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
14
Kim sat hovering in the middle of the small, candle-lit room, her eyes closed as she focused on nothing, and everything.
"You are still dwelling, Possible-San," the surprisingly strong voice of the ancient master of Yamanouchi chided her as if able to see into her mind. "Until you free yourself completely, you cannot find the mind beyond mind that will show you your personal truth."
Kim had taken enough martial arts to know about discipline, and meditation, but this was still pushing it in her opinion.
Okay, she had come here for help. Only, so far, all she had done was sit in this room, and meditate ten hours a day for over a week, and yet she still couldn't seem to get beyond that sense of growing anger lurking in the back of her mind. An anger she was coming to fear when she almost exploded at Yori of all people the second day after her arrival.
If that didn't prove her spurts of anger weren't getting worse, she wasn't sure what did.
"I am trying," she murmured, grimacing unconsciously as she spoke.
"As Stoppable-San's curious movie puppet so well said, 'Do, or do not.' There is no trying when you tap into powers such as yours, Possible-San. For you are no less dangerous than Stoppable-San if you do not find your own true worth."
Worth, she wanted to question.
Wasn't this about control?
"No," Master-Sensei answered as if knowing her very thoughts just then. "Ponder my words, young hero, and you may come to understand. You already have the answers. You just need to face them."
Kim glowered at that, but kept her eyes firmly shut, and tried to do the facing the self-mind bit that Sensei was stressing.
This would be so much easier if there were someone she could just ask…..
Daughter.
The word echoed through her mind and body like a physical blow.
She was so stunned by it that she almost lost focus, and opened her eyes. She felt herself actually torn in separate directions, though, and belatedly realized she had just left the physical completely behind. She knew this, because she was now staring out at a starlit plain surrounded by nothing as far as the eye could see.
She looked around, slowly turning, and feeling the unnerving sense that this vista was just as real as the world she knew she had just somehow left.
"Daughter," the stunning redhead in emerald armor stood before her when she completed her turn. "I have waited a long time to see you."
"Y-Y-You…..?"
"I am Maxima, once queen of the mighty Almeracian Empire," the woman said in a haughty, beyond arrogant tone as she stood before her, her tall, voluptuous frame clad in a green and gold armor that seemed more lewd than not. It was complemented by a flowing cape that just barely hid the very obvious sword at her side, but the woman before her made Diana herself look lacking. "And your mother."
"Are you….real?"
"I know you have questions. Many questions," the redhead told her. "There is so much I want to say. So much I wish to share. My time is limited, and I can only tell you that which is most important."
"Tell me why you left me," Kim blurted out.
The redhead fell silent, and Kim was stunned when she reached out, and actually touched her.
"I wish I could hold you in my true arms, and make up for all the years you must have wondered over the truth."
Kim could hardly say she knew nothing about her until very recently.
"I am about to face what may be my last battle. I am not foolhardy enough to risk losing my only child to such a fate, though. I hope, by now, that our people have at least been spared. Still, Almerac's uncertain fate is no longer your concern. My greatest gift to you, daughter, is not the monarchy our family have long held by right of the Divine Matron. It is the freedom to be whoever, or whatever you desire, by your own strength and will. A gift I hope you can understand is the greatest boon I could have ever given you," the woman said somberly as her hands fell from Kim's shoulder.
Kim felt herself shiver, as if somehow abandoned yet again, and looked longingly at the woman.
"So, what can you tell me, then?"
"Look into my eyes one final time, daughter. Know yourself, by knowing all those who led to our birth. For this is the legacy I leave you after years of genetic breeding and careful selection that led to our own rise. Look, and learn," she said as Kim felt her mind reel yet again as she felt as much as saw the energies link the pair of them, and they both began to all but glow as Kim felt herself absorbing not so much energy, as sheer knowledge.
She didn't even consider how it could even be possible, but even before the redhead began to turn translucent, and start to fade from before her, she heard her mother's haughty voice declare, "Farewell, daughter. I pray you remember me fondly, and please understand why I had to leave. Listen to your father. He can be a pompous oaf, but he usually means well," she smiled.
"Maxi….. Mother," Kim frowned as the woman was all but gone now, barely a silhouette left as her voice whispered the last words in the back of her mind.
"Goodbye, my little Anahida. I shall never forget you. Not in this world, or the next."
Kim suddenly felt torn as she lunged forward, reaching for what was already gone, and she felt genuine grief as she realized she had just lost a mother she had never known a second time.
She held up her hands, and only then considered all that had been given her.
A name.
A legacy.
Freedom.
Maxima had not just been hiding her from enemies, as Kal-El had said. She had been giving her an escape from the duty, and burdens she felt no child should have to bear.
She realized as she absorbed all of that in that single instant, that Maxima, for whatever her faults, had cared enough to let her find her own way. One without war, or death, or even worse. A way without the unyielding expectations of a legacy that would never have let her be herself.
"Goodbye, mother," she murmured into the astral plane around her that she only now realized she occupied. "I may never truly know you, but I will never forget you," she said, smiling sadly into the stars surrounding her that had apparently claimed her mother so many years ago without her ever knowing the truth.
