I do not own any characters named herein from Disney, and am only using them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Possibly Strange
By LJ59
2
Kim faced the genuinely green-skinned woman, and evaluated her with a practiced eye.
Strong. Voluptuous. Obviously toned. She was the kind of woman that really cranked her engine, because it was a little-known fact that Kim Possible, GJ agent, and world-renowned role model, favored women. Always had. Likely always would.
Too bad this gorgeous specimen had to be someone that was so obviously bad. As in evil.
"I was hoping you'd say that, Princess," the woman quipped when Kim taunted her even as she studied her.
"Princess," Kim echoed, smirking. "Is that the best you can do, Emmie?"
"Emmie," the woman frowned, pausing as she looked at the little redhead that daringly confronted her.
"Emerald? It seems to fit."
Shego growled, and lunged.
Kim weaved, spun on one foot, and drove a hard elbow into the woman's side, almost planting her face in the nearby wall.
Shego caught herself, gaping that she of all people had just been caught off-guard by a Norm.
Her!
"You're going to pay for that one," Shego growled, and spun around, launching a deadly combination as her feet and hands now flashed.
To her genuine shock, Kim blocked, or dodged every strike, even managing to deflect her usually potent nerve strikes.
Shego pulled back, eyeing the woman, and glared.
"You're no Norm," she accused.
"Would it help if I said I really do want to talk, Shego? Although, I do like the sparring," she grinned. "It's almost as good as sex."
"Almost….."
Shego sputtered, and stared at the little redhead.
"Who the hell are you," she demanded.
Kim obviously kept up her guard, Shego could tell, but she used her left hand to reach into a pocket, and pulled out a badge.
"Kim Possible. GJ. And we really do need to talk."
"Global Justice," Shego sneered. "Let me guess. The Harpy sent you after me?"
"You have to mean Betty."
"What are you? One of her insane experiments? Some kind of super-agent she built?"
"I'm just me," Kim told her. "And I really do want to talk. So, truce," Kim asked, holding up both hands after putting her badge away.
"Why," Shego asked suspiciously, still not letting her own guard down.
Kim lowered her hands, and tellingly, her guard.
"A week ago, I'd say because you were wanted for murder. Or rather, suspicion of murder. I've been listening to the usual dregs this week, though. They talk about you a lot. You may be…..different, but you're not known to kill anyone. Not recently. Which means someone is either framing you, or you're hunting the real killer. Now, after Betty told me that bedtime story about your family…"
Shego hissed.
"I started thinking. What if, I asked myself, you're not the killer, but after the freak that made you…..you? Am I warm?"
"Too damn warm," Shego spat. "There are those in our community that would want you dead just for guessing that much."
"So, there are others…..like you…..out there?"
Shego grumbled.
She was rattled if she was slipping up like that.
"Just what are you really after, Possible," she spat. "What are you really after?"
"Justice," Kim told her. "Just that. I don't care about the methods. Or the usual lines people draw. I'm interested in real justice. I think that's what you're looking for, too," she added.
"Don't kid yourself. You know nothing about me."
"Don't I? Six years ago, I was a cheerleader in my Freshman year. My biggest worry was getting the routine down before the next game."
Shego twirled a finger, expressing her indifference.
"In the middle of a game, two rival gangs chose to have a shootout at our school. My best friend was gunned down in front of me just because he tried to stop some of them. He was an idiot like that," she said quietly, if someone reverently. "A lot more of my friends were hurt. Some bad. That's when I realized cheerleading didn't really matter."
"Big whoop. Life happens, Kimmie," she called her now. "You learn to cope. Or you go nuts."
"Or you turn into a freelance adventurer, hunting down the baddies on your own when the cops won't do a thing about the blatant corruption all around you that allows those gangs to exist," Kim smirked.
"Wait. Wait, you're that…..?" Shego frowned at her, then smirked, "I have heard of you. Thought you'd be…..bigger."
Kim smirked.
"I'm still growing," she said, using a coy tone.
