NO MORE!

A/N: This is totally AU, the movies are set 1 year backing the timeline so that affects the story. Thoughts are italicized.

Disclaimer: Damn that mouse and his control over everything Kim Possible, which sadly I do not own.

Chapter 21

Monique was sitting at Ron's booth at Bueno Nacho. She was waiting for a certain platinum blonde cheerleader to come and spill about a recently acquired beau. She hadn't heard from Ron in a while either, she decided he was still freaked out about what had….transpired at his house. She was broke out of her worrying by the door chiming that someone entered. That certain someone sat down at Monique's table.

"hey Monique, you wanted to talk?" Monique put on her gossip face.

"Ron told me you were dating Chris. So tell me! How'd it happen?" Tara seemed to slouch.

"well…..Chris is a good guy. Sure he may not be hottie of the year but he's kind hearted and well mannered when he needs to be." Monique nodded.

"true, true. But what made him cheerleader date material? And won't Bonnie be mad?" again the blonde slumped.

"she already knows. She's upset but she understands."

Tara was blonde but she wasn't dumb. She played the part pretty well but she hated doing it. She already explained her plot to Bonnie. The brunette explained that while good her plan only had a 50 percent chance at working. She then explained every visible flaw and what else could bring it down.

"c-can I tell you something…..I really need to get it off my chest." ooh a bit o' gossip about the gossip queen. Count Tara hooked. She nodded hastily. "Kim escaped from jail." fuck. "then she tried to ruin mine and Ron's relationship." oooh chances just went up 20 percent. "I think it worked." add 10 to that. "her and that blue dude sabotaged our date last night…..they used an airborne pheromone on us….we did…..well it."ok, drop it by 50. Now to ascertain the severity.

"you guys used a condom right?" Monique's eyes widened it what seemed to be terror. She shook her head. ok, lower it by 10 again. That's what? 20 percent? In short, no chance with Ron…maybe I can give Chris a chance. Wait…is Monique…crying? the ebony beauty had her head on the table and what sounded like sobs were emanating from her. "Monique, are you ok?" she shook her head, that was still against the table. " Maybe you should call him? Try to talk things out." she lifted her head, yep she'd been crying. The red eyes and the tear trails confirmed it.

"can I use your phone? I left mine at Ron's." Tara nodded and handed over her phone. Monique entered the Ronnunicator's number to only find it was already in contacts. She hit the call button. It rang for a few minutes before the answer.

"hello?" Shego? Her voice sounded sad.

"Shego? Where's Ron?" the sound of crying assaulted her ears.

"Kim, she…..she….he's dead I know it!" what? No!

"how?" now she was crying.

"he wore a suit! It killed him!" a suit? What?

"where is he?"

"he's on his way to middleton general. Life flight." no! she had to get there. She hung up.

"Tara….I have to go." Monique dashed outside and hopped in her car. Destination, the hospital.

Ron's dream:

Ron was tied down to his bed. He already knew what was going to happen. Kim walked in.

"Hello Ron." he was terrified. He didn't want to relive this. He looked at his arms and legs. They were tied firmly to the bed posts. Something was different. Kim was wearing blood red robes and horns seemed to be protruding from her head.

"Kim….please." she grinned evilly.

"sorry, no can do." she reached behind her back/ instead of a nightstick she pulled out a 4 inch dagger.

Ron was, in short, freaking out. He felt his heart racing. She drew the knife to his cheek and pressed and sliced. He screamed in primal fear and pain. He could feel the hole in his cheek, it was a clean, thorough cut. He could also feel the blood on his face.

"now, now Ronnie. I think screaming needs to be punished. Kim now brought the knife to Ron's abdomen, right below his sternum to be exact. She pushed the blade down. He felt his diaphragm puncture. He was screwed. She drew the blades slice out. When the cut was a good 5 inches long she dropped the bloodied knife on his bed.

"your heart belongs to me now and forever." Kim plunged her hand in his wound. Pain like he never felt shot through his body. He tried to scream but sound wouldn't come. The feeling of the evil woman's hand going through his chest was killing him. Then he felt it grip his heart.

In the med-vac chopper:

"he's flat lining! Get the EKG over here!" Jon Saxon, chief medic for this operation was confused. One moment this boy's heart rate was steady then the next, flat line. He grabbed the paddles off of the EKG. He set the voltage while another medic placed the pads on either side of the boy's chest. "clear!" the panels came down on his chest. The body's back arched. Nothing. "clear!" one more time. Again nothing. Then another. Again, nothing. Just once more. He brought down the panels one more time. Again no change. He dropped the panels. He sighed. "patient is DOA, mark the TOD at." he looked at his watch. "11 hundred hours…..he's gone people." he pinched the bridge of his nose then dropped his head in his hands and mumbled to himself. "now there are no more heroes…."

A/N: ok it took me awhile to flush this chapter out. I hope you all like it. Do not worry, this is not the end. So, as always, until next time. Read and review!