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Kim Possible: Gifted

By LJ58

27

"Possible," a familiar booming voice growled as she walked into her third-period class for the day.

So far, everything had been simple enough, once she got over everyone staring at her. Most were curious, just as Monique said, but so far she hadn't really met any real jerks. She was discounting that Ron because she felt he was just kind of weird himself. Listening to him talk was beyond bizarre. Or so she felt.

Her economics class was next, and only now did she recall that Miss Benton's Economics was the class he had said he was covering the other day. Apparently, he was still covering for the woman. She looked over to the desk to see the man hunched over the desk like one of those scientists that used to study every little thing about her while pretending to care.

She had a flashback for a moment, and clenched her fists, but remembered to relax as she remembered Shego also called this guy a poser.

In her friend's eyes, a poser was just that, and hardly worth bothering over.

"Hello, Mr. Barkin," she smiled and walked over to take a seat up front after noticing most of the students were trying to sit as far back as they could.

"What did I tell you about that hair dye," he growled.

"I thought I told you it wasn't dyed," she replied evenly.

"I don't believe that any more than I believe any other excuse you brats try to use on me," he said, putting both hands flat on the desk as he eyed her ominously.

"Wow, you're a very pessimistic type, aren't you," she asked as half the class already present audibly gasped.

"Young lady, you're very close to detention. If not a suspension. Now tomorrow, I expect you to have that dye removed…."

"I can't because it's not dye," she told him again.

"I heard that silly story, and I don't believe it for an in…..stant," he choked as Kim glared at him, and her left hand started to flutter where it was still clenched at her side.

"I am telling the truth," she hissed as every student in the class just stared, not saying a word.

"What….is that," Steve Barkin demanded, staring at her left hand.

She glanced down and forced herself to relax as she slid the hand under her desk, and focused on her relaxation techniques.

"Oh, no, young lady. Office. Now. We're going to have a chat about disobeying…."

"I am not disobeying anyone. You're being obstinate," Kim sputtered.

"Office. Now. And close that door behind you," she was told.

"Fine," she spat, and stormed to the door, slammed it, and cringed as the wood and glass exploded across the front of the room as Barkin shouted, "Possible!"

She cringed as he stormed toward her, and she knew she had blown that one badly. Then she felt his big hand dig into her shoulder, spin her around, and he spat, "Let's have it."

"Have what," she frowned.

"Whatever you're using to cause that damage," he thundered. "I knew you were going to be trouble. Just like those irritating bratty brothers of yours…."

"Brats," she frowned now. "My brothers?"

"I don't know what kind of weird experiment you have, but you're going to turn it over, and now."

"No, I'm not," she said in a suddenly quiet and ominous tone.

"You are going to be suspended on your first day! Expelled if I prove you were cheating," he added. "And I will! For now, get to the office. Let's go. You bunch, read the current chapter," he shouted into the room. "And don't think you're off the hook for destroying that door. I'll tell you now…. Where are you going," he demanded as she drew a deep breath, and just walked off.

"Office, before I lose my patience with you," she spat.

"With….me? Young lady, you are very close to…."

"Coming," she snapped over her shoulder as she kept going toward the office.

"That's it," Steve growled and stalked after her as the class just gaped.

Kim stepped into the office just ahead of Steve Barkin, and Mrs. Weems smiled her way until she saw who was behind her.

"Oh, dear," she sighed.

"He won't listen…."

"She's carrying dangerous experiments around, just like those dangerous little anarchists she is apparently emulating," Steve thundered in his booming voice.

Mrs. Weems didn't immediately notice the twitch of Kim's left eye or the clenched fists that were starting to actually glow.

"He just will not listen to me," she complained. "And I accidentally broke a door," she said with a grimace as she forced herself to relax. "Only he just…. He tweaks me," she spat.

"Listen, Possible. I don't care where you came from, or what you think you're doing, but you are not going to disrupt this school. Now, sit, and the moment I finish my report on you we'll be calling your parents. After you hand over…."

"I don't have anything," she erupted, spinning around, and grabbing him by his tie, and jerking him off his feet, and into the air at the end of her arm that showed no effort at holding him over her head. "I am the experiment, you walking misanthrope. And I am very sick of people like you not listening to me," she shouted and drew back her free fist that was starting to glow again.

