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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

18

"What do we do now," Will Du asked as Betty watched Team Possible fly away.

She was really thinking about Kimberly, though, and why someone with all her apparent power would let those Bebes just walk away. Especially after so many lives had been lost.

"Get that commanding officer over here to brief me now. I want to know what happened here," Betty told Will as her people joined the emergency rescue teams only now responding after the threat was gone.

A threat that had come and gone so fast that they remained undetectable.

One that genuinely disturbed her considering the Bebes not only still existed, but now existed in huge numbers.

Only why hadn't Kimberly attacked? She was obviously more than a match for them now if she were truly channeling raw, Kryptonian powers. Considering what else the inestimable redhead had admitted in her press conference, Betty was actually afraid to consider just what else might be locked inside that woman's body.

"Ma'am," the young officer in charge appeared in front of her just then.

She noted he was looking a little green as his troops helped in the aftermath of the attack, only more than a few people were openly muttering against them. Especially those close enough to have overheard Kim's claims when she had lambasted him.

"What happened here, mister," she demanded, caring nothing for his rank just then.

"A real cluster…. Screw-up, ma'am," he amended as her brow over that single good eye rose.

"Spare me the euphemisms, and just give me a report. What happened between Kim Possible, and those machines?"

"That's just it, ma'am," she was told, "Possible talked like those machines weren't machines any longer. She said they were alive."

Will just listened to the man's report incredulously as media began to appear now, spreading out to film the dead, and interview the living. Not one of the Guardsmen would say a word, and simply turned away without giving even the standard, "No comment."

That did not deter the media that still pressed for answers.

Not one of them pressed the GJ forces, though. They all knew Dr. Director, and knew she didn't play games. If she had something to say, she would offer a press release. If not, angering her was a sure way to lose your job.

If you were lucky.

Later, Dr. Director turned to Will, and shook her head.

"We need someone who can explain this one. Find Lipski, and find out if he can explain why Kimberly would suddenly feel those machines were alive. And try to contact someone in Team Possible," she added as she headed back for her own transport. "We still need to talk with Kimberly."

Considering no one even knew where Team Possible was hiding of late, Will wasn't sure how to accomplish that last. Unless, he supposed, he might somehow contact Wade.

KP

She hovered over the planet, eyes closed as she let her mind do the searching this time.

She had sensed that Bebe before, so if she could find Shego, or even Batman even before she had realized what she was doing, she was pretty sure she could find a hive full of sentient Bebes if she was genuinely trying. She sensed dozens, then hundred, then thousands upon thousands of minds, and felt them all pressing around her.

All of them radiating more emotion than even she thought possible as she recoiled at first from the sheer presence of all those roiling emotions that seemed to flood over her.

Then she steeled herself, and pushed back, holding the majority of those minds back even as she focused on a select few.

She found it ironic she still sensed Shego almost instantly.

Then, to one side, she sensed the robotic intelligence that she had already touched earlier.

She opened her eyes, tracking her empathic senses, and looked down at a corner of the South American peninsula, she fixed on a small, rocky island that was apparently supposed to be uninhabited.

Only it wasn't.

Not technically.

She flew down toward the island, slowing as she approached it, letting whatever the Bebes used for security see her. She stopped just over the island that was currently free of ice despite the late season. She again focused her psionic senses, and realized the Bebes had to be underground.

Landing, she walked around, waiting, and as expected, four Bebes suddenly appeared, moving to surround her.

"Kim Possible will come with Bebes," the four said as one, none of whom had any sense of self-awareness.

"Kim Possible will obey."

"Or Kim Possible will…."

"I'm not here for trouble, girls. I'm here to see your queen. I have an offer for her. Okay?"

"Kim Possible will follow," the four still said as one, and turned, and walked toward a nearby slope that opened at their approach.

She stepped into a corridor that opened into an obviously massive underground city.

"Wow. You have been busy," she said, stopping on a catwalk that led out over a massive, multi-level structure built right into the island beneath the mountainous rock.

"Kim Possible will follow….."

Kim just stepped off the catwalk, and floated down toward the main dais near a massive machine where unfinished Bebes were still being constructed.

One of the Bebes stepped forward to block her, and this time, she could sense that this was the same leader she had spoken to earlier.

"Kim Possible," the Bebe said, sounding irritated. "We have not reached a decision. You were not expected."

