Okay, so much to catch up on. I'm sorry it's been so long, since I've written a chapter for this. I have two online courses and one home-schooling course at the same time, and I've been tending to housework, so I get a little busy.
Anyways, I hope I can continue this story to your liking. I have a few fun ideas yet. Please, read and enjoy. By the way, I apologize for the pun. I'm probably going to title the chapters like that a lot. There are good reasons, though. They relate to the chapters.
Chapter 2
The Kim-pact Ron Has on Us
Hope stretched her back as she sat down in a chair after the late shift. "Well, that was good. Ten more days, til the party, right?"
"Yeah." Marcella nodded. "Well, like, at least we got all those decorations up. Things should be ready, like, now, right?" She rubbed the back of her head, smiling, as she lounged in her chair.
"I don't know," Crystal looked around the restaurant with her fellow employees. "It's not as though we have the invitations made and sent yet."
"Invitations?" Liz jumped slightly. "We actually have to make the invitations? I thought Bonnie said that peolpe were just going to come to the party. I mean, it's open citywide, right?" She chuckled nervously.
"We did, but that's for the whole city. You know, at the downtown convention center, where we're going to cater." Crystal sighed and leaned back in her chair. "But I can understand the worry. I'm not so sure I want my dad to come, either."
"It can't be that bad." Jessica grinned broadly. "I mean, Ron's a really nice guy. And it is a party. Who doesn't like a party?"
"Yeah? Like, Jessica actually has a point for once. And I don't mean, like, dropping silverware." Marcella smiled and folded her hands together. "Ron is a great guy." She paused and placed a finger on her chin. "I wonder why I never noticed that."
Crystal rubbed her chin. "Well, if you were to ask me, I think-"
"It's because Stoppable was Kim's pet!" Bonnie walked in, staring down the other girls imperiously. "What do you think the problem was? Who stood between Ron and us the whole time?"
"Kim." Crystal nodded. "I thought as much. I mean, don't get me wrong. Kim helped us out a lot in cheerleading, but she was running around all the time. I mean, being captain of the cheerleading squad and being committee president would normally be more than a full plate is most people. She had that save the world thing going."
"Girl, I know where you're coming from." Monique smiled as she leaned on the back of Crystal's chair. "Kim was a great friend. She really was. But she did bail on a few things which I needed her for, too."
"Kim was gone a lot." Hope nodded. "That's for sure, but what does that have to do with Ron? I mean, I thought it was going to be Jessica's turn, after Tara stopped crushing on Ron and moved on to Josh Mankey."
"My turn?" Jessica blinked for a second. "Oh, you mean my turn to have a crush on Ron." She paused again as though this were a bizarre suggestion. She smiled and clapped her hands together. "Well, he did make a really good mascot! And he was a good football player, too."
"Yeah, like, so what does Kim have to do with Ron?" Marcella raised an eyebrow. "Was it because he and her would, like, run off together on those crazy adventures? Or was it something like Ron wouldn't have been the mascot if Kim wasn't, like, a cheerleader? Because wasn't she, like, a cheerleader with you and Tara in middle school?"
"You mean you didn't notice?" Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Honestly, I wonder about you sometimes, Marcella." She took a deep breath. "I mean, Ron would just follow her endlessly. It was almost sickening. And it was the fact that he acted more like a pet to Kim than Rufus does to him." She sighed. "Really, it was sad. If he could have acted like his own person."
"Than maybe you would have actually responded to Ron's invitations to a date?" Crystal raised an eyebrow. "Maybe Amelia, too. I mean, that's what happened, when he got the new haircut," she began counting on her fingers, "the multi-millionaire, the Oh Boys, that time when he was just spitting out all his honest feelings. That one made Kim a nervous wreck, but he had all the other girls eating out of the palm of his hand." She pulled out a notebook and flipped a couple pages. "Shall I continue?"
"No. No. That's enough." Bonnie huffed slightly. "Still, I mean, it's just, he is a great guy." She rubbed the back of her head and swallowed. "And if it wasn't for Kim, maybe he'd have had more of a social life..."
