Maternal Instinct

Chapter Four

"Here Comes Trouble…"


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TITLE: "Here Comes Trouble…"

AUTHOR: Blackbird

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Kim Possible. That is by Disney and her creators.

I do not own Kim Possible. She is owned by Disney and Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Any original characters shown or mentioned belong to me and can not be used without permission. Got it?

SUMMARY: After Dr. Drakken's latest plan fails, Shego finds herself with much more than she ever bargined for.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Slash

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

Words: 11429

The Los Demonios Sports Museum is usually a very active place. People come from miles around to gaze the many exhibits of famous sports equipment, photos of history making plays and life like mannequins of Hall of Famers. Normally fathers take their sons to share in a bonding experience over all the great sports moments which play on TVs placed throughout the building. There are even occasions when said Hall of Famers drop by for autograph sessions and chat with the fans.

Of course, all of this takes place in the day while the museum is open. Late at night the halls are devoid of any people save for the lowly night guards who roam the darkened halls looking for any signs of trouble. Tonight, they were unfortunate enough to find some. At first they simply thought one of the displays from the golf section had been knocked over, but they were quickly proven wrong when it dispelled a gas that knocked them out cold. Now, a lone figure made its way around the glass cases in said golfing section, looking for one display in particular. When he found object of his quest he paused and a smile spread across his red bearded face in evil glee.

“Aahh, here we are,” the figure said in a thick, Scottish accent. “The golf clubs of ol’ Rannulph Junuh, one of the best golfers of his time. Looks like you don’t got an angel looking after your clubs no do ya laddie?”

“Well I wouldn’t say that exactly,” a new voice spoke from the darkness.

The intruder whirled around, the golf bag slung of his shoulder clanging noisily as he did so. He squinted his eyes into the darkened hallway to try and get a look at whomever it was that just spoke.

“Alright, come out whoever you are!” he demanded.

“Who me?” the voice spoke again.

This time the speaker stepped out into the pale moonlight provided by the skylight above them to reveal himself fully. He was a boy about eighteen or so dressed in a simple red T-shirt and faded loose fit jeans with a brown, suede jacket over the shirt. His brown eyes sparkled with confidence and a bit of mischief as he looked back at the Scottish man.

“Guess I should introduce myself, huh? My name’s Dave and you’re Duff Killigan, right?”

“Aye,” the villain responded. “And just what are you doing here, ‘Dave’?”

“Well at the moment I’m talking to you and hoping to convince you to just give up whatever it is you’re here to do and just walk away. Otherwise things are gonna have to get ugly.”

“Really? And are you planning on taking me on all by yourself?”

“Me? No, I don’t do a lot of the fighting. Only a couple of punches here and there. She on the other hand…”

At the mention of a “she” Killigan’s body tensed. The only “she” do gooder he knew about that would be willing to fight him was Kim Possible. But he had been so careful in being quiet and unseen. There wasn’t even anyone with a computer around to send a message to her website. So how could she have known?

Something else was off too. That boy he that came up to him wasn’t Possible’s usual sidekick, was it? He did have blonde hair, but it seemed a little darker than he remembered. Plus he was sure the buffoon’s name wasn’t Dave. It was…something. Started with an “R” he was sure of that.

Any further thoughts he had on the subject where lost when a sharp kick to his side sent him hurtling towards the floor. He groaned as he slid over the well waxed tile and once he came to a stop, picked himself up and shook his head clear.

“Alrighty now you ask for it lass! I’m gonna-” he paused when he saw the girl standing over him.

Indeed it was not. Though the girl standing there looked to be about Kim’s age she had dark, almost black looking hair instead of Kim’s bright red. She also seemed to be a little more conservative with her attire as the navel blue top met with her matching khaki pants covering the midriff that Possible usually left bare. About the only things this girl had in come with Possible where the multi pouched belt she wore around her waist and the arrogant smirk on her face as a grabbling line retracted back into a device on her right forearm.

“You’re na Kim Possible,” Killigan muttered. “Who are you?”

“Jen Credible, the girl that’s about to kick your skirt wearing butt,” the girl replied.

“First of all it’s nodda skirt it’s a kilt! Secondly, really what is this? Are you tryin’ ta be some Possible imitator or something?”

Jen balked at the comment and made a series of strangled gurgling sounds as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

“No!” she spat out venomously. “This is why I hate out-of-towners! Look, I know Kim set the standard and maybe she did inspire me, but she’s not the only girl out there that can help people!”

“Uh Jen, you really think now is a good time to do this?” Dave asked cautiously.

“He started it!” she replied, pointing to the now standing Killigan.

“Yeah he shouldn’t have done that I know but uh…” the dusty blond said, trying to draw his friend’s attention to the matter at hand.

“No, no! Just once I would like to get recognized for my own merits instead of always being compared to Kim Possible.”

“Jen seriously.”


His response was simply to point at the floor. When she followed his finger she saw a golf ball laying at their feet. While this itself wouldn’t have been too odd given their surroundings, the fact that it stated glowing did pique her interest. It was then that she remembered exactly what Killigan’s villain shtick was.

“Oh crap,” she muttered. “Jump!”

They did just that, each jumping in an opposite to avoid the well sized explosion. Dave was fortunate enough to land behind one of the display cases to use as cover, but Jen’s lucky wasn’t as good. She landed out in the open with only the Legends of Golf dummies to keep her safe. They proved their effectiveness when another golf ball turned them all into sawdust. Jen quickly found herself jumping, dodging, and flipping to avoid from joining the unfortunate displays. She was actually finding herself thankful that she had experience with attacks like this. Still…she couldn’t keep up this pace forever.

“Dave? Little help here!” she called out as she rolled along the floor to avoid another explosion.

“Yeah sure just…give me a second here,” he muttered as he searched for something that might help.

Not surprisingly all he could find around him was golfing equipment. With a shrug he reached over and grabbed one of the clubs out of a dummy’s hand.

“Jen, catch!” he shouted before he threw the piece of equipment.

She looked up in time to see the club flying towards her and catch it with her right hand. She blinked in confusion then cast him an odd look to which he merely shrugged back. Sighing, she held the club the handle and waited for the next attack. It didn’t last long as a golf ball bounced to a stop next to her feet within seconds. She reared the club back and swung as hard as she could; hitting the small white orb and sending it flying back to its master. It exploded in midair and sent the demented Scotsman crashing to the ground. After he picked himself he gave her an impressed look.

“Tha’s not bad lassie. You evah consider going pro?” he asked.

“Sorry golf’s not really my thing. Besides, when I spend most of my time fighting wackos like you who has time to learn a sport?” she quipped.

