Disney's Kim Possible in

Sometimes There Isn't A Point

By Adam Leigh


1. Good Behavior

"Kimberly Ann Possible," the voice said, succinctly and without fanfare. Despite that, the crowd that had gathered around the University football stadium stood and applauded with great fervor.

Kim blushed at how much louder the reaction was than it was for the girl whose name had just been called before her. The girl before her, a woman named Beth who had been a close friend of Kim's for many years, still just smiled and waved enthusiastically to her former roommate.

Swallowing her embarrassment, Kim stepped forward purposefully and stood before the pedestal that the Dean of Applied Arts and Sciences was calling names from. The woman there, an older professor who had taught Kim in many classes, smiled and handed the rolled diploma to her student.

"Good luck out there," she said earnestly and shook Kim's outstretched hand.

Kim smiled and nodded back. "Thank you so much," she said before doing as those had done before her and walked past to shake hands with the university's president. The crowds cheering continued long into the next person whose name had been called.

After the graduation ceremony had ended, Kim met with her friends and family who had come for the grand event.

"Great job, honey," Ms. Possible said, after she'd been able to hug her daughter. Her husband, Dr. Possible, and their other children, Jim and Tim, stood close nearby. "You finally did it."

"I don't know how 'finally' applies," said Kim with a smirk. "But I am glad to be done with it all. I'm just thankful Dean Withers let me do all the credit juggling I did to get my degree."

"Now we just have to get these two delinquents to pick a major and graduate," said Dr. Possible, gesturing to his sons. "Got any suggestions for them?"

"Dad!" the two brothers said in union then looked at one another, shocked.

"Haven't done that in a while," said Jim, grinning.

"Been too long," nodded Tim.

"There she is!" a voice called out from the crowd. Kim looked up to see a pack of people drawing closer. Ron, Monique, Beth, and Felix were running up to her. Or rolling, as Felix's case was.

"You trying to lose us in the commotion, girlfriend?" asked Monique with a hand to her hip. She kept her composure for six or seven microseconds. "Congratulations!" she cheered as she hugged her close friend.

"Hey, KP, excellent work with the not snagging the microphone stand on your pants and causing them to drop in front of thousands of strangers!" said Ron after Monique released her grip. "You know, like I did."

Kim laughed and pulled Ron into a tight hug. Her best friend had somehow never changed. "Thanks Ron," she said softly.

"Congratulations, KP," he said softly back, now holding her more firmly than before. "Only one more ceremony left," he continued.

Kim froze in shock for a second then relaxed when she remembered what he was talking about. Ron couldn't have been talking about what she had thought, it would have been ... well, she wasn't sure what it would have been, but definitely unexpected.

"But now," Ron said louder as he pulled away from Kim. "Its PAR-TAY time, baby!"

Kim laughed and agreed. She was greeted by the rest of her friends as well as many other people who had come to the university just to see 'The Graduation of Kim Possible.' It was a little eerie how over the years she'd developed a fan club, but at least they've always been manageable.

After leaving the University the whole gang (minus the fan club) went to the local Shastas where they'd reserved a dining hall. Appetizers circulated while people drank and told stories. People from all over Kim's life had shown up. People she'd helped. People she'd gone to school with. People who just knew her and had become friends through entirely normal, non-world saving, means. Stories involving Kim were definitely in the forefront, but some other old tales had been circulated.

Tales like when the Middleton High School caught fire and Jim and Tim put it out. Or the globe-trotting quest that her father and Ron went on to find an old flame of Nana's after Kim's grandmother had gotten sick with cancer. Or the day Monique got lost coming back from one of Kim's adventures and swore she'd never travel with the heroine again.

The memories in the hall ebbed and flowed with the meals and drinks, and almost seemed to coalesce for a while in the room and become tangible. After a while of contributing Kim stepped aside and just wrapped herself in the web of good and bad times being discussed. She noticed that even though she'd brought all these people together with her life, when she moved away, the web held together, strengthened through the interpersonal bonds formed between the people. The thought warmed her and she felt intoxicated by the legacy her life had already wrought.

