KP One Oh One Chapter 5: Part V I Gotta Do What First Thing, a kim possible fanfic

KP – One Oh One : Part V - I Gotta Do What First Thing in the Morning?

The activity in the Possible household could best be described as ordered chaos. Wade quickly determined the window's security was indeed breached, about two hours after Anne Possible came home and turned off the majority of the alarm system. That didn't mean interruptions in the system wouldn't be recorded. Whoever came through that window wasn't taking a chance the alarm would actually go off.

They were obviously professionals. While she waited for twins to get home from soccer practice, she did a thorough scan of the scene. There were no fingerprints, no skin oil smudges, no epithelial cells left behind, nothing to identify the culprit.

There were positive signs. There was no sign of any kind of struggle save for the overturned vacuum, and even it was turned off. Wade ran a chemical scan and couldn't detect anything like chloroform or any other knockout gas residue. That didn't rule out darts, but it made it all the more likely if Kim's Mom was taken, she went willingly. That, at least, boded well.

The twins raced in the door, already apprised of the sitch over their Kimmunicators (they were starting to get lazy about telling people they were a Jimmunicator and a Timmunicator.) Minutes later they were back downstairs in their mission gear.

Kim was the one barking orders. The moment she went into mission mode, authority in the home shifted from her father to her. James' ego was not going to be bruised, since he was smart enough to know his daughter was the best person for the job, especially if one of the people he loved most in the world was in trouble.

Ron tossed her equipment belt and her gloves over to her, correctly assuming she wasn't going to take the time to change out of her shorts, especially since she already had a mission top on.

"Wade, can you get a lock on Mom's cell phone?"

"Already done, Kim. The GPS locator has her at a location about five miles from the Mount Middleton Ski Lodge."

"That's not Drakken's old lair, is it?" Ron looked over her shoulder rather than pull out his own Kimmunicator.

"It's not far from there, but I'm not getting any kind of reading like artificial reinforcements or anything. Unfortunately, there's a thunderstorm over that area right now and I can't get a visual satellite scan." Wade explained.

"Is it stationary?"

"Yes. It's also powered down at the moment. Kim, you realize, if something's wrong, they could have simply chucked it some place to lead you on a wild goose chase."

"Best thing we've got." She turned to the boys. "Ron, Jim, Tim, you're with me. Dad, keep on the horn with the hospital, see if anyone's seen her."

"Got it, Kimmie."

"Let's roll." The four of them piled out into the garage, taking their positions in the Cruiser. Ron was in mission mode himself, taking shotgun instead of whining about who was driving. Oddly, Kim found herself thinking that he really needed to get himself another car, a motorcycle, or even another scooter since he was living at home again.

She shook her head, wondering how she could be so distracted by wishing he'd get another motorcycle. The Rockets on his old scooter had caught fire while they were inside at their Junior Prom, putting the old blue wreck out of its misery. Later that summer, for his birthday, his father bought him an old motorcycle. Kim ended up driving it as much as, if not more than, Ron, especially when he was in Japan.

Kim almost had to pound her forehead on the steering wheel as she put the interlock key in and hit the start button. How was Ron-style randomness creeping into her mind? Were they literally becoming one person? Sure, she loved him for all the world, but this was the last time she wanted to be losing focus.

The "engine" revved up as the console came to life. In reality, her PT Cruiser was almost silent. It had a modern 'hybrid' drive-train, but instead of a gasoline powered generator, there was a small cold-fusion power plant supplying electric power to the motors on each wheel. Wade used the designs Rufus came up with when he was under the influence of the Project Phoebus beam to build the car's internals, and to keep it a secret (considering the car would actually be worth millions on the open market) he installed a sound system that made it sound exactly like the turbo model of the popular wagon.

She shoved her Kimmunicator into a receptacle in the dash, bringing a small screen to life. During their vacation, Ron took a wrong turn in Albuquerque and ended up in Roswell, New Mexico instead of Amarillo, Texas. That wasn't going to happen again, so she had Wade install a more sophisticated communications system with GPS navigation capabilities. A map of the area, with a route to her Mom's cell-phone immediately appeared.

Kim put the car in drive (she liked backing into the garage) and hit the door remote. She was about to hit the accelerator and peel out of the driveway when the family's brand new mini-van pulled in right in front of her.

"Huh?" all four of them said at once as Anne Possible got out, looking as if nothing in the world was out of the ordinary.

"Hi, Kids. Oh, sorry, did I block you in?" She smiled cheerfully.

