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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“And that’s everything we know and everything we talked out Mo.” Kim sighed. She was currently sprawled on her bed sideways, with her head lolling back over the edge, hair hanging down to the floor, and watching Monique upside-down; her friend sitting firmly entrenched in the depths of Kim’s big beanbag chair where it rested against the wall a few yards away.

She’d spent over three hours with Monique now, more or less, first at Monique’s house after school, and then here after inviting Monique over for dinner, since she’d forgotten she’d told her father she’d be home today, unlike usual, and only remembered at the last minute when Monique’s parents came home. After that delay, they’d gone up to Kim’s room and continued the conversation, which had mostly been about the situation involving Corscan, with liberal doses of what was going on with Shego thrown in as well, since it was impossible to separate the two given how everything had happened yesterday.

“Well, you know I wasn’t exactly a ‘fan’ of Corscan in the beginning,” Monique said, “and I can’t say I still don’t have some doubts about her an’ you and the things you’re doing, but in the long run, I think she’s been a lot more good for you than bad, even if it has been a pretty rocky road to get there. I mean, you’re all buff and kicking ass at a professional level now, you got what? An A plus in over half your advanced classes and only one A minus? And you’re a little more ummm… aware? Of some of the things you might have to deal with if you keep up the world-savin’ gig, right? I think that’s a pretty fair trade in return for the headfirst dive you took into the deep end of the hardcore lesbian sex pool.”

“Not helping Mo!” Kim grumbled as she scowled at her grinning friend.

“I’m just sayin’ that I agree with Shego…” Monique paused for a three-count, then shook her head, continuing; “Damn that was weird sayin’ that. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah… it’s pretty obvious she was keeping things from you, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she was trying to play you somehow, right girl? Now I’m not sayin’ that the two of you don’t have some issues you really need to clear the air about, just that it seems like a longer shot that she was using you is all.”

Monique paused, purposefully this time, then grinned as she added; “But you sure do know how to pick ‘em, don’t’cha girl? From ‘International Woman of Mystery’ to ‘International Wanted Criminal’… Who’s next? Sinistra, Princess of Hell?”

“So not helping Mo!” Kim growled, her abs flexing as she pulled herself upright and then spun around on her butt, scooting forward so she could sit hunched over on the edge of the bed, raking her fingers back through her hair and holding her head, elbows braced on her knees.

“Hey, Kim,” Monique leaned forward, her voice concerned, “I was just kidding around, y’know?”

Kim sighed, not looking up. “I know, but you’re a lot closer to the truth than not, even if you are just kidding. What the hell is wrong with me?”

Kim took a deep breath and released it slowly. Going over everything now, here, in her room, without Shego around distracting her with her presence, and admittedly with her… other, problem on the back burner now that she’d taken care of it this morning, Kim couldn’t help seeing everything that was going on as completely crazy.

How could she even consider trying to have any kind of relationship with Shego of all people? It was insane! Even if she ignored everything that had happened between the two of them, that still left everything else Shego was; who she was—all the more so with what Kim had learned last night.

Monique pulled herself out of the beanbag chair and walked over to sit next to Kim, putting her arm around her friend and hugging her supportively.

“Are you ok girl?” Monique asked in a gentle voice.

“How can I be ok Mo?” Kim sighed again, dropping her arms and looking over to her friend with a tormented expression. “I’ve got some kind of feelings for Shego. Shego for god’s sake! She works for a guy whose only reason for not having killed me yet is he’s an incompetent boob! She’s a wanted criminal in eleven countries! And she doesn’t even care about it! How can I even think about being with someone like that?”

“It all boils down to a simple ‘we can’t pick who we like’ Kim, you know that.” Monique answered. “Skinny little boys fallin’ for big ol’ fat girls; timid, soft spoken girly girls fallin’ for loud, rude, crude dudes; rich girls datin’ poor biker boys; an’ nineteen-year-old freshmen goin’ head-over-heels for their middle-aged professors; it takes all kinds, and it happens all the time. You like Shego, and whether it’s because of what we were talking about a few days ago or something else entirely, it is what it is girl. Besides, she can’t be all bad; she used to be a superhero after all, and you said that she could have done a lot worse to you and Ron over the years than she has, right? I don’t think you could fall for someone with no redeeming qualities anyway.”

“I don’t know Mo.” Kim shook her head. “After last night… I just don’t know…”

“What do you mean?”

“Some of the things she told me…” Kim trailed off.

“Things she told you?” Monique prompted.

Kim sighed and shook her head again. “While we were going down to Corscan’s we were talking about her… I was telling Shego some of the things that happened between us, and somehow we ended up talking about whether or not…” Kim swallowed, “whether or not Shego had ever killed anyone before. And she had…”

As Monique listened with uncharacteristic quiet, Kim slowly recounted everything Shego had told her on the flight down to the complex. Even though she’d had time to sleep on it, ever since she’d been distracted by Corscan’s disappearance, Kim hadn’t thought about what Shego had told her at all. Now that she was thinking about it again, she found herself just as confused as she’d been the night before, because while she thought some of the things Shego had said were inherently wrong, she didn’t feel they were wrong nearly as strongly. It was that very lack of disturbance that disturbed her the most, along with the fact that deep down, she thought she might even agree with a few—a very few—of the things Shego had done.

Once she’d finished, Kim sat quietly, looking at Monique with shimmering, almost pleading eyes, desperately hoping her friend could provide her with some insight into the troubling situation, as she’d done so many times before.

