"Oh Snap!"

By Eoraptor

Rated T, inspired by a challenge at KP Slash Haven dot Net

Chapter 2

It was several hours of near catatonia before Kim finally began to come around to herself once again. The first thing she did was to vomit into the bucket next to her bed.

Once that was out of the way, she got up and walked to the basin. She was in a hospital. It wasn't Middleton General, she knew that building like the back of her hand… which now had a rather large and disreputable-looking tracking device attached to it. Sighing, she sat back on the bed and tried to recall what the heck had happened.

She didn't have a lot of luck with it. She remembered an alarm going off, and then a lot of anger. Her hands automatically clenched, as if holding something tightly in her grasp. An arm…

But as quickly as the thought materialized, it vanished back into the ether.

Looking around, Kim noticed several things. Her room had no clocks, and no windows. The floor was tile rather than industrial carpet. And the bed lacked the usual lanyard to control the TV and lights. The TV was also absent.

"Great… a psych ward." Kim sighed. "What, I was that much a danger to myself?"

"No you were that much a danger to others," came a cool tone from the corner.

"Doctor Director?"

"Yes…" came the reply "They didn't want to put you in Middleton County Jail for fear you would dismantle the place. The only reason you're not restrained now is because you picked apart the first three sets they put on you. You did it out of boredom I think."

"And who is… they?" Kim frowned, looking at her hands again. Once more she could just about sense what had passed through her fingers, but it remained just outside of reach.

"Middleton PD." The director nodded as she stepped into the light. "I take it that you don't remember why you're here?"

The doe-eyed look the eighteen year old gave the spy was confirmation enough of that.

"Well, it's not my place to tell you. I'll leave that to the attending physician." Doctor Director nodded solemnly, "I'm only here as an observer."

Kim frowned firmly, "At least tell me where I am?"

"Upperton University Hospital, high-risk observation ward. Though, I foresee a redesign in its future considering that you're only here because you didn't choose to leave." The Director of Global Justice provided cryptically.

Kim sighed darkly and dropped her head in shame. Oly then did she notice that she was clothed only in her panties and a hospital issue sports bar. "Suicide watch?"

"No, standard intake procedure," Betty acknowledged, "Though frankly, I think they took away your clothes more out of fear of what you could do with the titanium wire reinforcements than what you might do to yourself."

Kim winced, "You make me sound like Hannibal Lector."

"After what you did, Miss Possible, I'd be surprised if someone didn't write a book." The Director shook her head. "But as I said, I'm only here as an observer. And now that you seem to have come back to yourself, my job is done. For now at least."

The director returned to the corner of the room, and was swallowed up by an oculus that opened in the floor and then disappeared as soon as she did. The redhead sighed and looked around herself. Part of her brain instantly began to calculate the best way to escape, but she realized that she must be here for her own good.

Still, by the time the doctor came in three minutes Later, Kim had that many different escape options available to her, even just being in her underwear in a mostly barren room.

Over the next few minutes the psychiatrist gave her a rather clinical account of how she had assaulted a fellow student severely and destroyed a classroom. He also informed her that they had given her a sedative, which probably explained why she couldn't remember much of what she was told she had done, or having been here for seven hours, apparently conscious for most of it.

She went quietly with the Middleton police officers who came to escort her back to the police station for booking. She was surprised to find her parents waiting for her, and that she was being released to them. On the way out, she overheard from the desk sergeant that it was because they didn't want the jail to riot as criminals tried to take down the great Kim Possible, emphasis on "try."

Despite another sedative to help her sleep, because apparently she was suffering from acute sleep deprivation, Kim didn't rest very well at all. Throughout the night she began to recall some of what she had done, and knew that she had done it. It wasn't some conspiracy or evil plot to drive her insane.

She remembered wanting to rip Bonnie's arm off at the root and beat her to death with it very vividly, and she remembered some of what she had said to the girl on that very subject. A lot of it was still a blur to her though. She shivered, holding herself through the night, not wanting to think about the person who had said those things. Because that person was her.

She wished Ron was here.

By the morning Ron had been cleared to visit. He didn't look any better than she felt, and couldn't meet her eyes.

Her parents took her before the judge, who declared that she was charged with felony assault and set a trial for a week out.

The rest of the day was a blur to the redhead. Her mother took her to a doctor's appointment with a family therapist, but she tuned most of that out. Daddy didn't know what to say to his daughter, the living weapon, and so mostly flustered with his newspaper. She didn't even see her brothers.

