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
5
"I can't be out this late," Shego said as Kim turned toward Middleton only well after four.
Wade had already warned her that he had run into a slight obstacle, which had delayed the serum's refining process, but that it was now ready, and he was confident it would work.
"You don't….get all ashy?"
"Turn into ash? Hardly," she glowered at the redhead. "But I do fry like bacon, and it's not pretty. Not to mention, it hurts like hell, and takes weeks to heal. And lots of extra blood," Shego added grimly.
"We have a basement. You can stay…."
"Princess, I am not going to hide in your basement….!"
Kim only smiled.
"You know you want to try that serum."
"And what about your parents? Gah, and why do you still live at home anyway? What are you, a bum?"
"You want to hear about my lifestyle, or go try my friend's potential cure? Besides, my folks aren't going to be home. Mom's got swing shifts at the hospital this week, and dad's tied up with his new project at the space center."
"And if I need blood," she hissed.
"I have a friend at the local blood bank that owes me a favor. I'll just grab you some there."
Shego stared at her.
"You're nuts. Stubborn, crazy, and…."
"You're being redundant now. Do you want to try that serum, or not," Kim huffed.
"Just get us home before the sun comes out," she said, eyeing the brightening horizon.
"Consider us home," she said, and flipped a switch, causing rockets to literally ignite beneath the car, sending it down the road at high speeds.
"Kimmie," Shego howled, clutching the sides of her seat as hung onto the only thing available. "What are you doing?"
"Rocket boosters. Spankin', aren't they?"
Shego stared at the grinning woman steering down the dark lane without seeming to eye the road, and wailed all the more.
"Keep your eyes on the road," she swore even as blue lights erupted to one side, and then were lost behind them in the same instant.
"Great. That's probably Bill again. He's going to be nagging me for sure," she said, reaching for the dash.
"Auto-drive on," a tinny voice declared. "Destination?"
"Home, Annie," she addressed the voice as Shego just stared.
"Destination set. Mode?"
"Go high," she said, and Shego howled again as the car jolted, and suddenly, and impossibly launched itself into the sky.
"Possible," a gruff voice barked over the radio just then when Kim stabbed a button. "What the hell are you doing now?"
"Medical emergency, Officer Hobble. Sorry about that. I would have warned you if I knew you were in the area."
"Right. This better be a real emergency, woman," the male voice complained. His tone implying 'this time.'
"It is. Trust me," she said, eyeing Shego. "I think the patient is turning greener by the second," she declared.
Shego glared at her without much heat just then, and tried very hard not to look down.
"Oh, God," she moaned when the car abruptly banked.
"Well, she sounds sick, whoever she is," the man replied as Kim's smile only grew.
"She is. Later, we have to go," she said, and snapped off the radio.
"You will pay for that," Shego moaned when the car suddenly slowed, and began to descend vertically. "I don't know when. I don't know how. But you will pay for that one," she promised.
"Oh, come on, it was fun," Kim grinned at her as the small car settled onto the drive outside her own home.
"You need a new definition of fun," she said, and glanced around as she realized the nearby house was growing lighter as shadows began to fade.
"Come on, let's get you inside," Kim said, and quickly left the car.
Shego cast one uneasy glance at the horizon, and ran for the door.
Kim opened it up, and led her through a very traditionally domestic home to a back hall, and to a door that led down into a darker space. When the redhead flipped the light switch, Shego gaped around her.
"This….is a basement," she sputtered, seeing all the electronics, computers, and various devices she couldn't identify laying around her.
"Dad's a rocket scientist, and my brothers are notorious tinkerers," she shrugged. "Plus, dad brings a lot of his work home."
"A rocket scientist brings work home?"
"Oh, yeah. You should have seen my mom's face the time he launched half the roof….. Well, maybe not then. She was pretty mad."
Shego stared at the redhead, and shook her head.
"You…..are definitely not normal."
"Sure I am," Kim smiled. "Now, stay here, and I'll be right back. I just have to run up to my room."
"Just don't let anyone….. Know I'm here," Shego finished to the empty space where Kim had been. The girl had run up the steps like she had rockets in her shoes.
Knowing her, she likely did.