Sighing, Monique took a deep breath and, with a reserved, serious tone, finally said; “Well, I don’t know if this’ll help or not, but… I kind of agree with Shego. Don’t get me wrong!” Monique hastened to add, raising her left palm to Kim in a halting gesture as she saw her friend’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not saying it’s right necessarily, just that, well, she’s got a point—assuming she’s telling the truth about not killing anyone unless she has to anyway. I mean, they all know what they’re getting into when they take the job, whatever it is, right? And if you’re a lion tamer, you can’t go complaining if you get mauled by some lions, y’dig? So… yeah, it might not be right, but as long as she isn’t blowing anyone away at the first sign of trouble, well… I can’t really say it’s wrong either.”

Monique paused for a moment, trying to better organize her thoughts, then continued. “I mean, she shouldn’t be doing it at all, obviously, but killing someone to keep them from killing you?” Monique shook her head. “I can’t say that’s wrong Kim, no matter how you got there. It ain’t right, but it ain’t wrong either.” Monique sighed, looking down at her lap, and finished; “That probably doesn’t help you much, does it? Sorry…”

“No, it’s ok Mo.” Kim said softly, unsure what to say, and unsure what she thought even. After a few moments she asked; “What about… what about the other ones?”

“Oh, them?” Monique looked up at Kim, her face dead serious. “No problem there girlfriend; I’d’a killed all’a those twisted fucks myself if I’d’a been in her shoes, no doubt about it.”

“Really?” Kim asked, honestly surprised.

Monique drew breath to speak, her expression fierce, but a moment later it softened, and she closed her mouth without saying a word. Looking away for a few moments, she eventually turned back and contritely said; “Ok, maybe I might not have been able to do it, but yeah Kim, I think I’d have tried.” Monique’s expression and tone hardened again. “And if I could do it, I would. That’s just what some people deserve for what they’ve done.” Monique shook her head. “Some things are just too far over the line, y’dig?” Monique gave a little laugh and a grin, adding; “We can’t all be Kim Possible after all.”

That’s just the problem Monique, Kim thought, I’m not so sure anymore that Kim Possible is ‘Kim Possible’ either…

After several long moments of silence, Kim let out a long sigh and flopped back on her bed, arms above her head so they hung limp at the elbows over the far side of the bed. When she spoke, her voice was soft and heavy, with an undercurrent of pain and confusion that bordered on tormented.

“I don’t know Mo, I just don’t know. It’s all so screwed up. When I was around her… I just didn’t care about anything else, all that other stuff; I just wanted to be with her. Even now part of me wants to just forget about it all. It just felt… right, to me. But how can it feel right when there’s so many things wrong with it? I can’t understand it Mo, and the more I think about it, the more I think I shouldn’t even be trying, no matter what I feel. That there’s too many things against it, too many reasons it’s crazy, too many problems… It can’t work Mo, and it won’t work… not in the end… and I think it’s better to stop now than to go on, because going on with it will be so much worse than stopping now, no matter how much I want it…”

While Kim spoke, Monique twisted around so she could look at her friend, sitting more on her right hip now and leaning back with her weight supported on her locked right arm, her expression concerned and sympathetic. Once Kim was done, Monique took a deep breath and let out a short, gentle sigh before she responded.

“You don’t need to tell me how weird this whole thing is Kim, and you’ve got a point, but seriously girl, so what?”

“What do you mean?” Kim asked, turning her head to look at her friend.

“Well you think this is the first time anyone’s ever had to deal with a hard road because of who they liked? Girl, you ain’t the first, and you won’t be the last. What you need to ask yourself is, which is more important: avoiding all the complications and heartache that might happen by playing it safe, or risking all that trouble in order to see if you just might have something special with her.”

“The thing is Kim,” Monique continued, “I can’t answer that for you. Only you can decide if what you’re feeling is something that’s worth the risk or not. I’m not saying it won’t be hard either way you go—damn hard probably—but really, the only difference between this and thinking about starting any other relationship is the level of things involved. You always run the risk of getting hurt and screwing up your life when you get involved with someone. And given that you’ve seen Shego at her worst, that you pretty much know everything being with her brings, you’re ahead of the game girl, because none of it will come as a surprise to you later on down the road.”

“So yeah, it’ll be hard, and you’ll probably wish you’d never even heard of her at least once or twice, but only you can decide if that’s worth it or not.” Monique gave a faint smile as she finished.

Kim shook her head gently, saying; “Yeah, but this is Shego we’re talking about. The things she’s done, the things she’s been… how can I live with that?”

“Look, Kim, as long as you don’t see yourself knocking over a bank with her or bustin’ her green ass outta jail or letting her get away with things you’d stop her from doin’ otherwise, it doesn’t matter. She is who she is and her past is her past. It’s not going to change who you are unless you let it.”

“But what does it say about me if I’m with her despite all that she’s done?”

“Ummm… that you’re human?” Monique couldn’t help smirking. “Hey, I said it was going to be hard Kim, but you know what? The Kim Possible I know doesn’t give up before she even starts fighting. Girl I know doesn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘quit,’ y’dig? Gotta try girl, otherwise you’ll never know what might have happened—even if that means you might end up a little on the screwy side of common morality.” Monique gave a soft snort and chuckle, playfully adding; “Not like you’re not over that line already anyway…”

Kim raised her arms and raked her fingers back through her hair, pressing her palms tight to the sides of her head and squeezing while venting a low, growling, drawn-out cry of frustration. A few moments later she pulled herself upright and said; “Damnit! Why the hell does my life have to be so damn complicated?”

