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 31: No Place Like Home.
Yori cradled her Master in her arms. She had been trying for minutes to awaken the redhead. The egg sized bump on Kim's head worried her. She didn't know if it was from the explosion or the fight preceding it. What she did know, was her Master needed immediate medical attention. She was torn between choices. More than anything, she wanted to kill the woman who assaulted her Master. It would be simple, since said woman was laying across the room, also unconscious. Yori made the other choice. Scooping her Master up off the floor, Yori ran for the door.
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In a flash of light, Wade's bedroom was suddenly less populated. He sat the crescent shaped Transportulator down and looked over at the two people remaining. “I need to go let my folks know I'm OK.”
Shego gave him a curt nod. “Yeah. Go ahead Nerdlinger. We'll keep an eye on stuff here.”
Wade left the room and Shego sat down in his chair. Her eyes ran over the myriad computer screens. The whole system looked haphazard. Years of dealing with Dr. D., and his overly complex equipment, gave her a sudden insight. Wade's bedroom was quite simply one large, homemade, super computer. It just happened to have a small lab and a bed tucked inside it. She glanced over at the morose looking woman standing beside her.
She could see Betty was still staring at the screen Wade pointed out earlier. “Look Bet's it's not your fault. Like Anne said, you didn't give away our location on purpose.”
Betty watched the wavering image. “I know Shego. Still, I'm worried.”
Shego sighed. “Kim will be fine. She'll pop in here any minute, or as Barry said, we'll hear about her being arrested. Either way, we will get her back.”
Turning away from the screen, Betty shook her head. “I know. That isn't what worries me though. Kim wanted me to stay in charge of Global Justice.” She waved her hand at the monitor. “She said she had a plan that needed me there. This could really throw a wrench in the works.”
Shego's eyebrows lifted. “She did huh?”
Betty nodded. “Yes. I don't know what the plan is though.”
Shego gave it some thought. “I don't know either. She said she had a plan for Yori too. Seems to me our girl is playing it close to the chest.” A wicked smile crossed her lips. “When we get her back, we'll just have to ask. If that doesn't work, I'll pry it out of her.”
Betty gave Shego a quizzical look. “And how do you plan to do that? You know how stubborn she can be if...” Her eye widened. She'd heard rumors about Shego's methods of gaining information when she worked for Dr. Drakken. It was hard to believe Shego would do something like that to her own wife. But one never knew... “You don't mean to torture it out of her do you?”
Shego grinned at the horrified look on Betty's face. She knew the woman was thinking of her well deserved reputation in that area. “No. Something much worse.” Her grin widened. “You see... I know all her ticklish spots.”
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Twill and Dementor entered the darkened corridor on the lowest level of the lair. Unlike the other levels, there was some light. In one direction, they saw a flash of orange light. In the other, they could see a faint, sickly yellowish, glow. A quick consultation had them splitting up. Twill headed for the doorway the flash came from. Inside the room was the first working equipment he'd seen since entering the lair.
The purpose and function of the equipment was beyond him. The most complex villainous devices he was used to dealing with were sewing machines. Before joining the Council he'd had little to do with real villains. Things had begun to change for the Fashion Police lately. The deaths of Officers Cotton and Hemp spurred them into rethinking their tactics and goals. Tweed, his partner, was even now on a recruitment drive. It had been decided to create a special Designer Division. It would be filled with officers that not only knew fashion, but also could handle themselves in a fight. These officers would go after the more dangerous violators of good fashion sense.
The world was filled with more badly costumed villains than any time in the past. Not to mention a few heroes too. That was the reason he'd volunteered for this assignment. The rest of the Council wanted Hego to go, but he argued them down. They acquiesced only when he pointed out Dementor was more than well enough equipped to handle the job. It was Council policy to send both a hero and a villain on such tasks. That way nobody could have cause to believe any favoritism came into play.
