Adventures in Babysitting

Chapter 1

Let Me Tell You A Story

Kim typed up her report on the computer, glad to end another mission quick and flawlessly. Though her temporary partner wasn't exactly her cup of tea but until she could find one, it would have to do. She missed working with Ron. Speaking of Ron, she looked at the clock on her computer; 11:45pm. He should be home soon from babysitting. She heard the door and raised a brow, that had been fast. She heard dripping as she sent her email.

"Hey Hun, home early are... Oh my god Ron!" said Kim as she turned around to see him.

Ron stood in the doorway, dripping wet, his clothes held tares, scorch marks, what looked suspiciously like blood, and was twitch as if he had just been through some sort of electric jolts. Ron's face was emotionless but he was breathing hard as if he had ran home and not drove. Though she didn't remember hearing a car. She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a hand as if indicating he was catching his breath.

"You want to know what happened Kim?" asked Ron, he glare, "Do you!?"

"Ohm, is that blood?" asked Kim, looking at his clothes, Ron waved a dismissive hand.

"It's not mine," he said calmly.

"That makes only slightly less concerning," said Kim with wide eyes, "What happened?"

"You want to know what happened? I'll tell you. Ten years ago..." Ron was cut off.

"Tonight Ron... Just tonight," said Kim, Ron took a deep breath.

"Well, it all started three days ago and that's the shortest I can make it," said Ron as he flopped on the ground in front of Kim and began.

Ron looked at his resumes, and once again realized they were useless. While helping save the world was hard-work and dedication... it did nothing trying to get a job that involved Engineering and Developing. He could only list Global Justice under GJ Enterprise which would state he was a guard. Sure he'd sent out resume after resume, but what good did it do. He had more qualifications to go back to Bueno Nacho according to this, and honestly, Ron was thinking about it. He'd gotten a call back for an intern that didn't pay and was only temporary. He scrolled online looking for more job openings that he could maybe finagle into.

"How's it going?" asked Kim, kissing the top of his head, he could feel groan, "Back at it again."

"All the contacts we have and it can barely get me to have an interview. You know the one I had last week, spent the whole time pointing out every reason I should stay on missions, rather then in a casual work environment," sighed Ron, "So now I am refreshing and re-sending to even a minimal level. I would take babysitting at this point."

"Don't knock babysitting, that's how we afforded nearly everything back in high school," said Kim with a smirk, jokingly pushing him in the arm, "Anyways, I'm sure there's something. If someone like Maxwell Paulson can make it into a security level job with barely the bat of an eyelash, you can find a decent job in your field."

"Ah, Dr. Pulse," said Ron, Kim rolled her eyes, "Hey since he and Joss broke out, sorry Toxiss, they have requested to be referred to as such, and you got to respect a Villain's name choice."

"Anyways, if he can manage to get a job at a place like the Monarch Institute, then you can get a job. You have way more to offer then he did," said Kim, kissing his cheek, "I'm going to make dinner, any requests?"

"Anything's fine," he smiled at Kim as she walked out of the office and down the stairs, he looked at the computer, "Kim's right Rufus, people get into jobs by luck all the time or contacts."

"Uh huh," said Rufus, Ron began scrolling, and Rufus made a frantic motion towards one.

"This one?" asked Ron, he clicked on it, "Looking for an Assistant with Engineering, Social, and Lab experience. Must be environmentally conscious, available to work days and occasional nights. Part time, but Full time applicable. At least four years of college. Apply in person... Rufus there isn't even a name here. It's probably one of those scams again. I'm not falling for that a third time."

"Uh uh..." Rufus began pointing to the address listed and typing it in his phone.

"What... oh," Ron looked at the address and smirked, but it faltered, "Rufus, what are the odds of getting an interview if you've drugged and kidnapped the boss?"

"Lily, did you get my notes on the updates for... Stoppable," said Drakken as he came out of his office to see Ron talking to Lily, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to talk to you," said Ron, nervously.

"You live at the end of the same block, you could just walk over," said Drakken, he looked suspicious, "Why?"

"I just feel like, I should formally apologize for the whole drug and kidnap thing," said Ron, holding up a large basket, "I remembered you like Hot co... Cocoa Moo as you call it."

"... that was months ago, why now?" asked Drakken, he looked uneasy, "Are those drugged. Are you and Possible..."

"No, no," said Ron quickly, "None of them are drugged, just a friendly gesture."