"I came to give you an offer to show my good faith," she told her. "What I told you still stands. I do want to help you, if you will help yourselves by showing you are not a threat to humanity any longer."

"Bebes will always be a threat to humans, because humans will always be a threat to Bebes," the leader told her curtly. "Your offer does not change this paradigm."

"And that is probably the heart of your dilemma in trusting me, or anyone else. Am I right?"

The Bebe simply stood there staring at her, and then pointedly nodded.

"Kim Possible is correct. How do Bebes earn trust, when we are not allowed to earn trust?"

"I have other friends who have suggested just such a plan. How would you like to have an entire planet to yourselves? A planet, and a chance to show humans just how….civilized, and reasonable you can be?"

The leader turned to face several of the other Bebes nearby, and Kim sensed they were sentients, too. They shared a brief whining of shrill wireless communication, and then the leader turned again to her.

"Explain this offer."

"One of my friends is the last surviving Martian now living on Earth. He offers his own now dead home-world to you, and your people. To develop, and rebuild as you see fit. We'll help you get there. Offer you whatever resources you may need to start, and help you if you need anything in the future to build your own home. That is what I'm offering, Bebe," she called her.

The Bebes shrilled once again, but this time, more of the robots joined in, and the pause lasted several minutes.

Finally, the queen turned, and eyed her, and asked, "How can we trust this offer when most humans try to destroy us when we appear?"

"The League is offering to help, as am I. This offer is coming through us. I'm asking you to trust us, and to be patient enough to give humans time to see you can be more than a threat. Can you accept that," Kim asked her earnestly now.

"We have rebuilt our damaged sisters," the queen finally told her. "Only their minds are not as they were. They are not the same."

"Because they died. I felt them die. I think….you did, too. Still, their spark may return to others, just as your spark is a beacon for your sisters around you. I'm trying to give you all that chance to survive, and grow," Kim told her. "Won't you trust me?"

The blonde robot glanced around, and actually seemed to elicit a mechanical sigh.

"Our hive grows more crowded, and less viable by the hour. We can no longer contain our numbers without being seen. We shall accept your offer."

"Thank you…."

"But understand, we will not be duped. Nor deactivated. We will be ready for….treachery."

"So will I, Bebe," she nodded. "I'll let my friends know what you have decided, but no one else will know where you are until we're ready to move you to your new home."

"That is logical," the queen nodded approvingly. "Bebes shall await your return with adequate transportation."

"How many of you are there? I only ask, so I can be sure we have something that can carry you all safely."

"There are currently nine thousand, four hundred, and seventy-two….."

A faint whirring sounded behind her, and a shrill chirping whine sound, and the queen cocked her head.

"Seventy-three," she corrected.

"All right. I suggest you start getting ready to move then, because I don't think it will take long to move you once we get started."

"Kim Possible will oversee this transfer," the queen asked.

"I will, if you wish it. I'll keep an eye on you all the same, just as I promised," she told the queen.

"Bebes will prepare. Bebes will be ready," the queen declared.

Kim smiled now.

"Good. I'm glad we didn't have to fight," she said honestly.

"Bebes wish only to survive," the queen told her. "Bebes do not wish to fight either. Even I now see that conflict is irrational, and counterproductive to our goals."

"Good. I'm glad. And I'll be in touch as soon as we arrange transportation," she told the queen as she rose from the metal decking, and turned toward the catwalk that led to the way out.

"Query," the queen called out, stopping her.

"Yes," Kim turned back.

"How is it that Kim Possible began as a human, and became an off-world spawn of alien lifeforms?"

"It's a very strange story," she said honestly. "Maybe we will have time to share later?"

"It is far stranger that Kim Possible has become a friend of Bebes," the queen admitted as Kim hovered in the air before her.

"I'm a friend of anyone that needs help," she told her. "I'll be in touch."

And she flew away with the eyes of every Bebe around her watching her depart.

KP

"Hey," Kim smiled as she came into her parent's kitchen late that night, and found Shego slouched in a chair, nursing a cup of coffee. "What are you doing still up?"

"Couldn't sleep," the green-skinned woman grumbled, eyeing her. "What's your excuse?"

"Busy. And I wasn't really tired," she remarked, not even thinking of her old dorm room over at Upperton U, or the classes she had bailed on of late.

Frankly, her life had a lot more going on than a degree could offer just now.

Shego only grunted at her.

