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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

15

Kim noted the Watchtower's hangar door opened for her this time as she approached. She later found out that the ID card she now carried had a special chip to allow access to official members of the League.

It was, she mused, easier than hunting a spare air vent, or access hatch. Waiting for the hangar to depressurize, she ignored the gaping and incredulous staff waiting just outside the hangar as she walked past them.

"But….wasn't that hangar open," one of them asked the other as she walked past them. "How….?"

"Batman is in the conference room," J'onn told her, appearing from the opening elevator shaft just then to greet her. "I trust you have been doing well, Miss Possible?"

"I'm getting better," she nodded at him. "So, did you guys really destroy all of my biological samples that day?"

"Of course," the Martian told her as he escorted her up to the conference room.

"Then why did I just get a message from my friends telling me that GJ, and a few military types already know I have Kryptonian genes?"

"I'm not sure, but I suspect we should look into that one. Are you sure someone around you…?"

"I trust my friends, sir."

"Even your newest member….?"

"I know I can trust her," she told him bluntly. "The jury is still out on your rude friend, though. He didn't call me up here just to berate me again, did he?"

"Why would I waste my time on that," Batman scowled openly when she walked into the room she remembered from her last visit.

"So. What's the sitch?"

Batman just glared at her. She had the unnerving feeling that the detective didn't know how to relax.

"Look, just tell me why you called…."

"I overheard your comments. You are right. Global Justice leaked your appropriation of Kryptonian genes to certain elements beyond their ranks. Some even now think that your computer hacker managed to gift you with those powers. Some think we did it for you."

"What? So, they still don't realize….?"

"No. None of them realize the full truth. Only that makes things all the more dangerous for your friends, Possible. If they think your people have the key to granting super-powers, there will be a lot more attacks on your friends as certain elements seek that particular secret," Batman pointed out.

"Damn," she uncharacteristically swore.

"Yes," Batman murmured. "You need to address this, and soon, or the Pentagon's witch-hunt will be the least of your problems."

"I don't suppose you have any actual advice….?"

"Here," he said, pulling a small flash drive from his belt. "All the intelligence I managed to acquire on General Thaddeus Eugene Drake's current programs, and his agenda. It might interest you to know that his family was killed during the Lorwardian invasion, and he personally blames you and Drakken for their deaths. He feels that if you had not engaged them, they would never have attacked."

"What," she sputtered. "That's nuts!"

"That said, he also thinks they likely experimented on the both of you. Immediately after you two returned, Lipski goes straight, fires his own longtime partner-in-crime, and goes into public service in his own…unique fashion. And then there is your record," he added blandly. Far too blandly for her liking.

Kim still groaned at that one.

She had helped clean up a few of Drew's messes at the start before someone got the idea of putting him together with other visionaries to help guide him.

"Why would he think any of that warranted his campaign on us," she demanded, eyeing the flash drive she took, and put into her own belt until she could get it to Wade.

"Drakken goes straight, and seems to have suddenly become brighter about a great many things. You break up with Stoppable, and yet refuse to explain why, or what you intend. Drake is a suspicious sort," he told her. "Especially when you suddenly become stronger than most of the current League members."

"In other words, he's a nut," she shot.

"Your assessment is juvenile."

"Whatever," she sputtered. "Just tell me this," she said, patting the belt where she put the flash drive, "Can this get him off our backs."

"It has enough information to expose a lot of unofficial, and technically illegal operations aimed at you, and your people. He has gone from seeking to improve national military status, to obsessing over your team in his quest for greater power. Likely because of his inability to cope with his family's death. That, of course, is speculation at this point."

Kim sighed.

"I can understand grief, but that is just…."

"We all cope with grief, and loss, in different ways, Miss Possible," J'onn told her. "Or am I mistaken in that you recently faced a renewed sense of loss…."

"Stay….out of my mind," she hissed, and the Martian was suddenly flung halfway across the room without Kim ever moving an inch.

Batman was on his feet in an instant, reaching for something in his belt.

"Sorry. Really, I'm sorry. I'm still getting the hang of these….mental powers, and I just reacted when I felt you….peeking," she told him. "But, still, that was pretty rude."

"Blame me," Batman scowled at her. "I also had an ulterior motive for bringing you here."

"Like that surprises me. Everyone has an ulterior motive lately," she complained.

"Indeed. My apologies, Miss Possible, but Batman did have a valid point," the Martian told her as he regained his feet.

"What point," she demanded.

"He fears…."

