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
22
Kim heard the knock at the door just after noon.
Shego had gone out to do some personal shopping, leaving Kim to finish the house cleaning since it was laundry day, and with Ann working over, the left a lot to do. Kim didn't mind the ordinary chores, even if she didn't always do things the way her mother preferred. Still, she got things done, and to her mind, that was what mattered.
Heading for the door, she checked the security panel, and saw the face on the small digital screen of the visitor, and smiled hugely.
Pulling the door open, she grinned at the pale blonde and reached out to hug her.
"Tara," she squealed. "How are you? Feeling okay? Have you found out if you're going to school? I….."
"Take a breath," the blonde suggested with a wan smile as Kim finally all but dragged her in the door.
"Oh. Right. Come in. Have a seat. It's great to see you again," she beamed. "I guess you got the basic background about all the nuttiness around us since….back then," she asked.
"Yeah," Tara nodded. "I couldn't believe I lost all that time. Practically fourteen years. It's….weird. All the people I knew are grown up now," she said with a sigh. "Even you and little Bon-Bon grew up," she smiled.
"Bon-Bon?"
"Another girl I sit for when I wasn't watching you," Tara smiled. "I'm still….absorbing a lot, but… I'm really glad we did survive. So, mom said you got….powers or something?"
"Oh, yeah. See," Kim grinned and held up one hand that started to radiate a darker green aura that fluttered and wavered around her fingers. "I am really strong, too. I'm guessing I can do something else, but…. Well, those government types keep watching me and telling me not to push. They act like I'm some kind of bomb or something, at times. It's really annoying," she huffed.
"Well, you still sound like the same stubborn little redhead I knew," Tara smiled. "Although that punk streak you have now is something that takes getting used to," she admitted, eyeing her colorfully streaked hair.
"Tell me about it," Kim grinned, sliding a hand over the top of her hair. "I found out the hard way I can't dye it either. My hair just burns the dye off, or something like that."
"Really," Tara asked as Kim finally sat down close to her.
"Oh, yeah. Found that out the hard way when I first broke out of that lab where they kept us," Kim nodded at her.
"You broke out?"
"I should start at the beginning. I doubt that woman told you guys everything. Oh, and you'll have to meet Shego. The woman with me? She's like….my best friend in the world, since she practically rescued me, too, and helped get me home. Anyway, it started the day I turned seventeen…."
"Princess," Shego growled as she burst into the house not long after Tara's arrival and found the girls on the couch giggling over something. "Why the hell was the security system off?"
"Oh, Tara came over, and I forgot to reset it. No big. Tara, this is Shego. Shego, this is..."
"I remember," Shego growled as she kicked the door closed with one foot and then juggled the bags she carried to reset the security panel. "And you need to remember that those bigger bads could show up at any time."
"Bigger bads?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention a bunch of genuine loons is after me because they think I'll be their weapon. Never mind even the government couldn't make me cooperate for that one, there are still people that think they can make me do what they say," Kim huffed.
"As if," Tara gasped. "That is so ferociously wrong," she declared.
"Isn't it," Kim agreed. "Well, we faced some of them, but so far they aren't doing too well. Right, Shego," she beamed as the woman headed for the stairs with her bags.
"Don't get cocky, Kimmie. You've faced the lackeys and morons. You haven't faced the really bad, bad guys yet."
"She worries," Kim murmured. "She's really great, though. Just like I said."
"You were lucky she found you," Tara agreed.
"I know. I had no clue about…..anything. Then she showed up, brought me home, and helped me fit in. I really can't see being without her….."
"But….doesn't she have her own family and her own life?"
"Oh, yeah, but this is kind of her job. In fact, that's how we found you. Someone claimed to grab her brothers, and we went to get them back. Only they didn't have Shego's brothers. They had you. You know how that ended," Kim grinned. "Well, you do now."
"Yes," Tara murmured, the blonde just staring at her. "It's just still so hard to imagine you're the same mischievous little toddler I knew," she admitted, shaking her head.
"That's because you haven't been around Kimmie much lately," Shego snorted as she came back down the steps. "Wait till you hang around the little screwball a while."
"Shego," Kim whined. "I am not that bad."
Shego eyed her.
"Right. That's why you think it's fine to let your brothers sneak out of the house with WMDs," she sniggered.
"With….what," Tara frowned.
"Weapons of mass destruction," Shego drawled, settling down in James' usual chair. "Her brothers have genuinely scary intelligence, and use it to do scary things. I'm not saying some of it can't be helpful, but sometimes…. Well, don't try to break in if their security is online. They have lasers built into their security grid now."
"No big," Kim smiled. "Mom made sure they set them to nonlethal settings."
Tara gaped.
"And I thought Dr. Possible…. Your dad….. Could be nuts," she exclaimed.
"Oh, he can be," Shego grinned.
"Shego," Kim whined. "My dad is so not nuts," she complained.
"Right. Of course not. Not your dad. Which means it must just be you," Shego shrugged.
Tara frowned as Kim literally glowed, and jumped up to glare at the woman.
