ANOMALY

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. References to real life persons, places, things and events are used in a fictitious manner. I'm not making a single cent from this. Please don't sue me. Original characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains profanity, sexual situations, mature themes and violence.

CHAPTER 02: Private Dancer.

The bed springs squealed in protest as he rolled over. Brian Dominic Brotherson payed it little attention as he lay staring at the water-spotted ceiling of the cheap hotel room. The sound was familiar, comforting even, to the 300 plus pound man. It was proof he was there, that he existed. Something his uncle, the Don of the Brotherson family, usually failed to notice. At 20 years old, he should have been a rising star within the organization. A Capo at the very least. He wasn't and probably never would be.

Even his close family ties to the head weren't enough to offset the obstacles in his way. First and worst, his father had married Irish. Something not looked favorably on within the family. Secondly there was his weight. Try as he might, he couldn't lose it. The temptations culinary were just too much for him to resist. And now, as he lay sleepless, he thought of the newest thing.

He'd finally gotten his uncles attention. Unfortunately it was for the wrong reason. His uncle had been pissed when he found out the girl had taken a powder. Most of his ire was due to the $100k of gambling revenue she'd taken with her. Blame landed squarely on Brian's well padded shoulders. The order came down from on high. Find the money. Get it back within three months or else. Everyone in the family knew what the or else meant. It meant a large body of water and cement. In this case, his uncle had assured him, lots of cement.

The threat wasn't what was keeping him awake at this ungodly hour. He had more than enough money socked away to easily pay his uncle back. No, what was keeping him from a peaceful slumber was the feeling of betrayal. His mind raced back to that day. The day he'd first met her.

...Go City, 1983...

The tall buildings of the inner city kept the morning sunlight at bay. He strolled down the gloomy sidewalk. Shop owners watched him pass with trepidation. Most of them knew their turn would come soon enough. Most days he would be staring back at them. Giving them the look that said they'd better have their payment ready when he came calling. Today his attention was elsewhere. He gazed at the neatly folded bills in his hand and wondered if there was a worldwide rubber band shortage.

For the life of him, he couldn't think of any other reason for what he was looking at. The liquor store owner had made his monthly payment on time and in full. He simply couldn't figure out why anyone would secure their money together with a paperclip.

A child's voice called out as he passed by an alley. "Mister? Can you help me out? I haven't eaten in days."

He stumbled to a stop. Mentally he was cursing himself. He knew better than to walk around with cash in his hand. It was the surest way in the world to attract beggars. He looked into the garbage strewn alley and saw a skinny young girl. She was dirty and dressed in what appeared to be an overly large threadbare coat and rubber boots. Only a stubble of short red hair covered her head. It looked as if someone had shaved the kids head and it was only now beginning to grow back.

Never a generous soul, he looked away. As he started to shove the cash into his pocket, he had an idea. One of his greatest delights was screwing with people. He pried the paperclip off the money and looked back at her. "Here you go kid."

No sooner than he'd flicked the tiny piece of metal at her, it was in her hand. She'd shot out her arm and snagged it from it's flight with ease. It was so fast, he almost missed it. A bright smile appeared under her large blue eyes. "Thanks Mister!"

This was most definitely not the reaction he was expecting. There was no pitiful crying or string of curses that one would expect from a hungry street urchin. He could only stare as she turned and headed straight for a door between two overfull dumpsters. He could tell from stench the door was the back entrance to a bar. Fascinated, he watched her unfold the clip and stick it in the doors lock. The sight was too amusing for words. He knew more than a little about the business of opening locks without a key. There was no way she was going to do it with a paperclip.

Just as he opened his mouth to inform her of that little fact of life, she disappeared through the now open door. To say he was stunned would be an understatement. He stepped into the alley. The first thought that came to him was that maybe the door hadn't been locked. He quickly dismissed that notion. No bar owner in this or any part of the city would ever let that happen. Besides if it hadn't been locked, why would she have gone through the act of pretending to open it? For that matter, why would she have even been standing there in the alley asking for help in the first place?

The smell of rancid beer was beginning to make his stomach flip. His confusion and curiosity wouldn't let him leave. He kept staring at the dark opening, trying to make sense of what he knew he'd seen. The girl reappeared before he made much progress. Tucked under her left arm were a couple bags of potato chips. In her hand was a wad of money. He couldn't help noticing it was properly secured with a rubber band.

