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: Gifted

By LJ58

4

Kim sat in the increasingly dark forest, pretty much lost, and had no idea where to go next. That, and she felt really sick. She had been moving on instinct, trying tricks she had stumbled onto for the first time, and finding out she really was far more dangerous than even those stupid doctors had realized. She was stronger than she had shown them, faster, and she could apparently melt…..anything with just a touch. She was more than happy to be free, and finally out in open air, but part of her was still sick.

And she was still lost.

She was also still wearing that stupid white jumpsuit and was barefoot, the stockings they allowed her long since shredded. Not that the jumpsuit wasn't mostly toasted since her power had charred it but good. Still, after breaking out of that crazy lab buried under a mountain, she had just run blindly for hours in her drive to escape before she realized she was getting nowhere fast.

She didn't know where she was. Where to find her home, or how to get there.

She sighed and looked around the dimly lit forest that was fast growing dark.

Then she noted a faint light not far off.

No star or moon, she realized. A real light of some kind. With little choice, she stood up and headed that way, moving cautiously since even she knew it could be more of those stupid soldiers still chasing her. Her eyes were sharp enough, but even she couldn't see that well in the dark, so she moved slowly, cautiously, and finally came on a small campfire just outside a large, white vehicle that looked like a box on wheels. Not having even a rudimentary education, she wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to be, but she guessed there might be things inside she could use. Taking a chance, she crept around the box on wheels but heard no one. Saw no one. Pulling the door open, and cringing when she tore it off the hinges with her light tug, she shrugged, tossed the warped panel aside, and stepped inside the box to see just what she could find.

~KP~

"Big D," Shego nodded as she walked into the private club, and nodded at the man waiting on her near the main hall.

"My office, Shego," he told her with a nod down the hall. "I wager you don't want any of this overheard just yet."

"Probably not. Just what little that clown gave me has me wondering if they didn't send me out on a suicide mission," she complained.

"Tell me what you know," Dan 'Big Daddy' Brotherson asked politely as he sat behind his wide desk.

Monitors and computers filled the room, and he had phones all over every unfilled surface, and even more papers, books, and newspapers all around him. Brotherson was a man in touch with everyone and everything, and he had always reminded Shego more of a spider in the middle of a huge web than anything else.

"The short version is that they lost a mutated human female about sixteen or seventeen with….some kind of super strength that they need back before she hits a city, and does untold damage. Even I can tell they didn't give me the whole story," Shego scowled, though. "That obviously redacted file was so full of holes it was ridiculous. If she was that easy to take, how did she escape? And why the hell haven't they just grabbed her by now, muscles, or not?"

"Precisely. I think, as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words," Dan smiled at her now. "So let me show you some very priceless footage a certain mole got out to me just recently. Trust me, you'll want to pay close attention."

Shego saw the monitor he indicated come to life, and at first, it was just a blank screen before color exploded, and then came to focus on a young, despondent redhead with a weird dye job in a tacky white jumpsuit. Her whiter than white skin suggested she was seriously ill, but the girl just sat there at a generic table looking morose until she suddenly looked to the right, and jumped up screaming as her entire body began to glow a bright green.

Then the people around her shouted and screamed as she bulled through guards, doctors, and a whole lot of soldiers who didn't even manage to slow her down. When she started tearing/melting through steel hatches they tried to close to hold her back, Shego's jaw just literally dropped, and she still stared at the last image of the girl was of her running very fast for a forest visible just outside the main hatch.

"Holy….crow," Shego rasped. "That's not a fucking girl. That's a walking WMD!"

"And now they want you to bring her in, dead or alive," he smiled.

"Yeah. How? Because I don't think even my custom mags would slow that girl down," she exclaimed honestly.

"I rather doubt they would. Ready for the backstory now," Big Daddy asked her. "After all, as you know, the devil is ever in the details."

"Hit me, then, D. Tell me everything."

"You're old enough. Do you recall the 'rainbow comet,' as the press euphemistically called it? It hit the edge of a dinky town called Middleton just about fourteen years ago," he reminded her.

