Both Kim and Ron simultaneously launched themselves into a dreamlike state. Luckily, it only lasted about a minute and a half.

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Ron was playing Everlot with Rufus as Kim entered his hospital room. He looked up pleadingly, as if he knew something was wrong. He faintly saw traces of memories surrounding Kim. He suddenly knew that these were her memories. The ones that had been in her mind that day. He saw a man. He saw a man beat her. The man told her that if she ever tried to interfere with his business again, he'd bomb Middleton. As an afterthought he added, "Oh, and disband the team. I wouldn't want to have to kill such a promising young cook." She'd protested, and he'd slapped her. "If you don't break up with Ron Stoppable in a way that leaves no uncertainty to your utter disdain of him, I will kill him, slowly and painfully, while you are forced to watch. Comprende?" "Yes, sir." The pain on Kim's face was unbearable, but the heartbreak and resignation were what was shredding Ron. He ran forward to embrace Kim and…

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Kim stood outside their door for the longest minute of her life. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes again, hoping beyond hope that she would be able to do this. Bracing herself, she raised her hand to open the door then lowered cycle continued for a long while. Eventually, though, Kim finally found the courage to confront and break up with her boyfriend."It's for his own good. I'm doing this for him. This is for Ron; I can do this for Ron." She opened the door quickly, with a movement that could easily be mistaken for a muscle gasped as she realized he wasn't here. "Dammit Ron, where'd you go? Ron?" She entered their house and searched it room by room. She cursed her luck. "Dammit! I can't protect him. I hurt him. I can't even break up with him right. Dammit." She collapsed onto her bed, crying.

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Kim woke to the ringing of the phone. "Huh? Oh, I'll get it, hun." She realized Ron wasn't with her shortly after she answered the phone. "Kim Possible's home, how can I help you?"

She was startled out of bed when Ron's voice answered her. "Kim? It's me. Um, I kinda need a ride home. I'm in the hospital. I don't really remember much. The doctors tell me I have some sort of partial amnesia. I remember that we've been friends for forever though, and they say that you help people so, um, yeah. Can you give me a ride. You don't have to. I can find someone else to help me."

"Ron, Ron, you're rambling. Of course I'll help. I'll be there soon. Bye." Kim hung up the phone. Then she remembered the previous day. She realized that this was a godsend. Picking the phone back up, she dialed Josh's number. "Hi, Josh. This is Kim. You wanna go on a date?"

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Half an hour later, Kim found herself outside of Ron's hospital room, mirroring her position of the previous day. This time was different, however. For one, she was standing in front of an unfamiliar door in a hospital. And this time she was not alone: Josh Mankey stood next to her. "I knew you'd wise up and dump that loser eventually. I just knew it."

She opened the door and walked in. Josh hung back. She walked up to Ron and before her resolve could weaken said, "Ron, we need to talk. I don't think this is working out. I just need something else. I've decided to go out with Josh Mankey." She held up a hand to his protests. "I know this is unexpected. I understand that this is a shock, but there is no way for us to work through this. I'm sorry Ron, but this is the way it has to be. I'll get my stuff next week. Bye, Ron."

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Ron was confused. He had no idea who he was and he'd just been dumped. Kim wanted to go out with some Josh guy. He didn't even know why, but he felt as if his world was over. As his memories began to return, he started to cry.

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The Kim being forced to relive the scene in her dreams almost didn't see the gold-tinged blue mist surrounding Ron. When she did notice it, it only made her tears fall faster. It was a slideshow of every time she'd ever done anything bad to him and every time he'd risked himself to save her mixed up into one. Several scenes were new to her. Only one scene had never been described.

Kim saw as if through a TV screen what had happened before she had dumped Ron so unmercifully. They had gained access to yet another villainous lair. Kim had gone to subdue the heavy hitter in the base, a new villain. He noticed she was lagging behind so he crept out of his spot to see what was going on. Soon he was engaged in combat.

