Disclaimer. The character's from Kim Possible are created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. I acknowledge using them for a non-profit work of fiction.

Original Character's. The following original character's have been created for the purpose of this story. If you wish to use them for your own story projects, please contact me for permission.

Agent Howard 'How' Du, with his voice based on actor Garret Wang.

Agent Thomas Go, with his voice based on actor James Franco.

Hezir Go, with her voice based on actress Inbar Lavi.

Content Advisory. This story is rated T for Teen, which is suitable for reader's aged 13 and over. The following chapter's involve some scenes of violence, minor coarse language, minor suggestive adult themes and character death. You have been warned.


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PRESENTS

WHEN FATE POSSIBLY KNOCKED HARDER


-Prologue-


Bright spotlight's illuminated the prominent structure of Go Tower's, which served as headquarters to the heroes that once protected Go City. Tourist ferries had docked to the island, from which a large crowd had gathered to pay their respects; everyone in attendance had their lives affected positively by Team Go. Bouquets of a variety of flowers, ranging from Pink Carnations, Purple and White Hyacinth's and Dark Crimson Roses, were carefully placed at the foot of the secure entrance. Dark storm clouds obscured the evening sky, further adding to the collective somber mood. It was as if Heaven itself was mourning the city's loss.

1994 was set to be a bleak year indeed for the city.

The media had swooped in to cover much of the story as possible. Photographer's took shots of the headquarters and the assembled crowd, trying to obtain an worthy photo for the front page of the latest editions. Reporters from different news stations covered the facts they were able to learn, though none of them knew the full tragic story.

"...standing outside Go Tower's, now a memorial to the heroes lost just days ago..."

"...still no word from teen hero Shego, the sole survivor of the tragic battle..."

"...despite extensive investigation, Global Justice have yet to confirm that Electronique was killed..."

"...this goes without saying, but these are very dark days for Go City..."


Local Global Justice enforcement were all over the suburban home, one of the many Neo-eclectic homes built for the upper middle-class neighborhood. Crime scene tape was established along the perimeter, while six black GMC Suburbans were parked on the curb. Summer barbeques, house parties and yard sales were the usual norm, instead of what would likely become local gossip for the next few years. Earlier that evening, Emergency Dispatcher's in Go City had received a call from a concerned neighbor after hearing a young woman screaming in distress, which was followed by someone attempting arson in the backyard. He hastily made his way to the fire, which he had doused with the neighbors garden hose before it could spread further. That was when he made the startling discovery of what was being burned and lead him to call 911. When the address of the house was reported, it raised red flags at the local GJ HQ and, within minutes of the call, a team of agents raced to the location.

The neighbor, who lived next to the family in question for years, was taken to Go City HQ to sign NDA's relating to the incident, which he had no objections to. From a later debrief with a senior agent, they would learn he had been a close friend to the parents since they first moved in, and offered whatever support he could when their mother, and later in a separate tragedy, their father had passed away. He was completely unaware of their activities as Team Go, until he discovered burning evidence that connected the two. He was also the one who last saw the young hero Shego, stating that she appeared to be visibly distressed and fled the scene on foot when she was discovered, describing to the best of his abilities what clothing she was wearing. The last words that Shego ever spoke to her neighbor were a heartbroken, "I'm sorry." When GJ Damage Control teams arrived at the house, they had every home in a seven block radius evacuated under the pretense of a potentially dangerous gas line rupture, in order to keep prying eyes away from sensitive information they preferred to keep under wraps.

Two agents patrolling around the house met at the front door, standing guard before resuming their vigil. The oldest of the two, a man in his mid-forties, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He offered the pack to his partner, a young black man of twenty, who politely declined.

"Don't like the look of that weather," the smoking agent muttered.

"You and me both," the young agent said. A frown creased on his brow, deep in thought.

The senior agent picked up on it, taking a drag on his cigarette. "Something on your mind, rookie?"

"It's just that... my brain is trying to process what I've seen here. I mean, The Team Go actually grew up and lived here! Never thought I'd actually see a place like this!"

"It's just a house, like any other on this street," the senior agent said. "Besides, this is the second time I'm here to deal with clean up."

"Wait... what? When?"

The senior agent fell silent, taking another deep drag on his cigarette and blew more smoke into the night air.

