Kim Possible Porn Story: Kim Possible Aftereffects Chapter 3

I do not own Kim Possible, or any other Disney character. Im just borrowing them for my own view of alternative tales.

Kim Possible: Aftereffects

By LJ58

Part 3:

Betty drummed her fingers.

This was not going well.

Physically. Medically, they had no reason to continue to hold Possible in the iso-clinic.

Practically, something was scaring the hell out of her people every time one of them even glimpsed that weird eye of hers when it opened. Betty wasnt ashamed to admit she was both curious, and more than a little leery of it. Even Will avoided Kimberly now when the patch came up. She was also concerned with just what power went with the weird yellow glow, and why it had melded so easily with Shego that day despite the apparent raw energy that was so far off their scales she knew it had to be lethal.

Kim had been surprisingly complacent when they finally sent Sheila Go off, reminding the reformed felon that she did have legitimate business concerns she should be seeing to by then. The two had been friendly enough despite their own pasts, and Shego and Kim had spent the past few days going over things in the GJ lab together as much as they spent sunning themselves on the upper deck, apparently just idly chatting.

Betty couldnt find out what the redheaded scientist was up to, as Shego, on her way out, declined to be fully debriefed. That is, Betty asked her questions, and Shego typically ignored them.

Bitch.

She had gotten worse than smug since that pardon.

It wasnt like she had helped Stoppable or Lipski actually save the world. She was a sidekick. A lackey. From what she had seen and heard, shed gotten her green butt kicked all over the place before Stoppable had actually gotten serious.

Shego, and Kimberly.

Both slapped down like helpless children. It was almost comedic that in the end the madman and the buffoon had colluded to save their planet. Still, Shego was gone now. Off to her equally ironic profession, as she refused to rejoin her brothers team despite multiple offers over the years since she had apparently gone straight.

Whatever Possible found on the brief footage shown her, she only hummed over, and spent hours staring at the same frames that she ran through various filters and lenses, and didnt say a word. She even brought in her friend Wade again, and after a little idle chat catching up on her new Kimmunicator the young genius had sent her without hesitation, Betty realized the young man had likely known where she was all along.

Figures.

Wade also still did whatever she asked, even though Kimberly asked for it in scientific lingo even GJs top agent couldnt quite decipher, the young genius acquiesced without a moments pause. He even delivered Kims own message, supposedly, to alert her parents she was fine, and would be in touch soon. A little slip her agents were supposed to be looking out for in the com-signal that was supposed to be a delayed broadcast until Wade got through with it, but Kim had slipped that request in between asking him about something to do with genomes, and wanting astronomical charts for the past thirty years. She even suggested her fathers space center as a source for said charts, knowing her father had the best star charts on the planet.

Betty didnt know why her requests and interests seemed so random, or what she was up to now, but she couldnt dismiss that this Possible was also a genius, like all her family, and that she was obviously onto something. Something that couldnt help but concern her if someone like Kimberly was so focused on it she refused to even take time out to eat, still ordering all her meals be brought to her. The only breaks she took was when she went up to the roof to go up to sun herself every few days, and even then, she took her laptop and Kimmunicator with her, and spent the time as busy as ever. All without saying one word to disclose her thoughts to anyone but Wade.

Which left Betty still drumming her fingers, trying to decide what to do with and about the increasingly uncooperative woman when Will abruptly burst in yet again.

Dr. Director, youre going to have to see this one yourself.

What is it now, she demanded of him, still sore at his leaking Kims accident to the press in the first place.

By now, there was also enough amateur footage uncovered by the press to show the universitys bright new star had also dropped Professor Dementor and his robots into the polices hands without breaking a sweat. She obviously still had her moves. The question was, what else did she have after her life-altering incident?

Trust me, maam, Will told her grimly. Youre going to want to see this.

