A/N: More RonBon charity work, a new threat and the dark side of fame for this chapter. Kim and the rest of the gang should rejoin the story in the next chapter.

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Bubba

The week had been a busy one. Ron was whisked from photo shoot to photo shoot with Bonnie. Personal appearances at various charitable organizations, Ron and Bonnie both sponsored an orphaned girl from the Rubin Zeffren Children's Home in Netanaya.

The visit to the children's home moved Ron the most. Bonnie was too wrapped up in schedules and dates to take much notice of where they were. So the full emotional impact was lost on her.

Ron was taken on a tour around the large concrete two story building by one of the counselors. Her name was Naomi an attractive woman who was just a bit older than Ron and Bonnie was the one conducting the tour.

The attractive raven haired woman told him her story as she led him around the building. "I came to live here in when I was eight. My father used to scream and beat me when I was little. Finally my mother divorced him and soon discovered that she could not take care of me properly. So she sent me here to live temporarily and I lived her temporarily until I was eighteen."

Ron waived to a group of girls in a classroom and they waived back before being admonished not to do so by their teacher, "Looks as if I got someone in trouble."

Naomi laughed, "Maybe just a little."

"So what are they learning in this classroom?"

"In this classroom they are learning to become seamstresses." Naomi pointed down the hall and motioned for Ron to follow her, "Here is where I spent a lot of time. I learned nursing here and then went to work in the hospital where I met my husband Moshe." She told him proudly.

"Well that is good to know." Ron said absently as he looked inside of a classroom.

Naomi's voice became very serious, "If it would not have been for the children's home I do not know where I would be now."

Bonnie finally caught up to the two. Her eyes were still hid behind the large round white sunglasses that went with her white dress, "There you are...Come on out front we have to tape our spot."

Ron nodded his head, "Well it was nice meeting you Naomi."

Then he followed Bonnie down the stairs, "They do a lot of good things here."

"Yea, I'm sure they do." Bonnie said absently as she pulled him outside the area to a shaded spot just outside the building.

Ron stood still as Bonnie pinned a microphone on his uniform collar. He gave her a goofy grin but she seemed not to notice, "Being famous sucks. Ever since I got home it's been one thing after another. I haven't got anytime to just relax...Then after shooting that suicide bomber that only made things worse."

Bonnie pinned her microphone on and turned to the camera. Raffi pointed at the two as Gilad held the large cue cards they were to read. Raffi held up three fingers, then two and finally one and then the red light lit up on top of the camera signaling they were taping.

"Shalom, I am Bonnie Rockwaller with my fiancé Lt. Ronald Stoppable here at the Rubin Zeffren Children's Home in Netanaya."

Now it was Ron's turn to speak, "The Rubin Zeffren Children's Home provides many essential services that go well beyond that of the Israel Children's Welfare Agency."

Bonnie stepped in after Ron finished his card: "Thanks to you and your contributions the Rubin Zeffren Children's Home is able to bring hope to those that have would ordinarily have one."

He listened as Bonnie finished her card and began on the next, "So we ask you to please join Bonnie and me in sponsoring a daughter of Israel that is in need."

Bonnie pointed to a girl just off camera. The little girl was adorable to Ron's eyes she couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old. She was dressed in a simple white dress that highlighted her dark features and black hair. She walked towards Bonnie and stood in front of her as Bonnie put her hands on her shoulders, "This is Talia, she is 7 years old and is a living orphan. Here parents were unable to care for her properly so they brought her here for her own good."

"So please join Bonnie and myself by sponsoring a child. There are many sponsorship levels available."

Ron held his grin as Bonnie read off the phone numbers and the red light went off on top of the camera. They both relaxed and took off their microphones. Bonnie turned to Ron, "We have a half hour meet and greet, then we can get out of here."

He winced at Bonnie's choice of words. Then he turned his attention to Talia, "Shalom pretty girl, how long have you been here at the school?"

The girl giggled, "Not long, maybe a month."

"What is your favorite class?"

Talia giggled and put her hands over her face before answering, "Recess"

Ron laughed, "I always enjoyed recess too...Those were good days."

"Come on Ron, we haven't got all day." Bonnie barked as she turned and walked away from them.

He stuck out his tongue at Bonnie and the little girl laughed, "Come on we need to see what Bonnie has planned next."

