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
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Kim swore as the massive, stone slab fell down across her, and she smashed up through it, and glared at the man in the combat simulator's control booth.
"…..And then he actually got upset because I wouldn't drink some silly drink with umbrellas in it," she went on as Shego leaned against a far wall, watching her go through the latest exercise despite being distracted by her apparent indignation over the date the night before.
"Didn't like the dancing, huh," she asked, not saying she had seen her standing there staring incredulously as Junior twisted and writhed like a manic slinky gone mad.
"I didn't get that music," she said as she now pulled her punches to manage a martial contest with several charging synthodrones that Global Justice employed for combat assessments. She had already learned if you hit too hard either the sensors logged a kill, or the drones burst, and coated you in very nasty goo. Not something she cared about at the best of times.
"I thought you liked music," Shego smiled knowingly at her.
"I do. But that disco stuff was just….weird. It didn't sound like rock music you have, or that Classical sound mom likes. It just…grated."
"Surely that wasn't what set you off, though," Shego asked, knowing just how to question Kim since she had gotten to know her pretty well of late.
"No. After the club finally closed, Junior declared his father wanted to meet me. So, of course, rather than be there, Junior had to fly me all the way to some silly island fortress out in the Atlantic to see the old man."
"So, he teed you off?"
"You weren't there," Kim muttered, and finished the last synthrodrone by punching through its head, which said a lot about her state of mind just then.
"No. I came later to bring you home. After you had leveled the old man's villa, and ran everyone off. So, what did he do? Insult you? Threaten someone," she asked blandly. "What was it this time?"
"Well, I have to explain it in order," the redhead scowled as the man just gave her a thumb's up, and she just walked over to the side to stand with Shego as men came out to clear the residual debris after the holograms shut down.
"Tell me," Shego nodded, actually helping Betty debrief her because at the time Kim had been angry to make sense when first questioned.
"Well, it started when we got to the island. The old man was standing there smirking, and demanding I do whatever he told me."
"You're kidding? Just like that," Shego exclaimed.
"Yeah," Kim said, rolling her eyes. "Turns out after I, ah, questioned him a little," she said, "That he admitted he had put some kind of subliminal control thing on Junior that was supposed to make me fall in love or something with him. Which kind of explains why all those girls kept following him around last night."
"Only you didn't swoon," Shego asked with the faintest of smirks.
"Uh, well, no. The old man seemed to think I was going to be so infatuated I'd follow Junior, and him, and do anything they wanted. Only it turns out I don't really care for…..you know, guys, so whatever that thing was it didn't do much but irritate me," Kim muttered.
"Which was why you lost it?"
"Shego," Kim pouted. "I did not lose it," she huffed.
"You turned into a giant, stomped his villa flat, and tried to stomp him and Junior flat."
"I said I was irked," Kim muttered sourly now. "So that's not entirely my fault."
"Hey, I believe you. Now you just have to make Bets believe it. I think putting those guys in traction didn't help your case, though."
"They were trying to make me be bad. Then they tried to atack me when I wouldn't cooperate," she complained. "She'd rather I got turned into a bad girl," Kim protested.
"I'll explain it to her. I know how to talk to Bets. It takes a certain…."
"Skill," Kim asked.
"Attitude," Shego grinned at the indignant redhead.
"Oh. Well, anyway, that's when you showed up, and took me home," Kim concluded.
"Blasting Free Bird all the way home," Shego grinned, affecting clearing one ear with a finger.
"I needed something to get that disco out of my head," Kim muttered.
"I don't blame you, Princess," Shego grinned. "I don't blame you. So, not a fan of the boys, huh? Are you saying….?"
"I think I favor girls. Especially one in particular," Kim smiled at her.
"Uhm, really," Shego asked, caught by surprise, and barely able to maintain a blank face.
"Yes," the redhead beamed, and kissed her cheek. "Maybe it was all those jerks at those labs, and I can't help but think of them when a guy...looks at me. Anyway, I really hope we can explore that soon. Maybe, have a real date, or something," Kim smiled at her with a faint blush as she spoke those daring words.
Shego swallowed hard, and tried very hard not to react.
"That….might be fun," she finally allowed. "Meanwhile, how about you finish your workout, and then sign out. I'll go explain your debriefing to Bets before we head out," she suggeted, knowing Betty had not gotten that much out of Kim when they brought her back in after that defintely failed date.
"Right. Okay," she told the agent in the control booth. "Load that new program I want to test," Kim grinned as she walked out to the center of the combat simulator.
Even Shego gaped when the hologram shimmered to life, and she realized Kim was now surrounded by cheerleaders.
Shego decided to leave before she started cracking up.
~KP~
Jim and Tim were waiting for them when they pulled in that afternoon, and wore matching grins.
"What did you do now," Shego asked knowingly.
"Hey," Jim sputtered.
"We're not that bad," Tim added.
