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. . . . .
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.
Ron stomped over to a nearby lake, tripping over his newly formed four stumped legs. He managed to trip over his first leg and be thrown down a hill which ended at a lake. With a splash he sunk in, but his feet instantly touched the bottom seeing as he was such a huge creature.
Ron gazed at his own reflection. A patch of yellow scales rested atop his head flopping over his brown cat like eyes much like his old hair had. His snout was drawn out and long with sharp long canine teeth protruding out. On his cheeks were slightly discoloured darker scales and Ron realised that they were his transformed freckles. His belly was scaled white while the rest of his tapering slim body was a dark red, almost maroon. His wings folded against his back were of the same colour, while the insides were a mix of white and sort of cargo colour.
Ron stretched them out in a daze admiring the way the moon glinted off them and glittered. Then something in his peripheral vision caught his eye. It was the hooded man who had given him the potion. An anger rose up inside Ron, why had the man lied? Ron trampled up to him and growled. It came forward as a roar and the air blew off the mans hood.
Ron stood in shock. There was Jake's Granddad. And he was standing there as if it were normal to see a dragon sitting in the lake at Central Park.
His jaw fell agape, words wouldn't form in his mouth and Jake's granddad took this time to speak, "I know it's none of my business about you and Jake, but please, don't break his heart."
Then in a poof a smoke, a slight hand gesture from the old short man and he was gone. Ron found himself staring at the place the old man had been. After a while Ron had to physically shut his mouth with his own hand.
"What did he mean, don't break Jake's heart?" Ron muttered to himself.
Then suddenly Ron's face, though almost impossible because it was covered in scales, went stark red. WHAT DID HE MEAN "ME AND JAKE"?!? It's like he thought we were a couple!!!!
But didn't Ron want to kiss Jake? Or was it that song? No, even without that song Ron still wanted . . The thoughts that flooded Ron's head completely knocked him off his feet and made the blush underneath his scales all the more clearer. Something more serious came to mind.
Soon a sadness set into his heart, as the burst of excitement from being transformed into a dragon dissipated. Where's Jake? That one question echoed back and forth in his mind hitting the walls of his head and going around and around in circles, swirling constantly until it became a jumble of incoherent words. Terror hit the base of his tummy churning up what he had eaten last.
Something felt wrong. Swallowing, Ron felt the spit go down his long neck and into his belly. It wasn't a good feeling. Nausea encompassed him as worry took over his whole entire being. Where was Jake? His heart beating fast and panic setting in Ron flicked his eyes back and forth searching, hoping, wishing to see Jake.
Of course he was no where nearby. Ron's heart clenched, how he wanted to just apologise for not allowing that kiss. . . A new feeling flowered in Ron's heart. A resolve to set things right. A resolve to find Jake and confess what he had been thinking.
But how would he find Jake when he was a dragon, likely to draw much unwanted attention, and he was in an unknown town, not to mention his horrible sense of direction?
**
Jake's eyes flittered open. Darkness danced around him and he shook his head. The uneasy feeling of hair swished by his neck and Jake knew instantly that he was in human form. This was bad. Very bad. None of Jakes nemesis had ever seen him in his normal form! Jake attempted to change back into a dragon. It didn't work. His heart beating fast Jake turned his eyes into dragon eyes, which could see better in this darkness.
Something surprised him. He was lying on a bed, manacles attached to his wrists and ankles, making him splayed out as if making a snow angel. Jake struggled against the chains for a second, but to no avail. He tried to transform one more time. But it didn't work again. Though this time had been merely for observance.
It appeared that when Jake tried to transform, the manacles sucked out Jake's magic with a dull lime glow and then when Jake stopped trying returned it with the same luminosity. He was caught. Truly, utterly, embarrassingly caught. Something occurred to him. What if this was it? What if he had been finally beaten and killed? The first thing that came to mind wasn't his family, it wasn't his responsibilities as the Protector of Magical Beings, nor was it of his friends.
It was of Ron. Of there terrified expression on his face as Jake had attempted to forcefully kiss him. The scene played in his mind.
The song stopped in the background and Ron became aware of the fact he could move again. He titled is head away from Jake's and pressed his lips together – flatly refusing any kiss of any kind. Jake's eyes widened as he saw Ron turn his head away. A foreign anger filled him and he felt like attacking Ron, but instead he grabbed a bit of Ron's orange-blonde hair and pulled his head to face him. Ron winced as he felt Jake pull his hair and he glanced wildly at him. Jake had wanted that kiss and as sure as hell he was going to get it! Holding down Ron's arms he pushed his face down near Ron's. Ron looked at him and he was suddenly filled with terror by the animosity in Jake's eyes; he whimpered in response, his body went slack and little drops of moisture formed in his eyes as a reflex. A lone tear streaked down his cheek and fell to the floor with a plop.
