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
7
"How are you feeling," Kim asked as she came down to the basement to check on Shego, and their prisoner.
"Surprisingly good," Shego grinned. "I haven't had a drop to drink in almost twenty-four hours, but I'm not missing it. I don't even have the usual aches and pains. Maybe that kid's vaccine really did work."
"We'll know soon. Wade got your new scans when he checked out our murderous freak," she said, glancing to where Deacon scowled impotently at them from his prison. "Hopefully, he will not only know more that can help you, but will have something to rid us of this problem."
"You could just bury him. Deep," Shego smiled. "I wouldn't tell."
The still chained man paled more than ever, and looked genuinely worried now.
Kim walked over, and looked down into the tightly sealed plastic box with air holes just big enough to let the seven inch man keep breathing. Even Shego had been genuinely astonished to learn Kim's brothers had built a genuine, and working shrink ray. She was even more amazed to see it turn big, bad Deacon into a virtual doll.
Kim then locked him inside the obviously specially made cage, and locked the lid, pointedly sliding the key into the pocket of her cargos.
"As much as I'm tempted, I really don't like to torture people. Even if some of them do deserve it," she admitted, making the tense captive relax somewhat. "That said, I'm not letting anyone get him that might let him go, or make things worse, either."
"Smart girl. I think we may be having company soon, though. That's why I yelled for you. The phone we took off him rang a few minutes ago, and I think he has a partner who is missing him."
"Probably Plan B," Kim nodded, and turned away from the cage on the high shelf. "Still, I've been thinking….."
"Never a good thing," Shego quipped.
"Seriously," she smiled back. "Why Shego? I know it's not your name. Your real name. I, ah, found your file….."
"That girl died, Kimmie," Shego said grimly now, looking reluctant to say anything.
"I get that," Kim nodded. "So?"
"When I….used to play with my brothers, we sometimes played…..heroes."
"Let me guess…..?"
"My brother, being the oldest, handed out our hero names. Needless to say, he wasn't big on imagination. In his defense, he was a kid, too. Still, that silly nickname was all I had left after….. After."
"Still, you chose not to become so much a hero, as a vindicator," Kim intuited.
"No. I wanted revenge, pure and simple," she said, her own eyes still locked on that small, plastic cage. "And I have to warn you, if you don't conjure something good for this freak….. I will," she said with such venom that Deacon was back to looking worried.
"Trust Wade. Trust me," she told Shego. "We won't let him get away with this."
"How can you be so sure you can promise that," Shego asked curtly.
"Because, it's what we do, Shego. Stop the unstoppable," she said grimly.
"You really are a cocky, little thing," Shego sighed.
"I'm not little," Kim sputtered, looking up at her.
Shego smirked now, looking a bit more relaxed.
"Little, skinny, cocky…"
"Hey!"
"Gotcha," Shego grinned. "Hey, you know, I'm feeling kind of hungry."
"Do you need…..?"
"Food. I actually want food. Trust me, I know the difference after all this time. Think your folks would freak if a green freak showed up in their kitchen," she asked blandly, knowing the Possibles had all come in not long after Kim got her back into the basement well before dawn.
Just as she knew they were all still in the house.
"You're not a freak, Shego. Different, yes, but aren't we all?"
"Wow, you are just so….."
Kim just stared at her with that confident grin of hers.
Shego sighed.
"For a girl that has had to have seen the ugly side of life more than once, I just don't see how you can be so…optimistic."
"Dad always says, anything is possible….. For a Possible."
"Yeah, that makes perfect sense," Shego scowled as even Deacon sneered at that one.
"It's our family motto. And I'll admit I do stretch it a bit…."
"A bit," Shego huffed. "Tell me the truth. That mission I heard about where you faced genuine ninja? Did you really race them down a mountainside, without a rope, while simultaneously fighting those guys, and trying to outrun an avalanche?"
"Oh. That one? It was no big. I just had the Roth fly down once I was in radio range of its transceiver again, and then jumped in before the avalanche could reach me."
"And the ninja?"
"They all disappeared," Kim shrugged. "They do that."
Shego rolled her eyes.
"So, you're crazed, too?"
"I am not….."
"Kim, we have company," Jim suddenly shouted down the stairs. "And they don't look friendly."
