Kim and Ron continue their lives after finally getting together at the junior prom, they have to face the trouble that lies on the road they have ahead of them.

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Chapter 11: Unwanted skill

"Aw, come on KP," Ron said, "Rockets are go!"

"Not anymore they're not," Kim grabbed the remote and switched off the TV, much to Ron and Kim's father's discontent.

To her surprise, the episode of Captain Constellation kept on playing in her mind for a few moments before she managed to make the images go away, "Dad, just how did you put these episodes in my head?"

Mr. Dr. Possible rubbed his neck as his wife also looked at him suspiciously, "Well… Jim and Tim helped me with the idea to make the screen-shots fire in frequency with your brainwave pattern."

Kim frowned, "Did you do that to all my memories?"

"No, that wasn't necessary seeing as we only needed to trigger your mind for those memories," Mr. Dr. Possible explained, "you only needed to get access to those memories."

Somehow, that confession did not lift Kim's spirit and Kim's mother noticed the slight moment of sadness in her daughter's eyes.

"Well, I'll better be going home," Ron said as he stood up, "See you tomorrow KP?"

"Yeah," as Kim let Ron out, her mother saw that she kissed Ron with a lot more intensity than usual for a goodnight kiss; as if Kim was trying to make up for something.

Slightly dazed and with a grin from ear to ear, Ron started his scooter and left for home.

As Kim walked up to her bedroom, Anne nudged her husband and signalled him to follow her.

Kim entered her room and dropped herself face-first on her bed with a muffled groan when she hit the cushion.

She sensed more than heard her parents walking into her bedroom as well, "Kimmie," her mother asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm the world's worst girlfriend," Kim muttered into the cushion.

"That's not true, and you know it," her mother told as she sat down on Kim's bed; Mr. Dr. Possible chose to keep his spot on the doorstep for the moment.

Kim lifted her head a bit, "I forgot him, and I refused to even believe there was a possibility of us dating… he even showed me the prom picture and I just thought I had taken him to the prom because no-one else would."

"But you remember everything now," Mrs. Dr. Possible said, "I don't think Ron minds the past few days now that you're together again."

"That's just the thing," Kim sat up and looked at her mother, "He forgave me without a thought after he'd been through all that, what did I do to deserve a guy like him? And why didn't I see it much sooner?"

Not knowing what to say to that, Kim's mother just put a hand around Kim's shoulder.

Kim looked at her father, "You know, when I just asked you how you put the memories back in my head, I was kinda hoping you had shoved everything in my mind just like you did with that Captain Constellation series. Because then I could have blamed you for not putting in anything about me and Ron being together… I'm sorry dad," she walked over to her father and put her arms around him, "I just couldn't… because it was all my fault," tears started to flow from her eyes, but an intense relief filled her when her father hugged her back.

"Kimmie, you shouldn't feel guilty for that," Mr. Dr. Possible said, "and maybe we should have put more effort in reworking your memories regarding Ron."

"But Ron was already intertwined with your whole life," Kim's mother explained, by this time all three Possibles had sat down on the bed, with Kim sitting in between her parents, "And when you two started dating, not so much changed."

"Not?" Kim asked, truly surprised, "But there was a whole world opening for me, it's like… like…"

"I know exactly what you mean," Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled, "But it was just you realizing what you had always had, for us outsiders the only thing that changed was that you began kissing."

"Okay, I get it," Kim chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

"The thing is," Kim's father went on, "even after you started dating, the pictures didn't change; Ronald was still in most of them and I doubt that someone who didn't know could tell the difference between those pictures and pictures from a year ago."

"And the necklace Ron gave me is still being engraved," Kim finished, a short search through her – still highly accessible, thanks to the reboost – memory showed that there was indeed very little evidence of the two of them dating; it had become so obvious to them that they didn't need all kinds of reminders… unless of course one's memory was completely wiped.

"I'm sorry dad, that I doubted you," Kim smiled, but then she frowned, "So why did you put the Captain Constellation series in my mind?"

Kim's father chuckled and rubbed his neck, "Well, you never saw much of Captain Constellation… so I, uh…"

"Yes?" Kim's frown stayed in place.

"I just wanted to have something to bond over," James Possible looked down, "I know we're drifting apart a bit, and now you have another man in your life who may very well become the man in your life, and I…"

"Dad," Kim wrapped her arms around her father again, "Ron will never take the place that you hold, you'll always be my dad, and I will always be your Kimmiecub… just don't use that name in public. And you know what? We could watch some episodes of Captain Constellation, I'd like some father-daughter time."

"Really?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked, "I mean, we could also do something different."