"It was a night not unlike this one, about four years ago. Neighborhood was rocked by a huge explosion, leaving nine wounded and one dead. 'Officially' it was a poorly maintained gas line, but the reality was a comet. Y'see, NASA thought it would've simply burned up as soon as it hit the atmosphere, so no cause for panic, right? Well, they were wrong. The damn thing struck the backyard of this very house, obliterating the treehouse and injuring five minors who were inside at the time." He sighed, his face ashen as that night came back to him. Another drag of his cigarette calmed his nerves. "The mother, ah Jeez... she was near a window, probably looking out to check on her children, right when the comet hit and sent glass flying into her. She was DOA by the time she got to the hospital. As for the kids, well, when medics carried them from the crater, it was obvious that something had changed them. But that wasn't the thing that stuck with me that night. It was when I saw one agent with Dr. Director, demanding that his family receive the best medical care available."

"Hold up... 'his family?'" The rookie inquired, his jaw slack in realization. "You're kidding me, right? You telling me that Team Go's father is GJ?"

Before the senior agent could say any more, the distant roar of a V10 engine caught the attention of the two agents, heralding the approach of the new arrival. A Dodge Viper (SR 1), with an Venom Black Clearcoat exterior paint. It was extensively modified for high performance, the owner evidently taking pride in the vehicle's appearance. Pulling up to the curb with surprising speed, powerful brakes and high-grip tires enabled the Viper to stop just as quickly. As the engine was killed, the driver door opened and out stepped what many male agents, and few women, regarded in private as the 'Queen of Ice'.

Dr. Elizabeth Director. Recently promoted to Commander of Operations to the US division of the Global Justice Network.

An attractive young woman in her early thirties; brunette hair styled in a side parted pixie bob with tapered nape, with a black eyepatch worn over what once was her right eye. Her remaining left eye acknowledged the agents with a cold professional courtesy.

She wore a form fitting blue standard issue bodysuit, that complimented her athletic body; one that had been honed over years of intense physical training. Differing herself from the others, she had a black leather bomber jacket that she wore open, coming short just above the utility belt around her defined hips. Her feet were protected with white steel-toe tactical boots, kept in immaculate condition.

The senior agent quickly dropped his cigarette and ground it with his heel, saluting her as she approached them. The rookie quickly followed suit, flustered by her arrival.

"Dr. Director! We... weren't expecting you!" The senior agent said, unable to mask his curiosity. "Is this a surprise inspection?"

Director shook her head as she crossed her arms. "At ease, agent. This isn't an inspection. However, I will be taking over this investigation effective immediately."

"Certainly, Dr. Director, but I'm afraid to say that you'll be wasting your time. Damage Control already completed most of it."

"Regardless, I'll still be taking a look around," Director said, her annoyance starting to slip through. "Resume your patrol, agent. I don't want to be disturbed." Sniffing the air before she leaned closer, her voice was dangerously low when she spoke again. "Count yourself lucky that this isn't an inspection, agent. Friendly reminder for you. Smoke on your own damn time, never on duty! Clear?!"

"C-Clear," he said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Passing by the agent, Director made her way into the house. She wished she got here sooner, her focus having been the remains of Electronique's lair. By the time she was informed of what happened, she knew Shego was long gone. Still, she had to come to see for herself.

Surveying the scene before her, she let out a heavy sigh. The living room was trashed, selected framed photographs that once hung on the walls now lay smashed on the carpeted floor. Picking one up, she examined the vandalized photo: Four brothers smiling happily while on an outing to Go City National Forest Park, while the fifth sibling had been burnt out of the picture. Setting it aside, Director made her way to the back garden.

She was immediately assaulted by the stench of burnt grass, her eye noting the large patch of dark scorched earth. In the center were the remains of clothing, almost unrecognizable at first, until Director moved closer. The remains of a Team Go mission uniform, most of the iconic green and black fabric completely destroyed by the fire, with only traces of the zip and buttons remaining. Still lying down on the damp grass was the hastily dropped garden hose, water still dribbling from the end. One of her agents, a young woman with blonde hair, was finishing taking photographic evidence. Producing a clear zip lock bag, she began to bag the uniform.