Kim and Shego both looked up the steps as her brother ran back the way he had come.
"I'd better go….."
"I'll go, too. You may need me."
"And the sun," Kim asked. "You still aren't completely sure if…"
"So, I'll find out. I'm not going to just hide in the basement while that freak's friends tries to hurt your family. You don't want that kind of pain," Shego said, stalking up the stairs after her. "No one deserves that," she rasped.
"Maybe they're just….."
Even as Kim stepped into the hall, the front door exploded.
"They got past the defenses. Knew we should have installed that new oscillating-frequency force shield yesterday," one of the twins complained as they rolled behind the couch, and just missed getting shot down by someone firing a genuine laser.
"No, you don't," Kim shouted, drawing the gunman's attention as she tumbled into the living room, jerked out a pocket compact, and used it to reflect the deadly blue beam back at the weapon that exploded in his big hand.
The man howled, even as twenty more men surged into the narrow receiving hall as the two Possibles shouted in alarm, and the older redhead fumbled with the phone.
Shego paused to gape as she watched Kim take out the man with the laser just before launching herself right into the heart of the attacking lackeys. She started to follow, but was painfully aware of that bright sunlight, and glanced back at the boys.
"I'd bet what's left of my looks that they're a distraction," she told them. "You got anything good, boys, you'd better dig it out. I think….."
Ann screamed as someone kicked in the back door.
"That was just repainted," she added, throwing the obviously useless phone at the first man in the door.
Shego shook her head as she rushed to help the woman who actually charged one of the men with a penknife. Was this whole family nuts?
"I tell you now," James Possible declared, swinging a frying pan he snatched up into a man's face with enough force to almost literally flatten the man's nose, "In my day, we sure didn't come calling without an invitation," he complained as he swung that heavy iron pan again, dropping the man.
Shego gaped as she realized the woman was holding off two men with what she thought was a penknife.
No, it was a scalpel. A very long, very sharp one.
"I'm a surgeon, boys," she told them. "And I know what I'm doing with this thing. So, who's first?"
Shego saw a man behind them raising something, and chose not to risk it. She jumped, and landed on top of him, a blunt rod of some kind rolling away from his hand even as one of the twins rushed forward to scoop it up.
"Taser wand," the boy shouted. "Cool! I can use this," he said, and immediately began working on the control panel.
Even as the front door began to grow less crowded as yellow flashes announced the rapid disappearance of the men there.
"Thanks, Tim," Kim said, rushing to help her parents in the kitchen after the last lackey was shrank to doll-size by her sibling who was taking shots at he men with his shrink ray. "How about scooping them up before they get into trouble now? Or someone steps on them."
"You're worried about them," Shego sputtered, spinning to dropkick a man away from the surgeon's back as she still fended off those two trying to grab at her.
"Shego, look out," Kim shouted, just before another of the men slammed one of those innocuous rods into her side, and sent fire radiating through every cell in her body. Then the force of the blow had her falling back and outside the nearby door, and she landed sprawling to stare right up at the morning sun as her eyes flared wide in spite of that blinding glare.
Her scream was hellish.
"I've got these guys," Jim shouted, raising his own confiscated wand now that glowed far brighter than normal. "Get Shego back inside," he told Kim, knowing of her UV sensitivity by now.
"On it," she said, and kicked another of the dwindling numbers aside even as two of them were suddenly flung to one side, each slamming into the wall so hard they cracked plaster.
Neither moved as they slid down the wall, laving dark streaks of blood as a literally glowing woman stepped into the house behind them.
"Who's...next," Shego snarled, two hands glowing bright green with roiling energies as she trembled visibly under the influence of whatever was happening inside her now.
"Shego," Kim rasped. "Are you….. All right?"
"Never better," Shego smiled viciously, and punched a man so hard he flew through the kitchen wall, to land out cold in the living room.
"My word," James exclaimed, staring at the man through the hole in the wall whose seared chest still smoldered where he had been struck. "At least he missed the television!"
"Sorry about that. We'll talk about repairs after we take out the rest of the trash," Shego said, and the four men left stared at the woman with burning hands, and fled back the way they had come.
Ann turned to look at Shego, but said nothing. She only turned to Kim, and slowly shook her head.
"This is why I don't like you bringing your work home with you. Any of you," the woman declared. "Now, someone get a broom. I am not cleaning this up by myself."
