Well, I think we all know who the dark figure in Ron's room was…

I really want to apologize for not updating in so long. Please bair with my on this story, 'cause I'm in my last year at high school and I really need the grades.

Disclaimer: Alas! I still do not own the work of genius that is Kim Possible!

Ok, author notes! First of all, thanks to all the people who reviewed, you really encouraged me.

I also have something to explain about this chapter. In this fan fic Ron is not blue, and he isn't maniacal. I have done this because I believe a lot of his temperament, not to mention his skin color and insanity came from the fact that he got Drakken's evil. His intelligence, however, he already had. It is my opinion that Ron is very intelligent, as well as a very good fighter, but that he hardly ever focuses it. It takes a big responsibility dumped on his shoulders, or something equally serious to focus his mind and release his 'potential.' This is just my opinion, of course, and I'm not asking anyone to agree with me, but it will be the opinion demonstrated in all my KP fan fics.

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Teen hero, Kim Possible stood anxiously at the end of her best friend's driveway, oblivious to the beautiful afternoon. At first she had merely been annoyed when Ron failed to show up for their walk to school. Even though he had rarely ever been late before she figured he had just slept through his alarm. She had finally gone to school without him, hoping he'd show up later.

Now it was three thirty and still no Ron. Uncertainly, Kim glanced at Ron's house. Nobody was home as his parents would still be out at work, and no one had answered her repeated phone calls. She didn't like the thought of breaking and entering, but there might be something in there that would help her locate Ron. Making up her mind she started toward the porch again, but a familiar four-tone ring from her pocket distracted her. Of course, the kimmunicator! Feeling like a fool, Kim pulled the plastic device from her pocket and clicked the on button.

"Go, Wade," she said impatiently. The ten year old super genius looked up from his computer screen and raised an eyebrow.

"No offense, Kim, but did you sit on a bee or something?" he inquired. Kim ran her hand through her hair, a nervous habit she thought she had outgrown long ago, and forced an offhand smile onto her face.

"Sorry, Wade," she said. "I'm just a little worried. Ron wasn't in class today, he didn't call or anything and there's no answer at his house. But, actually," she added as a second thought, "You can just scan for his tracking chip and tell me where he is right?"

"We-ll," Wade said uneasily, "that might be a problem." He nervously scratched the back of his neck and glanced 'round his high tech room, his eyes focusing on everything except the screen.

"Wade," Kim asked slowly, "you can track the micro chip, can't you?" Wade looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"No, Kim, I can't," he said softly.

"What?"

"I can't track his chip because I took it out."

Kim sank down onto the sidewalk, the rough concrete a relief of normality under her hand.

"Why would you take it out, Wade?" The words seemed to push between her lips, each one sounding more strained than the last. Wade fidgeted, sucking on his ever-present soda as if it was his only life-line.

"You see, Kim," he said finally, apparently running out of soda, "You know how we kept having those talks about ethics and morals? Well I was thinking a lot about that and how you kept saying the chip was immoral...and, long story short I took it out a few days ago." He went for his soda as if on reflex and only remembered it was empty when he failed to extract any liquid from it.

"What do you suggest we do then?" Kim asked, her voice and face falsely unconcerned. I am Kim Possible, she told herself sternly, I can do anything, including pretend I'm not the least bit worried about my best friend.

"The only thing I can do right now," Wade was saying, "is do some hacking, and it'll be tough, because I don't have anything to go on. All you can really do is go about your business until I find something. Which reminds me, I was calling to say I got the information on Josh Mankey for you."

"Oh, yeah, thanks," Kim said, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. "And Wade?"

"Yes, Kim?"

"Call me as soon as you find anything."

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Ron was in heaven. Nachos surrounded him on every side. Crates of salsa and packets of hot sauce were stacked up to the ceiling. There was also a large fridge filled to bursting with cheese and taco wraps.

Ron was in the Bueno Nacho storage room and there was no way he was leaving until it was as empty as his stomach currently was.

"Hey, Ron," Kim said, coming over and putting her hand on his shoulder. Would you make me a naco? They are so tasty, however did you come up with them?" Smiling, Ron gently hooked his arm around Kim's wast.

"Well," he said, leading Kim over to the substantial fridge to get out some cheese, "tacos and nachos are both so good I could never choose between them. It was always such a hard decision. But then the Ron man had a brainwave. By mixing them together I created something twice as good as either was alone. Nacos are the answer to world indecision!" Kim nodded attentively as she stood at his elbow watching him make her naco. She smiled at him dreamily and Ron felt his heart melt. Oh, that smile he thought.

As they stood there together Ron screwed up his courage and leaned toward her slightly, pursing his lips. Kim smiled and moved closer, her perfect lips centering on his. They were so close, their lips about to connect...

"SHEGO!"

Ron's eyes snapped open.

Cold stone walls stared at him, their blank faces chipped and smeared with grime. A barred door let in five wan shafts of light. Where was he? Why did he hear Drakken over a PA system? And, More importantly, why did he have to get woken up right then? Couldn't Drakken have waited a few more minutes? Some people had no sense of timing.

Outside in the corridor a speaker crackled as Drakken started speaking again.

"Shego! Get in here! I'm having trouble with my butterfly larvae!" Butterfly larvae? Ron thought, Man, I don't even want to know what he's up to this time.

Rising from the narrow cot he found himself on he began to explore his cell. It didn't take him long as the cell was only about ten paces square. There was a small, unlocked door at the back but it only lead to a place where he could relieve himself.

Finished his examination Ron returned to the cot and sat down to think. He didn't remember getting captured, but he wouldn't put it past Drakken to come up with some kind of memory erasing thing. The best thing he could do right now was wait and see where things stood. Besides, if he was captured that meant Kim was captured too, and she would be along to rescue him as soon as she could.

All he had to do was wait.

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"What do you mean you don't sell them any more?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Go, but we had too many problems with people reprogramming them and using them for good instead of evil. At this time Hench Co. has discontinued the Attitudinator. Thank you for your time." The screen went black but Shego continued to stare at it. How could this be? And how on earth was she supposed to turn the buffoon evil now?

She wouldn't let herself be beaten. Admittedly this was a setback, and quite a substantial one at that, but she prided herself on thinking on her feet. Sure, she could handle this, she just had to find someone who still had an Attitudinator. Turing to the computer she began typing, hacking into security cameras and tapes. She was so close she could feel it. Nothing would stop her now.

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Me: Sorry about the shortness of my chapters.

Ron: You should be, I'm not even evil yet.

Shego: And when do Ron and I get to make out?

Me: Ummm, I wasn't even sure I was going to have that in this fic.

Ron: (pouting)

Me: Awww, that is sooooo cute! Fine, you guys can make out, but that's as naughty as it gets!

Shego: Dang!

Ron: (looks confused)