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Kim Possible: Possibly Strange
By LJ59
9
"Will, call in Dash and his team, and get a lead on Possible's current location. I want eyes on her, and ready backup in five minutes," she told him over the intercom.
"What's she doing now," the man's strident voice complained.
"Never mind. Just do as I said. And put out a full alert. Dementor may be coming stateside."
"Here," Will exclaimed. "Good God, now what?"
"That's what I need to find out. Get to work," she told him. "I suspect from the way Kimberly is moving, we won't have time to ask questions later."
"What about Hench? Do we have confirmation on his involvement in the strike on her house?"
"Heard about that one already," Betty Director asked blandly.
"Thirty men in the local ICU? It's made all the channels, since it's a new record even for her," he sniffed.
"She apparently had help this time."
"Right, her brothers," Will remarked, having met them once before, and hoped never to do so again.
"No. She's apparently struck an alliance of some kind with Shego."
"Shego? The mercenary killer?"
"Mercenary, at the least. Kimberly is defending her. Only she is also showing up in daylight now. That's new. I have things to do myself, so get busy, Du. I get the feeling we're already ten steps behind Kimberly in this one."
"That's what happens when you don't make her debrief….."
"Orders, Will," Dr. Director barked, cutting him off before she thumbed off the intercom.
She sat back in her chair, and considered what she had learned to date. Then considered all options. Reaching for her intercom again, this time she buzzed her secretary.
"Jane, get me Dr. Bortel. Tell him I need to see him in my office, at once."
"Yes, ma'am," the woman outside her door replied dutifully even as Betty already cut her off, too.
"What did you do," she wondered of Kim, already knowing that somehow she had done something to Shego. She even knew how she had managed to do it.
Wade remained a sore issue between them at times, and if she kept surveillance on him, it was simply because at times it was the only way to figure out what Kimberly might be up to behind her back.
Again.
Unfortunately, even her best couldn't always track that boy, or figure out what he was doing. He was, regrettably, too smart for them.
KP
Thaddeus had long since given up sitting, and waiting for reports.
He had sent out his most trusted, and capable members of his Norm staff, but they had yet to check in. They did warn him a number of suspicious individuals were now encamped around the manor. He would have guessed that one.
Jack knew Deacon had been somehow neutralized.
That meant he knew Kim Possible, or more likely Shego had likely made him talk.
It was, he realized, very possible the pair might come here next.
Only how could even Shego risk the sun to get here?
The best protection failed in bright, sunlit days like this one. She could be in agony long before she got here if she was coming from across town. He didn't think Possible, daring as she was said to be, would risk coming alone if she knew anything about the Blood-Clans by now.
Which meant, by their law and tradition, she had to go anyway.
No one could decry her end if it was proved Shego had told her…..anything.
Knowing that woman, she had simply seen a way to achieve her own revenge, and cared nothing for the Way herself. He had long since felt Deacon made a mistake sparing that stupid girl. He always did have a soft spot for little girls.
He could rip a woman apart without blinking.
Yet a little girl seemed to make him hesitate.
That was obviously enough for the girl to survive. And grow. And she had grown. Grown, and thrived, and become a genuine thorn in their sides as she chased them across the globe, obviously looking for Deacon, and no denying why.
Yet the Elders never said a word against her for all her antics.
Some seemed amused by her.
Amused by a vicious anarchist that never should have been allowed to live.
Even as he paced the dimly lit parlor, well aware of the few stray bits of light that managed to get around the heavy drapes, he tried to imagine what those two might be thinking. Or trying. He had to admit that while he had kept up with the Norms' progress, and changes over time, he couldn't imagine what two women of any generation might hope to try in these circumstances.
Then again, he had never expected two females to be able to stop his son.
He was nowhere near as old as Vilgo, or even this area Elder, but he had trained his son in the warrior's art he had learned long ago at a master's hand. He still remembered the days of glorious battle, and the great fields stained with blood as he trod the earth a conqueror in his own right. When younger, and stronger, he had been able to withstand the sun in the special armor he wore.
That had changed.
No one wore armor any longer.
