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
25
"Hey, guys, remember me," Shego asked as she approached the two security officers standing near the metal detectors with a bored expression.
"Shego," Officer Hobble nodded, it being his turn to take a shift at the local high school. "Are you carrying?"
"Always," she said and pulled back her jacket on one side. "Part of the bodyguard sitch, as Kimmie calls it," she grinned.
"Right. Well, I do know that you are a registered professional, but I hope we don't need to see you doing anything while you're here."
"Not planning on it," she said and gestured Kim forward.
"Miss Possible," the older officer nodded as the other officer just stared at her streaked hair. "Finally going to try getting to school?"
"Looks like it," she smiled wanly. "I just have one more hoop, and I should be in this year," she told him.
"Well, good luck. Although, being a Possible means you will likely be fine," he nodded and smiled at her.
"Thanks," Kim smiled more easily, and cringed as Shego walked forward, and the alarms went off on the detector before Officer Hobble could shut it off.
Even as he switched it off, Shego just grinning at him, the office door burst open and a mountain of a man appeared in the door, demanding, "What's going on out here," as Shego looked over at him, and drawled sardonically, "Wow, so the cavemen didn't all die out!"
Kim giggled as the officers smiled, but said nothing as the big man scowled bleakly, and demanded, "And just who are you, lady, and what are you….."
"I'm Kim Possible," Kim smiled as she walked forward. "I'm here to get tested so I can start school."
"Possible. Possible. Oh, lord, are you related to those two demented gremlins?"
"Jim and Tim?"
"That's them," the man grumbled.
"My brothers. They're very smart, aren't they," she smiled at him as Shego walked up behind her, and just eyed the man.
"Right," the man grumbled irritably. "So, you're one of them?"
"Oh, no. I'm not a twin," Kim informed him. "I'm just their older sister," she beamed.
"Well, if you do get enrolled, you need to review the dress code, which does not allow dyed hair," the man informed her as he still bodily blocked the office door.
"Uh, I don't dye my hair. It's all natural," she smiled at him, running a hand through her red hair.
"I meant that gaudy streak you have there," he frowned in naked disapproval.
"That's natural, too. It just turned out that way after the comet hit me," she informed him.
"The comet…. You're the one they said…?"
"Said what," Shego asked, "And who said it?"
"And you are," the man demanded.
"The question is who are you, and why are you standing in our way, big man," she shot back. "And I'd like to know who is saying what about my client."
"Client? Who are you, lady?"
"She's Miss Possible's bodyguard, Mr. Barkin," Officer Hobble told him as he came over to nod at him. "I'm sure you've heard of how Kimberly here was held by some unscrupulous, rogue scientists for some time before she managed to break free. Shego is here to see none of them, or those like them, try coming after her again."
"I see. Maybe you shouldn't be allowed into school if you're going to be a blatant danger to our students….."
"Oh, so you're going to discriminate against Kimberly because someone else is after her? Tell me, Brainless," Shego asked as Kim looked ready to pout just then, "Are you ready for a lawsuit over this one. Because I can tell you, the Possibles are already upset over how the government treated their little girl. Imagine if you tried banning their daughter from getting her education because someone might come after her?"
The man grumbled but said nothing.
"Imagine," Shego next asked knowingly, "How her brothers might take your actions? I hear they do look forward to her attending school here with them," she added.
The man actually groaned now but shook his head, and finally just said, "Well, she still has to pass a placement test. So let's not get ahead of ourselves," he sputtered. "I assume you have your records…."
He frowned at the flash drive Kim held out.
"What is that," he asked.
Kim eyed the small device.
"Uh, flash drive? It has all my medical and academic files on it since I started equivalency testing and stuff," she smiled.
"You do know how to use a flash drive, don't you, caveman," Shego asked blandly as Officer Hobble just shook his own head, and headed back over to his post.
"Just come into the office, girl," he told Kim, and then looked at Shego. "And it's Steve Barkin, Woman. Vice Principal of Middleton High."
"I'll try to care," Shego drawled as she followed Kim into the office.
"You must be Kimberly," the silver-haired woman behind the counter smiled her way. "We heard you were coming in soon."
"Yes. I mean, I am Kim," she smiled at the friendly woman.
"Okay, Steve, why don't you let her use your office while she tests….."
"I have to cover Ms. Benton's Economics….."
"I think I can manage to proctor the girl," the woman declared. "You go tend the class, and I'll watch her."
"I don't think…."
"You likely don't," Shego told him bluntly. "So, why don't you go play BMOC, and let Kimmie do what needs doing? Trust me, she can pass pretty much anything you have. Except for cooking. Don't let her cook," Shego grinned as Kim sputtered.
"Shego," Kim whined. "Don't tell them that."
"We all have issues, dear," the older woman smiled. "I trust you have the test packet ready, Steven, so I can manage anything else."
"It's on my desk…"
"Right, then. Run along," she told him as the bell rang, and the hall immediately filled with loud, laughing, and shouting students.
Steve growled, and all but stormed from the office as the woman smiled.
"You have a flair, don't you, lady," Shego grinned at her.
"You just have to know how to handle Steve. He's a good man, but a poor fit for the high school. Too many years in the military, if you know what I mean?"
"Military," Kim hissed.
"Kimmie has issues herself with uniforms. Don't worry, Red," she smiled at the redhead. "He's obviously one of those retired posers I told you about. He's not a threat."
"Oh. Oh, well….okay," Kim nodded. "So, test," she asked the woman.
"Right. Follow me, dear, and we'll get you started. It shouldn't take you but a few hours, so let me know if you need a break. Or the restroom, or anything," she smiled as she led Kim into the vice principal's office.
