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
6
"You sure you're all right," Kim asked, glancing over at the woman sitting in the passenger seat again as they headed back for Upperton just after dark.
"For the twenty-fifth time, yes," Shego grumbled. "Jeez," she scowled. "You think you had never passed out, or something."
"I haven't," Kim told her. "Well, unless you count that time I lost so much blood that…. Well, never mind. We're talking about you. Shego, you were out cold for almost six hours."
"Apparently, according to your boy genius, the shift in my genetic structure was so…..dramatic that it overwhelmed even my metabolism," she told Kim. Again. "So, let's leave it, and focus on the job, shall we?"
"But are you sure you're up to…..?"
"Princess, I swear, if you don't let it go, I'm going to spank you," Shego growled.
Kim snorted.
"Right. As if you…."
"Is that a challenge," Shego growled, proving she still have her very sharp incisors when she bared her teeth.
"I just think you should have let Wade test you for any potential issues before you find out the hard way that something went wrong. You didn't even…..drink anything this evening."
"Like you said, I chose to have faith. Besides, I feel fine," the green-skinned woman huffed. "Even the burning went away."
"What burning?"
"I…..went upstairs just before dusk while you changed. I didn't go outside," she stated at Kim's expression. "But I did risk exposing one hand to the last of the daylight just to test what might happen."
"And," Kim asked, glancing at both her hands.
Both which looked normal enough. Considering they were the slightly, but obvious shade of green that covered her entire body.
"Like I said, it tingled, then kind of burned for a while, but it went away. I think, with time, I might just be able to bear sunlight again. We'll see."
"Let's not try anything dangerous just now until we're certain how well Wade's serum did work," she stated.
"Like I said, I'm fine," Shego grumbled. "Jeez, first you tell me to trust the geek, and then….."
"I do trust him. With my life. But this is something….unknown for all of us. Let's not take any chances with your life," Shego was told as Kim continued to drive, her hands tightening on the wheel as she kept glancing at her.
"Wow. You sound like you actually care," Shego sniggered.
"Shego! What happened to you….. To all those like you…. It's crummy. But I really am here to help anyone that needs it. Even you. And I happen to think..."
Shego stared at the little redhead when she trailed off, looking as if she were suddenly blushing, and just shook her head.
"You are either the most naïve woman in creation…"
"Or," Kim asked blandly, her eyes back on the road just then.
"Or you really do believe that crap you're spouting."
Kim flashed her a grim smile.
"I don't just believe it. I know it's true. I live it every day," Kim said firmly.
"So, the fact a…a vampire assassin is now after you doesn't phase you?"
"He's not the first. Well, yeah, the first….. Well, vampire, if you're going there. But, not the first assassin. No big," Kim shrugged.
"Okay, you just went from brave back to idiot again," Shego snorted at her.
"I know my own skills," Kim huffed. "And I trust my friends. All of them," she said pointedly as she glanced over at her again.
"What? Now wait. Wait one minute. Are you calling me…..?"
"Well, aren't we friends now?"
"Friggin' Pollyanna. I swear, your head must be so empty….."
"I can hear you," Kim told the muttering woman.
"I meant for you to hear me," Shego scoffed.
Kim shook her head.
"We'll be in Upperton soon. Any ideas?"
"Aren't you the one with the plans? Oh, right, you're buddy is. You're the one with the empty head full of….."
"Shego," Kim sputtered.
"Fine. Fine. Just do…..whatever. If this freak is seriously after you, he'll find you. Trust me. He could be watching you now."
"Well, that's not disturbing at all," Kim muttered, and eyed her with a thoughtful expression.
"What now?"
Kim smiled.
"I just had a thought."
"Miracles do happen," Shego quipped.
Kim only rolled her eyes at the woman.
"Trust me, you might even like it."
KP
He watched from the shadows, confused by the woman he was following.
She had driven into town from wherever she had been, and them promptly jumped out of that ridiculous automobile she drove, and began walking up and down streets as if offering herself with the other tramps and trollops on the lane.
He frowned as he saw a man pull up to her in a long, white luxury sedan, and lean out to eye her.
The man howled when a short punch broke his nose, and knocked him out in the front seat of his own car. The redhead then kept walking as if nothing unusual had just happened.
