Author's Devious Note:
I consider myself to be an experimental writer, who enjoys to look at things from different angles, different perspectives.
Let's take, just for example... KiGo.
How could it look like from Ron's eyes? From a Ron who dearly beloves his little KP, and cares about her? Plus, let's add that this Ron has been more than a little shaken by that little Zorpox accident a few months before the events of Stop Team Go!, and, even if now he's far from evil, he showed himself to be a cunning boy... what would he do to prevent a disaster?Here you can find the first part of my answer.
Enjoy, and see you at the end of the story.
So, shh! Light's off! The fanfic is going to begin.

Buona lettura.

Stop Team Kigo!

Part One

It was far from common to see Ron Stoppable in Doctor Director's office. At least, not by himself.
Betty raised her eyebrow when the boy closed the door behind himself; as he turned, her eyebrow came down, making her frown.
Stoppable had a strange look in his eyes.

"There was something you would like to talke me about..." she made a brief pause, not sure how to address him when he was alone, "...Mr. Stoppable?"
The boy reached for one of the chairs before her desk, ad sat down, not dropping his gaze from her face for even a single instant.

"Yes..." he said slowly. "You know about a certain Miss Go, I presume."
I presume? Betty's eyebrow tried to raise again at the boy's choice of words, but the woman kept it at bay. There was something strange with Ron's behaviour. She just nodded slowly; the boy's eyes grew a little.
"And you didn't do anything."
This time, Betty frowned a little.
"No, Mr. Stoppable. What should we do, in your opinion?"
A smirk grew on the boy's lips; he reached for one of his pockets and took out a little plastic folder. He cleaned it from naco's crumbs, and handed it to Dr. Director. When the woman didn't take it, the boy sighed and opened the folder, putting one photo after another on the table, faced down. When the folder was half empty, he closed it again and put it on the desk, not far from his left hand.
"These" he explained, "are precisely the reason why you should do something..." he turned the first one up, and pushed it under Betty's eyes. "... as soon as possible."
Betty took a final glance at the boy's face before slowly taking the picture in her hands. It was of Kimberly, wearing a purple dress, and Miss Go, in a room. Embracing.
"And what should this mean, Mr. Stoppable? Kimberly is a very open person, and she can hug whoever she likes."
The boy smirk just grew.

"It was what I was used to think, too. Now... Dr. Director, please take a look at..." he chose two other photos, and this time he gave them to her without turning them up, "...these two."
And betty did as he said. The first one showed Kimberly, holding shopping bags and Miss G... Shego talking, a smile hanging on both of their lips, the teenage heroine's arm resting on top of Shego's shoulder. The second, showed them at a table, laughing like they were best friends since forever.
She let the faintest smile crawling up to her lips, then she put down the pictures and looked back at the boy.
"Mr. Stoppable, if you are worried that the frien... a friendship between Kimberly and Shego could mean less time for you two as a couple, I can assure you that your girlfriend will never put her at first place."
The boy just crossed his arms, and for the first time looked away from Betty's face.
"I'm afraid that first place you are talking about is already taken," Betty smile was crushed down from the boy's next words. "and not by me." He rose his gaze again. "You see, Dr. Director, it's not a matter of jealousy. I know well my place in Kim's life. Our... relationship is something I only dreamed about, something that even now seems to me more likely a dream than reality. Booyah."
Betty Director was once again startled at the boy's choice of words. Where was the shy doofus she was used to? This was becoming interesting.
"No, Betty..." she was surprised by the sudden use of her name, and her frown returned. "We are not talking about me. We are talking about Kim. Or, better... "he took in is hand one of the picture, and tapped with his finger at Shego's laughing form, "...Kim's future."

Elisabeth Director was silent for an instant, then held out both of her hands, and smiled.