"Hey, yeah. Yeah, I actually saw that thing, too. It flew right over our house in Go City, and then we saw where it hit some little burg…."

"It hit Miss Possible's house. It killed dozens, injured hundreds, and yet out of all of them, that then young child was allegedly the only one to survive at ground zero. Naturally, certain people were interested."

"Naturally," Shego grumbled, knowing how the government worked at the best of times. Let alone the worst.

"Yes. Well, to claim their miracle specimen they told the parents that the child died. Apparently, as the girl grew up, and became….willful, they informed her that her parents died to keep her quiet."

"So, what caused her outburst?"

"She apparently saw her father, supposedly dead, on television accepting accolades for a recent invention. She was less than understanding," Big Daddy smiled blandly.

"I'll bet," Shego scowled. "So, then, it's a sure bet she's headed right for daddy."

Dan Brotherson turned and lit up a digital map.

"The DARPA lab was located here," he indicated with a pointer as a red light blinked up in the northwest near the Canadian border. "As you know, here is Middleton, where the Possibles still live and work," he said as he moved the pointer again, and another light blinked.

"Nearly sixteen hundred miles," she frowned. "She sure won't get that far on foot even if it has been almost two weeks."

"Two weeks without any apparent sighting in spite of her….unique appearance," Dan nodded at her. "Still, I happened to take note that here," he said, indicating a site not far from the lab. "A camper reported someone broke into his RV while he was out night fishing, and stole a backpack, clothing, cash, food, and a portable GPS device."

"So, she's got some brains," Shego murmured.

"Two days later, there is the report of a break-in at a local grocery, here," he indicated, showing a point not twenty miles from the RV. "Again, clothing and food were taken. Nothing else. Except….a bottle of hair dye," he added knowingly.

"Yeah, she's probably smarter than they realize," Shego murmured. "And she's going to head right for her daddy just as fast as she can manage."

"That would be my wager," Big Daddy nodded. "So, Shego, would you consider my data valuable?"

"More than valuable, you sly sneak. Name your price, because I won't haggle on this one. Only I want a copy of that footage. That's worth reviewing," he was told.

"For you, my dear? With the footage," he said, sliding over a flash drive he pulled from a desk drawer. "Three million."

"Got a slide," she asked, pulling out the soldier boy's card.

He smiled and held up a card reader. "I assume the government's credit is actually good this time around."

"It'd better be," she told him and slid the card into the reader.

"And prompt, too," Dan remarked as his account immediately registered the transaction. "I do believe they might just be serious about this one, Shego. Better watch your own back even if you do succeed."

"If," she snorted. "She's still just a kid. I'll manage."

"I believe they thought they could manage, too," he said, nodding at the footage still playing on the monitor where a man screamed, and half his face vanished as a blast of green energy struck him. "Still, there's one little addendum I thought I'd offer as a bonus. Something I know that you'd appreciate," he said slyly.

"What's that?"

"This is, of course, all very confidential. But perhaps you recall the Agency's attempts to create super-agents some few years back before you left their good graces?"

Shego tensed and looked back from the door she had been about to open and eyed him.

"Don't tell me….?"

"Miss Possible's blood was apparently the source of that particular serum that was used on those poor men and women," Dan told her somberly.

"That….puts a very serious wrinkle in this gig," she growled, her hand tightening only the knob. "Tell me this. Does Hastings know about those trials?"

"I happen to know that while the Agency was testing their own serum, General Hastings killed an entire two squads of men under his personal command testing it himself. Apparently, someone had very high hopes they could actually use the woman's refined blood to empower their agents at the time."

"Definitely puts a wrinkle in this gig," she growled indignantly.

"Better watch your back, Shego," the stocky man smiled thinly. "You're surrounded on all sides this time, and it looks like someone may have just set you up to fail. Anger anyone important of late? Again?"

"Who knows? Do me a favor. Find out for certain. Meanwhile, I still have to stop that kid before she does cause more trouble than anyone wants."

"Good luck, my dear," he nodded, and Shego left with a far grimmer expression than what she had already been wearing.

To Be Continued…..