A heavy set lady approached Ron and took his hand, "We are so grateful that you and Bonnie took such an interest in our school."

Ron smiled he didn't have the heart to tell her it was a calculated move by his agent Morey and Bonnie to keep them on everyone's television sets So he smiled and nodded, "Just out of curiosity what was our level of sponsorship?"

The woman looked momentarily at the sky as she tried to remember, "I believe Bonnie signed you up for the 250 Shekel to feed Talia for a month."

He blinked at the woman, "That's it?"

"Umm...Just out of curiosity what is the top plan that you offer?"

The woman quickly answered realizing that Ron was about to up the couple's sponsorship, "The 18,000 Shekel plan would feed, house, and educate Talia for a year."

Ron nodded, "Put us down for that plan."

The woman smiled happily, "Of course, thank you Mr. Stoppable."

He motioned towards the little girl, "Talia needs to eat for more than a month."

Ron took a seat next to Bonnie at a picnic table as girls began to emerge from the building. The video cameras began to roll as they autographed the doll boxes and posed for pictures.

Bonnie became a bit miffed as a number of the older teenage girls wanted to get their pictures taken sitting on Ron's lap and kissing his cheek. Ron was blushing bright red as he glanced over at Bonnie and shrugged, "Ron is all about the ladies."

"Tell me about it." Bonnie said under her breath.

Soon the half hour was up and Bonnie was ready to leave for the next assignment. The lady with the school was handing Ron a thick packet of information on Talia and explaining all the things that Talia could now participate in at the school. Bonnie was growing more and more impatient, "This is starting to happen at every appearance. Ron is being too friendly. We're supposed to just put in our time and leave."

"Come on Ron, or we'll be late for the next appointment."

Ron smiled and waved goodbye to everyone. Then he joined Bonnie in the car where she was going to read him the riot act. Once Ron got settled she pulled away from the school and into traffic, "Ron, you are going to have to start taking this seriously. We need to make these appointments and photo shoots on time if we're going to stay on top of the food chain."

He nodded his head sadly, "Yes Officer."

Bonnie looked over at the packet in his lap, "What do you have there?"

"Oh, this is a packet for Taliya...I increased our package with the school."

"YOU WHAT?"

Ron winced but decided to stand his ground on something he felt was important, "Bonnie, 250 Shekels for a month's worth of food is nothing. Taliya's a cute little girl so I increased our package."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes and glared at him, "To what?"

He did not like the look he was getting, but it was important to him, "I increased it to the top package."

"And that is?"

Ron swallowed hard, "Here we go."

"Uh...18,000 Shekels for the year."

Bonnie's face turned red, "Ron, do you know how much free publicity we just gave them today? Just having our names attached to the school will keep donations coming in all year. This is coming out of your comic book money, because I'm not paying for you having such a soft heart."

"Fine, take it out of my money. Did you even pay attention back there to all the things they do for those girls. Do you remember the little girl's name that you held for the camera or was she just a prop. I think it's important. I'm going to donate so deal with it."

She shook her head, "Fine...I swear for a guy that has no problems with killing people. You sure do have a soft heart."

Ron sighed. Being famous was not as much fun as he imagined it was going to be. Nonstop work, meeting people, attending breakfasts, luncheons and banquets at night was beginning to wear thin with him. He looked out the car window, "I can't wait till leave is over." He thought sadly as the constant grind of their schedule took its toll.

"Where we headed now?" He asked Bonnie wearily.

Bonnie handed him the itinerary, "Look at number 18."

"OH SHIT..." Ron threw the itinerary back on top of the dash board.

"What?"

"Popsicles for Serderot..." Ron said nervously.

"Yea, so?"

"I've been to Serderot before."

"Oh...is it nice?" Bonnie asked hopefully.

Ron wiped his face and realized he was sweating, "Wasn't when I was there."

"When was that?"

"We were sent there just before we were deployed to Gaza City." Ron said soberly.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence as Ron watched familiar land marks come into view. He took a deep breath as they reached the outskirts of Serderot. Bonnie turned and kept an eye on him, "You OK?"

Ron chuckled sadly, "I was a whole man when I was here last...No scars."

"You're still a whole man Ron." Bonnie reminded gently.

