Disclaimer Thingy: Kim Possible is the sole property of Mark McCorkleBob Schooley and Disney …and all those other people that helped put it together. Haha. I do not own Kim Possible, mmkay? But I kinda do own the idea behind this fanfic. So please don't sue me. Or hurt me. It's not my fault I could barely catch any episodes of the show!

Warning: I guess that would be this right? Okay…basically, this story deals with adult themes…or will if I write them correc—ahem. Accidentally written that way. So you'll have violence, bad language and a few other elements.

Improbable

Chapter 1

"Who Are You?"

"Another day." A woman muttered, a tattered, oversized brown coat hiding some of her features. What was visible hinted that all was not well with her. Her coat reached her upper thigh and from beneath legs clad in torn black sweatpants emerged, ending with an oversized and worn pair of combat boots. The ends of the sleeves were torn off, allowing pale forearms, gaunt wrists and hands to be visible. Currently, the booted feet were crossed as she sat. She was seated in the shade to avoid the morning sun. She hated this time of day, when everything was so bright and cheery. She certainly wasn't that happy ever, so why should anyone else be? One's gaze would eventually be drawn to her surroundings. She was seated just inside the entrance to an alley, tattered paper and trash scattered around her. Her back rested against the wall, spray painted graffiti covering its brown surface. There was a dumpster across the length of the alley, an unidentifiable puddle in front of it. Two other dumpsters were there, resting in an odd/even pattern.

She started to drift off to sleep again when a noise caught her attention. A door opened then, followed by the sounds of one of the dumpster lids being thrust against the wall forcefully. She uncrossed her feet and curled her legs, getting to her knees and pushing herself up to stand. Then, despite her supposed weakened state, she took off running toward the opposite end of the alley. A man stood there, struggling to haul a large black bag into the dumpster. "Stupid stupid thing!" He said in exasperation. He was finally successful, only to yelp in surprise. The beast that leapt toward him was vicious! Monstrous! He looked into the creature's blood red eyes and knew it meant his demise. He blinked. The creature should have meant his demise…if it hadn't been charbroiled.

"What is it with you and rodents?" He looked over towards the source of the voice.

"Charr! How good it is to see you!" His light brown eyes lit up and he ran his fingers through glossy black hair. She scowled at the man good naturedly.

"Hello…Elmo." Predictably, he snorted. "No need to be so cross." Brown eyes focused on her.

"Why do I keep you around?"

"Simple." She replied, lifting one glowing hand. "I get rid of your vermin." He simply nodded, understanding the double entendre. Although he would never confess it to anyone, she was his shadow. Especially on days when the restaurant, located behind him, was left in his hands.

Eager to break the suddenly awkward silence, he spoke up. "I have a present for you today."

"Oh wonderful! Haha! I hope that wasn't it!" At his silence, she blinked and her eyes widened. "It wasn't the rat right?" He snickered. "Talk to me, tickle-boy!"

"Sorry." He replied, wiping away an invisible tear. "It was just so funny! Your expression…Anyway, I come bearing this." He fished a small white bag out of a pocket in his apron and tossed it to her. Quickly, she reached out with both hands and caught it. The sudden movement pushed her sleeves down to her elbows, drawing his eyes there. He quickly glanced away before she noticed, fervently wishing he'd done so before seeing those.

Track marks were on both arms, and while he was sure she could heal with time, it was beginning to seem that 'time' was something she was becoming very short on. "Soap?" Her words disrupted his train of thought, something he was immensely grateful for.

"Well of course!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. The sound seemed false to his ears. Quickly, he added, "You need to use it before you get anywhere near the rest of my surprises." She lifted a brow.

"And where would I find the water to use with this soap?"

"Simple." His blithe response would prove to be anything but. "We'll take my car."

Later That Afternoon

"A public pool?" She stood outside a black sports car, staring at the building ahead of her in mild horror. The passenger side door was still open.

"But of course! Middleton's Public Pool will have a shower room that you can use prior to actually going in the pool."

"And who said I wanted to swim?"

"No one, but you seriously need a bath." He wrinkled his nose. Earlier, he'd discarded his grease stained apron for a light blue shirt. One hand sunk into a pocket of his gray slacks. He'd been gesticulating with his other hand as he spoke, something she'd quickly gotten used to.

"Fine. I get the message, but how will I do so?"

"With the soap and this." He reached into the backseat and pulled out a blue plastic shopping bag. She quickly grabbed the bag and looked through it.

"Here's my soap…but where…" Her emerald eyes focused on Elmo. "How?"

