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Chapter 11

"Screw it…" Kim said, and grabbed the offending thing of Ron's and yanked… HARD!

"Yeeowtch!" Ron screamed as he placed his hands where his goatee used to be. A red mark was starting to form a ring around his mouth where it had been glued. Some spots where it was really attached, some skin had come off too.

"Kim!" He said through his fingers. "Why did you do that? It really hurt!"

"Sorry Ron… I thought I could get used to it, but I guess not. Now let me kiss it and make it feel better."

"Well…" Ron said as he took his hands away from his mouth. "I'm all about receiving Kim kisses as medicine."

Kim leaned her head back and raised on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. As they made contact, Ron wrapped his arms around her slim waist, squeezed and leaned back a bit, lifting Kim off her feet.

"Oh Ron…" She said against his lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck even tighter, and wrapped her legs around his middle.

They stood in the middle of the room like that just kissing. Well… a few hands roamed here and there. Most notably were Ron's hands. Not long after Kim had wrapped her legs around him, Ron found his hands had worked underneath and were now cupping Kim's butt cheeks.

"Ronnie…" Kim said breathlessly. "How… how long has it been?"

"Ummm… What do you mean?" They were now looking deep into each other's eyes. He could feel a certain part of himself had become more… alert.

"You know what I mean…" Kim said with half-lidded eyes, and ground herself into that alertness.

"As badical as this feels right now Kim, I really hate to remind you that we had decided to wait."

He bit his lower lip slightly, making him look all the more cute to Kim, and she wanted to just rip his clothes off right then and there and do things to him that she knew would feel soooo good!

"I just wanna play a little." She said and slid her hand down the backside of his pants and squeezed his butt.

…x x x x…

"Do you think he said anything to them?" One large man said to the other.

"I doubt it very much. Mr. Hom was a faithful servant of mine, and I have complete confidence that he said nothing of our agenda to them."

"They disposed of those giant robots so efficiently. How are we going to protect our… investment?" The first man asked.

"Oh… don't worry. I have procured us something that may be much more… efficient in taking care of things." Reaching into a nearby duffel bag, he lifted a silver container, which measured about 4 by 8 inches out and showed his partner the stamped label. It read Synthodrone 901 Ver. 2.0.

…x x x x…

The next morning Kim and Ron awoke next to each other with nothing on but their underwear, although Kim only had her panties on. Ron woke first, and he just lay there for a bit soaking in Kim's beauty. She lay on her back, her face turned slightly towards him, and one of her hands on her stomach.

Her long black hair had come completely undone at some point in their previous night's escapades, and was now lying softly over her body. A light sheet covered her from the waist down as the other hand lay on top of it. Her steady breathing would cause her breasts to raise and lower in rhythm to her breathing.

"You are so beautiful." Ron whispered, knowing she was asleep. The noise of his voice was enough to wake her, and she awoke by suddenly breathing deeper, and opened her green eyes. Ron had made her take the contact out and have her original green eyes the previous night.

"Mmmm…? You say something Ron?" She said groggily.

"Nothing KP. I'm sorry I woke you."

"That's OK. We probably should be getting up anyway." Kim rolled onto her side, and lay an elbow on her thin waist. Her index finger traced an invisible circle on the bed.

Ron slid closer and was almost ready to place a kiss on her lips when Kim spoke. "Not until I brush my teeth. OK?"

Ron pouted and crossed his arms as the two sat up in bed. Kim looked down at herself and finally noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Ron! Why didn't you tell me I didn't have anything on!"

"Sorry KP. I didn't even notice, I was so lost in your eyes."

"Ohhh… Mr. smooth. I see how you operate. Flattery will get you no-where mister."

"I thought it was 'anywhere'." He said with a sly grin.

Kim swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood. Quickly she reached over and took the pillow and playfully smacked Ron on the shoulder. "I'm going to get a shower. You should head over to your room and do the same. When you get done, would you come back her and fix me breakfast?"

"Of course. Anything for my Kimila."

Kim giggled and went to her bathroom, and Ron pulled on his pants and shirt. It was still early, about 7:30, so no one was roaming the halls yet. He quickly pattered back to his room, and took a quick shower. Throwing on a t-shirt and shorts, he quickly looked in the mirror before going back to Kim's. The temporary hair color had washed out, as did his make-up. The hair extensions were attached well, but he was able to take them off. Now he looked like the Ron of old. He had to be careful though, because now he was easily recognizable.

He made it back to Kim's room without anyone seeing him, and he started to make a light breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. He heard Kim's shower shut off as he lay about 4 strips of bacon in the skillet. He wouldn't have any, as he was trying to watch more what he was eating lately, both to follow his Jewish faith a little closer, and to try and eat a little healthier.

It was just as he had placed the bacon on a plate that he heard a thump and a clatter of something metal come from the bathroom.

"Kim? You OK?" He yelled out to her. There was no response.

