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
20
"Kimberly Anne Possible," James growled as they walked into the house well after dark. "What did you do to yourself, young lady," he demanded.
"I can explain, dad. I think," she sighed as Shego just grinned at her, and stepped into the house followed by a woman in dark blue, and wearing an eye patch.
"Okay, we have got to hear this one," Jim and Tim declared as the obvious agent studied them, and then looked to their parents.
"Doctors Possible," the one-eyed woman nodded. "We obviously have much to discuss," she told them. "I am Dr. Elizabeth Director, head of Global Justice."
"Kim told us about you," Ann nodded. "I take it you had to….get involved again," she asked guardedly.
"Actually, we mostly had to clean up after her again," she said blandly as Kim blushed.
"And her new….epidermal pigmentation," Ann asked, eyeing her bronzed daughter.
"That is part of this one. Obviously, Kimberly is far more powerful than we knew, and she almost triggered a dimensional breach."
"She what," James and the twins both exclaimed.
"Never mind that," Kim huffed, making a waving motion. "Mom, they had Tara! All this time, they had her in that lab, too. She's okay now, though, and we just dropped her off at her folks," she grinned. "Isn't that great?"
"Tara…." Ann looked to Dr. Director, and asked, "Is she really all right?"
"Unlike Kimberly, she doesn't seem to have retrained any of the energies from the comet that struck them. Nor has she apparently suffered any ill effects from her experience," Dr. Director told them.
"Nope. I figure our interaction caused us to coalesce, and freed her from the energy-draining dealie she did when we first found her. She's totally fine now," Kim smiled happily. "Her mom sure was surprised to see her, too, because she hasn't aged a day since then."
"How…?"
"They kept her in cryonic storage to keep her from draining any energy around her," Betty told James who frowned. "And, Kimberly, perhaps you'd like to freshen up while I give my own report to your parents so they understand just what happened?"
"C'mon, Princess," Shego grinned and steered her to the steps. "Let's get cleaned up, and then we can get something to eat."
"I am still hungry," she grinned. "Hey, do you think Tara will be going to school with me when they let me in," she asked as they headed for the steps.
"So," James asked as the boys just sat and stared pointedly at her as Kim and Shego headed up the stairs. "Just what happened this time," he asked coolly.
"It apparently began with a phone call," Dr. Director told him and began to explain things from her vantage point.
~KP~
"Something has obviously changed. We have to know if Possible still remains as powerful as she showed herself to be earlier," Gemini declared as they studied the images of Global Justice emptying the apparently abandoned lab, and the more hearty and hale redhead that stood outside the two GJ jets looking mutinous as one of the agents seemed to be lecturing her.
She pointedly turned her back on the man, and walked toward the dated sports car, and climbed in with Shego before they started the engine.
"Who is the blonde," he asked a moment later as the body of a blonde was carried out of the lab on a gurney, and put onto one of the jets.
"No indications of her identity, sir."
"Well, well," Gemini said before anything else was mentioned. "Drakken is alive. I did wonder. Now, this gambit makes sense," he mused as he watched the pale man dragged toward the second jet in chains. With him came a limping man in a white coat also in chains, and while he didn't know him, Gemini knew Drew Lipski well enough.
"Find out where they take Drakken, and then bring him to us," Gemini demanded. "He may be all we need to learn everything that just transpired. And give us all the answers we yet need. Arrange it," he said as he eyed Beta.
"We'll move the moment we know where they take him, sir," he nodded and programmed one of the remaining fly-cams to stay with Lipski so they didn't lose him.
"Are the dispatched Henches in place," Gemini asked next.
"Waiting for your signal, sir."
"Good. Good. Have them stand down for now. I want Drakken in our hands first. After he had told us what he may know, we will move. That should give them time to grow complacent, and safe enough for us to surprise them all."
"Yes, sir," Beta nodded.
"Everything is working out perfectly," he smiled. "Perfectly. This time, WEE will stand triumphant, and nothing….nothing will stand in our way," he chortled.
~KP~
The man watched the events unfold before him as he turned from the monitor only when the glorified police officers departed the now resealed lab.
He watched as the unlikely survivor of the ridiculously named comet departed the lab as well. He was somewhat surprised that witless woman had not taken her into custody, but then, he suspected the woman realized she couldn't hold her anyway and was giving her a semblance of freedom to ensure she remained under her watchful eye without issue.
Clever. Still, he had seen enough in that lab through the available cameras he tapped to realize a singular discovery likely overlooked by those plebian cops.
The unworthy female had power, yes. Only it was now obvious that it was a power that could be taken. A power that could then be gifted to another more worthy of such greatness. He smiled coldly as he considered that there was only such person alive. He mused on possessing such otherworldly might and decided he was destined for such power because he, and only he, was destined to rule their world. Only then could humanity see and follow his own greatness to a new Golden Dawn. One he would force them to realize if necessary.