“Too bad. I woulda invited ya to play on my private course. Once I tore down a few buildings first to make it of course. But if you don’t wanna…”

He dropped another ball onto the floor and reared back to take a swing. When he tried to bring the club back down, however, he felt it stop with a slight jerk. He looked over his shoulder and found Dave standing there holding the other end. The boy smirked at him as Killigan tried to pull the club out of his hands. He growled when he found the job harder than he thought and placed both hands on his end and was about to pull at it with all his might when his legs suddenly gave out. As he crashed to the ground he caught a brief glimpse of Jen behind him in a baseball slide pose. She jumped up as he hit the ground and pulled out a small silver ball from her pouch on her belt. She causally dropped it and the instant it hit his chest it quickly unraveled into a metal rope that snaked around his body to tie up his arms and legs. He groaned as he flopped around like a fish out of water to free himself.

“Aw, I saw up his man dress,” Dave muttered and turned his head away.

“It’s a kilt!” Killigan shouted.

“It’s disturbing!” the blonde returned then looked to his partner. “You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

“Well I was a little preoccupied avoiding all the exploding golf balls!” Jen snapped.

“Could have done it when we first got here and saved yourself the trouble.”

“Yeah…well…I got a bit distracted.”

“Cause he mentioned the…unmentionable name.”

“I didn’t say people couldn’t mention her just that I would like to stop being compared to her. Just cause we’re both teen girls that save people mean we’re exactly the same. She does her thing and I do my thing. Just would be nice if people would recognize my thing a little more is all.”

“Face it we work better in the low end of the saving people spectrum. All that glitz and publicity…well it’s not for us.”

Jen crossed her arms and gave him a sour look.

“If you’re joking then that’s just cruel but if you’re being sarcastic that’s even worse,” she snipped.

“I’m just saying-”

His sentence went unfinished when he suddenly grabbed is head as if in pain. While the outside world only saw him holding the bridge of his nose and jerking about slightly, inside his mind a collage of pictures flashed by a blinding pace. He saw a run down warehouse in another city, a pale skinned woman with a small bulge in her stomach strapped down to a table and screaming while a younger red haired girl fought for life against grayish creatures. The very last image was of a demonic, yellow fact with blazing red serpentine eyes grinning evilly.

He let out a gasp when the vision finally past and took a few steady breaths as he rubbed his still throbbing head. When he finally forced his eyes open he saw Jen looking at him with a worried and expectant look.

“So? What did you see?” she asked.

He swallowed before speaking.

“You know that day you always knew would come?” he asked back.

“Yeah,” she answered vaguely. “Wait, do you mean…?”

“Yeah. Kim Possible’s gonna need our help.”


“No. Kasy?”

“Try again. What about Samantha?”

“No. Brenda?”

“Nah. I still like Sheki.”

“We’ll keep that one in the ‘maybe’ pile. How about Cassie?”

“How about we go back to the book instead of just randomly thinking up names?” Shego suggested as she opened Big Book of Baby Names. “Fine, ‘B’ will start with that. How about Bon-”

“Don’t even think about finishing that name,” Kim snarled, venomously which surprised Shego. She then sighed when she realized what she was doing. “Sorry it’s just…”

“That bitchy girl from school?” the older woman ventured.

“That bitchy girl from school,” Kim confirmed.

“Then we’ll definitely not be going with that name. Still I’m sure there’s something in here we can agree on.”

The teen hero nodded as she grabbed the other end of the book and started scanning through the list of names. Since Shego was entering the fourth month of her pregnancy, she figured it was best that they started to think of names for their little girl. Shego has been reluctant at first, saying it was too early to thinking about stuff like that, but after a bit of prodding she relented. Unfortunately, that had been the last thing she agreed to. Like most of their conversations, it started out well enough but quickly turned into a round of name calling and hair pulling. Luckily enough, they had both mellowed out sense the first naming session, but they were still couldn’t find one they agreed on. Kim had suggested a way to combine their names to represent both parents while Shego really wanted something new. Kim’s mother suggested using the baby name book but that only seemed to lead to more arguing. They had been through it at least twice already and still hadn’t found one they both liked yet and it seemed the third time definitely wouldn’t be the charm. Kim sighed as another page was turned.

“Look, why don’t we go back to trying to find good combinations of our names?” she asked.

“Sheki still sounds good to me,” Shego replied offhandedly.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad name it just…doesn’t feel right. There has to be some combination that sounds good to both of us. What about…Kigo?”

Shego snickered. “Or we could go with the really obvious one Kimgo.”

“You don’t have to be snotty about it,” Kim replied irritably as she folded her arms over her chest. “And I’d like to see you come up with one better.”

“Alright how about…” she closed her eyes for a moment. “Shem?”

“Shem? Well…it might work. What if we change the ‘E’ to an ‘I’?”

“Shim? You really want to call her Shim?”

“Just toying around with it. What if we drop part of the ‘M’?”

Shego gave her a funny look to which Kim sighed.

“Make it an ‘N’. Shin. That has a nice ring to it. And I think it means new,” the red head replied and then started flipping through the name book only to come up empty. “Well I swear I heard that’s what it meant somewhere. Either way I like it? What do you think?”

“Shin, eh? Well…it does sound kinda good. And if she anyone makes fun of her that’s exactly where she can kick them.”

Kim chuckled at that. “Still I think it has a nice ring to it. Shin Possible.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! When did we decide to give her your last name?”

“Well we can’t really call her Shin Go now, can we?” She paused to think about that for a moment. “That’s not your real last name is it? I mean, I know you and your brothers all had a ‘Go’ suffix but…those are just the super hero names, right?”

Shego’s eyes darted around nervously as she tried to think of a way out of the situation. Of course her name wasn’t really “Shego” but if she told the younger woman her real name not only would there be the constant fear of her laughing at it, but then she might have to talk about the rest of her family and that was something she never liked doing.

“Come to think of it, you really haven’t told me anything about your family since you’ve been here,” Kim spoke up.

Dammit! What is she physic too! Shego cursed inwardly. Out loud she said, “Look, I told you my home life is really not something I like talking about. Maybe, maybe, one day I’ll tell you but for now…I gotta have some secrets right?”

Kim gave her a cross look, but decided not to press the issue right now. She would learn all of the pale woman’s secrets in time though, this she promised herself.

“Alright fine, but if we’re going to play that game then we are going to use my last name,” she insisted.

“Fine,” Shego sighed then ran the name over in her head a few times. “Actually Shin Possible does sound pretty good.”

“So…are you admitting that I’m right?”

“Just this once. Don’t let it go to your head.”

