The More I See, The Less I Know
Author's Note: I have never ever thought about writing a KP fic before, but this idea attacked me right after watching the new valentine's day episode. I'm just getting back into writing after taking a long break so I'll admit that I feel a bit rusty at this whole writing thing. This fic has not been beta'd but if there are any egregious errors I do apologize. It will contain slash. Don't like it? Well you know where the back button is. Reviews appreciated, including constructive criticism. The title is from a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. I obviously don't own it or Kim Possible, since I'm a poor college student.
Who knew Wade's love ray would come back to haunt us? I certainly didn't. After finally wrestling the other love ray away from Wade's (now ex-) girlfriend we thought that was end of it. No, six years later when Ron is finally about to finish his undergraduate degree (or as he likes to call it: a B.A. in B.S.) we have another encounter with crazy pheromones, of the unnatural machine-made variety. Well before you get too confused I'll fill you in on the details of what's gone down since senior year.
When I think about it I realize that the basic things haven't changed. Ron is still weird, we're still saving the world, Wade is still a genius, and Monique is still totally awesome. Yet some things have changed and I guess its just a part of life. Okay, I'm avoiding it so I'll just come out and say it: Ron and I broke up. Well, we didn't exactly break up, we just drifted apart. We're still friends of course, and he's always there for me, but things just didn't work out. (Come on, coupons to pay for a date?!?) Now that we've overcome the big hurdle in our discussion (no big, right?) I ought to mention some of the other new things. Wade leaves his room more, and by more I mean he helps us on missions and hangs out with me, Ron and Monique quite a bit. I mentioned earlier that Ron is still in college, well this is year five and he'll finally be done! (I suppose I ought to take a moment here to explain that too, since it kind of led to our breakup. He took a year off, he wasn't doing anything with his life, we fought, I got fed up with it, and I moved on. End of story.) Monique and I run a security agency together based on my experience and her style. I never expected to go into business but it fits with the whole teenage superhero thing.
I think that's about it. Now on to the story: Wade's ex, the super-genius girl decided to turn all evil-super-genius on us after Wade broke up with her. Surprisingly (or not, depending on how you look at it) she's having far more success than any other villain we've encountered. Instead of going after money or power, she's going after us. This is where that love ray comes in. Wade modified that old love ray from when he was crushing on Monique. Instead of using it to make Monique love him, he modified the frequency, or so he thought, to make only his ex love him. We decided it would be easier to just modify it rather than amplify it. I do not want to be running crowd control when an amplified love ray goes off. But to be completely and totally honest about this, even though I fully trust Wade, I have a really bad feeling about this plan.
I can only stare in horror as Wade points the love ray towards Rebecka, I'm too far away to stop anything. It is only after he pulls the trigger that he's realized the mistake. You don't use ray guns in rooms that have mirrors as walls. Genius Wade, really. Rebecka laughs as the beam bounces off the mirrors at blinding angles, it barely misses me by an inch. Ron tries to dodge but get hit squarely in the chest. Wade yells as he flies backwards into a mirror. It smashes upon impact and he is covered in fine shards of glass. Rebecka, sensing a losing battle and the perfect chance to escape, steals the diamond she was after and flees the scene. I don't think any of us realized it until we viewed the security camera footage much later since Wade, Monique and I were all running towards Ron. We still don't know what she is planning with that thing.
Shards of glass had pierced his skin and there it looked like there was blood everywhere. Rufus, although conscious, was barely so and he looked up at us, letting out a small whimper before passing losing consciousness again. Monique cursed in quite a colorful and uncharacteristic way, she already had her phone out and was calling for help. Imagine, Kim Possible, et al. calling for help. The paramedics arrived quickly and flew Ron and Rufus to the hospital. Thankfully an old friend of ours was a veterinarian and took over the treatment of Rufus. So here I am, sitting in a smelly, dreary hospital waiting for my best friend to wake up. Its been four days and the doctors keep say to wait, that there is still a chance. Normally doctors don't say that, so I should be hopeful right? Yet I can't be, even though his injuries were far less than we expected. I just can't help feeling like I'm losing him.
The twins have been wonderful these past few days. They've brought me coffee and sat with me as I've cried. I can't remember a time I've cried so much. I'm Kim Possible, I'm a superhero, I can do anything! Well, I guess losing a friend could now be a part of that "anything" statement. I know I shouldn't think like that, but its so hard not to.