Oh, and I own squat, whatsoever. Even these early chapters are not mine. Disney owns the characters, Scoutcraft Piratess owns the story concept, I'm just posting and playing with them.

Okay, so this will probably not be everyone's cup of tea to read, but for pure, irreverent humour, you need to check out Honry Lil' Devils: Extended by Chaosengine. Granted, you need to have a SERIOUS sense of humour, but if you are as messed in the head as I am, you won't be able to stop laughing.

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The Ronless Factor – Chapter 28

"Thanks for the lift Bonnie, and everything you did today."

Kim was climbing out of the car, Bonnie having swung by to drop her off at her home while her parents were dealing with the situation of Mrs. Possible being a synthodrone at the space center. Ron could see the stress Kim was under clearly, it was written in every movement she made, and every look in her eyes. It troubled him.

"Eh, it was sorta fun... well, the Ron synthodrone was anyways."

Kim gave her a faint smile as she ducked back to look in the open door. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow. We still going to tell everyone?"

Bonnie shook her head quickly. "No, we're only going to tell Tara, and I guess Monique, since you want to tell her."

Kim frowned deeply. "Monique isn't a bad person, you hung out with her a couple times before prom happened."

"And then she cut the rug right out from under me and stole my BF AT the prom. Thank you, but I'll avoid dealing with her as much as possible. She's your friend, not mine."

Kim sighed, shaking her head slightly. "All right, sorry about that. So... tomorrow?"

Bonnie nodded quickly. "Yeah, I need to tell Tara what's going on... if she'll even talk to me after today."

Ron waited till Kim cleared out from the door, before passing through the seat to get out. Even though the car's frame didn't impede him for a moment, he still felt better going through an open portal. "See you tomorrow Bonnie."

"Stoppable, wait a second."

Two heads turned quickly, and Kim quirked an eyebrow questioningly. Bonnie just smiled. "Don't worry K, I just need to borrow him for a second. Just shut the door."

Kim paused for a moment before nodding, and closed the door just as Ron sat back down on the passenger seat. "What's up?"

Bonnie seemed to look away for a moment, composing herself. When she turned back to look at Ron, he was shocked. Her eyes held a depth of emotion he had rarely seen; sadness, compassion, concern, all rolled up into one. "Ron," her voice was tentative, but built up strength, "take care of Kim. I don't know if you can see it or not, but Kim doesn't exactly... she's been through a hell of a lot, and this type of thing, with her mom and everything..."

Ron could hardly believe the sincerity in Bonnie's voice. To say the least, he found it touching. "Bonnie, you know I will. And can I say..."

"No, you can't say." Bonnie's face hardened instantly. "You say one thing to ANYONE about what I just said, especially Kimmie, and I'll go get a priest right now and have you exorcised. You got me?"

Ron nodded quickly. "Sure, I got you, but wouldn't a personal trainer or something be better for that? I mean, a priest seems a weird person to get me to do exercises."

Bonnie just stared blankly at the seat beside her, a mixture of emotions playing over her face. Finally, she settled for putting her forehead to the steering wheel, groaning softly. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"TWEEBS!"

Kim's voice was clearly audible, despite the front door and the car door being between them and Kim. Both of them looked over quickly, and Ron knew that he was needed. "Umm... can we discuss this tomorrow? I gotta go see what's going on in there."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, waving her hand. "Yeah, whatever."

Ron bolted through the closed door, shaking his head at the disturbing sensation of his head passing through the steel of the car. He bolted quickly up the steps and through the door, just in time to catch Kim at the start of her rant. "... only been gone twenty minutes and you're already taking the stereo apart? Just wait until dad gets home and deals with you."

"But Kim..."

"Dad already knows."

"We've been at this for two hours and..."

"...Dad was the one helping us set this up."

Ron couldn't seem to follow which one of them was which, but the twins were in full mode. Kim seemed to realize that as well. Her anger faded as she looked over the equipment that they were working on, and saw that they weren't so much as tearing the stereo apart as modifying it. "All right then, what exactly are you working on?"

The Tweebs smiled brightly, a look that Kim hadn't seen in some time. "Well, dad told us all about..."

"...how Ron is a ghost now, and then..."

"...Wade sent over components to install..."

"...his ghost communication system..."