"Mom?" Kim climbed out of her car. "Where were you?" She looked her mother up and down. She was still wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with a pair of old sneakers. Most def not what she would normally be seen outside of the home in.

"Oh, a friend of mine from work called me and invited me to lunch." She said dismissively.

Kim just favored her mother with an odd look, as did the other three as they exited the Cruiser. "Dressed like that?"

Anne just waved her hand at them. "Oh, I told her I was just dressed for cleaning the house, but she was like, 'come as you are' and all, so I just jumped in the van and drove right over."

"All the way to Mount Middleton?" Kim asked skeptically. She glanced at the monitor in her car. The little green dot was still sitting right where it was before. "And why is your cell phone still up there?"

"Maybe the question that needs to be asked is why are you tracking my cell phone, and for that matter, why are all of you dressed up for a mission but still standing here talking. If you need to go, then let me move the van."

"Mom…quit changing the subject."

Anne looked in her purse and rooted around. "Oh, darn it. I did leave my phone up there. Guess she'll bring it by the office in the morning."

"Mom?"

"So, do you want me to move the van or not? Certainly if all four of you are needed, then you shouldn't be wasting time right here."

"Mom…you're the mission. We come home and find the house broken into and you're not here? What were we supposed to think?"

Her mother looked genuinely surprised. "The house was broken into? How, where? Is anything missing?"

Kim put her hands on her hips. "You were." She said flatly.

"Really, Kimmie, I think you're overreacting. If I forgot to close a door or something, I guess I'm just getting sloppy."

Kim's father poked his head out the garage door. "Oh, you're all still here, I just called…Anne?"

"Not you too?" she asked with a slight laugh. Closing her purse, she headed for the door. "So, what do you all want on your pizzas tonight?" She went on inside, as if nothing had happened.

Ron moved over beside Kim. "Okay, I'm confused."

"You're not the only one." She groused. "There's something hinky here."

Jim and Tim shrugged as one. "Dunno?" They took off into the house, probably to change back into their usual clothes.

Shaking her head, Kim went back in the house as well, with Ron in tow.

Sherry "Shego" Godfrey looked at the cell phone Anne Possible left with her. The small house she rented up in the hills had electricity, but that was about it, so the little device was her only real contact with the rest of the world, save hitching another ride back down the mountain.

The isolation she felt was a necessary evil. She might not have Kimmie on her trail any more, but she was still officially a wanted fugitive. Not to mention the fact her 'protector' was wanted even more than she was. There was no doubt in her mind that, at least for the moment, she was the one who would be doing the protecting if GJ or the FBI managed to track her down. He talked a good game, but without his equipment, he was really not much more than a fairly normal (physically, at least) guy who happened to have blue skin.

Most of the ride back up to this place in that detestable mini-van was spent convincing Kimmie's Mom to help her. Ever since the day she betrayed her brothers and set out on her now-defunct life as a master thief and muscle-for-hire, Sherry had considered herself completely self-sufficient. In other words, she could take care of herself. She didn't need Drakken, she didn't need…him. Or at least that's what she thought.

Then, two months earlier she was sitting in her bedroom at the little beach house she had been living in…

This was not happening!

No!

No! No! No! No! No! NO!

Shego sat down heavily on the end of her bed, slouching her shoulders and hanging her head. She looked at the object in her hand, as if it had changed in the last few minutes. It had not. It did change once, but that was when she first used it. She looked upwards and muttered a few words in Hebrew before she caught herself.

Praying was something she had not done since she was a child.

Once again she glanced at the white, wand shaped plastic held in her fingers. The plus symbol in the tiny window was giving no sign of changing into a minus.

A plus sign.

That meant positive.

What was I thinking? She raged to no one but herself. There's a reason I don't like getting close to people!

Men in particular!

She heard a sound and rushed out of her room, looking outside. It was only a mail truck crunching across the beach house's gravel driveway. It wasn't Neil's teal colored Ford. He wasn't likely to be home until late in the afternoon. The tourist season was in full swing and he almost never got his shop closed on time. During the off-season he often came home for lunch, but that was almost impossible now. It didn't matter the shop was only three miles away.

Fighting down an unreasonable panic, Shego ran back into the bathroom and scooped up the box and instructions she had left on the edge of the tub. She held everything in her hands, the thin cardboard crushed in her grip.

She almost flared up her fists to incinerate the whole shoot-n-match.

No. That would mean using her Go Team Glow power. That meant undoing what Neil had done for her. He had proven that he could reverse the effects of her power, making her look like a normal woman again, but explaining why she had slipped and used them again was not something she wanted to do.

