Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all IP as it is presented in the canon animated television series is Copyright and Trademark by the Disney Company, using characters originally created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. This is a transformative fan fiction work.
THE SHADOW OF INFINITY, REBOOT – CHAPTER 2
Story Copyright © Dale W. Robbins (crimsonhawk)
"You sure you're going to be okay, girlfriend?" Monique asked. Her holographically projected face expressed genuine concern. "You know I'll BTIAJ if you call."
Kim was standing at a console in the Firebird as she spoke. "It'll be fine, Mo'. Sheila and Rufus are here and according to Wade it's only about five Bebe robots. It's nothing we can't handle."
"Well, don't forget Hego's on call tonight," Monique reminded Kim. Her expression turned very serious. "I know you don't like tearing him away from Vivian while she's still carrying, but don't put you or that beautiful green lady of yours in over your heads when you don't have to. You got me?"
Kim smiled warmly at the woman who had been her best female friend, outside of Shego herself, for the past decade. "I promise to keep Hank in mind. And I promise to be safe. You guys go have fun at the movies, now. Love you, Mo'."
"No, I love you more, girlfriend," Monique laughed, winking. "Be safe!"
"I will."
With that, Kim reached down and ended the call. Monique's holographic image fizzled out of existence. Kim then turned and gazed out towards the front of the plane, smiling softly.
Sitting in the pilot's seat, leaning back with one hand on the steering wheel, was Kim's wife of five years, Sheila Marie Possible, aka Shego. Napping lightly in the copilot's seat next to Shego was the naked mole rat, Rufus.
Kim couldn't help but admire her wife, even today. Especially today. Especially every day! It had been a long and bumpy road to where they were today, but it had all been worth it. Yes, Shego was rough around the edges… especially with her snarky tongue and less-than-diplomatic attitude. But that was part of her appeal. Shego was the dark to Kim's light, the fire to Kim's water, the dragon to Kim's tiger.
It was hard to believe that just over six years ago, the man who everyone thought would be in that spot in Kim's life died. Ron Stoppable, Kim's best male friend since kindergarten and (for all too brief a time) Kim's boyfriend, had died heroically when the villain Electronique had tried to spring a deadly trap on Kim. The emotional and social fallout of that act had nearly killed Kim. But Shego had appeared, like out of a fairy tale storybook, right when things seemed darkest for Kim. Shego nursed Kim back to both physical and emotional health, they fell in love, and together they ended the threat of Electronique permanently.
Kim shook her head softly as other thoughts entered her mind. Privately, some of her friends, including Monique herself, had expressed concerns that probably seemed perfectly valid at the time. Things between Kim and Shego had indeed progressed rather quickly, after all. Perhaps too quickly, given how recent Ron's death had been. Some individuals, particularly her former social rival, Bonnie Senior nee Rockwaller, had even gone so far as to suggest that Kim suffered from Stockholm Syndrome, given that Kim and Shego had been alone in a remote villain lair for several months at the time that Kim confessed her feelings to Shego.
But renowned psychologist and fiance to Dr. Betty Director, Dr. Stuart Pendus, probably put it best. Kim had been in love with Shego for far longer than even Kim herself had been willing to see, let alone admit. It made sense. Kim had been at a tender, young high school age during that time. That was a difficult time for anyone to wrestle with concepts like true love and sexual identity. Kim had been too busy trying to fit in with the people she felt were her peers to truly understand who she herself really was.
But here she was. With Kim at the age of 24, Shego's five year seniority was no longer quite as damning socially as it might have been back when Kim was in high school. And as an adult, Kim had a much better understanding of herself and her sexuality.
It would be forgivable to mistake Kim as bisexual, considering she'd dated both men and women in her time. But it was deeper than that. It wasn't that Kim was attracted to men or women or both in general. She was attracted to certain individuals. She had tried to be attracted to the types of men that her peers had been attracted to. But in the end, Kim found she was attracted to intelligence and self-confidence, not any particular physical attributes.
Kim had not been attracted to Ron because he was an attractive man. Hell, he had been cute, but certainly not a hunk! She had been sexually attracted to his "natural Ron-ness," his quick wit and self confidence that he all too rarely let shine through but was beyond gorgeous when he did. And Kim was neither "gay" nor even "just gay for Shego." Kim was literally sexually attracted to Shego's snarky self-confidence, her competence, and her never-say-die attitude.
