Going Places

Author: Prospero Hibiki

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and its characters are the property of Disney, Mark McCorkle, and Bob Schooley. In no way are these aforementioned characters being used for my own personal profit, and this is not meant as an infringement of the copyright owned by any of the above entities.

Timeline:Post-Graduation.

Spoilers: Probably

Classification: Yes

Rating: M (Language, Adult Situations, Mad Science, Nudity, Small Animals, Violence, Jokes About Bodily Functions, Cartoon Physics, Plasma Burns, Robots, Indecent Exposure...I'm sure I'm forgetting something...)

Summary: Kim Possible thought that she was ready for her life after high school. She realizes that she's not when she discovers that the new player in the criminal world doesn't play by the rules that she's used to. The world will be rocked to its very foundations by a decision made in the middle of the Canadian wilderness by a person who doubts her right to make it.

Author's Comments: I don't remember what I was doing when the idea for this story came to me. Probably nothing I can write here...

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"Don't Go"

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"Shit!" Shego spat the blood out of her mouth even as she desperately tried to stop the blood spurting out of her patient's femoral artery. She'd thought that she'd cauterized that wound already so why was it suddenly spraying more blood than before. A quick flash of green plasma fire stopped the bleed once more and she noticed the jagged metal that she'd missed on her first attempt to dig shrapnel out of the leg wound.

"That was way too fucking close. This is so not how I planned on spending this evening."

As frightening as the experience had been it had at least happened when she'd been there instead of occurring later when she might not have been able to stop it in time. Wearily she wiped sweat from her forehead and grimaced in distaste when she remembered too late that most of the liquid on her face was actually blood instead.

Shaking her head once more she bent her head over the chest wound that she'd been frantically searching for the fragments of bullet that had ripped into the lung. She needed to get them out or this whole endeavor would be for nothing. She didn't allow her eyes to divert from their task to the large needle that was sticking into her patient's heart. She didn't need to. Shego could feel where it was with every ounce of her being. If everything went well then she wouldn't need it or the yellow liquid inside of it.

Minutes ticked by and she could feel herself growing lightheaded from her own blood loss. "Just a few more minutes then I can seal you up. And you'd damn well better appreciate all the shit I'm going through after this." She'd found the first two fragments right where she'd thought they'd be but the third and final one kept eluding her. A quick scan by some of the equipment showed it just a fraction of an inch away from her tweezers. She grabbed it and withdrew with a shout of triumph sealing the incisions up as she pulled out.

"Holy crap that actually worked!"

As if to punctuate her words a monitor directly across from her on the other side of the patient started wailing. For a moment Shego could only stare in disbelief as she watched the heart monitor show the dropping heart beat. It was almost a moment too long.

Without allowing her earlier doubts to rise to the surface she practically dove towards the syringe and drove its contents directly into Kim Possible's heart.

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Earlier...

Shego relaxed into the overstuffed armchair that by the fire and allowed herself to be pulled into the book once more. Just sitting down and reading a book hadn't been something she'd really been able to do for a long time. Oh, she'd had the time to do so, but the annoyance factor of getting most of the way through a book only to have it destroyed by a self destructing lair before she could finish got more than simply aggravating after the third or fourth time it happened. After that she'd started restricting her reading to magazines, which she could pick up from practically any news stand, but also didn't make her wince if they got caught in the explosion.

She'd always liked books. Most of that had come from the lonely times that she'd gone through between the comet and striking out on her own once she left Team Go. High school could be oppressively lonely for anyone that was skipped ahead but especially so for the only girl with green skin. She'd spent more time in the school library than even the librarians had, often sneaking in after school or on the weekends to use the computers. Those after hour sessions had been her ticket to getting the credits she needed to both graduate early and get accepted to Stanford on a full scholarship. It was funny that no one had ever wondered just how she'd gotten her certification as a teacher when she was only five years older than Kimmie. It might be possible to teach as a substitute teacher with a bachelor's degree, but most schools wanted at least a master's degree, if not more, especially if there was a possibility of working with special educations programs. In fact that she'd gotten her PhD in Child Development at the age of eighteen, but by the time she'd finished it she'd already started her slide into a life of crime. Some times she mused that she wouldn't have finished the thing at all if she hadn't been so stubborn.

Today's reading though had absolutely nothing to do with any of those topics though. Instead she was completely focused on the completely trashy romance novel that she'd picked up from the closest town's supermarket checkout line. Sure she'd grabbed a few more serious books from the book store but she'd already finished those over the past few days. There was just something about this book that kept getting to her. It was horribly written in the stereotypical bodice ripper style with everything that came with it. She didn't know how many more instances of "turgid maleness" or "gently caressed her heaving bosom" she could take, but it was like a train wreck that she couldn't look away from.