Sighing, Kim shook her head and stood up, turning to look at Monique.

“You’re right though. I can’t just take the easy way out, however much I want to. It’s not who I am. No matter how fucked up this gets or how bad it’s going to end, I have to see it through, wherever it goes. Thanks.”

Monique smiled and stood as well, embracing Kim in a warm hug as she answered; “No big girl; that’s what I’m here for.” A few moments later Monique smirked as she added; “That an’ bein’ around for you to feel up; getcher hand off’a my ass girl!”

“My hand’s not on your ass Monique!” Kim growled with amused mock-irritation.

“An’ why the hell not?” Monique released Kim, still grinning broadly as she stepped back and turned slightly, looking over her shoulder so she could see herself in the full-length mirror in the corner, pushing her hips back and flexing her butt slightly as she wiggled it. “That ass is fine girl, an’ your hands should be all over it whenever you get the chance! Booty like Mo’s don’t come along every day girl; you should appreciate being able to bask in its perfection so much, y’dig?”

Kim snorted, grinning and shaking her head in appalled amusement. As she drew breath to respond however, the musical chirp of her Kimmunicator interrupted her.

Turning, Kim took a step over to her nightstand and picked up the device, triggering receive with mild irritation, expecting to see Wade on the other end. When the world-renowned entomologist Professor Akari appeared instead, she was somewhat surprised to say the least.

“Oh, ahhh… hey Professor Akari. Is there something I can do for you?” Kim asked with a hint of confusion.

“Oh good, it worked.” Professor Akari replied with relief, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses nervously. “I’m not exactly sure if this qualifies as an ‘extreme, world-threatening situation of epic proportions’ like the link on your site said, but it’s quite close Miss Possible. I’m doing some work at a research facility just outside of the Middleton area and there’s been an accident here that I believe could have dire consequences indeed.”

Not being slow on the uptake, Kim was able to quickly puzzle out that Wade had probably set up a direct link to her Kimmunicator on her site in case of emergencies while he was indisposed. With only a hint of nervousness given what happened last time with Professor Akari, Kim asked; “What’s the sitch Professor?”

“Well, one of my colleagues was conducting research into the crossbreeding and slight genetic manipulation of Coleoptera Lampyridae, otherwise known as the firefly, in order to increase their size so that their bioluminescent qualities might be better exploited for various uses. Unfortunately, due to the incompetence of one of his assistants, several of the latest generation of altered fireflies were released into the wild. I believe that my colleagues, while being concerned over the situation, do not fully grasp the severe implications of allowing even a single member of a heretofore-unknown species to escape into the ecosystem—the results could be disastrous! And yet instead of calling in all the help they can, they’ve called off the search for the evening and do not plan to resume it until tomorrow morning!”

“I see.” Kim swallowed nervously, tugging at the collar of her shirt with a finger. “And… just how b-big are we talking about here anyway?”

“Oh, the latest generation was nearly half-again the size of the Coleoptera Phyllophaga… errr, that is to say, a June bug. Just over two inches long, though I suspect they were not yet fully mature, and may be capable of reaching sizes up to three inches in length.”

Kim gave a mental sigh of relief and said; “Oh, well, that’s not too big at all. All right Professor Akari, if you can send me the address of where you’re working, I’ll come as soon as I can.”

“Thank you Miss Possible, but please do hurry. Every minute wasted is another minute they have to get beyond our reach and potentially cause untold harm to the ecosystem if not recaptured.”

“Don’t worry Professor, I’ll get all the oversized fireflies back no problem. See you soon!” Kim responded as she verified the address Professor Akari sent her and then hit disconnect.

Turning to Monique, Kim said; “Well, duty calls.” After a second’s pause she added, “You wanna come with?”

“What, me? Come on a mission with you?”

“Sure, why not? Chasing oversized fireflies can’t be that dangerous—even if it is at night—and I could use the company, since I’m not going to interrupt Ron’s night with this.” Kim answered, moving over to her closet and reaching in to pull out one of her mission outfits from the back.

Monique stood with a slightly conflicted, considering expression on her face for several minutes—nearly long enough for Kim to finish changing—before finally saying; “Yeah, sure, what the hell. It could be fun, and it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do anyway.”

Kim smiled, gesturing to her closet, and said; “Well, hurry up and get changed then; you’re on the clock now…”

Monique grinned back and proceeded to do as Kim instructed, part of her mildly excited and part of her wondering exactly what she was getting herself into…

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Seated squarely in the middle of a modest lot with a pair of large oak tress and a neatly manicured lawn was a fair-sized house—of course, “modest” and “fair-sized” were relative to the high-class Upperton suburb it was located in. The numerous rooms inside were decorated with expensive, well-made furniture and other décor, well matched and falling just shy of luxurious or opulent. The house had a lived-in look, not messy, but not excessively neat or sterile either. Despite all that, it somehow felt… hollow. An air of emptiness echoed throughout its rooms and halls, invisible, but sensed nonetheless.

Walking through the shadowy interior, a young man with a lean, strong build moved with unusual—some might say undue—care for one moving through his own home. Furtively glancing down the hall in either direction first, he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking it securely with not only the doorknob, but also two cunningly concealed bolts at the top and bottom corners of the door.

Turning on the light, Eric paused for a moment, assessing his appearance in the mirror. Despite the fact that he was a Synthodrone, his advanced neural net and extensive interlinked personality subroutines made him almost human, and because of that, he was able to take pride in his good looks and physical appearance.