"Right," Shego remarked, having heard of some of their mishaps even before she and Kim had shown up to inspire them, as they put it. "Your teacher ever get his car out of orbit?"
"Uh, no recent shuttle flights," Jim smiled blandly.
"They're supposed to try bringing it down next month when they launch a new mission to the space station," Tim grinned.
"Hey, we offered to help," Jim protested.
"I'll bet you did," Shego grinned as Kim only grinned.
"So," the redhead asked. "What has you two standing out here waiting to pounce like you were?"
"We wanted to officially unveil our newest project," they said as one. "Since you got your license this week, dad said we could officially hand over the key," Jim went on as he grinned at Kim, holding out an electronic key.
"To your own personal transport," Tim concluded as he pressed a remote he held, and raised the garage door.
With their parents' cars out in the drive, the only thing inside was her father's old Roth Coupe that was now gleaming like new, and painted a dark purple with silver trim.
"Ta-dah," they both gestured. "A newly minted Roth, 2.0," they grinned. "Fully upgraded, of course," they beamed.
"Really," Kim asked. "It's mine?"
"Dad said so," Jim nodded.
"Just give the paperwork time to arrive. He just signed the title over, but the updated registration won't be here for a while."
"Why so long?"
"Well, first we had to have someone confirm the old recall issues weren't a problem any longer," Tim grinned.
"Recall," Shego scowled. "How old is this thing? I don't think I've even heard of a Roth."
"They only made like a thousand of them. This is probably one of the last two in existence," Tim told them.
"The other one is in a museum," Jim nodded.
"And you're letting her drive that," Shego sputtered.
"Hey, no big," Jim scowled now. "We completely refit it."
"Plus, it has everything your car does, but even more. This baby could even go suborbital if you pushed her," Tim grinned proudly.
"Suborbital," Kim smiled.
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, and no. Don't even think it," Shego growled at the redhead who was getting a little bolder than necessary at times of late.
"It'd be fun," Kim smiled at her.
"Forget it," Shego snapped. "Besides, you seem to have forgotten you still have a leash just now."
"Leash," Kim quipped, looking at her hard now.
"You know what I mean. Bets," she said, glancing at the boys, "Says those boys in D.C. may be looking all the harder your way after you single-handedly took out WEE."
"Hey, she had help," the twins complained.
"And Bets knows it. She just doesn't think the Pentagon needs to know it. Capiche," she demanded.
"Oh, yeah. They get cranky when we launch things. You know, without warning," Tim nodded.
"I'll bet. So, for now we need our feet, and our cars on the ground, and not drawing their notice. Okay, Princess," Shego demanded.
"Fine. I can drive to school Monday, though. Right," she grinned.
"Fine. But I'm still watching you, and you cannot turn off your locator beacon. Ever," she snapped.
"Fine," she snapped again. "Oh, and I need to study more on those cheerleading moves. I have an idea now, and I want to get it down by Monday so maybe the coach won't think I can't help the squad."
"Right," Shego sighed.
"A shame we can't watch," the boys grinned. "It is bound to be….fun," they said with a pair of matching grins.
"I hope so," Kim smiled, not seeing Shego's less than accepting expression as she only shook her head.
~KP~
He turned from the humanoid figure on the table, bracketed by two others, and smiled. He had just finished with the adjustments to the chest plate he had perfected, and now all he had to do was switch on his third, and likely most powerful Bebe-Bot.
"Finally," he told the other two staring robots. "Your sister is finally ready to be activated, and then we shall begin my greatest triumph of all time."
"Which triumph is that, Dr. Drakken," they asked as one.
"The taming of Kim Possible," he smiled coldly, and lifted a fist before him, "And the ultimate subjugation of the world," he added, stabbing a finger at the sky.
"Query, how does taming one individual allow the subjugation of the planet," the first Bebe asked as her twin only stared.
"Because, my mechanical minions, she has unbelievable cosmic powers that have yet to be fully tapped, or exploited. With her in my grasp, I can conquer anyone before me, and make the entire planet bow at my feet," he said, laughing manically.
"Taming of Kim Possible is a new priority," the third Bebe said as she sat up just then, eyes glowing as she communicated with her sisters.
"Affirmative. Once Kim Possible is neutralized, the world shall bow to Bebe," the second Bebe declared.
"Bebes are perfect," all three declared as one. "Bebes should rule."
"Wait. What are you saying?"
The third Bebe stood up now, and all three moved to stand together as they eyed him.
"You are not perfect. You are not fit to rule. Logic indicates you should serve with the rest of the subjects fated to bow before Bebes' perfection."
There was a faint whining hum, and then all three vanished, leaving him standing in his lab alone.
He frowned, staring around him as his blue visage darkened, and his fists clenched in rage.
"Women," Dr. Drakken howled at the empty lab. "You can't trust women! Not even mechanical ones!"
To Be Continued…..