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
23
James sighed as he eyed the pink shirts draped over his bed, and looked back at Shego.
"How bad?"
"Sheets, shirts, blouses, and yes, undies, too."
"Well, Ann won't be liking that. We were hoping to remodel this year, but instead, it seems we're going to need new…..everything," the eccentric scientist only smiled at the mess he had come home to find.
"Trust me, she feels bad enough," Shego said with a grin. "Even though it was kind of funny."
"At least all my slacks are dry-cleaning only. Still, I'm not sure I have that many shirts left now that aren't pink."
James gave her a faint smile and lifted one of the shirts in question.
"Well, she did try."
"She always was a handful," he told Shego with a smile. "You can't know how much we appreciate you bringing her back. We…. We all missed her."
"I can see that," Shego said as she nodded at him. "So, going to go let her off the hook, or make her sweat a little longer?"
He chuckled.
"Actually, I think I'll wait and see what Ann says. Too bad she's working double shifts today," he grinned. "Even she might get a chortle out of this one. I hope the boys weren't too much trouble before I got in," he asked as much as said.
"Nah. Kim had the two of them going nuts between the laundry, and her suggestion they find her something to wear that wouldn't scorch the moment she fired up her plasma. I get the feeling they're going to be busy with both of those."
"No doubt. Although, I'm not altogether sure you can find anything that could resist raw plasma. We're talking of chromatic energies that are at least as hot as the sun from what I can tell."
"That hot?"
"She melted the boy's titanium weave watchbands," James reminded her. "So at least six thousand degrees Kelvin," he nodded.
"Uh, I'm old school, Doc. Wanna give that to me in English?"
"Oh, well, around ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Although, it is likely theoretically possible for her to grow hotter considering she managed to actually punch a hole in the spatial fabric, which should be impossible. Then again, my dad always said anything is possible, for a Possible," he grinned.
"I'll bet you guys would have him scratching his head over that one now," Shego snorted. "So, is the old guy still around?"
"No," he sighed. "He passed on the year after Kim…..vanished," he said somberly.
"Tough. At least you got her back, Dr. P. That's something to be grateful for there," Shego told him as she turned to go.
"Well, we owe you a lot, Shego," James told her. "So as long as you need a home, you're more than welcome here."
"Thanks," she smiled. "I kind of like the nut myself."
"We're just glad you found her and could bring her back to us," James smiled.
"I am just glad she listened to me. It was close at the start," she grinned. "She can be….willful," she grinned.
"She always was, Shego," James smiled, glancing to a smaller photo of a very young Kimberly on his nearby dresser.
"As I said at the start, Dr. P, I'll keep her safe. I'm not going anywhere until we're all a hundred percent certain no one else will be coming after her. You have my word," Shego told him solemnly.
"Thanks," James nodded. "You might want to call your family, though, and let them know someone else might try to actually grab them if they aren't wary," he pointed out.
"Already did. I called my father, and my brother Marty to tip off the family. They'll be on alert until I give them the all-clear."
"Good. Wouldn't want another repeat of this one, would we," he smiled.
"Only if they're suicidal," she smirked. "My family is seriously protective since….my brother Henry died."
James only nodded and said no more as Shego left his room.
"You good? I'm turning in," she said with a knock at Kim's door.
"'Kay," came the muted shout.
"Don't stay up so late again," she told the redhead.
"I'm not," Kim called out from behind the door.
"I mean it, Kimmie," she growled. "Don't you come waking me up at midnight because you want to talk?"
"I'm not," she assured her.
Shego eyed the door suspiciously but headed across the hall toward her own room. She wasn't even going to pretend to check the boys. She had her own twin siblings and knew how annoying they could be even at the best of times. She didn't have to guess to know the Possible twins could be just as bad. If not worse.
Shego closed her door firmly, considered locking it, but just went to lay down after undressing, and yawned as she relaxed after a very long day. She couldn't help but smirk as she imagined Ann Possible coming in to find her new pink laundry linen and more, but just then, all she wanted to do was sleep.
She closed her eyes, and hoped Kim really did go to sleep, and stay there.
~KP~
"Okay, I think it's clear again," the redhead said as she looked away from the door to the small device she held.
"Right," the dour young man on the small communicator screen nodded. "So, you really don't think you're in danger of imploding again?"
"Nope," Kim told the young man. "Think about it. From all that you guys figured out it was the back and forth, give and take of the energy exchange that superheated the air around us and created the instability that caused the dimensional walls to crack. Right? So, while I might be able to still generate a lot of heat, it wouldn't be the same conditions, or the same circumstances, which would mean no localized point of concentration. As I now understand it," Kim told him, "My heat actually dissipates a great deal the moment it's generated. See? No pinpoint degree of focus to allow a dimensional breach."