The teen hero faked innocence with a “What me?” expression that was quickly lost to a triumphant smirk. Shego rolled her eyes as she set aside the naming book and looked down at the bump in her stomach which now had a name. Shin Possible. She was actually giving birth to a Possible.

And here I thought this situation couldn’t get any weirder, she mused. Just hope she hassomeof my features so it’ll be obvious she’s my baby too. Don’t think it’s too much to ask to have some say in all this, right? Wait. Who am I talking to?

“Are you alright?” Kim asked, suddenly concerned by the confused look on Shego’s face.

“Yeah I’m fine just…rambling a bit in my head,” the green tinted woman replied.

“You don’t seem like the rambling kind.”

“I also don’t seem like the kind to give birth to a Possible baby but here we are.”

“Point. Still you seem kind of out of it.”

Shego sighed and leaned back into the couch. “I guess this whole thing is really starting to sink in.”

“I know what you mean,” Kim agreed, leaning against the couch as well. “The birth date’s getting closer all the time and giving her a name just kind of…”

“Makes things real?”



They then sat in silence as they each came to terms with the fact that they would very shortly be co-mothers. Even though they had been talking and planning since Shego first came to Kim all those weeks ago, they fact that they finally had a name did seem to make it all that more real. Kim still had no idea how she was going to handle being a mother right before graduating from high school and what, if anything, to do about college. Nor did she know what she was going to do to pay for things on her end. She had never really thought about getting an actual job before, and the more she thought about it now the more she realized it wasn’t for her. She just couldn’t see herself being a 9 to 5 person, it was just too…normal. Her only real skill was saving the world and she couldn’t very well charge for that, could she?

No, it’s just not right,she told herself. Maybe I should look into getting a position at Global Justice. That way I could save the world and not have to ask the people I’m saving for money. That’s…slightly better. Still feels off though.

While Kim with her finical situation, Shego was trying figure out her living arrangements. She had decided awhile ago to let Kim help with raising the baby, but she wasn’t sure how exactly that would work. She knew she wasn’t going to stay in the Possible household after giving birth that had been agreed upon from the start. She just didn’t know where she wanted to live that was close enough for Kim to stop by or vice versa. The pickings in Middleton were surprisingly slim. Not that any of the houses and apartments being offered were out of her price range, they just didn’t seem to fit her.

Then again she never would have thought being a mother fit her either. In fact she still wasn’t quite use to the idea but it was slowly growing on her. About as much as her belly did each month. The thing that really scared her though, was turning into a “soccer mom”. Obviously she would never a typical one, as nothing about this situation was typical, but falling into that kind of humdrum, boring suburban housewife routine really made her nervous. She didn’t want that kind of life. She couldn’t stand having that kind of life! She needed adventure, excitement, the feel of adrenalin rushing through her veins!

But most of all, she really wanted to hit the girl sitting beside her. But not in a bad way. More of…sparing match than anything else. She just wanted to feel the excitement of fighting Kim Possible again. For her, that had always been the best part of going along with Drakken’s stupid schemes; the chance to fight the cheerleader again and feel thrill of going head-to-head with someone who was her equal. Course she would never admit that to Kim no matter how friendly they were these days.

That was another thing that worried her. Even if she were able to get Kim to fight her again, would there be the same sense of urgency? Could a friendly sparing session match the feel of a life and death struggle? Would Kim hold back now that Shego was the mother to her child? Most importantly, what exactly was Shego going to do if Kim didn’t want to fight her at all?

The answers to these questions would have to wait as Shego was brought back to reality by a high pitched beeping coming from her right wrist. She held up the offending arm and turned off the alarm on her watch with a sigh.

“What’s that?” Kim asked, glancing at the watch.

“Just a reminder that I have to go meet with Dr. Anderson today,” Shego told her plainly.


She checked her watch again. “About thirty minutes.”

“Oh man!” Kim groaned as she smacked herself on the forehead. “I can’t believe I totally flaked on that!”

“What?” the other woman asked with a confused look.

“I promised Ron and Monique I’d meet them today at Bueno Nacho to go over some things for a science project today.”

“In thirty minutes.”

“Yeah,” Kim sighed. “Sorry.”

“It’s OK. I told you I don’t need you to treat me like glass. I can still take out of myself if I have to.”

“I know, I know. I just…feel like I should be a more of these meetings. But with school and cheerleading and getting called way on missions…”

“It’s fine,” Shego said with a wave as she pulled herself off the couch. “You’ll make the next one. It’s not like you can really do anything other than just stand there looking pretty anyway.”

Kim shot her an odd look at the phrase but shook it off and stood up as well.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital,” she offered.

“Won’t that make you late for your little club house meeting?” Shego replied with a hint of trademark sarcasm.

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Ron will probably just use the time to order an extra naco or something.”

The older woman simply nodded before she left for her room to get a few things she needed. When she came back she found Kim holding the front door open for her with one hand outstretched to usher her through. Despite herself, Shego grinned at the gesture and after giving a mock bow, stepped through the doorway and out onto the driveway, Kim following close behind. When they reached the car, Kim again held the door open for her and helped her ease into the seat. Shego stared at the red head as she walked around the car, the grin still plastered on her face.

Maybe this isn’t such a bad set up after all, she mused as Kim sat down next to her and the car slowly began to pull out of the driveway.

Kim stared blankly at the paper in front of her. She knew she should be listening to what Monique was telling her about the project, but her mind kept slipping back to more important matters. Namely, where she was going to put her daughter once she was born. She had been so busy arguing with Shego over a name that it never occurred to her that there wasn’t an extra room for the baby. At least not at the moment. Shego did say she wanted to move out after she gave birth, so maybe she could talk to her parents about converting the guest room into a baby room. But that only worked if Shego moved out right which probably wasn’t a good idea. So that left her with the original problem of where to put her. She could get a carriage and put it in her room for awhile. That…might not be so bad. Of course she would have to deal with the midnight feedings, the diaper changing, burping and…and…

“Kim? KP? Hello? You in there?” Ron asked, waving his hand in front of her face.

Kim blinked at the motion then shook her head to snap her out of her thoughts. When she finally did focus on her surroundings she found Ron, Monique and Rufus all staring at her expectantly.

“Sorry,” she apologized, feeling a little embarrassed. “I guess I just spaced out there for a minute.”

“Deep space from the look of it. You sure you’re OK?” Ron asked, leaning over the table to get a better look at her face.

“I’m fine,” she assured him as she pushed him back. “I just…have a lot on my mind is all.”

“Baby issues?” Monique guessed.

“Yeah. We finally settled on a name for her.”

Monique’s brown eyes lit up at that fact. She pushed all the school work aside and stared intently at her friend across the table.