"I'll speak for myself, J'onn. I don't trust power like yours, woman. Even Kal has lost control at times. Because of his own emotions, or through the control of others capable of tampering with even his mind," the detective told her. "I have failsafes in place for that happening again. But, you. Kryptonite doesn't even slow you down. That we know of just now, you currently have no real weaknesses we could exploit to stop a rampage. That concerns me. If you were honest, it should concern you."

"What about my conscience," she shot back.

Batman just stared at her again, his hand still near his belt.

"You know what, I appreciate the help with Drake, but FYI, I'm not the bad guy. All the same, stay out of Middleton," she spat back at him.

She turned, heading for the door, and didn't even looked back when Batman retorted, "We're not finished, Possible."

She didn't even look back.

"She is a very passionate young lady," J'onn smiled faintly when Batman looked his way.

"Tell me you got something?"

"Nothing of value. She recently came to terms with her birth mother's….disappearance. Her psionic gifts are definitely waking up, though, and her mental defenses are already quite good."

"Obviously, if she pushed you out. That doesn't lessen my concerns, J'onn."

"That said, I did get a very clear reading of a very determined, and conscientious young woman. In many ways, she's much like you. Driven by a need to help, and to protect. I honestly don't believe we have to fear her turning on us anytime soon."

"And if someone manages to control, or lever her cooperation?"

J'onn eyed him for a moment, and shook his head.

"Honestly, Batman, I'm not sure I can think of anyone on the planet that could manage that one just now."

"On the planet," he growled. "What about off?"

"Well, then, all we can do is wait and see. As we often do."

"It's a shame Fate left. He could have assessed her vulnerability to magic," he mused. "Only the League doesn't have any true magic users of late."

"There is Diana's lasso," he suggested. "Technically, it is a form of magic, since it is allegedly of divine origins. As is she."

"I doubt Diana would be too cooperative," Batman muttered grimly at that.

"No?"

"She thinks I'm being too paranoid."

"I cannot imagine why," J'onn commented dryly.

Batman only scowled all the more.

KP

Kim flew back down into the atmosphere, enjoying the rush of air as she did, and turned toward North America since she was currently over the Mid Atlantic.

She was almost to the coast when she overheard the Kimmunicator crackle in her ear, and the emergency signal broke through the off-setting, and Wade all but shouted, "Kim, are you still near Iceland?"

"Just crossing the ocean now, Wade. What's up?"

"I just got a report of a distress beacon from a lost sailboat that left England earlier today. No one is in position to help, and I've got indications of a major storm coming that way. If it hits before they're found, the people on board could die."

"Right. I'm on it. I'll take care of this, and be back soon," she told him.

"Good. We need to talk."

"More than you know. Talk later, Wade. I think I see the boat," she said, "And the storm."

Flying down, she noted the man at the bow trying to wrestle with a broken mast, and a woman hugging a small boy was using her free hand to fight the wheel as the small sailboat was tossed like a toy in the growing waves.

"Hang on," she shouted as she hovered over the small sailboat. "I'm here to help!"

"Kim Possible," the man shouted, obviously knowing her. "Thank God. Help us!"

"That's why I'm here," she nodded. "Just hang on, I'll carry you to safety."

"Carry….?"

Then she plunged into the water, and came up under the boat, carefully adjusting her grip so she didn't crush the hull in her hands as she had that WEE plane. Pushing up, she rose over the water, and began to fly for the North American coast.

"I'll put you down in the nearest safe harbor. You don't want to go back into that storm," she shouted up at the family.

She lowered the damaged sailboat into the harbor near Prince Edward Island to ensure she didn't drop them in the path of the approaching storms, and then rose back into the air, waving down at them.

"You should be safe enough now," she called as she started to fly away.

"Thank you," the mother cried. "God bless you, and thank you!"

She smiled, and resisted the urge to quip, "No big."

Just then, it did not seem to fit.

"Wade," she called, switching on her Kimmunicator to active power now. "I found them, and they're safe."

"Their family will certainly be grateful. Where…?"

"I dropped them at Prince Edward Island in the gulf there. I felt it was safer than trying to get them back to England with that storm approaching."

"Smart. Listen, did you get the messages we sent….?"

"I got them. And I reviewed them on my way….to another appointment. I may have something for you, too, but we are going to need to discuss something I learned. Something….big."

"Are you okay," Wade asked after a moment.

"I will be. I'm more worried about you," Kim told him earnestly as she flew down over America, and headed west even as she noted more than a few military jets were actually trying to track her.

"Why….?"

"Later, Wade. I need to leave some jets behind," she said, and increased her speed as she arched over the nation, and headed for home.

Her sonic booms were heard for miles as the pilots behind her didn't even try to follow as they finally turned back, reporting failure to intercept.

Kim suspected their presence must mean that someone was seriously ready to amp the issue.

