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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

6

Kim had been more than a little stunned when the super-computers in Kal-El's beyond impressive fortress had informed her that she could not have children. Not with a human. Her DNA was already too different. Too complex.

It also informed them that her DNA was being energized by Kal-El's Kryptonian heritage passed on to her, but that she also possessed at least a degree of her mother's impressive psionic gifts, because her mind was obviously starting to wake up, too. She guessed she would have to learn to use those gifts as they strengthened, or so her biological father told her.

He also gave her the gift from Martha. A gift in the form of a costume.

Or uniform.

Depending on how she wanted to consider it.

It was a simple, blue jumpsuit with a golden El crest on the front, and a shorter, stylized gold cape attached. The blue was broken only by a golden boots, and a matching belt around the middle that could be used for the usual purposes. It had been Martha's first, and last gift to her, as Kal told her when he presented it that while he would be proud of her if she chose to use it, that it was her choice.

He also informed her that saying anything about her past, or parentage, would be her choice, too, and he would respect that, too. After all, he pointed out, he was not only hero running around of late wearing his particular sigil.

She kept the uniform in a backpack she carried just now, but as she sat on the bed that morning, she was seriously considering what to do next.

One thing she had decided, though, was that she had to tell Ron.

Shego was right.

He was still her friend.

He had been there from the start. Supporting her. Even saving her life on more than one occasion.

True, she couldn't help but grin at old memories now, he could be more than a little silly, and had often got them in over their heads at times, but he had always been there. Always been ready to do whatever he could. He had even been ready to give his life at times.

She couldn't turn her back on that.

Or him.

Still, Global Justice was something that had to be addressed, too.

When she had taken off from Kal's fortress, told she could return to use its facilities at any time if she wished, she had gone out blindly, just flying, and staying away from everyone.

Then she focused, and as Kal had shown her, she began to hone her senses to the point she could narrow a search for the woman she sought. The one woman, she ironically felt would tell her the truth in no uncertain terms.

She considered what Shego had told her the night before, and eyed her backpack.

Ten minutes later, she came out of her room, and stood behind Shego who was making breakfast for the both of them.

The woman turned as if sensing Kim standing there, and gaped at her.

"Whoa," the woman said, eyeing Kim standing there in the striking blue uniform with the short, golden cape. "Quite the fashion statement, Princess. Sure you want to wear that one in public?"

"It was a gift. And it is one that I felt…..has to be earned."

"Earned," Shego frowned.

"Yes," Kim nodded. "And I can't earn it by hiding."

Shego's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Something tells me you wouldn't be very good at hiding anyway, Kimmie," she told her.

"Coffee," Kim asked, eyeing the pot with a smile now.

"It's just about ready. How do you like your eggs? Still hard?"

"Any way you like," Kim told her. "I'm not really picky."

"I just remembered….."

"Yeah, I favored them hard when I still lived at home because I was always running. They made better sandwiches that way," Kim admitted.

"Yeah, I can see that," Shego shook her head, and turned back to the sizzling pan. "Sit down, and I'll have everything ready in just a sec," she told her.

"I really appreciate you talking with me last night," Kim told her. "It helped."

"Miracles do happen," the older woman quipped.

"I'm serious," she told the sardonic woman. "I had a lot on my mind, and couldn't seem to get it…..straight in my head. Talking to you, strangely enough; well, I felt you could help. I was right."

"I'm glad I could help. So, are you about to join the big capes?"

"I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't really fit. But I do think I'm going to keep helping people as best as I can," Kim told her. "Just in my own way."

"I'm guessing right now that you can do one heck of a lot more than you used to do, Kimberly," she stunned the redhead by using her name.

Kim sat at the table, and stared up at her.

"What," the green-skinned woman sputtered at her expression.

"I think I can count on one hand how often you've used my name without nicknames."

"I'm just being serious. I do think I still know you," she said, turning to set two plates on the table. Both filled with eggs and bacon. She then poured two fresh cups of coffee, and put them before the plates.

"And," Kim asked her, watching her put toast on a saucer before she sat down, too.

"And I'm really glad I retired before you chose to step up like your sidekick."

"I'm glad you're out, too. But Dr. Director seems to think you're still in."

"She would, wouldn't she," Shego told her quietly, and lifted her mug to sip from it.

"I don't," Kim told her quietly.

Shego set her cup down, and lifted her fork.

"Thanks. Your trust means a lot, Princess," Shego smiled.

"You have it. And don't worry. I won't tell anyone where you're staying."

"Just one question," Shego asked her as they began to eat. "How did you find me?"

"Well, I flew over the planet, and just started…..looking. And listening. My senses seem to be growing exponentially, too. And honestly," Kim smiled at her. "I mostly just….felt you."