Finally she couldn't any more of it and practically threw it onto the coffee table. Buying the full series omnibus was clearly a mistake. Stalking over to the kitchen she popped the refrigerator open and started foraging for something to snack on. One of the upsides of generating plasma that she didn't advertise to anyone was that she could eat whatever she wanted with no danger to her figure. Now that she wasn't in danger of being noticed by anyone she was able to eat as often as she desired without being stared at by Drew or one of his henchmen. The sandwich she made was the perfect example being something more likely to be eaten by a talking cartoon dog and his stoner sidekick.

Purely out of habit she did a quick check of the cabin as she ate. Being pardoned was a difficult thing to adjust to and so she'd maintained most of her lying low routines despite not being wanted for anything major. Windows were all sealed and blackened to prevent light from escaping. Chimney exhaust system sending smoke into the ground. External motion sensors turned off because the rabbits in the area really did breed like fucking rabbits and kept setting them off in the middle of the night. Escape tunnel protocols fully operational. Cameras showing a body lying collapsed on the front porch...

"The fuck?!" Shego didn't even notice that she'd dropped her sandwich to the floor in front of the security console as she was too busy running to the front door.

Once she was at the front door she paused for just long enough to light up her right hand with plasma and heard the faintest of scratching sounds coming from the door. She had no idea just what sort of situation she was about to get involved in and it would be prudent to be ready for anything. Quickly she pulled the door open and scanned the surrounding area for people who could be lying in wait. She saw no one near by so she allowed herself to look down at the person currently bleeding on her "Go Away" mat and couldn't hold in her gasp of shock. The face was hidden and the clothes were different but there was any doubt in her mind at all who her guest was it was dispelled instantly by the mane of red hair.

"Princess?! What the hell are you doing here?" Even as she spoke she was gently rolling Kim over to check out the girl's- no, she thought, she must be almost twenty now- injuries. Things didn't exactly look good. She was bleeding from multiple wounds to her chest, one of which actually looked like a freaking bullet wound. The jumpsuit was obviously some sort of smart fabric because it kept tightening around places that more blood was seeping out. Rather it was attempting to tighten but there was so little of the suit that was undamaged that it was a wonder it was doing anything at all. Who knows how long she'd been lying there feebly scratching at the door to get someone's attention.

Even as Shego tried to assess the damage Kim's arms shot open and her hands darted out, and Shego had to reflexively block three possibly crippling and or deadly finger strikes to her chest and neck before Kim collapsed once more. She'd not specifically known that Kim knew those attacks but wasn't surprised. The fact that she'd subconsciously struck out with deadly intent gave the green woman pause more than anything else short of her very presence at the cabin. It did not say good things about who might be chasing after her.

Ignoring normal wisdom about not moving someone she quickly carried the woman to her kitchen table and knocking the loose items to the floor. She wasn't very gentle in ripping off the tattered remains of Kim's clothes and started to use her plasma to sear shut as many wounds as she could as rapidly as she could. She was starting to get the feeling that time was working against her. Once the visible wounds were closed she took a moment to dash to the security console and bring everything up. She didn't have the facilities to check Kim out in the main cabin, but the underground emergency lair was equipped with a decent medical bay. Before they left though there were certain things she needed to take care of.

This cabin retreat of hers had been in her name for almost a decade now, having been left to her by a distant uncle that had occasionally taken her camping before the comet. When she'd first started working for Drakken, one of the conditions in her contract was to fully fund an underground lair on the property that she'd later secretly connected to the cabin itself. Hopefully the items she'd bought off the books would both allow her to use the cabin but more importantly throw whoever was after Kim off her trail. Reaching into a compartment of the console she grabbed a small robot that was designed to look like a rotted tree stump. She'd paid for this little bugger with a bonus she earned by "kidnapping" a famous string quartet for one of Señor Senior Senior's dinner parties. Of course she'd never told him that she'd simply asked them to come on what was essentially a paid vacation. Triple S was a classy villain so of course he'd kept them imprisoned in what most other people would consider a Caribbean resort and compensated them for their time afterward. Win win for all involved. Popping the top of the stump open Shego dumped the remains of Kim's clothes inside and plugged the robot into the console to give it its instructions.

