I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Super-Girl
By LJ58
12
"We have evidence of that," General Drake demanded when the report from Middleton finally reached him, and he gaped at the events detailed inside the pages.
"It's all anecdotal, sir, but we have more than a dozen witnesses that saw Sheldon Director, AKA Gemini vainly attempt to use green Kryptonite to subdue her," Colonel Boxer told his superior. "She took it from him, and tossed it into space. Literally, tossed it into space."
The general scowled.
"So, it's looking more and more like the woman has all the powers of the Kryptonian, and yet none of his weaknesses. What the hell did that boy do to her?"
"We still aren't sure. Any samples from her recent medical exams have all vanished, or been destroyed. We don't have a clue as to what is going on with her any longer."
"Miss Possible just became a high priority target, Nolan," he told the colonel. "Get our best people on this one now. Find a way to bring her down, and harness her. Even if you have to drag her mother in here at the end of a chain," he barked. "But get me results!"
"I will get our best on it right away, sir," he assured the senior officer as he turned to leave.
"And, Nolan. Find me that boy. Before he unleashes an army of super-powered anarchists on us."
Colonel Boxer simply nodded, and left to carry out his orders.
Only they weren't the orders the commanding officer had just given him.
He retreated to a secure office, locked the door, and pulled out a small transceiver.
"Reporting. Drake has ordered capture sanctions on all assets, and their families. Be warned."
Putting the device away, Nolan Drake then went to the phone after unlocking the door, and lifted the receiver to order the recon units in Middleton to capture all predetermined targets. He said nothing about the kill orders the general had wanted on certain targets.
Frankly, even without his warning, he doubted the people out there were going to succeed. Not with the newly reactivated Team Possible all but covering Middleton like a junior League in their own right.
KP
"I'm going to make a stop before I go to Yamanouchi, but consider me on hiatus for a while," Kim told Wade as she briefed him herself.
"You're picking a bad time to walk away, so to speak," the young genius told her. "I'm not saying the others aren't capable…."
"I get it, Wade. Don't worry, I may not have to be gone long. I hope."
The young teen sighed, then faded from the monitor even she heard a knock at her door before she could return to packing, which consisted mostly of cramming things into a bag.
She turned, and asked, "Who is it?"
She was half surprised when Shego walked into her room. The woman had not left their headquarters/lair since she had brought her into Team Possible. Of course, if she took the boys' zip tunnel, she wouldn't have had to be in public, but still, this was the first time she had left the caves since her arrival.
"Shego?"
"Hey. Stoppable told me what was going on."
"You came to give me some advice?"
"Yeah. Find help fast."
"Uh, yeah," Kim murmured as Shego leaned against the wall after entering the room.
"Seriously, Princess. You know about my powers. When I first started maturing myself, I was a walking fire hazard. If I got pissed off, I mean really upset, nothing was safe. I control it now, but there was a time I slept on a steel bed, and woke up to find it had melted. Again," she added. "So, if you have the kind of power we're guessing, I'm betting you don't want to make those kinds of mistakes."
"No, I don't," Kim sighed, then looked back over at her as she paused in her packing. "I guess he told you about Gemini, too?"
"Well, yes, but let's face it, that guy was always nuts. He would piss off anyone."
"I was about to toss him into orbit. Literally. I just wasn't sure at the time if I would do it all at once, or in pieces," Kim admitted.
"Ouch," Shego grimaced.
"Yeah."
"You really want my advice?"
"You have some this time," Kim quipped, remembering that first meeting when she had instinctively gone to her.
"Same old. Just be yourself, Kimmie," Shego told her, shoving off the wall, and walking over to eye her nearly stuffed bag. "Wow, you pack like a felon on the run," she told her, and pulled everything out, and began rolling it neatly.
"What are you…?"
"Helping you out. See? You roll things up, instead of folding, or cramming, and you get more into less space."
"Oh," Kim frowned, watching her. "I'm not going to ask how you….?"
"My old girlfriend taught me," Shego murmured. "Before she left me."
"Oh, because…. You turned to crime?"
"No. Because I left crime, and didn't keep the lifestyle she enjoyed."
"Oh. I'm sorry. She sounds….shallow."
Shego shrugged.
"Stuff happens," she said.
"So, you, ah….like girls?"
"Girls. Boys. Whatever gives me a thrill? Of course, these days, there aren't many thrills left. You know, unless you count running from black ops, and thumbing my nose at the Pentagon."
Kim chuckled.
"And here I thought you would have enjoyed that one."