They pulled up near a large street festival. A man came over to greet them, "Ahhhh It's Bonnie Ronkwell and her Fiancée' Ronald Stoppable." The man said happily as he shook their hands.

He motioned for them to follow him to a truck. Ron ducked back inside the car and retrieved his brown beret from the glove box. He then rushed to catch up to Bonnie and the man as they approached a battered old ice cream truck that had seen better days. Ron's spirits perked up as he saw there were a lot of IDF soldiers milling about.

Bonnie smirked as she watched a group of girl soldiers come rushing up to Ron and embrace him. Ron grinned, "Ladies, ladies, there is enough of The Ron to go around."

A news van from Channel 6 pulled up and began filming the couple. Bonnie motioned for Ron to join her by the truck. He reluctantly said goodbye to the girl soldiers who were sad to see him go. He walked up and stood next to Bonnie, "You just loved that didn't you?"

"Girls in berets always cheer me up." Ron grinned happily.

The camera team produced another set of cards for them to read, did a quick countdown and the red light came on signaling they were recording, "Shalom, Lt. Ron Stoppable and I are here in Sederot to help give out popsicles to returning citizens who were driven out by the terrorists missile attacks of the spring."

Ron read his card: "We'd like to thank the founder of this important project, Meir Lanske for inviting us to visit."

Meir Lanske stepped forward and Bonnie looked at him, "So Meir, tell us how you got started with this project."

Mr. Lanske smiled and waved at the camera, "Yes, well we started three weeks ago on a day that was particularly hot..."

Ron tuned him out as he began looking around at the familiar multifamily homes, "I wonder if that old lady is still in that apartment?" He closed his eyes and remembered her and her cat answering the door when they were going from house to house searching for insurgents, "What was that cats name...Mr. Booboo?"

Bonnie elbowed Ron in the ribs when it was his turn to speak, "That is wonderful Mr. Lanske, and especially the cell phone battery recharging station you set up for the soldiers. My cell phone saved my life in Gaza City, when I was able to call Bonnie. I would have loved to have been able to recharge it."

"That's true, Mr. Lanske's work has been very important to the moral of the IDF personnel as well as the returning residents."

The light on the camera blinked off and Bonnie spun to face Ron, "Don't ever adlib on me ever again."

"The card was lame, 'Oh thank you Mr. Lanske for doing God's work.' I told the truth, I told everyone how important cell phones are to the soldiers." Ron said his piece and then quickly walked away from her towards a small band playing folk tunes.

People began shaking his hand and one man gave him an orange Popsicle. Ron looked around at the buildings, "No, it was on the other side of the town."

"What is a Golani doing this far south?" A soldier asked.

Ron grinned, "I have to find someone new to fight since they asked me to leave Lebanon."

The Soldier stuck out his hand, "Sergeant Ira Belshouk"

Ron took the hand and shook it firmly, "Lt. Ronald Stoppable."

"First time here?" The sergeant asked.

Ron shook his head, "No I was a corporal earlier in the year and was deployed here before moving into Gaza City."

"Ah I was wondering how a Golani managed to get himself in trouble in Gaza. Where were you deployed?"

He pointed towards the other side of town, "Western edge of the town."

The sergeant nodded, "Oh you saw some action then."

Ron nodded his head and answered quietly, "Yes"

"RON"

He exhaled sharply and smiled at the sergeant, "My officer calls for me."

Sgt. Belshouk laughed, "I should have such an officer."

Ron turned and whispered, "Careful what you wish for, she is a mean one."

Bonnie waited for Ron to walk over to here, "Swapping war stories?"

"Yea, something like that..."

"It's getting late and this is our last stop of the day. So let's just head on home."

He grinned, "No banquet tonight?"

She smiled and shook her head, "No, I just want to go home and take a nice long hot bath."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "Good, I need you to take me to the other side of town before we leave."

"Why?"

"I want to see where I was at...Just look around." Ron said softly.

They walked slowly back to the car. Bonnie led the way as Ron had his eyes closed listening to the music. She could see he was not really with her anymore but back in the army doing whatever it was he was doing back then.

She drove where Ron directed her to go. They came upon an IDF road block where Ron got out. Bonnie joined him, "This is where we deployed."

He waved at the troops standing guard, "You wish you were Golani."

