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Enter the Naked Mole Rat	By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was a momentary uncomfortable pause, as Kim looked at the floor, and then she looked up and met Dr Director's eye with a rather forced cheerful grin, not that Betty Director noticed.
"There is one thing; have you managed to make your office Wade proof yet?".
Betty Director looked slightly askance at the apparently random question, and then decided to humour Kim. "Yes. A push of this button isolates this room from all external connections, completes a faraday cage and activates audio dampers. Why do you ask?". "I was wondering if you could demonstrate, I'm sure Wade will appreciate the challenge", suggested Kim. Dr Director's eyes narrowed at Kim's rather odd request, but as her face remoulded itself into the puppy dog pout, Dr Director knew she was beaten. Perhaps this was what kept teenagers amused these days?
"OK...", she said, and theatrically pushed the button. There was a loud 'klunk' and the emergency lighting tripped to replace the main lighting, the power connections severed by big solenoids to protect against even the most unlikely routes for electronic eavesdropping. Betty pointed at the now dead big screen, then theatrically tapped lifeless buttons on her desktop telephone. Finally, she called out "Mr Load... can you hear me! Yoohoo! Mr Load... are you listening?". Predictably there was no response.
"So, as you can see...", she said smugly, turning back to Kim, "this room is now ent...". Her voice tailed off, and she froze, as an involuntary shiver shot up her spine. Kim was no longer looking cheerful. In fact she had a very serious expression on her face indeed, and she had Dr Director fixed with a fearsome stare.
There was a silence in the room so thick that you could have skated on it, and it seemed like it went on for days rather than the few seconds it lasted in reality. Dr Director was just casting around in her mind for a way to end it when Kim spoke.
"How long have I been on the Y-list?", she asked in a low but even tone.
Betty Director was caught completely off guard. She had known that there was a risk of Kim putting two and two together eventually, when she had realised yesterday that Kim would find out about the Y-list one way or another. But she hadn't expected her to put it together overnight, or to ambush her with it! She struggled to regroup, as Kim's laser green eyes continued to bore holes into her face. Honesty was the only policy, she realised - a lie now would unravel later. "Errm... just over two years, Kim", she replied, trying to sound matter-of-fact.
"Why?", shot back Kim, maintaining the same tone, stare as unwavering as it was unnerving.
"To protect you...", said Dr Director, uncomfortably.
"From?", was the even riposte, eyes still drilling into her skull.
"From harm, from retaliation, from...".
"And?".
Betty was used to making others feel uncomfortable, it was what she did. What she had done for some years now. This reminded her of being up before the headmistress at boarding school, which must have been the last time she had been put this far onto her back foot. What was worse at this precise moment was that she didn't know how to answer the question.
"You wanted to protect me from reality, from the worst of human depravity, from the things you thought I wouldn't be able to handle?", asked Kim, tone still even, stare still unwavering.
"Kim, you were 14 years old, just heading for 15. There were things that we, I, just didn't feel it right to expose a teenage girl to", she answered defensively, but nonetheless grateful for the life preserver Kim had thrown her.
"And why did you feel it right to recruit Wade to help you do that?", asked Kim, her tone suddenly turning icy and her eyes blazing.
Betty Director's good eye betrayed her, a momentarily hunted look crossing her face as she struggled with an accusation that she had no answer for. Her lips moved and a sound came out, but nothing intelligable.
Kim resumed her low tone as she partly rescued Dr Director from her discomfiture. "I saw something last night, something that gave me great pause for thought. So much so that I didn't sleep. I asked myself why, when there was so much real evil in the world, I wasn't fighting it. And why I had never noticed before. Why am I dealing with idiots who want to cover Wisconsin with melted cheese, when I could have been searching the Tora Bora caves for Osama Bin Laden or facing off warlords in Darfur. And the only thing I could come up with was the Y-list. That's why I so rarely get hits on my website from governments or law enforcement agencies. Last year when they had that serial rapist on the Upperton college campus, and I called the police to volunteer my services? The panic from the Captain and the way they said "No" should have told me there was something odd going on. There were three more victims before he was caught, three more than there needed to be, because of you 'protecting' me!".
