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
5
"Hey, sweetie," the gaunt, bearded man grinned as he pulled up beside the girl with a small backpack dangling from one shoulder. "Wanna ride?"
"Uh, yeah," the girl said, ducking her head as she kept herself hidden in the shapeless hoodie she wore.
"Runaway, huh? Hey, no sweat, I ain't judging you," the lanky man with a thin goatee grinned. "We're all running from something. Hop in."
Kim climbed into the car and settled back in the seat as she set her backpack into the floorboard. She had finally found the main road after leaving the forest behind, and now she was finally headed home. Finally.
"So, where you headed?"
"Middleton?"
"Sounds homey," the man smirked.
"It's home. I've been away, and….now I'm finally going back," she said quietly, staring out the window, and not even looking at him as she pointedly kept her hands in her hoodie's pockets.
"So, why were you away?"
"Got kidnapped," she grunted, not even aware she could or should lie about such things. "Jerks didn't want to let me go. Took a while, but I finally blazed," she said grimly.
"Well, you know, home might not be what you think anymore. Not if you've been gone for very long," he remarked as they drove down the wide road.
"I'll find out," she said quietly.
"Or, you could come with me. I got a place you could crash. I have plenty of room, and I don't mind making new friends," he grinned, and reached out and patted her thigh.
Kim cringed and stared at him now.
"Hands off," she muttered and moved her hand to shove his hand away when he started trying to stroke her leg.
"Holy fuck, girl, what is wrong with you," he frowned as he saw her hand, and then her face as she glared at him.
"I have a skin condition," she muttered. "No big deal," she huffed.
"Skin condition," the man swore. "Girl, you look like the walking dead, or some kind of fre….."
"I'm not a freak," she screamed and slammed a fist into the console where the shifter was located.
The car suddenly stalled, and slid sideways, and began to roll as the man lost control, and the car went sideways. The man with the goatee screamed as he went flying, not having been buckled up, and finally the car came to a stop as cars ahead of and behind them screeched to a stop, and the man on the side of the road just lay limp and still as the car blocked both lanes where it came to rest on its top.
Kim swore, then punched the door to her right, and climbed out of the car not feeling the slightest bruise, and looked around before remembering to grab her backpack.
People were gaping at her, and she realized belatedly her hoody had come down and exposed her hair that wouldn't accept the dye that she had tried to use to mask herself earlier. She stood there, feeling uncertain, and beyond scared herself, and then a man in a white car with blinding blue lights pulled up and stepped out.
"You okay, young lady?"
Kim just stared.
Uniform.
She knew what that meant.
"Leave me alone," she told him.
"Are you on something?"
"On….?"
She looked down at her feet, frowning. She was on the same damn road he was, and he should know it.
The man only shook his head when she said just that.
"Want to tell me what happened," he asked, moving cautiously forward now, one hand on his holster.
"I…. He lost control," she told the officer, looking around, weighing her options, and not finding any at all just then. Especially as more of those cars with blue lights approached from both sides now.
"What made him lose control," he asked, having seen the ejected man, and knowing he did not look good. He didn't have to guess the driver had not been buckled up.
"He…. I'm not a freak," the strange redhead screamed again as the man eyed her as if she were not acceptable to his eyes.
"No one is saying you are, Miss. Now, calm down, and let me take you in….."
"Leave me alone," she suddenly screamed again, and turned, and lifted the smoldering car, and flung it at the cruiser with those annoying lights as if it were weightless.
"Sonuva…."
The officer dived for the roadside even as the flying car smashed into his cruiser, crushing the top as the redhead turned, and then Kim raced up to another car stopped just ahead of the wreck, and jerked the stunned driver out to climb into the vehicle.
She sped off, the car doing wild zigzags, but soon managing a straight line as she kept going. Fortunately, none of the flashing lights followed. She didn't realize she had blocked more of the road when she smashed the cruiser, and send other cars skidding across the median, too in a chain reaction of crashes.
~KP~
Shego was eyeing the dashcam footage after investigating that incident just four hours later as she shadowed the redhead's most likely path, and remarked, "Girl learns fast."
"Just what is your connection to that…female," the captain asked again as the tall, rangy state trooper eyed her.