Vicious. Potentially lethal. He could actually like her.
Too bad she had to die. Like her, or not, this was fifty million dollars. Even one of the Clan couldn't overlook that kind of payday.
He waited till she reached the end of the lane. The dark end. Then moved, leaping easily over rooftops as he shadowed her from above. When she walked past the last brownstone, and stopped in front of a closed liquor store that had been boarded up long ago, he dropped down into the alley, knowing from watching her that she was about to turn back, and retrace her steps as she had for three times now.
He ignored the fool still out in the front seat of his car, the engine still idling.
He wasn't overly surprised when someone dragged him out, and drove off, leaving the overfed man in a very nice suit laying in the middle of the street. The fool was obviously very much out of his element if he risked coming here with such obvious displays of wealth.
He melted into the shadows against one wall between the two brownstones, and waited for the redhead to return.
He frowned, and risked looking beyond the corner when she didn't show.
His sight was exceptional at night, so it wasn't hard to rake the block, and realize the woman had vanished.
Only where…..?
He stiffened, and looked back even as he spun around when someone tapped him on his shoulder.
"Looking for someone," a slightly greenish woman in a long coat that covered the very snug bodysuit she wore. "Because I am," she growled, flashing sharp fangs.
"Shego," he growled.
"So, you do remember?"
"Remember? We've never even met," he protested. "Yet I have heard you continue to dog my steps. Now you actually side with a Norm? Why? Why would you protect one of them," he sneered. "They're cattle."
Shego's eyes narrowed as she lifted a fist.
"You really don't remember?"
"I've never even seen you before….."
He froze, her dark green eyes glittering with rage as her knuckles popped audibly she clenched them so hard.
"Gordeaux," he abruptly spat.
"No," the green-skinned woman said with deceptive coolness. "It's Shego," she raged, and hit him hard enough to send him flying back down the alley, and into the wall.
Where a redhead stood waiting, and jabbed two large syringes into his sides before he could even recover.
"Nighty-night, freak," the redhead said coldly. "We'll chat later."
"Possible! I'll rip out….your…"
Deacon fell on his face, out cold before he hit the ground after jumping up only to realize the woman had obviously found something that could, and did work on his unique metabolism.
"You're Nerdlinger does good work. I wouldn't have guessed any amount of tranqs would have put him down. I know it wouldn't me," Shego sniffed.
Kim looked up from binding the man in heavy chains, securing his wrists behind his back before folding him double, and attaching them to the shackles she then secured to his ankles. She then dragged him to the small car concealed behind one of the apartment buildings, and threw him in the back seat.
"Like I told you, I trust Wade. He does good work. We'd better get this freak locked up until Wade can scan him, and find out if he can do anything about his…..other side. Either way, I have no intention of letting anyone have him. Not until I know he's been neutralized."
"So, you guessed the Elders would just throw him out of their territory with a slap on the hand in spite of his killing spree?"
"I've met their kind before now."
"Really?"
"Well, not the blood-sucking thing. Still, posers are posers, wherever you find them."
"You're calling the Elder a poser?"
"C'mon? The whole dark room, and low voice bit? It's been done to death. Not impressed. And Junior obviously hasn't got a clue either."
"How did you know Eddie was called Junior?"
"It seemed to fit," Kim smirked, not bothering to admit it was just a label she had carelessly tossed out as she climbed into the car after putting the unconscious Deacon in the back. "Let's go. I want this guy secure before dawn, and before anyone else tracks us down."
"You mean like Hench's sure to be waiting-in-the-wings army of thugs?"
"Well, them, or GJ. Betty and I don't always see eye-to-eye on some things," Kim admitted sheepishly, making Shego snigger.
"What," she protested at Kim's expression. "Well, she does only have one eye. Must limit her vision," she smirked.
"Oh. Yeah. Wasn't even thinking of that. In her way, though, she's as bad as that dufus Will Du about rules and regs. As if those ever helped anyone."
"So, Kimmie likes to play fast-and-loose," Shego grinned as she settled into the car, and firmly fastened her seatbelt.
Just in case.
"Not like that," Kim actually whined, even looking like a child for a moment. "I just…. Sometimes I don't see why you have to let someone get away, or keep breaking the law just because of some stupid question over authority, or anything else like that."