The robot itself was one of her more brilliant ideas and one she'd only ever shared with the person she'd had make it. Even he didn't remember why he'd gotten a large deposit into his bank account having, completely by accident, run afoul of some of Drakken's brainwashing shampoo. It would liquify anything placed inside and then use the results to both remove all existing traces of that that object from an area as well as lay new traces down in a different location. Traces such as those that might be used by dogs. By using Kim's blood soaked clothing and setting it's program running it would clean up the porch and backtrack her trail about a quarter of a mile and then lay a new trail that would end in a stream several miles away. With any luck it would then pass by unnoticed as a random tree stump. If all went well and in four weeks if no one was detected within five hundred yards it would slowly make its way back to the cabin and hide out to be retrieved later. Setting the Sneaky Stump on the porch she grabbed her essential items escape duffle before laying Kim on a completely unremarkable section of flooring and and pushing a hidden button one foot to the right of a knothole on the nearby wall. The floor shot downwards twenty feet at a remarkable rate of speed.

Shego didn't need to look to know what was happening in the cabin above her. All traces that anyone had even been inside the cabin in the last two years were being removed. Machine arms hidden in every support column were eradicating any object she'd brought with her be it the trashy romance novel on the coffee table or food in the fridge. Old yellowed newspapers would end up being deposited on tables. The warm fireplace would be blasted with freezing cold gases. Other machines would release dust over the furniture and spin cobwebs complete with fake trapped insects. For all intents and purposes the cabin would look completely undisturbed with not a single hair to show either Kim Possible or Shego had ever been there. As Shego carried Kim down the long tunnel towards the medical bay her only thought relating to the activity occurring above her was wish that she'd not had to leave so many clothing items in the closet to be destroyed. Lesson learned there.

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Shego allowed herself a moment to collapse in a nearby chair. Kim was far from stable, but there was only so much she could really do with the facilities available. Being the paranoid bitch that she was, she'd kept the hideout as fully stocked as she possibly could with as many of Drakken's better inventions she'd been able to make off with over the years. Going back and looting destroyed lairs had become so routine for her that she'd expanded her storage rooms here almost every year since it'd been built. But being a physicist and not a biologist meant that very little of it was useful in this situation. Sure she could and had scanned Kim to figure out what was wrong but she couldn't do anything about it. While she had a machine to oxygenate Kim's blood directly she wasn't a surgeon and thus couldn't repair her damaged lung. The other major problem was that she didn't have anyway to replace the blood she'd already lost and was continuing to lose from the internal damage. Wounds that Shego herself would have healed already were killing the younger girl and there was nothing she could do but watch.

Desperate for any solution, even a bad one, she went to a wall that had a built in communications panel and called Drew.

"Hello? What time is it? Shego? Is that you?" Drakken's face appeared in the screen after a moment and Shego gave a mental sigh of relief even as she watched him rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Doc! Are you alone right now? Is anyone listening in?"

"What? No, of course no one's listen...is that blood on your face?" Drakken's tone sharpened quickly all traces of sleep gone from his voice. "What's going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Doc! Shut up and listen! I've got Possible here but she's hurt bad. She's got internal bleeding I don't know how to stop, she's lost way too much blood, and I have no idea who's after her but she instinctively went for killing blows when I first touched her so I'm guessing they're not our usual suspects. I'm hours away from anything resembling a real hospital and she's dying as we speak. If you've got any ideas of what I can do I'm listening."

Dr Drakken didn't know anything beyond what Shego'd told him but the near hysteria in her voice clarified his thoughts remarkably. Usually in this situation he'd be the one panicking but someone had to remain calm and he guessed it was up to him. Throwing aside the blankets of his bed he grabbed the portable computer terminal he kept on the end table.

"Where are you? What equipment do you have access to?"

"I'm in my Canadian cabin's hideout lair. I've got tons of your old junk I've looted from destroyed lairs over the years, but beyond that I have no clue." Shego didn't even hesitate to reveal something she'd been scrupulous of concealing from him.

Drakken didn't even pause at the admission. Looting his old lairs was an idea he'd never thought of before and didn't exactly begrudge her thinking of it first. It was actually good news in this situation. Fingers flying across the keyboard he tried and successfully activated the wireless inventory links he'd built into many of his inventions. It was just a simple catalog program but it would give instant feedback about at least a portion of the equipment she had and it's location. When the quick list function spat out its results onto his screen he couldn't help but blink. Tons of old junk indeed. Thoughts racing he instantly started getting rid of items that were listed as irreparable or requiring repair. Next to go were items that had no foreseeable use. One item jumped out at him and he subconsciously tagged it for attention as he darted through the list as fast as he could read. Nothing else jumped out at him and he started a complete lair inventory even as he went back to the earlier item.

It was a risky idea in that it would as likely kill Possible as cure her, but it was the only idea he'd had so far. What was the old saying? If it's stupid and it works; it's not stupid?

Just as he was about to tell Shego about his idea the computer beeped that the inventory was done. Since he'd run the complete inventory program instead of the standard items were listed in order of monetary value but any items that would be purposefully hidden from a standard inventory would be listed first. Right there at the top was something he knew that Shego didn't know about because she would have killed him if she had discovered it. But if all else failed it just might work. It also might improve the odds of his other idea. If it didn't kill Possible itself.