"Mr. Stoppable, I can understand your worries, but you are not considering two things..." she held out a finger. "In the first place, Kimberly has a moral integrity I rarely saw in another person on this planet. Maybe Gandhi. But, my point is... my point is... that Kimberly Ann Possible cannot become evil more than you can stop eating nacos, or abandon that naked mole rat of yours on the street." between herself, Betty wondered where the small animal were. It didn't seem to be with the boy. Maybe that meant something. "Second, and not less important, Shego is under the effect of the Attitudinator, and therefore unable to act, or even to think, evil. So, even if she would have to have an influence of some sort on Kim's life... I doubt that will be a bad one."
She joined her hands and waited for the feeble, embarassed response of the boy. That didn't come. Instead, Mr. Possible was showing a sad smile, like Betty was a spoiled kid who just didn't understand something trivial. She started to be annoyed by his behaviour.
"Gandhi, you say. If I remember well, Gandhi also said that if you have violence in your heart, you have to get rid of it."
Maybe even a little worried.
"If you have paid attention to my words, Dr. Director, you could have noticed that I was not talking about an influence of any kind, but about the future. But first, I'd like you to show you a couple of photos more."
He turned the last three pictures and handed them to Betty, who took them, this time more eagerly. She wanted to end this as soon as possible, and send the boy back on the tracks of reason.
The pictures all showed the same scene, with what seemed a gap of seconds between them: Miss Go comforting Kimberly, who was holding a book... they seemed to be in school this time... comforting her, hugging her, and at last, a zoom on Kimberly's and Shego's smiles.
Betty Director huffed.
"I want to know how you took these, or who did it for you. And, still, I fail to see your point, if you even have one. I had already provided and answer to your irrational fears, Mr. Stoppable, and I'm a very busy woman, so, if you have nothing more for me than a couple of shots, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."
If she had hoped a little threat could force the boy out of his mask of over self-confidence, she was disappointed. He just closed his eyes, and curved a little his back.

"You do remember the accident, don't you?"
That took Betty by surprise, if anything could. She paused before answering him, in a low voice.
"Yes. But that doesn't prove anything."
The boy smirked again, then chuckled.
"If you allow me, Dr. Director, I was there, not you. I'm afraid that does prove something. Shego was... lucky, that night."
Betty joined her hands again. She didn't know if she was saying this to him or to herself.
"She has proved herself to be exceptionally resistant to physical harm, Mr. Possible. Even an electrocution like that couldn't kill her or, even wound her. She came out of that pylon with just a couple of fried hairs."
The boy nodded.
"Yes. But that doesn't mean that an electrocution and tons of metal crushing over you don't cause pain. And..." he lowered again his voice, "...when you are thinking about causing harm to someone, you don't think about one's ability to withstand physical harm. Been there, done that." he stopped for a moment, like if he were reorganizing his thoughts. "I took those photos. In all these years, I learned how to use a gizmo or two, like a micro-camera. And I took them to you because it seemed to me that no one was really thinking, is really thinking about what's happening with KP and... Shego."
Betty Director pointed her joined fingers to the boy.
"Very well; now that you have exposed your thoughts, I'm afraid I will have to ask you to get out, Mr. Stoppable. I will think about your idea and I will let you know if I will think there's something that has to be done about it. Now, it's been a pleasure to talk to you..." She held out her hand, but the boy didn't take it. He just uncrossed his arms, and put them on the table; she gazed at her again with that condescending look. But before Betty opened her mouth, ready to order him to leave, the boy spoke in a very low and calm tone.
"I came here to explain myself, Dr. Director. If it was just about me, you would have me running out of the door right now. But we're talking about KP, and I won't go away until I'll have made my point clear. Note serious face." He pointed hid finger to his face and paused. When Betty said nothing, he started again. "You are afraid, yes. You are afraid that your precious Kim Possible depends on someone else than your ability to take her from a corner to the other of the globe. You are very, very afraid of the chance that she loses it. That, deep down, Kim could be not capable to hold herself, to remain to the right side."
Betty Director felt the opposite forces of her bruised pride and of her awoken fear battling together for dominance; her pointed fingers trembled a little under the pressure, but the boy didn't seemed to notice. Or, maybe, he noticed, but he didn't mind.

"I know you studied Kim's psychology for years, and I can bet, say, a month's furniture of naco's that you pressed on your experts to revise every report on her mind after the accident." he paused, "Now, what the results of those reports could have been?"
He scratched his chin, and looked for an instant to the ceiling.
"I just won a month's furniture of naco's, so let's bet two month's furniture... that the majority of them said exactly the same thing: Kim wanted to kill Shego when she tossed her on that pylon."

Author's Devious Foot Note:

Da-daan!
What if Kim really wanted Shego dead? And why she didn't collapse on her fault's weigth yet?
The answers in the second part...

Now. Did you liked this glimpse at the Ron Man's point of view on KiGo? Who's able to stand face to face with Dr. Freaking Director for his girlfriend's sake!
What do you think?
Did you like it?
And, did I make the same, old grammar mistakes (damn non-English-writer thing! I'll overcome you!) or I actually managed to make new, exciting grammar mistakes?

The answers... well, only you can answer these question.
I'm waiting for you.

A presto!