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
33
"Kim, look out," Ron shouted while fighting off four more monkeys trying to surround him.
Kim jumped, somersaulted through the air, and landed on top one of the daises as she managed to evade the flying sais thrown at her back as Monkey Fist ran at her, trying to keep up a steady attack to distract her for his simian minions to exploit.
Only nothing seemed to reach her now. If they threw their deadly stars at her, she now somehow melted them with a haze of shimmering green air before they touched her, and if they closed on her, she seemed to hammer the monkeys with potentially near lethal force from the impacts they made hitting anything around them.
Overhead, the ceiling still rumbled, and great chunks were starting to crack as something began to tilt as that broken support beam now leaned dangerously to one side.
"Ron, I'll hold off this loon," she shouted, and swung another borrowed decorative post to sweep the charging monkeys back again. "Go warn everyone to get out before they get hurt."
"But shouldn't I….."
"Go," she shouted, and flung another faux column at Fist when he started to pull out what looked like grenades now.
He howled as he just ducked the massive pillar, dropped the explosive balls, and scrambled away even as the small, smoldering orbs exploded near one of the other main support columns, and now the roof began to fall down in great chunks as Ron howled, and managed to race through the falling rubble without stopping to reach the exit from that hall.
"Going," he shouted, and kept running as he left Kim behind.
"Ha," Monkey Fist laughed as he tumbled, rolled and ducked the falling debris until he landed on the far side of the room where the wall had been cracked, and looked back to see several large pieces of the ceiling and roof had buried the bizarre redhead under its collapse.
He smiled, and laughed, declaring, "Now, I just need eliminate the pretender, and Mystical Monkey Power will be mine…..alone….."
He gaped as the glowing fist smashed up through the rubble, and then the girl stood upright, having flung back the rest of the debris to rise like a vengeful demon as her green eyes locked on him.
"Ugly," she growled. "You just ruined a very nice day, and a very nice museum," she said, lifting her glowing fists as she eyed him. "You are going down," she said, and stomped toward him.
Monkey Fist eyed the charging redhead with glowing fists who had just surviving a large part of the roof falling on her, and did the only thing he could just then.
"Monkey ninjas….. Retreat," he screamed, and used his own fledgling power to smash through the already cracked wall to run away before that redheaded demon could reach him.
Kim started to run after him when she heard someone shout her name, and she looked back to see more of the museum starting to crack and rumble under the stress as GJ agents stared helplessly up at the ceiling about to fall on them.
"Kimmie," Shego shouted again, standing right under the part of the wall where the first support column was about finally fall. "Get out of there!"
Kim stared at her friend, knew there wasn't time to warn her, and did the only thing she could think to do.
She jumped over toward her friend, her body stretching out impossibly as her suddenly huge hands caught the leaning column in one hand, and wedged it under the cracking roof over the GJ agents to spare them even while she grabbed Shego in her other hand, holding her close as she turned her back to the still decaying ceiling to push it back as she rose up higher and higher as she continued to grow until she towered over the damaged museum.
"Oh, man," Kim said, looking down on the shattered ceiling around her, and seeing more agents speeding their way as the students and patrons who had already evacuated looked up at her as cameras and cell phones flashed. "I am never going to be able to live this down," she told Shego who she held up in one hand now.
Shego just stared at her, mouth hanging open, and had absolutely nothing to say.
"You okay," she asked.
Shego just gaped.
Kim sighed, then carefully stepped out of the museum before she began to shrink. She set Shego down to one side before she reached normal height, and looked up at the woman again as she said, "Any chance we can pretend this didn't happen," she asked sheepishly.
"Possible," an agent Shego knew shouted as the dark-skinned Crash Cranston ran toward them. "Good God, woman, what was that? What happened here?"
"Uh…. I can explain. I think."
"Was it Gemini," the lead agent asked grimly.
"Uhm, no. It was….uh, monkeys."
"Monkeys," Shego shrieked just then, finally coming to life. "What in the hell do a bunch of tree-beasts have to do with…..with that," she demanded as she gestured at the shattered wing of the museum.
She heard a whining sound, and turned and saw a familiar GJ VTOL flying down toward them, and could guess who was on it.
"It really was monkeys. Where's Ron? He can tell you," she told Shego as she tried to ignore the agents rushing to surround her.
"Just tell me. Did you know you could…..could…..do that," Shego demanded as she flung a hand at the museum.
"Well, I, uhm, kind of guessed," she said sheepishly.
"Guessed," Shego sputtered as the gaping Steve Barkin was just looking across the street at her as he and Mrs. Weems just focused on getting the students lined up, and on the bus. It was, after all, more than obvious that the field trip was over.
"Well, I already knew I could kind of….shrink. I kind of guessed if I could do that, then I could probably use the same power to…..grow bigger. It was the first time I tried, though," she said, shrugging. "Who knew?"
"Who knew? Who knew? You were fifty freaking feet tall, Princess," she shouted, throwing up a hand. "I think everyone knows now!"
Kim sighed, and cringed now, looking away.
"Are you….mad at me," she asked as she saw Dr. Director all but marching off the jet to stalk toward her.
"Mad? Mad?" She stepped closer, and flung her arms around her, and just held on. "You saved my life, loon. I'm very not mad. Just….don't let anyone know you can do that very often. Get it," she whispered as Dr. Director closed on them.
"Right. Play it down," she said quietly.
"Very much," Shego advised. "But we need to have a talk about your….guesses about that power, Kimmie. I don't like these kinds of surprises," she grumbled.