Silently acknowledging the agent with a nod, Director returned to the interior of the house. Making her way to the landing, she climbed the stairs to the first floor. The four brother's rooms were relatively untouched, except for signs that someone had been inside. Impressions on the beds indicated that Shego had been sitting on them, mourning the loss of her last remaining family. Making her way toward the attic conversion, she climbed the wooden ladder and took in a sharp intake of air at the destruction before her.

What was once a well kept and tidy room now lay in complete disarray. Curtains were torn and shredded, while web-like cracks spread through the windows. The bed had been upturned, the mattress and bedding tossed around. Light green walls were now bare of decoration; the posters of bands such as Nirvana, Soundgarden and others that Director couldn't begin to identify were now lying on the floor, shred beyond recognition. Black oak shelves that once proudly displayed awards and trophies were now empty, the awards now burnt and melted in the hardwood floor. An entire wardrobe was thrown about, most of the clothing coming from the Smarty Mart line. The pine desk used for homework and study had been flipped and smashed. Next to it were the remains of a Macintosh Quadra 840V, along with a broken 16" Macintosh Color Display, AppleDesign Powered Speakers, Apple Extended Keyboard II and Apple Desktop Bus Mouse II.

'Christ kid, you're really hurting," Director thought, exhaling a sad sigh as she shifted through the remains.

Climbing down the ladder and returning to the top floor hallway, she stopped before the master bedroom; what had become a well-kept memorial to parents long dead. The door was wide open, two young agents having entered to document the scene. The subject of their conversation was their current assignment; full of innuendoes and rumors relating to recent events. Entirely inappropriate befitting those under her command. Clearing her throat to get their attention, the startled agents turned around and paled in her presence.

"Leave this room," Director ordered, more harshly than she intended.

As soon as they left, Director quietly closed the door. It was a typical bedroom for two people, with a large luxury double bed; unslept in but still cleaned weekly. To the side sat a large vanity table, with brands of make-up that had not been touched for years. A large walk-in wardrobe held the clothes of the parents, kept in vacuum sealed bags to preserve them. On the wall were some photographs and decorative works of art brought from yard sales.

Sitting down on the bed, Director saw a framed photograph on the bedside drawer lay face down. Picking it up, she let out an involuntary gasp at the sight of old friends. The glass of the frame beheld a dark lipstick stain from a daughter's final goodbye. Tears in her eye, a nostalgic smile formed on her lips as she looked at the photo.

She breathed a silent whisper, uttering a name that conjured old feelings of joy and regret. "Hezir."

An elegant Israeli woman was looking toward the camera, soft skin a delicate caramel color. Her face an exotic beauty, of vibrant emerald eyes and thick raven hair that hung to her waist. She wore an expression of joyful amusement, her lips parted in a dazzling smile. She was wearing a flowing white summer dress, while she sat on the garden bench on one of the clearest summer day's, back when the photo was taken. In her arms she held a sleeping infant, a beautiful one year old girl; now a young woman that bore a striking resemblance to her mother.

Sitting next to her, with his arm around Hezir's waist was her husband; Agent Thomas Go. A large, muscular man whose frame towered over his fellow agents, yet he always had a warm jovial smile worn on his bearded rugged face, just like he did in the photograph. His blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight and brown hair that hung to his neck was loose and natural. He wore a red plaid shirt with the top button undone, blue jeans with a brown belt and tan boots.

That was the day of Shego's first birthday, an event that Director attended as a family friend. She smiled as she remembered taking the photograph for them. Pleasant memories of their time together surfaced in her mind, as her heart twisted at the conflicting emotions that came with it.

"Oh, Hez," she whimpered, her finger slowly tracing the woman's sharp jawline. A mournful whimper escaped past her trembling lip. "I'm so sorry!"

Holding the photo close to her breast, she closed her eye in silent reflection. In her career at the Global Justice Network, tirelessly working her way up the ranks, she had numerous successes that outweighed her failures, yet those failures drove her to do better. As of late her best was evidently not enough.

"I won't ask for your forgiveness, I don't deserve it after what happened," Director whispered, looking at the photograph once more. Her eye focused on the sleeping infant, a strong determination filling her heart. "But I swear on my life, I will not fail your daughter!"

