With this I begin my first attempt at writing a KP fanfic. Yep, I'm a newbie.

My goals with this story are a) to introduce a degree of realism (people get hurt, they bleed, they might even die), (b) make a reasonable attempt at staying true to KP Canon (although, as you'll quickly see, I'm not reluctant to bring some real-world bits and pieces into the story), and c) have lots of fun writing it.

As with every chapter to follow, Kim Possible and all related characters (other than those of my own creation for the purpose of this story) are the property of The Walt Disney Company. Everything else is all mine.

Ron stood by Kim's locker late on a Friday afternoon, chatting with her while she gathered her things together to take home for the weekend.

"Man, I'm beat!" Ron groaned. "It's tough enough dealing with a first full week of Senior-level classes, but to go on three missions is a bit much…."

"…Monday Monkey Fist tried to release all the monkeys in captivity in the U.S.", Kim recalled. "He probably would have succeeded, too, had we not shared his entire plan with the ALF crew assisting him. When they found out he wasn't going to release the monkeys into the wild, ALF bailed and took the command code with them."

"Wade was able to hack into ALF's central computer before they were able to regroup and plan their own release strategy. Now, the release software is booby trapped. If anyone tries to launch the program without entering the correct password, all of the central computer's storage drives will be erased."

"Nasty!" Ron interjected.

"Wade must have been in one of his "moods", because he told me that even if ALF's IT gurus managed to break the password, he has rigged the program so they will have to spend days trying to manually uninstall and reinstall the it."

"Meanwhile, Global Justice agents have been scrambling all over the country to find the remote controlled release devices and destroy them. According to Wade, they expect to be done sometime this weekend."

"Well, that should take care of Monkey Fist and ALF for a while", Ron added.

"Let's see, what did we have to do Tuesday? Oh, yeah, Duff Killigan. The dude gets out of prison early thanks to "Time Off for Good Behavior" and barely has time to make a fresh pot of haggis…"

"Ack! Haggis!" Rufus gagged.

"…in his castle in Scotland before he's off somewhere to create yet another huge driving range or whatever."

"This time it was to turn New Brunswick, Canada, into an enormous seventy-two-hole golf course", said Kim.

"Why New Brunswick?" Ron asked.

"While we were waiting for Global Justice to arrive and escort him back to prison, he explained it to me. New Brunswick reminds him a lot of home, although without the castles, of course. Lately he's grown tired of playing the course on his estate over and over again. Scotland is blanketed with golf courses but they are packed sunrise to sunset."

"So, he decided to create a second course, somewhere he could play if he wasn't able to get a tee time back home. I tried to explain to him that what he did was wrong."

"Yeah, it's always a good idea to ask for permission before you turn someone's province into a golf course", said Ron.

Kim laughed. "Killigan said he didn't need to ask for permission. Besides, he thought he was doing them a favor. All the men do in the province is fish all day and drink ale in the bars at night. He figured they'd love to have something else to do, and would welcome all the tourist money from visiting golfers."

"Well, it sounds like his heart was in the right place, sort of, even if his head wasn't", Ron observed.

Kim went on. "Finally, yesterday afternoon, Wade called me on the Kimmunicator, saying there had been yet another break-in at a top-secret lab on the East Coast. At first I feared that Drakken and Shego had broken out of prison. Wade assured me that Drakken and Shego were still safely locked up in that high-security prison out in the desert."

"Thankfully, it turned out to be a false alarm, but no one bothered to pass along the word to Wade until we had already started our parachute drop to the site."

"Hey, it wasn't a complete waste of time, was it?" asked Ron. "I mean, the Ronster more than doubled his previous time record for free-falling during a drop."

"Well, that's true", Kim replied. "You did manage to wait a whole minute before pulling the cord on your parachute." She grinned. "Just don't get a big head because of it."

"You got a lot of homework this weekend?"

"Yeah, every one of my teachers handed out assignments that are due on Monday. Isn't there some law against that sort of thing?" moaned Ron.

"You wish. I've got a ton of homework, too", agreed Kim.

"Well, let's head home. After I drop you off, I think I'm going to head home and crash on the living room couch 'til dinner. That sound okay to you, Rufus?" Ron asked his naked mole rat buddy.

Rufus slowly emerged from his usual spot inside Ron's cargo pants pocket, stretched while making a long yawn and nodded.

Hand in hand, Kim and Ron proceeded down the high school hallway, out the doors, down the stairs and steered their way toward Ron's car.

"Wanna drive, KP?"