"Kimberly," Mrs. Weems shouted, knowing just the tone to take as she rose to her feet, walked around the counter, and put a hand on her slender shoulder. "Put him down, dear. He's an idiot, but he does usually mean well. Now, calm down, take a seat, and Mr. Anderson should be back from his rounds shortly. We'll just rely on him to straighten this out," she promised her.

Kim clenched her jaw, drew a deep breath, and let the man go. Steve almost hit the floor before he caught himself, but he was just staring at her now and kept staring as Kim walked over, pulling off her backpack, and took a seat without looking at Mr. Barkin again.

"How in the world….?"

"Something tells me, Steven, you didn't bother to read her whole file," Mrs. Weems chided him, and actually pointed at another chair. "Sit."

"Now see here…."

"Sit," she pointed as she barked just as sternly as he could as Kim just stared at her loose fists now, and looked beyond morose. "Cheer up, Kimberly. We'll get this all straightened out. Once we get Steven to join us in the new century," she teased.

Kim couldn't help but smile faintly at that, but Mr. Barkin was still just staring dourly.

"There is no way she should be able to…."

"Hush," the older woman told Steven.

Kim couldn't help but smile a bit more as the poser Shego had labeled so just grumbled, but obeyed.

"You know," Kim said quietly, "This really is my own hair," she said without looking at him. "When the comet hit me, it just….changed me. Hair included. I didn't pick these colors. They're just…there."

Mr. Barkin grunted.

"I already told you that. It's in my medical records. Everything about me is in there, so you really should know I'm not lying. Or trying to….pull anything. I just want to go to school."

His next grunt had her looking at him now.

"If you don't like kids, why are you even here?"

Steve glanced over at her now, glaring heatedly, and spat, "Someone has to put you little monsters in line, and make you learn to fit in."

"Oh. You're one of them," she said quietly. "I guess Shego was right about you."

"What? What did she say about me?"

"She said you were a poser. Stuck in the past, and unable to live your own life without forcing everyone to fit your preconceived notions."

Steve's face twisted at that even as a taller, but also a leaner man walked into the room, and looked down at them.

"What now," the man in a gray suit asked with a sigh.

"We've had another Barkin incident, sir," Mrs. Weems told him blandly. "Why don't you speak to Kimberly first, and then we can let her go back to class while you straighten him out," she told him, her tone implying 'again.'

"Now see here…."

"Steve, just back off. One day. Can we not go one day without you overreacting to something…?"

"Overreacting? She destroyed a door with some kind of explosive….!"

"That's….not what technically happened," she grimaced as the principal looked toward her.

"We'll talk," he said and pointed at his office with one hand. "Now."

"Yes, sir," she sighed, and rose and walked to his office.

He followed her into the room and closed the door. He didn't say a word as he went to his chair, settled in, and then eyed her.

"All right, Kimberly. I'm Thomas Anderson, your principal, of course. Now, because I do know how Steven does tend to overreact to anything at the best of times, I'll let you tell me what happened from your perspective. Trust me that I will listen to you because I know your parents, your brothers, and what they all told me of you. So, want to tell me how you ended up here in the office already?"

She sighed, closed her eyes, and then looked up, and nodded.

"I was actually having a pretty good day until I walked into Economics," she told him.

Steve Barkin watched the door open not ten minutes later, and Mr. Anderson let her leave as he eyed Mrs. Weems, and said, "See who we have available and have them fill in on this hour in Ms. Benton's class. Steven, with me," he said.

"I hope you know that girl is obviously….."

"You didn't read her file, did you?"

"I read enough. I'm still not sure she's not cheating somehow, but…."

"Inside, Steven. We need to talk. Again," he sighed.

He bit back his usual grumble, but walked into the office, and prepared to give his own report that would have that troublemaker suspended, if not expelled.

~KP~

She walked into the motel filled with men in civilian clothes and eyed them coolly as all of them gaped at her.

Especially as she didn't currently look like herself.

Camille de Leon, deposed heiress, criminal assassin, and genuine shapeshifting mistress of disguise currently looked like a one-eyed control freak with a penchant for offing his own men. How he kept anyone was beyond her, but that wasn't her concern here today.

"Report," she demanded of the men. "And make it good," the apparent Gemini demanded.

"We're waiting for the opportune moment to move on the mother. We think she's the best lever to…."

"Idiots," she spat. "I can see you aren't very clever. The woman is too public. Too obvious. You'd have half the town on top of you the moment you tried to move on her. No, I want the children. They are supposedly intelligent, so they might just be of some value to our operations beyond being a lever on my new Alpha," she preened with just the right amount of ego known to the madman.