They laughed and told him to get lost. Ron walked up to one of the soldiers resting on a pile of sandbags, "I was wondering if it would be alright to wonder around and show my fiancée where I was at earlier in the year."

The soldier nodded, "You were here?"

"Long story."

"Yuri, Gaza City Madman was here!"

"You are pissing me?"

"No, he wants to look around with Bonnie Rotland."

Bonnie winced at yet another butchering of her name, "What is so hard about Rockwaller?"

The man stood up and picked up his rifle, "We had better give our important visitors a military escort then."

Ron took Bonnie by the hand and led her into a field. He could still see Achzarit tracks on the ground, "We camped here before we pulled out." He told her.

Two Nahal Haredi soldiers walked up to them, "Lieutenant, I'm Sgt. Keinon and this is Private Honig we have been told to escort you where ever you would like to go here."

Ron smiled and pointed at Bonnie, "See V.I.P. treatment for the weather girl."

Bonnie grinned. Sgt. Keinon looked confused, "Sorry Officer, I did not realize that Ms. Ringold would be accompanying us." The man smiled, "I am only joking of course."

"It was a good one too." Ron said with a grin as he strolled off before Bonnie could retaliate.

Ron looked at the two men, "Forgive me but I am not very familiar with the Nahal Haredi. I didn't think the Haredi were able to serve in the IDF?"

"We are part of the Neztah Yehuda Battalion. We were formed in 1999 to allow the Haredi that were interested in military service to serve, while still adhering to our high religious standards."

"That is most interesting. I seen the beards, but I only thought you were deployed here awhile." Ron said with a grin.

The two men laughed, "We Haredi have developed a saying, 'Those who do not study must fight." He turned to look at Ron, "I wanted to do things before I take up my studies."

Ron nodded, "I kind of resented the ultra orthodox for being exempt from the IDF. The best way of helping Israel is to study the Torah just didn't seem right to me. I'm glad to see them volunteering anyway." Ron thought as they walked towards a row of four unit apartments.

He pointed to the left side of the street, "My platoon searched this side of the street and Lt. Glick's searched the other side. We went house to house. It was all deserted then."

Bonnie nodded but said nothing. She watched Ron rub the back of his neck nervously, "I guess this is something he feels he has to do."

"See that house, we found a huge stash of weapons in there. We had to guard it all night before it could be removed. There was a rocket attack the next morning and we ran as far away from that building as we could in case it was hit." Ron said chuckling as he remembered bounding down the stairs with the rest of the platoon.

Ron put both of his hands on top of his head, "It's hard to believe it was just...Not even six months ago."

They made small talk with the two soldiers as Ron walked them back towards the empty farm land and woods that bordered the town. He froze in his tracks and whispered to the two Haredi soldiers, "You guys have a patrol over there?"

"No, nothing..." Sgt. Keinon told him.

"Everyone on the ground now." Ron said quietly.

Bonnie looked at him incredulously, "I'm wearing white."

Ron tugged her down, "I don't want you buried in white, get down."

"How many do you think there are?" The private asked.

"You have any field glasses?" Ron asked.

"Yes" Sgt. Keinon said as he began digging into his pack. He handed the binoculars to Ron, "You are ranking officer."

Ron took the glasses and peered through them, "There is two separate groups, one here and one just over that ridge there." He said pointing to the hillside just past the trees. He turned and looked at the sergeant, "Can you call for a patrol?"

"We are kind of thin here, but I can call for air support." He said as he pulled out a cell phone.

The private whispered to Ron, "Are you going to attack them?"

Bonnie heard the question, "NO, he is not going to attack them. We have too many appointments tomorrow."

Ron chuckled, "My officer has spoken."

She crawled up next to Ron, "Are we in danger?"

"No, they haven't seen us and they're heading the other way." He told her as he continued to watch through the binoculars.

Sergeant Keinon ended the cell phone call, "Two gun ships will be here shortly."

Ron nodded and continued to observe until something caught his eye, "Look, look, look, see that man he's pacing the distance off between the woods and the town. It is a mortar team."

A shot rang out and the man fell. Then the remaining members opened up on one of the buildings, "One of the townspeople dropped him."