"Gah. What are you, two? Look, whoever you are. Whatever you are, you have no place in my world, Princess. So drag your butt home, and forget me. I'm not your problem," Shego spat.
"Then tell me who is," Kim told her, looking somber now. "Trust me, I'm very good at finding people. Point me at the real killer, and I'll help you bring him to justice, once and for all."
"Even if I did, you couldn't touch him. You sure couldn't hold him," she spat. "You're gifted, maybe, but you're still a Norm," she half said, half asked. "You have no clue what you would be facing."
"Then educate me," Kim huffed.
Shego stared at her.
Stared hard.
"Go home, Kimmie. Go home, and forget the world is darker than even you knew. It's for your own good."
"Shego….."
She didn't even blink.
Didn't bat an eye.
Yet Shego was just…..gone.
Just that fast, she had vanished.
"This isn't over," she told the darkness. "I never give up. Never," Kim spat, and turned, and headed for her car.
Behind her, three stories up, Shego stood watching her from the roof. Cloaked in shadow, she was all but invisible, and it made it easy to watch the surprising redhead from her vantage point.
No one had ever faced her like that.
No one.
She couldn't be a mere Norm.
She had to be…..something else.
Only where did that leave her? Because now that she thought about it, the redhead did have a reputation for butting in. She didn't realize the bigger-than-life vigilante she had heard about was now a Global Justice agent, but she had heard of her reputation. The woman was peerless in her own right. And talented. And smart.
She couldn't quite stop herself from admitting she was curiously cute, too. Like a silly puppy gamboling in a pet shop window.
She sighed, and turned into the darker shadows.
She had other work to do. She couldn't waste it on witless government agents.
When Drew had told her someone was looking for her, and wouldn't go away, she chose to ambush them, sound them out, and hopefully send them off. One way, or another. Instead, she ran into Kim Possible.
"Gah," she rasped. "Just what I needed. A damn Pollyanna out to save the world!"
KP
"Anything," Kim asked as she drove toward the Tri-City area, and pondered her meeting with Shego.
"Nothing under the name, or variations of Shego," Wade, her tech genius who had helped her in her early days as a freelancing adventurer told her.
When she was conscripted by GJ, he came along unofficially, helping her pull off some genuine miracles at times, and if Betty couldn't hire him, it wasn't for her lack of trying.
Wade, however, favored setting his own boundaries, and covert intelligence agencies were high on his list of entities not to be trusted. He was still waiting for Kim to 'wake-up,' and bail, too.
"Still, she has to be sleeping somewhere."
"If she sleeps," Wade murmured thoughtfully.
"Wade, everyone sleeps. It's mentally necessary for any human's stable emotional health."
"That could explain a few things," he remarked dryly as he studied her through the monitor on her dash.
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Anyway, I've been backtracking Lipsky's activities, and it looks like all he's doing is running numbers for area bookies, and passing messages for certain…..high profile underground figures. For a price, of course. He is famed for knowing to keep his mouth shut, and while arrested an astonishingly five hundred plus times, has never been convicted, or broken. They say he absorbs pain like a sponge, and even the best can't crack him. He's literally infamous for keeping his mouth shut."
"That's not my experience," Kim grimaced, astonished at how the man had rambled and ranted endlessly, and without much sense while she had been trying to give her own message for Shego.
"Ah, well, he's also completely insane. That's based on his last shrink, who retired after seeing him for only three days."
"That, I would believe," Kim said as she kept driving. "Just keep looking. Try to triangulate her most likely position based on her apparent appearances. She's got to be calling someplace home."
"I did find out that Jack Hench is definitely calling in a lot of muscle lately," Wade went on. "Jones' tip might be valid. The man might be up to something huge if he's trying to pull in all that extra muscle," he warned.
"Well, he was obviously interested in Shego, too."
"Well, she does have a reputation. In the underground community, at least. Funny, we never heard it until now."
"We never had cause to look for her. She's as secretive as Dr. Hall, so far as I can tell at first glance."