Dr Director was happy to listen, because it relieved the pressure on her to talk, but she was still fixed like a rabbit in car headlights, by that brain-freezing stare.
"But that's only the governments and law enforcement you had taken care of. It didn't explain why I have never had hits from parents wanting somebody to rescue their kidnapped children from guerillas, or their daughters from drugs and prostitution. The only thing that could explain that was if you were filtering what reached my site, or at least what reached me. And the only way you could have got away with that for two years was with the active assistance of Wade".
"Don't judge him, Kim, he...", started Betty Director, anxious to regain the initiative.
"Oh I don't blame Wade. I trust him with my life, I have done many times, I know he is a true and loyal friend. But he was eight years old when you and your people must have got got to him, to convince him that if I had to deal with the worst of reality, it might hurt me. And he wouldn't ever want to hurt me. He might have the intellect of a nobel prizewinner, but he was still an eight year old little boy. Until you made him the gatekeeper to my health and future well being!".
Dr Director had an uncomfortable feeling that Kim might have a point.
"So, let me show you what I saw last night. You really need to see this, anyway. It's a good example of exactly what you have had Wade protecting me from. Tell me what you think."
Kim pointed the Kimmunicator at the white board on Dr Director's office wall and placed it on the desk. "Remember you said I didn't need to know what happened to Shego in Uzbekistan? Well, Wade decided that he would do some research, just in case I changed my mind. He's so helpful like that, it's as if he reads my mind sometimes. He found some things that you didn't. This little film covers what happened inside the basement of the Tarqand interior ministry building..."
The only way Kim could do this was to turn her back on the whiteboard and concentrate unwaveringly on Betty Director's face while the video played in front of her. Thus she was able to see the hard bitten, cynical, combat veteran director of Global Justice flinch almost imperceptibly when she first realised that it was a human body being skinned, and then turn as white as a sheet a few seconds later when the 'corpse' opened its eyes. The screaming on the soundtrack almost pushed Kim into tearing up herself, and her stomach churned a little, but by sheer force of will, and by focussing intently on the face in front of her, she held it together. If she hadn't had the soundtrack to guide her, she would have been able to track the progress of the video pretty accurately, merely by interpreting Dr Director's facial expressions. There was a slight curl of the lip as the torturers were swapping barbaric jokes, a slight snort when the light relief said "There is something inhuman coming", shocked surprise as Shego arrived and vapourised the first guard, rapt attention as she fought her way through the dungeon, a cringe of anticipation as she first advanced on the cowering torturers, and then first surprise, then successive winces as she chose not to incinerate the lot of them but instead got on with methodically crippling them.
But Dr Director's expression when Shego said "There are some people out there who deserve the chance to show you how they feel about you!" was particularly priceless. Her good eye looked as if it was about to pop out of its socket and her mouth described a perfect circle as she watched, utterly shocked. And then she stayed frozen in that pose, immobile, until Kim heard a bloodcurdling scream that she hadn't heard the previous night - she had obviously let the film run on further than she had when she was watching it, and as the scream sounded, Betty Director shut her eye and snapped her face away from the wall with an audible "Eugh!". Kim quickly killed the video, and pocketed the Kimmunicator, as Dr Director tried to re-compose herself.
"Well?", asked Kim.
Dr Director didn't know what to say. Part of her mind was brimming with questions, and part with answers to questions she hadn't asked. The analysts would have a field day with what had happened in that dungeon, she was sure. Although with Shego all but confirmed dead, perhaps they might not be quite as eager to look at it as they once would have been.
As for what she thought about it, she really wasn't sure. But one thought that did pop into her head and out of her mouth before she had a chance to think about it properly was "Wade shouldn't have let you see that video, Kim".
