Disclaimer & Author's Note: I don't own the characters, situations or places depicted in the TV series Kim Possible. They are owned by The Walt Disney Company. I receive no compensation for this story. What would've happened if Ron would've caved in to Kim's advances during the Emotion Sickness episode? This is what might have happened during the Moodulator incident before the Middleton Pickle Works Festival.

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CAPITULATION

Chapter 1

Moodulated Kim

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Definition: Capitulate - To cease resisting. Acquiesce. Cave in. Submit.

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Ron Stoppable was exhausted.

Running away from a very agile and fast green-eyed girl by the name of Kim Possible was no mean feat and he'd been doing just that for most of the day shortly after arriving at school. It had started out with a few coquettish glances here and there from the fiery redhead who looked more... sick(?) than fiery to Ron. (Those big 'doe eyes' and sugary-sweet smile was unlike anything he'd seen before, well except when she was crushing on Josh Monkey!) Then it had briefly escalated to cutesy notes with little hearts replacing the O's in his name that she passed to him in class.

Now Kim was out for blood.

Well, not exactly blood. It was more like she wanted to hug and kiss him or something, and it was freaking Ron out. He'd never been this scared before in his entire life; not from monkeys or small bugs or even Rudy the Garden Gnome (HE that lived in the deepest darkest part of the garage and had that thousand-miles-of-bad-road stare!) But now Ron was running for his life.

He and Kim had been best of friends for thirteen years and there had never been any romantic feeling between them.

At least not until now if he were any judge of things that were romantic... which come to think about it, he wasn't.

Kim had surprised Ron, dropping out of the school's air ventilation ducts, and had caught him in front of her locker. Ron had fainted after the massive smooch she'd laid on him but he'd eventually regained his feet and swiftly fled. Ron knew he was fairly fast from all of the running away from the henchmen that they'd gone up against over the years, so he was finally able to elude Kim while she briefly talked to Wade on the computer.

At least he was safe for the time being.

Ron had taken refuge under the bleachers in the gymnasium. No one ever looked under the bleachers when they were pulled out. Over the years he had occasionally seen a few couples sneak under them when they wanted to get in a little alone time to make out, but he wasn't sure if Kim knew that little fact or not so he had to keep his guard up.

Otherwise he was dead meat.

Well, at least he could catch his breath for a minute or two before he sought out another place to hide. Ron knew he could blow off the last class of the day. He was so far ahead of everybody else in Home Ec (or as some politically correct people had started calling it, "the domestic sciences") that he could miss the rest of the semester and still get a good grade in there. He was also fortunate that cheer practice had been called off for today because the gym floor needed a new coat of wax. That meant Kim didn't need to come into the gym at the end of the school day.

At least he hoped she didn't have to come in there!

As Ron pondered his next move he also wondered if Kim's amorous advances should be welcomed with open arms. It's not like he hadn't thought about he and Kim hooking up and becoming a couple, but something just felt sick-and-wrong about the whole sitch.

But it would be badical if they could become boyfriend and girlfriend and maybe get married in the future.

But then again, Kim's father would probably send him to the nearest black hole if they did get together and he screwed up the courtship, which was more than likely considering his track record, of lack thereof, with the opposite sex.

Would it be worth it to risk life and limb for a day or three of having Kim as his girlfriend before he made some inexcusable error? Sure, Kim was beautiful both inside and out and put up with his little idiosyncrasies, and he'd had dreams of them getting together and fighting the big baddies for the rest of their lives. But was it worth it to avoid running out of oxygen and suffocating in the deep dark void of outer space? (Without a Bueno Nacho to stop at and get something to eat in outer space?)

And who would take care of Rufus during his final voyage into the vast unknown?

Decisions, decisions.

Ron suddenly realized that any further random thoughts and internal debate would have to wait. The gym floor getting a wax job meant that the bleachers would need to be pushed back in soon, effectively eliminating his hidey-hole.

As quietly as he could, Ron edged back to the end of the bleachers and quickly glanced around. Kim was no where to be seen and his dumb skills seemed to be holding out. He quietly made his way over to a side exit and slipped through the door, making his escape.

But where could he go? Ron knew Kim would look for him in his usual hangouts so that meant his house and Bueno Nacho were out of the question, and he definitely couldn't hide at Kim's house. Middleton Park was big enough to get lost in but it was also almost all wide open space so Kim would surely spot him there. He might be able to get lost in the crowd at the Middleton Mall but he didn't want her to catch him in such a public place. If they were caught running around the vast citadel to over-priced consumerism, it would embarrass both of them to no end, so the mall was out, too. (And he definitely didn't want to be caught hiding out in a darkened movie theater!)

Ron thought about going to Smarty Mart to chill out for a while, Kim never wanted to go in there, but she always seemed to find him no matter where he hid. It almost seemed like she had him chipped or something.