The sergeant leaned in, "They have been sneaking in from the frontier and shelling the town at night. So the IDF moved in a couple of gun ships to give us some fire support."

The cell phone rang just as Ron could hear the rhythmic thump, thump, thump of rotor blades in the distance. The sergeant leaned over, "They want a visual marker so they will not fire on us."

Ron looked over towards Bonnie, "Roll over on your back, spread your legs and hold out your arms." She did as he asked.

"Tell them we are with a woman in a white dress."

Two Apache helicopters flew past them no more than a hundred feet off the ground and then they were headed to the tree line. The ground shook as hellfire missiles began impacting the positions.

Ron watched the melee through the binoculars. He could see the group on the hill running back over the hill with an Apache right on top of them, "Long day for those guys." He thought as he watched a body fly into the air.

Bonnie hit him on the side, "Can I roll over now?"

"No, because after this is over I'm going to roll over and screw the shit out of you." Ron said with a grin.

She rolled over and punched his arm, "Promises, promises"

"I think the helicopters have calmed things down a bit. Would you like to go back now or would you like to go see if there are any survivors."

Bonnie looked at the burning tree line and shook her head at Ron. He nodded his understanding, "Brothers I am on leave now. I think I am ready to go home."

They nodded their heads and the group headed back towards the road block. Ron took Bonnie by the hand and squeezed it. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "You were very brave."

Bonnie grinned, "I was wasn't I? Now let's get out of here."

They made it back to the road block and Bonnie watched as Ron hugged the men that went with them. She heard the word Achi spoken over and over again. She smiled knowing they were calling each other brother.

The drive home Ron tried to pretend he was sleeping but he couldn't as Bonnie kept peppering him with one question after another about what had happened to them today.

"So if I wasn't along would you have gone after them?"

"I don't know, probably not. Unless it was night he said as he reached over and began to feel her thigh.

She slapped his hand away, "Stop that."

Ron smiled as they entered their apartment complex, "Seeing you in the outdoors all natural has made me powerful horny."

Katrina Sakorov narrowed her brown eyes to thin slits as she watched the video of Ron shooting the suicide bomber for the tenth time. She examined Ron's eye movements, she could clearly see the moment he detected the man. She saw him look away and then to an elderly black man before spring to his feet and firing three shots. The shots were clearly audible on the tape even if the picture quality wasn't very good.

The woman taping her son standing in line to meet the famous Ronald Stoppable had grabbed her son and fell to floor when the shooting started. The camera lay at an angle as it continued to record people screaming and running about the store.

Katrina Sakorov was the undisputed head of the Yurchenko/Sakorov crime family operating in the Middle East. Her organization smuggled narcotics, guns and explosives into Israel and the neighboring Gaza Strip and West Bank.

She had run across the name of Ron Stoppable before earlier in the year. The young man had gone missing in Gaza City and instead of doing the smart thing of hiding and waiting for the Israeli army to find him and rescue him or Hamas to capture or kill him. He had decided to take things into his own hands and fight his own private war.

He had blown an ammo dump up full of illegal arms and ammunition that Yurchenko/Sakorov crime family had smuggled into the country. It would not have been such a loss to lose the weapons had they been paid for first. Since the weapons were unpaid that meant that Katrina Sakorov had lost a great deal of money.

So when the local Palestinian Authority Police approached her and her organization for help in finding the rouge IDF soldier she was only too happy to agree. She sent four of her best men out to find him and then kill him.

The small group was headed by Ivan Totsky a former GRU commando. The group was never seen alive again. It was rumored they found the missing soldier only to have him kill the entire squad.

Katrina rewound the tape once again before turning her attention to her new top lieutenant, "Yuri, find out who that black man is standing in front of this Ronald Stoppable." She ordered as she pointed towards the ghost of Frank Yarbourgh.

Yuri Stepanovich an ex-KGB officer and current right hand man to Katrina Sakorov squinted at the television set and then back towards his boss. He eyed thin elegant woman with long black hair, wearily. Though he considered her attractive he would never admit it to her. He knew if he did that he could possibly see Katrina's ugly side.

He knew enough to remain profession at all times lest he see the temper that made her a legend around the various crime families in Moscow. Yuri looked at the screen and to Katrina. He licked his lips nervously before he carefully answered his boss, "I...I see no black man."

