DISCLAIMER: Kim Possible and all associated characters and what not is the property of Disney. This is just for entertainment and fun.

A/N: Also, Zabon95 has helped me work out the main plot for this story. ^_^

A/N 2: At Zabon95's request, and after thinking about it myself, I will be doing a short follow-up story explaining the events that happen after this story ends. So keep your eyes peeled. ;)

Kim Possible

And Forever

Chapter 11 - Consequences and Rewards

Holding Area Delta, Cell 4, Global Justice Headquarters

Kim hadn't been offered a prison uniform when she had been brought to Global Justice's headquarters. She'd been escorted straight to her cell without being offered even so much as a prison-issue blanket. So she was still wearing her blood-stained combat suit, though the helmet was in Doctor Director's possession. She hadn't been told where she was going, but judging from the cell itself - it was more of a holding space than a cell, with a single hard metal 'bench' projecting from the wall and a glass 'door' that could only open by remote control - she was in Holding Area Delta. She sighed and clasped her hands together in front of her. She understood what was going on right now. She was being monitored, recorded, and observed. After all, she was now a murderer - even if her 'victims' had been criminals who had cause plenty of destruction or clones, though she doubted Doctor Director was counting them.

She'd actually drifted off to sleep, sitting like that, when there was a cough from the other side of the glass. Blinking her eyes, she looked up to see Betty there.

"I'm surprised you can sleep, considering where you are right now," the one-eyed woman replied.

"You sure you don't mean 'considering what I've done?'" Kim replied. The head of GJ shook her head.

"I said what I meant to say, Kim. You know that you could be prosecuted for murder."

"I'm fully aware of that."

"Were you aware of that before you went on your campaign of revenge?"

"Yes, but it wasn't revenge."

"It can't have been self-defense."

"Revenge is emotional. Justice is found in a court room."

"So what would you call your actions last night?"



"Yes. I didn't act out of emotional turmoil. It was cold-blooded plotting. I wasn't intending to capture Dementor and Drakken."

"Only you didn't find Drakken there, did you?"

"I suppose you know why?"

"I do indeed. He's back in his old cell. The one Dementor broke him out of."


"It seems he and Dementor had a disagreement concerning your daughter. When Drakken learned of Shena's pregnancy, and the cause of it, he says he approved of acquiring a sample of your daughter's blood. Dementor, on the other hand, believed that taking Kara herself was the course to go. When Drakken learned of his partner's actions, he came right to the nearest GJ facility and turned himself in."

"That sounds an awful lot like common sense."

"It was."

"Hard to believe Drakken would have common sense," Kim said. Then she cocked an eyebrow at her jailor. "But you didn't come all the way down here just to have that kind of a conversation with me, did you?"

"No, I didn't," Betty admitted. "Kim . . . I honestly don't know what to do with you. What you did . . . is so completely unlike you. Guns? Grenades? Some pretty badass knives, too?"

"Dementor tried to kill Shena," the red-head replied. "He kidnapped my daughter. He was going to use her as the basis for a superior clone template; and he would have killed her in the process."

"How do you know that?"

"I had Wade hack his network while I was on my punishment crusade."

"So Mister Load has all of the cloning data Dementor and Drakken came up with? Since you managed to wipe out the originals and any samples."

"He did. But he destroyed them."

"At your request, I assume?"

"On his own. I didn't know until I was landing at Middleton Airport. He also backtracked and erased every bit of Drakken's original data he could find. So there isn't a trace of cloning information anywhere."

"You do realize that evidence could have cleared you, don't you?"

"Do you realize what that information could be used for? Your network isn't as secure as you think it is, even leaving Wade out of things. He did you, and the world, a favor. Cloning on that scale is illegal and immoral."

"So is murder, Kimberly."

"He threatened to kill Kara. He had a gun to her head. I was defending my child."

"We've already had intelligence about most of the world's villains talking. What you did to Dementor after what he did you and your family is already making the rounds of villain rumor mill. And, apparently, they've all 'spontaneously' decided not to mess with you - or your entire family. I've heard rumors that Montey Fisk has given his search for monkey-related mystical artifacts - and is entering a monastery of some sort." Betty's shoulders dropped. "It shouldn't take the murder of one of their own to make all of the world's villains of that same caliber decide to re-evaluate their life choices."

