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 3

Story Copyright © Dale W. Robbins (crimsonhawk)

"Aaaaaaand, that should do it," Dr. Flynn Feasible remarked as he pulled the syringe from Shego's arm.

"That's it?" Shego asked dubiously. She brought her hand up to hold a gauze pad in place over where the needle had been. "Just that little bit of blood?"

"You have no idea how much DNA is in just this one sample," Feasible replied, gazing at the syringe. "I'll be able to test out a hundred different theories with just this."

Shego rose a brow to that. "A hundred different theories… for what?"

Feasible paused and turned to Shego. "For… combining your DNA with Kimberly's to produce a viable embryo?" He then sighed. "You still don't trust me, do you?"

"You've only been here a week, Doc," Shego confessed, standing up. "Plus the whole idea of DNA stuff and cloning and all that? It gives me the heebie-jeebies. Just because Drewbie blindly trusts you and Kimmie is holding out a lot of hope on you doesn't mean I have to jump onto the bandwagon right this second, too."

Feasible glanced at Shego's blood sample one more time before storing it into a nearby refrigerated unit. "Fair enough. I knew I would need to work to earn your trust."

"What do you even get out of this, anyway?" Shego asked. "I mean, your salary is nice, don't get me wrong. I'm pretty sure Wade made sure of that. But you could be getting paid even better working on something like… you know… the cure for AIDS or something."

"Actually…," Feasible mused, almost distantly. "What if I took what I learned here about customizable DNA manipulation and applied it later in research such as cancer and AIDS reversal? Or even prevention?"

Shego started to open her mouth, but couldn't find the words. Honestly, that response had taken the wind straight out of the sails of Shego's argument about Feasible not having a self-serving motivation.

"You have to understand, Shego," Feasible continued. "Not only do I have to figure out how to successfully retro-engineer your DNAs so that one of your samples carries the male side of the DNA infrastructure, I have to engineer a delivery system so we can successfully inseminate the other person's egg. Impregnating an egg without a sperm is… tricky, to say the least."

Shego shook her head to clear it of the fog that suddenly settled into her brain. "I thought you were just going to test tube a clone or something."

"What?" Feasible gasped, spinning around to glance at Shego. "Kimberly's instructions to me were very clear on that point. We're trying to find a way for one of you to carry a natural child using both of your DNAs and not any from a surrogate father. She made it very clear that we would not be exploring cloning as an option."

Shego breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I was worried…."

"Well, go talk to that beautiful wife of yours and get all of your worries cleared up," Feasible said, walking over to a computer terminal. "I have a lot of work ahead of me, now that I have both of your samples."

"Good idea," Shego smirked. "Oh, and Doc?"

"Yes?" Feasible replied, glancing up at Shego.

"Thanks for all the hard work," Shego muttered softly before striding briskly out the door.

Feasible smiled, shook his head, and chuckled before glancing back down at the computer terminal he had just been studying.


Kim and Shego laid on a bear skin rug in front of an open fireplace. Steaming cups of hot cocoa sat nearby as the two of them snuggled under a heavy stitched quilt. Soft music played from a stereo near the far wall. And a heavy rainstorm could be heard outside of the cabin they were in.

"This is so nice," Kim mused as she shifted to settle further into Shego's arms.

"You got that right," Shego smiled, adjusting her head on the pile of pillows that was propping her up.

"I'm surprised the rest of the team hasn't complained about how you and I abuse the holographic training room for things like this," Kim laughed.

"What are they going to do? Fire us?"

Kim laughed. "Good point."

Shego smirked at that. "I knew you'd see it my way, Princess."

"Although," Kim said, pausing. "Sheila, why did you add that rainstorm to the program?"

"It…," Shego began, an innocent tone to her voice. "It seemed like a nice touch?"

Kim shook her head and chuckled, settling back into Shego's arms again. The two laid there for a while, just enjoying the moment, the feel of each other's arms, and the peace and quiet of the surrounding. It was perfect.

After a bit, though, Kim spoke. "So, what should we name her?"