"Weird," she muttered, looking around the electronics haphazardly piled around her. "She's beyond weird."
Then she heard steps coming down the stairs again, only it wasn't Kim.
"…..telling you, the phase differential won't synch unless you match the….."
Both boys looked alike. Both stared right at her, and she swallowed hard, wondering what was going to happen now.
"Fascinating," they both murmured as one as they continued down the steps despite that faint pause. "Yes, obvious melanomin imbalance? Radiation poisoning?"
"Too light. And no lesions. It's obviously related to internal deficiencies of some kind. Blood-based?"
"She is pale," the other declared, looking at her as she just stared back at them. "Still, she's obviously healthy enough otherwise. Excellent musculature, and," the boy wagged his brows, "Mammary development."
"Now just one damn…..!"
"Ah, she speaks. Mental acuity confirmed," one of them grinned. "So, she's not brain-dead."
"Are you two….?"
"Tweebs," Kim growled from the top of the steps. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"
"We still have plenty of time," one of them drawled.
"You said that before, too, and then you ended up late anyway," she accused him.
"Only because that jerk Barkin wouldn't let us in after the bell rang. He made us stand outside until the security officer finally opened the door," the other huffed.
"He's still at the high school," she asked them.
"High school," Shego exclaimed, looking at the young pair. "You're in high school?"
"Advanced classes," the boys grinned as one.
"Look, upstairs, guys. And not a word. Shego is….."
"We get it," one ofthem grinned. "She's a witness in a case, right? What is it? Medical malpractice? Rogue researcher? What did they do? Genetic manipulation."
Shego gaped at the pair that actually looked at her with eager, and disturbingly bright gazes.
"Jim. Enough. Just go upstairs, and get ready for school."
"Man, you never let us have any fun. We could help, you know," the boy complained.
"Your kind of help, I don't need," she told that one.
"Maybe we should call mom, or dad," the one addressed as Jim smiled.
"You do that," Kim smiled back. "And I'll remind mom how it was you that set up that wireless transceiver in the girl's locker room, and sold airtime to your pervy friends."
"Uh, gotta go," they both said, and ran back up the steps.
"Brothers," she sighed. "They're annoying, but what can you do?"
"They weren't afraid of me," Shego murmured in wonder.
"Those two? I don't think they fear anything. Except mom," Kim added. "So far," she added again.
"So, what are they? Mad scientists in training," she asked, looking around her.
"Oh, no. Dad already put his foot down on that. No mad science. Only rational science."
Shego shook her head.
"I'm not even going to try to touch that one," Shego muttered.
"So, you don't…..need to sleep, or anything?"
"Of course, I do. I get tired like anyone else. But if you're asking if I need a…..a coffin. Forget it. I just have to duck the sun. Not sleep in boxes," she huffed.
"Sorry, you still haven't told me that much about…. You know? Anyway, here it is," Kim told her, holding up a small vial. "Wade said there was a minor issue with the irradiated iron he used as a base, but…."
"Wait," she said, staring at the faintly glowing tube the woman held out. "Irradiated? As in….radioactive?"
"Mildly," Kim told her. "It's completely harmless, and bio-engineered to target the rogue viral infection in your physiology. Kind of like chemo. Or that's how he explained it," Kim smiled.
She stared at the faintly glowing test tube, and frowned.
"If you were me, would you….?"
"Wade has saved my life more times than I could count. I trust him, Shego. He wouldn't have sent this if he didn't think it would help. Trust him. I do."
Shego grimaced.
"But….why radiation?"
"Something to do with bio-chemical isolation of certain viral pathogens that only respond to…. Well, he could explain the science better than I could. All I know is that he is certain it should work."
"You said should," Shego hissed.
"It's your choice, Shego," she told her, and looked around. "I'll bring down a pillow and blanket. There's a cot in the corner you can use. Should I go into town, and bring you any blood? Do you think….?"
Shego slowly took the glowing tube of slightly opaque fluid, and eyed it.
"I fed well enough earlier. I should be okay until nightfall. I…."
"Your call, Shego. All the way. Either way, I'm here to help," Kim told her. "I'll let you get some rest. I need to check a few things before I get some sleep myself," she said, only then yawning.
