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
43
"Okay, I studied all the footage, and I practiced something I want to try," Kim told Coach Henshaw when she came into the locker room Monday afternoon.
"That's good to hear. That you studied. How about you explain before we test your idea," Myra Henshaw smiled, still having a lot of flak land on her after Bonnie Rockwaller complained to anyone that would listen to her about the new girl she now regarded with far more reservation than before.
It didn't help that Bonnie's father was on the school board, or that Kimberly was the girl who had apparently helped destroy part of Middleton's museum the week before while on a field trip.
"Well, I thought since I'm so strong, we could do a kind of inverted pyramid, and it wouldn't put any strain on anyone since it would be all leverage and balance. I could be the base, the girls could jump on me, get their positions, and each one could hold the other in place. What do you think," Kim asked with a smile.
"Oh. Well," Myra sighed as she glanced over, seeing a certain brunette sneer as she passed them on her way to change.
"Coach Henshaw," Kim asked. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry, Kimberly," the woman told her. "I've been asked to bench you until we can be certain you're' not a….threat to the other students."
"A….threat," Kim frowned. "Coach, I would never hurt…."
"I'm sorry, Kimberly," the woman sighed, shaking her head. "It's out of my hands. The decision was already made, and I can't do anything about it."
"Oh. Oh, so…. I should….do what," she asked.
"Change your schedule. I'm sorry, Kimberly, but I'm not even allowed to let you participate in class at all."
Kim stared open-mouthed now, and she turned at the sound of a mocking laugh to see Bonnie in her P.E. uniform sneering at her.
"What's wrong, freak? Just now figure out you have no place here with normal people," the brunette sneered.
"That's enough, Rockwaller. Oh, and you're benched."
"What," the brunette squealed. "You can't…."
Myra Henshaw cut her off, and snapped, "Actually, I can. You're not a team player, and you've done more to undermine this squad this year that all our rivals. You're benched. Join the rest of the class."
Kim just stared at the brunette frowning in confusion.
"I….don't understand. I didn't hurt her. Why would she….?"
"Some people are petty, Kimberly," Myra told her. "I'm sorry, but until you can convince the school board that you aren't a threat to anyone, you're restricted to academic classes only."
Kim dropped the disks she had been holding the coach had given her earlier on her desk and just turned to go. She didn't go to classes or the office. She just walked out of the school, ignoring the security guard, and climbed into her car. She stared blankly as two guards walked over to eye her as she sat in the old Roth, and one said something but she didn't hear anything just then.
She gave a shuddering sniff, and hit the ignition, and listened to the rumbling of the powerful engine the boys had built to power her car. Then she pulled the gearshift all the way back and thumbed a button on the dash.
The guards gaped as the car shot straight up off the ground and kept going.
~KP~
Shego frowned as she heard the phone, but knew no one was in the house but her.
Since she couldn't imagine anyone calling her except on her private cell, she wasn't sure if she should answer or not. She frowned, and then deciding not to take a chance, she lifted the receiver, and asked hesitantly, "Hello? Possible residence."
"Thank goodness," Wade's distinctive voice sounded. "Shego, we need help."
"What happened? Is Kim in trouble?"
"We don't know. She left school, but her beacons are offline, and she won't answer our comm hails. She went dark, and we don't where, or why."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I just got a report she abruptly left school at the start of her gym class, and the security guards reported she got into her car, sat silently for a moment, and then went straight up. Literally, straight up. We haven't been able to track her or find her anywhere since. Nor is she answering any calls," Wade told her. "I was hoping you had a clue."
"Damn," Shego frowned. "I can guess. Someone upset her is my guess. Gym class? Has to be Bonnie Rockwaller. She's apparently decided Kim has no place in her school."
"This is why I loathe public schools," Wade grumbled. "They're so undisciplined."
"Yeah. Welcome to reality, Nerd-boy. Okay, I'm going to question the usual suspects, and that may give me an idea of how upset she may be."
"We already know she left. How does knowing….?"
"Look, kid. I know Kim. I have gotten a feel for her. She may be a lot more confident these days, but at heart, she's still a scared little kid locked in a cell. The more upset she was, the more she's likely to react poorly. Get it? Let's find out how upset, and figure out what she might do from there. Meanwhile, find the Possible twins. They may be able to help with tracking her car at the least. I'm heading for the school now, so we'll confab while I'm there, too," Shego told him, and hung up.
Shego stared at the phone and lifted her cell.
Damn, no charge. She must have forgotten to plug it in. If Kim had tried to call, and she didn't answer….?
"Not good," Shego frowned and headed for her car.
~KP~
Kim stared down at the curvature of the planet.
Her dash was blinking now, showing power levels, atmosphere, and available air under her current situation. If she was reading the dash right, she could float up here for over a day, and not have to worry about coming down.
She sighed and looked down at the planet.
She eyed her Kimmunicator but didn't think of Wade. She was just curious as to why Shego didn't answer.
Although what she could do to help just then was beyond her. What would she do? Shoot someone? Beat them up? That wouldn't exactly make anyone think she wasn't a threat. Ironically enough, Ron was the only other one in the museum when that weird man attacked them. He was the only one that could really clear her. Only he was gone. Disappeared himself.
Part of her felt she was always being abandoned.