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He ducked an incoming fist, grabbed the fist's owner and hurled him into a wall. He dropped low and kicked out. A moment later he jumped up after hearing a sickening snap. He landed on top of one of his taller opponents and kicked two more of his foes as he dropped down behind him. He stopped suddenly as he heard Kim's voice and instantly turned to find its source. He didn't even blink as three of the beefy hired goons barreled into him then fell to the floor, and continued searching for the source of his beloved's voice. He soon noticed a plasma screen that showed her engaged with a formidable man. Both Ron and the Kim observing Ron shuddered. Ron shouted, "Kim! No you bastards! Kim, I'll help you!" Luckily for the observers, no audio was available. Unluckily, they had no way of preventing him from accessing his powers. The men in the room with Ron gasped and ran as Ron started glowing blue and floating. They broke into a full sprint when the lotus blade appeared in his hand. They never had a chance. Ron morphed the blade into one with a hand and a half hilt, a dual blade of four and a half feet, and a width of eight inches. Most other swords would have broken on the first stroke. The lotus blade was an average sword. He dropped to the ground and stabbed one of the fleeing observants. He proceeded to crush, slash and stab all of the men who had been fighting him, save one. This one he grabbed and jumped with. In the air, their descent ceased. He growled at his quarry. "Where is she?" His quarry whimpered. Ron squeezed. "I said, 'Where is she?' Now answer." He squeezed harder.

"She's with the boss. Now please, please, let me go."

The grin Ron gave the man would have sent a glacier running uphill in fear. "As you wish." The man fell three stories, landed on his head, and died instantly. Ron took off in a bright blue blur.

Across the compound, in the room where the man had just told Kim to go straight home, a wall exploded. Ron walked calmly through the rubble. He gripped the lotus blade tightly and stared daggers at the man in the room. "Where is she?" The man backed up.

"No. It's impossible. You couldn't have killed them all. Not that quickly. No."

Ron smiled. "Where is she?"

"I let her go. She's probably at your house by now."

Ron smiled at this man. He smiled that disturbing smile. He talked as if to one of his oldest friends, his message given in a lighthearted tone. He said, "Well my friend. That was probably the second stupidest thing you could have done. You see Kim is my anchor; she makes sure that I don't go overboard. She 'reins me in,' if you will. Yes, you really did make a mistake." Ron walked forward slowly, allowing the lotus blade to turn back into its basic katana form. "You know, I really don't like your smile. It reminds me of other smiles I don't like. You remind me of Shego, and Dr. D. That's not a good thing, well not for you." The man, who had been slowly backing off, grabbed a sub machine gun, firing off a burst at Ron. Ron caught the bullets, all of them, on the flat of the lotus blade. Burst after burst was fired and burst after burst landed on the flat of his blade. Finally the gun was out of ammo.

"No. No. It's not possible. What are you. You're a freak. Get away from me, freak!" Ron grinned ear to ear.

"I may be a freak, but I am the freak whose girlfriend you just beat. Bet you wish she was here right now, don't you? Well I am sorry about this but you lose." Here he slid the katana through the length of the barrel, slicing it in half. He laughed. "You lose" He stabbed his prey in the left leg. "You lose." The right leg. "You lose." Right arm. "You lose." Left arm. "Any last words?" Another whimper. "I'll take that as a no." Ron grinned wildly and cut his victim's head from his shoulders. "You lose."

Ron stepped away from the corpse of Team Possible's would be enemy and let his smile drop. Floating up into the air he observed the blood soaked compound. He laughed, a high shrill laugh that would have chilled the blood of anyone nearby and did chill the blood of one young redhead. His laugh ended and a pulse of blue left his body. The pulse erased all the blood from the grounds. Another pulse incinerated the bodies. One more pulse turned the compound of sixteen buildings into a grassy hill. One last pulse emanated from Ron. This one, however, did nothing. Ron fell from the sky, his MMP depleted. He was correctly colored- brown eyes, pale skin- and was completely unconscious. He hit the ground and left a small crater in his creation.

