Hahahhahaha, I guess I never realized it, but I am so not a supporter of KP and Ron, I however think Jake and Ron make a great pair, but the fact is not one has written an fan fiction with them falling for each other. I then concur that my newest purpose in life IS to write a story for them.

And so, my evil continues. . . . .

PREVIOUSLY . . . . . .

THWUMP

He flew straight into an electricity pole. The blackness which he usually saw before losing consciousness was replaced with a smiling image of Ron and Jake mentally reached a paw up for help.

Jake began to fall.

Ron stared at the sky where Jake had disappeared and an unearthly chill caused goose-bumps to form on his arms and legs. He suppressed a shiver and rubbed at them. It wasn't even a cold night and he was now worried, Was that a premonition?

He shrugged to his own mental question and began to walk, still rubbing his arms instead of letting them dangle by his sides. His thoughts immediately went to Jake and where he had gone and everything that had happened in the last hour or so.

Only ONE hour? It seems like an eternity . . . things seem to last longer when Jake's around.

The hesitation in his thoughts was a caution to himself. Could he accept that he liked Jake? Ron found himself in Central Park. The very place they had been headed before they had somehow lost there destination. A smile crept onto Ron's face, Somehow, huh?

Ron had desperately hoped that Jake had been here and as he stared at one of the park benches longingly he imagined Jake being there. What's wrong with me? One person leaves and I'm already wondering about them!!!

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, nothing was going right it seemed. An ironic smile drifted to his face, And to believe this all started when I thought KP was cheating on me.

Blindly he walked towards the park bench and sat down. A news paper flitted past and got caught on his legs. Subconsciously he kicked it away and then let a sigh. He began to talk to himself, "It all seems so pointless! I wanted that kiss and I pushed him away. Now, he's gone and I can't do anything. I can't even apologise!! GWARGH!"

He slammed his face into his hands and bit his lower lip. The pain shot him back into his usual comprehensive self and he shut his eyes in thought. Regret stabbed at his conscience and so did guilt. He would do anything to take it all back, or apologise. Anything at all.

A voice startled him, "So, you want to save someone's life, do you?"

In shock Ron looked up and stared at the stranger. A hood concealed his face, but he was extremely short and had a sort of weird accent. Staring at him Ron blinked blankly, not completely understanding.

The hooded short man snapped, "Do you or don't you? I haven't got all day . . . or night."

Ron's eyes widened at the rudeness and a desperate feeling took hold on him, "Why? What could you do if I told you I did?"

The stranger scoffed as he walked over and sat next to Ron, "You should be asking yourself, what can't I do. What do you need?"

Ron scratched his head in puzzlement and swallowed, I must be going crazy. It's midnight and I'm talking to some random stranger.

His subconscious did nothing to stop his from continuing, "I want to go back in time. Can you do that?"

There was a sarcastic edge to his voice which Ron didn't even know he could do. The stranger detected it, and stood up hastily as if affronted, "If you don't trust me I'll go find someone else, who wants to go back in time."

He turned slowly away from Ron and Ron sat there for a second. He didn't even notice his own hand go out and grab the stranger's shirt. There was a pleading look in his eyes as he spoke, "Please. I'll do anything, just give me a way to go back, help me."

The short-man then turned back around and pulled something from his coat pocket, "Drink this, it should help you."

The man then proceeded to walk off into the trees of the park and disappear before Ron could even stop him, "WAIT! Will this take me back in time?"

A distorted voice answered as if from some other realm, "It will help."

What kind of lame reply is that?

Ron stared at the bottle, obvious doubts building within his mind. Then one thing flashed clear, the tear he had seen rolling down Jake's beautiful crimson scales. He made a choice then and there.

I will do anything.

**

The hooded man pulled down his hood and watched as the freckled boy drink the potion. He smiled and laughed to himself. He let out a relieved sigh, "At least Jake will have some one to talk to about being a dragon now."

Jake's Grandfather walked off with a smile on his face as something looked as though it exploded from where the freckled boy sat.

**

Light encompassed Ron and a pain gripped his muscles. A tightness sank into his mind. The flash was so bright he had to close his eyes, because the pain was too much.

He was aware of something distorting his perception and then he screamed. It burned like someone had lit him on fire, WHY DID I TRUST THAT MAN!?!?

Then the pain became to intense Ron could not even think coherently. He let out one final yelp of pain as the light faded and then dissipated.

Moaning, he was aware of himself lying on the ground. Something was wrong. Something was incredibly wrong. He shifted and moved one of his legs forward, but fell over himself.

It was then he saw the leg he had tripped over. It wasn't a human's leg. No, it was scaled and chunky, it led down to a paw which had sharp talons located on short stubs.

For second he just stared at it like one would stare at the sky - blankly. Then his eyes widened in horror as he felt his wings unfold in league with his feelings.

Ron Stoppable was now a dragon.

**

Before Jake could hit the ground something caught him. A contraption of some kind. Then as if he had never been there, Jake disappeared. Nothing left, not a trace, he was just gone as if he had never existed.

In much the same way the Statue of Liberty had.