"I know what you're getting at, Bonnie." Monique tilted her head left to right, stretching her neck. "I mean, Ron and I had a lot of stuff going for us, but there was always that awkward Kim barrier. You know? She had him first as friends, and we didn't want to leave her as the third wheel."
"Oh, quit mincing around it!" Shego smirked as she sauntered up to the group. "If it wasn't for Kim, the boy would have had the confidence to actually get a date with you knuckleheads." She shook her head and chuckled. "It's embarrassing, I know, but I'm not gonna lie. He hit on me a few times. Wasn't a bad flirt. However, the princess usually had my attention, as I wanted to claw her eyes out. If it was just him and his little pet, then who knows? I admit, a little hero-villainess flirt banter would have been a relief from working with Drakken. But no! I had Kimmie practically breathing down my neck. Brawn is so boring." She coughed and lowered her voice, "Though I still want to claw the little diva's eyes out." She spoke up again. "But a suave guy would have been more my dish, if I were to order a hero."
"Speaking of which," Marcella pointed at Shego, "what, like, happened between you and the blue guy?"
"Yeah. I saw you guys on TV." Hope nodded. "You looked pretty cozy with that constrictor chrysanthemum around the two of you."
"I think it was kind of cute." Jessica giggled.
"Ugh. Okay, you see, right there!" Shego snapped her fingers, igniting her hand, startling the nearby Liz. "Okay, I don't want to think about that, all right? Drakken was seriously old enough to be my father. Now, age differences don't bother me. I mean, come on, I'm like six or seven years older than Ron. But an eighteen year age difference? I don't dig that sort of evil. Never did, never will. It was a publicity stunt, at most. And I still don't like to talk about it." She cleared her throat and exhaled heavily, relieving her powers. "I mean, if it was just Ron, it would have been a classic hero/villain's daughter romance thing going, you know. Real classic."
"I know what you mean about Kim interfering in things." Adrena Lynn swung down from one of the chandeliers, still hanging by her feet. "Boy, was that girl trouble. I mean, she had to flush my entire career down the toilet just because her parents didn't know how to raise her brothers."
"Wasn't she trying to save you or something?" Monique stared at the older blond woman curiously.
"Y-yeah. I remember seeing that on TV and in the newspaper." Liz swallowed. "You really did do some scary stunts, or were they all fake?"
Adrena shot a look that nearly gave Liz a heart attack. Once satisfied, she kicked the chandelier she was on gently, so she began spinning. She folded her hands behind her head. "Anyways, let's get back to business. Now, look, in case you bunc of stooges haven't figured it out, Adrena Lynn isn't my real name. My real name is Alexandria Lynx."
"No way!" Hope jumped up, practically squealing. "You're the younger sister of world famous skateboarder Cody Lynx?"
"Really?" Marcella laughed as she jumped up. "That is, like, so cool."
"SHUT UP! Don't you dare use that name around me!" Adrena Lynn snarled, scaring the two other girls back into their chairs.
"Hey, guys, I just heard some shouting." Ron stepped out of the kitchen and walked up to the group. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Ronnie." Bonnie leaned her head back and smiled. "Just girl talk. Things you wouldn't be interested in. A lot of hormones."
"Well, okay. But I don't want any fighting." Ron raised an eyebrow, ignorant of a couple blue sparks rushing through his hair for a split second. "I mean, we're all friends here, right?"
"Right!" All the girls gave him academy award grins, nodding mechanically.
It was an almost awkward moment for Ron as he walked back to the kitchen. "Well, if you guys need anything, I'm just making a late dinner, so feel free to order anything, if you want."
"We're good!"
Ron just kept walking back to the kitchen with what seemed like an odd staring contest, where all his female employees were watching him unblinkingly, until he entered the kitchen again.