It was exactly the wrong thing to say, from Kim's perspective. A flash of pure red-headed rage took her for a second and she leapt to her feet, planted her fists into the top top of Dr Directors oak desk hard enough to leave small indentations and thrust herself across the desk towards Betty Director, who in spite of herself shrank back from the clearly enraged Kim.
"I don't give a FUCK what Wade should have done to look after me! Who was looking after Wade?", she spat. And then a moment later she regretted it. She, Kim Possible, had just sworn like a sailor. She just didn't do that. Even on the occasions when she had found herself facing insurmountable odds, with death seemingly imminent, she had never let found the need to use cuss words. She was quite surprised she even knew any!
Dr Director was in shock as well. Had Kim Possible really just yelled "FUCK"? That was like the Barney the Dinosaur opening a Meth lab, or the Pope starring in an internet sex tape!
"I'm sorry...", said Kim, as she slumped back into her chair, before Dr Director could think of anything to say, useful or otherwise. "You thought maybe I couldn't handle stuff like that", she said, jerking her thumb behind her at the now blank whiteboard. "You were right. I threw up. A lot. I'm not even old enough to see movies in the cinema where actors pretend to do half those things yet. I didn't sleep last night because every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing that poor woman...", Kim's voice wavered for a moment, and she paused before continuing. "But that's the real world, not the kind of fake Disnefied bubble you have built around me!".
Dr Director opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again as she thought better of whatever she was going to say. Kim filled the void.
"And while you were wrapping me in cotton wool, you were putting the weight of keeping my moral compass safe on the shoulders of a precocious little boy. And you did such a good job of it that at 8 years old he diligently took it upon himself to look into every cesspool of iniquity and unspeakable horror he could find in the world, just so I wouldn't ever have to. You thought I would have problems if I saw the kind of things I saw in that video. Well, how do you think the ten year old child who created it is going to be doing?".
Doctor Director's face fell like a rock, and her mouth dropped open. "No... Wade?", she mouthed, in some distress. Her good eye teared up as Kim watched, and she realised that whatever Global Justice had done to Wade, Dr Director at least hadn't intended it to happen. "We... we just asked him to help us put a filter into your website to keep... we had to convince... I never... we.. ", she rambled, an expression of mounting horror on her face.
"I know Wade. That video is some of his best work. He found the individual security videos yesterday in the Uzbek interior ministry secure library, just being helpful in case I wanted to know more about what happened to Shego there. He watched them, and decided they were too confusing to follow easily, so he cut them all together into a single, brilliantly edited Hollywood Oscar standard feature, complete with english subtitles, probably while doing three other incredible things at once.
"The blood and gore? Didn't even bother him", said Kim. "That's not normal. He never seems to sleep. Not normal. Wild horses wouldn't drag him away from his keyboards, and the only thing that has got him outside the house in the last two years was when somebody fried his computers. So not normal!", Kim continued. "Wade is ten years old, he's totally desensitised to horrific images, he's a chronic insomiac with severe OCD and moderate agoraphobia. And you did all that and more to Wade to save a cheerleader who saves the world from having a few nightmares?"
"We... I... just wanted to stop you turning out like Shego did, Kim!", said Dr Director, voice cracking. A solitary tear ran down Betty Director's cheek, and seeing it, Kim softened her tone just slightly.
"As I think that video proves, there are worse things in the world than turning out like Shego did. Like skinning people alive. Or...", said Kim, aiming a final verbal switchblade between Betty Director's ribs, "...like destroying the innocence and mental well being of a child!".
Betty Director looked utterly destroyed as she sat opposite Kim, and yet Kim felt a thousand times better than she had since she had first seen that video. Catharsis had done her the world of good. "So anyway", she said, her tone suddenly relaxed and cheerful again, "when I get back from this mission, we need to have a serious talk about what it's OK for you to protect me from and what's it's not OK to protect me from. I'm totally grateful to you for stopping the anthrax and the mail bombs, and especially the junk mail. Some of the other stuff? Not so much".
