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This story takes place two years after the events of 'Kim and Kara'.

Kim Possible was rummaging in her locker for her Advanced Chemistry textbook when her best friend, Ron Stoppable, sauntered by.

"Hey Ron!" she called out, waving. Ron grinned widely, "'S'up Kim?" he asked.

"I hear you're dating Amanda Barnsworth," Kim said, a wicked smile on her face.

"Among others," Ron confirmed, smiling back. "Maybe others," Kim smirked,

"But Amanda's giving you some sugar, or so I've heard."

Ron blushed. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he proclaimed solemnly.

Kim chortled. "You mean a gentleman doesn't fuck and tell," she grinned, as Ron's blush deepened.

"Kim, please!" he protested.

"Ron, it isn't a big secret. Amanda's telling everyone." Kim grinned again. "She says you're pretty good in the sack, too," she added archly, giggling as Ron turned an alarming shade of crimson. Ron started to stammer a reply, but was interrupted (and rescued) by a familiar beeping. Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

"Trouble in the midwest," Wade answered. "Got a hit on the site from a Paul Lee Gordon, chief of police in Smallville, Kansas. Seems there've been some strange goings on there lately."

"What kind of 'goings on'?" Kim asked.

"Break ins, trespassing, unexplained digging, that sort of stuff."

"Sounds pretty low key, Wade. Why does Gordon want us?" Kim demanded.

"Couple of reasons. First, there's more going than what I told you. Gordon wouldn't say what, but he hinted that people are being affected by something nasty. Second, because some of the incidents had footprints associated with them," Wade declared. "The locals couldn't make much out of them, but one report says, 'The prints have many human characteristics, but more closely resemble the great apes than man.'"

"Apes, monkeys," Ron rasped.

"Monkey Fist," Kim scowled. "We'll need a ride Wade."

"A GJ Hercules transport will meet you at Middleton Airport in one hour."

"Smallville, founded 1846 by Ezra Small," Ron recited as the C-130 roared east. "Population: 9898, as of the census of 2000. Largest employer is Luthorcorp Fertilizer Plant. Town and surrounding area struck by a massive meteor shower in 1968, afterwards known as the 'Meteor Capital of the World'.

"Anything else?" Kim asked.

"Well," Ron elaborated, "There were some strange events in the early eighties, mutants and such. All linked to meteor rocks, which later turned out to be-" Kim cut him off. "Kryptonite," she said.

"Exactly," Ron nodded.

"Maybe Monkey Fist wants to get his hands on some kryptonite," Kim mused.

"But why?" Ron wondered. "Superman isn't exactly on his list of arch foes."

"No," Kim agreed, "But he may have another use for it."

"Such as..?" Ron prodded.

"Its mutagenic effects," Kim answered.

"Which he'll use to make himself more monkeylike!" Ron exclaimed. Then he shuddered. "Oooh, monkeys..."

"I thought you were over the monkey thing," Kim said.

Ron sat straight up and grinned. "I am," he said brightly, "Except where Monkey Fist and his monkey ninjas are concerned."

"Speaking of monkeys," Ron said after a short pause, "How are things with you and Josh? You haven't mentioned him all week, which isn't like you."

Kim's expression darkened. "Josh is history," she said coldly. "What happened?" Ron asked, shocked. "He was dating other girls behind my back," Kim supplied.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ron said sympathetically.

Kim glanced up at him and quirked an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like Josh," she said.

"And I don't," Ron said emphatically. "It's just that he stuck it out so long I thought I'd misjudged him." He crossed the passenger compartment, sat down next to Kim, and put his arm around her shoulders. "You going to be ok then?" he asked gently.

Kim smiled and leaned against him. "Yeah," she said. "I got the crying out of my system over the weekend."

They sat like that a long while, Kim snuggled against Ron's chest, Ron staring into the distance, a contented smile on his face. "Still," Kim mused eventually, "I wonder if I'd put out for him if we'd still be together."

Ron looked down at her, his expression a cross between amazement and curiosity. "You're still a virgin?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Kim shot back defensively.

"Whoa." Ron gestured, "Nothing wrong with that, I just didn't know. I mean I guess I assumed, you know, after that weekend thing..."

Kim grinned. "I can understand that," she chuckled. "We had the opportunity, and he definitely wanted to. Heck, I wanted to too." She sighed. "But I promised myself I'd stay a virgin 'til my wedding night, so we didn't."

"Well, if he wouldn't wait, he wasn't the right guy for you," Ron proclaimed.

Kim smiled and returned to her snuggling. "Nice of you to say so," she said softly.

"I mean it," Ron affirmed. "I go out with Emily Prescott all the time, and she's saving herself for marriage. I respect that, and it doesn't make her any less fun to be with."

"True," Kim agreed, "But then, you're giving Amanda the bone," she giggled as Ron blushed again, "and you've never made any secret of the fact that you don't date exclusively."

"Well, there is that," Ron agreed.

"I should never have agreed to go steady with Josh," she sighed again, mournfully. "Think of all the boys I could have gone out with." She looked up at Ron again. "I think I'll take my cue from you. I'm gonna go out with every boy in Middleton High," she proclaimed imperiously.

"All two thousand of them?" Ron asked in a gently mocking tone.

"All two thousand," Kim confirmed.

"Even freshmen and nerds?"

"Even them," Kim nodded.

"Well, I admire your determination," Ron said, and Kim grinned, "but I don't think you can manage it, even with two hundred days of school left."

"I can sure try," Kim assured him.