Gently setting the framed photograph back in its place, she dried the left side of her face with the back of her sleeve and, after taking a brief moment to compose herself, quietly stood up and left the room. Heading back downstairs she signaled for the agents attention, and had them all assemble outside in the backyard. Once she had her audience, her eye coldly studied them before she finally spoke.

"Listen up!" She barked, a steel hardness in her voice. "I know some agents have the habit to 'gossip' about their assignments, especially the more exciting ones. So let me make this perfectly clear. Everything you seen and heard here is classified. If anyone so much as breathes a single word about this, they'll be stuck with the worst assignment imaginable for the rest of their careers, and honestly, I got no idea what that assignment that could be because everyone knows better than to get on my bad side! Got it?!"

She was answered with a chorus of "Yes, Dr. Director!"

"Good. Resume your duties."

The agents scrambled to carry out her orders. Heading out toward the front of the house, she pressed a button on her watch; a prototype communication device that also doubled as a defensive taser weapon. It was something she was personally field testing, with the hope that it may become standard issue. With a slight crackle, a male voice answered.

"Go City Headquarters. How can we help, Dr. Director?"

"Put out an APB on Shego! Any bank accounts in her name, I want checked! Find out where and when she last used an ATM! All modes of public transportation out of the city are to be investigated! Have checkpoints on all major and minor roads leading out of the city, set up within a 15 mile radius! Shego has about a hour lead on us, so she can't have gone far! Any agents we can spare are to be assigned to the search and I want them to report anything out of the ordinary, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem directly to me! Understood?"

"Understood, Dr. Director!"

Ending communication, Director breathed a heavy sigh as she left the house. She already knew the chances of finding Shego were slim. Despite her young age, she already had training and skills that placed her among the most elite of G.J. agents.

A rumble in the dark, cloudy skies had snapped Director out of her trail of thought. Feeling the first few drops of rain on her skin getting progressively heavier, Betty returned to her car.


A lone figure climbed the muddy incline, the rain soaking her to the bone, despite the thick dark green outdoor jacket she wore. Black sneakers were caked in mud and water logged, every step she could feel the water squishing between her toes. Her breath was heavy from exertion of the large camping backpack that weighed on her, the 22lbs of whatever supplies she could carry seemed heavier than usual. Long raven hair clung to her brow, the fifteen year old taking shelter under a tree to fix her hair. Setting her bag down, Shego searched for a small black hair tie, pulling down her hood and quickly tying up her hair into a ponytail before pulling the hood back over her head.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she looked back toward the city in the distance; the tall skyscrapers of the metropolis shining brightly, and the peaceful suburbs which her family called home. Bloodshot emerald eyes focused on the tall structure on Go Island, tears falling at the sight of Go Tower's. Grief, guilt and sheer terror weighed heavily on her heart, as the memories of that fateful night continued to haunt her.

Shego collapsed to her knees, unable to fight the rising sensation in her throat. Retching and heaving, a nauseated groan escaped from her as the half-digested contents of her stomach splattered to the forest floor. Spitting the foul remnants from her mouth, she jerked her head back as she screamed. A tortured heart-broken scream lost in symphony of falling rain, howling wind and the rumble of thunder. A blinding flash of lightning tore across the sky, briefly illuminating the tired features of the former heroine's face.

When she was finally able to, Shego stood up and brushed most of the mud that clung to her dark blue jeans. Turning her back on the city she once protected, it took every bit of willpower she could muster to push the tormenting memories away. Go City was full of too many reminders and it was not like she had anything to keep her there. Not anymore.

She just had to get away, far away. As to where, she had no clue or plan for that matter. Anywhere was better than this.

Hoisting her backpack on her shoulders, she walked on into the night.


Author Response

This is a brand new story that came to me while I was on vacation, visiting relatives in New Milton a while back. I'll be continuing Go City Drama soon, as I put it on hold while I focused on plot development for upcoming stories for a collaboration with LuvPurple99.

To clarify the age of character's in this story, by using the original airdate of Kim Possible as a reference and my own judgement, Shego will be around 15 years old. Kim and Ron will be around 7 years of age. This is going to be a separate AU from other stories.

Hope you all enjoy this tale and feel free to leave a review if you wish, feedback is appreciated.

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