Finding everything in order, Eric smiled with a cold arrogance and turned, stepping into the shower stall despite being fully clothed. Shutting the door, Eric grasped the hot and cold water faucets and pressed their rounded centers in, producing a pair of muted clicks. Then he raised his face up toward the shower nozzle and opened his mouth wide. Several seconds passed, and then the central stud of the nozzle extended on a long, segmented cable, curling sinuously as more and more of it slithered out the narrow hole. With the speed of a striking cobra, the cable suddenly lunged forward and shot down Eric’s throat, connecting to an interface nodule deep inside him.

Within moments, Eric felt the familiar light strain on his processing capacity as the communications array synced up with his neural net, feeding him a second set of audio and visual sensory inputs. After a brief wait, the darkness and electronic skirl inside his head was replaced by a view of his father, Dr. Drakken, sitting at the central core mainframe deep in the heart of his mountain lair.

“Ahhh, Eric my boy, tell me how things went today.” Drakken demanded eagerly, leaning forward in his chair. “How did our dear Kimberly Ann react to your invitation to the prom?”

Eric grimaced—or rather, the image of him on screen did, for his actual body remained fixed in place, completely motionless—and he responded; “Not as expected. She actually turned me down father!”

“What!” Drakken gaped. “But… I… how… you… what… she… aaaaaah!” Drakken hunched forward, grabbing the hair on either side of his head and tugging at it soundly. A second later he looked up to the heavens and howled; “This doesn’t make any sense whatsoever!”

Eric remained silent, his face grim, but aside from the theatrics, he agreed with his father’s sentiments exactly. He had been designed to be the perfect temptation for any normal teenage girl, and more specifically, tailor made to attract Kim Possible. The fact that he’d been far less than successful had been eating away at him for months now, coiling inside his syntho-goo like some wrathful, malignant black serpent, its constant slithering and sibilant whispers driving his anger higher and higher with every passing moment he wasn’t in sleep mode.

“I agree father, but that’s what happened nonetheless.”

“Mmaaah… fine, whatever.” Drakken growled dismissively before looking at the screen once more. “Well then, tell me, is she still occupied with that company internship program she’s been working in?”

“I’m not sure father. She hasn’t mentioned anything about finishing it, but I noticed she didn’t have her motorcycle today, and she left school with Monique. They were walking casually in the direction of Monique’s house and seemed to be in no particular hurry.”

Drakken sighed dejectedly and spent several moments pondering before a sly expression came over him.

“Very well then, despite Miss Possible’s continued and totally inexplicable rejection of your advances, we have to move forward. I’m going to start restructuring Bueno Nacho in order to begin phase two. I want you to keep a sharp eye out for any suspicions from Kim Possible and her buffoonish sidekick while I do so.”

“Understood father. But… have you decided to abandon the plan to keep her distracted while you put everything into place?”

“Not exactly Eric.” Drakken grinned evilly and laughed. “There are distractions and then there are distractions. What I have in mind now might not be my first choice or the best choice, but we’re simply going to have to go down a different track…”

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Kim was running a few minutes late when she got to school the next morning; including travel time, it had taken her and Monique nearly six hours to hunt down the seven escaped fireflies using a chemical tracker of Professor Akari’s, so she hadn’t gotten to bed until a little after two o’clock. That resulted in her sleeping in for longer than she should have, which resulted in her needing to jog to school in a rush just to arrive on time, more or less.

Quick walking to her locker instead of running—only because she spotted Mr. Barkin stalking the halls out of the corner of her eye—Kim arrived to find Monique there waiting for her. Her friend was slightly bleary-eyed and had a vaguely zombie-like air of sleep deprivation about her, but seemed more-or-less alert and functional despite that.

Kim was forced to reassess her initial evaluation somewhat when her friend gave a gaping yawn before saying; “Girl, I don’t know how you manage to do it…”

“What, fly a jetpack in a straight line?” Kim couldn’t help teasing with a smirk as she opened her locker, remembering the trouble Monique had last night getting the hang of what Kim considered a relatively simple device—even Ron could use one with a fair degree of skill after all.

“No,” Monique growled, “I mean staying out all hours running around the world doing stuff like that. Don’t you miss sleep girl?”

“Not so much, no.” Kim answered honestly. “You get used to it.”

“Yeah well—” Monique broke off with another jaw-cracking yawn before continuing; “I sure am glad I don’t have to. Mo needs her eight hours in order to think straight and look good, y’know what I mean?”

Kim smiled, but before she could respond, Ron appeared from out of a crowd of passing students, walking up to the pair and saying; “Hey ladies, how’s it go— whoa! What happened to you Monique? You look awful.”

“Gee, thanks loads Stoppable; that’s just what a girl likes to hear in the morning.” Monique growled dryly, while Kim said; “She was out with me on a mission last night Ron, so she didn’t get to sleep ‘til late.”

“Oh, well yeah, that would do it all right.” Ron nodded, having the good grace to look slightly rueful over his earlier remark, before his expression suddenly shifted to alarm as he sharply asked; “Wait! What do you mean she was out with you on a mission last night? Since when does Monique go on missions? And why didn’t you call me?”

“Well, she was with me and you were off working your magic on Zita, so I asked her to go. Besides, it’s not like it was anything big; just hunting down a few mutant fireflies for Professor Akari.”