Walking over to the bathroom door, he lightly knocked and waited for Kim to say something like 'I'm hurrying Ron', but instead he heard what sounded like a struggle.

"Kim? Are you OK in there? I thought I heard something." It was then that he heard a small weak voice finally say, "Ron… Help me".

The lock on the door broke apart like cheap plastic and Ron stood there in a fighting stance ready for anything. Although he wasn't ready for what he currently saw.

Kim was sitting on the floor, a towel around herself, but one leg was ramrod straight, and the other was pulled up against her body. Her left arm looked as if it was reaching out, her fingers stretched apart. The other hand was clamped on her biceps looking as if it was holding the other arm down.

"Kim?" He said, wondering why she was in such a strange position.

"Ron…" Kim hissed said between clenched teeth. "Get Dr. Director! I… can't… move! Body… must be… rejecting… bionics…"

Just as he turned around to go get help, Kim spoke again. "Wait! Get my… contact… and put it in my right eye."

"Huh…?" Ron was slightly confused.

"My… parents will be there. I… need to stay in character!" She hissed again and he immediately understood. Gently he took the contact out of its holder, put a drop of solution on the contact, and was able to place it on her eye.

Kim closed her eyes and struggled a bit to concentrate, but was able to finally get the color to change in her bionic eye. Ron confirmed to her that it had definitely changed.

"Now… call Betty, and stay out of sight!"

"But I need to stay with you Kim!" Ron was almost frantic.

"Head in the game, Ron! And call me Quinn!"

After picking up the phone and dialing an emergency number, he was patched directly to Dr. Director. Ron quickly explained what was going on, and Betty said she would be there immediately.

It only took about a minute for Dr. Director to arrive at Kim's door, and burst in. "She's in the bathroom!" Ron immediately told her.

She went in and quickly glanced at Kim, telling her that everything would be OK. She then keyed the communication device on her wrist. Her voice could then be heard over the bases intercom system.

"Emergency. Code Blue. All un-necessary personnel stay out of the corridors. Agent Du, will you please escort Mr. and Mrs. Possible to the medical facility."

After keying off the device, she then turned to Ron. "I need your help getting her to sickbay."

"But… won't I be recognized?" Ron started to protest.

"Ron…" Betty said, softening her voice a bit. "I need your help. Kim needs your help. At this point, if someone sees you, I'm sure we could explain it some how."

…x x x x…

Carrying Kim while she was stuck in that position was tougher than it looked but somehow he did it. She wasn't in any pain, as Kim just couldn't move, but it was very embarrassing for her to be in that position. Plus all she had on was a towel.

They made it to the medical facility which took them about 5 minutes, and Ron sat her down on the single bed. He heard nurses scrambling around getting equipment together to treat Kim, and he then he heard her make a noise and he looked down. Kim's towel was falling off!

Both teens turned beat red as the towel completely unwrapped and left Kim lying there completely nude. Ron quickly turned around, and waved at Betty as she was helping some of the nurses with the equipment.

"Umm… Dr. Director?" Ron said, slightly raising a hand. "Could we… get something to cover Kim up with?"

"What ever for…? Ohh…" She finally noticed what had happened. She quickly reached under the bed, took a sheet from the bottom shelf, and lay it the best she could over Kim with her limbs in the position they were. It actually took a second sheet to get her completely covered.

"Thanks." She said through her clenched teeth.

Betty lay a comforting hand on Kim's shoulder, and told her everything would be fine. They knew what to do.

Ron had his back to the main door when Agent Du walked in as he escorted the two doctors. In fact, he was leaning over Kim, gently cradling her face with one hand and whispering into her ear. "It's going to be OK Kim. You're going to be fine."

Two hands… one male, one female, lay on his shoulders and a female voice spoke in his ear. "It's OK. We'll take care of her now.

In an effort to hide his identity, Ron placed his hands over his face, thinking they would assume he was grief stricken. His guise didn't last long.

Gentle hands firmly pulled his own away from his face, and he glanced around nervously. It was Dr. Director who was now standing in front of him, holding his wrists.

"But… they think I'm…" He started to hyperventilate.

The two doctors stood up straight after a cursory check of Quinn, and looked over at who Dr. Director was standing with, and their jaws just about hit the floor.

"Ron…?" Mrs. Possible said astonished.

"Ronald…?" Mr. Possible said shocked beyond belief.

"Hey there… Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P." Ron said, smiling a goofy smile, and rubbing the back of his neck.

The two doctors walked over and stood looking at him for a bit. They then moved so quickly that Ron could do nothing to prevent it. In an instant he was smothered in a hug from both of Kim's parents! Mrs. Dr. P. actually gave him a kiss on the cheek.

No one noticed a small tear fall out of Quinn's right eye as she was being hooked up to various equipment for testing.

To be continued…

A bit of a cliffie, but not a bad one. Big action to come real soon, so I thought I would give the two some alone time for a bit. Let me know if it's still good.

Please note: "GGW: Middleton!" may not get updated this week. Sorry.