"Felt me," Shego sputtered.

"It's hard to describe. My mother was apparently a psionic powerhouse. I guess I got some of that, too, because the closer I got, the more I seemed to feel your presence. It's like….we were linked."

"Linked," Shego frowned. "Kimmie, you do know you're sounding a bit….."

"I'm serious, Shego," Kim told her, pausing to take a long gulp of coffee. "I think I have some kind of empathy, and for whatever the reason, it let me zero in on you."

"Yep. Suddenly I'm really glad I got out," the woman sighed, eyeing Kim over the rim of her own cup as she took a sip of the steaming beverage.

"So am I, Shego," Kim smiled at her.

"I get the feeling the same old song and dance is about to get a lot harder for some of your rivals out there."

Kim only smiled at that one.

KP

"Wade, is Ron ready?"

"He's out at the Lookout waiting for you now," Wade reported over the new Kimmunicator she had designed, and let him build.

One that was based on the Leagues transceivers made to fit into her ear so no one could see it, or guess she still had a super-genius on tap to help her out if necessary. That, and it occurred to her that using her new strength, a wrist-Kimmunicator wouldn't last too long on her arm.

Just then, she was flying high over the mountains, and scanning the ridges as she did, knowing that GJ, and the usual agencies were still out in force looking for a certain redheaded fugitive they had yet to actually admit they were now hunting.

After all, even they might be hard-pressed to explain how Kim Possible, world-saving heroine, had suddenly gotten on their bad side.

She flashed down over the mountains near Middleton now, speeding up as she closed in on her rendezvous when she heard a scream.

She acted instinctively, and flew down just in time to catch a falling teen who instinctively clung to her even as she realized she had stopped falling.

"Don't worry, I've got you," Kim told her, flying back up the sheer cliff, and waving at the two men in the climbing party that were gaping at her as she carried their friend up past them to the plateau just overhead.

The blonde stared, mouth working soundlessly as Kim set her down after landing on the high ridge just above the other two climbers.

"Are you all right now?"

The blonde just nodded jerkily, still gaping at her.

"Heather," one of the climbers shouted as he reached the lip of the plateau by then, and scrambled up. "Thank God, I thought you were…. Who are you," the young man turned to stare at her.

"Kim Possible," she told her. "And you should be more careful. It looks like that rope was badly frayed, and that's why it snapped under her weight. If you're going to climb, which is a lot of fun," she said as the other climber now reached the plateau, "Always make sure your gear is in good shape first," she advised.

"Uh, yeah," the lanky man said as Kim rose into the air, waved back, and flew off.

"I didn't know she could fly. She really can do anything," the blonde exclaimed, speaking only then.

Kim smiled at hearing that, turned, and arched over the mountains toward the Lookout where Ron would be waiting.

Time, she felt, to do things her way again.

And that meant trusting her best friend.

KP

Ron stood near his motorcycle, feeling as if he were still out of a very serious loop.

He shivered in spite of the leather jacket he wore over a simple blue shirt that matched his jeans. Ninja black was more for missions of late, and seldom public missions. He favored going casual even now, and felt it was a better way to blend in than always hiding in shadows like some of his fellow monkey-ninja seemed to do.

Of course, they also did it better than he did even now.

He glanced around again, and sighed.

Was Kim coming, or what?

When Wade finally told him Kim wanted to meet him somewhere away from any possible eyes or ears, he still wasn't sure what was going on. Wade was still being super secretive, and Kim had apparently just vanished so completely he would almost think she had been doing ninja training, too.

Not that she wasn't good, but so far as the monkey-master knew, KP had never studied at a ninja school.

He looked around again, and sighed as he glanced at his watch.

"She's late," he muttered dourly.

"No, I'm not," Kim retorted.

Ron spun around, but didn't see anyone around him.

"Okay, now I'm hearing…..things," Ron trailed off as a familiar figure dropped out of the sky in front of him wearing a blue and yellow battle-suit. Or, he guessed it was a battle-suit.

"Kim?"

"Like the new suit," Kim grinned, and smiled at her longtime friend, and former occasional boyfriend as he stood gaping at her.

"KP," he just stared, eyeing her incredulously. "I know you say anything is possible for a Possible, but… How did you do that," he almost shouted.

Kim smiled, and looked around herself now.

No one for miles.

"We obviously need to talk," Kim told him.

"Uh, yeah," Ron exclaimed. "You're running away from everyone, and even your mom is going nuts. I think your dad is really worried, too. I mean really worried. He has been sitting at home for days."

"Oh. I do need to get back and talk to them, too. I just wanted to clear up things with you, first."