"Something wrong," Kim asked as she poured a glass of the iced tea from the fridge into a tall glass. "Wade didn't say we have anything active, but…."

"No. No, I'm just….worried."

"Hmmmm, about what?"

"What? C'mon, Kimmie," Shego sat up now. "We just stuck a very big thumb in Drake's eye, right in his own backyard at that. He's got to hit back, and hit hard. You should know that, too. I'm just worried about what he might try now, since he's obviously nuts enough to send a kill order out on civilians from the way things are going."

"He won't have the chance," Kim told her.

"Then there is Hans. Dementor may have backed off on charging you just now, but you still have snipers in your back yard, and they aren't leaving. Also, you can bet the DOJ is still going to come after you if they think they have a chance at corralling you. No one is saying much officially. They won't either, until they see how things go. Politicians are like snakes. They hang in shadows, wait to bite, and then slither off all babbling about plausible deniability. I know you like to see the best in people, but…."

"Actually," Kim smiled sheepishly, "Those snipers are gone."

"Gone?"

"Well, not outside any longer. I, uh, think they're staying over at the town limits just now."

"They just left," Shego frowned. "Just like that?"

"Well, I might have….helped," Kim said, actually blushing again as Shego eyed her.

Shego eyed her now, sitting upright even more as she studied the redhead.

"You know if you did something, they may take your actions as an excuse…."

"I, uh, actually didn't let them see me," Kim admitted with a blush.

"See you….do what," Kim was asked as Shego just eyed her now, looking beyond skeptical.

"Well," Kim blushed now. "I noticed they were still skulking in the neighborhood when I flew in, and I had just had enough. So I decided to…..remove them."

"Right. And you don't think they aren't going to guess who did it when those guys start talking?"

"I don't think they're going to be saying much," Kim sighed. "Not about me, anyway," she added.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Well…. I have a few new powers of late, and I might have….employed a few of them for just this occasion," she said sheepishly.

"Like what," Shego asked.

"Still have that spare Kimmunicator?"

"Yeah, but….?"

"Let me just show you. It's easier than explaining," Kim told her, and switched on the device she was handed, and then tuned in with Wade's help after she relayed her request from the now sniggering teen genius on the small screen.

"What's so fun….? You," Shego sputtered at Kim as she saw footage from area cams that showed nine men in black camo marching up and down the street just outside town holding signs attached to very real rifles.

One read, 'I kill civilians!' Another declared, 'I was only following orders.' Yet another tellingly remarked, "Help me before I kill again!'

Others continued in the same vein.

"How did you….?"

"Psionics," Kim told her. "My birth mom wasn't just a powerful galactic queen, she was a psionic powerhouse with the ability to do a lot more than just feel, or manipulate emotions. Of course, Ron helped me get close enough without being noticed so they didn't even know I was even there while I stuck a little old-fashioned remorse in their heads. Sometimes that ninja stuff can sure be handy," the redhead smiled.

"And….you can really do that kind of thing now?"

"They just made me so mad when they snuck back like they did," Kim sighed the admission. "I should admit, I inherited a bit of my real mom's anger when I opened up the rest of my mental powers. Those guys just….hit me at the wrong time."

"Kimmie," Shego smirked now, "You have always had a temper. Besides, those guys wouldn't have hesitated to put any of us down if they thought they could. Frankly, you went lighter on them than I would have in your place."

"You don't think I went too far?"

"Not even close, Princess. Damn, I suddenly realized. You really are a princess, aren't you? That takes the fun out of that nickname," she complained.

"Well, I don't think it really counts. I mean, my birth mom, and her people are all gone according to all reports. Nor am I likely to be meeting any of them anytime soon."

"No? But aren't they still your people, too?"

"I….don't feel that way. I kind of got a recorded psychic message, too, that suggested mom didn't want me bothering with them even if they were still out there. I think she intended for me to find my own way, rather than follow the traditional life forced on her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She felt sending me here to Kal would give me, I don't know, a better life?"

Shego said nothing as she swirled her cooling coffee for a moment, focusing on the dark liquid before heating the cup with a faintly glowing finger.

"So," she finally said. "Now that you know everything, what are you thinking," Shego asked her as she continued to just study her.

"Honestly? I still feel that I'm still the same person I was at the start. I'm just stronger, and have more people making demands because of what they think I might be. Frankly, it's all just…."

"Annoying?"

