinking. He silently made the decision that he needed make a trip to the main base once Kim emerged from Go City.
On the computer screen, three names remained flashing: Dr. Anne Possible, Dr. Vivian Porter, and Dr. Drew Lipsky.
"What are you waiting for?"
Tyson turned away from the the large window he was staring out of and regarded his pale companion. The two men were walking down a large, dark hallway, there footsteps echoing off the metal walls.
"Call it a gut instinct," Tyson finally replied turning his gaze to stare outside once again as the two continued down the hallway.
Jacques frowned, but remained silent.
"...if you have something to say, just say it," Tyson said after a few moments of silence. Amusement was clear in his voice.
"Global Justice is a mess, the F.O.G. machine is complete, and I've taken out the only people capable of stopping you," Jacques said in his raspy voice. He left out the fact that Kim and Shego were still alive.
Tyson had ordered to keep away from them for now, and so they had taken out the other factors that wold have interfered with Tyson's plan. As far as he was concerned, now that the F.O.G. machine was completed, they were non-factors now.
Tyson laughed humorlessly.
"Trust me, my friend. There is always an unknown element out there when it comes to these kind of things. My instinct has never failed me before, so trust me on this," Tyson said as the two men came to the end of the hallway.
The large door in front of them slid open with a loud hiss, revealing yet another long hallway. This one, though, led out of the ship and extended all the way to the large, ominous structure that had been built on the moon's barren landscape.
Jacques just grunted, the frown not leaving his face.
Tyson's gaze flickered over to Jacques for a moment. Tyson chuckled and clapped Jacques lightly on the back.
"We will move forward soon, Jacques. But first, why don't we wake Grim up." The goggled man snapped his gaze over to the redhead, a surprised look on his face.
"...the last time that thing was up it almost killed you," Jacques muttered.
Tyson laughed while he clapped the pale man on the back again.
"Grim is the kind of person that hates taking orders. But...why don't we just send him to Earth and let him do as he pleases?"
Jacques just stared blankly at Tyson.
Tyson grinned. "This unknown element....I just know there is something or someone I'm not aware of thats going to throw things off. Grim is my way of flushing that something out."
Jacques frowned, but nodded silently in agreement.
"Lighten up," Tyson said in amusement as the two men came to a pair of steel doors. "I don't see why you despise Grim so much. What happened to 'brotherly love'?"
Jacques muttered something under his breath, causing loud laughter to echo down the hallway.
Anne Possible pinched the bridge of her nose Vivian Porter and Drew Lipsky literally screamed at each other from across the round table they were sitting at.
Global Justice had called her in after Betty's attack to basically help put her back together. They needed her help since she was listed as one of the world's top neurosurgeons. Vivian was there to help craft artificial body parts that needed to be implanted into Betty. And Drew was there to direct this ungodly spur-of-the-moment-Frankenstein-like surgery. Apparently, those left in charge of headquarters decided that only a genius or a mad scientist could successfully navigate such a far fetched procedure. And since Drew was the only mad scientist around who just happened to be a genius, he was offered the job, which he excpeted fairly quickly.
He was apparently still a little traumatized by what he had witnessed during the mass execution of the world's criminal element. He decided he would be better off working under the protection of Global Justice then sitting in a jail cell.
"You. Are. An. IDIOT!" Vivian screeched, slamming her palms on the table. "Read my lips! I AM NOT BRITINA!"
"You can't fool me! Your picture is everywhere! I demand an autograph this very moment!" Draken yelled back, pounding his fist on the table.
"Enough!" Anne said in a firm, no nonsense tone that quieted both the doctors immediately. She gave both of them a stern look. "Betty is fighting for her life, and is counting on our ability to work together. We don't have time for this."
Vivian gave Anne an apologetic smile while Draken huffed, but remained silent.
"Ok," Anne said, taking a deep breath. "Drew, since your the only one here with experience dealing with...unorthodox surgery like this, how do you suggest we proceed." In the back of Anne's mind, she was still trying to come to terms that she was working with the man who had spent years trying to kill her only daughter.
A contemplative look appeared on Draken's face as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He glanced down at the reports and medical records on their patient, quickly accessing the situation.
"The areas we need to focus on are her neck and chest region. We'll need to create a completely new trachea for her throat, and a heart and a pair of lungs for her chest region. We will also-"
"Um , excuse me," Vivian cut in, raising her hand slightly, a worried look on her face. "I don't mean to sound unwilling to help out, but are you sure I'm right for this job? Replicating internal organs really isn't my forte."
Anne gave her a kind look.