"He is there, right there." Katrina said as she pointed to the screen.

"I see no one." Yuri nervously said again.

Katrina eyed the frightened lackey before nodding her head, "I see. That is all Yuri you man leave now." She said absently as she watched the video play through again.

She watched the man hurriedly leave the room before turning her attention back towards the TV, "So the Guardians have sent you an invisible helper. Ronald Stoppable is the chosen one for sure."

The tea in her cup had long since grown tepid as Katrina picked up the cup and saucer from her desk. She swirled the brew around in the cup a few times as she watched the video yet again. She took a sip of the beverage and made a face, "Cold" She said as she placed the offending drink back on the desk.

She watched Ron stand and shoot the suicide bomber yet again, "So you killed Candelle." She muttered to herself.

The reports coming out of the United States stated that a paramilitary group had stormed Candelle Mann's fortress. All of Mann's personnel mercenaries, scientists and Mann himself had been killed. Katrina watched the video again, "It was no paramilitary group, it was him."

Katrina had only met Candelle Mann once in her life. It was at a party in Moscow that he had thrown to raise money for an operation to be based in South America. The operation was designed to bring the decadent west to its knees through mind control candy.

She smirked at the memory. She remembered she thought the man a middle aged fool. She chuckled as she thought about the man in his purple suit and top hat, "How could the man expect to master the world when he couldn't even master his own tastes in fashion? It is no wonder father would give him no money." she thought.

The plan went to pieces after a two person crime fighting team had infiltrated Mann's lair in South America. Katrina narrowed her eyes as she tried to remember the name of the group, "It was not Global Justice, it was...team...Team Portable." She screwed up her face at the name, "Strange name for crime fighters..."

Her father refused the man politely she remembered. While the scheme was ridiculous they would still hear the man out. After all he was a member of the Legion. He too had sold his soul for power and eternal life just as they all did

Katrina turned and eyed her sword in the umbrella stand by the door. If Candelle had indeed been killed then it could have only been one weapon that could have done the job. The blade of the ancients, the blade of the Gods, the Lotus Blade, the name did not matter. It was still the one and only weapon that could kill a member of the Legion.

After Candelle was dispatched there was an inquiry in Tunisia to discuss what had to be done to protect the Legion from the coming tide of war. In Tunisia she listened as nervous men in dark sunglasses spouted theory after theory about who the blade would come for next.

She smiled at the memory of how frightened they had all been. Frightened of a memory or a shadow, Katrina did not buy into what she considered to be hysteria, "All those theories about vast Government conspiracies and the Catholic church being involved. Now I know the truth."

"So the blade does exist and is not the stuff of myth." She thought as the tape of Ron Stoppable shooting the suicide bomber continued to play once again.

Katrina leaned back in her leather office chair secure in her knowledge that she knew the truth. There was no vast conspiracy no grand plan, only a young man and a sword of legend, "So this boy wields the blade. I thought he would be...taller." She mused as she turned off the television with the remote as she pressed the call button on her intercom.

"Yes, Ms Sakorov?"

"I need you in here, we have much to discuss." She said into the intercom as she turned the television back on.

She leaned back in her chair again as she watched Ron rise and fire at his opponent three times, "Enjoy your fame while it lasts Mr. Stoppable for tomorrow you shall die by my hand."

Bonnie closed her eyes and sighed happily as she slid into the hot bath water. Her and Ron had been busy almost nonstop since his return from Lebanon and she for one was ready for a nice quiet night at home.

She opened an eye and glanced at the door as she heard the floor creek. Ron had been pacing back and forth around the apartment for the better part of a half hour. Bonnie sighed, "Ron do you need to use the bathroom."

"No...I'm just bored..."

"I suppose you want sexy time again?" Bonnie offered a smile creeping over her face as she had just finished being ravaged by Ron the minute they walked in the door.

She heard Ron chuckle from the other side of the door, "Not a bad idea...Actually I just want to go out and do something fun."

The pacing started again. Bonnie frowned, "Having Ron home is turning out to be more problimatic than what I thought. It's like having a caged tiger wondering around the apartment."

Her attention was now caught by a knock at the door, "See who that is?" She called out to him.

"OK" There was a brief pause, "Hey Dean..."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. She liked Vada. Vada was her friend but she did not like Dean. He was verbally abusive and from time to time physically abusive depending on the amount of liquor he had consumed.

