The Middleton Pact - Redux
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More)
If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.
CHAPTER 13: Devilish Details.
She had been shot, almost died, and been restored to perfect health... Or so she thought. Now Kim stared at the red tipped tail she was holding. That it was growing from her own backside, was the last in a series of shocks over a very short period. She did what most anyone would do in the aftermath of such mental and physical overload. She fainted.
Shego barely managed to catch her wife, before she fell out of the van's passenger seat. Snatching up Kim's arm, she pressed a button on the wrist Kimmunicator. An obviously worried Wade appeared on the tiny screen.
Shego growled at the image. “Nerdlinger! Warm up that teleporter thingy. We need to get back there... Fast!”
As Wade acknowledged her, she pointed to a vacant lot. “Park it there Amy. We're gonna take the express.”
Mostly confused, the group piled out of the pink van as it came to a stop. Moments later, they were all engulfed by a bright orange light.
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Will Du as he saw a large chunk of the ceiling give way. The underground lab was becoming too hazardous for them to try going forward. He had no choice but to give the order to retreat. “Pull back!”
He began shoving the GJ troopers towards the stairs. As the last one made it to safety, he risked one last look across the ruined lab. He thought he'd seen a group of people on the far side when he entered. Now there was no movement, other than falling debris. He turned to follow the last of the troopers out. At the rate the place was coming apart, he figured it would take some heavy excavation just to find the bodies.
He ran out of the collapsing pink house just in time. The porch was following the rest down into the ever expanding hole as he leaped off it, and onto the relative safety of the front lawn. He did a quick head count of the troopers and was relieved none were lost in the collapsing lab. Looking past them, he saw his former boss examining the bodies of the men Bonnie Senior murdered. She was wearing her usual GJ jumpsuit but he was quick to notice her hair was wet.
As he made his way across the lawn, he mumbled to himself. “Great! She's gonna be in a mood if she got the alert while she was in the shower.”
He made his way towards the grisly scene on the sidewalk.
Betty Director stared at the bullet riddled bodies of officers Cotton and Hemp. She never cared much for the minor heroic organization known as the Fashion Police. Even so, they were like her own troopers in their own unique way. They didn't deserve such a fate for doing their part to make the world a better place.
She looked up at the sound of approaching steps. “Mr. Du? Any sign of her?”
Will shook his head. “None. It's likely she was still in there when the place caved in. I think I saw others too, before the ceiling came down.”
Betty sighed. “We have to be sure. I'll send in a recovery squad to excavate the lab.”
Will cleared his throat. “Ma'am we are still checking but, according to the troopers I left stationed outside, there's a chance that along with DNAmy there were two other villain groups that didn't come out. Nobody saw Dr. Drakken and his associate leave. And it seems the Possibles never came out either.”
Betty shook her head. Good or bad, she didn't see something like a collapsing laboratory killing Kim Possible. If anyone did manage to escape it would be her. “We'll find out Will. Now let's get your prisoners down to headquarters. Maybe they will tell us what actually happened in there.”
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Joss Possible zipped her backpack closed. She straightened and pulled back her waist length brown hair into a ponytail. She took one last look around her room. All the toys, dolls and pictures she accumulated over her fifteen years of life seemed to cry out for her to stay. She knew she couldn't though. Ever since she and her Pa had gotten the call from her uncle James, she'd known what she had to do.
She shrugged on her leather jacket over a light gray shirt. Stuffing her cell phone in the pocket of her jeans, she grabbed up her bag and headed downstairs. As she entered the living room, she heard her Pa talking on the phone with her aunt June. She put her pack down beside the door and began putting on her boots.
Slim Possible hung up the phone. He watched his tall slender daughter for a moment before he spoke. “You still sure you wanna be doing this youngin?”
Joss nodded. “Course I am Pa.”
Slim eased his tall lanky frame out of his favorite chair. “Well then we best be getting you on the road. Yer Aunt's expectin you.”
Together they left the house and made their way to the corral. Joss slung her backpack on and opened the gate. Inside were two silvery mechanical horses. There were no real animals on the ranch, just robotic ones her father built. She went to the smaller one and led it out the gate.
Slim started to close the gate then stopped. He nodded toward the larger horse. “Now you sure you don't wanna take Ol' Tornado?”
Joss smiled. “Now you know Pa that you is the only one that can ride that bronc. I'll be doin just fine with Spitfire here.”