No one wore anything that might excuse their necessity of hiding from the torturous star that forced his kind into the shadows. Even some of their indirect descendents born of Norms still couldn't handle the sun. Of course, no one called them demons or vampires. They put a common label on a skin condition, called it a disease, and feigned tolerance for those suffering from extreme photosensitivity akin to Rosacea.
He was not fooled.
The Church, and its Hunters were still out there. Still watching. Waiting.
Did one of them find a direct link to a Clan, they would come. Yet another reason they couldn't delay departing long. But he was loathe to depart without his son.
Or his vengeance.
Thaddeus intended to have both.
He was still pondering how when he heard the first crash.
Frowning, he walked to the parlor door, and opened it.
And barely ducked the man that went flying to land limp, and sprawling on the floor behind him.
"I'm guessing you're the freak that turned that other freak loose on us," Kim said as she stood there in a silvery-white garment that showed every inch of her sleek, toned body as she simultaneously kicked a bodyguard hard enough to lift him off the floor, and smash him into the nearby wall.
No one else was around her.
No one conscious.
"The back is clear, Kimmie," another woman drawled, walking out of the back hall with blazing hands that did not burn, though she herself was standing in pure sunlight filtering in from broken windows that kept him back. "Just leaves the old man."
Thaddeus stared incredulously at her.
"Shego!"
"What about it, old man. You going to come quiet? Or do we get…..nasty," the woman smiled in a very unnerving fashion.
He had heard of her for years, of course. But seeing Shego was far different from hearing about her. Then something struck him.
"How? How do you resist the sun? How do your hands burn without burning? What magic is this," he demanded.
"My kind," Kim smiled even as something on her chirped cheerfully. "What have you got, Wade?"
"Just as I surmised," the voice came from her apparent watch. "The serum would have to be tailored to individual metabolisms. I can't craft a universal anti-serum. Still, it looks like it is working on Deacon, and since this guy is directly related to Deacon, the sample you have should work on this guy."
"That's all I needed to know," Kim said.
The redhead's other hand moved, and even in spite of his reflexes, he realized he couldn't move fast enough to evade the dart now embedded in his size.
"Don't worry, old man," Shego drawled, her hands no longer blazing. "You're about to have a serious change of life. You might even like it. That is, if you don't mind prison!"
"Prison? You would turn one of your Elders over to Norms," he spat as he jerked the dart from his side, and eyed it.
"No, we wouldn't," Kim smiled thinly as she walked forward, daring his strength. "But in about twelve hours, you are going to be a Norm. Get it?"
"Impossible. You cannot just….."
Thaddeus staggered back, shaking his head as the glass ampoule attached to the dart shattered when it fell from his suddenly trembling hand. The empty ampoule.
"What….did you…..do," he frowned, dropping heavily to his knees.
"I cured you," Kim smiled, seeing no reason to tip him to Wade beyond his simple help.
"Cured….? There is no cure for our blight," he tried to thunder, but barely made a weak rasp.
"Wanna bet," Shego grinned. "Guess what, old man. I haven't had a single drop of blood in over two days now. Two…..days."
She smiled down at him, and looked positively vital, and feral.
"You….lie," he spat.
Then fell flat on his face.
"Now, that just looks silly," Shego complained, the old man in dated finery laying on his face his bottom still in the air since he had been kneeling when he passed out.
"Shego," Kim complained when the woman kicked Thaddeus, causing him to roll over to land sprawled on his back.
"What? I was making him comfortable. You know, sparing his dignity, or...something," she smirked less than innocently.
Kim sighed.
"Right. I give Jack's guys about five minutes before they decide to run, or attack."
"Which would you bet on?"
"Fifty/fifty. These guys don't get paid unless they at least try. Unfortunately, some of them are just stupid enough to try for that money," Kim admitted.
The shouts of men approaching the house could be heard even as Kim spoke.
"You know, I really hate it when you're right," Shego grumbled, and pulled the door closed on Thaddeus to let him sleep. The sun could still hurt him, and even she wouldn't condemn someone to that torment.
Well, no one except Deacon. But she never got a chance to leave him out in the sun.
Too bad.
"C'mon, boys," Shego shouted, running to meet the first of the Henches pouring into the receiving hall to stare at the unconscious staff, and guardians. "I'm still ready to play!"