"...so that Ron can talk anywhere in the house!"

"Is Ron here now? We really want to talk to him."

Kim was speechless, as she stared at first the stereo, and then her brothers. Before they could react, Kim dropped to her knees and grabbed both her brothers into a tight hug. They resisted at first, trying to squirm away, but finally settled into the embrace, even returning it. When she pulled away, she had a few tears in her eyes, and a huge smile on her face. "Do you guys know how much you rock?"

Jim and Tim just smiled back, not even noticing their own tears. "We know."

Kim wiped her face quickly, rising to her feet. "So is it ready to go?"

Jim stepped forward, plugging one last cord in. "We have most of the house wired now."

Tim looked over the wiring one last time, before nodding. "We still have the kitchen to do, but that shouldn't take long."

Kim just smiled, taking a deep breath. "Thanks you guys. I won't even get mad about you going in my room."

Jim and Tim's eyes widened. "Dad said we could."

Kim just chuckled softly. "I said don't worry about it. How long until you can turn it on?"

Jim grinned triumphantly. "How about... NOW!"

Jim flicked a switch, and everyone looked on expectantly. For a few moments, the anticipation was palpable, but as time dragged on, shoulders slumped.

Kim sighed. "Ron, have you said anything yet?"

"Oops." Ron realized that he was holding up the show. "Sorry about that. Can you guys hear me?" Considering the lack of reaction, Ron took that as a no. With a quick glance around the room, he saw a picture of himself hanging on the wall. He moved over to it, and carefully plucked it off the wall, using as much concentration as he could.

Jim and Tim were looking around wildly when they saw the picture. Their eyes widened, and their mouths dropped open sharply. Kim, who had seen Ron in action, just giggled.

"That is so cool!"

"Float us next!"

Kim just placed a hand on their shoulders, leaning down towards them. "Guys, maybe you should get this thing working first so we can talk to Ron."

Jim and Tim nodded enthusiastically, rushing over to the stereo. They looked over the connections, frowning. "I was sure we had everything hooked up to Wade's specifications."

Rufus, hearing the problem, leapt free from Kim's pocket and dashed to the sound system. He eyed it speculatively for a moment, before raising one paw. He ducked in behind the stereo, and all of them could hear Rufus working. After a few seconds, he popped back up, smiled, flipped the switch, and gave a thumbs up, quite an accomplishment for a small animal without thumbs.

Kim, Jim, and Tim looked across the room expectantly to where Ron still held the picture in his hands. Ron sighed. "Can you hear me now?"

It took a second for his voice to filter through the stereo, about a second delay, but when it did, Ron could hear his voice as clearly as if he had said it himself. Jim and Tim cheered loudly, hugging each other, and even hugging Kim without once thinking about it. Kim just smiled brightly, looking to Ron with all the love she could muster. "We can hear you Ron, loud and clear."

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This is not going well.

Bonnie's head sank as her mother just droned on and on, her sisters chuckling softly as they sat at the dining room table. "I knew I shouldn't have let you spend all that time with your grandmother, I knew she wouldn't be a good influence. These delusions are not good BonBon, you have to understand that. I'm going to make an appointment with our family psychiatrist for tomorrow evening for you, so we can get this all straightened out."

"Mom, I'm not crazy." Bonnie was getting down to her last nerve, and tried very hard to keep her tone level.

"BonBon, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people see doctors for this kind of thing. But you have to know that this is not normal, and you need to see someone."

"Since when has Bonnie ever been normal."

Bonnie glared sharply at her sisters, who just tittered on. She turned to look back at her mother, finally reaching the end of her rope. "Look, I am not crazy, and I am not going to go see a shrink. I talk to ghosts, just like Grandma did. And right now, I'm helping..." Bonnie stumbled for the word for a moment, internally wincing as she realized it was actually true, "...I'm helping my friends with something big right now, and I plan to keep doing that. Stop treating me like some child, I'm seventeen."

Connie just chuckled cruelly. "That's cause all you'll ever be is a child."

As her sisters laughed, Bonnie jumped to her feet. "You two can just shut the hell up."

Mrs. Rockwaller's eyes widened. "Bonnie Michelle Rockwaller, you will not talk to your sisters like that. Apologize to them."