Vada on the other hand could dish it right back to him. She wasn't above throwing a cordless phone at Dean from time to time. Still this was one man she wanted to have limited exposure to Ron. The last thing she needed was Ron emulating what he saw Dean doing.

"Hey Bonnie, I'm going to head out to a club called the Ostrich Farm for a few beers."

She froze, "What should I do? I know Ron wants to go out but I really don't like Dean..."

"Do you really need to go out? We have to get up early."

She heard Ron grumble then a few muffled words from Dean that sounded suspiciously close to 'Time to show her who's boss.' Then Ron's voice came through the door, "We should just be a few hours."

"You are so whipped..." She heard Dean scold him.

Bonnie leaned back in the tub, "If I don't let him go he's going to be whinning about it all night."

"Be back at one." She called out to him.

"YESSSSSSSSS'

She leaned back in the tub, "I just know I'm going to regret this."

Dean turned into a parking lot down the street from the club. The black Toyota 4Runner pulled to a stop and Ron climbed out of the car, "So this club is the shit?" He said parroting Dean's assessment of the club.

"Man this club is the shit of shits. If I can't get laid here I can't get laid anywhere." He said with a grin as he pointed towards the club.

Ron gave him a strange look, "Vada OK with this?"

Dean shrugged, "Who cares she's fat now. I mean she was hot before she got pregnant...now..."

"Ah..." Ron said evenly doing his best not to show he wasn't wild about what Dean was going to do.

"I show up with you, Hero of Israel and all that...man we'll be knee deep in women." He said happily as they walked around the large line of young people wanting to party to get to the door.

The doorman held up a hand, "Club's full..."

Dean pointed to Ron, "Ron Stoppable, Hero of Israel...on TV all the time..."

The doorman looked at the angry looking crowd that was behind the two, "Side door..." He mumbled as he motioned towards the door with his head.

Ron shook his head as they walked around to the side door, "I was wondering why you dropped by."

"Look Ron, I could waste my time trying to get in here by myself or I can pick you up and get in without any problems...Face it your famous, time to put that fame to use." Dean said unapologetically as they walked in through the side door.

Ron was getting an education about people who wanted to be his friend not because they liked him but because of what he could do for them. He frowned, "Fame sucks."

They walked into dark club the hypnotic dance music was blaring. Everyone appeared to be having a good time. He tried to smile as he autographed a napkin for a girl.

"I thought being famous would be cool. It just sucks, nonstop work, no time to do anything I want. I wish I could have found time to see Mr. Sietzman at the jewelry store or visited the Oester's at least I got to see Sam."

"Are you Ron Stoppable?" A young blonde asked.

Ron grinned half heartedly, "That's me."

"You want to...dance." The girl asked as she licked her lips enticingly.

"Maybe later..." Ron said as he saw Dean heading back to him holding a drink.

"OK, my name is Shasta..." The girl continued.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Dean asked leering at the girl.

Ron took his drink and downed half of it, "...Yea, uh...Shasta, this is Dean..." Ron said half heartedly.

"So you're a friend of Ron's?" The blonde asked.

Dean grinned, "Oh yea, we go way back You want to dance?' He asked her.

"Sure"

He watched the two make their way through the crowd to the dance floor. Ron drained the rest of his drink. He made a face as the liquor burned his throat on the way down, "At least they don't water the drinks down here." He thought as he went to the bar for another drink.

The rhythmic pounding of the music continued as Ron took a sip from his drink, "Still the money's good, Bonnie's happy...I just wish I was famous for something other than shooting people." He thought sadly.

Ron looked at himself in the mirror behind the bar. He was dressed in street clothes. A very trendy outfit that Bonnie had him buy when they in Boulder to see the specialist about his wounded knee. The beige Levi's Dockers went well with the loose fitting white long sleeved shirt he wore, "Feel naked without my gun. Well, at least I still have the Lotus blade on me." He thought as he watched a drunken man approach from just to the left of him in the mirror.

"You Ron...Stoppable?" The man slurred drunkenly.

He was not much of a threat to him. So Ron ignored him until the man put a hand on his shoulder, "I said are you Ron Stoppable?"