She and Kal were going to have to talk about that one.
Soon.
For now, though, she had much to consider. She abruptly felt her body again as she willed herself to 'return,' and opened her eyes.
"Possible-San," Master-Sensei asked, looking genuinely concerned just then.
"I believe….I have found my answers, Sensei," she bowed to him after simply lowering her legs, and standing again on her own feet before him. "Your words opened something left in my mind. Something that…showed me my other self."
"Your other self," the bearded ninja master echoed.
Kim nodded as she adjusted the black gi she wore in deference to the school.
"Yes, Master-Sensei. My birth mother left a….message in my mind for me to find when my full powers awakened. It seems I still have more growing to do, for by her standards, I am still a child," she admitted. "And I have seen what I can still be if I let myself mature."
"I am certain, young warrior, that whatever you become, it will be both honorable, and noble," the stoic man declared with a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Sensei. And….if you could tell Yori, I apologize again for my temper. I….still wasn't myself lately. I'd stay and see her myself, but I think I've already been gone too long, and…. Well, I should be getting back. There are things at home I need to settle," she told him.
"I do understand. And do not worry, Yori well understands the difficult paths all warriors face when first learning their way. I assure you, she bears you no ill-will."
"I'm glad. I'll just change, and be on my way, then. And, I really appreciate you helping me, Sensei. I owe you…."
"Nothing, young warrior. It is ever the charge of Yamanouchi to protect, and guide those that may yet safeguard our world. Be they mystic warriors, or heroes of unparalleled might," the old man bowed to her now. "Just know, we are ever ready to stand with you when needed."
"And I, you, Sensei," she bowed back. "Thank you again."
The old man said nothing as she left, and only then did a slender, dark-haired woman enter the room to start snuffing the candles around them.
"You think she is truly ready to face the world, Master?"
"You did not feel the shift in her psyche when she reached the astral plane, my child," Master-Sensei told her. "I wonder if even Possible-San realizes just how powerful, and how truly dangerous she has become."
"Do you think she will become a threat, as others have feared?"
"No, child," he called Yori. "I still feel, as Stoppable-San, that there is much to admire in young Possible. Just as I suspect that her greatest enemy may ever be her own doubts."
Yori frowned as a faint rush of air she knew by now betrayed Kim's departure.
"I do not understand, Master? How can she be victim of her own doubts when she has so many gifts?"
"Only one in her shoes may truly understand," Master-Sensei declared. "Just know I have spoken the truth."
KP
Kim flew far slower than she now knew she was truly capable of as she mused on the things now filling her mind.
She still pondered Sensei's initial query.
Worth?
Was she, of all people, truly worthy of all this sheer power? Of all the gifts two of the most powerful people in the universe had ironically gifted her simply by virtue of her genetics?
Shego had nearly matchless power, too. Only she had it forced upon her. She had been transformed by an accident of fate that had forever altered her, and her life. It had obviously led her down paths that the girl she had once been might never have considered.
Only Kim, always seeing herself as an altruistic figure that only wished to help, was suddenly beyond using a few martial arts, or clever tricks to aid the world. She was now apparently a powerhouse capable of standing up with the most powerful beings alive, and making them pause.
Not a feeling that actually appealed to her.
Ironically, while she now understood her birth mother's gifts as well as she did her father's, she still had issue with some of them.
Mind-bolts? Psionic control? Genuine mind control?
How could any one person be so powerful, and not be corrupted?
Even her mother, whose life had flown unfiltered through her mental landscape, showed Maxima had not been untouched by the sheer power and presence she had commanded. In the end, she might have had a few personal revelations forced upon her by others, but still, she had a remained a matriarch that used force and might as a club by divine right.
And she had seen nothing wrong with it.
Yet, she had also chosen to spare her daughter that same fate.
Kim could only wonder if she could have even survived whatever had happened to her mother had she remained with her, or her people out there.
Only Kim had been sent away.
She had been spared.
Her mother's last message told her she had no bond, or obligation to those lost people, and yet honestly Kim still felt nothing for a world, or a race she had never even truly known.
Anahida.
The name was as alien as her legacy.
It was a name, she decided, she would never use.
"Possible," a voice growled in her ear just then, shattering her musings.
"Go," she responded, knowing the voice well enough by now, even if she didn't understand how he could still be young enough to still be fighting when even she knew he was supposedly older than Kal.
"Meet me at the Watchtower. I have information you are going to want," the Bat all but commanded.
"On my way," she reported, and turned her flight vertical as she increased her speed.
She wasn't sure if she could actually teleport, too, like her mother apparently could at certain times, but that was one she would wait on experimenting with. Like half her other powers she suspected she needed to assess before she could truly claim absolute control over them.
Because she understood now.
That powerful anger was a residual gift of her mother, too.
An anger that her own life had gone so wrong, and at just the time she had hoped for more. An anger she had unwittingly passed on with all else she had offered her daughter.
An anger, Kim knew, that she was going to have to tame, before it caused as much damage as her mother ever had.