She stepped out the door and pulled it closed behind her. The smile was on her face again as she stepped right up to him. She held her right arm out. In her open, flat palm was the paperclip. "You can have this back Mister. I don't need it anymore."

He shoved his puzzlement aside. His momma hadn't raised a dummy. Standing in front of him was a child who had two qualities he could only admire. Guts and an almost unbelievable talent. New thoughts sprang into his head, profitable thoughts. His eyes went to the bags of snacks. He saw the opening he needed. "Keep it kid." He smiled down at her. "How about you let me buy you a real breakfast?"

Her hand dropped and she took two quick steps back. Her eyes widened in fear. "What do you want?"

He felt a tiny bit of relief at the reaction. She was acting like a normal child would. "No need to worry kid. I've never claimed to be the nicest person in the world, but I'm no sicko. Like I said I want to buy you breakfast. I'd also like to discuss a business proposition."

Her head tilted to the side as she mulled over his words. The smile returned. "OK."

Moments later they were walking down the street, side by side. He figured the best way to get the ball rolling was to ask questions. "So kid. Whats your name?"

...Present...

Once again the bed gave protest as he rolled over onto his side. Over the next two years, he'd gotten very little more out of her. She claimed not to remember anything about her life before a few days prior to their meeting. He did know she had nightmares about it. When pressed to remember, she became morose. Leaving it alone soon worked out to be the best way for the both of them to deal with it.

Even though she was a mystery, she was also a miracle. There was her almost instinctual grasp of the inner workings of all kinds of locks. With the minimum of tools she could open most any kind. If she couldn't, she'd figure out what she needed to do to manage it. Her manual dexterity and hand/eye coordination were extraordinary. On top of all that she was also extremely intelligent.

She took to a life of crime like a duck to water. Together, they made a mint. It wasn't all giggles and roses though. Early on he'd found she didn't care much for men. She didn't like being around them and hated to be touched by one. She couldn't explain it. Nor could she explain why she had no problem working with him. Only once did she ever treat him the same as other men. It was just after she started going through puberty.

He'd put her up in an apartment next to his. He was used to visiting her often, either to discuss a job or teaching her something new like pickpocketing. On that day he'd walked in to find her exploring the changes taking place with her body. That day he learned two new things. He learned she was faster and stronger than she seemed. He also learned what it felt like to have his arm broken in three places. She was apologetic afterward and he'd vowed to always knock before entering her apartment from then on.

Even though he still thought of her as a kid, it was obvious she was maturing. He didn't want to experience another encounter like that one. In order to save his life and limbs, he arranged to have one of his uncle's bar girls have THE TALK with her. He made himself scarce that day and afterward never asked either of them about it. Soon thereafter, the girls became friends and it became obvious he wouldn't have to worry about his little thief getting accidentally knocked up. Though he was not an intellectual giant, he did know sex between two girls did not lead to pregnancy.

All in all things were going well. At least he'd thought they were. Right up until a month ago the road ahead for them had been clear. Then it happened. She simply vanished with a hundred grand of his uncle's money. He'd tried to keep it quiet until he knew what was behind it, but everyone in the family knew about his pet thief. The summons from his uncle came too quickly for him to do any damage control.

Now here he was in some Podunk little town called Lowerton. The tiniest hint of a rumor from a fence he'd met once a few years ago was his best lead. It wasn't much and looked like an impending dead end, but it was all he had to go on.

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Anne stood at the bottom of the schools front steps. She returned Liz's wave as the girl dashed toward the line of cars on the street. Liz lost her smile and began to run faster. For a moment it puzzled Anne. Then she saw another figure emerge from the crowd of students. Though he was tall and stocky, he had the same hair and eyes as Liz. It became a race to see which of the teenagers would make it to the dark green sedan first.

The idea of having a brother was foreign to Anne. What little she knew about families came from watching TV and reading books. She knew the concept of sibling rivalry, but had no idea it could be something so extreme. No less than three times during the day she'd witnessed Liz and her brother Sheldon arguing over something or other. The first, right after Liz had introduced her to her brother, was about which of the extracurricular activities each of them picked were best. The other times seemed just as petty too. Now it seemed they were competing to see who got to sit in the front seat of the car.