"Oh, I did," Shego admitted as she finished Kim's packing. "But I'm still waiting to see how it bites me in the backside. Remember, they were a condition of my parole."
"Don't worry, Wade's on it."
"Wade," Shego turned to eye her skeptically. "How is even he going to…."
"He's updating my website based on the changes I want made."
"When you say changes….?"
"Just a few suggestions. Including how Shego, so overwhelmed by my sterling example, has fully repented, and turned to aiding others at my side in an effort to completely redeem her once tarnished image."
Shego sniggered.
"Kimmie, you are still…."
"Think it's too much?"
"I think only you would think that kind of statement will convince anyone. Especially the harpy, or that loopy general."
"Well, if they read the fine print, they'll also learn we're also now all duly deputized provisional members of the League. Think they'll notice that one?"
Shego eyed her, whistling her admiration.
"You intended to throw it in their faces from the start, didn't you?"
"You know what they say about kitchens," Kim grinned.
"Keep you out of them?"
"Hey!"
"Ronald told me all about your Home Ec classes. And your last attempt at spaghetti."
"I'm not that bad now," she sputtered.
"How many microwaves have you ruined," Shego asked teasingly. "Now I know why everyone asks what you want, instead of asking you to make anything."
"Not funny, Shego," Kim grumbled.
"Sure it is," she tapped Kim's nose as her features flushed. "Besides, did you really get mad at me? Mad enough to want to do anything bad to me?"
"I….. No. Of course not," she admitted.
"I think you got pissed because that loon just really pressed your buttons. Granted, you do need to make sure you don't lose it when it counts, but I think as long as you remain true to yourself, Pumpkin, you're going to be okay. So, just go do what you need to do, and don't worry. We'll handle things till you're ready to jump back in yourself," she said, turning to zip Kim's bag, and handing it to her.
Kim eyed her, and impulsively hugged her, making her groan.
"Easy there, muscles," she huffed. "I still need to breathe!"
"Oh, sorry," Kim gasped in horror.
"Teasing, Kimmie," Shego grinned. "But, seriously, you do have a real grip now. But I'm still no slouch. We should spar when you get back. See how your skills mesh with those new powers of yours."
"That…. That would be great," Kim smiled at her now. "Thanks, Shego. I appreciate your help, too," she said, easily hefting her bag.
"Well, anyway, I did notice that Ann was right."
"About what," she frowned.
"Someone has to take care of you. You sure don't know how to do it yourself. And at your age," Shego make a tsking sound.
"Okay, now you're just being annoying."
"Then my work here is done," Shego beamed.
"Seriously, you guys be careful while I'm gone," Shego was told as Kim led the way downstairs through the currently empty house.
"Who is the adult here," Shego demanded.
"I thought we both were?"
"Jury is still out on you," Shego advised.
Kim paused at the door once they were downstairs, and glanced back at her.
"Watch it, Shego. You're pushing."
Shego only grinned.
"Want me to drop you somewhere before I jet?"
"Drop…? Uh, no. No, I'm fine. Think I'll wait on Ann, and see how her day was. Maybe watch the tube. Read a book. Something…."
Kim walked out the door laughing.
"Redheaded brat," Shego shouted after her as Kim flew off without looking back.
Shego closed the door after watching her leave, and locked the panel after arming the house security as she had seen Ann do before now.
"It's me," she said, pressing a finger to her ear to activate her own transceiver, she refused to call it a Kimmunicator, and addressed Wade. "She's just left."
"Okay, I still have trouble tracking her lately. She's getting faster," Wade actually complained.
"Yeah, yeah. So, what about my jet? Could you get my baby out of impound?"
"I managed to tap into the remote systems based on the schematics you showed me," Wade told her. "It's now parked in the team hangar next to the Kimminator."
"Right," Shego said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, you guys are as bad as Drew with your weird names."
"We only….."
"Right. I get it. Anyway, I'm going to crash here a while, and wait on Ann, like I told Kimmie. Something comes up, yell at me if I can help."
"Okay," Wade said blandly. "Just remember to activate the house secur…."
"Done."
"And they keep their tea in the…."
"I know."
"Dr. Possible, Kim's mother, won't be in until…."
"I know. I'm not Kimmie, Nerdlinger," the green woman growled back. "I don't need a babysitter. Go watch the Tweebs blow up something, or whatever. I'm good."
"All right. But if you need…"
"Bye," she said, and switched off her transceiver.
