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
24
"Again," Ann asked as Kim came down just after five the next morning. "I half expected you to sleep in today since you were still up when I came in at midnight."
"I was doing another test," Kim smiled. "Dr. Lode was testing me again since he thought that, uh, comet power might have done something else to me."
"And," Ann asked.
"My scores were all perfect this time. He said my IQ was uncharted, it was so high now."
"I suppose reading through our encyclopedias didn't hurt," she smiled.
"I still just want to know stuff," Kim smiled. "Well, interesting stuff. And do stuff. And…."
"Give yourself time, sweetie," Ann told her, sipping her coffee as she worked on breakfast. "You are still young, and you don't have to do everything at once."
Kim blushed.
"I should tell you about the laundry."
"Too late," her father declared as he appeared just then, wearing one of his newly pink shirts with a white tie. "You know, though, I do believe this color really works with this tie," he grinned as he sat down as Ann poured him a cup of coffee.
"Early day?"
"Afraid so. We have a few visiting senators wanting to see the new Kepler Probe and decide if it's worth the cost overruns," he muttered sourly as he glanced over at the folded paper near his place.
"Try not to drop anything on their heads," Ann teased.
"I don't… Well, you know, accidents can happen. Especially with idiots that don't have a clue about how rockets actually work or the conditions they have to endure…."
"Maybe you should launch one of them in the next one," Kim grinned.
"Say, there's an idea," James smiled.
"Honey," Ann chided him as she expertly broke the eggs into the pan even as the smell of bacon began to rise from the oven.
"I just said it…."
"James. Remember, you want to make them understand. Not drive them off in a huff," she pointed out.
"Well, most of them don't really care about exploration. They only want to know how much armament we can pack into a satellite or something silly like that," he fumed. "Honestly, if we want to show any potential contacts out there that we come in peace, loading our probes with weapons is not the way to go," he complained.
"I doubt most of those old men even believe in life beyond our planet from all I've read and heard," Kim pointed out. "Which proves all they really want is weapons to keep others from getting into space, and making them have to share."
James hummed thoughtfully over that one, and Ann only rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you two eat, and leave the theories for the labs," she pointed out as Shego walked into the kitchen looking far more rested this morning.
"Morning Doctors P. Hey, Kimmie. I can't believe you actually went to sleep last…. No," the woman asked as Ann snorted as she set a cup of black coffee down before Shego before taking her own seat.
"She was still up when I came in at midnight," Ann told her. "I was so tired myself I didn't stop to check on her," she admitted with a fond smile.
"I get that. So how late….?"
"Not late," Kim sputtered as she paused in eating. "I didn't stay up much past two. I was taking a new test."
"What new test," Shego groaned.
"That Wade guy had a new IQ test he wanted me to take to see if my changes extended to my mind," she said tapping her head.
"Not that I can see," Shego smirked.
"Hey! I'll have you know Wade said my retention level is up to one hundred percent, and my IQ is now off-scale it's so high."
"So, you're another idiot with too many brains?"
"I'm not an idiot," she sputtered.
"Who turned all our laundry pink yesterday," Shego asked with a smug grin.
Kim blushed furiously over that as she eyed her dad's shirt.
"That was….an accident. I didn't know it would do that," she declared earnestly.
"Yep. You know, Princess, there's a difference between being smart, and being intelligent."
"Huh?"
"I'll let you field that one," Ann declared as she continued to eat when Kim looked her way.
"Dad?"
"Well, I believe what she is trying to say without hurting your feelings, Kimberly, is that you need a good dose of common sense to go with your intelligence, or you end up so lost in abstract theory that you aren't able to operate in the reality before you. Right," James asked her as Shego smirked on.
"That's a polite way of saying she's an idiot," Shego nodded.
"I'm not an idiot," Kim roared, and smacked the table, almost cracking the wood.
Kim gasped, and stared at the handprints seared into the surface, and grimaced.
"Sorry," she groaned as James sighed, and Ann only shook her head.
"Idiot," Shego said in a singsong voice. "Who still needs to practice that self-control a bit more," she added.
"I know," Kim sighed. "I'm just…."
"Impatient," Ann suggested knowingly.
"Overly sensitive," James added.
"Dad…."
"Yep," Shego nodded. "Hey, Kimmie, you have to know we're all teasing you here. It's what family or friends do. Still, we all know you had a bad time. A seriously bad time. We know you still have a lot to get used to, and a lot still to swallow, and learn. Just give yourself time, and don't try to do everything at once. You still have a lot of time to find your own way," Shego told her with a nod before rising to refill her own coffee.
"I get it," Kim sighed.
"Well, I have to get to work," James said, snatching up his paper, and his jacket before heading for the door. "Call if you need me. But not until after two. Those politicians are likely to try to hang around to milk a free lunch before they leave."
"It's what they do best," Shego replied before he was gone.
"So, what are you planning today," Ann asked.