"I can explain," Kim turned to face the head of Global Justice as she arrived, "But we need to get Ron, too. Ron Stoppable," she pointed at the bus where the students were being herded onto the vehicle by then. "He can back me up."
"Is that right," Will Du asked blandly as he eyed her as if she were somehow an annoyance to him.
"Was this Gemini," Dr. Director asked her bluntly.
"Uh, it was actually monkeys."
"Monkeys," the one-eyed woman blinked as Shego sniggered.
"That's what I said," Shego grinned now, having regained her own composure. "I'm still waiting for the explanation myself," she said as more agents came out of the museum, and just stared her way.
One of them looked at her, and said, "Thanks, Possible, you really saved our butts in there."
"Uh, did anyone see the hairy guy with a bunch of ninja monkeys?"
"Ninja….monkeys," Crash echoed as he eyed Kim, and looked around as if wondering if he were hearing things.
"I swear. This guy had ninja monkeys, and….. Well, Ron and I were fighting him, but he was like…. I'm not making this up," she complained as she saw the agents all sharing the same look.
"Let's find this Stoppable guy, and debrief away from the press," Shego advised as more than a few panel trucks with telling logos began arriving.
"My jet, Possible. Now. Try not to damage it," she pointed. "Du, find this Ronald and bring him in. We'll debrief back at HQ. Shego, you'll want to come along. It seems we underestimated certain interest, because this isn't the only attack today."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, Hencho seemed to have a lot of men not affiliated with WEE attacking both your parents today," Betty told Kim. "Don't worry, they're both fine."
"And my brothers," she asked.
"No one was seen around the high school," Crash told her. "But are you seriously telling me a ninja monkey was responsible for…..all of that," he gestured at the museum where a balding man was now standing outside, and looking at the building as if about to weep.
"Well…."
"Don't say anything else. Agent Cranston, get back on post, and make sure we haven't let anyone else slip past us. I'll see someone gets out to the airport to recheck recent passengers, since all these…..guests obviously didn't drive into town," Dr. Director told him.
"I thought you had someone out there?"
"A two-man team which even I felt sufficient. They haven't reported lately," she told him. "I think we need more help. Go."
"Right. I'll regroup, and make sure everyone remains in place, and ready in case they try to launch another attack while thinking us distracted."
"Excellent. Go," she said, and eyed Kim. "Well?"
"This really wasn't my fault," she said quietly.
"I should hope not," Dr. Director stated dryly even as Burn led another group of agents up the drive just then only to stop and gape like everyone else.
~KP~
Dr. Ann Possible heard the chaos not far off even as she leaned over her patient, the laser scalpel calibrated, and set as she eyed the x-rays displayed to one side of her operating table.
"Dr. Rollins," she asked. "Were we expecting interns?"
"Not for this one, Ann," the pudgy man told her. "The family is more concerned with saving the poor guy than putting on a demonstration."
"Which I would try to do anyway," the redhead assured him. "But it sure is noisy out there," she commented even as she began the initial incision for her craniotomy.
"Nance," the assisting surgeon nodded at the nurse. "See what is going on, would you, dear?"
The woman walked over to the double doors, and frowned.
"It looks like a bunch of men in red fighting men in blue," she said after a moment. "Were there theatrics scheduled today?"
"Red? What do you mean, Nance," Ann asked, still focused on the incision she was carefully cutting into the man's skull before her.
"Like playsuits," the blonde nurse told her. Head to toe," she told her. "Even masks."
"Oh, dear. Those sound like some of those people that may be after my daughter," she declared. "I can only imagine why they're here, but it's likely just for trouble. Better lock the doors, and secure the theater," Ann told the nurse.
"Locking down the room," the room she assured the redheaded surgeon, and locked the doors before she pulled a metal gate down, and locked it, too. "Should I engage quarantine procedures?"
"Not yet, but you might want to if they get this far. Hopefully, those gentlemen in blue are our defenders, and will get rid of them. Meanwhile, Robbie…. We definitely have a bleeder. Look at that flow now that the pressure has a release," she exclaimed. "Ready to fix this guy up," she smiled, still focused as most of the staff kept looking back and forth from the patient to the door as the sounds of fighting grew louder.
"How do you focus in this din," Rob Rollins asked, genuinely impressed.
"This," Ann smiled, looking up only then as she reached for a traditional probe. "Honestly, Robbie, this is nothing. You should have been there the time I was operating on this admiral during a naval battle in the Pacific. Now that was noisy!"
Robert stared at his star neurosurgeon, and wondered if he really knew her. Sure, she had a lot of classified background files on her record, and was pretty well favored by a lot of people in power, but he had not realized why.
"I think I would pass on that one," Robert assured her.
Ann only smiled, and went to work on the swelling brain.
"It was a challenge, and you know how we Possibles love a challenge," she beamed.
No one replied to that one.
~KP~
"I knew those two were trouble," Steve said as the bus headed back to the high school without Kim or Ron. "I knew it. And putting them together? Only more trouble."
"It was hardly their fault, Steven," Mrs. Weems told him as the older woman just sat there, still stunned at seeing a fifty foot tall Kimberly step out of a shattered museum as she had.
When Ron had run down the halls screaming like a madman and pulling every fire alarm he found, she had thought there was something wrong. Or a prank was happening. Only they had barely gotten out of the museum before half of one wing literally collapsed, and then Kim Possible had grown up out of it like a giant.
"Trouble," Steve growled with a curt nod. "I should have known better to send her after him. "Well, never say Steve Barkin cannot learn his lesson. I'll be watching both of them now. I'll be watching them very, very close," he growled.
Mrs. Weems only sighed.
To Be Continued…..