“That’s not the point Kim, i— w-wait, did you say Professor Akari?” Ron shuddered unconsciously. At Kim’s nod he asked; “And, ‘mutant fireflies?’ What kind of ‘mutant fireflies?’”

“I don’t know exactly, but they were really big; almost three inches long. And they flew pretty fast too.” Kim answered.

“E-yahhh!” Ron’s face twisted up in creeped-out disgust, his limbs twitched, and he shuddered almost violently. “That’s just wrong!”

After a few more moments shivering, twitching, and looking around nervously, Ron finally calmed down and looked at Monique, saying; “Well, better you than me then,” before turning to Kim and wagging a finger while continuing sternly; “But don’t be making a habit of it; Ron Stoppable is always your go-to guy Kim, even if it does involve creepy, crawly, twitchy… flying… e-yahhh!” Ron shuddered again.

“Sure Ron.” Kim answered with a smile, closing her locker and turning to head for class. Beside her, Monique was smiling too. A moment later Kim asked; “So, how’d it go with you and Zita last night anyway?”

“Yeah tiger, you got’cherself a prom date now?” Monique added.

“Nope. Lance Newman asked her to go last week.” Ron sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ron.” Kim said, and Monique nodded sympathetically beside her.

“Hey, no problem ladies.” Surprisingly, Ron’s voice was cheerful and he grinned as he responded. A moment later the mystery was solved as he continued; “I might not have a prom date, but what I do have is a date date to go see Mr. And Ms. Smith with the lovely Zita Flores on Thursday night, a-booyeah!”

“Really? That’s great Ron.” Kim grinned.

“Yeah, way to go tiger.” Monique added.

Ron smiled back, basking in his friends’ adulation for a moment before saying; “So anyway, I guess I’ll be able to go with you to the prom after all Kim.”

“Oh, ahhh, well, actually, since you said you were going to ask Zita I made other plans, sorry.” Kim replied apologetically.

“No problem KP; the Ron-man can handle stag. Just more of me to go around for the lay-dies.” Ron grinned smugly as he walked along with his two friends. A moment later he was struck by a sudden thought and sobered, saying; “We’re still on for after school, right? I wanna know everything that’s happening with you and Corscan.”

Kim gave a mental wince at the sudden reminder of her current situation and answered; “Yes Ron, we can talk right after school, ok?”

“Ok, I’ve gotta get to class then; see you later KP.” Ron waved goodbye over his shoulder as he took off, while Kim and Monique said “Bye.” before turning and heading into their own first class of the day.

The rest of the school day passed fairly quickly for everyone, the only notable event being when Mr. Barkin informed Kim that with the last of the extra credit assignments she had turned in today, she had just barely managed to push her final A minus grade in advanced math up to a full A. In seemingly no time at all, the final bell had rung, releasing the student body into the halls and freedom for the second to last time this school year.

Kim had just reached her locker and was opening it when Ron rushed up with Rufus on his shoulder and said; “Hey hey KP! We’re nearly there; just a half day tomorrow and then nothing but weeks and weeks of summer fun, a-booyeah!” On his shoulder, Rufus echoed, “Summer fun, yeh-ha!” with a toothy grin and a thumbs up.

“Glad school’s ending are we?” Kim said with a dry tone and smile while getting her light jacket out of her locker.

“You know it KP!” Ron grinned broadly. “So, you wanna go to Bueno Nacho or back to my place?”

“I guess we ca—” Kim said before she was interrupted by a raucous taunt from a passing student.

“Hey Stoppable, you clean out your locker yet? I need to know if I should bring my raincoat tomorrow or not!”

Ron turned, taking a deep breath while Rufus growled on his shoulder, and then unexpectedly shut his mouth. Next to him, Kim could barely hear him muttering between tightly clenched teeth; “Just… let it go Ron… doesn’t matter… can’t let it get to you… don’t give them the satisfaction… just keep your mouth shut…”

With Ron ignoring him, it was only a few moments before the student turned his attention back in the direction he was headed, clearly disappointed. Next to Kim, Ron spent a few more moments tensely controlling his reaction before finally exhaling in a long, cleansing sigh.

“Way to go Ron.” Kim congratulated Ron with a smile as she started to close her locker, only to be interrupted again by Wade suddenly appearing on the communications screen inside.

“Hey Kim, glad I caught you.” Wade said.

“What’s up Wade?” Kim asked as she opened the locker wide again.

“Well, first of all, you were right yesterday.” Wade said humbly. “I shouldn’t have gotten so wrapped up in what was going on. I still haven’t found anything yet, but I’m trying at least a dozen different angles I should have come up with sooner, but I was too tired to see them. Also, I realized there was one blatantly obvious thing I was missing, though it doesn’t help us out much yet.”

“What’s that?” Kim asked curiously.

“There are numerous data backup and storage facilities around the world that store information on closed computer systems that are completely off the network. If I can arrange to get access to one of those facilities I should be able to retrieve the information they wiped out. I doubt it’ll be that useful, but I’m sure it’ll give me some clues to follow both for tracking them down and on how they managed to erase all the information as well.”

“That’s great Wade.”

“Also, I thought of one other thing as well. The company records I hacked into all those months ago, and more recently, were all stored on a specific series of computers in their network. I did a check on those computers and confirmed that the hard drives are all the same and haven’t been replaced. If we can get our hands on a few of those hard drives I can retrieve the missing data from them as well.”

“But didn’t you say the information was all changed or erased?” Kim asked, confused.