She knew she was in character. Jack had a lot of very telling files, and the madman she was emulating didn't seem to be anything but predictable.

"Are you saying we shouldn't go after the…."

"The less obvious, and easy target are the boys. They'll be careless. Easily surprised. And more easily managed. I want them taken within the week. Do not disappoint, or my next visit will be less….cordial," she growled.

"Of course, sir," the man who spoke for the other silent Henches nodded. "And do we take them to the same rendezvous already planned?"

"No," the faux Gemini told them. "I am afraid they may already be watching more closely than expected. Take them to a new site I prepared to hold, and exploit them," Camille smiled coldly as she dropped the card with the new coordinates. "Be wary, and do not fail me," she growled ominously as she left the room, and went to the nondescript sedan she used to move inconspicuously into and out of town.

Once away from the motel filled with Gemini's followers, she now moved to the block where she knew several teams were waiting for a signal to move on Dr. Ann Possible. She shifted her look again, eyeing the photo on the file report before her, and then turned into a new block as she moved slowly down the roads, and finally spotted the obvious.

She climbed out of the car, and walked up to the house recently rented in a certain neighborhood, and curtly knocked.

"Ma'am," the big, burly man dark brown hair smiled. "What brings you out here?"

"Checking on the target. I now have reports that WEE may be focusing on Dr. Ann Possible. We need to focus on her, and just use the usual standard observation for the others for now. We can't take chances of losing Kim Possible's mother," the apparent Betty Director told them.

"Right. I'll call my people, and advise them at once," he nodded. "Anything else we should know," he asked.

"That's all for now. There is a chance WEE may have piggybacked on our comms, too, so do not listen to anyone unless I come to you in person. Understood."

"Understood, Betty," he nodded again.

"I'd better go. I don't want to be noticed. Be wary, and be sure you get extra eyes on Ann Possible at once," she told him.

"Right away," Crash Cranston agreed as he walked her back to the door. "Will you need an escort back….?"

"I have a transport waiting elsewhere. You have your orders, agent."

"Ma'am," he nodded, and closed the door as he watched from a window as she drove away. Then he looked back at Burn and the other agent currently with him watching the Possible house, and growled, "Call Dr. Director. We have definite motion, and if that wasn't an imposter, I don't know Dr. Director," he spat.

"I know she would never let you call her Betty," Burn nodded.

"Patch was on the wrong eye, too," the other agent agreed.

"Has to be Chameleon," Crash nodded as Burn Bernman switched on the communication device that hummed with life at once. "She slipped up this time, though."

"Report," Dr. Director's familiar scowl filled a digital panel, proving even she couldn't have been in two places at once.

"WEE is definitely moving, and Chameleon may be working with them," Crash told her and gave her the report.

"Sounds like they have another target in mind, and want to have us commit to one that is not on their radar," Dr. Director nodded. "Feign moving per your false orders, and then double the watch on the boys and their father, but especially the boys," she told him.

"The twins?"

"They're the most obvious target. Consider these men are likely to think they are helpless children, and more easily managed."

"Those two," Burn exclaimed, having already seen and heard about their antics of late.

"I doubt even Gemini realizes just how….gifted the Possible twins can be, Agent Bernman. You have your orders. All the same, ensure you have adequate coverage on all possible targets in case this is just a blind to confuse us."

"Yes, ma'am," she was told by Crash. "And Frequency 784-Beta is the tracking beacon I managed to slip on her. Hopefully, it stays active."

"I'll put a team on her at once. Neutralizing that pain in our backside would make things a lot easier just now," the head of Global Justice declared. "You stay focused on the Possibles. We cannot let Gemini get his hands on Kimberly or any of her family that might be used against her."

"Understood, ma'am. You can rely on us," he assured her.

"Good. This one could be critical, gentlemen, so don't slip up."

"You heard her. Let's fake some movement, and then have our people slip back into position, and keep an eye on everyone. Double alert, people. That crazy woman didn't risk slipping in here because she was playing games. Everyone watch one another's backs, and no one goes anywhere alone as of now. We can't take the chance of her pulling another ringer onus."

"I'll call in the teams now," Burn assured him as he opened local communications the moment he closed the channel with Dr. Director.

"This," Crash predicted, "Is about to get interesting."

No one argued.

To Be Continued…..