I do not own any characters named herein from Disney, and am only using them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Possibly Strange

By LJ59

12

Kim heard Shego scream.

She turned just in time to see her fall on her face in the middle of the street, her seared clothing showing bits of exposed skin.

She saw the still glowing weapon in the hands of the helmeted dwarf that stood just outside an innocuous van parked in the shadows beyond Mrs. Jefferson's house, and swore.

Then Dementor was turning the weapon on her, and cackling, "Your turn, fraulein," as light exploded around her.

She felt the rush of heat around her, just before her mission clothes seared away, and exploded outward, and she blinked against the glare as she activated her battle-suit in the same instant she had spotted that ray.

She wanted to rush to Shego even as she thumbed her Kimmunicator, activating the stealth-mode to give her an edge on the freak for once as her force-field managed to shunt the intense UV rays around her even if she did feel some of the heat getting through as sweat broke out all over her body.

Not as bad as a blast full in the face, though, and she was worried about Shego because of that.

She rushed at the freak, mindful of her limited stealth ability, and heard the man chortle as he stared at the scraps of her ruining clothing, mocking, "I vaporized her completely! I, Professor Dementor have finally…..!"

Kim tapped him on the shoulder.

After she had deftly snatched his belt from around his thick waist. Ensuring she had also removed the cord from the power-pack that led to the short, but obviously dangerous rifle he carried.

"Vhat," he frowned, looking around.

"This is for Shego," she snarled, and drove a hard fist into his jaw, knocking the helmet off his flat head when he went flying.

Even as she stepped forward, her stealth began to fade, but she had already stepped on the fallen UV ray, and crushed it under a powerful foot as she strode toward the fallen villain who was already clambering to his feet.

Short, and mad, he was admittedly tough.

"Impossible," he howled, glaring at her. "How could you have survived…..?"

"Princess," came a low, almost feral growl from behind her.

Kim and Dementor both looked over to see Shego pushing herself to her feet, shrugging off her ruined duster now, and glaring at the man without his trademark helmet.

"He's mine," she snarled, her hands rising as they all but glowed with intense energies she radiated just then.

"Impossible," the man howeled again. "That blast should have destroyed you! Vhat is with the glowing hands, and the glowing suits? Vhat is with all the glowing? Nein, nein, this is impossible," he howled.

Just before twin blasts of Shego's raw plasma hit him full in the chest, and face, and sent him howling in pain as he was flung back into the Possible house's force shield. He shrieked again, twitching like a fly on a bug-zapper, and then slowly slid down the shimmering, copper dome to land on his face in the street. Short, squat limbs still twitching, though he didn't otherwise move.

"Next," Shego growled, turning to face the men still standing that now just gaped at her.

As one, the Henches turned, and ran into the night. Not even bothering to try to help their already fallen companions.

"Gotta love that kind of loyalty, don't you," Shego muttered, lowering her hands as Kim walked over to study her.

"You're….okay?"

"I feel like someone plugged me into a freaking nuclear reactor," she complained. "But I'm fine," Shego grinned. "Remember what Nerdlinger said about me absorbing any kind of energy? Guess he was right."

"I'm glad," Kim said, and flung her arms around her. "Thank God, you're okay."

"Jeez, Kimmie. Not in front of the rabble," she complained as neighbors began to risk looking out their doors and windows again.

Kim laughed, and smiled up at her.

"Let's call this in, and tie these freaks up. Then we need to deliver Henry's serum."

"Because we haven't done enough tonight," Shego muttered.

"Yes, and who is Henry," a dry voice asked as Dr. Director herself came up the block leading five men in GJ uniforms.

"Dr. Director? You're here?"

"We heard Dementor was attacking your house. We picked up a few stragglers," she said, nodding to four men in cuffs behind her own men. "Dementor?"

"We were about to tie him up. He's not going anywhere this time," Kim smirked, glancing over at the limp, still smoldering man who was going to need his helmet in the future from what she could see of his scorched flesh, and very singed beard.

"Interesting…..light show we saw just before we arrived," Betty declared eyeing Shego. "Very interesting."

"Dementor had a ray of some kind. I smashed it," Kim told her as she walked over, and wound a plastic cord around Dementor's thick wrists, pinning them behind his back before hogtying him, too, just to ensure he couldn't run off.

He was good at that.

"Oh, I saw that as we flew over. I'm talking about after the ray was destroyed," Betty said, her eyes blatantly locked on Shego. "A….consequence of Wade's genetic manipulation?"

"No," Kim stated bluntly. "It's what she had locked inside her all along. She can….absorb energy. Any energy. That's why she survived that night you mentioned. That's why she's here now. Helping. Like I said, she's a hero, too," Kim concluded.

"Way to insult me, Princess," Shego said, rolling her eyes.

"Princess," Betty asked, the brow over her good eye rising.

Shego just glared at her.

"Kim! Are you okay," her parents came out only then. "The boys insisted we stay inside, but…."

"We're fine, mom. Shego put this freak down. But the Tweebs did good with their home defense shield. Great job, guys," she grinned at them.