How long, a cynical side of herself asked, before her parents disappeared again? Or her brothers? Or everyone else just wanted her gone?
She sighed, and stared out at the stars beyond the planet, and then saw something that was drifting nearby. She eyed the vaguely familiar silhouette and began to smile.
~KP~
Shego glared at the brunette who sat there with a bland sneer she would love to slap off her face. She shook her head, and then opened a file she had been given, and studied it as the girl sat across the table trying to act unaffected, and beyond it all.
"Right," Shego nodded. "Rockwaller. I have you now."
"Do you," Bonnie sniffed. "I doubt that. Honestly, I don't know what this is about, but…."
"What this is about," Shego asked. "How about reckless endangerment. Harassment. Slander. Oh, and being a bitch in general," Shego pointed out as the teacher behind her only groaned.
"Zip it," Shego said without looking back at the man. "This is an official inquiry," she said and put down the badge she now carried as Kim's official minder for Global Justice. "So, let's get this straight. In ten words or less, how did Kim Possible hurt you? Precisely."
"Are you kidding," Bonnie squeaked. "She's a monster. A freak. A danger to…."
Shego slapped her hand down on the table.
"No pandering, little girl," Shego growled. "Answer the question. Ten words or less. How were you hurt?"
"I….. Well, she almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Really? Is that even a real thing? What are you, sixteen….?"
"Seventeen!"
"Apparently good health, so I doubt a little scare would endanger your cardiac health. Bear in mind, this is a federal investigation."
"Why does it matter if that freak bailed? She's…."
"A top secret, never to be disclosed, national security issue. You running her off like a petty little snob isn't going to look good on your permanent record. And, yes, Bon-Bon, that's a real thing. This could ruin you. Cut off certain vocations. Probably even impact your personal chances at….anything."
"What," the girl squeaked.
"Yep. So, again. How, exactly, did she hurt you?"
"Well….she threw me into the air, and almost flattened me against the ceiling!"
"Almost? I understand from all previous testimony, and Kimberly's own words, that it was an accident. She also caught you before you hit the ground, so…no injury. Correct?"
Bonnie just stared.
"Correct," Shego demanded.
"Y-Yes," she muttered.
"So, other than a….slight scare, did she threaten you, or attack you in any manner?"
"She…. She destroyed the Middleton Museum! She could have crushed us to death!"
"Could she? Yet I have reports of federal agents claiming she saved lives, mine included while fighting off a madman that might have destroyed the entire museum, and truly threatened you. Still, for the sake of clarity, how close were you to the damage?"
"Uhm, well…."
"Yes?"
"I didn't go on the field trip," she muttered.
"Ah. So, that brings us to your slander and harassment. I've met your kind before now, girl. You know what happens to your kind after you graduate. If you manage?"
"Wh-What," Bonnie asked anxiously now.
"Most of you end up waiting on clowns in seedy diners. Or walking streets, hoping you make enough to keep your pimp from beating you black and blue."
"I'm not that bad," Bonnie squealed now. "I'm a Rockwaller! I have connections! I have…."
"Wrong," Shego snapped, slapping her hand down again. "Your father has connections. Connections you badgered him into using to vindicate your little spite-fest. Now, I wonder how daddy is going to feel when he realizes he jumped the gun, persecuted an innocent girl just trying to do her best, all so his little girl could play queen bee for a moment?"
"I…. I was….scared," Bonnie stammered.
"Scared. And that justified hurting another student? Having her blacklisted from a class just because you don't like sharing the limelight. The real world is going to eat you alive, little girl. You won't even be a snack to the real predators out there. Now, if I were you, I'd call daddy up, advise him you overstepped, and back off Possible. Got it," Shego demanded.
"G-Got it," Bonnie said, cringing from the woman's ire.
"Good. Remember this moment. Or next time we meet? I won't be so….nice," Shego smiled so coldly that the brunette cringed even with a table between them.
Bonnie didn't say a word as Shego stood up, walked out, and slammed the door behind her.
"Where are the boys," she asked when the teacher came out behind her a moment later.
"Probably in detention by now," the short, pudgy man admitted.
"Of course," Shego sighed. "Which is where?"
There was a loud howl following a faint crash, and muted explosion and Shego almost smiled.
"I think I know," she said and headed down that hall as she spotted Steve Barkin staggering out of the room, waving a hand as thick, gray smoke billowed around him.
"Not our fault," Jim and Tim Possible declared as they came out, grinning even as they protested.
"No," Shego asked as Steve just glared at her now, belatedly recognizing her.
"Hey, he's the one that smashed the control interface of our portable air scrubber before we could shut it down properly," Tim pointed out. "So, what's up?"
"You haven't heard? Kim bailed, and no one can find her. I was hoped you two had a clue now that I've hopefully diffused the mean queen who set her off."
"ANI," the twins told her as Steve still coughed and choked, his expression promising dire consequences.
"Yeah?"
"Well, yeah, we installed an extension of her AI into the Roth's systems, so one will always know where the other is at any given time."
"Wish I knew that sooner. C'mon, you can tell me how to figure it out, because I'm worried. She's been gone almost two hours, and even Wade can't find her."
Even as they came out of the school, shoving past the front doors as all three ignored Steve Barkin shouting behind them now as they froze, and Jim declared, "Found her."
To Be Continued….