Betty followed him, expecting Kim was up to something that had set off her aide again. Admittedly, he was her top field agent, but he tended to be a bit priggish, and somewhat of a diva at times. Still, he was more than capable, and she frowned as she reached the medical lab. She had to actually stop to stare at the maintenance crew carefully cutting the heavy bed frame away from Dr. Heinrichs pale body as the man was held pinned to the wall by the hospital beds metal legs literally impaling the wall in such a manner that the frame pressed him almost flat against the hard, concrete wall. Just a few inches more, and he could have been seriously injured.

Worse, the pale, pudgy man was utterly naked. Kimberly, naturally, was nowhere to be seen.

Betty groaned.

I think we know what she can do now, Will told her grimly as they both stared at the unlikely scene.

What happened, she demanded of Johan Heinrich, her top agency geneticist as she stormed into the room, staying out of the way of the men still carefully cutting the bed frame away from him with welding torches.

She.She refused to give blood and tissue samples this morning, the doctor said, sweating heavily as he eyed the torch burning so near his bare flesh. I tried to tell her this was necessary, ja? Then. She just waved, and my clothes.. Ach! Hot, he hissed before adding in the same breath, They are off. Again, the wave, and then I am flying against this wall, and the bed.. I thought I was going to die, he moaned as one of the beds legs clattered to the floor after the final cut was made on it, and a small, pale foot dangled free. Just three to go.

Did she show her eye?

No, no, the man told Betty as he shook his head as his left arm was finally freed as they pulled part of the frame back manually after freeing it from the upper leg. But she glowed like amber, ja? Very bright. Very sudden. And then I am naked, and..and this.

How long ago.?

Three hours, Will reported. We only just found him after the regular check in. And the south exit has already logged Dr. Heinrich out. The guards there swear only he went past them.

And the cameras?

All blank, maam, Will reported, efficient as ever as he held out the data in file form for her to review. In fact, every camera that was even remotely in her area failed at the very moment she was passing them, Will told her.

Field trip, indeed, Betty murmured. All right, I want a Delta scramble on this now. I want all teams sent with full air support to find, and monitor her. And I am stressing monitor, Will. No, and I mean absolutely no direct contact.

But..?

When shes found, continue monitoring until I decide otherwise, she cut Will off. I suspect shes going to head home first, and then likely back to the university.

Or vice versa, Will suggested with dark scowl. I believe her car was left there, he pointed out. We couldnt tow it. The damn thing has security even we couldnt circumvent.

I see. So Three hours? Shes probably been there and gone. Focus on Middleton, but dont blind yourself by focusing on one area alone. We cannot risk losing her. We have to know the extent of her power, and if she manifests a credible threat if she were to lose control of whatever she..possesses.

Telekinesis, ja, the scientist told her as only one arm was left pinned by then, and the maintenance men had to support him as they cut it free now. She only gestures, or looks, and things happen. Ja, ja. Her mind. Her mind is the seat of her power.

Youre saying her powers are all mental, Betty asked.

Ja! It is quite interesting. The others touched by the comet, they are physically empowered. Or energetically, as with the angry woman. But Dr. Possible, she is all mind.

Lets not forget nine traumatized agents who still cant explain why a brief glimpse into her new eye scared the hell out of them, Will suggested.

You have your orders, Betty told Will.

Yes, Dr. Director. Ill contact you the moment we have any credible leads.

And, Will.

Yes, maam, he turned just as he was about to leave.

Dont forget. This is Kim Possible. She has saved the world more times than I can count, and managed to slip off the grid for almost five years without leaving a trace of herself behind before she finally resurfaced. I dont think shes that rusty. Not from what I saw of that footage in her fight with Dementor. Understood?

Understood, maam.

You, Betty turned to one of the nurses trying not to snigger at the poor man still pinned to the wall by his right arm was only then slipping free to land in a heap at just that moment. Go get the doctor some clothes. Now.

KP

Shego muttered as she walked to the door of her house, and opened it, expecting anyone but the smiling redhead with one eye covered in a patch smirking up at her.

Hi, Shego. Can I get a ride?

A ride? she drawled in disbelief.

Well, its kind of embarrassing, but..I lost my keys, so I am going to need you to carry me to my car, and..open the door for me, Kim grinned at her as she stood in the door. So, I guess, its kind of a job, too.