The rest of the week went much like that. Everyone she knew left her alone for the most part. By the following Thursday she was feeling a bit more human, but the pall of an actual criminal trial hung over her head like the Sword of Damocles. She was eighteen, an adult, and not under any alien influences at the time. She knew she was not going to skate by with a slap on the wrist.

Kim got her first shock on walking into the court room. Bonnie was sitting on the far side of the room, and not looking at anyone. Her left arm was in a sling with a splint on it, and her right wrist was also splinted up. Kim shivered, because while she still couldn't recall the specifics of what she'd done beyond some of the words, she knew she was going to find out.

The court trial was a bit surreal. The first thing Kim did was to stand up and plead guilty. The gallery erupted in murmurs, and one or two outright calls of disbelief. Ron had to be restrained from calling out that Kim had been driven to insanity and was innocent of all charges and obviously it had been a synthoclone who had done it and didn't Bonnie deserve it anyway. He was escorted out until his testimony was needed.

After gaveling for order, the judge accepted her plea and went on with the proceedings. Doctors gave testimony about Bonnie's injuries, erasing any of Kim's hopes that the prima dona was simply playing things up to her own advantage. Both wrists dislocated, left thumb dislocated, multiple strains and sprains all along her left arm. The police report that was entered into evidence also showed the now-fading bruises on her arm and neck in grizzly detail.

Again Kim looked at her own hands. Part of her knew that she could easily have done worse, and it terrified her that she hadn't stopped because she was begged to or was forced to, but simply because she chose to.

Next was more damning evidence. Wade had been subpoenaed.

The teen felt heartsick at the look on her friend's face. She knew he could, at a split-second's notice, have made every stitch of evidence against her disappear. But he didn't, and the voice recording from her kimmunicator brought it all home to her as it was played for the court.

Her words; cold, calculating, demanding. How she laid out in cruel detail the ways in which she could hurt Bonnie, and would do so at a moment's provocation. She remembered feeling that way now. She could recall the temptation to do it; to snap Bonnie's arm with martial precision just to hear her squeal and beg forgiveness. Like there was a second person living inside of her head who would not hesitate for a moment to injure or kill Bonnie for being just an irritant.

She'd felt that person's presence before… a year ago at Bueno Nacho headquarters. The dark Kim who had chased down Shego after the fight was already won, and then beat her in hand to hand combat and kicked her off a building. She'd thought at the time that it was just a lapse, that two maniacal super villains who held the entire world in their hands had driven her to it.

Now, not so much.

Kim looked at Bonnie, but the brunette would not so much as glance at her. And why would she? Kim's voice, in crystal clear digital fidelity, warned her against so much as breathing the same air in the kimmunicator recording. Bonnie got up on the stand and quietly recounted her version of events, how her phone had gone off and how Kim had exploded in a rage and started hurting her in ways she thought only happened in movies.

If Kim weren't so depressed as to her fate, she would have laughed, because Wade's recording already refuted that Bonnie's actions had been innocent, her own voice jeering as she set off her ringtone second time on purpose.

Then the defense of Kim Possible began. The doctors from Upperton U described in detail her break with reality; the catatonic nature with which she had removed her bindings as soon as they were put on, but otherwise sat on the bed, well behaved. The family therapist her mom had hired talked about her insane lifestyle and the pressures that she not only dealt with from the world, but the weights she put on herself.

Wade and Ron both testified about the things that Kim dealt with on a daily basis, including Bonnie's repeated machinations. Kim's Mom and Dad backed that up with an account of the ski trip where Bonnie had purposely set up the entire class chaperone program to embarrass her. Kim had no idea who subpoenaed Ron Rieger to testify about the rigged homecoming election.

Once her court-appointed attorney rested, the judge spoke up.

"Miss Possible. In addition to the testimony entered here today, this court has been inundated with testimonials of your character. In fact, I'm sure the mail room is still sorting through more as we speak. Some of those testimonials come from unimpeachable sources and some… I'm not even at liberty to discuss where they came from. Frankly, anyone who has ever watched the evening news for five minutes knows your character. The letters and documents are just icing on the cake."

"However," The judge continued after a solemn moment, "Character is what we do when no one is looking. And what you did speaks to a flaw in yours, Miss Possible. You've pled guilty to this assault, and audio evidence verifies every chilling word of your violent threats and actions. No matter your past exploits, this court cannot look the other way over such egregious actions."

The magistrate picked up his gavel and slowly rolled it in his hands as he considered all that had been laid before him. "I could empanel a jury and order you to stand trial for sentencing, as you've pled guilty, but I don't see the point. Between the testimony, the character references, and the record of your turning yourself in, remaining incarcerated, and of showing up here when you could easily have fled to any corner of the Earth or beyond demonstrates your willingness to be done with these proceedings."