"What…..things," he frowned. "Is this about why GJ is trying to catch you?"

"Something like that."

"Oh, man. Was Monique right? Did you run off to join Shego in crime?"

Kim sighed.

"You and Monique really need to find something more to talk about than what I'm doing," Kim said, rolling her eyes. "Especially when the topic is ridiculous."

"So, you're not joining Shego as an evil partner-in-crime," he asked, looking confused again.

"Ron, even Shego's not doing evil any more. She's trying to live an honest life now."

"So, why is she still hiding?"

"Oh, I don't know," Kim shrugged. "Maybe because of all the Global Justice agents still trying to frame her, so they have an excuse to drag her back in?"

"Oh. Yeah. That could do it," he allowed. "But, seriously, why are they after you? And how are you suddenly flying?"

She almost smiled at the familiar look of confusion on his face.

"Ron, I need to be honest with you. I owe you that. Still, you cannot ever, and I mean ever, tell anyone else about what I say. Please," she smiled.

"KP," he scowled. "I would never do anything that would cause you trouble," he protested.

Kim only sighed at that.

"Okay, people are going to ask, and what I'm going to tell them is Wade perfected a spanking new suit that lets me fly, and…..do a lot more things."

"But…that's not the truth," Ron intuited.

"No. It's not. The truth is, Ron. I'm not human."

"You really mutated? What? Are you a flying zombie now," he gasped, studying her more carefully.

Kim sighed again.

"Ron, focus. The truth is, I was never human. Not really."

Ron frowned at that one.

"C'mon, KP. I've known you since preschool. You're as human as…..as.…"

Kim kept shaking her head.

"Let me tell you a story. Only I mean it. You can't share. You could get everyone in trouble if you do. I'm guessing someone in GJ knows, though, and that's why they're really after me."

"Because you mutated?"

Kim sighed again.

"My parents," she said quietly, looking down the slope toward Middleton. "Ron, they're not my real birth parents. You could say…..I'm unofficially adopted."

"Really? So you got experimented on, and that made you…..?"

"Let me start over," she told him with growing exasperation. "I guess it'll help if I tell you how my parents, my birth parents, er, got together."

Ron nodded, and listened.

And his brown eyes got wider and wider as Kim continued to share.

"So," Ron finally murmured. "You're a real alien?"

Kim nodded.

"And….a Cape? A real Cape," he exclaimed, looking excited again. "A hero!"

"Ron, we were always heroes," she told him, not bothering to share that Shego had recently reminded her of that one. "This doesn't change who, or what I am. Or intend to be."

"Okay. Okay. I get it. So, is Team Possible still together," he asked now.

"I'd like to think so. Only we won't be using GJ anymore. If at all. I kind of tossed my badge in Dr. Director's face."

"Coolio," he grinned, sounding more like himself again. "Wish I could have seen that."

"No. You don't. That was right before she ordered me brought in."

"Oh. Right. I can see where they might not want to let a super-powered alien run off."

Kim arched one brow, and eyed him.

"Seriously, Ron? That's how you see me now?"

"Well, you did just say you are….. I mean, that is, you're still you, but you're a new you. The super-powered alien you, that is, still the you that you were, but now you….."

"Ron, just stop," Kim shook her head, trying not to laugh just then.

Ron, she suspected, was never going to change.

"Look, if you still want to work with me, I'd be glad to have my BFF since forever with me. Just, keep all this quiet for now. At least, until I can figure out how to manage it. Okay?"

"No big," Ron grinned. "The Ron-Man still has your back….."

"Just remind the Ron-Man to keep his mouth shut," Kim drawled, "And no press conferences this time," she added, knowing his penchant to overreact.

"One time," he sputtered.

"Prince Wally? Bonnie's pregnancy? Our breakup? Need I go on," Kim asked.

"Well," the sandy-haired boy grimaced sheepishly.

"You're not even in journalism, Mr. Aluminum Chef," he was reminded. "So give the media posts a break this time. Now, I need to go."

"You're going to disappear again," Ron asked uneasily.

"No. I'm going to go see my folks, and let them know they're still my folks, and I love them," she smiled.

"Uh, wearing that?"

"Well, remember, I am using the whole new and improved 'battle-suit' as an excuse for now. So I guess I might as well let people see it."

"You don't think that'll only make them come after it? And you? Like Dementor… Oh, sorry. I mean, like….you know, bad guys that might think they can use your suit?"

"Ron, it's just….. Never mind. It wouldn't work for them. I'll see you later," she told him, rising off the ground with an ease that was becoming second-nature now.

"Wait, when will we…?"

Ron stared as Kim flew off so fast there was a faint sonic boom in her wake as she dove down toward Middleton.

To Be Continued….