Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the show's characters (unfortunately). This fic is written solely to entertain; I do not earn anything (except hopefully more reviews gg).

AN: This story ignores the events of StD, but includes all the episodes of the series. Since so many people complimented me on my English (thanks guys!), I'll leave the "I'm not a native speaker" remark out this time. ;)

Again, many thanks for those great reviews! They're a great motivation:) Now enjoy the new chapter!

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It was a pretty normal Saturday morning for one Ron Stoppable. He had slept in, since he had come home pretty late last night, and was now munching some cereal with his little buddy Rufus, when his mind drifted off to the events of the night before. He wondered how Tara and Bonnie were doing. He would have called, but he didn't have their numbers, and he didn't want to just show up on Tara's doorstep. Of course, he could always ask Wade to get him their numbers, but he didn't want to do that, especially after 'the vote'.

When he had become the mascot and thus a member of the cheerleader team, his phone number had been added to the list that every team member got. Well, every member but him. The girls had voted on whether the "total loser", as Bonnie had termed him, could be allowed to have something as precious as the phone numbers of the entire cheer squad. He hadn't been present when they decided, but from the way Kim had avoided the subject when he'd asked her, it must have been a very clear vote.

Finishing his cereal, he looked to his naked mole rat. "Well, buddy, what should we do this weekend? Kim and Felix are away, so we have lots of time on our hands."

The little rodent seemed to think for a moment, his paw scratching his chin, before his expression brightened. "Bueno Nacho!" He then proceeded to rub his belly.

Ron sighed theatrically. "You have just eaten an entire bowl of cereals! You know, sometimes I think you dig food even more than I do!"

Rufus looked at him with big, pleading eyes. "Cheese!"

Ron grinned and opened the pocket in his cargo pants. Rufus happily jumped inside. "Alright, Rufus, we'll grab some snackage."

"Yay!"

A short while later, Ron was sitting in his favourite booth with several nacos, burritos and tacos in front of him.

Rufus, who was on the table as well, was rubbing his paws. "Yummy!"

Ron grinned. "Nothing like a few grande sized menus from Bueno Nacho to brighten the day!"

Rufus chirped, "grande sized!" before jumping into his plate of tacos with only his tail peeping out.

Between the two of them, the food lasted for about ten minutes.

Ron was just wondering what to do next, when Ned called from the counter. "Hey Ron! Phone call for you!"

Ron looked up, surprised. Who would…? Then he grinned. It had to be Wade! He walked over to the counter and picked up the phone Ned was holding.

"Hey Wade, what's up?"

"How did you know it was me?"

Ron grinned. "Who else would know that I'm here right now and want to contact me?"

"Um, you got a point there. Anyway, the reason I'm calling: I got a hit on the website. It's the Middleton Museum. They'll open a new exhibition tomorrow and are afraid someone might come beforehand to grab some of the exhibits."

Ron's brow furrowed. "And they need us why?"

Wade sighed. "Well, a couple of their regular guards have called in sick, so I guess they need the extra manpower. Other than that, I'm not sure. There's nothing in this exhibition that would attract any of our regulars, but I guess it won't hurt to show up for a couple hours till the next shift arrives. I mean, it's basically round the corner…"

Ron nodded. "Alright then, I'll be on my way. I'll just pick up some homework and then head over to the museum."

"I guess you won't need a ride," Wade stated in an amused tone.

Ron smiled. "Nah, my scooter should manage the huge distance somehow."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot: Since it's nothing special, I haven't called Kim. Do you think you'll be alright on your own?"

"No problemo, Wade. I can handle some guard duty."

"Okay. Talk to you later then."

"Bye Wade." Ron handed the phone back to Ned and returned to his table. "Well, buddy, we have a mission. And it's monkey-free, too!"

Rufus nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, mission!"

Ron picked the mole rat up and put him in his pocket. "Alright, let's jet! Or… let's ride the scooter… ah, you know what I mean."

About half an hour later, Ron arrived at the Middleton Museum and was immediately greeted by the director.

"Ah, Mr. Stoppable, I assume." When Ron nodded, the man continued. "I'm so glad to have a member of Team Possible here. I mean, who'd be better suited to keep an eye on our precious exhibition than our own local team of heroes!"

Ron smiled, slightly uncomfortable with the praise. "It's no big." He almost grinned. 'So that's what it's like for Kim.' Following the director inside, he added, "I didn't have much to do anyway." He was shown into a small security office, where he joined the regular watchmen. They were friendly enough, and Ron soon got out his homework. 'Might as well get that stuff done with. KP will be very surprised when she hears I actually did my homework on a Saturday!' With that thought, he started an essay for his history class.

Unsurprisingly, no villain attempted anything during Ron's shift, so he had a rather peaceful time at the museum. 'Good thing we didn't call KP for this', Ron thought, 'she would've been bored to death.' Once again, his thoughts drifted to the events of Friday night. 'I wonder why I haven't heard anything from Tara or Bonnie…' He shrugged. Probably Bonnie already regretted her behaviour toward him, but he thought Tara would perhaps call. 'Maybe tomorrow', he mused.

At that moment, the phone rang, and Ron picked up.

"Hello?"

"Ron, this is Wade. Just wanted to hear how everything's going."

"Hi Wade. Well, nothing much going on…"

The boy genius chuckled. "Well, I guess you can head home then. The next shift should arrive any minute now."

Ron nodded and yawned. "Alright, Wade. I'll do a final patrol and leave then."

"Ok, bye Ron."

"Later, Wade." He hung up, rose from his chair and stretched. He then patrolled through the deserted corridors of the museum. When he returned to the security office, the night shift was just arriving. 'Excellent timing', he thought. After a quick report, he gathered his things and headed home, looking forward to a good night's sleep.

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Further AN: I know, nothing happened in this chapter, but you'll find out why in the next chapter, which will have lots of the Rockwallers, Tara and Ron in it, promised! I have to admit I quite enjoyed writing a "quiet" chapter, though.