Dr Director nodded glumly, although she was clearly recovering her composure. The analysis department were going to choke when she fed them the edited highlights of what had just happened. This was going to trigger a complete ground up re-work of Kim's profile and lead to hundreds of hours of work and of supercomputer time, and until it was done, she was playing things entirely by ear.
"And that's the other thing. While I'm gone, you need to pull in the very best team of psychiatrists Global Justice can find, and get them on Wade's case. You owe him that and more. And I owe him to make sure that you pay the debt. Agreed?"
"Agreed!", said Dr Director, sounding like herself again. "You know, we can scrub this mission if you like, it isn't that important...".
"No way!", said Kim. "I'm Kim Possible. This is what I do. Including the spa treatments!".
Betty Director would much rather that Kim didn't take the mission. Until she could get Kim's profile updated and have it computed against the mission parameters, she didn't have any scientific way of predicting how Kim might react in various situations. I mean, Kim was still Kim, so she wasn't going to shack up with Lo Pin and start digging for nuclear bomb parts, but on the other hand, the Kim she had known would never have allowed the word 'fuck' to pass her lips, especially not yelled in blazing anger. And yet, Kim wasn't a Global Justice agent, didn't look in a mood to take no for an answer, and more pertinently, she was holding the bag containing the tickets and invitation in her hand, so Dr Director had no acceptable means of stopping her. She bowed to the inevitable...
"OK, Kim. We'll have that discussion when you get back, after the mission debrief, and I'll set the wheels in motion for getting Mr Load the help he needs. I hope you understand that we have always tried to act in your best interests, Kim, and I apologise if we haven't always succeeded. And as for Mr Load... I... it never crossed my mind. Even yesterday, when I said didn't want him knowing about what happened, it never crossed my mind that he... I'm sorry, OK? We just weren't looking at him the way we look at you!"
"Yes, I know...", sighed Kim. "You act like you always know best what is good for other people. Is this what happens when you are wrong?".
Dr Director chose not to answer that, changing the subject. "Can I have a copy of that video, Kim? For our analysts?".
Kim shook her head. "Sorry, no can do. I'm going to delete it, because something that vile doesn't need to exist. Have your people call me later, and I'll tell them exactly where Wade found the original video archive, and they can hack in and get their own copy of the raw footage. I don't want Wade to have to have anything more to do with this".
Dr Director understood, and nodded. "Well, OK Kim.... good luck, then!", she said, lamely. "Thank you!", Kim said sweetly, as if the previous half hour and more of anger and angst had never happened. "You.. err.. may want to fix your face, by the way".
Dr Director didn't wear make-up as a rule. Which was a good thing, because it would currently be smeared all down her face if she did. She pulled a tissue out of the box secreted in her bottom desk drawer and gave her face and her good eye a good going over to remove any trace of dampness, and then looked at Kim again expectantly.
"That's better! Seeya!", said Kim cheerily, hand on the door handle, waiting for Betty Director to unlock the door. Dr Director lifted a flap on her desk and pushed a button, eliciting a loud clunk as main power was reconnected and the big screen sprang back into life. Just as she was pushing the door release, the phone started ringing. No rest for the wicked. She looked up, and Kim was already halfway out the door with a cheery wave behind her. She barely had time to raise her own hand before the door had closed. She sighed and picked up the phone. "Dr Director!".
"Hi.. err.. it's Mike Jones, down in Particle Physics Laboratory 3. You.. uh.. asked for an immediate update if we made any progress with the investigation you asked us to carry out into the unconfirmed death of a Y-list entity? I've been trying to reach you for the last half an hour".
Dr Director sat bolt upright in her chair, and said "I was in conference. Can you confirm that Shego is dead?". "No... not yet. We still think that is the overwheming probability, but there are some significant... anomolies...", responded Mike Jones, apologetically.
That would just about put the lid on today. Even the remote prospect of the Shego she had seen on her wall today venting her anger at the CIA didn't bear much thinking about. She had damned well better be dead!
"My office, 5 minutes!", she barked, and slammed the phone down.
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