She stroked the mane of the red eyed robotic equine. Her fingers found the buttons hidden there, and tapped a couple times. The horse began to shift and change. In moments it became a slightly odd looking motorcycle. She gave her Pa a kiss on the cheek. “Don't you be worrying none. I'll be coming back ta visit when I can.”
Slim watched as his only daughter mounted the machine and rode off into the night.
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Nana Possible considered turning off her hearing aid as she heard a knock on her door. It had to be a stranger. All her friends at the Chez Leisure retirement community would have just come right in. Instead, she answered it. She was only slightly surprised to see a young man who could only be a superhero. The blue outfit and hair, along with incredible amounts of muscle, gave it away.
Hego drew himself up into a position of attention. “Good evening Ma'am. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Nancy Possible?”
She smiled at his formality. “You do indeed sonny. If I'm not mistaken you would be Hego of Team GO?”
He gave her a nod. “Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you like this but I am here on important business.”
Nana gave him a quizzical look. “And what important business would that be?”
Hego cleared his throat. “Ma'am, If we could speak inside? I'm afraid it's not the kind of thing to be discussed in public.”
She sighed, wondering if it were the past or the present coming to haunt her. “Come in then.”
A few minutes later, Hego was sitting in her living room eating a very delicious lemon square. Between bites, he reached into his suit and withdrew a photo. “I need to ask to be sure. Is this you?”
Nana took the picture and looked at something she hadn't seen in decades. It was indeed her, as she looked back in the early 1970's. Her long dark hair flowed over a star spangled cape. Her hands were fisted at her hips. The bell bottom pants and tube top had, at that time, been the height of hero fashion. She remembered how proud she had been to wear that red, white and blue costume. She didn't say a word as she handed the picture back. That part of her life was long over. She'd given up the hero business after the fight that traumatized her son.
She couldn't look at the young man as she spoke. “That's not me anymore. Miss Freedom is only a memory now. I can guess this is about my daughter in law and granddaughter. I'll tell you right now, I don't know anything about where they are.
Hego shook his head. “No Ma'am. Not exactly that is. I'm sorry to inform you that according to the latest information anyone has, they may be dead.”
Her shoulders trembled as she heard this. It wasn't totally unexpected. She knew the risks and dangers all too well.
Hego reached out, and with surprising gentleness, took her hand. “It's not confirmed. However, that is not the reason I am here. I have been given the task of informing you, Miss Freedom, that your name has been drawn for a vacant Council seat.”
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Anne pointed a small flashlight into her daughter's eye. She watched as the green iris contracted into a very inhuman slit.
Kim turned her head away and squeezed her eyes closed. “That hurts!”
Turning off the light, Anne said. “Your eyes are hypersensitive to light. I wouldn't be surprised if you could see quite well in the dark.”
Kim looked over into the mirror her wife was holding. The changes that her body had been going through, since she had come out of DNAmy's machine, had apparently stopped. The tail was been the first to appear. After that had come the retractable claws in her fingertips and the small black horns poking out of her hair. Then her eyes changed. Except for that, she was in perfect health.
DNAmy frowned. “I don't understand how it happened. My Genetic Zipper was empty. There was no DNA source in the other chamber.”
Kim smiled reassuringly. “I believe you. I think I know what happened. The first time Bonnie shot at me, Barry was hit. His blood got all over me. I'm guessing that's where the DNA came from.”
Anne glanced over at the demonic looking man. She'd been so focused on her daughter, she hadn't noticed his injury. “I didn't know you were shot too.”
Barry held up his arm. There was no sign that a bullet had ever struck him. “It healed right up. That was almost as shocking as getting shot was.”
DNAmy smiled. “Of course it did, you silly. I gave you accelerated healing ability as part of the package.”
Kim laughed. She was relieved her hadn't been seriously injured in his attempt to protect her. “Well that explains that. I'm not sure I want to test to see if that got passed to me or not. I think I've had enough holes in my body lately.”
Shego looked over at Anne. She wasn't sure she liked how well Kim was taking her almost death. From the look in Anne's eyes, it seemed she was also worried. Once things settled down a bit she and Kim were gonna have to have a little talk.
Setting the mirror down, Shego said. “Alright Kimmie lets get you to bed. You need some rest.”
Kim nodded. “K, but first I want to check on Bonnie.”
