New Or Die!!
by Kensation
Author's note:
I don't own Kim Possible or any of the characters therein, Disney does. Get it? Got it? Good.
This is an alternate continuity story in which Emotion Sickness and So The Drama didn't take place. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Hell. This is like Hell or something , the jittery, toe-headed young man concluded in his head.
Why else would I be made to suffer like this?
The front door of Middleton High swung open as Ron Stoppable miserably pushed his way through.
I mean, I did all Barkin's summer assignments without complaining... well, complaining much. I never took more than the standard alloted two sauce packets per naco at Bueno Nacho, shoot, I cooked when Dad hosted his "Actuary Brotherhood" meetings at the house, I even skipped half of the "Collectible Chinchilla Warriors" marathon to babysit Han! So why does the big dude upstairs have it out for the Ronster?
For most of his peers, this was a major highlight of their young lives, the third official day of senior year. Finally, they would be "calling the shots" and earning some much needed respect from the younger students. But for Ron however, senior year was becoming a living nightmare. Ron was viewed by his fellow students as a young man, who while odd, was very easy going and willing to put his own pride on the line to let his seemingly never-ending supply of cheerfulness rub off on his fellow man. Lately, however, that devil-may-care demeanor had faded, replaced by anxiousness, worry, and angst. As he prepared to round the corner to his locker, Ron peered around the wall as if to make sure he would be alone. He quickly trotted over and began furiously dialing up the combination.
Let's see...was it 3 to the right, 5 to the left, 1 to the right? Or was it 3 to the left? 5 to the right?
Ron ran his fingers vigorously up and down through his messy blond hair, trying fruitlessly to remember the combination which would allow him to quickly grab his books and run to class before...
Ah ha! 5 to the right... 3 to the left, 1 to the right and...ARGH!!!!!
The tweaked young man jerked and rattled the lock in one last attempt to gain entry, but was ultimately bested.
"AHHH! Why don't the just put these locks on every evil-doohickey-type factory, then Drakken would be shut down for sure!"
Ron leaned back against the locker, utterly defeated.
Fantastic, now Barkin's gonna have my liver for lunch.
Rufus the naked mole rat was normally a creature as cheerful and happy go lucky as his owner, however the past couple of months had been as equally as nerve racking for him as they were for Ron. Rufus loved his owner Ron with all his tiny heart and soul and seeing Ron in his current state was troubling for the little guy. Rufus could sense that Ron was deeply conflicted about something and had been for a for a short while, since about halfway through summer break to be precise, but human emotions were mostly foreign to him.
"Hey-ya!" the small animal squeaked as he unveiled himself from Ron's cargo pants pocket.
"Oh, heh heh, hey-ya little buddy.", Ron greeted Rufus, "Looks like locker entry is a no-go once again."
"Doh!", Rufus exclaimed as he smacked his forehead with his small paw. Rufus' private school day stash was kept securely in Ron's now inaccessible locker. "No cheese?" , Rufus questioned pitifully.
"Sorry, looks like no cheese buddy, and no way the Ron-man's getting out of here today without detention when Barkin finds out I'm missing my books again.", Ron stated sadly.
As Ron was busy grieving over his and Rufus own little tragedies, he failed to notice two figures round the corner towards the lockers.
"Man, talk about major downage. If I could just get...this...stinkin...lock...open.", Ron grunted as he tugged on the lock again and again.
Rufus, noticing the two figures approaching, happily jumped up on Ron's shoulder in attempt to get his owner's attention.
"Not now buddy, I gotta figure out a way to...get...this...lock...open... Maybe Mr. Burly in shop can lend me a blow torch..."
Rufus, now annoyed, jumped on Ron's head and began tugging on his hair.
"Ow!!", Ron winced.
"Lock! She get lock open! Then...cheese!!", Rufus squeaked fiendishly.
"Who'll get the lock open?", Ron asked curiously.
"Ron, don't tell me you forgot the combination again.", an annoyed female voice spoke from behind Ron.
Oh no...not now...
Ron quickly turned around and nearly screamed as he came face to face with his best friend, Kim Possible.
"Argh, I'm telling you Ron, one day we're gonna have to get your combination tattooed on you or something.", Kim stated, half annoyed half amused.
"Um...uh yea...um..kinda...that kinda would...um...security...umm." Ron stammered uncharacteristically.
"What? Ron are you ok?", the pretty red head questioned.
"Yea...yea, um I mean, a tattoo would kinda compromise the security of the lock, or um...something..."
"Girl, I think he's got the Mongolian flu or something.", came another female voice from an approaching figure.
"What? Fongolian mlu, uhh, I mean Fluvgolin, ummmm, I mean...What?", Ron now parched tongue finally twisted out.
"What's up Monique?", Kim cheerily greeted her best female friend.
"Well, definitely not dude boy's "Essential Ronness". Look at him, he's been 10 rounds with Shego.", Monique teased.
"Wha, huh?", Ron weakly spit out.
"Monique's right Ron, you look majorly tweaked. Do you feel ok?", Kim asked, now concerned.
He was totally caught off guard, if he'd only had a few seconds to collect himself before...
"Hmmm, doesn't feel like a high temperature."
Ron was frozen in his tracks. Kim was gently placing her small hand around various places on Ron's cheeks and forehead, checking for signs of a fever. Ron's jaw went slightly slack as he felt the sensation of Kim's hand burn like fire through his nerve endings, causing all the thoughts that were pounding through his head earlier to suddenly stop as if somebody had thrown a switch. He could only stare blankly at Kim's face as she thoughtfully begin comparing her own temperature to Ron's.
"Well, he for sure doesn't seem to have a fever.", Kim concluded.
"Yea, but look at him girl! He's starting to turn red as his shirt! I think home boy's for real coming down with something."
Ron heard nothing of the girl's conversation, he was still in his own world, many light years away from Middleton High, hallway B-3.
"Ron...RON!!!"
"Huh, wassat?"
"I said, if you really are coming down with something, you should go home and rest.", Kim suggested.
"Umm, yea, maybe I am feeling less than a hundred. Ummm...but Barkin..."
"Barkin?", Kim questioned.
"Yea, um...the assignments..." Ron stammered.
"Oh, no big, I'll smooth everything over with Mr. B. and get your homework assignments."
"Oh, uh really? Thanks Kim P, uh.. KP, you're the bomb diggidy!"
Kim chuckled, "I think you'll live, now go home and get some rest."
"Right, later ladies!"
As the two girls turned to walk off, Monique tilted her head back and gave Monique an inquisitive but knowing look. Ron quickly gulped and speed off towards the parking lot.
Man, this is bad. This is worse than bad...this is a disaster., he thought as he sat on his bed.
Ron felt slightly guilty for leaving school early, he was in fact 100, physically at least. Mentally and emotionally was a different story all together, however.
This wasn't supposed to happen...How did this happen? When did...
No, he knew when it happened, a little over a month a go to be precise, that he knew for sure. He went over the scenarios over and over again in his head, but he couldn't piece the specifics together. It just...happened. Now he had to face the cold hard facts.
(Sigh...) It's true, I've got the hots, no wait, scratch that, I've got the five alarm Diablo sauce hotsfor Kim Possible. My BEST FRIEND Kim Possible. Oh man, now I'm the one who's sick and wrong.
Ron looked down at his cell phone display which had suddenly sprung to life.
TEXT MESSAGE
FROM: KP
MESSAGE:
Ron, mission time. R U feeling ok?
Now what do I do?
------------------------------------------------------End Chapter 1----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Next: Unglued