"You want to go outside now," the redhead demanded, her fists clenched, and glowing.
"I think you should remember your friend is here, and you still have chores. You did promise your mother to finish the laundry. As I recall, you wanted to do it by yourself today so you could prove you can manage," the older woman smirked knowingly. "So, how is that going?"
"Oh! The washer," she gasped, and spun around, and ran to the back.
"Seriously," Shego told her in a whisper, "Don't ever let her cook. Ever. She's dangerous in the kitchen."
"Really? So, she doesn't take after her mother," the willowy blonde asked with a grin.
"Shegooooooo," came a mournful howl from the laundry room just then.
"Oy. I'd better go see what she screwed up now," Shego grinned more than she complained.
"How do you screw up laundry," Tara asked curiously, getting up to tag along just to see what was going on.
Shego only groaned as Kim stood before the washer, which had somehow overflowed, and was holding up several pink blouses that had likely once been white since Shego knew they didn't have any pink tops.
"Let me check," Shego sighed, and walked through the water. "You go get a mop and bucket," she told Kim.
"I did everything just like mom did," the redhead complained to her with a forlorn look. "Honest."
"Did you separate the whites and colors?"
"Sep….parate," Kim frowned, looking thoughtful. "You have to separate them?"
Tara giggled.
"Unless you want your clothes turning funny colors," the blonde told her with a grin and then burst into laughter.
"Tara," Kim groaned.
"She still has a lot to learn," Shego sniggered with the blonde. "You, bucket, now," she told Kim.
"I just…."
"Bucket. Go," Shego said firmly, and began pulling the clothes out that had obviously also overloaded the machine.
"Is it bad," Tara asked, standing in the door without stepping down into the water.
"Looks like the little nut crammed three loads into this tub, and then mixed reds, colors, and whites for a really fun surprise," Shego grinned as she held up the pink sheets she now dragged out to drop into a basket. All of the clothes were sodden and still soapy.
"She was always getting into trouble as a child, too," Tara smiled fondly. "She just couldn't sit still more than two minutes."
"Sounds like that hasn't changed," Shego smiled. "She's still trying to relearn an entire life she missed out on overnight, though. That doesn't help," she said more soberly.
"Between what that scary woman said, and Kim filled in, I guess we were both really kind of lucky she decided to finally break out," Tara nodded.
"Yeah, you were. So were her jailers, since I would bet anyone else in her place might have gone ballistic and leveled them all long before she finally got fed up with them."
"So, you're staying here to help her now," Tara asked.
"I figure I owe her. And she's helping me put a thumb in certain official eyes that still owe me. Or that's how I feel about it," Shego smirked.
"I'm glad you found her. Even I know things could have gone worse."
"I got a bucket," Kim announced, appearing beside Tara just then. "Now what?"
"Now, you mop, and I salvage the linen," Shego smirked. "From now on, you can load the dryer, or fold the clothes. You do not touch the washer."
"Shego!"
"Not until your mother lets you try again. Under supervision. Mop," she pointed at the flooded floor.
"It was just a mistake," she groaned.
"Uh-huh," she said and held up a white dress shirt now stained very pink. "Wonder how your dad will enjoy his new wardrobe?"
Tara giggled again as Kim grumbled as she dropped the mop into the water, and began cleaning the floor.
~KP~
"You called, boss," Camille asked as the nearly anorexic blonde appeared on his monitor.
"I did, Chameleon," he called her. "I have a job for you. A very important job. I won't lie. It's dangerous, but I'll pay you five million to succeed."
"Nice payday. Who do I knock off," she asked with an ugly smile on her very plain face.
"No deaths….unless necessary. You know Sheldon Director? They call him Gemini now," he told the woman on his monitor as he rolled his eyes pointedly.
"I've heard of him. A real head-case," she stated ironically.
"Among other things. He's trying to undercut me, and take over aspects of my business I don't feel like sharing. I don't appreciate that. So I'm going to teach him a lesson."
"How do you want it done?"
"First, a bit of mischief. I happen to know he's committed to trying to grab some genetic freak they found out west. I want you to move into place, and grab the target first, and make it look like he did it so the authorities will still all be targeting him. Then, you can also undermine his local operations, and make him appear as the bonehead he is at heart. I won't say how just use your imagination. We both know you have one, Chameleon," Jack smirked.
"I suppose you have tagged his operational frequencies."
"I'm sending you a text with all the details you need with the job prospectus," Jack told her as he tapped a few keys on his computer.
"Getting it now," she said, eyeing something off-screen. "Ick, who does that girl's hair," she sneered a moment later as she sifted the report.
"I don't know or care. Just grab her before Gemini can, and bring her to us. If Gemini wants her that bad, he can remember just who heads all underground science and research provision for our community. Not to mention, we can take anything of value from the girl ourselves first," he smirked. "Don't dawdle," he said and closed the channel as Camille just nodded, indicating she was taking the job.
He couldn't wait to see how Sheldon was pranked by his number one mean girl.
To Be Continued….