“Just because you delete something from a hard drive doesn’t mean it’s gone Kim. Even if you run one of those hard drive scrubber programs, faint traces of the data will remain on the drive, and can be retrieved with the right equipment and reconstruction programs. The only way to truly erase a hard drive is to expose it to a powerful magnetic field, and as far as I can tell without actually examining any of these drives, that hasn’t happened here.”

“That’s great, but… how are we going to get our hands on them?”

“I don’t know Kim. I mean, it’s not like they’re going to be willing to hand over their personnel files and records of company holdings to just anyone. Maybe we could tell them about how they were being used as a cover for her activities… of course, that assumes they were being used, and that the people in charge aren’t still working with her or for her, as the case may be.”

Kim sighed, and responded; “Well, I’ll see what I can come up with. Is that everything?”

“Actually no, there’s one other thing; we got a hit on the site today. Apparently the Australian ambassador’s nephew has a pet crocodile that recently went missing. They’re not sure if it was croc-napped or just got loose and ended up in the city’s drainage tunnels, but either way the local authorities have asked for your help in order to avoid an international incident.”

“Oh come on! You can’t be serious!” Ron shouted from behind Kim.

“Afraid so mate.” Wade answered with an Australian accent and a grin.

“Duty calls then,” Kim said, her smile the only acknowledgement she made of the exchange. “Have you got a ride lined up for us yet?”

“Yeah, you’ll need to get to the airport by five forty-five guys; Luchenzo Brothers’ shipping has a flight heading out then, and they’re willing to give you a lift up to Washington DC. I still haven’t worked out a way for you to get back yet, but I’ll figure something out before long.”

“Ok Wade, we’re on our way.” Kim said, and Wade nodded before cutting the transmission and vanishing from the screen. A moment later Kim shut her locker and turned to Ron.

“Well, at least we’ll have plenty of time to talk.” Kim smiled. “I’ll meet you at my house in an hour, ok? Oh, and bring your rocket skates and mini re-breather for this one.”

“Although it’s thoroughly eeeewwww, I get the mini re-breather, but why rocket skates?” Ron asked as he followed Kim up the hall.

“For the dry tunnels and flow ways if we do end up hunting for it instead of rescuing it from someone.” Kim answered.

“Mm, ok, that makes sense. All right Kim, I’ll be over to your place in an hour or so; see you later.” Ron said, splitting up with Kim as they exited the school and heading for his scooter in the parking lot.

“See you then.” Kim replied, turning and heading for home at a quick walk.

Kim got home in less than ten minutes and went straight up to her room to change into her mission clothes, get her equipment ready, and then put everything else away. After that she came downstairs to find that she was the only one currently at home.

Heading into the kitchen to get something to eat, Kim was just sitting down to the various leftovers she’d assembled and reheated when she heard the garage door rumble open. A minute later the inside door flew open and the twins raced past the kitchen, only the muted thumping and clomping of their trampling footsteps on the stairs a clue as to their destination. Shortly thereafter Ann came in as well, closing the door behind her.

“Hey Mom.” Kim said with a smile before taking another bite of her food.

“Oh, hey Kimmie,” Ann responded before pausing, taking note of what Kim was wearing. “Are you heading out or getting back?”

Kim swallowed and answered; “Heading out. Gotta find a missing crocodile for the Australian ambassador’s nephew. Can’t take that long; we’ll probably be back by midnight.”

“All right honey, I’ll keep something in the oven for you then.” Ann said while taking off her shoes and putting them on the mat.

“Thanks mom.” After a short pause Kim looked up and added; “Oh, and I’m probably going to the prom tomorrow too, but I’m not a hundred percent yet.”

“Oh that’s right, the prom is tomorrow, isn’t it?” Ann exclaimed. “I’d almost forgotten… so, will you be going with Ron again?”

“No…” Kim said between bites, “well, actually, he’ll be there, but we’re not going together or anything. He asked Zita last night, but he waited too long and she already had a date, and since I’m not completely sure if I’m going or not and he is, he’s going stag.”

“Awww, the poor boy. Is he taking it well?” Ann asked sympathetically.

“He’s fine; Zita said she’d go to the movies with him on Thursday.” Kim said with a smile.

“Oh that’s good then. So, you’re going all alone then? No one’s asked you yet?”

“Well, Eric asked me, but I had to turn him down.” Kim said, taking a drink of milk afterwards. “He’s a nice guy and all, but I’m just not interested in him like that, so it wouldn’t have been fair to let him get the wrong idea.”

“That’s too bad. Eric is a nice young man; I hope he wasn’t too disappointed… Well, I’m going to go change dear. You have a good night if I don’t see you until tomorrow.”

“Well, I’ll be here for a while yet, but thanks mom.” Kim replied, and Ann smiled, nodded, and then stepped out of sight as she headed down the hall.

Kim was just finishing up her last bowl of leftovers when she heard the doorbell ring. At first Kim assumed she’d locked the front door when she’d come in and that it was Ron arriving early, but by the time she’d gotten up from the table to let him in, she head her mother open the door and begin talking to someone after a short pause, so she started putting her dishes in the sink instead. Before she was half done her mother unexpectedly called out to her; “Kimmie, could you come here for a minute please? There’s something here for you…”

Something? Kim thought curiously while setting down the glass she’d just picked up.

Going to the front door, Kim found her mother waiting for her just inside the doorway, while a large man in a pale yellow jumpsuit and light brown cap stood on the front step, an obvious air of impatience and irritation about him. As Kim walked up he lifted a clipboard and gruffly asked; “Kimberly Ann Possible?”