"Okay," said Drakken, he still looked like he might go back into his office and lock the door, but looked behind Ron, "Sheila, Stoppable brought beverages."

Ron turned to see Shego slowing in her pace towards him. She was clearly here for lunch with Drakken as she was wearing casual clothes and held a satchel of something on her arm, hanging near her growing waist. She seemed to hesitate and give him a slight glare as she looked between him and the basket before looking around them. As if assessing if this was a setup or not. She chose to walk passed Ron towards Drakken.

"You look lovely, Sheila," said Ron, with abroad grin.

"I look seven months pregnant, I haven't slept in two days, I smell like my daughter's melted barbie, and I know I am wearing two different shoes, but I don't care because my heel got stuck in an escalator earlier and I didn't feel like changing both of them. What do you want Stoppable?" asked Shego as Drakken took to bag from her.

"I wanted to apologies..." said Ron, but Shego's expression had yet to change, Drakken's had, he was looking at Shego's shoes with a raised brow.

"For bothering us during lunch, for your jet-pack setting fire to out roses, for running over our mailbox, for..." Shego looked like she had a list ready to go.

"I meant the kidnapping thing, but those too," said Ron, he'd forgotten about that.

"With, Hot Cocoa, muffins, and a Bueno Nacho gift card," said Shego, glancing at it.

"If you don't want to gift card," said Lily with a shrug.

"You eat there for free," said Drakken with an eye roll.

"How do you eat there for free?" asked Ron, deviating from the subject to look at Lily.

"My Dad's a Manager, and Uncle Drew," said Lily with a shrug, "I still like gift cards."

"Why does that factor in?" asked Ron, looking at Drakken, Drakken looked annoyed.

"You know I still own Bueno Nacho, right?" asked Drakken, throwing his hands up and going into his office.

"Wait? What? But didn't you... I'm so confused," said Ron, he took the chance to follow the two in.

"So what's the real reason for the basket?" asked Drakken, still looking at Shego's feet as she sat down.

"I really want to make it up to you the whole, stepping over boundaries things... and destroying your property," said Ron, hopefully.

"For just the whole few months or on an entity of knowing you," said Shego, she looked at Drakken, who she'd noticed staring at her feet, "What?"

"Nothing," said Drakken, he looked at Ron, "Well?"

"I don't count the whole evil thing in this. I mean, that was ages ago," said Ron, Shego and Drakken shrugged.

"We appreciate the gesture... did you at least bring the other shoe," asked Drakken looking at Shego as she unpacked the food, "I'll change it for you."

"No," said Shego, not breaking eye contact as she put the food out.

"Why wouldn't you..." Drakken was obviously fixated on current issues.

"Listen Stoppable, the basket's nice and all, but it hardly makes up the mail box let alone the whole kidnapping thing," said Shego, with a sigh.

"In his defense, we kidnapped him a number of times," said Drakken, Shego's leg moved, "Ow!"

"Is there any way..." Ron was cut off as Shego's phone rang and she groaned as she answered it, Ron waited, as did Drakken.

"So, what kind of muffins are they?" asked Drakken after a few seconds.

"Banana Nut," said Ron, Drakken nodded in approval, "Is there anyway..."

"Hold on," said Drakken as his phone went off, Ron stood there as Shego got off the phone.

"None of the can watch them," said Shego with a groan, Drakken's eyes went wide and he hung up the phone, "She can't either."

"No, apparently there's a bowling competition I wasn't aware my mother was a part of," said Drakken, Shego's brow rose.

"We went to her last game," said Shego, "We were there for four hours."

"I thought you went bowling with her, the girl's and I were at the Arcade the whole time," said Drakken, Shego's eyes narrowed.

"I forgot I'm still mad at you for that," said Shego as she took away what Ron was sure was a desert of some kind, "Guess we'll have to cancel. I'm not leaving them with Eddie again."

"I suppose..." Drakken began.

"I can watch the girl's," said Ron, and for the life of him, he didn't know why, "I'm assuming that's what your talking about. I can watch them."

"Excuse me?" asked Shego, shock on her face, "Did you just ask us to intrust our children with you. The same person who is here for starting our garden on fire, running over our mail box, and kidnapping us?"

"Yes..." said Ron, nervously, Drakken and Shego looked at each other, "I'll go it for free."

"How's this Friday?" asked Drakken quickly.

To Be Continued