"You place me in an incredible position Miss Possible, which I understand is quite the norm for you." The judge gave a weary but wry smile as he continued to pontificate, "Were you any other individual, you'd automatically be serving a minimum of six months given the violence of your assault and the threats you made. However, you're not any other person, and your otherwise spotless record would grant you clemency."

The judge leafed through the papers before him again with a sigh, shaking his head, "And it is also clear that this attack was not entirely without provocation. And that is the only reason I did not grant a protective order to the victim. The law does not exist to shield provocateurs from their actions. And believe me, the Middleton School District will be hearing from this court on their policies regarding bullying and they will not like what they will hear."

"Which brings me back to your actions." He sighed again, setting his gavel down and pulling on his glasses, "No matter how provoked you may have felt, life-threatening violence is not a proper response to high school rivalry, Miss Possible. Particularly when you've been trained in forms of combat that I can't even grasp despite the reports provided. You obviously have access to better tools to resolve your problems."

"And speaking of tools, and here I quote, 'two grappling hooks with stainless steel penetrating bolts which would pin your spleen six inches into the concrete.' While the law may not consider these things weapons on school grounds, I think they are hardly safe things to have in a room full of rambunctious teenagers."

The judge reclined slightly in his set, and looked to the vaulted ceilings as though seeking divine guidance, "My problem is this then, Miss Possible. I'm not justified in sentencing you to prison for a single incident of assault given your history. And even if I were, it would be the grossest of judicial negligence to put you in the same place as the very people you have put away. I may as well throw a match on the pool of gasoline that is your life myself."

"Likewise, Community Service is laughable. In four years, you've done more service to this community, and the global community, than I have handed down to all my defendants in twenty years on the bench. Anything I could give you, you would breeze through long before your high school graduation in three months' time. Don't even ask about probation. There's no probation officer in the world who could keep up with tracking you across all seven continents on a weekly basis or verifying you are where you say you are, nor would I order you confined to one jurisdiction and deprive the world of your service, not after New Mexico and those cursed robots that caved my house in on my head."

The magistrate sighed and considered again all the papers before him on the bench, "So what am I to do with you? Nothing in my raft of experience seems fitting or justified in this case. Prison is inappropriate, civil punishment is a joke, and any fine I levy would be paid off instantly by your numerous benefactors, even over your own objections I imagine. And yet, there must be real and lasting consequences over this matter."

After several moments consideration, the Jurist finally sat forward and looked at the Possibles arrayed behind the defendant's table, "So here is my judgment. Kim Possible, you are definitely a threat to others and most likely to yourself as well. However, you are no more a threat than any other highly trained soldier or law enforcement agent. Your skills must be tempered with more judgment and restraint than you have shown in this incident."

Nodding, he picked up a paper and began writing, "Therefore, my first order is that you seek ongoing therapy for your personality flaws and your anger issues. This must include at minimum two weeks of in-patient treatment at a facility approved by this court, and I will strongly suggest that be expanded to ninety days. Some enforced down-time will be of great benefit to you I imagine."

Kim hung her head. She was being ordered to a looney bin. And she deserved it.

"Additionally; on the point of your crime fighting lifestyle. It must be more clearly separated from your regular life. Your extensive arsenal of dangerous weapons is only one facet. Two grappling hooks with stainless steel penetrating bolts which would pin a persons' spleen six inches into the concrete are not the sorts of items which should be carried in a backpack at a high school, even if the law does not strictly consider grappling hooks and sleeping gas to be deadly weapons."

The judge nodded firmly as he wrote on a second piece of paper, "I am issuing a judicial restraining order on this point. The most technologically advanced equipment you can carry on your person when not actively engaged in crime fighting or world saving is one unmodified cellular telephone. No more grappling hooks, and no more illegal electronic surveillance equipment on your wrist. No batons, knives, ropes, pulleys, or class three lasers. I am sure your friends will be happy to keep these things safe until you need them."

Kim sank further into her chair. She already felt naked since the police had confiscated her kimmunicator. And now she was being ordered to not carry so much as a pocket knife to protect the people she loved on a daily basis.

"This order is not limited to Middleton High." The judge clarified as he handed the order to his bailiff, "Should you continue on to college or a trade school, which I cannot imagine you not doing, the same restrictions apply. This court can do nothing about your bare hands, but it can ensure that further weapons are not put into them."

"And finally," The magistrate sat back from his bench slightly to deliver his edict, "This court intends to follow up on this situation to ensure you've learned your lesson. I am scheduling a hearing for six months from now to examine your compliance with my orders. If at that time, I feel you have progressed in your treatment and have been adhering to the restrictions placed on you, we will consider easing your conditions. In a year if the court feels you have been successful in committing to your own treatment and education, we will consider expunging this assault from your record."