He felt it was in the best interests of the Fashion Police to find out more about supervillains. Having seen the Possible's website, he knew more information was in order. This was an opportunity for him to find out why the Possibles would wear such costumes. Debate was still raging at FP headquarters whether they were, or weren't, in good taste. Some claimed they were simply slutty. Others said that, while immodest, they gave just the right impression. He was still on the fence.
He turned away from the machine. Whatever caused the flash was not immediately apparent. Leaving the room, he went in search of Dementor. He found him in the lair's control room.
He glanced down at the unconscious elderly woman. Most of her armor had been removed. Dementor was doing a fair job of binding her wounds. From the looks of her injuries, it was obvious her armor had not done its job. He picked up one of the discarded armor plates. There was no decoration. As a whole, it was lacking in both style and functional protection. With the trouble she was already in, he decided not to bother writing her a citation.
He asked. “How is she?”
Dementor shrugged. He considered patching her up to be a waste of effort. If the Council vote went in the way he favored, it was unnecessary. Until her replacement was appointed, the vote was tied. “She vill be living... FOR NOW!”
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The young woman studied herself in the mirror. She was the first member of the FPDD. As such it fell to her to pick out the newly formed organization's uniform. The regular Fashion Police wore impeccably tailored suits. That was fine for the task of ticketing regular people for fashion infractions. Her job, as it had been explained to her, would be much more demanding. Going after sometimes super powered fashion Don'ts was not something to be done in street clothes.
It was a far cry from how she envisioned her life going. But pressure, the kind she was used to dealing with on a regular basis, from friends and family made her accept the invitation to join the elite group. At least it wasn't some boring nine to five job, like she'd been expected to take. And who knew? Maybe in her off time, she could enjoy just being herself.
The basic black bodysuit gave her freedom of motion and showed off her figure. With the low heeled boots and Bolero cut jacket it was both stylish and functional. She picked up the weapon she'd been learning how to use and attached it to the bodysuit's unobtrusive utility belt. It's nine foot length hung in a neat coil. Officer Tweed, the man who'd recruited her, called it a Ribbon Whip. It could be used to ensnare a violator, or by pressing a button on the handle, it could send out a taser like stun from the tip.
She hesitated as she reached for the last item that made up the uniform. Once she pinned on the shiny silver badge, her life would be changed forever. Removing the badge from its case, she affixed it to her jacket. She ran her hands through her long wavy hair and nodded in satisfaction. She turned away from the mirror. A smile graced her lips as she left her apartment. The world was about to get its first taste of Officer Lace of the Fashion Police, Designer Division.
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Kim woke and opened her eyes slowly. The brightness in the room sent a pounding pain through her head. It felt as if the Flippies had learned a new dance step and were using the inside of her skull as a stage. She groaned in pain as she turned her head to the right. Silently, she vowed to break all the Flippies legs at the very first opportunity. She found herself in an unfamiliar room. The first thing she noticed was, it was a bedroom and not the morgue. So, apparently she wasn't dead.
The second thing she noticed was, it also wasn't a prison cell. This meant, along with being alive, she'd somehow managed to escape her attacker. She closed her eyes and tried to think. Memory of the fight came back to her. The taunts. Her enemy’s furious leap. The armored fist hitting her head. Everything after that was a muddled blur. Her voice sounded harsh and loud as she mumbled a question to herself. “Why can't I remember?”
A soothing and familiar voice answered her. “After a bump to the noggin like that, it's not surprising you have a bit of short term memory loss.”
Kim grit her teeth against the pain and turned her head to the left. There, standing in the room's doorway, was a truly beautiful sight. Her mother, holding a couple pills and a glass of water.
Anne stepped to the side of the bed. She held out the hand containing the pills. “Something for the pain?”
Kim willfully resisted the urge to nod. “Please and thank you.”
Anne handed her daughter the pills and helped her into a sitting position. She could see the knot was smaller than it was when she'd first examined her daughter's head.