Why not? Neil had never said anything about not using her powers. In fact, he never really made any demands about it. He had not even so much as asked her to leave her life of crime, her life of utter and complete evil behind.

Why then did she feel like using her powers would be betraying him? What was wrong with betraying him anyway? She'd done it before. Evil, betrayal, larceny, blackness. That's what she was, wasn't it?

She went back into her room and shut the door, setting the pitiful lock just in case. Everything in her hands was thrown on the bed, the white wand landing with its little window facing up, the little plus sign clearly visible.

How in the hell was she pregnant?

Okay, that was stupid. Of course she knew how. She 'bumped nasty' with Neil. It was just that once. Well, that one night rather. Logically she knew that once was all it took, but somehow it just didn't seem fair. If this was going to happen, why couldn't there have been more?

Neil had been standoffish with her since it happened a month earlier. She had tried kissing him, tried talking to him but it seemed with him that it hadn't even happened. He still did all the 'I'm your friend and I'll do anything for you' things, but it was clear that's all he wanted to be.

Not just a little frightened, Shego crammed the pregnancy test and the instructions back into the box. Then she rolled it up in some dirty clothes (which were strewn all around her room) and stuffed it into the bottom drawer of her dresser. There! He never goes through my things! He knows better!

No. Dr. Drakken knew better. He knew she would blast him to kingdom come if she ever caught him going through her stuff. She had never said any such thing to Neil. There never had been any need, since he respected her privacy.

Would he if he sensed something was wrong with her?

What was he going to think, anyway? When they were seventeen they had first explored physical love. Just their luck, their very first time, she ended up in the very same condition. She wasn't even aware of it until she lost the baby following an especially tough battle with Team Go's nemesis, Aviarius. The two of them became poster kids for abstinence, at least until their relationship came to a crashing halt a few months later.

The intervening years hadn't totally been a dry spell for her. She was, after all, a bad, bad girl! Then again her lifestyle didn't put her into the singles scene very much and it wasn't like she was going to go for Drakken or one of his henchmen. Bleaaaah!

She was actually VERY thankful Drakken had been so resistant to her advances when she was under the influence of the Moodulator. She had been practically crawling all over him! The thought of…that… just gave her the belly flips.

That left a few chance encounters with random hotness, and most of those were scared off when they found out who she was. Most, that is, unless they were turned on by making it with a publicly known villainess. In hindsight, there really weren't all that many of them at all. She could count the times on one hand (not counting a 'test drive' of Synthodrone 901 while Drakken was at a Bueno Nacho board meeting.)

This never happened with any of them! Was she only deluding herself thinking it couldn't happen? The doctors who treated her when she miscarried said she shouldn't have any trouble getting pregnant again. What was different about Neil? Was he like, some super stud? Did he have something the rest of them didn't

Did it have anything to do with the fact that, deep down, when she really thought about it, she was still in love with Neil.

No, that wasn't it. Love and biology are two completely different things. It's all that "Knowledge Channel" stuff about the sperm meeting the egg. It was just that his sperm was on the way to her egg at just the right time.

Twice!

Then Neil died. If it wasn't for Drakken escaping from prison and offering to care for her, she would be totally alone. Her pride in her self-sufficiency aside, she found she really didn't want to be alone.

She also, finally, came to the conclusion, his self-applied title aside, Drakken was about as much a doctor as she was. Too much had happened to her in her lifetime and suddenly there was too much at stake.

In short, she was scared.

It surprised her how much the life growing inside her meant to her. That meant a lot of changes. One, he biggest one, meant turning her back on what she had become, turning her back on "Shego." She had enough money squirreled away (and not all of it ill-gotten) she really never had to steal again, so she simply vanished. She left her powers turned 'off', ensuring they would not be able to track them, and became simply Sherry. A little confidence returned to her.

Then, that morning, there had been a little blood. In that instant she knew she needed a doctor, a real doctor. But seeking medical help meant putting herself back on the grid and potentially risking capture. That would definitely mean losing the child to another family the moment it was born, and that simply could not happen.

Swallowing her pride, she turned to the only doctor she thought she might be able to trust. Oddly enough, that was Kimmie's mother.

Oh, Anne Possible tried convincing her to check into the Medical Center under an assumed name, but she was too frightened of that. The elder Possible also argued that this was way out of her specialty, but in the end, she agreed to do what she could.

As near as Dr. Possible could tell, she was fine and the baby was healthy. Somehow she was going to have to get her in to some kind of facility where they could take an ultrasound, but that could wait for the moment.

Sherry had her a doctor, but that would come at a price. A steep price.