A/N: Welcome to Royal Pain. This will be Prince Wally's first and only appearance. I would like to thank everyone thus far who has followed or favorited my stories. It means a lot to me that you want me to continue my stories. Thank you.
Now, Prince Wally will do the next two disclaimers, as he's a big character of this episode.
Prince Wally: Maeph93 does not own Kim Possible. He only owns the OCs. Thank goodness he doesn't own my nation, otherwise, I'd actually have to do work.
Note: I made some changes and combined parts 1 and 2 together, as well as parts 2 and 3 together. Instead of three parts for this episode, there are two.
"Listen up, people!" Mr. Barkin boomed throughout the crowded Middleton High Auditorium. "The time has come for us to choose Middleton High's new student government. Class President is a significant burden and an excruciating opportunity. Now, let's have some nominations for this glorious, thankless task."
The student body did not seem enthusiastic about the nomination, and most sat in the stands twiddling their thumbs and staring straight ahead. Some of the students were sleeping while others were listening to music, such as Brick Flagg. Overall, the atmosphere seemed lackluster, a relative silence filling the room.
Kim elbowed Ron in the side, which prompted the teenage sidekick to stand up. "Mr. Barkin, from the great State of Confusion, I am proud to nominate our next class president, Kim Possible."
Truth be told, a small part of Ron wanted to nominate himself, but he knew how things might go if he did not nominate his best friend. Everyone - and Ron literally believed everyone - would be shocked. Ron grabbed a blowhorn from his pocket and blew into it as the cheerleaders and a large majority of the audience clapped and cheered.
"Done and done, KP."
Kim didn't look impressed. "Ron! I wanted to run for class president, not the class clown."
Ron shrugged. "Suit yourself. Clowns have more fun."
"Challengers?" Barkin questioned.
Bonnie Rockwaller stood up and nominated Brick Flagg, much to Kim and Brick's surprise.
"The cheerleader versus the quarterback." Barkin paused, a smile breaking out on his face. "Classic."
"No sweat, Kim. You got this in the bag," Ron assured. "Who cares if he's a popular jock when you've got the Ron Stoppable as your campaign manager?"
"Great," Kim groused, hating the fact that she had to go up against one of the school jocks.
"Now get out of here, people!" Mr. Barkin ordered, his tone coming off as loud and fleeting.
The students filed out of the room and Ron excused himself to head to the bathroom. Ron had just sent Andrew Lipsky a text telling him to meet him at the Middleton Golf course when he felt someone else's presence in the bathroom. Quickly deleting the message, Ron turned around, only to find no one there. Closing his eyes, Ron focused on the auras in the bathroom. No one was there.
"Greetings, Stoppable-san," a ghostly voice said.
"Neat trick there, Sensei," Ron praised with his back still turned.
"Thank you. I need to speak with you immediately," Sensei voiced. "My students tell me that your aura has gotten particularly strong."
"Thank you! But what's the real reason you've contacted me? It can't be to just pay me a compliment."
"There is something odd and mysterious about you, Stoppable-san," Sensei admitted. "I can sense it, and the fact that you know about me leads me to believe you are colluding to something very dangerous."
Ron paused, baffled by Sensei's accurate statement. Did Sensei somehow know that – wait? Ron whirled around and in a suspicious manner, asked, "Can you read minds?"
"I can but I won't. Now I ask again, what is it?"
Ron assured Sensei that he knew what he was doing and promised to talk with Sensei at a later date. When Ron thought Sensei had left, Ron headed back to class to write up a plan on how Kim would beat Brick, even though Kim didn't need any help. Once the agonizing hours of school were finished, he and Kim headed to play miniature golf.
Ron did his best to ignore both the Global Justice agents and Yamanuchi students as he waited for Kim to finish her hole. Presently, she was struggling. "Imagine the ball going not only into the Eiffel Tower but through it."
Kim stopped her putt attempt as she turned to Ron with a frown on her face. "What does this have to do with my campaign? Bonnie's probably painted dozens of "Pick Brick" posters by now."
"Kim, the best political strategies are figured out on the golf course. Now let's move on the Old Faithful, shall we?"
"I don't care about big political deals!" Kim harped. "I wanna help people!"