"Her?" Shego asked, glancing down at Kim. "You really that sure it's going to be a girl?"

"It's basic science, Sheila," Kim sighed. "You're a girl. I'm a girl. Neither of us is a guy. There's no DNA between the two of us to make the child a guy."

Shego laughed softly. "What if being a guy is a recessive gene? Sorta like being a redhead?"

"Hey!" Kim snapped playfully before smacking Shego lightly on the arm. "Meanie!"

"Ow!" Shego hissed, flinching. "Careful there, Princess. That's the arm your Harlequin Romance boyfriend stuck with his Needle o' Doom."

"Oh, sorry," Kim fretted, leaning back to kiss the offended arm gently.

"Besides, didn't you order him to do this all natural-like? No cloning and stuff?"

"I sure did," Kim agreed. "I know you hate cloning and I wanted this to be OUR child, with all the joys and pains that comes with that."

"Then wouldn't he want to set it up to where all the possibilities were, well, possible?" Shego inquired, starting to stroke Kim's hair.

"Good point," Kim admitted, settling back down into Shego's arms.

"So…," Shego began, musing.

"So…," Kim agreed. "What're we going to name her?"

Shego sighed. "You're impossible."

"No," Kim chuckled, grinning evilly. "I'm…."

"…divorced if you finish that statement," Shego growled.

"Yes, ma'am," Kim snorted, fighting very hard to keep from laughing.

Shego breathed heavily and leaned her head back. "What are the options?"

"Well, we could give her elements from each of our names?"

"Like, a combination of Kim and Shego? Kishe? Imgo? Imshe? Ki..."

"Good point. All those sound silly."

"Kim And Shego, Yo!"

"The pain I would inflict on you would make Hell itself look like a luxury vacation, Sheila Marie Possible."

"Hehehehe!"

Kim sighed as she pondered options in her mind.

"Body parts?"

Kim glanced up at Shego incredulously. "Body parts?"

"Sure! There's gotta be options there."

Kim scrunched her face up in confusion before it relaxed into a brightened expression. "Tina!"

"Tina?"

"Yeah, Tina. T-and-A? Tina?"

Shego's eyes crossed as she stared at her wife in utter disbelief. "Well, we all know where your mind is right now. No, goofball, I was thinking of something… cleaner. You know, start at the leg and work up?"

"Huh?"

"Sure! Why not? Thigh? Calf? Knee? Ankle? Shi…?"

"Okay, let's get serious here," Kim muttered, laying her head onto Shego's busom. "We can give the poor child all the goofy nicknames we want to later. But let's give her a real name first."

"I still like the idea of combining our names together," Shego admitted. "Kishe has a nice ring to it."

"We are not misspelling an egg dish just to name our child something unique," Kim growled.

"Okay, okay," Shego laughed, holding her hands up. "Going into serious mode here."

"We could give her our middle names," Kim suggested.

"Both of our middle names?" Shego asked.

"Passing names down is something of a family tradition," Kim explained, looking up at Shego. "My middle name is my mother's first name. The Tweebs have our father's name… one has his first name and the other has his middle name."

"So we name our kid Marie Anne Possible?"

"Well," Kim paused, pondering the point. "Hmmmmm."

"What's on that beautiful brain of yours, Freckles?"

"I also kinda wanted to give our child her own name," Kim confessed. "I mean, we can still give her both of our middle names. Children with two middle names isn't all that uncommon anymore. But I wanted to give her a first name she could call her own. You know, like how my mom gave me the name Kimberly?"

"Good point," Shego agreed, glancing at the fire. "We'll think of something, I'm sure. But we still have plenty of time. Let's enjoy this fire while we still have wood."

"We're in the training room…," Kim reminded Shego.

"Hey, work with me here," Shego grinned, ruffling Kim's hair.

Kim chuckled and then settled contentedly back into Shego's arms.


The young Japanese man stood resolute in front of the rows of children in front of him. They stood in a monastery and the children all wore white igabakama uniforms. The man wore a white igabakama uniform, as well. But unlike the white belts that all of the children wore, the man wore a black belt.