"Shego, I've got a plan. It's not a good plan. But it's all we've got. You need to get this device from your storage room." He threw the picture of the original device on the screen in front of her. "It's a medical grade peristaltic pump that we're going to use to aid in setting up a blood transfusion."

"Um, Doc, that sounds great but in case you're forgetting I don't have any blood he..." Shego trailed off and started to stare at him in horror. "No. No way. Not going to happen." She wrapped her arms about herself and shivered at the memories. "You didn't see what that did to that man when that bastard..." She trailed off once again. "You can't possibly think I'd let that happen again."

"I know, but I suspect that the effects your blood had on the other- patient- had more to do with what they were doing to you at the time than it did with the procedure itself."

"And if you're wrong?"

Drakken took a deep breath. "Then there is something in one of the medical storage lockers that might work to correct the effects. But it's dangerous. Very dangerous. In fact if there were any other options I wouldn't even tell you about it. But if the blood transfusion doesn't work it's the only thing that could possibly save her."

"Okay, where is this stuff I need to get?"

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Setting up the transfusion wasn't as complicated as Shego had been afraid it would be. All she'd really had to do was make sure that she'd gotten all of the air out of the lines first before hooking the other end into Kim. The few cuts she'd started on her own legs had encouraged her own healing factor to kick into high gear before she started the pump so that she started producing blood faster. She also kicked back a few protein shakes with iron supplements to give her body something to work with.

"Okay Doc. The transfusion's going. What am I supposed to do with this box?" She knew that more than half of Drakken's plan was resting on the idea that her own regenerative ability was, at least in part, based in her plasma and platelets. It was a fairly sound theory since her blood was in fact measurably different than other people's. Unfortunately this very idea of transferring her healing factor via a blood transfusion had been done against her will when she was a teenager.

"You need a code to open it." Drakken started reading off an insanely long list of numbers for her to type in. Rolling her eyes, Shego typed as quickly as she could calling the numbers back to him as she went.

"It's open."

"Good. Now get the large syringe and load it with all of the yellow liquid and only the yellow liquid."

Nodding absently she reached for the vial of oddly glowing yellow fluid but froze when she felt an odd tingle as her hand neared it. It felt so familiar. Looking at the rest of the box she saw that there was only one other vial inside and it held only the smallest amount of a similarly glowing orange liquid. Pushing the feeling aside she loaded up the syringe making sure to get the air out.

"It's in the syringe."

"Now this is very important. You're going to have to put the needle directly into her heart without injecting the fluid. This is going to be an absolute last resort option if you start to lose her."

"Last resort. Got it." Shego was suddenly very glad that this was a last resort, because if she was right, then this could be very, very bad.

"Now this last step is why I had you set up the heart monitor the way I did. If you hit the alarm setpoint we set earlier, you must inject the liquid before her heart stops beating. If you're too late it won't do any good."

"Gee, no pressure there, Doc."

Hovering over the naked redhead on the medical table Shego put her hand over the woman's breast to feel for her ribs so she could slide the needle in. For a moment she could have sworn Kim was staring at her but figured it was just her imagination. Once it was in she did a quick medical scan to see if it was placed correctly. Perfect. Looking at the image she frowned. There were several pieces of metal visible on the screen and she knew she had to get rid of those before what they were hoping for happened.

"Doc, I'm going to have to dig this crap out of Kimmie's lungs before she starts healing so I'm going to sign off. But before I do I need to know about the yellow stuff."

The silence from Drakken just carried on as Shego started getting ready for impromptu surgery. "I mean it, Doc. Is that stuff what I think it is?"

When the reply came it was only a whisper but she heard it anyway. "Yes."

Shego hung her head and resisted the temptation to jerk the needle out of the prone woman. "Say the god damned words you bastard!"

"Yes, it's part of the comet that killed your parents and gave you and your brothers your powers." He paused for a moment. "I'm so sorry Shego. I never meant for you to-"

Shego turned off the monitor and went to work.

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End "Don't Go"

Author's Comment (Continued): As I said in the earlier comments I have no idea where this story came from. I've been caught up in Kim Possible fanfiction recently and this story just jumped into my head demanding "Write me or you'll never sleep again! Muahahahahaha!" It was actually somewhat disturbing...or I've had too much caffeine...again...

If people want to see more of this by all means read and review. Please. You might even see more of it anyway if you don't review...but odds are good that the more reviews I get the faster I'll write. That's how "Hell Week" went anyway. Well reviews and being sequestered in a cabin without internet for a couple of weeks. Honestly though, if any of you like it just drop a line to tell me.