"The where is simple. Middleton Mall. The how…well, you were asleep for a while there. Hopefully, you won't need me to show you how to use these, right?" With a glare, she took the bag from him.

"No. Not at all." Charr fought not to rise to the challenge as he attempted to stifle a snicker. Standing up straighter than was necessary, she walked towards the showers with a confident air. She maintained this as she undressed in front of a few mirrors. However, her eyes didn't stay focused on the glass too long. Entering the shower room, she found quite a treat. No one was there. Dropping her filthy clothing on the tiles next to her, she turned on the shower. The cold water at first startled her, until she figured out how to adjust it to warm.

There she stood under the spray for several minutes, just absorbing the feel of the water beating on her back. Charr smiled, and then decided she should probably clean herself up while she was at it. She walked from under the water to where her blue bag was, just outside the entrance to the shower room. Rummaging through it, she found the bar of soap from earlier and a bottle of shampoo. Grabbing a loofah as well, she hurried back into the shower and put the items to use. Quickly, she built up a nice lather, and then began to bathe.

Scrubbing her skin clean made her feel…so very good. She practically moaned as the dirt was peeled off her skin and headed down the drain. This experience had turned out to not be as bad as she'd expected. And now…Grinning, she reached over and grabbed the shampoo. Charr had already created a fine foam and was working on cleaning her hair when she heard voices. Other people were heading toward the shower room too. Her shoulders slumped. She'd felt better when the room was empty.

Quietly, she continued her shower. Gone was the easy pleasure from before. After she finished rinsing her hair out, the whispers of the room's occupants poorly hidden, she gathered her things and walked out. At the very bottom of the bag, Charr had found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and dressed in those, tossing her old clothing in the trash.

Outside

Elmo was taking a nap inside his car with the driver's seat pushed as far back as it would go, very busy working up a drool puddle on the seat's light gray surface. A sudden rapping on his window woke him. Sitting up suddenly, he almost hit his head on the ceiling. Looking to his left, he was startled to see furious green eyes staring at him. He quickly unlocked the door and gestured for his friend to get in on the passenger side. She yanked the door open, tossing the bag in the backseat and plopped down in the passenger's seat. "Problems?" He ventured cautiously.

"The rest of your surprise had better be good." Merely nodding, he pulled on his seat belt and turned the car on, putting it into drive.

A Half Hour Later…Elmo's Pad

Charr sighed and looked out the window, rolling it down and sucking in a cool breeze. "Why are we here again?" Elmo looked at her, his hands still on the wheel even though the car was turned off.

"Becasuse the rest of my surprise is waiting inside."

"And it would be?" He smiled faintly, his cheeks dimpling.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Come inside and I'll bring it out to you." He pulled his keys out of the ignition and unlocked the doors, stepping outside. Charr followed suit. Pressing a button on his key ring locked all of the doors. "Let's go then, shall we?" He offered, bending at the waist and mimicking a bow. Then, he turned and walked past the car toward the apartment complex with Charr on his heels. He unlocked the door and headed up the stairs.

"No elevator?" Pausing, he looked over his shoulder at her.

"Oh, there is one. I'm just not that lazy…yet." He resumed his walk. His apartment was located on what had to have been the forth floor; at the top, surprisingly, it wasn't him who was short of breath. "I guess we should have taken the elevator."

"Shut…up…" Charr wheezed. She was turning an unhealthy shade of green…well, moreso than usual. All joking forgotten, Elmo quickly rushed to her side and got her seated on the couch.

"Are you alright?" He asked, fretting. He was already holding the phone with one hand and poised to call for help before she responded.

"No…fine. I'm…I'm okay." He frowned at her.

"If you're sure."

"Ummhmm. Now bring on the presents."

"Sure thing Mackenzie." He headed through a door to the right.

"Hate that name." She said after a moment. "I prefer Charr."

"To Mackenzie Russell? I think anyone would." He ignored her indignant snort and rested a large box next to here.

"And what do we have here?" She muttered, ripping off a massive bow and pulling the lid of the box off. She pushed aside some flimsy paper and then stared at Elmo in shock. "That is not what I think it is…"

"Ummm…" Elmo chuckled in embarrassment. "I thought you'd like it?" Mackenzie merely stared at him and then looked back into the box with an unreadable expression.

Next Chapter: Who exactly is Elmo to Mackenzie – I mean Charr? Just what was in the box? And what the heck was wrong with her when they got to his apartment to begin with? Track marks? More to come in the next chapter of Improbable.