"Uh…. I don't know. What are we planning," she asked Shego as Ann rose, and went to wake the boys so they'd be ready on time.
"Now I'm your day planner," she sputtered.
"We could spar again. I know you wanted to see if your force field made it harder for me to hit you even with plasma."
"Kim," Ann frowned back at her from the door. "Maybe you shouldn't play with that power too much. You don't want to…."
"We'll be careful, Ann," Shego assured her. "But it is an experiment I'm interested in myself. Better me, anyway, than the boys decide to conduct their own experiments with her."
"Heaven forbid," she groaned and went to wake her boys.
~KP~
"I'll get it," Kim shouted as she poured ice tea in glasses even as the phone rang.
Shego was upstairs, still showering after they spent a lot of the morning working out, sparring, and even meditating again. They did find out that while the boys' force fields could hold back her plasma, she could still heat up the air inside to an uncomfortable level if she pressed. Not wanting to end up broiled alive, Shego cut that test off before it got too serious.
Leaving the glasses on the table, she went to the phone, and lifted it, asking, "Possible residence, how can I help you," with a cheerful tone.
"Ann Possible," a grim, foreboding tone asked.
"She's at work until four. I'm her daughter, may I help you, or take a message?"
"Kimberly?"
"Yes," she nodded even as she replied. "That's me."
"I see. Very well, I was just calling to inform your mother, and you, that the superintendent has allowed you to come down to do a placement test to see if you can enter the school this year, or if you need to wait for next year."
"Really? That's spankin'," she grinned hugely as Shego came into the kitchen with a brow lifted at her expression borrowed from Monique.
"Indeed," the speaker growled. "All right. Come down anytime today, and after your test, we'll know just how and where to place you if you prove….acceptable," the man on the line told her. "Bring your own pens and pencils," he added curtly.
"Sure. Thank you for…."
The man hung up without even saying goodbye.
"So," Shego asked.
"Well, he's not that friendly, but the guy was from the school and said I just need one last placement test to see if I can go to school this year," she beamed. "This is going to be great," she enthused.
"You say that now," Shego smirked. "Me, I remember loathing my high school, but maybe you'll actually like it. You'll also get to be with kids your age, too."
"Like Monique," she beamed as she hung up the receiver now, and then handed Shego her glass of tea.
"Well, I'll doubt they'll all be that nice, but I'm sure you will find some friends of your own."
"Shego," she frowned as they stood there staring at one another.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, this morning, when you said I'd have time to do…whatever. Are you still going to be here? Are you….?"
"I told you, Kimmie," Shego told her. "I'm here until you're completely safe. However long that may be. Even then, I'd like to think you'll still be my friend. So, think you can handle me hanging around a bit longer?"
"Oh, yeah. I know you said this was a job for you…."
"It started that way. Just remember what else I said," Shego told her. "This is also a chance for us to get our own back at those who ruined our lives, and so many others."
"Like Tara, and your brother."
"And you, Kimmie," she nodded. "So, no. I'll be hanging around for a while if you can manage it. Just don't expect me to sugarcoat anything. I think you're old enough and mature enough now to handle it when I tell you if you're being an idiot again."
Kim glowered.
"You just love to push, don't you," the redhead muttered, looking grim for a moment. "Still, I'm glad you're you, and you're here. Oh, and we should go to the school so I can get that test done, and find out where they'll put me," she beamed.
"Want to change," Shego asked blandly, Kim still wearing her own sweats after their workout.
She looked down and frowned.
"You have to change for school?"
"Most kids do like to look nice. It's part of that peer pressure I told you about," Shego reminded her.
"Peer pressure. Right," she murmured with a serious expression as her eyes narrowed, and she looked. "So, how do you know if it's just that peer pressure, or if it's bullying?"
"Bullies try to crush you physically for the most part," Shego advised her. "Posers just try to crush your ego."
"Right. Got it. So, don't hit the posers, but smash the bullies."
"No. Remember what I told you? Let them throw the first punch if they're that bold…."
"I have to let them hit me to know if they're real bullies," she exclaimed in shock.
"No," Shego grinned. "I said let them throw the punch, not let it hit you. If they go that far, then you can defend yourself. Just remember, you don't use overwhelming force for the little posers since they aren't going to be anywhere near your class."
"Hmmm. Maybe I'll just stick to friends, and leave the rest to whatever," she frowned. "This is still kind of confusing," Kim admitted.
"It's life. Now, changing?"
"Oh, right. What should I wear?"
"Something nice, but comfortable," Shego suggested, still wearing her usual outfit of a green knit top with black jeans. She wasn't wearing her jacket just now, but she still wore it when she went outside.
"Right. Nice, but comfortable," she grinned and headed for the stairs after finishing her drink. "Won't be a moment."
Shego watched her all but run, and guessed it would be a while before that girl learned she didn't have to run everywhere.
To Be Continued….