Anne shook her head. “Shes still out. There's a lot of damage. I don't know if she'll make it through the night if we don't get her to a hospital.”
From across the room, Dr. Drakken said. “That would be a death sentence for her. I already told you that. I don't know why you insist on helping her! We could all be in serious trouble if anyone found out.”
Kim stood up and walked to the blue man. She grabbed him by the arm, and almost dragged him into the next room. He quailed at the look on her face as she led him over to the unconscious woman. “There she is. Kill her. Do it!”
Drakken looked down at the unconscious woman. He began trembling. Pulling himself out of Kim's grasp, he backed away. “I can't!”
Kim turned to him. The look on her face completely different than it had been a second ago. All he could see was compassion. “I know you can't. Just like the rest of us. Sure you've killed before, but never in person. It's a completely different thing, especially when it's on Council orders.”
By this time everyone else had entered the room. Kim looked across all their faces. “We are going to help her. Like I told Shego before, what she did tonight was not an act of the Bonnie I know. We need to find out why she did it. To do that, we have to keep her alive.”
Anne could tell there was no arguing with her daughter over this. “If we can't take her to a hospital, what do we do?”
Kim smiled. “We bring the hospital here.”
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There was a flash of orange light in the main warehouse of the Upperton Medical Supply Company. Anne, Shego, and DNAmy appeared out of thin air. Shego ran towards the doors. She had the easy part of the job. Keeping a lookout to make sure they were alone. Anne and Amy began pulling small boxes out of bags they carried. Each had tiny light, and switch on them. Since they both had medical backgrounds, they knew exactly what equipment and supplies they would need.
Crossing up and down the aisles, they started placing the small devices on things, as they read the labels. As soon as they flipped the switch on the devices, the item or box it was attached to disappeared as it sent a signal to Wade's teleporter. Shego made her way around the edges of the warehouse. She barely took notice of the flashes of orange light, as she kept her eyes open for trouble. Not twenty minutes later, she saw Anne waving to her. She rejoined them, and with another flash, they all disappeared.
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In the lair, Barry and Cee-Cee grabbed things as they appeared in the teleporter room. They carried it to one of the empty areas that was being converted to a makeshift hospital. Kim was unpacking the machines and supplies. Wade and Drakken were putting it all together, and testing to make sure everything worked. In less than a full hour since Kim had come up with the idea, her mother and Amy were treating Bonnie's injuries.
After Shego took Drakken and Cee-Cee to the teleporter to send them home, Kim asked Barry to join her in the cafeteria.
As they entered, Kim asked him. “Hungry?”
Barry laughed. “Starving actually.”
Kim smiled and motioned for him to sit. “I hope sandwiches are OK. I stink at making anything else.”
Barry just nodded as she entered the kitchen area. Soon they were both eating PB&J sandwiches.
Shego walked in and laughed. “I see Kimmie has been putting her culinary skills to work.”
She snagged a sandwich too.
Kim took a drink of milk and stuck her tongue out at her wife. Seeing this, Barry almost choked with laughter.
Kim smiled, as she turned to him. “Barry. I want to thank you for everything you did tonight. I don't just mean trying to save my life. You really helped us out.”
If a man with bright red skin could blush, he would have. “I was glad to help. Protecting and helping the big bosses is what a Henchman's job is.”
Shego nodded. “Yeah it is. I gotta say you are damn good at it too. How long have you been henching?”
Barry thought for a moment. “About 12 years now. Is there a reason you want to know?”
Kim was impressed at how quick Barry caught on. “Actually, yeah. How would you like to come work for us full time?”
Barry raised his already arched eyebrows. “As a Henchman or direct hire?”
Shego shook her head. “Neither. You see, the three of us are partners. What we need is a competent sidekick.”
Barry scratched the base of one of his horns. “I thought that young dude was your sidekick?”
Kim laughed. “No. Wade is... A technical adviser. He's not officially on the team. In fact he's not even a declared villain.”
Barry took another bite, as he pondered this turn of events. As a Henchman he had a good gig. These women however, were offering something he'd only dreamed of. As a sidekick, he would be a real member of the villain community. Something most minions aspired to. His thoughts turned to the people making the offer. In a very short time he'd seen they were more than just a group of ordinary villains. Two of the three were actually legends in the henching community.
Taking a drink to wash the peanut butter off his fangs, he said. “Ladies. I'd be honored.”
