Disclaimer:I do not own Kim Possible, or any characters involved. This is somewhat AU, though only since my characters exist.

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"Ron! Look out!" Kim screamed, knowing she was to late already. He turned just in time to avoid the upper half of the burst of gun fire, but one of the rounds from the lower half punched through his right leg, and he fell to his left, into the crushing embrace of a pair of swinging I-beams. The factory was full of them, and he hadn't seen those. The huge building was mostly dominated by crates, but the area where they were fighting was an open spot, near the doors. Rufus leapt screaming from Ron's outstretched hand to hit the button to release Kim. Her hand dove for her pocket, and she pulled a flat, gray disc. She whipped her arm out, sending it spinning through the air, to impact the last henchman in the chest, where it burst into a spray of military grade mace. He screamed out, and dropped the gun, then dropped to the ground as she hit him, with a flying kick. The seniors waved at her as they rose on the ladder to the chopper. She growled, but heard Ron groaning. She turned towards him instead, hitting her knees, and sliding to a stop, just short of slamming into him.

"Hey, KP. Did you get 'em?" He asked, with the usual grin. Rufus appeared from around a piece of machinery.

"Yeah Ron, I got 'em." She smiled, and pulled the Kimmunicator. "Wade, can I get an Ambulance, Ron's been injured."

"Got it, they'll be there in five minutes." The tech guru replied. After two years, he hadn't changed much, but he'd upgraded his room. He didn't have to get out of bed anymore if he chose not to. He did, but everything in the room came to him now. He was practicing Karate when she called.

"Thanks." Kim said, and switched the Kimmunicator off. Two years hadn't changed her much, though she liked to think it had. Ron had changed though. Most of the freckles faded away, and he was more self-confident now, though it seemed he was still as clumsy as usual, she could see it was all an act. Idly, she had wondered why they were no longer as comfortable around each other as they had been. Neither was involved with anyone else, Josh having moved out of state, and Zita still less than enthusiastic, despite Ron's various, and sundry attempts to change her opinion. Kim ran her hand along his thigh, and felt both the entrance, and exit wounds. She heard the sirens, and rose to see the paramedics arrive. "Here, he's been shot, and I think the other leg is broken."

"Right, we'll take it from here." The lead paramedic said. Kim saw Ron blushing, and realized they were both female paramedics.

"Hey ladies," He started, and Kim walked away with a sigh. The police followed the paramedics, taking the groggy guard into custody. Kim knelt, and picked up what had started this mess. A small piece of silver. A microchip, with the schematics for the worlds only orbital comet defense system, embedded within it. She pocketed it, and watched as they wheeled Ron out. She lifted Rufus to her shoulder, and walked out, heading the other direction. She wanted to go with Ron, but she had a score to settle first.

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Half an hour later, at the hospital she found Ron's parents pacing the floor of the waiting room. She looked, and felt horrible, because she'd just come from a fight with the Seniors. She'd put them out of business, and had it not been for a perfect control on her temper, and the timely arrival of the police, she'd have made it permanent. As it was, she was tired, and worried.

"Hey, how's Ron?" She asked Mr. Stoppable, since Ron's mother was crying. He never had a chance to answer, because his wife heard Kim's voice, and snapped out.

"He'll live, no thanks to you!" She growled, a few inches from Kim's face. "You and your stupid missions, always putting him in some kind of danger. If you hadn't been so stupid, and reckless, he wouldn't have had to come to your rescue." She ended there, but Kim could tell she wanted to say more. :Fine. She wants to say more, then let her, but I'm getting my say first.: Two years hadn't done anything for her temper.

"No thanks to me?" Kim began softly. "Entirely thanks to me. Without me, he'd have been killed a long, long time ago. But you know, he's grown since then. He came to rescue me. He didn't have to. Anyone else would have called the cops, and let them deal with it. He entered that fight, outnumbered, eight to one. He managed to take down five of them. Two ran, and the last is the one that shot him. He's the only reason I'm still alive. IF you have a problem with that. You can take it up with me. I daresay, I can't do this without him. And you know what. I'm not about to let you, or anyone else stop me. If he decides to quit then I will. I know Ron though. He won't quit, because I won't. As for danger, there is nothing that we can get into, that we cannot get back out of. I guarantee you that. Ron has saved me more than just this once. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here. If you don't agree with that..." Kim was cut off as her mother entered the room.

"I talked with his doctor. You two can go see him now." The Stoppable's walked out. Both perfectly calm where Kim's mother could see them, but they each threw a glance over their shoulder as they left. Mrs. Stoppable's of anger, and dislike, Mr. Stoppable's of simple thankfulness. "He gave me a message for you."

"What?" Kim said taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"He wanted me to tell you, it wasn't your fault. He doesn't blame you, and doesn't want you to blame yourself. I don't know why he'd think that." Her mother shrugged.

"Actually, I WAS, kind of thinking that." Kim admitted. "I guess, it's just guilt."

"Well, he's right you know." Her mother shrugged. Kim nodded. "Don't worry, it's only a broken leg. The Gunshot will heal, and he'll be back to normal before you know it." She gave Kim a reassuring smile.

"I'm going to head home." She said, and did just that, before the Stoppable's returned. Being Friday, she was in no real hurry to get home, but she didn't feel like any of her usual activities. She headed straight home.