"Welcome to the Yamanouchi School of Taijutsu," the man stated to the children. "My name is Hirotaka and I am the Ranking Sensei here, second only to the Master Sensei himself. You have all chosen a very difficult but very rewarding path to become taijutsu masters… and perhaps more. But, for today, we will start with teaching you how…."

As Hirotaka spoke, a shrieking sound, not unlike that of a supersonic object flying through the air, rang out. Before anyone could react, the object in question streaked past Hirotaka, causing the man to stumble forward. The object skidded across the ground, leaving a gouge in the soil behind it, before smashing violently into a storage shed nearby.

Hirotaka straightened up and stared at the shed incredulously. "We… we will start with teaching you how to survive crashing into the ground like a flying comet."

After Hirotaka spoke, the shed collapsed completely onto itself, kicking up dust in the process.

"Nothing could have survived that," one of the children dared to breath.

Hirotaka drew a shinobigatama from its sheath on his back and began to step warily towards the shed. "First lesson of a Yamaouchi taijutsu master: Never underestimate the impossible."

As Hirotaka approached the shed, one of the surviving panels gave way and a woman emerged from the rubble. She wore a black igabakama uniform, although it used fishnet stockings in place of loose leggings and revealed copious amounts of cleavage. Her tabi split-toed boots sheathed her legs to above the knees and she wore a shinobizukin mask that hid only her lower face. She held a naginata in her hand… although it sparked with miniature arcs of electricity and the blade itself had a pale blue glow and seemed embedded with circuitry.

What struck Hirotaka the most about the woman, however, was the fact that her otherwise raven black hair had a shock of blonde just over the right eye. And it did not look like it had been dyed like that.

The children all gasped at the sight of the woman emerging from the wreckage of the shed. Finally, one of them yelled, "Wow! A real kunoichi ninja!"

"Silence!" Hirotaka commanded. He then turned to face the kunoichi, holding his shinobigatama towards her. "Identify yourself, woman. You stand on the sacred grounds of the Yamanouchi Ninja Clan."

"I… I do?" the kunoichi asked unsteadily, glancing around. "I do! Yes! It worked!"

Hirotaka rose a brow to that. "What… worked…?"

"My… my name is…," the kunoichi muttered, stumbling forward and leaning onto her naginata. Hirotaka skipped backwards deftly in response. "My name… is… Oni… and I come… seeking…."

With that, Oni collapsed onto the ground.

Hirotaka carefully stepped towards the woman. "Oni? Are you truly an oni? What sort of woman could survive a trial such as this? What do you seek?"

Hirotaka then turned to the children. "Matsuko! Saya! Gather up this kunoichi and take her to the infirmary. I must consult with Master Sensei. The rest of you, practice the kata that I…."

"I will be taking the woman now, thank you very much."

Hirotaka spun to glance up at the top of the nearby wall where the mysterious new voice had come from. Standing there, in an odd, violet and dark green variation of a gi uniform, was a large green-skinned man. He must have stood over eight feet in height, rippling with muscles. His flowing, dark green hair flowed in the wind that suddenly picked up in the area. His yellow eyes glared down at Hirotaka.

"What if I were to say that this woman is now under my protection, intruder?" Hirotaka growled, settling into a fighting stance and readying his shinobigatama.

"Then I would say that you have honorably incurred the wrath of Warstryk, insolent fool," the large man declared, reaching over his shoulders and drawing two, inhumanly large nine-ring sword into view.

Hirotaka narrowed his eyes in resolution as Warstryk leapt down onto him.


"Hurry up, imbeciles!" the short man in Teutonic armor screamed as henchmen scurried out of the bank vault with large, heavy sacks in their arms. "Ve vill run behind schedule ont zen ve vill get caught! Vun does not rob a Sviss bank every day! Hurry! Hurry!"

"We're hurrying as fast as we can, Professor Dementor!" one of the henchmen declared as he emerged from the vault.