Kim beamed at him, and Shego stood. She gave him a good looking over. “Welcome aboard. Now, lets go pick you out an apartment and think about a uniform.”
Kim grinned as she stood. “I already have an idea about that...”
They both looked at her.
Kim washed down the last of her sandwich. “I'm thinking... Loincloth.”
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Bonnie lay sleeping peacefully. Her body was almost entirely covered in bandages. Across the room, Anne and Amy were removing their surgical scrubs.
Amy said. “Dr. Possible it's been a long time since I've done this kind of work. I just have to say it's been a pleasure working along side someone with your skills.”
Anne smiled. “That's high praise coming from you Dr. Hall. It's been a while since I did this kind of thing myself. Usually, I only work inside the head.”
Amy looked back over at Bonnie. “I think I may get the chance to see your skills as a neurosurgeon. Let me show you something.”
She walked over to the X-ray panel. “This is an exposure I took while you were prepping to work on her leg. See that right there?”
Anne peered at the film. She could see a large, dark mass in the woman's frontal lobe. It was too regular in shape to be anything but man made. “It appears to be about 1.2 cm and square. I don't see how it could be there naturally. I don't get it. There were no surgical scars on her head.”
She started going through drawers until she found a magnifying glass. Using it, she looked closer. “There it is. It was inserted through her nasal cavity.”
Anne thought about the whole situation. There was something in the woman's head that should not be there. According to Kim, she had been acting in a manner that was contrary to her usual behavior. Suddenly it came to her. She remembered a mission Kim had gone on years ago. Anne turned from the screen and went to the intercom. “Kim? Can you come here please?”
Moments later, Kim arrived. “Is something wrong Mom?”
Anne nodded. “Bonnie is stable for now, but there's something I want you to look at.”
She pointed out the X-ray.
Kim's eyes grew wide. “That looks a lot like one of those mind control chips.”
Anne nodded. “I had a feeling it was. I'll be honest with you Kim. I don't know if I can remove it without any side effects.”
Kim looked over at Bonnie. “Mom. It has to be removed. With it in there, she is a danger to herself and everyone else. And I remember the notes Dr. Bortel gave me on the original chip. It's not designed to be used internally. It could kill her.”
Anne sighed. “I'll have to wait a few days before I can try to remove it. She needs to recover for a while. Until then, I'm going to keep her sedated.”
Kim shook her head. “She needs to be restrained too. There's no telling what that thing could do.”
Anne turned to Amy. “Well do you care to stick around a few days and help me with the procedure?”
Amy grinned. “I'd love to!”
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Shego awoke in the early morning to the feeling something was wrong. She sat up, and found herself alone. Kim wasn't anywhere in the room. She jumped out of bed and began looking. Then she heard water running in the bathroom. Her impending panic subsided.
She went to the door and knocked. “Pumpkin? Is everything alright?”
She grew worried again, when there was no reply. She wasn't good at worry. She kicked the door down. Rushing in, she saw Kim curled up in the bottom of the shower, crying.
Shego flailed with the shower taps until the water stopped. Kim didn't seem to notice. In moments Shego was gathering her up in her arms.
A small sob escaped Kim as she felt her wife's embrace. “I was so scared!”
Shego clenched her eyes closed. She knew Kim was reliving the attack. “It's OK Princess.”
Kim looked up at her. “It's NOT! I couldn't stop it! I just stood there... I... I... Froze.”
Shego rocked the girl in her arms. “I understand. I've been there. What matters is that you are here... Now... Alive.”
Kim sniffed. “I felt myself die. In the machine. I don't want to die Shego!”
Shego squeezed her tighter. “Not gonna happen. Like I told that not so jolly green giant, Warmonga, destroying you is my job. Nobody else gets to!”
Kim had a moment of total incomprehension. Then she remembered Shego's statement to Warmonga, when the alien came to Earth the first time. “You still think that?”
Shego smiled. “Oh yeah Princess, I've just changed tactics.”
Kim just stared at the woman she loved in disbelief.
Shego picked Kim up and started carrying her out of the room. Her voice held pure menace, as she stated. “I've decided to destroy you in the most fitting manner. I plan to give you so many orgasms that, eventually, decades from now, you will die from pure pleasure!”
A weak laugh escaped Kim. She snuggled close to her wife. “I love you too.”
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