“Ummm, yes?” Kim replied with just a touch of confused hesitation.

“Sign here…” The man said, thrusting the clipboard in Kim’s general direction.

“What’s this all about?” Kim asked as she stepped forward and took the clipboard from him, making no further move to comply with his request.

“I just deliver ‘em, I don’t ask questions.” The man responded, jerking his left thumb up to point over his shoulder.

The man backed up as Kim stepped outside so she could see what he was pointing at, and a moment later her eyes widened in surprise as she saw another similarly dressed man standing next to a short flatbed truck, strapped to the back of which was a bulky looking black muscle bike with red highlights. Kim blinked several times, staring at the lustrous machine in confusion for a few moments before finally shaking her head and turning her attention to the clipboard she was holding.

Scanning the delivery forms, Kim found no clue as to the bike’s origin, and a second later she looked up at the man next to her. After seeing his bored, irritated expression and remembering his earlier dismissive comment, Kim decided there were no answers to be gained there either. With a sigh, Kim signed and initialed the delivery forms and handed the clipboard back to the man.

“Thanks.” The man said with a clear air of “it’s about time” insincerity. A moment later, after checking the forms, he removed the copies from the clipboard, pulled an envelope out of his pocket, and handed both items to Kim.

“There you go; we’ll be done in just a few minutes.” The man said, turning and heading for the truck while signaling his partner to start unloading the bike.

“Ok, thank you.” Kim said reflexively, her attention more on the heavy, plain brown envelope he had handed her than his attitude.

As Kim opened the envelope, her mother joined her out front, asking; “What’s this all about Kimmie?”

“Not sure…” Kim answered, dumping two sets of keys from the envelope into her left hand. Stuffing the keys into her pocket, Kim dug a pink slip and a small note card out of the envelope as well, emptying it.

Holding the card open with her thumb, Kim read the single line typed on the inside and couldn’t help the small, amused grin that crept across her face.

Like I said, sorry about the bike, but this should make up for it. S.

“Looks like a replacement for my old bike mom.” Kim said as she looked up from the note to find her mother still hovering next to her with an air of curious interest.

Before either of them could say anything more, the twins came out of the house as well, drawn by the activity on the street and pushing their way past Kim and Ann before coming to a stop a few yards past them, harmonizing; “Awesome! A fully tricked out Ducati Monster S4R!”

“So that’s what it is.” Kim said idly, looking at the bike again.

Both brothers froze in place, slowly turning to look at Kim with twin expressions of disgusted disbelief.

“How can you like bikes so much,” Jim said before Tim finished, “and not know anything about them?”

“Hey, I don’t need to know anything about horses to like riding them either…” Kim responded dryly.

“Ugh…” Jim said disgustedly, “girls…” Tim continued with equal disgust, “We’ll never understand you!” Both finished in harmony.

Returning their attention to the bike, it was only a few moments before they forgot all about Kim and started talking to each other.

“Hundred-and-seventeen horsepower…”

“Lightweight trestle frame…”

“Nine-hundred-and-six cc Desmoquattro L-twin engine,” Tim started, “liquid cooling and Marelli electronic fuel injection,” Jim continued, “with advanced gearing system and twin exhaust!” they both finished in appreciative harmony.

“You know… we could replace the frame with a lightweight high-impact polymer alloy,” Jim said before Tim continued; “and the suspension with experimental super-shock absorbers,” Tim handed off to Jim; “swap the tires with high-grade carbon fiber and polymer composite wheels,” Tim took over again; “and even add retractable gripper-claws for ultimate off-road capability.”

“Ahem.” Kim cleared her throat loudly behind the pair.

“Microburst thrusters in the shocks so you could jump it without needing a ramp.” Jim added loudly.

“Tweebs.” Kim said firmly in the background, trying to get their attention, but the twins ignored her.

“Computer controlled gyrostabilizers for enhanced maneuvering capability!” Tim shouted.

“Tweebs!” Kim growled louder, with still no response.

Jim and Tim looked at one another with exuberant glee and harmonized; “And of course, rocket boosters for maximum acceleration and high speed capability!”

“Enough!” Kim roared at nearly the top of her lungs. Glaring at the twins she continued loudly, “There will be no ‘modifications’ tweebs, got it? The same rules apply to this bike as my last one; if you want to keep your hands attached to your wrists, you’ll keep them off my bike!””

Jim and Tim turned to Kim with a low groan, sulking; “You’re no fun.”

As the two boys ambled back into the house dejectedly, Ann spoke with a gentle sympathy; “You know they’re only trying to help Kimmie.”

Kim turned to her mother and dryly responded; “They were only trying to ‘help’ when they launched the washing machine into orbit last fall too, and I seem to recall you coming up with the ‘no modifying the major appliances’ rule in response to that.”

“Well, I guess you’ve got me there honey.” Ann gave a soft smile of reluctant amusement and headed into the house herself.

Kim snorted and turned her attention back to the two men wheeling her new bike down a ramp and off the flatbed. Once on the street, the bulky bike seemed to crouch against the asphalt, and though Kim couldn’t be sure from where she stood, she was fairly certain it wasn’t equipped for a second rider.

I’ll need a new helmet, and I’ll probably have to gas it up too… Kim thought, before that sparked another idea. My gas card! Kim dug out her wallet and found the gas card Corscan had given her. I wonder if it still works?