KP
Shego drummed her fingers, and stared at Annie, and Jim Possible.
The only ones, beside herself, who were in their underground headquarters just then.
"You know, it's like everyone knows Kimmie is on sabbatical, so they just quit calling," she complained.
"So, you're saying you want to get back to saving people," Jim asked with a smirk.
"I'm saying, it's boring as heck here, kid, and I don't like boring," she glowered.
"Blame Wade," Jim shrugged as he continued to work on something he was doing on the laptop he carried everywhere of late. "He made sure to cut back on certain missions without Kim to cover us. Even he knew that without her presence, Team Possible might not be too welcome in certain….places."
"Especially with me as backup."
"Or Annie. A lot of people are still uncertain about her, too."
"That is illogical," Annie declared. "I have worked with Kimberly long enough for people to know that I am here to help."
"Only they don't realize you were there all along. Not yet," Jim pointed out. "To most of the people out there, you only just showed up. It makes them curious, but also uncertain. Give it time. Even Shego knows some people need to time to…."
"Get their head out of their…."
"Shego," Jim cut her off.
"Honestly, you're as bad as your mother," she complained as she glared at him.
"Actually, I was going to point out that we have a call," he gestured as the monitor on the far wall was blinking active.
"Why didn't you just turn it on?"
"Because, I'm leaving the room. If it's mom, I'm not here, and you haven't seen me."
Shego shook her head as the young teen left the room, and she rolled her eyes.
"Because leaving the ex-felon to answer the phone is so much better," she grumbled.
"As you are part of the team now," Annie began as the monitor chirped again, and came on as Shego pointed a remote at the main screen.
"Hold that thought," she said as the image came on, and she found herself staring at the most unlikely face of all time.
"Dr. Director," Shego frowned.
Betty Director merely arched her brow over her right eye, the good one, and nodded at her.
"This is important. Where is Kimberly?"
"Not here," she retorted.
"Kimberly needs to come in. I need to see her at once."
"Why? I'd say you already had your shot, Bets. You blew it. Like you always blow it."
"Did I," Dr. Director shot back. "Tell me, Shego. If you knew the best thing to do for someone was to let them go, even if they didn't want to go, what would you do?"
"If this is about me joining….?"
"No, it's about me driving Kimberly out of Global Justice before the governing council could use their authority over GJ to make her surrender herself to their mandates."
"You….did that," Shego frowned. "Why?"
"Shego, I know Kimberly has Kryptonian DNA empowering her. I don't know how she managed it, or what she plans, but I know this much. There's a consensus among the usual agencies that is bringing them together to bring her down. Unless she comes in, debriefs with me in a way to undermine the alarmists, I'm afraid Drake's paranoia will actually cause some of them to literally go to war with her."
"And Team Possible," Shego said knowingly.
"Worse. It will likely draw the League, since judging by your recent deputations, I can guess Superman knows about her, and has obviously given his approval to whatever is going on with her."
"You could say that," Shego nodded. "Only she really isn't here just now. Uh, private mission. Top secret Team Possible stuff."
"I need her to come in, Shego. Find her. Tell her. I really do want to help. She could still be our world's greatest champions. If I can pry these old men away from their folly before they start something worse than Middleton."
"Did you know they sent Sanction after her folks," Shego demanded now.
"I heard," Betty nodded now. "I told Drake that was a mistake."
"Oh, it was more than that. It was a deal-breaker. You take a message for me, Bets. Tell Thaddy that if one more of his not-so-secret agents shows in Middleton…. I'm sending them back in pieces. Right before I pay him a visit."
"Shego….."
"He crossed a line, Bets. You know it. Tell him. As to Kimmie? She'll be back when she gets back. And I'll give her your message then. Only I wouldn't hold my breath. She doesn't really trust you guys lately. Cannot imagine why."
She flipped off the monitor, and Jim peeked back in.
"Is the coast clear?"
"No, it's definitely stormy," Shego told him. "We better call Wade. Looks like our late-night guests the other night may only be the start."
"I'm relaying the message to him now," Annie declared as she walked into the chamber just then. "I have also relayed the message to Kimberly, but she is still out of touch, and I'm not sure when, or if she may respond."
"Right. We guessed the sore-losers would likely ratchet things up, but what really concerns me is that Bets knew Kimmie has super-genes. She just doesn't know the whole story. Yet. But if she knows that much…."
"Then that leaky sieve she calls an agency has probably already tipped off every Hench and felon in the world," Jim swore. "Time to amp our defenses again. I'll call Tim."
"Do that, but no defense, Jim," she told him. "It's time to go offense. Tell Wade to dust off his keyboard. Kimmie, or not, we're going active. Any mission, anywhere, let's shove our new team right down some collective throats. Then leave it to the press to figure things out."
"Sounds like a plan," Jim grinned.
"I concur," Annie nodded. "I have grown restless waiting around. I am ready for some more fun."
"You are so definitely Kimmie's kid," Shego snorted.
Which made Jim burst into laughter.
To Be Continued….