"Sapiosexual" was the word Pendus had used to describe Kim. It made sense. And Ron and Shego had been the only two people who had truly met the standards that Kim had set for herself. It had nothing to do with their being a boy or a girl. It had everything to do with them being the only two people to have had everything that Kim needed.
And, somehow, Kim felt that Shego was the same way.
Kim was so lost in her thoughts, admiring her beautiful wife, that it startled her when Shego suddenly spoke.
"We're coming in for a landing, Princess," Shego declared, reaching up to punch several buttons in the console over her head. "You might want to take a seat."
"Right!" Kim said, stepping over to one of the side seats there in the passenger section of the Firebird and buckling herself in. "Sorry. I was admiring your ass."
As Shego landed the jet, she turned and rose a brow to Kim. "My ass… should be completely hidden in this chair, you doofus."
"The power of imagination, my love," Kim laughed.
"Whatever," Shego sighed, shaking her head. "We're here. Ready to get to work? Or are you too busy admiring my ass to kick robot ass?"
"I'm a woman," Kim declared, unbuckling herself and striding to the unloading ramp that was lowering in the back. "I can multitask."
"That is such a stereotype," Shego noted mirthfully, "that it sounded like a man wrote your lines just now."
"Whatever," Kim laughed. "Come on, sexy-ass, let's do this."
"Let's send these bitches to the scrap-heap," Shego agreed, grinning evilly as she punched a clenched fist into an open palm.
Shego then followed Kim off of the Firebird, with Rufus right behind her.
"The objective has been secured," one obviously-feminine silver robot declared.
"Let us prepare for departure," another robot agreed.
The lead robot stood as the four others approached her. The four were carrying a large crate as if they were pall bearers at a funeral. The lead robot then held its palms up to her sides and tensed its body. The air around it began began to whip around it like a violent wind.
"Not so fast, ladies," a voice called from nearby. "I haven't gotten my dance in yet."
The five robots turned as one to gaze in the direction of the voice. Two women stood there, confident, with a naked mole rat standing between them at their feet.
"Adversarial Organic Designates Kim Possible and Shepo have been identified," the lead robot declared. "Destroy them with all due prejudice."
"We're the ones who are going to do the…," Shego began. Then she paused. "Wait… 'Shepo'?"
"You are no longer Organic Designate Sheila Goldberg," the lead robot explained. "You are now Organic Designate Sheila Possible. Therefore, 'Shego' is no longer an appropriate contraction. 'Shepo' shall be used in its stead."
"Sheep-O?" Kim asked, glancing at her wife and biting her lip in a sad attempt to hide her smirk.
"Oh, they are begging me to go old-school on their fucking asses," Shego growled. Her eyes began to glow and eery, hellish green as the flames around her clenched hands intensified.
"Well, they are robots, my love," Kim pointed out. "They're not actually alive. You can go all-out on them… if you want to."
Shego grinned maniacally. "Have I ever told you how much I love you, Cupcake."
"Every single day, Angel," Kim smiled just before she blinked out of sight.
"Form defensive posi…" the lead robot started to order.
Before it could finish, however, a large bolt of hellish green flame blasted one of the pall-bearing robots, sending it hurtling into the wall far behind them. The other robots were scattered by the force of the blast.
If it were not for the fact that Rufus had skittered underneath and evoked a pale blue aura about himself, the crate the robots had been carrying would have smashed onto the floor. Instead, the naked mole rat deftly caught the crate… despite it being several thousands times larger than himself.
"Recover the objective!" the lead robot screamed.
Rufus, still holding the crate, took off running—quite quickly—across the room while three robots gave chase.
Two of the robots did not make it very far. Shego leapt onto one and, like a feral tiger, clawed at it with the ultra-diamond claws on her gloves. That robot collapsed piteously onto the floor as Shego ripped it apart limb by limb. The other robot was caught unawares as Kim teleported into existence on top of its shoulders and grabbed onto its head. Kim then teleported again, taking the robot's head with her and leaving the rest of its body behind. The stub of the robot's neck sparked violently before the body collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.
That left one robot chasing Rufus. Rufus ran randomly about the room, still holding the crate, as the robot chased him. However, that quickly ended when another, even larger, crate dropped onto the robot. Kim was on top of that crate, grinning impishly, as Rufus continued to run away.
The lead robot glanced all around, observing how its fellows fell one by one, before glancing back towards Shego. Shego had finished demolishing her prey and had turned to look at the lead robot. The look of a pure predator dominated Shego's eyes as she positioned herself to pounce.
"The mission is a failure," the lead robot declared. "Initiating detonation of the objective."