Shego sighed. Do I want to know why are you wearing a GJ uniform two sizes too big.? Never mind. I can guess. Come in, Kimmie, she said, and gestured to the small house she called home that set to one side of her storefront business that managed to pay the bills for the most part. Some people seemed to like the notoriety of being able to claim Shego had set up their security systems, or fixed their locks for them.

I think I have some things that might be closer to fitting you than that tacky thing, Shego told her as she led her down the hall, to a bedroom.

Thanks, Shego, I really appreciate it.

I suppose youd like to freshen up, too? You look like youve been slumming, she grimaced at her wild, red mane, and dirt-streaked features.

I had to duck a few tails getting here, she admitted. But, please and thank you, she beamed a familiar smile, and went eagerly into the bathroom when Shego gestured.

Use anything you like, except my toothbrush, she growled. Ill go find you some clothes that wont make you look like a refuge from a wanted poster.

Thanks, Shego.

I quit using that name.

I know.

Im Sheila now.

I know, she said.

Will you quit saying.

The bathroom door closed in her face at that moment..

Damn, shes still annoying, Shego muttered.

I know, she heard in a singsong voice behind the door just before the shower started.

Shego growled, and then couldnt help but smile. Oddly enough, having Kim back, and in such fine spirits just felt right. She tried not to think of that, but it was hard. Almost as hard as trying not to think of that naked redhead in her shower.

Doy! she moaned, and headed for the bedroom to find the woman something to wear as she forced herself not to think too much of that particular image.

KP

Theres my car, Kim pointed to the bright pink Sloth as most still called it.

Youre kidding, Shego shuddered.

No. Ive upgraded it a few times myself since.the old days, but it still does what I need, and I like it. Besides, it was a gift from my dad, she smiled as Shego pulled her work van up beside the car that was one of the few in the lot still partially cordoned off as work crews labored to clean the rubble away from the nearby building they were still working on repairing.

It was a slow process since men from the CDC and other alphabet agencies had likely still been crawling all over the area, Kim guessed.

But pink?

You think its too cute, Kim asked her seriously as they climbed out of the van.

I think its too pink, Shego muttered, glaring at the sleek, redesigned car that was still obviously part of an older, less than classic heap most teenagers wouldnt have been caught dead driving even if it was their only option.

Right. I forgot, you prefer green, Kim remarked, looking down at the borrowed light green top, and darker green slacks she herself now wore as Shego kept to her favored colors in her wardrobe.

Whats wrong with.? Never mind. This thing doesnt have anything thats going to zap me, or stuff like that, Shego asked knowingly as she stopped just before she got too close to the car.

Oh, right. My car alarm. Darn. I forgot about that.

Shego rolled her eyes.

Let me try something else.

She was about to ask what, when Kim just stared hard, then pointed at her door, and something clicked before the door popped open on its own.

Did you know you could do that, Shego asked sourly as she glared at the redhead, not even going to pretend she was impressed with that kind of trick.

I kind of guessed, she admitted sheepishly.

Then why come all the way out to my place, and hire.?

You were closer than the university. And I knew itd be easier getting here if I was with company, instead of being a woman alone, Kim shrugged as she climbed into the car. Reaching overhead, and dropping the visor as she settled into the seat, and caught a spare set of keys.

Doy. You know someone could have. Never mind. Lets call it fifty for the ride, and the service, she growled, And call it even.

I really appreciate your help, Shego, she said, pulling out a wallet under the seat, and fishing out a bill for her to take.

Sure, Kimmie, she sighed. So, what are you going to do now? I mean, if you ran off from Bettys happy little hotel, I doubt even your friendship is going to keep Cyclops. Ahem, Bets off your backside, she amended when she glanced down at Kims own eye patch.

I dont think shes going to do anything as long as I dont show myself to be a problem. Still, Ive my own theories about whats going on, and I need to explore them. First, I have to go see the fam, but Ill be back in the area in a few days. Would you like to help me?

Help you what?