"Nah," Kim smiled, "after the effort you did to cram this in my head you deserve it…" then she thought for a moment, "Do you think I can also use that trick to remember history lessons?"

Kim mother laughed, "I don't think you even need that, and it will probably take more time to put the lessons in a hyper-compressed file than to actually learn them."

"I guess you're right," Kim sighed, but then she grinned, "It was worth a shot though."

The next day Kim, Ron and Monique sat at their usual booth at Bueno Nacho.

"Oh, come on Ron," Monique said, "I told you I was sorry, I was just playing you."

Ron muttered something, but still refused to talk to his friend.

"Look, if I really thought you were in risk of losing Kim I would have done something," the raven haired girl told, "But you two are inseparable."

"From Bonnie and Shego I could take it," Ron said, "but I didn't expect you to undermine my efforts to give KP back that part of her memory."

"I'm the one who is at fault," Kim jumped into the conversation, "I'm the one who didn't believe you even after I've known you for so long."

"KP," Ron turned to his girlfriend, "You were suffering from amnesia, you were just working to get your memory back."

"No Ron," Kim told, "I had everything back and I still wouldn't belief we were dating, it took that stupid pants accident to bring back my memory."

"Didn't you give him that belt?" Monique asked.

"Yeah," Kim nodded, "long story… would you give us some privacy to work this out?"

"Sure," Monique smiled, "I'm heading to ERO class anyway."

"So that mission really inspired you?" Kim grinned, referring to the simulation mission turned real that had happened a few weeks earlier.

"Yeah, if I make it I'll become part of the Middleton Mall ERO crew," Monique explained, "So I can help if there is an accident."

"Good luck," Ron said, smiling as well, "sorry I just snapped at you."

"We're okay?" Monique asked, to which Ron nodded; "You know I can't hold a grudge for long."

After Monique left, Kim turned to Ron, "Care to take a walk?"

"Sure," Ron said, "let's go to the park."

"At what point did you starting thinking about dating me?" Kim asked on the way to the park.

Ron didn't have to think long for that, "The moment you asked me to."

"Ron!"

"No really," Ron said, "even when we were tied up during the Diablo sitch all I wanted was to be there for you… just as something more than just a friend."

"Okay, let me ask it differently, when did you want to become more than 'just a friend'," Kim then asked.

This time Ron needed to think deeper, "I don't really know. I mean I sort of grew into it… but ever since the moodulator incident I started to recognize those feelings for what they were."

"So there was still fireworks," Kim smiled.

"What about you?" Ron then asked.

Kim looked down and sighed, "Before you, dating has always been a kind of game to me; you go out with a guy you like… or who you're crushing on," she added embarrassed, "and you have a couple of fun dates you can talk about… and brag about."

At this moment the teens had reached the park and they sat down on a bench before Kim continued, "For a couple of dates we'd have fun but then the missions usually interrupted… and most guys are a little put off when their date can kick their butt five times over without breaking a sweat," she added with a grin.

"Did you ever consider quitting the missions?"

Kim shook her head, "No, never even thought about it."

"And me?" Ron inquired.

That took a moment to set in, but then Kim firmly shook her head, "Never, if they couldn't deal with you being my friend or you being my partner on missions, they weren't worth it, not even by a long shot… but they did cut into 'our' time, didn't they?"

Ron shrugged, "That also happened the other way around."

Kim chuckled, "Yeah, I think that was when I should have realized I had feelings for you. When Felix began cutting into my 'Ron' nights I should have recognized my jelling… over another guy no less."

"KP!" Ron cried out, "You make it sound like Felix and I were dating."

"Guess I did," Kim grinned, "but it was Yori who really had me going in full jealous mode."

Ron remembered Kim chasing him and Yori all over the globe when they were trying to rescue Sensei, but even after he and Kim started dating, she was still quite defensive the first time they met up with the ninja again.

"Tara and Zita never got you like that," he mentioned.

"No, I never considered them 'threats'," Kim said, "Zita never cut into 'our' time… and I think both were a bit too afraid of me to take it any further with you," she added with a slight blush.

Ron cocked his head, "Did you threaten them in some way?"

"No," Kim admitted, "but I think me just hanging around you was enough to drive them off."

"Oh well," Ron shrugged, "we are together now, so I guess it doesn't really matter anyway," then he looked questioningly at Kim, "So, why did you bring this up?"

Kim looked down for a moment before meeting her boyfriend's eyes, "now for the hard part."

"When I had lost my memory, it was… just like before we were dating," Kim began, "you were my best friend, but not dating material. I couldn't even get myself to consider the idea of us dating."