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Kim Possible awoke from her vision. Her mind clouded as it was, had already categorized it as such. She could never have invented a story like that one. What had she driven him to do? It was all her fault. All of it. For the third time that day, Kim collapsed, crying.

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Ron woke from his little blackout. He thought back to what he had learned. If he'd known then that... No. He had found long ago that If was a poisonous word. If he went down that road, he would waste away. Nothing could show him what would have happened. He knew that knowing would be torture to his mind anyway. Forcing such thoughts to the back of his conscious mind, Ron returned his thoughts to the task at hand.

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Lord Manneitze was a slightly rotund man whose expanding waistline and plain features only helped him to avoid scrutiny in the cutthroat land of Congress. His mind was sharper than he let on, however. He managed his supporters easily, taking heed of the public's opinion. Somehow, he always seemed to come out on top. Ron knew that this had more to do with illegal means than actual political prowess. "My lord."

Manneitze, turning, finally came to the realization that the man who was sitting in his chair was not someone he knew, let alone the man who had picked up his illegal acquisitions for the better part of a year. "And who, may I ask, are you?"

Ron laughed. "You're smarter than most, sir. Too bad you have to die. You could have been trained to be a very powerful man."

Manneitze sputtered. "I am powerful. And what do you mean I have to die?"

"Poor, poor man. You still don't realize that your fate was sealed on the evening of September 22, 2002. Or have you forgotten that night. Let me refresh your memory. At four in the afternoon, you contacted a man known to the world as 'The Viper.' At four o' five, you gave him the instructions he needed in order to break into a specific vault. At four ten he attempted to kill Kimberly Anne Possible. At six thirty two, I incinerated anything that was left of him. You won't share his fate, though. I am going to install a T.V. in your stomach and have it play a loop of incriminating footage. Any last words?" The "man" before Ron whimpered. "You lose."

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The police responded quickly to the report of a murder at a Senator's house. They didn't realize quite what had happened before hand. When they finally managed to stop retching at the sight of the corpse they found every electronic in the house (other than the T.V.) shorted. Then they realized that all the security footage was blanked. Then they found the note. Soon after the evidence the note described was collected, 13 other high ranking government officials were arrested, including one Louie Manettoui. Every officer on the original dispatch was given a psychiatric evaluation and two weeks paid vacation for "mental health." Ron felt sorry for the anguish he had caused these men and women. He did not feel sorry for committing the murder.

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Kim Possible was called at her home by one of her subordinates. "Mam, is that you?"

"No, this is the tooth fairy. Who else is gonna answer my personal phone?"

"I'm sorry, mam. I called to let you know that this bastard is fucking with us. He killed a senator."

"What? A senator? What happened to the 'kill the corrupt' thing?"

"Well yeah, it seems that this senator was about as corrupt as they come, but that's not the point. He left a note for you. Somehow he managed to write a note about all the crap this guy did. At the end he wrote: 'And to Kimberly, I love the efforts you've put into finding me. Alpha, The Black Mastiff.' Get this. We put it through the Alpha Cipher and it came out with three messages, set apart with gibberish. Here's the non classified one:

'Dear Kimberly, I must admit I am disappointed in you. You still haven't managed to find out my identity? I guess I should wish you a happy birthday. Your present? Well I guess I could give you a hint. My name has exactly the same number of letters as your best friend's. Speaking of which, good luck.'

What do you make of this? It sounds like a taunt to me. I still think we should bring in Stoppable in a consultant/captive capacity. Everything we've found fits. It could be him. He even has enigmatic powers to explain some of these 'impossible feats' we hear about. C'mon boss. Why won't you tag this guy?"