"Let me guess. Kimmie's run into politics before now?"
"A few times," she admitted moodily. "It never ends well."
"I'll bet. So, what's the plan? You took him down smoother than I expected, even with my help," Shego added smugly.
"Well, you certainly hit him hard enough. That had to be twenty feet, and he didn't even touch the ground until he slid down that wall he bounced off. I didn't realize you were that strong."
Shego frowned.
"That was about twenty feet, wasn't it," she murmured.
"Shego?"
"Princess," she called her. "I don't think I was that strong before. Even with my…..blood factor, I can't think of a single one of us that comes near that strong."
"So, that was new?"
"We're fast. And stronger than average. But that strong," Shego said, shaking her head. "That's new. You think your brainy buddy's juice did that?"
"Well, he did say to expect some metabolic quirks. We might want to have him scan you again. Just to be safe. Meanwhile, we need to put Deacon to bed."
"So, you do have a nice, dark pit ready for him?"
"Funny you should ask," Kim said, and kept driving toward Middleton after calling Wade.
KP
It was nearly dawn when Thaddeus Draven retreated from the open door of the manor he was renting, and went back inside. His servants had their cars packed, and the permanent staff with them were ready to go.
Only midnight came, and went, and there was still no sign of his son.
No word from him either.
He knew his son didn't like the cell phone he had forced him to carry, but surely he would have called if he were in trouble. He went to the parlor, ensured the heavy drapes were still pulled so none of the rising sun's rays could reach his pale flesh, and torment him.
He heard the nearby clock chime the hour, and knew something was wrong. Deacon would never have been this late without some word. He shouldn't have let him go alone. Not knowing that Shego was still hunting him.
His son discounted the woman's threat, but he knew who she was by now. The child that should have died. The child that had died. Yet, somehow, in the end, she had survived. Even after her skin turned unnaturally green, likely due to the closeness of her death, and her spirit should have long since flown, something brought her back, and gave her the gift of the Blood-Clan's own powers.
She buried her name after an abortive start that nearly exposed them all to local authorities, and even if she weren't literally buried, she vanished. Only she returned after a long absence, and by then had become Shego.
A vicious, willful female that bowed to no one.
If she feigned obedience to the area Elders, it was just to suit her own purposes. The mercenary woman was potentially lethal, and he knew that if she didn't kill, it was simply because she wanted those she attacked to suffer.
The woman must have somehow realized Deacon was her attacker. Her family's killer.
Damn. His son may well have walked into a trap.
Punching in the digits, he listened, and heard the number ring over nine times. Just as it started to go to voice mail, the line answered, and he heard a surly, "What?"
"Deacon," he demanded, more than asked.
"The poser? Put him down. You want to join him, you just come on. We got plenty of room in the graveyard, freak," the sardonic tone filled his ear. "Now let me get my sleep, damn you," she added, and hung up.
Shego.
That had to be her.
She had Deacon.
If he were still alive, he was in trouble. If not...
This, he realized, was beyond him. He couldn't even move until dusk.
That was far too long to leave his son helpless if he was taken alive.
With little choice, he hung up, and called another number.
"It is me. No. No, listen. My son was ambushed by Shego. Yes, that Shego. She is working with Kim Possible. If you have a fallback plan, I suggest you employ it. I happen to know they will be coming for you next," he bluffed, wanting only to encourage the self-important little man's own fears to manipulate him into acting.
He listened to the bluster, and fought the urge to curse the fool who babbled about costs, and reimbursements.
"Do you honestly think these two will give you time to count anything? I have to go to ground just now, just in case. I suggest you move if you have a counter in place. I suggest you move now."
The man hung up on him, but Thaddeus smirked as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
He knew Norms well enough.
This one was scared. It was why he had chosen to hire so much outside talent when his own incompetent lackeys proved lacking. All those men, and they couldn't stop one skinny Norm? Well, they'd better have more in place than what they planned for, because Thaddeus knew Shego. And under that cold, indifferent skin, there lurked a bloodthirsty beast just waiting to tear her enemies apart.
Which was why he was so concerned for his son just then.
Hopefully, Jack Hench's assassins could buy them the time they needed. Time to yet beat the two willful women, and once the sun had set, he would personally end them both. Especially if they had dared to touch his only son.
To Be Continued…