The judge looked directly at Kim, leveling his final assessment, "Be clear on this, Miss Possible I am extending to you an olive branch. And I will not tolerate any deviation in your accepting it. If any shadow of this incident is repeated, this court or another will see you are thrown in with the likes of the people you help us to stop and you will be treated no differently from them. Am I understood?"

"Y- yes your honour," Kim's voice broke slightly as she nodded her ascent to the terms. "Th- thank you for this chance."

"Good. This court stands adjourned."

Outside, Kim felt ambivalent. She was not going to be locked away like the monster she was, but her life stood drastically changed. A convicted felon at eighteen. After several moments fending off her friends and her family and cadre of reporters, Kim felt her sanity fraying at the edges. The dark Kim whispered seductively into her ear to make an example of that nosey cameraman and they would all back off; and wouldn't it be easy to break off that telephoto lens and do anatomically painful things with it?

Instead, the redhead took advantage of the fact that she was no longer under arrest or probation and just got out of there. On foot. It took her two blocks to shake the last of the reporters, but she managed to do it without violating the judge's orders.

And then her day just went to hell.

"Mmmmm, Kimmie kimmie kimmie… You bad girl…" came another dangerously seductive purr.

For a moment she was certain she'd again lost her fight to hold on to reality and that she was hearing from her own demons.

Then she realized that the purr was not her own voice. Shego was perched in a tree, looking down on her.

"I knew you were a hard ass underneath," the villainess dropped down from the tree, shaking her head, "But threatening to kill a girl in the middle of a classroom just for pissing you off? Damn that makes the time I broke Hego's jaw for spying on my first lesbian encounter seem like Candyland."

Kim flinched and trembled. Because right now she could imagine again doing things to Bonnie for such provocations. She refocused her anger on the real threat before her and barely contained the snarl, "Get out of my face, Shego… believe me, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

"Oh, I've met you when you're Angry, She-Hulk…" Shego casually lifted up the leg of her catsuit, pointing to a scar running up her left calf, "the court thinks you arrested me… but I remember having a building dropped on my ass while trying to run away."

The redhead clenched her fists repeatedly, trying to will away the crimson mist filling her vision, "What do you want Shego?"

"Oh, I thought I'd come and poke the bear," the evil woman smirked as she let the skin tight leg of her suit slide back down.

"Shego, if you have a death wish, go have someone else fill it." The felon snarled, for one moment feeling glad that she didn't have any of her gadgets on her as a vision of shooting the vexing woman in the mouth with the grapple gun flashed through her mind.

"Actually," Shego sighed a bit, leaning up against a wrought iron fence, "I'm here to do my civic duty."

"…which is?" Kim growled darkly, eyes clenched shut as she worked to keep control of herself after the longest two weeks of her life.

"It's a public service announcement," the villainess quipped, "The judge ordered you to get help. Do it."

Kim's eyes flew open at the flippant tone and she very nearly stalked towards Shego, her foot twitching against the pavement to take that first portentous step, "What's it to you?"

"Simple Princess… You're on the same path I was. Get off of it."

"Why?" She glared, all better instinct to accept the good advice burning away in the face of who was delivering it.

After a long moment of looking anywhere but at the enraged redhead, Shego sighed, "Because you fucking scare me. I turned evil because people pissed me off too and bad guys get to hurt people for doing that shit. But I just steal things and occasionally beat up a cop or a hero or a hench. You? This is the second time in a year you've nearly killed someone over having your titties twisted. People don't typically get a third 'almost' in a situation like that."

Kim stopped, some of her anger cooling on the apparently knowledgeable warning. After a moment she gritted out a question, "And why do you care?"

"Self-preservation, Pumpkin…" the villainess tossed off, "If you're going to kill anyone, it's likely to be me or my boss... me and my boss most likely. So… Get. Help."

Clawing a hand irritably down her face, Kim did her best to process the advice. Finally, she looked up, eyeing the themed villainess, "Were… were you in the courtroom?"

"No… you think a wanted felon just walks into a packed courthouse?" She smirked, lifting her eyebrow rakishly, "Court TV, dumbass."

Kim's temper exploded and she let swing with a right hook, but Shego was already gone, just the scent of Ozone and irritation left in her wake.

The redhead decided to go and find her parents and get checked in to that clinic.

AN; this has been buzzing around my head for a few weeks, but last night it just jelled. Hope you enjoy the repercussions of Kim's actions.

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