"Kim, listen," Ron began, "cut out this serious thing if you want to beat Brick. Voters don't care for that!" Ron let the statement sink in before he joked, "Or maybe you should get a dog. Voters love dogs."
Kim opened her mouth to reply, but her Kimmunicator beeped. Evidently, majesty King Wallace and their good-for-nothing prince needed protection. If it wasn't for Kim and the fact that he knew he needed to act like the old Ron, Ron would have declined and told the prince off, never mind the fact that the Knights of Rodeghan wanted to off Wally. Ron would be okay with that, but he would still go and protect the guy, even if he was a weak link.
Kim and Ron met the royal jet at the airport. Kim found that "Spankin'!" Kim stepped forward and entered right away. Ron followed close behind, deciding that their brief talk about how Kim was behind in the polls thus far was inconsequential to the timeline. Ron boarded the private jet without mentioning to Kim that she was behind in the polls and settled in for a nap. The next situation Ron had to deal with was the Knights of Rodeghan. Ron knew what he wanted to happen, so in the meantime, he relaxed.
After the private jet came the limo and after the limo came the arrival of Prince Wally, the most selfish person to ever live. Tied with Hego, Ron mused.
"What's up, homey homes? I'm your main dude, brother man and such," Prince Wally greeted, still the pompous ass as always.
"Ah, hello. I'm Kim and this is Ron."
"Hold that thought. If you could sidestep just a smidge… sun in my eyes," Wally interjected.
Ron paused. Was he going to say it or was Kim?
"Um, Wally, couldn't you move over a few inches yourself?" Kim said.
"Royal Highness, if it's the same to you. I suppose I could move, but I haven't given it much thought. Oh, Daddy!" Wally sing-songed, waving at another royal family member.
Ron listened as trumpets blared and Wally's dad, Prince Wallace, walked over to them. Even though it was a bit much, Ron welcomed Prince Wallace and kneeled down next to him in greeting. Of course, no surprise that Wallace ignored him and headed to Kim.
"We are here for you, your Majesty," Ron greeted as he shook hands with the prince. "Your majesty… how cool is that?"
"You must be Wade," the prince guessed. "The super genius who runs Kim's website."
"Yup, that's me," Ron found himself saying. "I prefer to work behind the scenes, but I just had to come out here and meet you."
Kim looked dubious at Ron's decision of going along with Wade's name. She would let it slide for now. Later, she would talk to Ron.
"Miss Possible, could I speak to you privately?" Prince Wallace said.
Kim nodded. "Sure. Of course."
As soon as Kim had left to have a conversation with Prince Wallace, Wally commented that he was bored and off to ride the royal go-cart. Ron followed the conversation exactly the same as last time, and like last time, found himself in Wally's clothes and in one of the go-carts. Not wanting Rufus to be endangered by the lasers, Ron ordered Rufus to head to the front with him. To his surprise, Wally was already a couple of feet ahead of him.
"You're going down!" Ron vowed, catching up and purposefully going the wrong way. Ron knew the knights were spying on the course. Soon, laser fire would follow. For some reason, Ron welcomed the adrenaline. It was time for fun. It was time for danger. It was time for a fire to rain do-
And rain down it did.
The assault was well-planned. Well-executed. To anyone but Ron and possibly agents of sorts, no one could have seen it coming and reacted in time. Ron internally applauded the attackers as he did his best to act scared and barely avoid the blasts. Sure, he could have avoided them easily, but where was the fun in that? Ron Stoppable thrived for danger, and one of the ways to get him excited and adrenaline high was to have lasers and such shoot at him. Somewhere along the line, Ron became an adrenaline junkie.
Ron screamed as he avoided another blast. Perhaps he should act impulsively and let the laser fire hit him. It's not like it would hurt. Then again, Rufus might get hit and Ron didn't want that. Maybe another time. Looking over his shoulder, Ron saw Kim standing in front of his – Wally's technically – go-cart.
"Stop!" Kim ordered.
Ron slowed down a fraction, which allowed Kim to hop on. As they drove, Kim pointed the Kimmunicator upwards and red wavelengths, which acted as a descrambler, flew out of the Kimmunicator.
"The laser fire should stop right about…" The lasers stopped. "Now," Wade finished.