Shego tackled the lead robot at that point.
Rufus stopped running as he felt the crate he was holding begin to vibrate.
Kim looked up from her position on the larger crate. "Oh, no! That's an experimental tachyon propulsion system! If it explodes here…."
With that, Kim blinked out of existence.
Shego glanced up from where she was tearing apart the lead robot. "Kimmie, don't you dare…."
Kim blinked back into existence on top of Rufus' crate, grabbed onto the crate, and then blinked herself and the crate back out of existence, leaving Rufus behind.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Shego screamed. She then punched something on her Kimmunicator bracer. "Nerdlinger! Lock onto Kimmie and port her out. NOW!"
"This is Joss, Shego," came the reply from over the Kimmunicator. "Wade's on off in the loo. But I got Kim! I…."
Suddenly, the building rocked as if suffering from a major earthquake. Both Shego and Rufus stumbled for several moments before regaining their footing.
"What in tarnation was that?!" Joss' voice came from over the Kimmunicator.
"You felt that from all the way at the lair?!" Shego screamed into the Kimmunicator. "We're all the way on the other side of the Vancouver metro area! That was an experimental rocket engine exploding! And Kimmie was with it! You had better pray to God Almighty that your teenage ass was able to…."
Suddenly, Kim blinked back into existence in front of Shego. She was in a kneeling position, breathing heavily, and slightly singed. But otherwise she appeared alive and in good health.
"...grab her…," Shego finished her statement, a bit more softly.
"She was," Kim laughed shakingly before stumbling up into a standing position.
Shego ran over and scooped Kim up into a tight embrace. Kim exhaled violently from the force of the hug before chuckling and settling into it.
"Don't you ever do something like that again!" Shego ordered, holding onto the hug. "Do you hear me, Kimmie?"
"I love you too, Sheila," Kim laughed as she managed to snake her arms around Shego's waist.
"Shut up, stupid," Shego growled, placing a hand on the back of Kim's head, as if afraid that if she didn't hold on, she'd lose her again.
Kim smiled softly and sighed happily, laying her head affectionately on Shego's shoulder.
Miles above the two women, the explosion of the tachyon propulsion system was dying down. Smoke and dust was dissipating in the wind.
Unbeknownst to anyone, two objects had survived the explosion.
One object was hurtling like a comet across the sky over the Pacific Ocean, towards Japan.
The other was hurtling like a comet, as well. It was flying over the North American continent and showed no signs of slowing down.
Both objects flew out of sight as the smoke and dust of the propulsion system explosion faded away in the wind.
"The mission was a failure, my Queen," a Bebe robot reported. "Organic Designates Kim Possible and Shepo were able to neutralize the retrieval team. The team leader destroyed the objective rather than allow it to be recaptured."
The large green woman sitting in a throne-like chair nearby sighed. Even though she was nearly seven feet tall, she exhibited features that made her look very much like a teenage girl. A seven-foot tall teenage girl, but a teenage girl nonetheless. And her noble attire was unlike anything on Earth. An exquisite open-face jacket covered a one-piece leotard, sash, and thigh-high boots. A regal cloak set off the entire outfit.
"Please, for the love of the Maker, someone tell me this wasn't all for nothing," the woman pouted. "Warhad is going to have my head if…."
"Do not fret, Warlykka" a distorted, electronic voice emanated from a nearby console. "I was able to use the Bebe robots to perform a technical scan of the propulsion system. We may not have the engine at the moment, but we can build one now. Also, Phase One of the secondary objective is complete."
"That… is… so… NEBULAR!" Warlykka cooed, leaning forward. "That is going to make Warhad so happy! I can't wait to tell him!"
Warlykka stood up and strode across the room. Several Bebe robots stepped out of the way as the giant teenage girl walked past them towards the other end of the room.
"Things are going to go so quasarific!" she said, smiling. "Our plans are going to blast off and no one's going to stop us. Isn't that right, Monkey Fist?"
Bolted to the wall in front of Warlykka by metal straps at the wrists, waist, and ankles was an average-sized man with classic British features and monkey paws for his hands and feet. The man muttered something into the cloth gag wrapped around his mouth, but could not enunciate anything intelligible.
"Oh, we're going to have so much stellar fun together, Monkey Fist," Warlykka grinned maniacally as she used a finger to caress the underside of Monkey Fist's chin.
She then laughed maniacally as the Bebe robots watched on passionlessly.
[END CHAPTER TWO]