Well, for one, I want to reexamine the actual site where the comet originally exploded.

What is it with you and that rock? Shego demanded.

Thats just it, Shego. I dont think it was just a rock. I think it might have been a completely unique life-form of some kind.

Shego dropped her jaw for a moment, and just stared at her. Do you.hear voices, the green-skinned woman finally asked her.

You, too?

Not. Not in a long time, but..once. When I first started turning green. I thought I was going nuts.

No. If Im right, I think you might have been in telepathic contact with the symbiote, as Im calling it for the time being.

Isnt that like.a parasite, she grimaced, imaging all kinds of nasty implications.

Not specifically. We can talk more later. If the other Cyclops shows, just tell her you gave me a lift, and that was it. And, Shego, she said, thumbing a switch as she started the car. What do you think?

Shegos jaw dropped again as the car turned from bright pink to a dark green the same shade that once colored her old catsuit.

Adaptive camo-paint. Spankin, isnt it?

Shego laughed.

It had been a long time since she really laughed. Heading back for her van, she waved Kim off, saying, You know where to find me, Princess.

Always, Shego, she waved back before closing her door, and driving away.

Shego smiled, and realized that she was still Shego. She had not even minded the one-eyed brat calling her that all morning. Ever since that day they had embraced, and she felt that weird warmth from Kims glow as she tried to calm her, Shego had felt.connected. Moreso than she had ever felt with anyone else in her life. Even with her dimwitted brothers, or goofy ex-employer.

It was a good feeling. A very good feeling.

KP

This is Agent Waters. We have her heading south toward Lowerton on the main highway.”

You might not believe it, control, but that damn car of hers has actually changed colors three different times now, someone blurted out.

Id believe it, Betty grumbled, listening to the radio chatter from her desk as she studied the reports on what little they had on Kims condition. None of which made sense, and certainly didnt explain how she could move things with her mind, or cause trained, hardcore agents to end up reduced to whimpering children with a glance at her new eye.

Coming up on an overpass. Shes still headed due south.. Wait. Wait, the agent in the VTOL called again, and Betty felt her ulcer start to churn.

Shes disappeared. Traffic flow is constant, but theres no car of any color matching hers coming out with it. Sweep back and check under the..

No, no, no, Will swore, breaking in on the channel himself now. You morons are running line-of-sight search, and she played you. Switch to IFR now. Everyone. Go IFR, and try to find any extraneous heat source in the area.

Yes, sir, Waters barked. Going IFR now, and sweeping the traffic flow.

Too late, Betty murmured as she listened to the chatter. But we know where shes going, she reminded herself as she studied the topographical maps before her.

Agent Du, she called as she reached for her own transmitter to cut in. Break off direct pursuit, and move to secondary targets. Do you copy?

Understood, Dr. Director, he replied. GJ-V. You have the Middleton Mall. GJ-II and IX, you will sweep the primary roads in and out of town. Im taking the Possible residence myself, he called back.

Betty leaned back in her chair and sighed.

Damn, Kimberly. Youre still good, she murmured in grudging admiration. Even she hadnt seen her going to Shego for help first. She should have anticipated that one. Yet she hadnt. It was as if the thought just wouldnt come. It seemed too..improbable. Yet that was just what the young scientist had done.

That left her wondering if any of them were capable of guessing what Kimberly was up to now. After all, she had kept the world guessing for five years, and even Betty had not realized Olsen hired her when a research subdivision of their special labs employed him to test his radical new theories on those cometary fragments after it seemed Team Go was genuinely about to retire.

What are you up to, Kimberly, she murmured, trying to put together her recent eclectic requests with an actual conclusion or theory. But capable as she herself was, Betty Director was not a scientist. Nor a genius. She wasnt even in the same league as someone like Kimberly. It was another reason she tried to hire the best. So GJ wouldnt be caught unawares by people they couldnt match otherwise. She had always harbored certain expectations and hopes in regard to Kim Possible, but had the woman changed too much?

Betty considered all that had happened since finding the woman in that ruined lab in Shegos arms.

She was still left without a clue.