"What, they can talk to me any way they want, but I can't say anything to them? Well screw that, I'm tired of this shit!"

"How DARE you speak to me in that tone. When your father gets home..."

"What's he going to do, ground me? Like I care at this point. I'll see your damn shrink, and I'll make sure to scare the piss out of him. Just don't expect me to listen to you, or these two harpies, ever again!"

Bonnie slammed her hands on the table, and bolted right past her sisters before anyone could stop her. She ran up the stairs, threw open the door to her room, and slammed it behind her. Pausing only to lock the door behind her, she threw herself onto her bed, crying profusely. She knew this was going to happen if she talked to her parents, it always went the same way. Now she was an even bigger freak with her family, and she'd never hear the end of it.

"Are you all right?"

Bonnie didn't jump, even when she heard the small voice only a couple feet away. "Go away."

Bonnie didn't hear anything, so she buried her head in her pillow, screaming in frustration. This carried on for a few minutes, until she slowly lifted her head, staring up at the wall behind her bed.

Bonnie felt the gentle patting on her back then, but didn't respond.

"I'm sorry."

Bonnie raised herself up, sniffling softly. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"Cause I'm a poultry ghost, that's what Rita calls me. I just make trouble."

Bonnie could hear hear the sadness in the small voice, and breathed out deeply. "Michaela, right? It's not your fault. My family are just... just..."

"Mean?"

Bonnie chuckled softly. "Well, that's putting it nicely. Of course, it's probably what I deserve, I'm not exactly nice either."

"Sure you are." Bonnie watched as one of her old stuffed animals rose and hovered there just above the bed. She could see the middle depress, as if the toy was being hugged tight, and she could almost picture a little girl sitting on her bed, looking sad. "You didn't have to talk to me, most people don't, not even other ghosts. You actually listened to me, and you're helping Ron and his girlfriend. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met! They're just big meanies."

Bonnie smiled, wiping her face. "Thanks, but that doesn't exactly help me much."

They were silent again, just sitting there, Bonnie watching the toy rock back and forth slightly. Finally, Michaela spoke. "You know... I could help you get back at the meanies."

Bonnie watched where Michaela was sitting, and her smile broadened. Her tongue ran across her lips, and she bit her bottom lip just slightly, pondering the possibility. "What would you do?"

Bonnie watched the toy bouncing excitedly. "Oh, well I was thinking, I'm really good at the haunting thing. I could start, you know, floating all kinds of things and rattling pictures and replacing their shampoo with hair colouring and..."

Bonnie stopped paying attention for a moment, wondering. Should she do it? It wouldn't exactly be nice, but it's not as if she was doing it herself. But it would be nice for her sisters to suffer.

"Michaela, don't do anything to my Mom, but..." Bonnie's smile turned almost sinister, "have fun with my sisters."

Michaela gave an excited squeal, and bolted from the bed with the toy still in her hands. She ran for the door and passed right through, or at least Bonnie assumed she did, because the plush toy fell quickly to the floor. Bonnie laughed softly, and then she heard Michaela giggling as well. "Oops, sorry. Be back soon."

Bonnie lay back on the bed, wondering if this was really such a good idea. Obviously her sisters would blame her, call her a freak, but it would prove that she could talk to ghosts. And she couldn't help thinking about Ron's words, about ghosts not needing to sleep. And it would be a great way to get her sisters to toe the line and get off her back.

When Connie and Lonnie started screaming, Bonnie couldn't help but smile broadly.

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Kim was just about ready to put Jim and Tim to bed when the front door opened, and all eyes turned to look. Her parents came through the door, and it looked like they were trying very hard to keep things light, as evidenced by their faint smiles.

Andrea Possible just smiled, taking in the attentive looks of her children. "Shouldn't you two be in bed?"

"Sorry Doctors P squared," Ron was trying his best to keep the light mood, considering what he knew had to be discussed, "we kinda got to talking."

Andrea Possible just gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. It was obvious that no one had told her that they could talk to Ron like this, or that they were hooking it up around the house, something Jim and Tim had finished just a couple hours earlier. "Ron... you are here, aren't you?"

Ron just grinned, and touched her hand. Andrea jumped, startled, but that didn't deter Ron. "I sure am Missus Doctor P. And how's the the loveliest syntho brain surgeon in the land."