“Alright, school work’s over. Give me details girl!” she beamed.

“There’s really not much to tell,” Kim started, still feeling slightly nervous about the whole thing. “We went through a list of names, a longlist, before we finally decided on a variation of our names mixed together.”

“Uh huh. So what did you finally decide on?”


“Shin?” Ron asked, as he quirked an eyebrow at the strange name.

“Yeah Shin. Something wrong with that?” Kim asked back, a dangerous tone to her voice.

“I dunno just kinda…weird, don’t you think?”

“Weird?” she repeated with more of a growl.

“I think we means unique,” Monique spoke up, hoping to head off a meltdown. “But in a good way. It makes a statement.”

“Yeah a weird statement. Like the kind that gets kids picked on. I bet Shego came up with that name. She seems like the kind that would come up with a really weird name like that. I mean she calls herself ‘Shego’, so what do you expect?”

“I’ll have you know Ron that I came up with that name,” Kim stated, giving the boy a death glare that would make the devil himself cringe.

So was the case with the often weak willed Ron Stoppable. He tapped the ends of his fingers together nervously as sweat began to pour down his face all while his eyes darted from left to right, looking anywhere but in the hate filled gaze in front of him.

“Yes…well…what I meant to say was that it was a great name. Perfectly normal in every way. Nothing wrong with that. Nope that all. Shin, gotta love that named,” he back pedaled hastily.

“So Ron how’s the Naco/foot combo working out for you?” Monique giggled.

“Well how was I suppose to know!” Ron protested.

“You could have been a little more sensitive about it,” Kim countered.

“Well…I just…I mean…it’s…it’s Shego! You know, foul tempered, glowing hands of doom, tried to kill us many times over Shego! Am I the only one who worries about that!”

“Hate to say it girl, but he does have a point,” Monique said.

Kim faltered for a moment before she let out a sigh and looked between her two friends.

“Look, I know what she’s done in the past, believe me I know,” she muttered remembering some of the particularly brutal fights she had with the pale skinned woman, “but you haven’t been with through this whole pregnancy. It’s really changed her and I truly believe that she’ll stay the same once Shin is born.”

“By ‘the same’ do you mean the same as now or before when she tried to kill you?” Ron asked.

“The same as now. She wants to keep and raise this child, I can feel it.”

“Are you sure she’s not just pulling some weird mind game on you? I mean you have been spending a lot of with her recently…”

“Is that what this is all about!” Kim said in astonishment, staring at her one time boyfriend. “Are you jealous of her?”

“I am NOT jealous!” Ron countered. “I’m just concerned is all.”

“Uh huh. Try saying that without the jealous look in your eyes.”

“Not jealous!”

“So are!”

“So not!”

“Oh brother,” Monique and Rufus both muttered as the girl rest her chin on her hand and the mole rat simply laid down on the table.

They knew exactly where this was headed. While they cared a great deal for their friends, and in Rufus’ case his master, it was always tiring when they erupted into one of their post relationship blow outs. It was true they handled their break up better than most people would and that they had been able to remain friends, but not matter how strong the friendship was or how long they had known each other, getting into a relationship always changed things. For the most part they acted like they had before, but anytime the idea of either one of them spending too much time with someone else came up it usually brought around the “ex going out with someone else” feelings. A scene that was never pretty to watch.

Knowing that they could at this for quite a while, Monique pulled the notes for their project back to her and began to read them over again. Rufus walked over to her side of the table and looked at the notes as well, hoping he could provide the help he knew Kim and Ron weren’t able to at the moment. The fighting hindered their ability to concentrate, though, and Monique was about to “kindly” recommend that they knock it off when the familiar beeping of the Kimmunicator caught her ear. She let out a sigh of relief at the hope that whatever Wade was going to tell Kim that it would end the fight. Unfortunately, it seemed the noise when unheard by the bickering ex-couple.

“Kim,” Monique said softly. When that didn’t work she tried it more forcefully. “Kim.” Still nothing. “KIM!”

“WHAT!” the redhead snapped.

“You’re beeping,” the other girl replied calmly, pointing to her friend’s pocket.

It was then that Kim realized the Kimmunicator was going off. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she reached into her pocket and pulled out the device.

“What’s up Wade?” she asked after she switch the screen on.

“Got a bit of a weird hit on the site,” Wade informed.

“Weird how?”

“Well the person who sent the message wants to meet with you there.”

“Here?” Kim asked, looking around the Mexican themed restaurant. “Why would they want to meet here? Actually, how do they even know I’m here?”

“Cause…well…” the boy genius stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I kinda told them where you were.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because they were very adamant about meeting you and didn’t want to set up another meeting place. Plus they were already on their way.”

Kim quirked an eyebrow at this. “Do they even know where Bueno Nacho is?”

“Not off hand but I sent them a digital map so they should be able to find you soon enough.”

“Alright. Well thanks for the info Wade, I guess I’ll check in with you later.”

“Right,” he replied and shut down his end of the line.

With Wade gone, Kim switched off the Kimmunicator and placed it back in her pocket before she rest her head on her hand thoughtfully.

“So what do you think that was all about?” Ron asked carefully.

“I don’t know,” she said in a far off voice. “I just can’t imagine what’s so important that someone would want to meet us here.”

“Maybe that want to try the Caserita special?” he offered.

She gave him a sideways glance. “I doubt it.”

“I’m just saying…”

She shook her head in her hand then went back to trying to uncover this mystery. It was very rare for one of the hits to want to come to her instead of vice versa. Usually it was from some scientist who didn’t want to make it public knowledge that their latest invention had been stolen. But if that wasn’t the case here then what could this person want. Whatever it was, she couldn’t shake this feeling that her day was about to get a lot more interesting and probably weird.

A few short miles away from Bueno Nacho, a black, four seat convertible sped through the streets of Middleton. While the boy driving kept his attention on the unfamiliar roads ahead of him, the girl next to him was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed the wind blowing through her shoulder length hair or the slight beeping of the device in her right hand.

“So where to now?” the drive asked.

When he didn’t get an answer he glanced over at her.

“Jen?” he asked again.

“Huh?” the girl answered absently.

“Which way do we go?”

“Oh right, uh…”

She looked down at the small device in her hand which displayed a digital map of the city. A blinking red dot indicated their destination while a moving blue dot represented the car. She studied it for a moment before looking up at the street.

“Take this next right coming up,” she told him.

“Right,” he replied.

He waited until he took said turn before speaking again.

“So what’s up?” he asked.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing,” Jen replied with a dismissive wave.

“No it’s definitely something. I’ve worked with you long enough to know that. So what’s up?”

