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
29
"Mom, I'm home," Kim shouted as she walked in the door, Shego close behind her.
Still snickering.
"Something funny," James asked from his usual chair, watching something on the television just then.
"Well, actually…."
"Would it happen to have something to do with the call we got from Mr. Anderson today?"
"I can explain, dad. You see….."
"Hey, Kim," Jim and Tim burst into the house just then. "Wow, even we took a whole week to set Barkin off the first time. You did it on the very first day. Way to go," they both grinned, and gave each other high-fives.
"I wasn't trying to set him off," Kim sputtered.
"He certainly tried to set you off," her father remarked. "Or did your principal not explain things adequately. A whole door?"
"Uh, well…. I, uh, didn't mean to slam it. I just…."
"He tweaked you," Tim declared, nodding.
Kim sighed, not wanting to admit that.
"He can tweak you," Jim nodded knowingly with a sly smirk.
Before anyone else could speak, Ann came out of the kitchen and eyed her family.
"Let's save it for after supper, boys. Kim, we'll talk about this later. For now, how was your first day beyond the obvious," she asked.
"Uh, pretty good if you don't count Mr. Barkin," she said with a faint smile. "I even met some pretty cool people."
"So, making friends already," James smiled as Ann went back into the kitchen.
"Homework, kids," Ann shouted back at them. "You should have plenty of time before supper is ready."
The boys rolled their eyes.
"You don't have homework," Kim asked.
"Nothing serious. We really should have skipped all the way to senior year, instead of being sophomores. It's so easy it's boring," Jim told her.
"What he said," Tim nodded.
"You boys also need a little socialization, too, so forget it," James told them. Then added, "Or that's what your mother said."
Shego sniggered at that one, too, and then eyed Kim as the boys went up to their room.
"So, you? Homework?"
"Just reading, and I read all of it already. I do want to finish reading my books, though, so I'll be ready for whatever else comes up," she said and pulled out her economics book.
"Right, well, as long as you're keeping up," James told her, nodding as she began to sift pages from where she had left off.
"I will never get used to you flipping pages like that," Shego grumbled. "I had to reread everything three times to get through it."
"As you said," Kim smiled at her, "We all have our own gifts. Maybe yours were just physical."
"Right," Shego grumbled as she wondered if the little loon even realized just how far above all the curves out there she really was just then. "So, want to tell me what really set you off," she asked as she eyed the redhead knowingly.
"He…. Well, he wouldn't listen. The more I tried to explain things he should have already known, the more he refused to listen. Then I had this flashback…."
"Oh?"
"He…. For a second, I was back in that stupid lab, and he reminded me of those stupid scientists who had already made up their minds, and wouldn't listen to a thing I said."
"And it tweaked you," Shego nodded knowingly as James glanced their way, but gave no other sign of listening.
"Yeah," she sighed. "But everyone else was pretty cool. Except for this one cheerleader I kind of upset," she sighed again. "The rest of the people were pretty friendly, though."
"And how did you upset the one?"
Kim blushed as she closed her book, having reached the end of it by then.
"Slipped up, did we?"
"Uh, maybe a little," she grimaced.
"Tell me," Shego asked. "I thought you were getting a pretty good handle on using your powers," Shego told her, the concern audible as she eyed the girl.
"Well, it was my fault. The coach saw I was running without much effort…."
Shego didn't comment to that.
"So she asked if I might want to join the Squad. You know, the cheerleaders?"
"And that upset the girl how?"
"She, ah, the coach, wanted to see if I could catch a girl as they do in their moves…. Oh, and I have to watch some footage of cheerleaders, too. Almost forgot that one," she reminded herself.
"And the girl?"
"Well, I tossed her into the air so I could catch her….."
"Oy," Shego groaned.
"Yeah. I really was trying to hold back, but I still tossed her all the way up to the ceiling, and then she freaked when I jumped up to catch her so she wouldn't get hurt," the redhead sighed.
"I'll bet," Shego grinned.
"It wasn't funny," Kim sputtered. "Well, not at the time," she sighed.
"And what did the coach say about it?"
"She….suggested I work on holding back more. Then she had me do some somersaults. You know, like those gymnasts I was watching. Seriously, it was easy. I had no trouble doing those," Kim grinned.
"How many?"
"Well, I didn't count, but, I only tumbled across the gym floor and back. It really was fun," she grinned.
"Only for you, I'll bet," Shego grinned now. "So, this coach still doesn't mind if you join?"
"Well, she thinks I should hone my control, but she was talking about using me once she figured out how. That was when she gave me the DVDs of cheerleading she wants me to study. Just to see how it's done," Kim told her and put her book away to pull out three cases with the school logo on them.
"So, other than upsetting some pampered girl, and getting tweaked by a caveman, how else did things go?"