Looking at the card, Kim realized that if it did work that might be a lead Wade could use… and it didn’t hurt that she really wanted to try out her new machine either. A second later she pulled out her Kimmunicator and contacted Ron, making sure he could get to the airport on his own and letting him know not to wait for her, all while slowly walking towards the street and her shiny new toy.

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Kim sighed as she flopped back in bed and stretched her arms and legs out in all directions, spread-eagle. Then she jerked her arm down and winced slightly as a painful twinge shot through her side from her cracked rib. Sighing again, Kim tried to relax, winding down from the mission and flight home.

It turned out the crocodile had been both croc-napped and lost, as it had gotten away from its captors while they were taking it back to their hideout, so while it had been relatively easy to track down and subdue the inept trio of pet-nappers, actually retrieving the reptile had taken significantly longer. At least it had given her plenty of time to talk to Ron about the situation with Corscan.

Unlike Shego and Monique, Ron was much more on the side of Kim’s fears and suspicions, and he had certainly been willing to cast everything that had happened with Corscan in a much darker light than they had. Kim knew that was probably just a combination of the way he tended to blow things out of proportion, his usual moody jealousy—even now, after all these months—and his general sense of paranoia, but still, he had a considerably solid view even if you discounted all of that. So now Kim was more or less in a neutral “wait and see” place, evenly worried and evenly willing to give Corscan the benefit of the doubt.

Kim sighed again and stared at her ceiling mindlessly, just trying to put everything out of her head. After a few minutes she smiled as her thoughts drifted to the bike Shego had sent her. It wasn’t quite as comfortable or as easy to handle as her last one, but it went nearly as fast when she let the throttle out all the way, and it was more responsive when shifting gears, so all in all it was a pretty good replacement—plus she liked the way it looked on her.

Suddenly Kim sat up straight, softly exclaiming; “Shego!” An instant later she hissed and winced again as another jab of pain shot through her courtesy of her rib, but she ignored that, turning and reaching for her phone on her night table.

Retrieving her phone, Kim checked her missed calls. There were a couple from Monique, one from Tara—which gave her a slightly puzzled pause—and two from Shego, just like her intuition expected; one right after supper and the next later on in the evening, just before nine o’clock.

Looking at the time, Kim decided that twelve thirty-seven probably wasn’t too late to call Shego back, and with that, thought led to action as she hit connect on her phone.

After the seventh ring Kim was starting to think her assumption might have been in error, and was just about to hang up when Shego finally answered; “Hey Princess, what’s up?”

“Hi Shego. I’m not calling too late, am I?”

“If I answer, and I’m not shouting at you, odds are it’s not to late.” Shego responded with wry amusement. “I’m just coming back from a little… late night shopping, so I’m still up for a little while yet.”

“O-kaaaay. Well, I saw you called earlier. Sorry I wasn’t around; I had a mission.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured. But given that I could hardly ask nerd-boy to patch me through to you there wasn’t much I could do but wait.”

“So, what did you want then? Have you found something on Corscan?” Kim asked.

“Not so much yet, no. I’ve still got a few people to talk to, and I just finished off something for that earlier tonight, but I haven’t found anything new. I called to let you know where we could meet tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, do you know how to get to Chinatown in Lowerton?” Shego asked.

“Ummm… I think I know where that is, yeah.”

“Good, write this down then…” Shego waited while Kim got a pen and paper, and then gave her a long list of directions to take down. Once she’d finished, Kim looked at the elaborate directions for a few seconds and then said; “You want me to jump through all these hoops just to end up meeting you in an alley? Isn’t that a little… elaborate, there Shego?”

“Hey, you’re the one that’s worried about people seeing us together…” Shego growled.

Kim sighed and contritely answered; “Sorry. I guess I should be thanking you for taking it so seriously.” Maybe a little too seriously, Kim couldn’t help adding to herself; even with her own finely honed sense of paranoia over things like this she didn’t think she’d have taken it as far as Shego had. Still, better that than the alternative…

A few seconds later Kim’s wandering thoughts latched onto something she had almost forgotten and she said; “Oh, and thanks for sending me that bike too; it’s spankin’.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t like destroying the other one for no good reason, and it was yours, not something you were using while out saving the world… and I was the one coming after you, not the other way around, so… whatever. Just don’t think I’m going to be making a habit of it or anything, ok?” Shego finished in a cranky grumble that Kim couldn’t help smiling over.

“Never crossed my mind.” Kim responded smoothly. A second later she added; “Before I forget, when do you want to meet anyway?”

There was a short pause on the other end, and then Shego answered; “Seven ok for you, or do you usually eat earlier?”

“Ummm… well, we usually eat around five or six, depending, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Because I’m taking you to dinner, obviously.” Shego responded dryly.

“What, like a date or something?” Kim asked.

“Welllll, more like a working dinner I suppose, but close enough, yeah. Speaking of which, dress more up than down Princess; it’s not high class, but it ain’t a dive either—and before you get all bent out of shape, don’t worry about anyone seeing you there with me; it won’t be a problem, trust me.”

“Ummm, ok. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“See you then.” Shego answered before hanging up.

Kim set her phone down and then lay back on her bed once more.

“I have a date with Shego tomorrow.” Kim said to herself. A second later she snorted and giggled. There were so many things wrong with that statement she couldn’t even begin to list them, but despite the insanity, the only thing she could think of right now was the warm little feeling of almost giddy anticipation she felt inside.

A second later Kim shot out of bed in a panic, exclaiming; “What am I going to wear?”
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