“I don’t know I’m just…nervous I guess.”

“You? Nervous? This really that big a deal to you?”

“Well this is Kim Possible we’re talking about. She’s…I dunno guess you could call her a legend.”

“I suppose. If you want to be over dramatic about it. I don’t think what she does is any more important than what we do.”

“She saves the world! Frequently!” Jen shouted staring at her partner amazement.

“We’ve saved the world a couple times too,” he counted.

“Yeah but not like her.”

“You’re right, she gets all the credit for it and for our efforts we get what…compared to her?”

“Yeah,” Jen sighed, sinking down into the seat. “Which is another reason why I’m nervous about this. As much as I respect the girl for what she’s done also being compared to her is irritating. What if instead of just saying “Hi” or something like I completely go off on her?”

He seemed to think this over. “Well if you two get into a fight I could always sell tickets. Especially if there’s mud and bikinis involved.”

“Dave!” she admonished.

“Alright, alright, I was just kidding,” Dave relented. “Mostly.”

“You’re hopeless,” she replied with a shake of her head.

“Maybe, but you gotta admit I’m fun.”

Jen simply shook her head in response and feel slight again. Dave sighed when he caught a glimpse of the introspective look on her face. He didn’t need a vision to tell him what she was thinking about.

“Look, just be yourself and you’ll do fine,” he advised. “Just cause she saves the world more than we do and is more well known doesn’t make us any less special. We just operate on two different levels. I mean come on, would Los Demonios be as tolerable as it is if we weren’t around?”

Jen took a moment to think over his advise and before long a smile crept over her face.

“You’re right,” she said. “I just gotta be me and approach her as a colleague. I’m sure she’ll be willing to let us help, I mean this is one of our bad guys we’re talking about so she could use our experience. I’m just getting worked up over nothing.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dave encouraged.

Jen nodded and sat back in the seat to enjoy the rest of the ride. Dave was right, she was thinking things through way too much and putting Kim on too high a pedestal. She just needed to relax and explain the situation calmly when she met up with her. If she did that then everything would turn out just fine. At least, she hoped it would.

Kim refocused her attention back on the paper laying on the table in front of her as she waited for this mystery person to show up. She figured she might as well do something productive with the extra time she had. The assignment called for each team to create a robot that could do a simple task, which in this case was to compete with Rufus in a maze. No doubt Ron was the one behind choosing the objective. Still it seemed easy enough and Monique had actually made a lot of progress without her. While it was good to see the project going so well, what with Ron’s well known procrastination, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about not being a bigger help.

“Looks like it’s going pretty spankin’ so far,” she complimented. “Sorry I couldn’t do more of the planning.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Monique replied cheerfully. “It wasn’t so hard to come up with everything. Heck I even got Procrastinator Boy here to help out a bit.”

Kim’s mouth dropped at this and she looked at Ron in utter shock. He noticed this look and his face quickly contorted into an indignant look as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Don’t give me that look,” he said. “I’ll have you know that I’ve done a lot on this project.”

“Really?” she asked, seemingly unconvinced.

“Yeah. Been running time trails with Rufus to get all that, y’know, data stuff. It’s been fun.”

“Uh huh, uh huh, fun!” the mole rat squeaked.

Any remark Kim was going to make was interrupted by someone shouting a very familiar name.

“Kim! Kim Possible!”

Instantly, the girl whipped her head around and readied herself for a fight. Apparently the years of hearing villains shouting her name in surprise triggered a Pavlovian reflex in her. She calmed down when she saw the person who had shouted her name a rather unassuming girl around her own age. She had very dark, almost black hair, and was dressed in a light blue T-shirt and jean skirt. The boy next to her was also dressed rather plainly in a pair of jeans and a red shirt with a brown suede jacket. She stared at them questionably as they walked over to her table. Could they really be the ones that had place the hit on her site.

“Hi, I’m the one that placed the hit on your site,” the girl explained as she held out her hand.

Guess so, Kim thought amused as she shook the offered hand. Out loud she said, “So how can I help you?”

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you. Do you mind?” she asked, pointing to the empty spaces next to Monique.

Kim motioned for them to sit down as she continued to give the girl a confused looked. The request definitely got her attention and she wanted to her more.

“Hey,” the boy said as he slid in next to Monique.

“Uh…hey,” she greeted back, feeling a little uncomfortable at how close he was.

“So what do you mean, ‘you can help me’?” Kim asked after they’re both seated.

“Well it’s a bit of a long story, don’t really know where to start,” the girl replied.

“How about with your name?”

“Oh, right sorry. Jen. Jen Credible. Actually, here…”

Kim watched intently as Jen fished around in her pocket for something, the teen hero’s guard rising again incase the other girl pulled out a weapon. What she did pull out was much more of a surprise than any weapon. It was a business card. She stared at it for a second before taking it and looking at it. It read, quite simply:

Jen Credible
Fighting the good fight
Office Phone: (429) 555-6181
Home Phone: (429) 555-2655

Kim looked up from the card skeptically.

“‘Fighting the good fight’?” she questioned.

“Yeah I know, I’m not too thrilled with it either. Still trying to find a good slogan,” Jen explained. “Not everyone can claim to do everything.”

“Yeah, well…” Kim stammered.

“Actually that would look pretty good on a card,” Ron mused. “KP, we should-”

“No cards!” she stated.

“Man, no cards. No themes. No charging people. Why do I even do this?” he muttered, crossing his arms over his shoulders. He then noticed the stern look of disapproval Kim was giving him. “Uh…I mean other than the satisfaction that comes with helping those people who need it. Of course.”

Kim rolled her eyes at him before turning back to the other girl.

“In his own…unique way Ron does raise a good point. This is a business card. Do you seriously charge to help people?” she asked.

“Alright before you start thinking I’m like Team Impossible, let me explain,” Jen defended. “We only charge our walk-in clients. The people we go out to help we do free of charge. And it’s not like we’re charging outrageous prices like those jerks.”

“I take it that means you’ve had run in with them then.”

“Oh yeah,” the brunette replied with a huff.

“And they gave you the usual ‘cutting into their profit margins’ routine.”

“Yep. And that little girls shouldn’t be out fight dangerous criminals. Completely patronizing and in my city too!”

“Sounds like them,” Kim sighed. “So what’d you do?”

“I graciously let them come along on one of our missions. And then they pretty much went running for the hills when they met up with The Prankster.”

“‘The Prankster’?” the redhead repeated.

“Heh. He sounds kinda fun,” Ron said.

“Only if your definition of ‘fun’ is dropping a bucket full of battery acid on someone’s head,” Jen counted to which Ron and Kim both cringed.