"I'm sure that the reason Global Justice asked you specifically to come in isn't because this is your forte, Vivian. It's most likely because they see you as one of the world's greatest minds when it comes to thinking outside the box. Which, in a situation like this, is a very valuable asset."
Vivian smiled at Anne, a proud look flashing across her face.
"What about me!? I'm a greater asset than Britina! Say something about me!" Draken whined childishly, looking like he was seconds away from thrashing around like a toddler.
Vivian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Listen to me, you stupid-"
"Shut up before I start telling blonde jokes, Britina," Draken said, cutting her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
A vein bulged on Vivian's forhead as her face flushed red with anger.
Anne sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose yet again.
On second thought, maybe I was asked to come in for my mothering skills, Anne thought, her lips twitching into a small smile before she put on her 'reprimanding mom' face.
Kim peaked around the corner, taking a look into the back alley of the Smarty Mart.
"Clear," she said softly as sprinted around the corner and shoulder charged the back door of the store. With a loud bang, the door flew open as Kim and Mark sprinted inside.
"So far, so good," Mark said in relief as he checked his watch. They had managed to trek the alleyways without running into anymore Go bots.
"We should resupply here before heading into the sewers," Kim said as she rubbed her shoulder.
Door was heavier than it looked, Kim thought ruefully.
"Preferably some strong pain killers," Mark said dryly. His entire body was throbbing. He was sure Kim was feeling no better.
The two agents looked at each other and nodded, silently agreeing to stop by the pharmacy.
They silently jogged through the store, still on the lookout for any Go bots that might have made their way into the store.
As Kim came around the corner and approached the pharmacy, she noticed a battered body lying in front of the pharmacy door, surrounded by a pool of blood. The moment she made out the pale green skin and the shredded cat suit, her entire world froze and tilted sideways.
She just stood there and stared at Shego's motionless body, unable to move.
Unable to breath.
Seeing the tear streaks on Shego's dirt smudge face and the stream of blood coming for the peaceful smile on her face felt like molten knives driving through her chest.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was crying desperately for Shego's body to give her some kind of sign that she wasn't too late.
And somewhere deep in her unconscious, even though Shego looked like she went through hell and back, she thought the former thief looked beautiful when she had such an unguarded look on her face.
"Kim, why did you..." Mark trailed off when his gaze traveled from the pale redhead to the body lying in the pool of blood. "Isn't that...Shego!?"
Shego's finger twitched at the mention of her name.
The moment Kim saw that twitch, it was like the hurricane of emotions she was feeling moments ago vanished into thin air, leaving her mind in a numb, efficient state. The cold facts quickly crossed her mind.
I only have one other agent with me to help out.
We are alone in the center of a city infested with Go Bots.
I have no way to communicate with anyone outside the city.
Most of my gadgets are either lost or damaged beyond use.
Shego is lying in a pool of blood.
Shego is most likely dieing.
I have to get her to a hospital.
The only way to save Shego and get out of the city is to stop the Go bots.
I have to get to Go Tower.
I have to get the 'anti-virus' to Go Tower .
"Kim," Mark called out, gaining Kim's attention. The other agent had walked over to the fallen warrior and was knelt next to Shego's body, checking her vitals.
"She's just barely hanging on. I...I don't think she has much time left. We could try to ease her suffering, maybe give her some morphine or something...."
Shego is going to die if I don't do something now.
I have to stop the Go bots and save Shego.
I have to get to Go Tower.
Will Shego last that long?
Don't think about it.
Just do it.
Do it now.
I'll never make it there alone.
It's suicide.
Shego's going to die.
It's pointless to try.
Can't face an army of Go Bots by myself.
Doesn't matter.
Shego's counting on me.
I can do it.
I can save Shego.
I WILL save Shego.
Just gotta save the day.
Just gotta move.
Gotta do my thing.
Gotta move now.
Now.
NOW!
Everything became a blur to Kim as her body final caught up with her mind.
She no longer felt the pain and fatigue of her body.
Her mind was as clear as ever.
Her senses were tuned to a level that should have been impossible for humans.
Her muscles were re energized and ready for action.
She had a job to do. She was Kim Possible. And anything was possible for a Possible.
to be continued...
AN: Whew, I probably re-wrote this chapter like five times. I just felt off till I decided to throw in the trio of doctors in there. This story needed some comedic relief, and Vivian and Draken solved that problem for me. Expect to see more of their bickering in the future. And if you didn't already know, Britina was a character in the Kim Possible universe who is basically there version of Britney Spears. Just so you know. Also, I am aware that realisticly there was probably no way in hell that Dr. Director could have survived, but for the purposes of this story, lets just say enough medical advances have been made to make it possible. Anyways, please, please, please review. I always look forward to reading them.