Here we Go, part two.
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Part Two

Then he stopped talking.

Betty Director felt her shoulders lowering and her lost eye itch. She resisted to the urge to scratch it, and instead let her fingers disjoin themselves and falling on the desk. She looked deeply in the boy's eyes and caught something she never saw before: a mix of confidence, hope and iron will that she was sure was present only in a handful of person on the Earth. Between those, Kimberly Ann Possible and herself.

Maybe that "Ron Factor" study wasn't such a loss of time, after all.

"Yes. Now, you have to tell me how you knew about those reports, or who said that to you."

The boy shrugged, a smirk hanging again on his lips.

"I bluffed. After being chipped for months, you start to think a little paranoid, and start to appreciate its benefits."

If only this was not a so serious situation, Betty could have actually being pleased by the boy's cleverness. But he was an amateur, and she was a professional.

"Very good, Ron, very good indeed. Then, you would also know that those same reports pointed out the fact that Kim regretted her action, and, with a chance of over ninetytwo point seven percent, she would never let herself feel the same rage again, under any circumstances. So, why are you worried, if you know Kim so well? It was en experience that helped her, in the end. And no one got hurt."

The boy nodded again.

"You are right, Betty. No one got hurt, that time. But you know that an experience like that changes you. And Kim is changed, after that night. We changed." He pointed at himself. "And for the better, I won't deny it. But if you think Kim will be able to keep at bay that night for the rest of her life, you... you are a fool."

If only her pride wouldn't be crushed yet, she would have slapped him. Or something less physical, but equally satisfying. But now there was no time for pride, only for that lurking fear that from time to time kept her awake in the middle of the night.

"I will pass on the last word, Mr. Stoppable. But, now, what are suggesting really? That Kimberly takes helping sessions?"

"No. And thank you for not minding my... slipped word." Betty smirked. "What I'm trying to say it's that we don't have to be afraid of what Kim could become–" he held out a hand. "- yes, I know, I talked about future, but follow me a little on this ride, please; what I'm saying is that we have to be afraid of what will happen when Kim will realize that she's not a complete goody-two-shoes, for saying and understatement. Of what she already is. And we have to know how to delay that moment as long as possible."

He reached for the folder, and opened it again.

"That's why I took those pictures, to allow you to face that Kim is on a very slippery slope, that I'm the only thing holding her, and that Shego can draw her down, even if she's currently good." he took out two pictures. "Shego and Kim took photos together. Nothing worrying? Maybe. But how is possible that two girls who tried to beat themselves for years could become friends for life in the space of a couple of days? That's wrongsick."

Betty looked at the faces on the photo, silent as always. She was not convinced, but the boy may actually have a point.

"Well, Mr. Stoppable, she's the girl who can do anything."

The boy held out both of his hands and laughed a little.

"Come on, Miss Dr. Director! That's a lame excuse! No, truth is, they had known each other for years, and even worked together once or twice. They respect each other, and, actually, Shego saved Kim's life." Betty nodded. She remembered. "They are way more similar than they could think. And that's precisely what worries me."

He paused. When he started again, his voice was low.

"It's not normal to be friends just after a handful of days, not after what they passed through in the last three years and a half. Kim is not just like you and me; and Shego is more similar to her than anyone else." He took a pause, again. Betty saw that the next phrase would be particularly hard to say. "They are... attracted to each other."

Betty raised again the eyebrow. What was this boy talking about? Kimberly could not be a... there was no evidence in reports of such thing as sexual disfunctions.

"Again," Ron answered, shaking his head, "you have not been there, you have not seen those fights; at least, give me the benefit of the doubt, Dr. Director. But I meant attraction more in a gravitational way than a... romantic one. They are... bound to orbit together, like a red planet and a green star."

He looked to her directly in the eye, focusing all his gaze in that single point.

"And do you know what keeps Kim from starting to have thoughts? Who? Me. It's part of what it means being friend since pre-K, other than just boyfriend. Maybe your mind-shrinkers think that it's all on herself, maybe they think that it's just a miracle she's been so stable nevertheless she saves the world two times per week. Wrong. Wrong and sick. It's me."

His palm on his chest, he kept talking.

"When she needs a little confidence, when she needs being kept with her feet on the ground, when she's not sure she's doing the right thing... who's there? Monique? Her mom? You? No. It's me, booyah, me!" His other hand closed itself in a fist. "But now... Miss Go is here, Miss Go is there. And when Miss Go and Kim will begin to talk together about that little pylon accident, and what that meant... what do you think will happen!"

Betty stood silent, while her thoughts were running on each other, trying to be the first to came to the surface and survive the onslaught of emotions she was feeling. What do you think will happen? Visions of Kimberly crying, tearing her clothes apart from the anger, the disgust, the sorrow she was feeling for herself... visions of Kimberly leaving her home, quitting the school, the missions, disowning everything she had worked for. And, at last, a vision of Kimberly in a red and black catsuit, with an harlequin motif...
Betty shook her head. What the boy was saying wasn't logic, wasn't supported by any psychological report... but he ha showed to share her fears, and her feelings that something was amiss whit Kimberly. She had to concede him a point.

"But," she added, still willing to avoid what she thought was his plan,"what if Kimberly actually becomes a better person from talking with Shego about herself? After all, Shego is good now, she won't permit to Kimberly to harm herself or others. Did you consider this?"

The boy chuckled, and shook his head.

"If only, this could make things worse. If Kim actually cares and trusts Shego enough to talk to her about that night, and she realizes that... her and Shego are much more similar than she could think... and that the only reason Shego is actually good is the Attitudinator, how do you think she will think about the "good" Shego is?"

Betty sighed.

"Unnatural. Forced. Wrong."

The boy nodded.

"Which means that the only outcome of that situation is Kim trying to restore her old enemy's personality. And at that point, who knows what will happen..."

Betty tried the last line of defense.

"But she will never try a thing like that, knowing what Shego could do..."

"Are you sure? We would have a very confused Kim, a very angered Kim, who doesn't know who she is, what she wants, and knows that the most likely person to help her, to tell her what to do is trapped into her own mind." he paused and exhaled."The point is that Shego has been there, has done that. She was as good as KP... and now look at what she has became. Kim could get answers from her. Well, it's likely she actually has them. But at that point... how will Kim really know that what Shego is saying to her is true, and not an effect of the Attitudinator? Plus, she will understand that no one actually tried to free Shego."

Elizabeth Director felt the grave weight of fault heaving on her shoulder. The boy was right.

"Not even herself, which will augment her anger and hatred for herself, and for us. For the people who should be her family, her friends, her allies. I guess," he said, and exhaled again, "that she will be very, very pissed off. Not mentioning totally ballistic... and with Shego on her side, this time. I would prefer to find another planet to live on, if this would become true. Even one without nacos."

He left those words hanging, and contented himself to look at Betty, who knew she had lost. Well, lost. He had just showed her what would have happened nevertheless. She exhaled and scratched her eyepatch.

"So, what are you suggesting?"

And here we are.
End part two.
This time, I added linespaces between lines and paragraphs, in order to make it easier to read.
Was it worth it?
And what do you think about this Ron?