Swallowing the pills and water wasn't as painful as Kim expected it to be. She started to lay back, but her mother was already moving the pillows to keep her propped upright.
Anne shook her head. “You need to try to stay awake for a while. I don't think you have a concussion, but better safe than sorry.”
Kim sighed. “K, we're at dad's?”
Anne nodded. “Yeah we are. Everyone's here except for Betty and Steve. Wade has them over at his home. I'm not sure why. Shego knows more about it.”
Kim nodded before she could stop herself. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. “Next question. How did I get here? I simply can't remember anything of what happened clearly after that armored bitch hit me.”
Anne looked puzzled. “Armored? One of the troopers?”
Kim shook her head. “No. It was a hero. At least that's what she said when I confronted her.”
Anne glanced at Kim's head. The bump was almost gone. “I thought Nana was the only hero involved?”
It was Kim's turn to be puzzled. “Back up a second. How do you know? You guys didn't come back to rescue me did you?”
Anne frowned. “No. We couldn't go back. Your brothers caught some of GJ's transmissions. They said Miss Freedom and GJ Commander Viceroy were the ones who attacked us.”
Kim's eyes widened. “You don't think...” She let out a short laugh. “No wonder she got pissed so easy!”
Anne wasn't sure what was going on. “You're loosing me here Kimmie.”
Shego's voice came from the doorway. “What Princess is trying to say is, the armored bitch she was fighting was her dear old granny.”
Kim beamed a smile at Shego. “I guess I am. I didn't know it was her though. I had no idea she even used any kind of powered armor.”
Shego nodded. “I just got word from Wade. She's in worse shape than you. She's also in a heap of trouble.”
Kim's brows knotted. “So I take it I won the fight? I wish I could remember!”
Shego grabbed something on the other side of the door. “Yeah well. I gotta a little something here that might help jog your memory.”
Kim watched as her wife pulled a handcuffed person into the room. The sight of the Japanese girl did indeed jog her memory. “Yori! I remember! The missile... The tank... It was you that yelled... You called me...”
Before Shego could stop her, Yori dropped to her knees. Her head bowed submissively. “...Master.”
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Betty and Steve stared over Wade's shoulders at the computer screen. Wade finished typing and hit the enter key. “And just like that!”
Betty rubbed her eye in disbelief. “It could work.” She turned to Steve. “Don't you think?”
Steve grinned. “I think it's the most underhanded piece of deception I've ever seen. That's saying a lot, since I used to be a High School teacher. I'm sure it will work.”
Wade laughed. “Then it's up to you to start the ball rolling, while Betty and I set up the rest.”
Standing up straight, Steve's grin got wider. “Ah. Mixing business with pleasure. It look's like I'm keeping my date with Candy tonight after all.”
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The twin boys stared at the monitor screen. They had the whole house covered with hidden cameras. All the feeds came to this spare bedroom they converted to a laboratory. They watched the video feed from the bedroom their sister was recovering in. Headphones allowed them to listen to everything being said.
“Mom and Shego don't seem very convinced.”
“Yeah. But Kim is. I guess it's that 'dark power' thing.”
“I wonder if she'd let us test it? Maybe there is a way to replicate it.”
“Wouldn't that be so cool!? We'd be able know stuff people were gonna do like sis does!”
“Look. Shego's taking off the cuffs. I guess she's convinced too.”
“What does mom mean by two pets?”
“No idea.”
“Awww. Shego's leaving with the ninja girl. I wonder what she means by proper attire?”
“Who knows. Dang! I was hoping we'd get to see her and Kim... You know... Doing it.”
“Me too! Oh well.”
“Kim doesn't look hurt at all now.”
“Maybe we should try to find out where that DNAmy is.”
“Hey! Mom's right, dad will be home soon.”
“It's about that time. I guess we'll have to wait until tonight to see if... OH MY GOD!”
“WOW! They are...”
“They really are!”