James gave a small cough, but Andrea just smiled. "I'm fine, I guess." She lifted her arm, showing a device strapped to her left wrist. "This should prevent any signals from Dr. Drakken from getting through to my higher brain functions. At the very least, it should set off enough warning lights if something does happen that the entire western seaboard should know what's going on."

Jim and Tim leapt to their feet, running to their mother. "So you're really a synthodrone?"

"This is way beyond cool!"

"Way better then Janie's Mom."

Both reached out to check out the device on her arm, but were stopped by their father quickly. "Boys, you will not touch this, no matter what. It's not just strapped to her wrist, it's..."

Andrea laid a comforting hand on her husband's shoulder. "Boys, what your father is trying to say is, the device is actually... plugged into me. Any tampering with it, and I might... drain."

While Jim and Tim didn't quite catch the change in expression, Kim and Ron sure did. There was also no mistaking the comforting grasp of her hand by her husband as she fought back the tears.

She pulled the boys into a hug, before releasing them. "All right boys, off to bed with you."

They scampered up the steps, excitement coursing through them. "Mom even felt real."

"I know, so cool!"

Once they were out of sight, the facade dropped, and Andrea turned and fell into her husband's arms. "Oh James..."

James held her comfortingly in his arms, whispering to her softly. Kim came up as well, hugging her from behind. Ron wanted to as well, but... "Umm, I'd join in on the group hug as well, but..."

Andrea chuckled softly as she pulled away. "I guess this family truly can do the impossible. Ron's a ghost, I'm a synthodrone, maybe Kimmie can become a monkey or something to round out the set.

Ron and Kim both groaned at that. "Been there, done that."

"I SO did not care for the fur coat. The tail was handy though."

James and Andrea just stared for a moment before breaking out laughing. "Yeah, I guess I was asking for that."

Kim responded with anouther hug before pulling away. "Don't worry mom, we'll get your body back."

Andrea smiled at her daughter, feeling Kim's strength. "Thank you Kimmie."

Kim nodded once, and then pulled away. "Ron and I are going to go up to my room."

James' gaze shot around the room. "Remember what I talked about Ronald."

Ron's troubled response came through loud and clear. "Yes sir."

Kim and Ron made their way upstairs, but not as fast as he had expected. Kim lingered, just out of sight, and Ron realized why as her parents came up shortly after them.

"James, we can't. I not even human, and you... and I..."

"Honey, I love you. It doesn't matter to me what you are physically, it's what's in here that matters. And if I want my beautiful wife to sleep next to me so that I can hold her, then that's what I'm going to do. Unless you don't want me to."

"Of course I do James, it's just... just..."

"Shhh..."

Kim and Ron paused as they heard quiet footsteps trailing away, followed by the gentle closing of the door behind them. Once they were in their bedroom, Kim finished the rest of the trip to her room, and she collapsed onto her bed.

Ron moved over beside her, and he wanted so much just to hold her properly. "KP, are you all right?"

Kim nodded quickly, rubbing her eyes before the first tears could fall. "Yeah, it's just... it's all so much, and you're dead and mom's a synthodrone and Shego got shot and Drakken's out there and..."

"Kim, stop." Ron sat on the bed beside Kim, and his hand moved to cover hers, stroking softly. Kim sighed at the gentle contact, breathing easier. "KP, you can get through this, I know you can. You're the strongest person I've ever known. Sure, things are nasty and insane right now, but you can get through this... we can get through this. We'll stop Drakken, save your mom and everyone else he's replaced, and I'll be there with you every step of the way."

Kim smiled at him, and she lay back on the bed. "Ron... what Mom and Dad were talking about..."

"Kim, I'll always be here for you, as long as I can anyways. Now, get some sleep. I can't even feel a thing and I'm beat. You have to be exhausted!"

Kim laughed softly, and not even bothering with her clothes, burrowed under her blanket. "Stay with me?"

Ron grabbed up Pandaroo, and brought it over to Kim, who excepted it gratefully. "I'll be here."

With a satisfied sigh, Kim closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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Author's Notes – Well, the Possible family are feeling pretty good, but Casa Rockwaller is not in the best shape. And how will things turn out at school the next day when Tara and Monique are brought in on the big secret? Stay tuned!