Time to manage it. For all their sakes.

KP

"They actually attacked your family, too," Kim exclaimed as they sat around the small table in Team Possible's headquarters.

"Yeah. Pretty stupid. One, I was home. Two, so was Hanna," Ron grinned.

"Ronnie and I made pretty short work of the posers they sent to your place, too," Shego preened. "Drake kind of shot himself in the foot with that overt attack, but no one has said a word about it. Not officially. I'm thinking they're all waiting to hear your reaction, Princess."

Kim smiled faintly, wondering if Shego would like to know that technically, she really was a princess. Or so it seemed, since her mother had been an alien empress.

"Well," she said grimly, focusing on the moment as she pulled out the flash drive. "I found out some more from my side. Only it's not good. This isn't just the usual power play with this guy. General Drake hates us. All of us. His family died during the invasion, and he blames us for it."

"Us," Shego sputtered. "That was the blue moron, start to finish."

"We know that," Ron nodded at her. "I doubt anyone else really does since GJ did clamp down on all the information on the Lorwardians after…. Well, afterward," he said, still uneasy with the fact he could, and did kill with his monkey powers.

So far as the world at large knew, Team Possible had won with a concerted effort working with Drakken and Shego.

"That's not the key issue, though," Kim went on. "If, as Dr. Director told you, people now think Wade is handing out super-powers, with alien genes, then people are going to come after him. His tech was one thing. Some of those guys likely thought they could do just as well. But genetic manipulation. Not many out there can manage that one, and the few that do can only be counted on to make a mess with trying."

"But, what can we do about it," Jim and Tim asked. "By now, the word is out, and I'm surprised Jack Hench hasn't already started offering bounties to get his hands on our supposed process."

"Right," Kim nodded. "I was thinking about that on my way back."

Shego eyed her as she stood up, and looked around the table.

"Kal left this all in my hands from the start. He trusted me to do what was best. What was right. Right now, the right thing, and best thing, is to tell the truth."

"What," Ron sputtered. "But you said not to tell the truth," he almost howled.

"I did. I was trying to keep something from happening that is coming out anyway," Kim nodded wearily. "If I tell the truth, Ron, then no one will be looking at any of you to try to force you grant them what you don't have."

"It's going to paint an even bigger target on you, though, Princess," Shego told her. "Trust me on that one."

"I know. But I think I can manage it better than if someone like WEE, or worse, tries taking one of our family or friends in some mad attempt to force them to give them powers, too. No, this is for the best. I'm going to call a press conference, and hold my own debriefing. For the world. They will judge who is, or isn't in the right after that."

"You'll be exposing a lot of things the powers-that-be won't like," Shego realized.

"Likely. But they can manage, too. What I won't risk, is someone coming after any of you, thinking they can take something from us. Let them come after me. I'll be waiting," she spat.

"We'll be waiting," Ron said, and rose to stand with her.

"Darn right," Jim and Tim agreed.

"Affirmative," Annie nodded firmly.

"Sounds like you've all gone completely nuts," Shego drawled, adding, "Which means this could be fun," she said, winking at Annie.

The android actually smiled at her.

"I'm all for fun," the android declared.

"Right. First, Wade sifts this data, and sees what we can use against those jerks," Kim said, reaching for the flash drive. "Then, we call the media."

"I suggest everyone suit up," Shego told her.

"Absolutely," Justine agreed as she only then rose, closing her laptop. "Kimberly, I just intercepted a message on the military frequency. Someone authorized a kill order on Team Possible. All of us. I think they just stopped playing games."

"Then let's go show them we're not playing either," Kim declared.

KP

"Sir, that isn't a very good idea," Nolan Boxer tried to point out when a furious Thaddeus Drake, hearing of the many accolades pouring in for all of Team Possible of late, made the decision to simply put them all down, and take their secrets from their bodies.

They wouldn't be the first metas to be dissected for their secrets. Or so the general felt.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Boxer. I gave you an order. Carry it out. Activate the rest of Sanction, and bring me Team Possible now. They either come in, or they are carried in. See to it."

"I'll put out the order," he said. "But I'm requesting a transfer, sir."

"I'll transfer you. To Greenland," the burly man spat.

Nolan didn't reply as he simply eyed the increasingly distraught man, and simply walked out.

He had to warn the Possibles, or they could be slaughtered this time. Because it was one thing to give orders for a live capture. There was no way he would be responsible for giving orders to kill American citizens. Heroes, at that.

He relayed the warning first, and then went in search of an officer to relay his own concerns to who might actually listen.

Even the DOD, or DARPA couldn't, and wouldn't condone this kind of madness.

He hoped.

To Be Continued…..