"How long am I going to be in here, then?"

"You're getting out when Shena and Kara come to pick you up," Betty said. She had small, pleased smile on her face.

"I don't understand. After all that you said, you're letting me go?"

"My superiors don't want to, because they don't want to send the wrong message to other heroes out in the world," she replied. "Apparently, news of the tragedy that befell your family - and your response to it - has become public knowledge. There was an outcry denouncing your actions; a fairly big one, too. But there was an even louder, and far more widespread, wave of support for you. Public opinion is on your side, Kimberly. We have received petitions from all over the world demanding your release. The country where Dementor had his 'back-up' cloning center? It turns out they have a major ban against cloning of any sort, and their government led the way for a bureaucratic sanction of your actions." Her smile got even larger - for her. "They gave you a post-dated authorization to act on their behalf to shut down Professor Dementor's illegal cloning actions - by whatever means deemed necessary." The cell's door slid up into the ceiling. "So I can't legally hold you anymore, much to my superiors' dismay."

"I . . . I don't believe it," Kim said, stunned.

"That was all I could get for you, though, I'm afraid. I've been directed to shut down any efforts on your part for 'independent world-saving.' I've been ordered to arrest you if you attempt to save the world independently of any Global Justice authority."

"So I can't do the one thing I'm really good at?"

"I didn't say that. I only said that you couldn't do it independent of Global Justice authority."

Kim blinked, then a slow, sly smile spread across her face.

One Week Later

Kim and Shena were married a week after Kim's one-woman army action against Dementor. And except for Team Go attempting to get in to the wedding, there were no party crashers. When it came time to cut the cake, Shena made the mistake of letting Kim cut it; for her generosity, her new wife shoved that same piece of cake into Shena's face. Shena was wearing a charcoal gray ladysuit that had faint dark green pinstriping, which complemented her skin tone perfectly; Kim was wearing a strapless black wedding gown that actually shimmered red in the light. And, of course, Monique had found the perfect outfit for Kara, too: a little midnight blue gown that contrasted beautifully with her unique hair. They had to get married out of state, of course, but that wasn't too much of an inconvienence for anyone. After the wedding and the reception, Kim let her family take care of Kara while she and her new wife went on their honey moon. And as Shena drove them back to Middleton, she had something to ask Kim.

"You said you got me a wedding gift, but I didn't see it at the reception," she said. "Where is it?"

"At Middleton Airport," Kim answered.

"You didn't have to get me a new jet, Kimmie. I told you when I picked you up at Global Justice that it was alright."

"I know, but I . . . kinda already had it picked out. Plus, my dad and Wade and some other people needed to do some work on it."

"I guess I can't argue with you now that you've already bought and paid for it."

"I didn't buy it. But I didn't steal it, either." Kim held up a hand. "You'll see when we get to your hanger at the airport." Nothing more was said for the next hour. At least until they pulled in front of the hanger.

"Alright, now close your eyes," Kim told her after they'd gotten out of the car, "and hold my hand." Shena did as she was told, and let Kim lead her into the hanger. Through her eyelids, she saw when the lights came on but couldn't tell anything else.

"Okay, open your eyes," her wife said. When she did, Shena felt her jaw drop; she didn't even realize she'd also dropped into her knees. Crouching there in the hanger was the biggest, sleekest jet she'd even seen. It was much larger than her old Challenger 300. And that's when it dawned on her that the hanger had been expanded, too. Picking herself off the floor, she turned and looked at Kim. Her expression asked the questions her voice couldn't right now.

"It's how Kara and I escaped Dementor's lab," she explained. "I don't know where he got it from, but it's all ours now. It's officially decommissioned; Betty checked the numbers on the plane while I was incarcerated. While it isn't armed, it still retains its original low-observable systems. And it's been equipped with whatever my dad, my brothers, and Wade could come up with and cram inside. It no longer has bomb bays; they've been turned into a mobile trauma center and a modular space that can be set up for anything from a small dojo into a small living space."

"I . . . I don't . . . I don't know what to say," Shena managed to get out.

"Betty's had it registered as a private aircraft," Kim replied. "And what you can say is . . . how about we take her for a spin?"

E/N: And that's the end of this chapter. And, no, it's not the end of the story, too. I've still got one more chapter to do. But I'm keeping it's title a secret this time, as well as what may happen in it. ;)