“I withdraw my statement,” Ron replied weakly.

“Good, cause trust me you really don’t want to encourage him,” Jen advised.

“So is that who you fight?” Kim asked.

“Him and a host of other costumed loons.”

“Theme villains, oy. Give me the mad scientists any day,” she said before something clicked in her mind. “Wait. You said you go out and help people too, right?”

“Right,” Jen nodded.

“So…how do you know? Do people e-mail you or call or…what?”

“Sometimes yeah but most of the time-”

“Most of the time that’s my department,” Dave spoke up, turning away from his conversation with Monique. “Sorry for the late introduction but I find it’s best to leave her alone when she’s on a tangent.”

“I wasn’t on a tangent, we were talking,” Jen corrected.

“Right. Anyway my name’s Dave Seer. Seer by name and occupation.”

“What?” Kim, Ron, and Monique all asked.

“I have precognitive powers.”

“Pre-con-ohwhatis?” Ron asked.

Dave sighed. “I get visions. That is to say painful migraines with pictures.”

“So you can see the future,” Kim surmised.

“Oh I wish I could do that!” Monique squealed. “I’d be able to get a lead on all the good fashion treads before they even hit the stores.”

“Hey if you want ‘em you can have ‘em, they’re a real…well pain. Like a lot of pain.”

“And you have one of these visions about me?” Kim asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

“Yes,” Jen spoke up. “From what Dave told me, you and Ron are fighting against what sounds like one of my villains while some pale woman is strapped down to a table and screaming.”

“Shego,” Kim gasped.

“So I was right, that was her. Alright, then here’s the next question, why would you be helping her? Last I heard you two were enemies.”

“Oh, well…that’s kind of hard to explain,” the other teen hero said nervously.

“Shego’s having Kim’s baby,” Ron plainly stated.

Jen and Dave stared at each other in surprise while Kim alternated between being embarrassed by the revelation and angry with Ron for blurting it out so easily.

“Guess that would explain the bulge in her stomach then,” Dave remarked with a tilt of his head.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Jen said accusingly.

“I thought she was just getting fat.”

“Ew, wouldn’t let Shego hear you say that. She kinda has a short temper,” Ron stated.

“Kinda like someone else we know,” Monique added, looking over at Kim.

“What’s that suppose to mean!” Kim growled. She then shook her head clear of those thoughts. “No, we don’t have time for this. If Shego might be in trouble then I need to find out. So what’s the sitch?”

Jen couldn’t help but smile at having the girl’s trademark phrase directed towards her. A smile that soon disappeared when she realized what she had to try and explain.

“Well…it’s kind of unusual,” she cautioned.

“I’ve seen giant cockroaches, mutated octopuses, monkey ninjas, doomsday devices of all kinds, been trapped in the TV, and had my brain swapped with his,” Kim jerked her thumb towards Ron. “Bring it on.”

“Demons,” Jen simply said.

“Demons?” the trio of friends again asked in unison.

“Yep, demons. The whole vision thing is really tied into the paranormal,” Dave explained. “Which just adds to the fun of with normal criminals and the costumed psychos as well.”

“O…K, accepting the fact that there are such things as demons, is that what we’re dealing with here?”

“Well…yes and no,” Jen answered. “From what Dave told me he saw it sounds like we’re dealing with Pazuzu.”

“Pazuzu? What kind of villain name is that?” Ron snorted.

“Well it’s a demon name.”

“But I thought you said we weren’t dealing with a demon?” Kim asked, feeling slight lost.

“Pazuzu is the name of a demon. The one we’re tracking though is just a guy in a costume who took the demon’s name. However, he’s tied very tightly to the occult and uses a lot of low level demons as his…well I guess you could say henchmen,” Jen explained.

Kim blinked several times as she tried to process this new information. Even for her it was a lot to take in. Demons did exist and apparently some humans used them as henchmen. OK, she could deal with that. But the way this girl explained it so calmly and straight faced threw her just a bit. Idly she wondered if that’s how she looked when explaining all the crazy things she’d seen and done. That wasn’t important now though. What was important was the fact that some madman was after Shego and Shin and she wasn’t about to let him succeed.

“OK,” she finally spoke up. “So you’re sure this guy will go after Shego?”

“Yes,” Jen and Dave both said.

“If that’s true then shouldn’t we already be on the way to your house?” Ron asked Kim.

“Wait, you two leave together?” Jen asked as the redhead, looking very confused.

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Kim said.

“Sounds like one I want to hear,” Dave mused. “I mean take out the whole pregnancy thing and two women who use to be rivals living together actually sounds pretty hot.”

The whole table turned to look at him for the statement, their looks ranging from confused, to disgusted, to annoyed and very annoyed.

“What!” he asked defensively. “So I’m the only one who thinks that would be hot! Fine, make me the bad guy!”

“Dave!” Jen shouted as she slapped him on the back of the head.


The brunette sighed and looked apologetically at Kim. “Sorry about that, he…has some issues.”

“I can see,” she muttered then turned back to Ron. “As I was about to say, Shego isn’t at home she’s at the…hospital. With mom. Out in the open.”

Panic washed over Kim as her mind suddenly came up with many horrible things that could go wrong. Normally she knew that Shego could take care of herself, but as far along in her pregnancy as she was now, she wasn’t so sure. Then there was her mother who only had one mission experience and definitely wouldn’t be ready for something like this. Not to mention all the other innocent people hospital that could be hurt. Her rational mind knew it was a long shot that this Pazuzu guy would try the hospital first, but another part of her mind, the part that knew villains always seemed to strike at the wrong place at the right time, was terrified. She leapt from her seat and started heading straight for the door.

“KP wait up!” Ron called as he struggled to get out of the booth.

She spun on her heel and gave him an inpatient glare as she stood with her hands on her hips.

“Come on Ron we gotta go!” she barked.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered as he wiggled his way out.

“We’re coming too,” Jen added, sliding out from the table.

“Fine,” Kim sighed, in no mood to argue. “My car can hold us all.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dave replied, waving his hands. “I’m not leaving my car here.”

“Alright then, we’ll take both cars. Ron you’re with me.”

“Actually,” Jen piped in, earning herself a glare from Kim. “It might be better if I ride with you and Ron rides with Dave. That way if we get separated each car will have someone who knows the way.”

“Fine, whatever! Let’s just go!” Kim shouted, fear overriding her usual calm demeanor.

“See ya,” Monique said from her place at the table.

Again, the red head was jerked out of her mission focused mind. She looked over at Monique and felt the same twinge of guilt from earlier come back. She walked over to the table and gave the girl the best sorry face she could muster right now.