"Like I said. I'm a private contractor working for the Pentagon," she told him bluntly. "Call General Roger Hastings, like I said, and maybe he'll tell you what he can."
"I did. He won't talk," the man complained.
"Neither can I. Still, you might want to tell your boys that if they see Red again, not to engage. She's not fond of uniforms. Bad experiences, if you know what I mean."
"Just tell me what the fuck she is," the captain demanded.
Shego turned from the footage she watched a third time just to be thorough and nodded at him. "She's a scared little girl trying to get home, Captain Miller. She just happens to be a scared little girl with a lot more power than she knows how to handle."
"This is military, isn't it," he scowled bleakly at her.
"Your tax dollars at work," Shego grinned sardonically. "Now, I'd better go, since I don't want her trail getting any colder. Just take my advice, tell your boys to hold back if they spot her again. Just call me," he was told as she handed him a card.
"Shego," he scowled. "And just what the hell kind of name is that?"
"My kind," she smirked, and walked out of the state police barracks, and headed for her own car.
~KP~
Kim banged her fist on the wheel, warping it, but she had no clue why the car just stopped. Then she noted the gauge that had a big E on one side. F or E. Fuel, maybe? Great, she had grabbed a car with hardly any fuel.
Sighing, she grabbed her pack, and left the car she then pushed off the road into the ditch to maybe buy her time before it was found, and then headed down the interstate she had finally gotten onto while following the little box with the maps on it. She eyed the GPS she still monitored, and it showed a very long walk to the next major city before it ended at the edge of the screen. She eyed the readings, and sighed, seeing over twelve hundred miles still separating her from her hometown.
She sighed, pocketed the device, and kept walking.
Maybe next time she would make sure the car had enough fuel to keep going. Only the hour was getting late, the sun was fading, and there weren't many cars just now, and the few still on the road weren't stopping for her.
Huddled once more in her shapeless hoody, she kept walking, wishing she had stopped to get something to eat now because she was really getting hungry again and all her food was gone.
With little other choices, she kept walking.
She was still walking despite the hour when a loud rumbling filled the air, and the first car she had seen in hours appeared on the horizon behind her. The loud engine spoke of power, and she realized it was slowing even as she turned to study it. The car slowed down and pulled over just in front of her, and Kim stared warily.
The last ride had not gone well.
Still, she was tired of walking. Even if she had to throw the driver out, at least she wouldn't be walking now. She moved up to the passenger side, eyeing the driver who was a dark silhouette until she opened the door. The interior light blinded her a moment, and then the driver, a shapely, dark-haired woman with a wry smirk nodded her way.
"You gonna get in, or are you waiting for me to run out of gas and join you on the road," she quipped.
Kim wasn't used to sarcasm. She just stared at the woman, and asked, "Are you….offering me a ride?"
"Nah, I just stopped to rag on you. C'mon. Get in, Red," the woman called her.
"What," she rasped.
"I see that red hair. Since I don't know your name, I'll call you Red. I'm Shego. Where you headed? Or are you just another wannabe looking for big city lights?"
"No, not that," Kim sighed and climbed in as she set her backpack into the floorboard. "I just want to get home," she told the woman.
"Which is….?"
"Middleton," Kim sighed, and looked out the window again, feeling the woman was safe enough. Or so she hoped.
"Headed there myself," Shego told her.
Kim smiled now.
"Really," she asked almost gleefully as she risked a glance her way. "You're serious?"
"Nope, I'm Shego," the woman winked at her. "Hey, want some music," she asked and switched on the CD player.
"What is that," she asked as she shoved a disc into the blinking box on the dash.
"Skynyrd," Shego grinned as Sweet Home Alabama began. "Best Southern Rock band you will ever hear in your life," she grinned.
Kim just stared, but listened, her head nodding faintly to the beat after a moment.
"Told you. Best band ever," Shego grinned. "You've seriously never heard them?"
"Never heard any music," Kim murmured.
"No? Girl, you've been deprived," Shego remarked as focused on driving, and keeping up the banal chatter as she knew it was her best chance of befriending what could be the most dangerous woman on the planet.
Which, she didn't like to admit, really screwed up her own rep.
To Be Continued…..