She sighed, "And you tried so hard to make me remember us, I think you would have tried anything."

"Heh," Ron chuckled, a bit embarrassed, "you got me there."

"I'm sorry Ron," Kim said, "for putting you through all this."

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault," Ron told, "You were even eating flowers for salad."

"But I should have trusted you," Kim insisted, "It's not like you would have made something like that up."

"That's all in hindsight," Ron smiled, "and you know that's 20/20, you just didn't know then. Yeah it was painful, but I'll never hold it against you and I don't want you to have a major guilt trip over it."

"Thanks Ron," Kim smiled, then she got up from the bench, "let's go, I've got to pick something up from the mall."

"What did you bring here?" Ron asked when the teens entered a jeweler's shop in the Middleton mall.

"You'll see," Kim smiled as she gave the receipt to the teller. The man walked into the back of the shop and shortly after returned holding a small package, "Sorry it took so long, but we had a long waiting list."

"No big," Kim smiled, "although it would have come in handy during the past few days."

"What is it?" Ron inquired again, this time a little more insistent.

Kim opened the package and showed the necklace Ron had gotten her for her birthday, "I wanted to have our names engraved," she handed Ron the necklace and pulled her hair back, "Would you do the honors?"

Ron looked at the engraved 'KP/RS forever' before he put the necklace on Kim, "That looks really nice… shame I didn't have this to prove we were a couple."

"I know," Kim chuckled, "Just our luck, huh?"

When the teens walked out of the mall, Kim's wrist Kimmunicator chimed, "What's the sitch Wade?"

"Kim, Ron, Dr. Director wants to meet…" Wade was interrupted when a hole opened beneath the teens and they fell into one of the GJ vacuum tubes.

"Meet us right now?" Kim smirked after the usual bizarre ride trough the vacuum system.

"Yes," Dr. Director told as she stepped towards Kim and Ron, "Sorry for the sudden call, but you were walking over one of the tunnel openings and I saw an opportunity."

"Yeah, it's not like we had anything else to do," Ron muttered, still recovering a bit from the surprise of the ground opening beneath him, even though it had happened many times before.

"We got time now," Kim said, "So, what's the sitch?"

"You are," the leader of Global Justice told, "Since you have both turned eighteen now, you can participate in the more adult parts of Global Justice."

"What's that?" Ron asked, "Having to rent our own hotel rooms?"

"Ron, I think it's got more to do with liability," Kim said.

"No, that has been taken care of," Dr. Director smiled, "with full consent of your parents and your family lawyers, but those contracts will only get fully under your responsibility when you turn twenty-one. Please follow me."

Kim and Ron shrugged and followed the woman into a section of the Global Justice headquarter they had not been in before.

It didn't take long before Kim began hearing vaguely familiar sounds; her suspicion was confirmed when Dr. Director opened a thicker door and led the teens into a shooting range.

At the moment, only one other agent was practicing there, he looked up and nodded, "Dr. Director."

The leader of Global Justice nodded back, "How is practice going agent Du?"

Will Du gave a self-satisfied smile, "Still beating my old records… hello Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable."

"Hi Will," Kim greeted back before she turned to Dr. Director, "You want us to start using guns?"

"Not necessarily," the woman said, "however, I do want you to be able to do so when it is needed."

"You know I'm not a fan of guns," Kim told, "And we already know enough of them to sharply reduce the risk of either of us getting shot."

"Knowing how a gun works and using it well are two very different things," Will Du mixed into the conversation, "if you practice often with using guns, you will also learn how to handle yourself when facing an armed opponent. You can actually learn when and where the other is going to shoot, giving you a much better chance at survival."

"I already know that," Kim said without any pride in her voice, "I've always been able to do that."

Seeing Will Du and Dr. Director's questioning looks, Ron nodded, "It's the truth, KP hit bulls-eye the first time she ever held a gun, and I've hardly seen her miss a shot anyway with the grappling gun."

Dr. Director frowned, "And when was that?"

Kim thought back, "That had been years ago, Uncle Slim had brought a couple of rifles on his visit and he let me and Ron have a couple of tries as well…"

"Okay Kimmiecub, you know the rules?"

Seven year old Kim Possible smiled widely and nodded, "Yes dad, never aim at yourself or others, always treat the gun like it's loaded and... uhm, it's a weapon, not a toy."

"You worry too much squirt," Slim Possible told his younger brother, "If anyone's responsible it's your little girl, I can only hope my Joss will turn out like her."

Then the rancher tuned to his niece, "Okay, now y'all want to look down the length of the barrel and use that to aim," he pointed at a wooden plate with a bulls-eye drawn on it that was hung from a tree branch, "Now you try to hit that target."