“Monique-” she started but was cut off by a raised hand from said girl.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I got that this is one of those emergency things you gotta run off and do. I’ll finish up here and then head home and mark out some stuff for you to do later.”

“Please and thank you,” Kim replied.

“Like you say, ‘no big’. Now go, save your baby. Go on, get!”

Kim smiled at her best female friend then once again turned and made her way towards the door. The larger than usual crowd started to follow her with only Jen staying behind as something occurred to her. She quickly walked back over to the table and pulled out the rough blueprints of the robot.

“By the way, you’re gonna want to move this circuit board over here,” she advised, pointing out specific places on the diagram.

“How…?” Monique asked in surprise.

“Just trust me,” the girl replied with a wink before running off to join the others.

Outside, Kim already had her car running and was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as she waited for Jen. When the other girl slipped into the front passenger seat she offered a sheepish look but it went ignored. Kim was too focused on her goal to worry about being polite right now. She had to make it to the hospital. She had to save Shin and Shego. She just prayed she wouldn’t be too late.

Shego fidgeted with her sweater as she walked down the hospital’s hallways. Just like the previous trips she had, they nurse failed to wipe off all the gel they used for sonograms and now so her sweater was sticking to her protruding belly. She swore they did it just to annoy her. Still…it was a minor annoyance for piece of mind in knowing that her baby was doing alright. Which, thankfully, she was. Now all Shego had to do was find a phone to call Kimmie and wait for her to pick her up. In the meantime, she was walking the halls between Ann Possible and Dr. Anderson and making small talk which wasn’t as annoying as she thought it would be. At least it beat listening to Drakken drone on about his latest invention or scheme.

“Ann!” a voice called out.

The three stopped as the entered in the main reception area and looked toward the source of the voice. Not surprisingly it was another doctor, this one with brown, curly hair, a brown and gray beard and a name tag on his coat displaying “Dr. Cox” in bold, black letters. By the expressions on Ann and Dr. Anderson’s faces, Shego could tell this doctor wasn’t one of their favorite people.

“Perry,” Ann replied with strained courtesy. “What do you need?”

“I just wanted to say congratulations on becoming a grandmother so early in life. You must be very proud,” the doctor said in condescending tone then looked towards Shego. And you must be the lucky young lady carrying this miraculous baby. I hope it’s doing well because obviously it’s going to need all the strength it can get to survive all the years of taunts it going to endure by being the freak with two mommies. Not to mention the fact that by looking at you know, I can tell it will more than likely have very pale skin and have to walk around holding an umbrella like some crazy Michael Jackson wannabe and of course that won’t carry any kind of horrible connotations to it at all. I can only hope you do the wise thing and have it home schooled, but if not…well kids can be very cruel so I could stock up on Band-Aids and tissues.

Of course there’s always the chance it’ll end up with the Possible genetics here and in which case I would again stock up on Band-Aids since we all know the Possibles have a habit of running off into dangerous situations half-cocked.” He paused to take a breath and looked back towards Ann. “If it does end up having your genes I would hope that it has your lustrous red hair, but then again as far as I know the color of wigs can’t be passed on. Kudos to you for picking such a lifelike looking one up and I’ve been meaning to ask you for some time where exactly did you find the marvelous thing?”

Ann stared at him in a mixture of shock and anger for a few seconds before an almost evil smile spread across her face, something that actually caught Shego off guard. She didn’t think any Possible outside the twins was capable of that look.

“Off some whore,” Ann replied to Perry’s question. “I think it was your mother.”

If the smile had surprised Shego, the comment almost knocked her over, soon to be joined by Drs. Anderson and Cox. All three stared at the red headed woman, but only Dr. Cox had a look of amusement while the other two people just had blank looks on their faces.

“Well I see the cat has some claws after all,” Perry mused. “I look forward to facing you again in a battle of wits but right now I have patients to attend to and interns to make cry. So if you’ll excuse me.”

The group watched him walk off down one of the hallways and it was only after he turned the corner that the finally spoke again.

“That guy’s an ass,” Dr. Anderson muttered then looked at Ann. “Gotta admit though that was a really nice comeback.”

“No kidding,” Shego added as she broke out into laughter. “Didn’t think anyone who raised someone like Kimmie would be able to hit so far below the belt.”

“Well I did have my wild moments when I was younger,” Ann admitted, feeling a little embarrassed by all the attention. “But let’s not mention this to Kimmie or the boys, alright?”

Any remark Shego was about to make was cut off by the main entrance exploding. Shards of glass and metal flew into the lobby as patients and medial staff alike took cover. Only Shego reminded standing, having been use to such things in her time as a villain. She and the other still within the lobby watched a small group of figures started to emerge from the cloud of smoke. The first figure to emerge surprised even the hardened Shego. It could only be described as a humanoid creature with hard, grey skin and long arms with four fingered hands that ended in scythe like yellowed claws. The head sat on a small protruding stump that served for its neck while its face sat rather low on the head, creating a rather large forehead. Small, yellow orbs served for eyes placed between a pig-like snout with two floppy ears on the side of its head. Drool dripped down from the sides of its mouth as two sets of large tucks overlapped it top and bottom lips. The best snarled as the gather crowds as three more of it kinds came out of the smoke, their clawed feet clacking loudly on the linoleum floor.

The next sound the terrified mass heard was similar to that of a small jet engine. It was soon accompanied by the appearance of a fifth figure that rose high above the smoke on some of small vehicle that looked like a lion headed eagle. Its rider looked more human proportion wise compared to the other creatures but still looked demonic in his own right. His skin was a sickly jaundiced yellow but also scaled like that of snake. The slits for his pupils only helped to enforce the snake image but their deep red backing also seemed to favor the demon part. More demonic credence was given by the two sets of small horns protruding from the sides of his eyebrow ridges and his pointed ears.

The biggest difference between the rider and his compatriots was the fact that he actually wore clothes, though they consisted of a stitched up black tunic and loincloth held together by a brown leather belt and a tattered cape and hood combination that swayed slightly from the output of the device’s engine. He held a toothy grin on his face as he searched through the crowd, his left hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his hip. It didn’t take long for his serpent like eyes to settle on Shego standing in a defensive position.

“You,” he growled in a deep, gruff voice as he pointed to her. “You’re coming with me.”

“Oh really?” Shego remarked as she ignited her powers. “Well you’re welcome to try.”

“Shego, you can’t-” Dr. Anderson whispered into her ear as he stood behind her.

“Yeah I know, I can’t use my powers too much. But I’ll be damned if I’m just gonna stand here and let them take me!”

“Such a fighting spirit. I like it that. Take her!” the demon demanded.