"Such is the greatness of Professor Dementor," he suddenly shouted aloud, making all his men stop to frown at him as they wondered what was going through his head now.
Not that they cared. They just hoped it wasn't going to be trouble for them. Again.
~KP~
"Father," the stocky, muscular young man shouted as he descended the steps beneath a luxuriously appointed villa hidden on a secret island in the Pacific. "Father, are you down here?"
"Now, where else would I be, my son," the older man asked as he looked up from watching the men working on as he moved from station to station where men in white coats worked on various pieces meant to be assembled once completed.
"Father, this is very important," the dark-haired young man all but whined. "I just heard from your spies that a very powerful, and very important young woman was found in America. Look at her, father. Just look."
"Ah, yes. Miss Possible. I had recently heard of her tragic life since the Rainbow Comet struck her family home some time ago," the older man said blandly as he leaned on his cane without effort as he eyed the photo. "Only this doesn't look like the images our contacts gave me earlier."
"She has become superiorly tanned, father. It is a sign. I must have her, for surely such a wondrously tanned woman is worthy of being mine," Roberto Senior, Jr. declared with all the conviction of the demented.
Roberto, Sr. only sighed as he eyed the photo, but he suspected that her interesting tan likely indicated that something quite intriguing had just occurred in Miss Possible's life. Something that might just be….profitable.
"I shall look into it, Junior. Never fear, if the young lady has value, we shall possess her. After all, who else could afford her," he smiled smugly.
"Get her now, Papi," Junior wailed. "Now! I must have her in time for the Disco Revival next week!"
The older Senior sighed but said nothing as he considered that new photo.
"Patience, my son. Patience. Sometimes, anticipation can make…."
"I must have her now," his son screamed like a child.
Roberto sighed and shrugged.
"As you say. I shall speak to Mr. Hench now. Likely, we'll be needing extra manpower for this one. A lot of manpower," he mused as he recalled all his contact had revealed about the very surprising young lady that had actually survived an exploding comet.
"Good," Junior smiled. "Just make sure he doesn't try to overcharge you. Honestly, you would not believe the ridiculous prices he asks for some of his silly gadgets," the younger man huffed before heading back up the stairs.
Roberto Senior watched his son depart, but while he was now thinking of matters beyond the device he was seeing built for a ploy of his own, he now considered there might just be some profit in having a woman as reportedly strong as Kim Possible in his charge.
Unlike his son, however, he knew he couldn't be precipitous. Some ploys took planning and careful preparation. Often, he had learned, haste only led to failure. That was true in business, as it was in any other venture one might consider.
He would have to be careful and then make his move. His son's silly demands notwithstanding.
~KP~
"Talk to me," Dr. Director asked after they left the Possibles, and her lead scientist appeared on the screen.
"The readings are more than evident, ma'am. Drew Lipski's hypothesis was only partially on target."
"Go on," she nodded as the pilot kept them on track, and headed home, grateful the family had accepted her keeping an eye on Kimberly was a good idea for the moment.
"We do believe he might have had a valid theory regarding the comet, ma'am, not that we can prove it now. Still, his theory regarding the two girls was skewed by their very interaction."
"Explain," she demanded of the tall, gaunt man that was head of her science division.
"We now believe that based on the available evidence that Tara Bennett simply absorbed part of the energy Kimberly would have likely fully embodied had she been alone. That was what essentially drew them back together in the end, and what allowed Kim Possible to fully absorb that residue when they interacted."
"Explain Shego's report of that dimensional rip."
"It's obvious. The sheer power being released by the back and forth flow of such power between them superheated the very fabric of space-time, and created a rupture that let Possible draw Bennett into a pocket dimension where she could, likely subconsciously, complete the full absorption of extraneous energies from the other girl without interference. This is given credence by the very fact that Bennett no longer possesses the ability to absorb energy from the world around her. Or any other indication of influence from the comet or its energy signature."
"And Kimberly?"
"We suspect, based on the few initial reading gathered, that her powers were….well, rarified. How we cannot begin to guess at this time. Still, I suspect we'll be seeing more out of her now, and…."
"Is she in danger of losing control," Dr. Director demanded.
"We….don't know. To be honest, we still don't know how she even manifests such energies in her cells without….self-destructing. Apparently, even Lipski couldn't manage to adequately theorize that one."
"Dr. Stein, I know you don't get along, but call Dr. Lode in on this one. I want him to give me a working theory before the week is out. We need to know if Kimberly could yet inadvertently pierce dimensional walls, or destabilize our planet. And we need to know it before it happens. Understand?"
"I'll call him at once," the man said with a scowl.
"Do so," she snapped and closed the channel.
Settling back in her own chair, she eyed the pilot but said nothing.
She was still pondering some of that tech the Possible boys had shown her. Force-field watches. Flying cars with robotic AI brains. Those boys might just be worth hiring once they were of age. If only to keep the wrong people from exploiting them. Or worse, unleashing them.
To Be Continued….