Ron let out an exasperated sigh. This would be so much easier if he could do that ninja vanishing trick thingy and become invisible, just like he'd been shown at Yamanouchi the previous year. He had finally accomplished the technique once a few weeks ago while practicing the various martial arts, but the blond boy had swiftly lost his concentration when his stomach loudly growled for food and Ron had quickly reappeared.

Suddenly, inspiration hit Ron. He hadn't been in the tree house in quite a while so Kim wouldn't think of looking for him there. Using all of the ninjitsu stealth tricks he'd learn, Ron made his way to the tree house moving from the cover of a bush to that of a stop sign (not much concealment there since his body was wider than the post) to the fence of someone's yard where he almost lost his pants to an exposed nail. He didn't try to deceive himself that he was virtually invisible and couldn't be seen, but he did the best he could with the stealth moves he did know.

After thirty long minutes, twice as long as it would normally take him to get home at even a sedate, ambling pace, Ron finally made it to his goal. Just as he was about to shimmy up the boards nailed to the tree that was used as a ladder, Rufus popped up out of Ron's pocket and chattered at his big buddy.

"Nah," Ron answered to the naked mole rat's request, "I'm too upset to eat right now. You go on ahead and grab something from the fridge and stay in the house. But if you see KP, don't tell her where I am."

"Ho-kay," Rufus chirped with a thumbs up gesture before he dashed through the cat door into the house, leaving Ron totally on his own.

The blond boy didn't stop to wonder just why there were cat doors on all of the outside doors of his house, he was just that distraught over the current affair... er, current situation, he was not having an affair with his BFF.

Ron nervously glanced around the seemingly deserted neighborhood as he made his way up the makeshift ladder into the arboreal abode. He quickly shut the hatch and tried to drag the couch over on top of the entrance but the old ratty red piece of furniture wouldn't budge. It was just too heavy for him to move alone. He settled for dragging one of the wooden crates that they'd used as a table over to block the hatch.

"Whew," Ron let out a huge sigh of relief when the job was done. "Now Kim can't find me!"

"I wouldn't say that," the sultry voice came from a dark corner of the tree house. White sneakers could be seen, then a pair of legs covered by light blue Capri slacks slowly sauntered into view. Finally a lime green, crop-top tank top connected to the pants by a bare midriff emerged. Ron recognized the cute belly button, and the other articles of clothing confirmed in Ron's mind that the redheaded person he'd been trying to escape from was now trapped in the tree house with him. (Or he was trapped with her! Did it make any difference?)

"Er ah... hiya... KP," Ron anxiously stammered, knowing full well that he didn't stand a chance in Hades of moving the crate and opening the door before Kim would tackle him to the floor. "How'd you find me?"

"I just thought the way you would," Kim seductively answered as she sexily slinked up to him and glomped her arms around his neck. "I figured out where you wouldn't want to be caught and decided on the one place where you'd think you were safe. Since we haven't been in this tree house for quite some time it would be the perfect place to hide. That is if I didn't remember how we used to think of this as the perfect place to hide from the Tweebs."

"Yeah, that right," Ron uneasily laughed, remembering how the twin terrors drove them to build (with their fathers help) a refuge in the one place Jim and Tim couldn't get to since they couldn't climb the plank ladder when they were younger. "Ah, so now that you've found me, what can I do you for? Er, do for you?"

"Well, since we're totally alone," Kim purred as she stroked her fingers down his cheek then moved her hands across his narrow chest, "I thought we could explore some... possibilities." The last word came out breathy and very suggestive.

"Possibilities?" Ron nervously begged as his hand anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, anything's possible for a Possible so that could mean a lotta things."

"Yes it does, Ronnie," Kim demurely stated as her hand swiftly went lower and undid the waist button to his pants. Like clockwork, they dutifully fell around his ankles and she casually caressed his package through the Godzilla boxers he wore. "And one of those possibilities is to find out how much Kosher salami I can take down my throat."

Ron might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew exactly what she meant. "Um, KP, as much as I've fantasized about that and I'd love to find out myself, I'm not sure if it's such a good idea. I mean you're beautiful and intelligent and the best friend a guy could ever ask for but we aren't dating... and I'm afraid something like that could ruin our friendship."

"And I think we should take our friendship to the ultimate level," Kim answered as she wrapped her arms around his neck again and brought him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands started bunching up his jersey at the back as the lip-smacking continued.

Ron practically melted with the buss and after a second or six (who's counting) his arms automatically moved around Kim's waist and drew her closer as he returned the kiss.

Kim took a few steps back, drawing Ron along with her as his shirt peeled off, while she moved over to sit on the couch. As they sat down, Ron asked, "Are you sure you wanna do this KP?" It had taken every bit of his will power to control his hormones and let her undress him but he just had to make sure Kim was totally on board with what they were about to do. It seemed so out of character.

"Absolutely," Kim said as she swiftly stripped out of all her clothes. She yanked down his boxers, freeing his full-fledged erection. "I love you with all my heart and I want to prove it." She pushed the blond boy prone on the couch and straddled his hips, slowly sinking onto his now hard man-meat.