The air rifle – James didn't want his daughter exposed to the more powerful guns Slim had brought – popped and the target shook around wildly.

"Good one," Slim smiled, "hit the wood in one."

He walked over to the target to stop it from moving when he saw what Kim had hit, "What in tarnation?"

He stared at the target for a moment before turning his gaze to his niece, "Congratulations, you hit the bulls-eye on your first try."

"Booyah," Ron cheered for his friend.

"Want to try that again?" Slim asked as he made sure the target was hanging still again.

Just when Kim got ready to shoot as slight breeze began moving the target again.

"Hold on, y'all want to wait for that breeze to pass, take you time…" Slim was interrupted when the air gun popped again, "Now what'd I tell ya? Now you missed."

"I didn't," Kim insisted, "I just hit it in the same spot again."

Mr. Dr. Possible chuckled, "Kimmie, I know you got a pretty good hit on your first try, but you shouldn't get cocky." He still walked over to the target, "Now, it did move a bit, so you might still have hit the edge…" he fell silent when he saw the target from close by.

"What's the matter squirt?" Slim asked his brother, but then he too saw what had made Mr. Dr. Possible fall silent.

The earlier hole in the target had grown a little bit in size and two bullet entries were visible.

"How'd ya do that?" Slim asked, "No-one's that lucky."

Kim shrugged, "I just know where the bullet goes, isn't that how it works?"

James and Slim looked at each other; that was certainly not how it worked. At least, not without excessive training.

Slim walked over to his niece as she expertly reloaded the rifle, "Why don't y'all try it from a little more distance."

The four walked to the far end of the garden, Mr. Dr. Possible was already having trouble seeing the target clearly at this distance.

"Now ah recon this is about thirty yards," Slim told, "that's three times as far as y'all tried before, do yah think yah can still hit the target?"

"Should I hit the same hole again?" Kim asked, earning her another set of disbelieving stares, "What? I can still see the bullet holes."

"Even so," her father said, "I think you'll see what the wind does to the bullet at this distance."

"I know that," Kim told as she placed the rifle against her shoulder again just like her uncle had shown her, "It's just like throwing a ball with when it's windy."

The rifle popped again and the target danced wildly on its ropes.

"Guess I didn't hit the hole this time," Kim muttered, but when her father and uncle went to look, they saw the third bullet had hit the target less than an inch from the previous hole.

"Booyah," Ron cheered again, "KP, you're a sharpshooter."

Kim smiled, but didn't really understand the commotion. It was only when her father, her uncle and Ron started their attempts to hit the target that she began to grasp how difficult it must have been for most others to shoot like she just did.

"...We practiced for most of the remaining day," Kim concluded, "but dad didn't feel too comfortable with it and we hardly did it again until… well, until a while into the missions when Wade had built me a grappling gun."

"Wow, that is amazing," Dr. director said, "and how did Ron do?"

Ron chuckled embarrassed, "I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn at first."

"Well, you could," Kim smirked, "you managed to hit the garage three times."

Will Du frowned, "Would you care to back up that claim?" he pointed at the gun that was lying on the table.

"Okay," Kim put on a set of protecting earpieces and waited for the others to do so as well before picking up the weapon.

She slid the magazine in which contained five bullets and looked at the target for a moment; it was a simple round target consisting of ten consecutively smaller rings with the smallest being the bulls-eye, a cross of numbers valued each ring starting from one on the outermost ring and ten for the center.

"Bulls-eye and each five," Kim called before the gun rapidly shot its five bullets.

When the silence returned, three persons looked at the view screen that showed an enlargement of the target; two with an astonished look and one with a knowing smile, "KP still got it."

Kim put the safety back on the gun and took out the magazine, "It's not something I can really lose."

"That's truly amazing," Dr Director gasped, even Will had to agree; even though he would have a good chance to perform the feat and get a five out of five hit, he would never be able to do that with the astounding speed Kim had just displayed.

"It's just part of what I am," Kim told, "I got this the same way I got the color of my hair; it took me no effort at all, I could have pretty much done this the first day I ever handled a gun."

"And that's not the best part," Ron grinned, "KP can even tell where a bullet is going to go by just looking at someone aiming."

"Ron, you're making it sound braggy," Kim smiled.

Ron shrugged, "If it's true, it isn't braggy."

"Could you show that?" Will asked, "If that's okay with you Dr. Director."

"Yes," Dr. Director said, "I was going to ask you to give Kim and Ron a bit of a tour around the shooting range anyway," she turned to the teens, "could you pass by my office once you're done here, I can then update your passes so you can practice here whenever you want to."