Jake grimaced as he replayed the scene again and again, wishing so fervently that he could take that back, that they could regain the trust that they had had for each other. To take back the actions he had done. And to most of all take back the fact that he had made Ron cry. Without realising it, tears cascaded down his cheeks soaking into the white bed sheet.
The pain of making the person he had cared for cry stabbed at his heart and the tears fell more freely. The image of Ron, with his eyes near to tears constantly on his mind. The way that Jake had nearly kissed him. I nearly kissed Ron The thought played in his mind. Through his tears, he looked back on the recent, what had it been? Only one hour of time he had spent with Ron.
Jake had actually nearly kissed Ron not once, but about three times. Through his tears, Jake frowned. What was that song that ad always played in the background and made their feelings come to the surface?
A feeling of coldness shot through his body, like a frozen lightning strike and it made him turn still as concrete.
"'Cause every time we touch,
I feel this static,
And every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky,
Can't you hear my heart beat so,
I can't let you go,
Want you in my life."
Jake turned his restricted neck to look at the direction that the noise was coming from. THERE! In the corner!
And as right as rain, there stood a man holding two speakers in his hands, shaking them like maracas, with a crude smile on his face. A cape of black flowed down his back and his brunette hair sat bed-ruffled upon his head. He wore dark shiny leather gloves and tight skinny black jeans with a black t-shirt portraying the words in white, "Come to the dark-side. We have chocolate cookies. (And we make bishie's wear leather g-strings)"
Jake stared at him, tears drying on his face. The villain smiled and sashayed over to Jake, "Are you awake, my pet?"
Jake continued to stare, he couldn't believe his eyes. Thoughts about Ron completely shrivelled up into nothingness, as his mouth fell open in shock.
The villain was hot.
**
Ron took a deep breath and begun to flap his wings, but proceeded to fall to one side as his flapping wasn't very equal on both sides.
"I'll get this! I have to get this!" he mumbled to himself. He inhaled again, got back up, positioned his legs squarely and began to flap again.
It ended up just like last time. Ron sunk to the ground, all but ready to give up. As he regained composure memories fluttered though his mind,
The only thing Ron could do was perch himself on his elbows and watch; and wish he hadn't seen what he thought he had. He wished he hadn't seen that tear sparkling like a gem reflecting off of Jake's majestic dragon-form's scales.
That tear, that look before Jake got up. It was almost too much. Ron's head lowered and little drops of crystal clear water appeared. They sunk down and slipped into his mouth. The taste was unexpected. No salty like humans tears. No, it was sweet. I wonder if Jake's tears are sweet . . .
The actual perversion of his own questions shattered his ponderings. His face red again, "OMG! I'm going crazy! I even wanted to lick Jake's tears off of his face!"
The words spurted from his mouth. He hadn't actually been thinking about that, but somewhere deep in his conscious he knew he had been. His face went redder. Ron took a deep breath. I need to stop thinking and concentrate!
"I need to stop thinking about that near kiss we nearly had!" He screamed.
Just mentioning it put it back into his head, this time combining with his deepest desire. Ron closed his eyes. In this imaginary scene, Jake leant over to Ron, his eyes nervous, but full of hope and Ron leant in a little closing his eyes. Their lips touched, a searing heat entered him. In the background he could hear something.
"Every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly,
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last,
Need you by my side.
Then Ron snapped out of it with his fantasy. Something occurred to him. His wings were moving. And something else. There was no ground underneath his feet.
Ron Stoppable was flying.
**
The man tipped Jake's head upwards and lowered his head, "I asked you a question, pet."
Jake swallowed, :"I'm wide awake."
The man smiled, his mouth curving into a perfect line of beautification, "Of course. I'm King. Soon to be Ruler of The World."
King lowered his head closer to Jake's face and their lips touched. Everything in Jake's mind blurred and blew up. The kiss was like electricity running through his veins.
King lifted his head again leaving the dizzy Jake, "Don't worry, I'll be back, pet."
Jake stared after him. All thoughts about were Ron forgotten.
**
Ron let out a growl of joy. Finally he could find Jake and ask him to frogive him. And confess his feelings. His mind was only of Jake as he began to search from the sky for his loved one.