“Tell me you're recording!”
“I am! I AM!”
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In the master bedroom she shared with James. Vivian, Shego and Barry stood, surrounding the shackled young Japanese girl.
Vivian gave a small nod. “I have just the thing for her to wear.”
Shego grunted. “Good. I'll leave her in you two's capable hands then. I need to go check on Cupcake.”
As Shego left the room, Vivian turned and began going through the clothes hanging in the closet. After some digging, she pulled out something black and laid it on the bed. When she straightened back up, he head cocked to the side.
Seeing her odd action, Barry asked. “Something wrong?”
Vivian shook her head. “I'm not sure. It just seems a bit quiet, that's all.” She looked up at the demonic sidekick. “Maybe I better go check. Can you handle things here?”
Barry looked at the young ninja. “No Problem.”
With a smile, the blonde scientist turned and left the room.
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Dr. James Possible pulled his sedan into the driveway. He was glad to be home. Vivian called him earlier to tell him Anne and Kim had come home. He strode to the front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Eagerness to see his ex-wife and daughter tinged his voice, as he called out. “I'm home!”
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Candida Du hung up her cell phone. She smiled at the thought of the romantic dinner Steve had just proposed. The smile faded slightly as she saw the long line of cargo trucks heading in her direction. It disappeared completely when she noticed agent Tatt approaching from the other direction. Unless there was a small miracle, she might have to call off the date. Her day had gotten longer when the Council members left with their prisoner.
Just before they left, Officer Twill gave her a set of very specific orders. The Council did not want a repeat of the previous night's fiasco. The Possible's lair was to become the newest Global Justice annex. Every single bit of confiscated villainous technology was to be transferred to the new annex. Absolutely nothing could be removed without authorization from three Council members and the head of GJ. There would be no exceptions. To enforce this, a new security post was to be built right on top of it. It was to have every security measure known. That included a full garrison of troopers guarding it night and day. They wanted it all done as fast as humanly possible.
Tatt stopped by her side. “Commander, we've found the main entrance. It's under that shack.”
Candida nodded. “Very good. I want you to get your troopers unloading and storing things immediately.”
He looked over at the ramp being exposed, as troopers raised the building by brute force. “What are we to do with the contents left by the Possibles?”
She gave him a stern look. “Crate it all up and leave it there.”
Tatt gave her a pensive look. “What about the security building?”
She looked up at the building that was the headquarters of Team Stoppable. An idea blossomed in her mind. “Find out who did the construction and outfitting for Stoppable's HQ. I don't care what it costs. Get them to build it and setup the new security system.”
As she watched him race over to the incoming trucks, she smiled. Maybe she'd be able to make her date after all.
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Anne watched Shego pull Yori out of the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed. “You're absolutely sure about her?”
Kim nodded. “Just as sure as I am about Betty, Steve, and Barry.”
She chuckled as she reached out to examine her daughter's head. “That's good enough for me then.” She pulled Kim's hair aside, but couldn't see any sign of the injury. “How does it feel now?”
Kim smiled. “Headache's gone. I feel great.”
Anne shook her head. “I guess you got more than a little of the regeneration DNAmy gave Barry. Hell of a way to find out though.”
Kim smirked. “Yeah it kinda sucked.”
Anne ran her fingers through Kim's hair. “Well if you are feeling well enough, we should get cleaned up and dress for dinner. Your dad should be home anytime.”
Kim reached up and clasped her mothers hand.
Anne smiled at her lover's touch. “Do you think we should tell him everything right away or wait?”
Kim pulled her second wife closer. “Let's take it as we go for now.”
Anne smiled as their lips met. Her tongue traced along Kim's bottom lip. She let herself fall into the passion.
A couple minutes later, the sound of footsteps and an astonished gasp, caused them to break the kiss. Both women looked to the doorway.
James Possible crossed his arms over his chest, and asked. “Is there something you two want to tell me?”
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