Kim only stood beside her where Shego stopped to grin at the stunned men, and flexed her fists.
A full third of the men in the door turned and bolted at the sight of her.
The others charged.
KP
"Where have you been," Dr. Director demanded when Kim finally called her again well after dark.
"Busy," Kim grinned. "Just letting you know, I'm bringing in two prisoners."
"You put another fifteen men in ICU this afternoon when you attacked someone's house. Their house," she complained. "Want to explain that one?"
"Not a house," Kim countered. "A hideout. I'm bringing in the renter now. We had to….question him first. Turns out, he's part of a father-son assassination ring that has been killing their way across the globe for years."
"The blood-drinkers? And you caught them?"
"Both of them. Don't worry, they've been neutralized," Kim added.
"Dr. Bortel says that can't be done."
"Well, he'd know," Kim sighed. "I mean, no one knows less about…. I mean more about science…."
"Kimberly," Betty grumbled.
"I'm just saying, the blood-bit was a cliché they used to mark their kills. They aren't vamps, or anything like them. You can see yourself when I drop them off. I'm inbound now. See you in…..fifteen."
"I want your report…..!"
"I'll drop you somewhere first," Kim told Shego as she snapped off the communications panel. "Anyplace you want to go?"
Shego glanced around.
"You can drop me here. I need to go check in with the Elder, anyway. Tell him about the offer you made. And assure him you're not a threat to…..us."
"Shego, you aren't really one of them now. Not any more," Kim told her as she slowed the car, and pulled over to the curb.
Shego gave her a curt chortle.
"Face it, Kimmie. Whatever I am, I'll never be a Norm again."
"So who wants to be normal," Kim grinned at her. "Stay in touch," she asked.
"Maybe. I'll see you around," Shego shrugged.
"Count on it. You know, I really wouldn't mind a real date," she said suggestively.
"Jeez, you're nuts," Shego accused.
"Me? Look, tell the Elder the offer is legit, and will only go through me, or Wade. No one else. We won't be sharing. Not details. Not names. Nothing. Okay?"
"I'll tell him. I just can't promise how he will react."
"No, I know that. Just let him know he can trust us."
"All the same, you watch your own back. Don't forget, that Dementor freak you mentioned is still out there," Shego reminded her.
"And dozens more just like him. No big, it's what I do. Stop freaks," she grinned.
"And me?"
"You're not a freak, Shego. You were someone that needed help. And that is what I do, too. Help those that need it. Especially if they're cute," she grinned.
"Gah! Grow up, Princess," Shego growled, and climbed out to slam the door behind her.
"Hey, Shego? Gotcha," she grinned as Shego growled again, and only glared as Kim drove off, the sound of her laughter still ringing in Shego's ears.
Did nothing bring that nut down?
Shego glanced around, found her bearings, and headed down the street to her own destination. She and the Elder had a lot to talk about. She just hoped she could be convincing, because she knew how some of those real old-timers thought. If they thought someone was somehow 'threatening' them, they wouldn't hesitate to take out Kimmie.
Or, take her on.
After tonight, though, she wasn't going to lay odds on someone beating her. Not easily.
Except, maybe, someone like this helmeted clod Wade told her about.
She considered that, and then kept walking, pointedly ignoring the people that stopped to stare at her as she walked openly down the street for one of the few times in her life in her less than normal life.
KP
Kim let the agents drag out the two Dravens from the back of the car where they were bound. She had let Wade restore Deacon only after it proved he was normal again. And while the two assassins still had their fangs both in place, an experiment by Wade proved they not only didn't need blood now, they couldn't drink it. Both had gotten genuinely ill trying.
A very powerful UV lamp also proved that they now didn't need to fear the sun.
They had become, in essence, ordinary humans again.
Humans facing the law for their many crimes that Wade's discreetly tailored data now put at their own door.
Twenty minutes after reaching GJ headquarters, Kim finally filed her official report. The Upperton police chief called her only a few minutes after the report was transmitted to express his gratitude for her service to the city.
Five minutes later, she was called into Betty's office, and the one-eyed woman just stared at her, and then growled, "Now, tell me the truth."
To Be Continued…