Wade grimaced at that one.
Dr. Hall had been a rogue geneticist who had decided humanity's future lay in animal hybrids. As in human-animal hybrids. Only she had been prepared to make sure the world took that step, voluntarily, or not. Had Kim not stopped her, they'd likely all be half animal by now. Or worse.
Some of the things pulled out of her labs had been…..horrifying.
"I'll keep looking," she was told, Wade knowing her well. "Just give me time."
"I'll keep looking, too. Meanwhile, I'd better go see Dr. Director."
"She will be interested in your little chat."
"Goes without saying," Kim agreed. "I'm just not sure how much to tell her. Later, Wade."
"Later," he nodded just before the small screen went blank.
Just as blue lights lit the night around her as she glanced up, and back, and saw the cruiser in her rear view.
"Great," she muttered, wondering what it was now.
She knew it couldn't be a traffic violation, because her auto-drive had been in control, and it was flawless thanks to Wade's recent modifications.
Pulling over, she put the car in neutral, and kept her eye on the officer climbing out of the black and white before he straightened up, and headed her way. Even as he did, she groaned.
"Officer Hobble," she greeted him blandly when the tall man leaned down to look in her window.
"Driving distracted, Possible," he all but demanded.
"Nope. The auto-drive was engaged, and I was….."
"Sounds like a yes," he said, pulling out a pad he started writing on.
"You try that one, and I'll introduce you to my new boss. You'd like her. She's fond of chewing out locals who interfere with active investigations."
"So, you're on a case now," Bill Hobble asked coolly, well aware of her new Global Justice standing.
"That's right. The Upperton slasher. We've been called in by the Chief to help his investigation."
"A slasher case? Not usually your cup of tea," the man drawled in his low, lazy monotone. Officer Hobble liked his Western movies, and tried to emulate some of his heroes.
"Look, it's been a long night. And a longer week," she told him. "So unless you have a serious complaint….."
"Robbie would still like to see you."
"Robbie's a guy. I don't date guys. I told him that. I've told you that. Tell him to get over it," Kim complained.
The big police officer shook his head.
"So, you just break his heart without caring….."
"I'm not the one obsessing, Officer Hobble. And you should warn him about the dangers of stalking. Or peeping," she added.
"Are you accusing my son….?"
"Your son is out of his league, and we both know it. Tell him to go find someone else. Period."
The big cop scowled bleakly now, and his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
"Officer Hobble, I have nothing against you. Or even Robbie. I just don't date guys."
"From all I've heard, you don't date. Why not try…..?"
"I date. I'm seeing a woman now," she bluffed. "Gorgeous woman. Very possessive, too. Not that I mind," she smirked.
"So. You're serious about that nonsense?"
She seriously wanted to roll her eyes.
"Just tell your boy to grow up, move on, and leave me alone. Or I won't be responsible if my dad catches him spying on me again. You know what he's like," she pointed out.
The officer sighed, and only shook his head.
"Good night, Miss Possible," he growled. "And….I do hope you catch that freak in Upperton. He's ruining a very nice town."
"Watch your own back," she told him.
"Is that a….?"
"I'm just saying. From what I've learned so far, this guy may have been around a very long time. A professional serial."
"Scuttlebutt said it was a female," he frowned.
"Come on, Bill," she dared call him now. "Even you have to know how bad rumors can be even in our circles. Trust me, it's a guy, and he's serious bad news. So watch your back out there. We're hunting a real pro this time."
"Duly noted," he said grimly, knowing that whatever else she was, Kim was earnest in her defense of others.
Something his former chief had never got when the unlikely heroine first rose to the challenge of shutting down the gangs in Middleton, and taking the graft out of local politics. She had been going nonstop since then, and even he didn't know all she had been doing of late. Not since she went all super-spy, and started globe-hopping.
Which, he had to admit, was likely what drew his idiot, hero-worshipping son to her more than any of her charms. Because so far as he had ever seen, the gruff, daring woman had none.