"Jeez," she complained as she headed for the kitchen. "How does Kimmie stand that nosy little twerp?"
KP
It was just after dark when Kim flew down over Gotham, and landed on a shadowy roof, studying the city. She stood there close to twenty minutes when she heard something rustling behind her, and she turned to see him rising out of the shadows, his cape blowing in the faint breeze.
"Why are you in my city, Possible," the Bat growled. "Especially dressed like that," he demanded, eyeing her distinctive costume.
"Looking for you. I would have dropped in, but I figured that might be rude since I'm not really part of your….inner circle."
"Rude? You're saying you know where….?"
"Super-senses, and increasingly keen empathic senses," Kim tapped her temple. "To be honest, I found you pretty easy once I focused. Only like I said, I didn't want to be rude."
"Really," the Bat muttered, sounding more ominous than ever. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you in my city?"
"I need your help."
"My help? From what I've seen, you've been doing adequately. Even if you are still typically sloppy in your approach."
"Sloppy," Kim sputtered. "Never mind. Look, I'm here because I'd like to ask you a favor. That's it."
"Really," the grim detective drawled again.
"Look, you're supposed to be the best detective in the world. That's the only reason I'm even here," she informed him. "I don't know what your issue with me is, and just now I don't care. We're supposed to be on the same side, or I think so. Will you help, or not?"
"Go on," Batman nodded curtly, yet to move an inch.
"You obviously know we couldn't find anything on Drake that explains his obsession with us. Ron, Wade, and I, I mean."
"I'm aware of your recent investigations. Crude as they might be."
Kim resisted the urge to dropkick the guy into the nearby bay.
She shook her head, and then pointedly looked away from him.
"You apparently don't like me. I get it. But I need your help to find out what the sitch is with this guy before he tries attacking my team again. I don't care about me. I can obviously handle myself," she declared bluntly as she turned to find him still staring at her in that same irritating fashion. "But I don't want my family, or my friends caught in that kind of crossfire. So, can you help….?"
"I'll check a few things out. No promises, but I will look," Batman told her. "As to my issue," he said, and took a step closer. "It's the same issue I have with anyone like you, Possible. You're too powerful. With no apparent weaknesses that would give ordinary people a chance against you if you went rogue."
"I would never….!"
"No? Like your friend Ronald wouldn't turn on you? Like Shego wouldn't leave her brothers, and venture into crime? Like you wouldn't turn your back on Global Justice, and thumb your nose at international law? Getting warm enough, or should I go on?"
"Yeah," Kim nodded. "You're definitely a jerk," she said, and rose up off the roof, and took off without looking back.
Batman glared after her, then turned to step off the roof, retreating into his own shadows.
KP
"…..so we can graduate in just three days if things work out," Jim was crowing as he sat with Shego, and his family at the table for supper that evening.
"Go, Wade," Tim said even as three different Kimmunicators buzzed, and Ann sighed.
"Not you, too," she sighed heavily as she heard the chirp from Shego's pocket.
"I thought I turned mine off. The kid was getting annoying," she admitted.
"Right," Tim said, and abruptly stood up.
"Tim," James asked.
"Code Red, dad. We just got a tip that general is moving on us. All of us. Shego, call Annie, and warn her to button down the cave. Jim, recheck the house. Shego, get to Ron's house, just in case. He's not answering his communicator."
"I'm on it," the woman in slacks and a blouse just then as she bolted out the back without hesitation as Jim headed to activate their house security.
"The Pentagon is really coming after us," Ann gasped.
"They apparently think they can use us as a lever to make Wade and Kim give themselves up," Tim told them as he pulled out a small PDA, and began to tap on it.
"What are you doing?"
"Alerting Wade, in case he didn't get the message."
"Wasn't that Wade," Ann asked as Tim watched the nearest window shutter itself with a heavy, steel panel as all the doors and windows were reinforced, and his PDA showed a split image of the front and back yard at the same time.
"No. It was one of my contacts. I did tell you we have a few of our own," Tim grinned.
"Good thing," Jim agreed. "House is locked up tight, and I just put all the auto-defenses on active."
"Nothing lethal, boys," James remarked, still eating as casually as ever.
"No big, dad. Even our passive defenses are more than a match for these guys. But why take chances in case they brought in a ringer."
Which was when something slammed into the house hard enough to send a thunderous echo through the entire structure.
"Someone brought a ringer," Tim told his brother, holding up his PDA.
"Call Shego. We may need her, and Ron for this one," he said as he eyed the image backing up to charge the house again.
To Be Continued…