"No, thanks. I'll let you be the chauffer."

Ron walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Kim. Bowing, he gestured with his arm to indicate that she may enter.

"Such a gentleman!"

"For you, my dear, only the best will do."

Once Kim was seated and buckled in, Ron closed the door, went around the driver's side and climbed it. He started the car and let it idle.

"You know, Ron, I just can't get over how adorable this little car is. The plush interior is so cozy, and I love the sunroof."

"Glad you like the sunroof, KP. You know, it doubles as a moon roof, too."

"Sooo, what could you possibly be hinting at?" Kim asked mischievously.

"Oh, nothing you wouldn't have thought of doing eventually", Ron answered with a wink.

"The only thing I think I would change is the color", Kim continued. "Every time I see that color of green, it reminds me of the time at the carnival a couple of years ago, when you downed six or seven chili cheese dogs, got on that ride and …."

"I know, I know", Ron interrupted, "I threw up on the circus clown and ended up having to pay for his outfit to be dry-cleaned. And there was a double charge on the pants, too. How many times do I have to hear that story?"

"Well, if you end up marrying me, probably at least once a year for the rest of your life," teased Kim with a smile.

"Oh, the sacrifices I will have to make", said Ron with a smile of his own.

Putting the car in gear, Ron slowly drove out the high school parking lot and onto the street.

"The jocks still giving you a hard time over your car?" asked Kim.

"Not as much as before Brick went off to college, but they still yell things like "What did you do, put a sidecar and a roof on your old motorbike?" and "Did you buy that so your naked mole rat could drive it, too?""

"It really doesn't bother me any more."

"Why not?" asked Kim.

"The last two fill-ups I kept careful track of my gas mileage, then compared the results with the miles per gallon ratings for a few of those huge pickups and SUVs the football players drive. Would you believe I'm getting over three times the miles per gallon that they are?"

"That's quite a difference!" exclaimed Kim.

"No kidding. I remember not being too enthusiastic when Dad insisted I get a small fuel-efficient car. Now I'm glad he did insist, especially since I have to pay for the gas."

"He tracked down this model on the Internet. Believe it or not, one of his classmates at NYU owned the hatchback version of this car. Same year but his was white."

"Well, here we are, at the Possible abode. So, any big plans for a Friday night?"

"Now that you mention it", Kim replied, "If a certain handsome young man, refreshed from some crash time, a shower and a good home-cooked meal, were willing to offer to take a certain beautiful young woman out for a movie and a walk in the park, I'm reasonably confident that certain young woman would accept the offer."

"Only "reasonably confident"?" asked Ron, "Why not "quite certain"?"

"Because, I don't want you to take me for granted. That's why."

"Gottcha. I'll call you after supper. Why don't you check the theater's movie schedule at their website to see what's playing tonight. It's your turn to pick."

Kim leaned over and gave Ron a quick kiss, opened her door and climbed out.

Leaning back in the open window, she said, "Let's make tonight semi-casual, okay? I've got a new outfit that I think you will like. Why don't you surprise me with one of those new shirt and pants combos Monique and I picked out for you a few weeks ago?"

"Your wish is my command, my dear."

"Oh, and Ron, remember: no Rufus."

"Aww, he's had a tough week, too. Can't we make an exception just this once? P-l-e-a-s-e?"

"No, Ron. We made this agreement and I'm going to hold you to it. When we go out on a date, Rufus doesn't come along. I love Rufus, too. He's been an important part of our lives for almost five years and he has played a crucial role in our missions."

"You and I are no longer "just best friends"; we're "boyfriend and girlfriend". We need our time alone. Understand?"

"Yeah, you're right", sighed Ron, "Sorry, good buddy. Guess you'll be spending another night with Monique."

Rufus gave Ron a pout look and sulked.

"Uh, Ron, actually, Rufus can't spend the night with Monique. She's doing some overtime at Club Banana, and then she and Felix were planning to go out somewhere."

"So where will Rufus stay then?"

"The Tweebs have wanted to have him over again ever since they watched him help rescue you and Zita from the Everlot game. Sounds like they would like some game lessons from "The Tunnel Lord".

"Okay, just as long as Jim and Tim don't get any more ideas about using Rufus as a test pilot for one of their rockets."

"Not to worry, Ron. The Tweebs know that if they mess this up they will be so busted."

"If you don't hear from me by six-thirty, beep me on my Ronnunicator", said Ron

"Will do. Love you."

Kim waved as Ron's car drove off down the street toward the Stoppable residence.