"No big," both boys preened as Betty eyed them speculatively.

"Yes, I would very much like to see just how it works," Dr. Director declared.

"Can't tell you," Jim declared.

"It's an ancient family secret," Tim nodded.

"Family secret," James frowned.

"See? It's so old, even dad forgot about it," Jim grinned.

Kim slapped a hand over her face as Shego only sniggered.

Ann only shook her head.

KP

"Miss Possible. I would like to speak to you," the Elder addressed her as she came out of the mall after having picked up a few things for her mom that evening.

"Sure," she said, nodding at the old man that followed her, walking casually as he held a cane he obviously didn't need since his gait was that of a much younger man. "I've got a few."

"It's been two months. The Dravens, wisely, have said nothing. Nor have you, I have noted."

"I did give my word."

"So you did. It might interest you to know that Henry is doing quite well, too. He even enjoys the sun now, and has become quite…..tanned."

"I'm glad. He seemed like a nice guy."

"Indeed. I wish your serum for myself, and my son," he told her. "Some of our Council are still uncertain, but I felt if I were to offer such a boon, I should show my own trust in you, and your young friend. When may we be….scanned, you call it?"

"Right now," she told him, pausing at her car parked not far from a long, black limo. "Is Junior with you?"

"Inside," he sighed. "He has discovered a new salon that carries some new hygiene products he now favors."

"That's cool. Since he's your son, we should be able to use the same serum on your both. It worked on the Dravens. So I just need to scan you," she said, sliding her bags into the back of the Roth.

"And when would it be ready?"

"Let's ask. Wade," she said, tapping her 'watch.' "Wade, we have another volunteer."

"Senor Senior," the stocky boy that appeared on the small digital face greeted him. "How do you do?"

"You…..know me?"

"Wade knows everything I know," Kim told him. "Wade, Senor Senior would like to try the serum for himself, and his son. Can you scan him."

"Sure. Shouldn't take a second," Wade replied, not bothering to admit he had scanned them weeks ago when Kim first walked into the house.

"How long will this take?"

"Done," Wade told them. "I can have serums in…three hours. I'm getting better at refining the process," he told Kim.

"Thanks, Wade. You definitely rock."

"Anytime, Kim. I'll deliver it as usual."

"Please, and thank you," she said before shutting off the Kimmunicator.

"It occurs to me, Miss Possible, that you wore that particular device more than once in my home," the Elder stated as he eyed her wrist after she lowered it.

"And yet I never betrayed you. Or had it activated while inside. I did give my word," she told him with a smile.

"Point taken. You are….a very admirable young lady. In another time, I would have considered making you a bride."

"That's okay. I don't date men."

"What a loss," he sighed. "I would ask, have you seen Shego? Of late, she's rarely around, and I find I have actually been worrying over my wayward charge."

"She'll be out any minute. Or ten. She was still going through stores when I left."

"She is….with you?'

"She chose to stay with me. For now. We're somewhat of an unofficial team. She even let Wade make her a new costume."

One, she didn't add, that was designed to suit her, as well as mask the fact it helped her control, and vent the amount of energy she received from any source. Even she had refused to admit how much Dementor's attack had hurt her at first.

Not until after Betty had left, and she all but collapsed on the couch once out of sight of anyone else.

"I never want to do that again," she had moaned, and complained for hours until she managed to move enough to start venting more of the residual energies still inside her. They had worked out for hours in the back yard after that to help, but Kim didn't mind. It had been fun. So few people she knew could keep up with her. She didn't have that problem with Shego.

Betty, with little choice on her part, accepted Shego had become an unofficial part of Kim's team, but had had to admit that Shego could be more than effective. Her skills were somewhat on a par with Kim's, but she also had other abilities that augmented Kim's own. Not to mention, she was far better at stealth, and breaking and entering than anyone else alive so far as Kim could tell.

In short, they made a very good team.

"Hey, old man, what's up now," Shego drawled as she walked up just then still wearing a garment that hugged her shapely body. One of some kind of synthetic material that was patterned in green and black now, setting off her complexion in a manner that was far more flattering than her old, black bodysuit.

"He came for the serum," Kim told her. "He's decided to try it himself."

"Told you," Shego grinned. "For an old man, he's likely one of the smarter of that bunch. The rest are…."

"Shego," Kim sighed.

"Fossils," Shego drawled. "I was going to say fossils. Old-fashioned, stuck in the mud. Or rut. Or….."

"I believe we understand," Senor Senior remarked with a wry smile. "I shall call you in a few hours to arrange the delivery of the serum," he told Kim.

"No big. I still remember where you stay. If you haven't moved, I'll just stop by later. I have to take some things to my mom first. Later," she waved, climbing into her car.

"You still….remember…..?"

Shego chortled.

"Told you, old man. Kimmie is one of a kind," she said as she slammed the door, and the car drove away.

"Indeed," he murmured as he watched the pair drive off. Just before the car suddenly took flight, and roared away into the sky.

"Indeed," he echoed, eyeing the sky speculatively.

End…..?