Shego found herself laughing as her hands lowered, and the glowing fires that seemed to have just exploded out of her began to fade.
"What…..was that," Tim asked her.
"Duh. It's obvious," Jim huffed.
"It is," Kim and Shego both echoed.
"Well, yeah," her brother smirked. "I happened to…..see some of Wade's notes on the anti-serum, and her last scans. That was when I noticed the genetic tweaking the irradiated minerals caused her UV imbalance to shift exponentially, creating a neural feedback loop."
"Uh, in English? Anyone," Shego asked, staring at the boy that could not possibly be that smart. He wasn't even a teenager yet!
"Of course," Tim exclaimed, looking up with a six inch thug dangling limp from his hand. "It makes perfect sense."
"What," Shego huffed. "What makes sense?"
"The sun, Shego. Your body doesn't reject UV rays now. It absorbs them, and then…..channels them somehow into…that power you used," Jim told her.
Shego frowned.
"You think this is why I got stronger, too," she asked them.
"Probably," Jim nodded. "Neural enhancement would by necessity send that kind of energy somewhere. It must augment your musculature, reflexes, and even gives you…rad energy powers. That is so cool."
Shego looked stunned.
"Kimmie, if the wrong people got that serum," she told her quietly.
"I'd better call Wade," Kim told her, lifting her Kimmunicator.
"And the police," James huffed. "They actually cut off our phone."
"I noticed," Ann huffed, sweeping around the cardboard box filled with tiny, frightened lackeys that couldn't quite understand why they were suddenly only seven inches tall.
"I'll have Wade call GJ."
"Kim," Shego hissed.
"After we tend our other guest. Boys, can you help clean up, and toss these others in the box, too," she said pointedly as she eyed the unconscious men around them. "Shego and I have work to do. Before Hench sends more of his thugs after us."
"In my day, you didn't send thugs to someone's house," James began. "We only….."
"We know, dad," she cut him off. "I need something from the basement, then I'll jet. Hopefully, GJ will be here to pick up these guys soon."
KP
Jack Hench sat in his office, and slowly put down the receiver after taking the call he had been expecting.
Forty of his best, hand-picked men had been brushed off like flies.
Forty.
He swore hotly, and considered the men and expense he had already incurred. Calling in those high-priced assassins had been a last resort, and now the redhead had somehow managed to subvert Shego, a merc he had hoped to employ, and undo his entire plan in a single sweep. If things continued, his planned operation next month was going to stall out, and he could well lose billions. Literally billions.
He had little choice.
He dialed a number known only to him, and waited for the line to answer.
"Jah," the line finally picked up, and someone all but barked into the phone.
"This is Jack. I have a proposition for you."
"Do you now? And why would I being interested in your propositions, when you laughed in mein face the last time I was calling you," the man almost railed at him.
"Because. I am putting together a group to take out Kim Possible. I'd like you to lead them."
The man laughed.
"Me? You are wanting me to lead your pack of helpless bumblers, and buffoons? Against the very woman I warned you against ignoring two years ago! I am thinking not," the man howled, and hung up.
Jack sighed, leaned back, and sighed again.
"Maybe," he murmured, knowing you never knew how Dementor would take an invitation. He might come running. He might laugh in your face, and try to stab you in the back. He might say no, and then slink in, and try to stab everyone in the back.
He had to be honest. Jack was hoping he would try to move on Possible himself while she was….distracted. It was the best he could manage just then with his assassins neutralized, and Possible taking out three squads of his best men.
While he knew all about the Clans, he wasn't fool enough to broadcast. Still, by hiring one of them, he felt certain he would finally be rid of that redheaded blight on his otherwise very profitable business. How could he have known even she could have countered even one of them so easily?
Maybe, he began to muse. Maybe Possible was something more than human, too?
After all, she came from a family of eccentric scientists. And the things she did?
No way, he had long since decided. There was no way she could be an ordinary women. Women just didn't do the things she did.
They certainly didn't succeed at them.
Dementor, he knew, was a wildcard at best. Still, just now, he was now his best hope.
Unless he could outlast that pest until sundown, and the assassins could move freely again.
Either way, he was genuinely hoping that tonight would Kim Possible's last night of life.
To Be Continued…