"Uh, pretty good. I met some pretty friendly people. Oh, and this one really weird guy."
"Oh?"
"Seriously, he looked at me, and…."
"And?"
"He thought I was a zombie the boys brought back to life," she said with a snigger. "Seriously, he was so….weird."
"A zombie, huh," Shego grinned. "Well, that could explain you, but I thought zombies were supposed to be brainless, slow, and….."
"Shego," Kim sputtered when the woman paused and hummed thoughtfully.
"No giving the boys ideas," James told them without looking away from his paper.
"I'm going to watch these tapes," Kim huffed and glared at her for a moment.
"You do that. After supper, once we get your lecture out of the way, we'll also work on you holding back the muscles a bit more," Shego told her.
"Oh, yeah. That's a good idea," she agreed.
"I do have a few now and then."
Kim sniggered at her as she switched on the television and DVD player.
"Watch it, Kimmie. We're still sorting pink undies around here, so….. Hmmm, maybe that zombie theory is close," she suggested.
"I'm not a zombie," Kim pouted as she dropped onto the floor in front of the television as the lettering declared a date and game on the screen before it focused on a spot on the field as nine girls tumbled out onto the field from the sideline, and began to go into their routine as eleven girls on the far side did the same for their team's fans.
"They're actually pretty good," Kim murmured.
"Meh," Shego muttered, never having been that great a sports fan or a fan of cheerleaders.
"There, that's Bonnie. The girl that got mad at me," she pointed at the girl onscreen as she jumped up to the top of their pyramid, and preened while the other girl's kept their own pace, rhythm, and cheering in perfect sync.
"Hmm," Shego murmured, watching the brunette now, and noting Kim was studying the screen with her usual intensity as the film's focus was on the squad of cheerleaders, and only them as they went from game to game, and used certain routines even she began to spot as the clips began to play out before her eyes.
"So, thinking of being a cheerleader," James finally asked her as Kim changed the first disc for the second.
"Well, the coach seems to think I can….do something?"
Shego only grinned.
"Launch her girls into orbit," she suggested.
"Shego," Kim huffed, and then looked up as the second disc began to play.
~KP~
"We've got a strong lock. Chameleon is inside," the GJ agent told his team as they moved up the block, and surrounded a certain house known to house felons for a halfway house service.
"Move," the lead agent sent out by their team leader shouted, gesturing for the team to surround the house. "Freeze! No one move," he shouted in the same breath as he came in behind his men, aiming his weapon at the men in the living area.
The mix of men in civilian clothing and red jumpsuits just stared.
"Hey, we're legit," the big man with the television remote declared. "Why are you guys busting our chops now?"
"Legit," another agent in a blue jumpsuit uniform spat. "Then why are over half of you still in Henchco colors? And why did a tracking beacon on a Most Wanted lead us right to you?"
"Ah, man, Jack is screwing with us again for bailing," another man in red moaned.
"Look, Agent," the man with the remote said, handing it over to someone else, who shrugged and switched from the hockey game to a cooking show. "A lot of us barely got out with our lives, depending on who we subcontracted to out there. That means we can't always afford civvies. Even Smarty-Mart is kind of expensive for us these days," he told him. "As to your track? You ever think someone duped you? I've seen that crap go down lots of times out there."
"Fyne," the lead agent shouted. "Zero in," he demanded.
"Already on it," a man going down the hall of the halfway house shouted back. "She's got to be back here!"
"She," the Hench asked as he frowned in earnest now.
"We tracked Chameleon here," the lead agent admitted. "You're saying you didn't know?"
"Camille? That psychotic bitch is here," another man gasped and leaped to his feet. "Crap, I've still got a death mark on my head from Jack. If she's here….!"
"I said freeze," the agent shouted as two men jumped to intercept him.
"You serious? That loon is here," the other Hench asked as the only man left on the couch just focused on the cooking show.
"Fyne," the lead agent asked as the man came back holding up a hand.
"She was here," he said and held out the hand with a familiar tracking beacon in his palm.
"Everyone get lined up on the wall. Get our bio-metric scanner in here now, Fyne. If anyone tries to move, drop them," he barked.
"Ah, man, I wanted to see this episode," the man on the couch complained.
"That's Hans," the big Hench sighed as the agents looked at the man as if he were touched. "He likes to cook, and is hoping to get into a chef's school or something."
"Right," the lead agent murmured. "Wall," he barked at the man, who only groaned again. "Check him first," he demanded as Fyne came back with a small box that looked like an oversized cellphone.
The device blinked green with a small chirping sound, and the man smiled as he asked, "Does that mean I can finish my show? This is a new recipe," the man enthused.
The agent groaned now, and the bigger Hench just remarked, "Now you know how we feel."
To Be Continued…..