After a long day of running away, Ron's will power finally shattered under the onslaught of the intense sensations he was feeling. His motto had always been "Never Be Normal", but he decided that for once in his life he would be normal and give in to the teenage hormones raging through his loins.

Neither of them noticed the small round device on the back of Kim's neck that started to fizz, crackle and pop as they fell into an intense, orgasm inducing rhythm.

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"Kim," Ron nudged the redheaded girl in his arm trying to rouse her from their little nap they'd fallen into after a hour long afternoon of lovemaking. "KP, wake up."

"Ugh, Ron what happened?" Kim groaned, holding her head as she started to sit up. She immediately noticed that they were both naked in the tree house and laying on the couch. "And why don't we have any clothes on?" Panicking, she quickly grabbed her panties and crop-top shirt and started to get dressed.

"Well, lets see," Ron pondered as he sat up and started to pull his boxers and pants on. "You chased me around the school all day before you cornered me up here in the tree house. Then you confessed your undying love for me and we got it on for like a hour before we fell asleep."

"My undying love?" Kim questioned, remembering very little from the past day after going up against Shego in that lab yesterday afternoon. Kim unconsciously rubbed the back of her neck trying to remember all that had gone on and her hand felt something on her neck. "Hey, what's this?" The curiosity she had for the device overshadowed the thoughts of her and Ron making love. "Maybe," she thought to herself, "if I don't think about it, it didn't happen... even if the sex was fantastic! No use getting upset over what's already done. I'll just deal with it later."

Ron looked at the small round device that was blackened with scorch marks and simply shrugged. "I don't know, KP. Wade's never trusted me with any of the gadgets he comes up with so I wouldn't know one if I saw it." He followed Kim's lead as she donned her pants and shoes and finished getting dressed.

"This does look like something Wade might whip up," Kim said as she pulled out the Kimmunicator and turned it on.

"Hey Kim, what's up?" the tech guru casually begged as his image appeared on the screen.

Kim held the small object in the Kimmunicator's camera view and said, "I just found this on the back of my neck. Can you tell me what it is and where it came from?"

"One second Kim," Wade said as he swiftly clacked away on his keyboard for a few seconds. A blue beam flashed out of the Kimmunicator to scan the item and then winked off. Wade studied the scan for five whole seconds and said, "Hmmm. It has some of the same technology that was in Dr. Bortol's Neural Compliance Chip." He rapidly typed on his computer again and then checked what he had brought up on one of the other monitors off to the side. "It's called a Moodulator, and Dr. Bortol has it up for auction right now on the internet. It's suppose to regulate the wearer's emotions so he or she doesn't have wide mood swings, focusing on one single emotion. It goes on to say that the Moodulator is designed to control or cure schizophrenia... or it can be used to liven up a dull party."

"Controlling someone's emotions? That sounds totally sick and wrong," Ron said in a huff. After he thought about it for a second he asked, "And besides, aren't there drugs out there that do the same thing?"

Wade looked up into the camera after stopping his typing and said, "It's not quite the same, Ron. Current drug therapy decreases the overall intensity of the violent mood swings felt by a person. This device shunts all of his or her emotional output into one single category, like sadness or hate. But the specifications Bortol put up on the auction site tells me that the effects of his device are extremely powerful; that they enhance the induced single emotion to such an extent that the person might act a little crazy or totally out of character. It's the person's own emotion, but it's amped to the nth degree" He started typing again as he continued, "I need to relay my findings to Dr. Bortol. Maybe he can somehow dampen the effects to make them less intense."

"Thanks Wade," Kim dejectedly moaned as she shut down the connection. She now knew why she'd thrown herself bodily at Ron, and why they'd had sex. Kim knew that she'd always felt some kind of affection toward the blond boy, they'd been almost inseparable for most of their lives and the Moodulator had simply amped that up into full blown love. Now that she thought about it, that affection could... no was love for Ron.

Kim knew she could live with that. Now she only had to deal with the after effects of the sitch.

"Listen Ron," Kim nervously said as they moved the crate from on top of the hatch, "I need to go home and do my homework. I'll call you later tonight."

"Sure KP," Ron chuckled, knowing full well that Kim didn't like unfinished homework hanging over her head. He was slightly surprised that she didn't try to do it while they were making love. "I suppose I should do the same if I don't want to bring the wrath of Barkin down on me tomorrow."

As they traversed the wooden boards to the ground, Ron added, "And I guess I should clean up the kitchen before mom and dad get home. Whenever Rufus gets something to eat and I'm not there, he always leaves a mess."

Ron moved to give Kim a kiss but she ran off down the street before he could even pucker up. He shrugged his shoulders and said to no one in particular, "I guess she's just not used to kissing someone good-bye. That or she's freaking out because she's an hour behind schedule on her homework."

Not knowing which it was, Ron headed for the kitchen to clean up and get something to eat for himself before he hit the books.