Five minutes later, the secretary emerged, eyed Shego leaning on the counter, and told her, "You can take a seat. Or come back later. It will likely take her more than a few hours…."
"Nah. The nut still has more than a few issues I'll admit, but taking tests isn't one of them. She'll blow through whatever you have before you can blink. Trust me on that," Shego told her.
"So, she's a prodigy like her brothers," the woman asked.
Shego eyed the placard on her desk and grinned.
"Let me tell you…. Mrs. Weems, Kimmie is genuinely smart and genuinely curious, but her issues are more with dealing with everyday stuff, and people in them. I'm not kidding when I say the poor kid was literally kept locked in a lab for over fourteen years. She never had a chance to grow up, and now she's trying to do everything at once without a clue as to how things actually work."
"I take it you have a reason for telling me that," the woman asked.
"Yeah. The caveman didn't much impress me with his empathy, but I figured someone should know that if Kim has trouble, it's not because she does anything on purpose. It's likely because she's not going to understand how things work in the real world, or what's going on around her. See?"
"Of course. Ann talked me about her circumstances even before we started suggesting tutors for her, and while Steven can be….irritating, especially to some of the students," she admitted with a grin, "We are all aware that Kimberly will need careful handling."
"That said, you have any trouble here? Anything at all? Call me at once," Shego told her, and handed over a business card. "Just use my cell, since I'm obviously not in my office just now."
"Ann did say you have a working relationship with her," she nodded.
"Yep. Oddly enough, she trusts me, and I'm keeping the bureaucrats off her backside while we work on freeing her from the loons in power that still want to exploit her," Shego informed her.
"Yes, Ann did say something to that effect. If not so…."
"I'm blunt, and I'll admit it, Mrs. Weems. Just trust me, I'm here for Kimmie, and that's it. She's a good kid, and I want to see she gets a chance to prove it."
"I can see that. And I respect that," Mrs. Weems replied, and put the card on her desk. "I hope you don't mind that I'll share this with Mr. Anderson when he returns, too. He's the principal, and if he didn't have a family emergency this week, he would have been here to meet Kimberly."
"Sure, share with him. I'd say offer my services to anyone, but just now, I'm tied up with Kim."
"Of course. I should tell you good luck, too. It's a shame what I heard was done to her and Tara Bennett. To think those poor girls lost so much of their lives like that because of a stupid meteor."
"Yeah. That's what comes of leaving fossils in power when they don't have a clue how reality works," she muttered.
"No doubt. I've had the same thoughts myself about many politicians of late, but then, I suppose every generation likely thinks the same of their leaders."
"Nah, this generation is the worst yet. I don't any of them have a clue what 'public service' really means. Let alone how it should work."
"Well, I won't argue," Mrs. Weems told Shego as the pair chatted when the door to Steve Barkin's office opened just twenty-five minutes later.
"Need a break already, hon," Mrs. Weems turned to see Kim looking toward her with a handful of papers.
"Uh, I finished already. Is this all there is," she asked, holding up the loose stack of papers that questioned her on everything from basics to advanced mathematics and science.
"All of it," she exclaimed.
"Oh, well, yeah. It was pretty easy," Kim blushed as she handed over the papers.
"What'd I tell you," Shego grinned. "So, what now?"
"Well, Steve has the answer key, so we'll let him grade these once he gets out of class. After that, it's a matter of making you a suitable schedule once we know where you stand. From all you say, and considering your speed, I wager you can enter the senior year without issue in spite of the fact we're already underway, Kimberly. So, I'd go home, make sure you have the supplies you need," she said, handing her a list, "And be ready when we call you in for your schedule. Sound good?"
"Sounds great," Kim smiled now after handing over the papers. "So, I could start tomorrow?"
"Or by the next day for certain. It's just paperwork now, dear," Mrs. Weems assured her. "Which it seems you have no trouble with," she told her. "I'll give this back to you after we have downloaded, and assessed your file," she told her, tapping the flash drive she had just started sifting after Kim had handed it to her since Mr. Barkin had ignored it earlier.
"That's good. No rush, I have copies," Kim assured her.
"Right, well, as I said, you should have no issues. It's just a matter of getting your schedule ready. Once we confirm your grades, we'll call you in for that, and you'll be ready to go," the woman assured her.
"Great," Kim beamed. "I can't wait! Say, did Tara Bennett already get enrolled?"
"Well, she's back in her senior year, but most of her records were easily updated since the material does essentially stay the same," Mrs. Weems told her.
"Really? After how long? What about current events, because it seems that allows for a lot of stagna….."
"C'mon, nut," Shego growled as Mrs. Weems smiled as Kim yelped as Shego grabbed her ear, and dragged her toward the door. "We're just wasting time now. You have more shopping to do," she declared.
"For what….? Oh, yeah. I should call mom and dad, too," she enthused eagerly as they left, and Mrs. Weems watched them go.
She had the feeling that Kimberly was going to be at least as spirited as her brothers, and wouldn't Steven like that. Still, from all she had heard about Kim so far, it was fortunate the girl was not letting her past color her future. Still, she wagered it would be smart to keep a close eye on her and Tara to ensure they didn't' have anything beyond the usual problems of seniors in high school.
Still, even she had to laugh over an hour later when Steven declared he knew Possible had to have cheated, even if he couldn't understand how. He was more than certain she had, though, but even he had to finally accept the girl really was smarter than he had expected.
Knowing her brothers, he really shouldn't have been that surprised. Or so Mrs. Weems had felt.
To Be Continued….