"Look, Kimmie, I do appreciate your help. I appreciate you being…. Well, not freaking over…anything. Just, thanks. Okay," Shego huffed.
"No big," Kim smiled, and nodded. "I'll be right back with the pillow, and blanket, and then let you get some rest."
Shego nodded as the redhead headed back up the steps, and disappeared again.
Shego eyed the tube again, and with a grimaced, she pulled the cap off the slender tube. She sniffed it, grimacing at the acrid scent that filled her nostrils, and considered all she had suffered since that night Deacon had broken into her house, and killed her family before her eyes. Before he turned on her. To this day, she was still surprised she had lived.
Only she didn't survive.
Not really.
To the world, that innocent little girl had died years ago. For a time, she almost became a true predator herself. Until the area Elder's people found her, and saved her from hunters who would have finished what Deacon started without bothering to ask questions.
Now, years later, she had a most unlikely champion standing at her side, and offering to help put down the demon that still haunted her nightmares.
She stared hard at the tube she held, and then held her breath as she gulped it down.
She gasped, feeling liquid fire sear her throat, then her belly, and she would have screamed if she had been able to catch her breath, or make a sound. She folded over, the pain intense, and beyond bearing, and then just dropped in a helpless sprawl, out could before she hit the hard floor.
Even as she dropped, Kim reappeared at the top of the steps, and started down.
"I wasn't sure how cold you get, so I brought….. Shego," she shouted, catching sight of her as she neared the bottom of the steps, and flung the blankets aside to rush to her side.
KP
"Tonight," Deacon smiled. "Tonight, Kim Possible dies, and we will be fifty million richer," he told his father. "I trust you've approached the locals?"
"The Elders will not act. So far as they are concerned, we are but visiting Clan members. They have deigned not to notice any…..trespasses. As is customary," Thaddeus smirked.
"Having Elder Vilgo as our Clan leader doesn't hurt," he smirked.
They both knew that very old, and very traditional man would have favored a return to open hunts if they could have managed it in the more modern world. Only it was very hard to hide these days, as he was belatedly learning, with all the silly tech Norms were using of late.
"True."
"Still, it was easier to hunt before they started using computers and cameras like they were attached to their bloody limbs," he huffed.
"Just remember. Anyone with a cell phone has a camera these days, too. You cannot be seen. By anyone. Possible's end must look random, and nothing can lead to us. So do not savage her as you seem to favor."
Deacon sighed.
"And here I hoped to learn what a 'hero's' blood tasted like," he smirked.
"Just be wary. One of my own contacts in the local Clan suggested Possible is accompanied by an independent. One of the Blood-Clan."
Deacon frowned now.
"An exile?"
"No. She is simply without Clan. She has refused to accept any Guardian, or Clan. She obeys the local Elder to a degree, but will not bow to him."
"She? A woman? What manner of unnatural cow will not give herself to a man? Or a Clan?"
"You tell me. I have learned she is the one that has been trailing you for sometime. She is called Shego. That's all I know."
"Shego," he frowned. "I have not heard the name."
"Then you aren't listening. She has a reputation for being ruthless. And deadly. She fights with mortal arts, but is deemed peerless. So be wary."
"Mortal arts are hardly a match for our speed and strength," Deacon told his father, taking the warmed blood offered, but only to stimulate his appetite for what was ahead.
"True enough at most times. Only recall it is one of our kind that uses them. And she didn't earn her reputation by being careless. Even Hench tried to hire her first before he called us."
"Ah, then I'll just have to prove he made the wiser choice," he drawled, and downed the glass of blood in a single gulp.
"I'll be ready to move when you return," Thaddeus told him. "Do not dally. This one will be bringing a lot of attention here no matter how she dies."
"Don't worry. She's only another Norm, whatever her companion's supposed skills. Tonight, I kill Possible, and maybe I'll even drag Shego back as my own consort. She obviously needs a man that can tame her," he mocked.
Thaddeus said nothing to that boast.
"Just take care of Possible," he did say. "I would favor not having to return the very generous deposit we have already received."
"Unlikely," Deacon huffed, and tossed his glass aside, letting it shatter against a wall before walking out.
To Be Continued…