With Ron safely out of earshot, Adrena coughed. "Anyways, like I said, I don't want to hear that guy's name. And I want you guys to keep calling me Adrena Lynn. You have no idea what is was like suffering beneath that toad." She huffed. "For years, my parents were impressed with his skateboarding, praised his dangerous stunts, always attended his big performances. Me? I was their little girl. I was supposed to sit behind a stupid little flute or on the stool for a piano, and my idiot relative was allowed to live out his dreams." She grit her teeth. "Well, you can bet that didn't fly with me, when I left home. I took to the road, and I became my own stuntwoman. Sure, I faked a few stunts, but I impressed the socks off of even his fans." She rolled her eyes. "Then Miss Goody-two-shoes had to 'save' me and mess everything up."
Ms. Lynn sighed. "Seriously, and why'd she do it? Because I was a bad influence on her little brothers. It's called entertainment. If her parents can't keep her own idiot relatives from killing themselves, then they need to be more responsible parents. I shouldn't have to take the flack for someone not having a watchful eye on their brats. My show had a viewers discretion advised rating, anyways. What were they doing watching it?" She shook her head. "Anyways, I guess that's not the point. With Kim, it really felt personal, and it was that whole estrogen battle thing. She was a girl. I was a girl. The best I could do was threaten her boyfriend. If it had just been Ron who had reported me in the newspaper, then it probably would have been a risky little game of truth and dare. Maybe his little speech about honesty wouldn't have been so numb on me. Fact is, if it was just Ron, it would have been interesting. With Kim, I had to make it interesting."
"Did someone call my name?" A redhead came walking over to the group, wearing a purple top.
"Camille, nobody's falling for that here." Shego rolled her eyes groaning.
"Camille?" Jessica tilted her head in confusion, staring at the redhead. "But isn't that Kim?"
An embarrassed chuckle passed through the rest of the girls as they acknowledged Jessica's confusion. Shego reached over and tugged on "Kim"'s long hair, snapping the heiress back into her original form due to pain.
"Hey, watch it." Camille rubbed the back of her head, wincing in pain. She sniffed. "I mean, I nearly became Ron's girlfriend five times doing that. Maybe he's just into redheads or something. I might be a good imposter, but I stink at immitating."
At the 'redhead' comment, Liz cringed. "That doesn't mean everyone's going to get mad at me now, does it?"
"Chill, girl. No one's going to get mad at you." Monique smiled warmly. "And though I do understand your guys' point, let's be honest with ourselves. If it wasn't for Kim, none of us would have even known about Kim."
"Seeing how as it was Kim Possible who moved into town, and not Ron, that is a statistical unlikelihood that none of us would have known him." Crystal was scribbling figures in her notebook. "But your point does come across."
"Yeah, quick question." Shego popped her lips. "I mean, Kimmie's out of the picture and all, but if we were to even argue over who gets Ron, monkey-boy in there will go all super-powered and blow us up."
Bonnie cringed. "Well, that's why we're waiting for him to pick, right?" She lowered her voice, "And that Kim never comes back."
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Far across the ocean, in a fortress on a high mountain, a team was forming.
"You are the elite of the elite." A young woman, as judged from her physique, for her face was overed with a mask. "You have all been trained to know everything about ninjutsu. You are all the best this school has to offer. Last time, I thought the extraction process would be easy. I took trainees. This time, I will need all of your skills."
The five before the young woman bowed respectfully.
"Are you sure about this?" A sage man walked into the room quietly. His beard all but swept the floor like his red robe. "Is this truly wise? For your quest will not be easy."
"I understand, sensei." The masked woman nodded. "But this must be done. The chosen one must return to Yamanouchi."
"Very well. I will not stop you. And I will pray for your safe journey." The elderly fellow stepped to the side. "But a word of warning. There is much more to him than meets the eye. You will learn that soon."
"I understand." The woman turned to her troops. "Follow me, quickly. There is much to be done!" She ran out with her fleet, dropping a newspaper clipping on the floor.
"Ah, Stoppable-san." Sensei picked up the piece of paper, looking at the picture. "I do wish you very merry holidays." He chuckled to himself in an all-knowing way.
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And that's it for this chapter. I hope it was good. Decided to add a little history to Adrena Lynn. In fact, the next four chapters will be heavily steeped in characterization. Then there will be one big action chapter, followed by three revolving around the Chrismas Party, and one epilogue.
Hope you all had fun!