KP
"Come in, Shego," the low, sonorous voice drawled from beyond the closed doors.
She sighed heavily, and pushed through the door guarded by a pair of bookends that looked chiseled from marble. Marble wearing very expensive suits.
"Nice threads, guys," she nodded at the pair as she went by them, and stepped into the dimly lit room illuminated only by the low fire in the huge hearth across the room.
"You called, Elder," she drawled blandly as she eyed the only chair in the room.
"Drink," the shadowed figure in a huge chair near the hearth asked.
"If you don't mind," she said, and the man gestured, and a young female in a maid's uniform turned to pour a crystal goblet full of a dark liquid.
The girl actually bowed as she held out the glass, and Shego took it.
"I needed that," she murmured, downing the rich, slightly warm blood she knew had been taken from a blood bank. The Elder didn't like live kills. They drew attention, and he was all about laying low. Which was why he had chosen to mentor her so long ago even when she refused to join his Clan.
"I did note you seemed to be….lagging. I heard you faced a Norm. You even talked. You were all but beaten," the man's disapproving voice growled.
"Hardly beaten. More surprised. It was Kim Possible."
"Ah," the man murmured.
"That said, she's after Deacon."
"She named him," demanded the man as he leaned forward from his oversized chair, his dark eyes glittering in alarm.
"No. She didn't use his name, but she has….figured it out. All of it."
He leaned back, and murmured inaudibly.
"I don't think she's going to give up," Shego added.
"No. No. She does have a…..reputation," he admitted.
"I've heard. Not that I knew it was her when I got word someone was looking for me."
"Still. You've shown yourself to Norms three times now of late, Shego," the man told her in obvious disapproval. "That is three times too many."
"Deacon is here. I know it," she told him. "It's why I'm letting word get out."
"And Mr. Hench?"
"A poser, looking for a sure bet. He thinks I'm just a weapon he can hire. He's nothing," she sneered.
"As you say. How much does Possible actually know?"
"Nothing. She knows I'm hunting Deacon, but not why. Not really."
"She is…..an admirable creature. For a Norm. That said, if she gets too close….."
"I know the Way," Shego spat. "I've followed it all this time, haven't I," she complained.
"And it has protected you, as it protects us all. Do not forget that, woman," he spat back. "The day Norms truly learn who, and what we are, is the day we will again face extinction."
"Then why aren't more of you hunting Deacon?"
The man said nothing.
"Forget I asked," she muttered. "You'd rather fret over a stupid woman that thinks she can do anything," she complained.
"Shego. Ours is a dark path. Norms cannot walk that path. Nor can we ever allow them to even see it."
"Whatever. I already told you she doesn't have a clue….."
"See that it remains so. Or you will be required to neutralize her."
"I don't kill," she spat. "You know that."
"You will do whatever is necessary," the man said in a tone as cold as the grave. "Or I will."
Shego glared.
"Right. Take out Global Justice's poster girl, and paint a target on all of us. What a great idea! Why didn't I think of that sooner?"
"You are insolent."
"And you're an idiot. So are those old fossils on the Council that keep letting Deacon get away with this crap. It's time someone…."
"Enough!"
Shego cringed at the shout that reverberated in her very mind.
"You have your instructions. Go. And ensure Possible does not get any closer to this Clan. Or any other. For all our sakes," he added pointedly.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, old man," she grumbled, and stalked out tossing a cold glare over her shoulder.
"She is increasingly insolent."
"Her family's killer yet lives. And is now within her reach after all this time," the Elder told the shadow that detached itself from a wall, and moved to his side.
"Understandable. Her carelessness, however, endangers us all. Maybe we should rid ourselves of her, and Possible?"
"And aim Dr. Director at all of us. Shego is right about one thing, my son. We may have to neutralize the woman, but we cannot simply kill her. It would only bring more like her into the hunt."
"Then you have a plan."
The Elder's long fangs glistened in the half-light as he smiled.
"Don't I always?"
To Be Continued…..