"FUCK OFF!" Ron sneered sounding more aggressive than he intended to be.

A large Arab bouncer appeared from nowhere, "You will come with me. You have had enough."

The red faced man tried to throw a punch at Ron before the bouncer put him in a hammer lock and walked him towards the door. The man didn't leave quietly. He screamed and cursed at Ron as he was led away.

Ron sighed, "No wonder Kim took up smoking..." He muttered to himself as he motioned for another drink.

Dean came back to the bar with a grin on his face, "Shasta's wild, she gave me a blow job for your phone number."

"You didn't..." Ron said suddenly in a panic as the vision of Bonnie getting a phone call from a drunken blonde raced into his imagination.

"Fuck no. I just gave her my work cell phone number. You never know when I'll want another blow job." Dean said with a grin.

Ron took his drink from the bartender, "Shit..." He said relieved that he wouldn't have to explain this to Bonnie later.

Dean looked around the bar, "Shasta gave me some shit, follow me."

He finished his drink and followed Dean towards the restroom. Dean motioned towards the empty handicapped stall and pulled out a bag with four large hand rolled joints. He held up the bag, "This is the good shit. Thai stick, fuck you up for a week." He whispered.

Ron eyed the bag and licked his lips. He had only smoked marijuana one time back in Middleton. Tina Liberman and her girl friend Shelly passed a joint around before Ron watched them make love to one another until he joined the two. The memory made him smile, "Good shit?"

Dean lit the joint and inhaled deeply, "Oh yea...good shit...I had to give her your address for it."

He took the joint away from Dean, took a drag off of it. He felt the smoke enter his lungs, almost instantly he felt all of his muscles relax and his face grow numb before he exhaled, "Oh yea, this is good shit."

"You take that one. I'll light one for myself." Dean said happily as he pulled another one from the bag.

Ron didn't argue as he took another drag from the joint and leaned his head back against the cold metal partition of the handicapped stall. The two giggled and laughed as a man tried to open the door. Ron exhaled, "Get lost."

The man cursed and left them alone as he picked a stall next to them.

Dean grinned, "Good shit...So, you like being famous now?"

He didn't answer right away as he had a lung full of smoke. He exhaled it, "Fuck no...Fame sucks, but this is definitely good shit." Ron said appreciatively as he held the fat joint up for inspection.

"Fame is good, laying brick sucks. Still, this is good shit." Dean said seriously before taking another long drag from the joint.

Once they finished in the men's room the two returned to the bar. Glassy eyed Ron ordered two more drinks and knocked them down in succession. He watched a rather attractive brunette approach him. She looked familiar but he just couldn't place her.

"Hi Ron want to dance?" She asked.

Suddenly her name popped into Ron's head. It was Lauren the girl he met earlier in the week in the lobby of Bonnie's apartment building. Ron smiled at her, "Sure Lauren..."

Lauren gasped, "You remembered my name."

Ron smiled, "Oh yea...I remember you." He said as he eyed her shimmering black top that exposed an ample amount of cleavage. From there he looked down to her mini skirt that stopped just below her crotch. Ron was drunk, high and aroused.

The two headed for the dance floor. Ron couldn't be sure how long they had danced the only thing he could remember for sure was that he was really sweaty when Lauren pulled him from the floor towards a dark corner behind a large fake plant.

She made sure no one followed them or was watching. Once she was confident they were not being observed she took Ron's hands and began to suck on his fingers before breaking off long enough to whisper in his ear, "I see you on TV all the time and I like what I see."

Ron giggled and said quietly, "I'm glad you like what you see."

Lauren took Ron's hands and ran them up her shirt and then down beneath her mini skirt. Ron moaned as he realized that Lauren wasn't wearing any underwear. She pulled his hands away, "Later...I have to show the Hero of Israel my appreciation for his service first." She whispered before falling to her knees and unzipping Ron's fly.

He looked around and giggled nervously, "Oh yea, Ron's all about being shown appreciation."

Ron gasped as Lauren pulled his erect penis out of his pants. He urged her on as he watched her take it into her mouth, "Get it, get that Ron Dog girl." He hissed.

The music continued to beat at a deafening pace as Ron leaned his head back thrusting his hips into Lauren's face in time with the music, "Boyahahaha, Fame is goooooood!"