Ron's Worst Nightmares
The Hammer
By Pat Squared
(1) This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own any of the character or the rights to KIM POSSIBLE. They belong to Disney.
(2) This is rated T (Provisionally) for some indirect sexual references and language that is unacceptable to the FCC.
(3) Thank you for wading through the legal bull. If you like what you read, PLEASE WRITE A REVIEW. Twenty seconds of your time can inspire a budding author to go the extra mile.
(4)If you expects a fluffy love story ... ain't gonna happen. Love is pain, enjoy it, understand it, or fate is gonna use the cat o'nine tails on your sorry rump.
START OF STORY
Ron Stoppable woke up smelling the rank odor of sweet, stale booze, and vomit. Two years of culinary school only made his nose more aware of the offending odors saturating the unfamiliar room.
Ron's right arm was numb as if the circulation was cut off, but his stomach and head told him that he celebrated way too hard last night.
Last night was the post-finals party for the quarter.
Unlike the dumb jocks with their Paps or whatever cheap beer was on sale by the keg, the culinary art students tried to upscale their debauchery with expensive imported liquor (Even at wholesale prices) and high-end cuisine (Doesn't absorb any damn alcohol).
Last nights Bacchus Festaval started with the pre-dinner cocktail and ended ... somewhere.
The weight on his shoulder told Ron that he was not the only one who drank too much and crapped out on theliving room floor at the party. However, Ron was the only one under a blanket.
Ron peeked under the blanket. He was wearing ... nothing. The red-head clinging to his chest was wearing nothing either. His ... His thing was sticky with blood and semen and stuck to her flesh.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit ... I ... Kim ... no protection ... black hole – Mr. Dr. P. is gonna send me on the first availible pod to the nearest black hole...
Ron had just managed to effed up a fifteen year friendship with his best friend last night.
Once they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Ron and Kim dated for a few weeks at the end of their junior year in high school, but it was weird for KP's sense of comfort.
Kim Possible broke off that particular aspect of their relationship back in senior year at Middleton saying that it felt like she was dating him was like a girl going out on play dates with her brother.
If Ron Stoppable was Roman Catholic, he would be ideal priest material. He seemed to be everyone's shoulder to cry upon, but no one would thing of him as a life partner.
Ron, being Ron, was hurt, but couldn't argue with her logic. He just mutely accepted the fact that she did not think of him that way.
Even if he loved her and wanted to be her husband, he knew that he was not worthy of her.
She was Kim Possible, teen superhero, and he was ... the buffoon, the distraction.
Only Monkey Fist and Shego ever remembered his name or acknowledged his existance. To the other villains and fans of Team Possible, he was just comic relief while Kim defeated the bad guys and saved the day.
Kim was in a way the sister he never had. That was fate's decreed for Ron Stoppable.
So she went off and dated Monkey Boy, while Ron was stuck with Madam Palm and her five daughters as his lifetime mate.
Kimonly came with him because he needed a date to attend the dinner party. It was a Just Pals diner date. Just some good food, a good glass of wine.
He never intended to ...
Ron get a hold of yourself. It is not the end of the world. Maybe, Kim planned it. She poured the drinks for the both of us. May we can ...
A dizziness spell andhis brain playing tom-toms in his skull cannedRon's line of thoughts and his hopes.
Ron closed his eyes hoping that maybe he would return back to his sleep and that this was just another sick dream.
It couldn't be real. I am never this lucky. Kim never wanted me ... This way...
Ron did the only thing he knew how to do. He merely hugged Kim and waited for fate to drop the hammer.