"It's quite a sight, I'll agree," said a voice Kim never expected to hear again, breaking her free of the web of dreams. She looked to see a tall, statuesque woman with long dark hair, pale skin, and sharp, but deadly features. She was wearing a long black dress and matching lipstick and was leaning against the wall the door to the room was on. She just watched the people talk and mill, not noticing who'd just let themselves in.

Kim felt nervous but made her body outwardly relax to appear off-guard. She'd learned that trick from Yori once. "What are you doing here?"

The woman didn't look her way. "Oh, congratulations," she said. "I'd mean to open with that, but I saw you looking so proud at what you've made here, I couldn't help myself."

Kim repeated her question.

"Six years, two months served," said the woman. "Out of a possible thirty, I'd say 'good behavior' is underrated."

"Anxious to get back in?" asked Kim, reading for the assault.

"Nah," said the woman with a wave of her arm. "I'm not here to cause trouble."


"Oh, you know, just catching up with people I'd left behind." The woman finally turned to face Kim and pointed her startlingly sparkling emerald eyes her way. She'd just served 6 years in prison, but she still had that intense fire behind her eyes.

"I'd say you were left behind here," Kim said. "Not the other way around."

"Maybe so," shrugged the woman. "But it's a little strange to hear my name being said so many times at a party meant for you."

"You were more than a little trouble during High School," said Kim. "It's no more surprising than hearing Hitler's name at a party celebrating the end of World War II."

"Drawing analogies between me and Hitler?" the woman said, surprised. She laughed earnestly and was unable to stop for several moments. Wiping a tear from her eye she smiled at her once-nemesis. "Oh, that's a good one, Kimmie. I'm flattered I rank so high on your list of world-class villains."

"I didn't mean it like that," said Kim, annoyed.

"Of course you didn't," agreed the woman. "Still, I'll give you that we were once very closely connected, even if it was because we were staring across a battlefield." She ran a hand through her luxurious hair. "It was a connection that was rather abruptly severed when you nearly killed me by flinging me into a radio tower." Her voice took on only a slightly darker tone on the last few words.

"I didn't mean to try and kill you," Kim said. "So is that what this is? Back for revenge?"

"Nothing what you're thinking," said the woman. "As I said, I have no desire to do anything that could get me sent back to prison and killing you ranks pretty high on that list."

"Then what?"


Kim blinked. "What?"

"I'm back for torment, Kim." The woman finally moved from her place on the wall and walked over to sit next to Kim. The recent graduate couldn't help but tense up when she brushed past. She crossed her legs and continued. "You see, I've been tried, convicted, and served time for all my crimes now. Which essentially means I can walk free and you have no grounds to turn me over to the police anymore. This puts me in the remarkable situation of being able to do anything I want as long as I don't break the law."

Kim rolled her eyes. "How remarkable. Everyone this room can say the same thing."

"Very true," admitted the woman. "But none of those people over there make you as nervous and edgy as I do." She moved to bump Kim in the side with her elbow but the younger woman slid gracefully away and brought up an arm defensively. "See?" the elder woman smiled.

"What are you getting at, Shego?" snarled Kim.

"It means that I'll be able to drive you insane, just by being near to you all the time." Shego rested her arm on the wall and leaned her head against her palm. "And even though I'm confessing to you all this, you'll never convince yourself I'm telling the truth. So every time you see me, you'll think I'm about to do something illegal. So you'll have to be on edge, to catch me when it happens."

The woman's smile grew wide. "The question I ask you is this: How long can you be constantly ready for an attack before it breaks your mind?"

"Shego," warned Kim.

"Cheer up," said Shego playfully. She slid back over towards Kim. "Enjoy your party. You're going to see a lot of me in the future."

She got up, adjusted her dress, and then walked gracefully out of the room. Kim stared at her the whole time, wondering what kind of sick mind game had just begun.