"Ron Stoppable is not the Black Mastiff. For one thing, I've had to skip out on him to fight BM. For another, I know for a fact that Ron does not have those kinds of skills. The last time we fought Drakken, Shego took him out in two minutes! No way has he gotten this good."

"Uh, newsflash, Ms. Possible. The man took out two aliens that bested you, not to mention trained at the Yamanouchi School for five years. If you don't bring him in, I'm gonna have to report you. I'm sorry, Ms. Possible, for all that it matters. Goodbye."

Kim continued to hold the phone to her ear, her mouth resting lightly on top of her shoes. She was mildly surprised at the insubordination. She was more surprised at herself. Why hadn't she been able to see Ron's abilities, especially after the things she'd just learned. Kim was angry at herself for both underestimating Ron and now for suspecting him. Now that she thought about it though, it made sense that Ron might be able to help. She called him. Unluckily for Kim, Ron didn't answer his phone. She recalled her subordinate. "I don't think Ron is involved in this. However, I now have reason to believe he might help us bring this bastard in. I'm authorizing level 2 violence in his apprehension. If you tell him it's my order he should come quietly, though. Whatever you guys do, don't try to fight him. If I'm right, he's innocent. If... if you're right, then, well, then there's no way in hell you can stop him." She hung up the phone. She cried.

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Ron found his phone. "Huh, I never heard it ring. Better see what she wants." He dialed her number from high up in the air. "Hey, Kim? You there? Uh you called me earlier so I was just wondering..." His sentence died as he heard her sobs. "I'll be right there."

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Kim didn't want to. She really thought she should trust Ron, yet she couldn't bring herself to think positively of him anymore. He'd come with her to GJ in the morning, one way or another.

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Ron landed a block from Kim's house and sprinted to the door. He rapped his knuckles quickly against the carved wood, then opened the door with ease. "Kim? Kim, are you home? I heard crying." A sob was his only answer. He walked into the kitchen to find that Kim apparently hadn't moved during the day. He noticed that some items had been gathered to her. She had the phone and its cradle sitting directly above her on the counter. The cake he'd put in a box for her lay untouched near where her head rested. A photo of the two of them at their junior prom sat upright in front of her face if she lay on her right side. Several boxes of tissues, both partially and completely used, lay all over the room. Ron felt a tear swell in his eye. blinking it back, he sat on the floor. After placing Kim's head on his lap, he drifted slowly off to sleep.

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He awoke some time later to a slight buzzing in his pocket. Sighing, he answered his phone as quietly as possible. He whispered, "Stoppable's phone, talk quietly."

"Sir, this is a GJ agent. I am calling to alert you that you have been drafted for work."

Ron sighed. "And if I say no, you, what, fire Kim?"

"Yes, sir."

"K, I'll be in in two days time. I'll need a computer, a secure laptop, a shower and a dojo for my time as a captive. Is that acceptable?"

"You won't be a captive, sir. This is a paid position-"

"Can it, kid. I used to work at the top of your organization. Bet you don't know what I do now."

"No, we don't sir."

"I'm part of a high level U.N. peacekeeping division. Level 1. See you guys later."

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Several miles away, a pale faced GJ agent stared at his phone. He knew that the claim he'd just heard was a serious one. The only agency he knew of on that level was the ShadowCorps. If this guy was as powerful as the ShadowCorps, then the careers of the men in this division were either going to be over or really long. He placed the phone down and started getting ready to suck up. He sent out three memos. One a request for authentification of Ron Stoppable's agent status on Level 1 to the UN. One a note to Dr. Director, telling her it was possible they would be having a high level agent visiting shortly. Right before the reply to that came, he sent out a request for all available amenities for a guest's quarters to be set up in the Alpha room. As he read director's summons and the confirmation note from the UN, he nearly soiled himself.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry but my next few chapters are all kinda short. Don't know when I'll update. All reviews welcome. If the story gets weird here in a bit bear with me. Try to geuss who dies later. (I'm a horrible person, right?)