"Silence!" Dementor screamed. "I pay you to do as you are told, not to speak! Hurry!"

The offending henchman ducked his head shamefully and bolted past Dementor with his sack securely in his arms. Dementor growled impatiently to himself at the sight and turned back to the vault, intent on berating more of the henchmen.

His thoughts were interrupted when a shrieking sound, not unlike that of a supersonic object flying through the air, cut through. Both henchmen and cash went flying in all directions when something suddenly crashed through a nearby wall and streaked straight through into the vault, impacting the far wall with a boom.

Dementor gazed into the vault incredulously, his shoulders limp, and blinked twice before a figure suddenly zipped up behind him.

"Um, excuse me," the figure inquired politely.

Dementor, still in shock at the sight of the cometing object crashing into the vault, turned to look upon the figure behind him. It was a green-skinned man, standing over eight feet tall, with an athletic build and a spandex suit of violet and dark green. He wore dark green protective goggles and had his dark green hair cut quite short.

Dementor blinked twice again at the sight of the large man.

"You, um, you wouldn't have happened to have, uh, seen a girl fly by here, would you?" the man asked carefully.

Dementor blinked twice again.

"Faarlok got your tongue?" the man asked, concern in his voice.

"W-Who…?" Dementor asked finally, stammering. "Who…? Who… are you?"

"Oh! Where are my manners?" the man laughed. "The name's Warpoth. I'm here to collect the girl I think flew into here. She may be a little bit worse for the wear, though. She was, kinda, uh, not moving under her own volition… you know?"

Dementor carefully pointed behind himself, towards the vault.

"Oh, good!" Warpoth smiled. "I knew you were a helpful chap. Now all I gotta do is…."

Suddenly, a loud boom rang out from the vault and more henchmen came flying haphazardly out of the room, as if thrown by a violent explosion. The vault door, finally having received enough collateral damage, flopped firmly onto the floor in front of it.

"Oh, snap," Warpoth breathed, bracing himself. "She's awake."

"Vat?" Dementor stammered as he stared into the vault in disbelief. "How could anyvun survive zat landing?"

"She's the Perfect Weapon, that's how," Warpoth explained.

A lithe, petite figure emerged from the vault. Barely over five feet tall, the woman was dressed in ragged robes, as if walking straight out of a post-apocalyptic desert movie. Her features were almost completely hidden in the hood and scarf that she wore. A ragged cloak whipped in an imaginary wind behind her.

Her two eyes, the only features that Dementor could see, glowed an eerie, hellish green. Even more disconcerting, in Dementor's mind, was the fact that one eye was a lighter shade of green than the other. It gave her an air of mental instability, in his opinion.

Dementor was startled when the woman flexed her hands and a greatsword made of pure green flame burst into being within her grip.

"MEEP!" Dementor gasped.

"Don't worry," Warpoth assured. "I'm so on this."

Warpoth burst into a blur of superspeed motion, darting at supersonic speed off to one side of the room and then back towards the vault. He tried to blindside the woman with the greatsword.

But it failed. The woman, this Perfect Weapon, glanced at Warpoth just as he was going to make contact, stretched out one hand, and sent Warpoth hurtling past her in a bouncing, painful heap. It was as if Warpoth had ran into some sort of invisible bubble around the Perfect Weapon and rebounded.

"Mein Gott," Dementor breathed quietly.

"Not out of the fight yet!" Warpoth declared painfully, trying to right himself. "That was just Round One! Is that all you got, you little bitch?"

The Perfect Weapon growled at Warpoth before starting to rise into the air. Two more flaming greatswords appeared, floating around her. The three greatswords spun around her in equidistant formation while the wind around her picked up to gale force speeds. Green flames licked through the air around her as if propelled by the winds. The Perfect Weapon rose to the top of the room and she glared down at Warpoth.

Dementor trembled at the sight. "You NEVER ask questions like zat, imbecile!"

Warpoth grit his teeth in determination as he glared back up at the Perfect Weapon.

[END CHAPTER THREE]