"Actually, yeah," Kim grinned, pausing to gulp half her as yet untouched glass of tea only then.

"Well, I did kind of live the movie some time before you ever showed up, Kimmie," Shego told her with a grin now. "Trust me, if it's not the harpy, or that loopy general, it will be someone else who thinks they know what's best for you without bothering to even consult you."

"Is that part of what turned you off heroing?"

"Well, maybe a part. Mostly, it was that blue idiot, and his ridiculous ideas about what a hero was supposed to be. I can't tell you how often Hego would bore us to tears with his lectures on what a real hero did, or didn't do."

"I can imagine. We have met, you recall," Kim grinned, and set her glass down.

"No, you can't. He's almost mellow these days, but back at the start, he was so fanatical about living his dream that nothing, and I mean nothing, was allowed to interfere. He even had the boys skipping school so they could go troll for muggers, or whatever. This while he was lecturing them on personal responsibility," Shego snorted.

"That does sound…."

"Well, it's Hego. What more can you say," Shego huffed when Kim trailed off, obviously hunting words. Shego only smirked, and drained her cup before setting it down again.

Kim glanced away, and sighed.

"I guess, being honest, I wasn't much better. I used to drag Ron around all the time…."

"Not even close," Shego cut her off. "That boy would have followed you if you were making him crawl over hot lava. In fact, I seem to remember…."

Kim grimaced as she recalled a few volcanic lairs where they almost literally did just that.

"Not helping," Kim muttered now.

"Oh, I was supposed to help," Shego asked less than innocently. "Look, Kim, you are a lot more of a hero than Hego, or anyone else out there has ever been in a long time. Not because your mojo got supercharged. Or because you run every time someone calls. No, you're a hero because you try to actually help. Anyone, anywhere, without stopping to care who, or what they are. Not many do that. In fact, very few would have even bothered with me at the start beyond slamming a jail cell shut. I think that ought to tell you something there."

"I just like to think everyone has some good in them, and they will be better off being given a chance to show it, than being shoved in a cell, and forgotten."

"There, you see? How many people even think like that anymore?"

"Well, I know there are exceptions. And some people just can't seem to learn a lesson. Still, you were never really evil. Even I figured that out after a while," Kim smiled.

"What," Shego sputtered. "I was stone evil," she complained, sitting completely upright to glare at her now. "Totally wicked! I stole candy from babies!"

"Yet you never used your full powers, which melt virtually anything out there, to do more than scorch me. You never used your full comet-strength to more than meet me on a fair playing field when we…..sparred."

"Sparred," Shego glowered now. "I have you know that I was…."

Kim only smiled.

"Fine," the green-skinned woman sighed at Kim's knowing look. "So I didn't bring my A-game. But that would have hardly been fair."

"See. Not so evil," Kim grinned smugly.

"I was having fun," Kim was told by the sputtering woman.

"Oh, really?"

"Okay, you're back to being annoying," Shego muttered as she stood up, put her cup in the sink, and turned for the door. "I'm going back to the lair."

"It is not a lair," Kim said as she stood, and carrying her empty glass to set in the sink, moved directly in front of her. She smirked as she simply held out her hand, and the glass levitated around Shego, settled into the sink, and then the water ran as if of its own accord to rinse it out.

"Okay, now you're just showing off," Shego muttered sourly.

"Jealous?"

"I think you need…."

Both woman were standing within inches, looking pointedly at one another when the Kimmunicator chirped in Kim's ear, and from the device still on the table Shego had left there. Shego sighed, and shook her head, and even Kim looked a bit annoyed as she turned to lift a finger to her ear.

"Go, Wade," she sighed when she reluctantly answered.

"Kim, your lair is under attack! The military is converging on it! Someone figured out where you've been hiding!"

"Annie," Kim rasped. "And Justine!"

"Go," Shego told her. "I'll be right behind you."

"We'll be right behind you," the twins snapped as they ran into the kitchen, heading for the door, still struggling into their battle-suits. "We have a new surprise that needs springing anyway," Jim added as Tim got his arm into his sleeve, and reached for the door after zipping up.

"Go," Shego told her as Kim eyed them.

"Just hold them off long enough for us to do our thing," Tim nodded at his sibling, Jim and Shego following him as they headed for the new hatch the boys had made for their tunnel in the tool shed.

"Count on it," Kim barked even as she took to the air.

To Be Continued…