"Okay," Kim nodded, then she gestured to Will Du to get ready to shoot, "You shoot at the target and I'll tell you what you've hit."

She switched off the monitor that showed the close-up of the target and positioned herself a little to the side of Will in such a way that she couldn't see the target.

"Top eight… a little below the rightmost seven… just above the lower nine, good one."

With every shot and every correct call by Kim, Will was getting more amazed; this bordered on superpowers. After a few more shots he stopped and looked at the redhead, partly to make sure she really couldn't have been peeking and partly expecting to see some kind of glow surrounding her. Neither were happening.

Even Ron was amazed this time; he had never seen Kim correctly calling where shots were going this way before, usually her skill just allowed her to dodge whatever various villains fired at her.

"That is one amazing skill," Will admitted, "I'm sure it often comes in handy when facing villains."

"Knowing where they shoot sure does," Kim said, "being able to shoot from the hip… it's a bit scary sometimes."

Will frowned, "Is that also the reason you prefer not to carry a weapon?"

"Partly," Kim shrugged, "but it's also that I just don't like guns… or most weapons for that matter."

"Strange, considering that you're not shy of violence," Will observed.

Kim chuckled, "I went too hard on you during training? Fighting and martial arts is different, it's more… controlled. And you have to have put in more effort to learn it than for just shooting around with a gun."

"You may have a point," the GJ agent said, "but that's not the way how Global Justice looks on things… or most agencies for that matter."

"I know," Kim told, "that's one of the reasons Ron and me didn't want to get into the full agent program… speaking of Global Justice, did you find anything about my report and whatever your parents are planning?"

"Yes, that's why I wanted to speak to you two alone," Will walked over to the small briefcase that laid between his belongings, "I wrote down some stuff that I found, have Mr. Load take a look at this. I prefer not to discuss anything here until I'm certain no-one can overhear us."

"Wow, this must have taken quite some work," Ron remarked when he looked at the small stack of papers that held Will's research; everything was written down neatly.

"Yes, it was," Will told with a wry smile while turning his wrist a bit, "But I couldn't take any chances."

"I'll have Wade take a look at it," Kim promised.

"Good," Will nodded, "now, let me give you a short introduction to the shooting range and the weapons you are allowed to use for practice."

"This goes a lot higher than I thought," Wade said after Kim and Ron passed by to hand him the information Will Du had gathered, "If this is accurate Dr. Director might be in big trouble, not to mention GJ as a whole."

"Can we do something to help?' Kim asked.

"I'll first have to verify this and start some searches from here," Wade explained, "but even then it will be mainly a more or less political game."

"Well, if you need anything," Kim smiled, "call us, beep us, you know the drill."

"I will," Wade chuckled, but quickly turned serious again, "Try to keep this to yourselves, if anything leaks out it may destroy GJ as we know it."

"You can count on us," Kim told.

"So, any villain activity going on?" Ron asked, "You know, now we're here anyway."

Wade had to laugh while Kim rolled her eyes, "Not much going on at the moment, apparently Shego has gone to Go city to receive some kind of day at the spa."

"You keep track of that?" Kim frowned.

"Go to know your villain," Wade smirked, "anyway, I don't think we have to worry about Drakken for the moment, I doubt he can even open a jar of pickles without Shego there to help him."

Ron had a smile on his face as he got himself ready for his date with Kim; they were going to Chez Couteaux, this time to have a real date instead of the failed double-date they had with a turned good Shego and Mr. Barkin. Of all the weird, and sometimes short, dates Ron had had, this one pretty much topped the list in awkwardness.

"Mr. Barkin sure acted odd today," Ron said to himself; the Vice Principal had arrived at school that day covered in bandages while muttering about crazy women and attacking dogs during almost every class.

Ron put on his bowtie, satisfied that he was finally able to do that without Rufus' help, and looked in the mirror, "Everything turned out well, Shego is back to normal and won't be hogging Kim's attention with chick flicks and eyebrow waxing… who would do such a thing to themselves," he shuddered.

"Oh well," he smiled, and his mirror image smiled back at him, "Tonight I'm having a date with KP, everything is back to what it should be."

"Are you sure about that?" Ron's smile fell when he looked around to see who had spoken, but no-one was there.

"After everything that happened, do you really think things can ever turn back to normal?"

Ron looked up and then stared wide-eyed at his mirror image who was grinning back at him, "Guess who's back?"

A/N: Sorry for the longer wait, I hope you enjoyed the story. Leave a review if you liked it, more should be up shortly.