KP

Sensei, Ron bowed. I would like to go home. To let my parents know I am wed, he said, smiling over at Yori. I should let them know I am both healthy, and well. And it will be good to see Hana again, he added.

Of course. Still, Yori, the old master addressed her as the pair stood before him. There is something you must prepare for before you reach Stoppable-Sans parents.

What, Sensei, she asked, wondering if there was another mission she required finishing, or a skill that yet needed mastering.

There is the very strong possibility, the old man smiled indulgently, That Stoppable-Sans family will have you wed again in their faith. I believe you should do so to ease their fears, and show them you are not a usurper, but a dutiful daughter.

Of course, Master Sensei, she bowed to him after smiling at her husband. It would be my honor, and my pleasure to wed my husband as many times as necessary to ensure his happiness.

The old man chuckled, and turned back to his tea, and the scroll he was penning. I shall see you when you return. Farewell, my children, and may the fates bless you in all you do.

They were halfway down the mountain before Yori realized her grandfather had been saying more than goodbye. Ron-San, she said quietly as she looked back at the hidden school that had been her life for so long. I believe that Sensei..

I know. He is dying, Yori. He will probably pass away long before we return.

Then we should.

He wished you to make this trip for a reason, he told her, stopping her from turning back. We should honor his wishes, and celebrate his life, rather than mourn his coming death.

You are right, of course. You have grown wise, Stoppable-Sensei, she smiled teasingly as she turned back into his arms as they stood together not far from the gates of Yamanouchi.

I could not have made it without you, Yori. You and Sensei became my second family when I arrived here.

She smiled at him. It will be good to see America again. I confess, I have often longed for your American-style food again at times when all we have is rice on the menu.

Ron nodded, wishing Rufus could be with him, but his little friend had finally passed on a year ago. Mole rats just did not live that long. Not even genetically enhanced, mystical monkey-powered mole rats. Still, he had three of Rufus offspring living at Yamanouchi now. A fourth had been sent home to Hana as a gift for her seventh birthday. He was looking forward to seeing his little sister again as much as he was his parents.

In time, he knew, Hana would return to Yamanouchi herself, and train to refine the power that lay within her young body. It was his duty, as monkey-master, and Yamanouchis next sensei, to ensure the Han grew to become a force for good in this world. There were already far too many evil forces.

He was just glad Monkey Fist was finally gone, and that was one threat he was happy to be rid of for good, or so he hoped. He was sure that KP was still out there fighting, too. He just couldnt imagine her not doing all she could to help those around her. Two days later, they finally reached the airport, and he could not believe the magazine article that featured a retrospective of Team Possible, long silent for over five years.

The news of Kims recent lab accident, and possible injuries had yet to spread past America’s shores as yet.

You had your own path to follow, Ron, Yori told him as he stared incredulously at the same article and dated pictures for most of the flight. I am sure Kimberly-San has also found her own way, too. After all, change is part of life.

I know, Yori. I know. But I cant help feeling.uneasy about all this. As if, well, as if something.ominous is coming.

Yori stared at her husband in alarm. Is it Ron Stoppable, or the monkey-master that senses this threat?

Im afraid its both, Yori, he told her. I think Sensei knew it, too. Somethings wrong. Very, very wrong. And I have the feeling were heading right for it.

Yori said nothing at first as she reached to take his nearest hand, holding it tightly in her own.

Whatever we face, Ron. It will be my honor to stand beside you.

I know, sweetheart, he smiled at her, lifting her small, but deadly hand to his lips to gently kiss it before he lowered it. And theres no one Id rather have at my side.

No one, she teased him knowingly.

No one, he told her firmly, lifting her hand to kiss it again.

She smiled and giggled, feeling very much like an ordinary woman in love just then, and not a skilled assassin trained since birth to uphold the honor and duties of her ancient clan. She just hoped they survived whatever Ron sensed was coming, and had a chance to live their own lives as man and wife. It was a dream she had long harbored, and she could not imagine anything getting in the way of that dream.

Or anyone.

To Be Continued