Anne looked at the woman behind the wheel. She thought she could almost see the twins mother rolling her eyes at the antics of her children. Silently she cheered as Liz made it to the car first. She had to root for her new friend, besides she thought Sheldon was a bit stuck on himself anyway. As the car pulled away, Anne could see the two were once again arguing. She shifted her heavy book bag from one hand to the other and began heading down the sidewalk toward home.

She was happy that she'd made a friend so quickly. It helped make up for the loss of her first and only friend. As she walked down the sidewalk, she tried to avoid thinking of her, but it was too late. In her minds eye she could see Penny as she looked the last time she'd seen her. They'd been standing in the Go City bus station, hugging as they said their goodbyes. Neither wanted to part, but both knew their paths lay in different directions.

Brian had introduced them a little over a year ago. At the time Penny was a dancer in one of Brian's uncle's clubs. She was also a 16 year old runaway. Her father had abused her while her mother looked the other way. She'd only been on the run for a few months when she was taken in by the Brotherson family. They'd given her a fake ID and put her to work. If it hadn't been for Brian, she might still be there entertaining strange men in the dark, smoky club.

Not that Brian had any clue what he was setting in motion. The two girls soon became friends. Then they became something more. In each other they found the comfort and love neither had known before. Even as they shared the pleasure and joy of each other, they knew it couldn't last. Being part of the Mob world was a dead end street, especially for Penny. A little over a month ago, Anne conceived a plan to get them both out.

Stealing the money had been easy. Finding someone to make them new ID's was a bit harder. Anne had learned much in the time since she'd first awoke in that secret lab. She knew the organization had rivals. One of these, a young up and comer named Hench, turned out to be perfect for their needs. Once he'd found out where they got the money, he gave them a very good deal. Not only did he provide ID's, but also other documentation they'd need to start new lives.

The last had been the hardest part, saying goodbye. Staying together would have been tempting fate. So, with the remaining money divided, they each got on different buses. Penny on one going east and Anne going west. On that bus ride, Anne vowed to start a new life. A life with new friends. Ones she hoped she wouldn't ever have to give up.

Her walk down memory lane was interrupted by frantic shouts.

"Look out!"

"Hey! Duck!"

Anne quickly looked around to see what the commotion was about. She was about halfway home. Next to the sidewalk was Middleton City Park. The shouts were coming from two older boys in the park. One wore wire rim glasses and had black hair in a mullet. The other had short brown hair and eyes that seemed eerily familiar to her. Both wore school uniforms. They were waving and gesturing in her direction. A split second later she saw the reason for their frantic cries.

A small rocket was heading directly at her. She knew she had no time to get out of it's way. With a precision that seemed to come naturally to her, she swung her book bag up and into the path of the missile. The heavy books impacted with the projectile. With a bang and flash the rocket changed course directly for the ground. She could only stare at the crumpled shape as it's engine finally gave one last sputter and died.

In moments the two boys were next to her. The dark haired one dropped to his knees and picked up the rocket. He turned his eyes to her as he cradled it in his arms like a baby. "You didn't have to destroy it you know."

She was about to let him have a scathing reply when the other boy asked. "Are you OK?"

Ignoring the dark haired boy, she looked at the other one. Again she had the feeling she'd seen his eyes before. "Yes. I'm fine. It just startled me."

He smiled at her. "That's good. And it's a good thing you were carrying that bag." He glanced at the book bag. "Awww. Hey sorry. It kinda ruined it too."

She lifted and turned the bag. On one side was a scorched hole. It didn't seem like that much of a deal to her, but the boy seemed genuinely sorry about it. "It's fine. Better the bag than my head."

He shook his head. "Still..." His hands began fumbling in his pockets. He withdrew a notepad and pen. "I feel bad about it." He began scribbling on a sheet. "Here's my address. Come by tonight and I'll pay for it, OK?"

Before she could reply he stuffed the paper into her bag. She stood bemused as he turned and nudged his friend with his foot. "Come on Drew. Lets head to your place. I think I know how to fix the stabilization problem."

The boys took off through the park. She watched them go and wondered if they knew they were being rude by not saying goodbye, or if they were just that absent minded. A few seconds later she concluded the latter. She reached into her bag and took out the paper. Reading the address, she noted he only lived about a block away from her place. While his friend seemed a bit odd, he seemed like a nice enough person.

She began walking toward home. Maybe she would visit him. Another glance at the paper allowed her to read off his name. Who knows, maybe this Jimmy Possible could be another friend.