"That does make sense," Wade informed her as he continued to work on something off-screen while talking with her.
"Hey, I'm not stupid here. Just because those clowns kept me limited in my learning didn't make me an idiot."
"I'm not touching that one," Wade said, the very faintest of smiles on his lips now.
"Good. So, now that I've answered all your questions about my powers….."
"Not all of them," he pointed out.
"Look, no offense, Wade, but I'm a little hesitant to put out everything I'm finding out because that only means the wrong people might find it and want to try grabbing me all the more."
"So, you're intimating that there is more to you than brute strength?"
"Let's not even hint," Kim informed him dryly. "I have enough trouble with those idiot soldiers that think I should be some kind of spy or something."
"Actually, I believe the Pentagon was hoping you'd be more of a super-soldier, or assassin."
"Yeah. Not happening."
"Well, you did pointedly show you have a lot of power, and you obviously are showing a lot more skill from the sparring sessions I've…..heard about with Shego," Wade declared. "After all, she does have quite a reputation herself, so if she's teaching you anything close to her own abilities…."
"She's a good teacher, but that stuff is mostly for discipline, and teaching me self-control," Kim deflected him. "I really don't want to hurt anyone," she pointed out.
"So you have said. Yet during your initial….departure…."
"Look, I was just trying to get out at the time, and that was all blind instinct. I wouldn't have hurt anyone if they would have just gotten out of the way, and…."
She glared hard now and shook her head.
"Look, can I just get to my question now?"
"Very well. What question is that, Kim," he asked her.
"The boys are still trying to figure out something I can wear without scorching or burning it up, and so far haven't found any answers. Even the best fireproofing is not going to stand up to this," she said, holding up a fluttering hand, "But I can't keep burning through my wardrobe every time I flare up either. So, you guys wouldn't happen to know something that can take….well, me?"
"I'll look into it for you," Wade nodded. "Meanwhile, answer me one more question?"
"I'll try," she shrugged.
"Are you open to taking a new IQ test since your….upgrade? I'd like to see if it has influenced your intelligence or mental acuities as much as it apparently did your physical abilities."
"I didn't say I changed…."
"You don't have to, Kimberly. It's what you didn't say, or downplayed that tells me you have obviously changed a few things. I'm not asking for your secrets, because obviously even I know the best agencies have leaks, but let's just be aware I'm not as thick as….say, Agent Du?"
"He is stiff, isn't he," she giggled at him. "Okay, so, do I need to go to the library again?"
"No, if you have a computer nearby, I can link up, and we can set up a quick testing session if you're not too tired."
"Funny thing. I do seem to have a lot of extra energy lately, and I manage just fine with just a few hours of sleep. I'm not anywhere near tired just now, and I do have a new computer, but so far I'm just using it to research stuff," she informed him.
"Very well. Let's power up your device, and you can link the communicator to a USB port, and I can test you now. It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes based on your earlier performance."
"This going to be part of that official record you guys have on me?"
"For now, we'll keep this one low-key," Wade smiled blandly. "Just between us," he added.
"Okay. Okay. Ready when you are," she said, and plugged the small communicator into the computer, and waited.
"Right, I'm hooking your system into my network now. See the file popping up on the desktop?"
"WA1?"
"Click on that, and we'll start the test," Wade said, looking just a degree smug.
"No big," Kim smiled and moved the mouse.
~KP~
"Yes," the man hunched over ancient scrolls chortled as he eyed the nearly indecipherable pictograms of a very old, and very secret language.
He tittered as he made quick notes on a small table as the sputtering lamp set on the table barely managed to illuminate the table where he was studying the scroll taken from a museum not long ago. Small, furtive shapes moved around him in the dark chamber, but he didn't pay them any heed. He had finally found proof and direction as one.
"I was right," he tittered just a bit manically. "I knew it. I was right. To think, ultimate power was sitting right under their noses all this time, and not one of those simple-minded cretins had the sense to realize it," he tittered again.
He rolled up the scroll and carefully put it away in the makeshift temple located far below his manor house, and chortled as he now moved toward a huge atlas.
"Finally! Finally, I'll the keys to ultimate power, and my true destiny," he chortled and opened the atlas to study the map coordinates intuited from the scroll's writings. He stared carefully down at his own writing before he traced a point on the map, and put a mark down on his map.
He then studied the rest of the coordinate and pinpointed his goal.
"My friends," he told the furtive shapes around him. "It looks like we're going to take a little trip across the pond," he smiled coldly. "And then, the world will be ours to reshape at last," he chortled in a shrill manic tone.
To Be Continued….