With that, the grey demons rushed forward only to be met with a stream of green plasma energy. Unfortunately, this only succeeded in slowing two of them down and Shego growled as she let lose with a fury of swipes toward one that had closed in on her. As she raked her glowing hands across it’s almost rock hard chest she really wished she had her own clawed gloves with her. After a few more swipes, she pushed it back with a strong kick to the throat right as another came up behind her. Acting purely on instinct she grabbed the wrist of the arm it swiped at her and threw it over her shoulder, causing it to slam into the one she had just kicked. It took its toll on her too, however, as she lost her balance and would have fallen over if not for the quick reflexes of Dr. Anderson. He pulled her back up to her feet and before she could even thank him, another of the creatures backhanded him and sent him flying across the room. Shego growled again and pushed the hideous thing right in the face with a plasma charged hand. This seemed to hurt it as it stumbled backwards holding its face and giving off a whimpering noise. She smiled at discovering the seeming weakness and readied herself to unleash the fury of hell on this things when a familiar sounding cry broke her thoughts.

“Ann!” she shouted.

She whipped her head around just in time to see one of the creatures picking up Kim’s mother and throwing her up towards its master on the glider. After instinct in her body told her to run over there, jump through the air and intercept Mrs. Possible, but she knew she physically couldn’t do that. Instead she had to watch…helplessly as the woman was caught by the serpentine demon and held down by his left arm while his right hand went up to her throat and planted one of his black claws against her skin, a small trickle of red already starting to flow from the cut.

“She dies!” he shouted, drawing Shego’s full attention.

Her hands shook in silent furry and the flames around them grew more intense. She could take this joker, she knew it! Just one could shot to the flying contraption of his and he’d be down. Then she could flip over all his ugly goons and knock him senseless before he even knew what happened.

At least, that’s what the old Shego could have done. The new Shego, the pregnant Shego, could only stand there and feel impotent. Not only could she not perform her once famous aerial maneuvers, she was also worried about Ann’s safety. Where she once thought of the woman as nothing more than Kimmie’s precious mother, she now saw her as one of her, very few, friends and a woman she respected. She had to respect anyone that could keep the great Kim Possible in line.

Speaking of Kim, how would she react if she found out that Shego had let her mother be killed just cause she wanted to one last moment of glory? To say she’d be pissed would be putting it mildly. Likely she guilt trip the woman until the baby was born, take it away from her and then have her friends of Global Justice lock her up. Oddly enough, the last part wasn’t what bothered her, it was the thought of Kim being upset with and taking her baby away. For whatever reason, hormones, motherly instinct, or just a lapse of judgment, she couldn’t stand the thought of having her baby taken away from her. That more than anything made her want to fight on. But then she noticed the look of fear in Ann’s eyes and the red trail on her neck and she knew she couldn’t. At least not right now.

“Alright,” she finally sighed, extinguishing her flames and lowering her head. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Excellent,” the demon growled. “For now…sleep.”

The next thing Shego felt was something hard striking the back of her head and then the blissful slumber of unconsciousness. As she started to fall backwards, one of the grey demons scooped her in his large hands and carried her over to its master. He smiled at his prized and withdrew his claw from Ann’s neck before tossing her aside like discarded trash.

“Ann!” Dr. Anderson shouted as he ran forward to catch her.

The momentum of her fall, along with the recent injury, caused him to hit the floor again when he caught her. He groaned as he hit the ground but shrugged it off and immediately began to check her wound.

“Shego,” she whispered.

Dr. Anderson looked up at the group of intruders long enough to watch Shego be handed off to their leader and then take their leave. He sighed in remorse the he couldn’t do more to help and looked down at Ann with a sorrowful expression.

“She’s gone,” he told her.

“Call Kim,” Ann replied.

“Right,” he nodded then noticed for the first time all the doctors and nurses simply standing there in a daze. “Well what the hell are you all just standing around for! Go check on the injured people! Move it! And some call Ann’s daughter!”

The lobby erupted into a frenzy of motion after the command snapped everyone out of their funk. Dr. Anderson paid it no attention though and instead kept his attention on the woman laying in his arms. She had passed out at some point, most likely due to shock, but he began to treat her wound in any case. Fortunately the cut looked worse then it was and once it was finished he pulled her over to one of the few benches still left standing and laid her down. He stared out of the large hole that replaced the hospital’s main entrance and sighed once again. While he wished he could have done more, he knew that there really wasn’t much he could have done. This was just the kind of thing Ann’s daughter was suppose to handle. So then where was she? Where was Kim Possible?

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: And thus “ends” this chapter. I put ends in quotation because originally there were going to be about four or five more scenes to this chapter. But considering it’s already 27 pages long I decided to break the chapter in half so I wouldn’t end up with some huge 40 page thing. I think it’s much more easier to read broken into the two chapters. Plus I’m sure everyone wanted to see an update anyway. So here it is. Hope you all enjoyed it and that there won’t be too much hate me revolving around Jen. I know some people are strictly opposed to OCS, but I like them and I’m the author…nyah! Heh, sure that won over people. Even though I do have her set up as a crime fighter in her own right I’ll make sure she doesn’t eclipse any of the canon chars. But she will get a few good shots in.

Now about Pazuzu. First off, yes that is an actual demon name, found it online and anyone interested in more info can find some stuff through Google. Obviously he was heavily inspired by the various Goblins of Spider-Man fame, most notably Demogoblin, but there are some differences as well. I’ve just always wanted to try use a character like that and so when thinking up this chapter he just kinda popped in there. Interesting tidbit, his glider is actually based off the tokens of the real Pazuzu demon. So you see, it’d different. “We’re not going to get sued”! Another interesting tidbit, Pazuzu was also the name of Prof. Farnsworth’s gargoyle creature from “Futurama”.

Alright before I get into a total rant, I’ll leave you all on a high note. Since I did split up this chapter, it shouldn’t take me too much longer to write the next one as I already have it all thought up. Also I won’t be distracted with school work anymore as I AM DONE WITH COLLEGE! YEAAAAAAHHHHH! WHOOOOOOOO! DONE AND WITH ALL “As” THIS SEMESTER! WHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Sorry, I just like saying that. So anyway, without that distraction, and my month off of work, I should be getting things done faster now. Again no real promises, but I will try my best to have the next chapter, or second part of this one, up by Monday or Tuesday. But don’t hold me to that. Oh and there WILL be much more action in the next one, most notably an major brawl between Pazuzu, Kim and Jen and of course let’s not forget Shego. She’s not going to be too happy when she wakes up. Hehhe.

BTW: I know some of you may have gotten the e-mail notice about this three times and that's becuase the uploading process here was giving me…issues.

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