"You rock in stereo, Wade," Kim boasted as Ron took off the go-cart helmet and stepped out of it.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" In response, Kim turned off the Kimmunicator.
Some more stuff happened, stuff that Ron didn't think the readers needed to know about, but long story short, Prince [Censored] ended up getting a ride back to Middleton. Cocky, pompous [censored]. Oh well. At least he was Kim's problem now.
Ron managed to set up a press conference tomorrow morning for Kim's campaign. Even though Kim's campaign needed a boost, Ron knew it wouldn't make a difference. It would help Wally, sort of. It would help Wally win with the fact that the Knights of Rodeghan would attack, something Ron was looking forward to.
When Ron arrived at the school, the school sign reading: PICK BRICK, PAID FOR BY BONNIE ROCKWALLER, he spotted Kim and Wally. Wally was likely complaining about something as Ron made his way over to them. The news van was already there when Ron butted himself past the reporters to Kim and Wally.
"Excuse me, people. Pardon me, pardon me, thanks. Everyone, please listen up. The press conference will begin shortly."
Kim marched up with a frown on her face, not that she could do anything about Ron's decision anyway. She grabbed his arm and walked him a few feet away so they were out of earshot from the press. "Press conference?! What part of low profile do you not understand?"
Ron knew what Kim was referring to, but decided to play dumb. "Kim, your campaign needs a boost."
"Are you going to say how popular Brick is?" Kim wondered.
"Oh, sure, he's popular," Ron commented in an uncharacteristically sardonic tone. "But he's never had a prince endorse him… on TV!"
The news reporter, a woman dressed in a blue business suit and looking as if she was trying to get a date out of this, cleared her throat and began. Prince Wally stood next to her. How he got there was beyond Ron's and Kim's mind, as they had not seen him move.
"It's not every day that sleepy little town of Middleton plays host to royalty. Prince Wally was kind enough to grant us an interview. Your Highness, we were told you want to endorse someone for the school's upcoming election?"
Wally hmmed in confusion before he remembered. "Oh, yes, yes. That one over there. Kim something or another." Kim quickly schooled her shocked features as Wally pointed his gaze over to Kim and Ron. "A bit high strung to ever be a World-Class leader –"
Ron held back a snort. Poor Wally had no idea.
"But perfectly adequate for public high school."
"Perhaps you think you'd be a better class president," the news reporter questioned.
"Well, naturally, I had been groomed for greatness," Wally bragged.
The news reporter then asked Wally if he thought he would be a better class president; he said no. A few feet away, Ron held back a smirk as he heard Kim's sigh of relief. Kim growled when Wally told the reporter it went without saying and that he would throw himself into the race.
"Kim Possible," the interviewer began as she walked over to Kim and Ron. "You're running against royalty. How does it feel?"
Ron refrained from rolling his eyes. Surely, the woman knew how stupid a question that was.
Kim took the mike from the woman's hand and addressed the crowd. "I relish the competition." Ain't that the truth. "After all, that's what democracy is all about. Earning the right to lead."
The woman took the mike from Kim and held it out for the readers to hear Wally's "Unless, of course, one has the birthright to lead," Wally countered.
"There you have it, folks. Middleton High is in for a battle royal."
Ron led Kim away before she could hear the news reporter calling her a pauper. No doubt that would have gotten a rise out of Kim. As much as he didn't want to, Ron knew of the prophecy about monarchy ending with Wally the Third and knew what he had to do. "Hey, Kim, uh, I'm afraid I can't be your campaign manager anymore. I'm going to campaign Wally."
"You're what?!" Upon receiving the looks that people sent her way, Kim grabbed Ron's arm again and led him inside. She threw open a classroom door and barked at the four people inside to move. They all complied without a second thought. One closed the door on the way out. "Ron, you're my campaign manager."
"I'm backing off: conflict of interest."
Kim crossed her arms together and inquired as to if it was the nameless cafeteria students that were influencing Ron's thoughts. Ron denied this, but Kim still wasn't sure. She wasn't sure. "He's not even running! He's not even nominated!"
"You know, I'm not liking this jealous side of you, Kim. Rein down," Ron ordered.
"I'm not jellin'," Kim argued.
"Sure you aren't," Ron said as he exited the room. He was still looking at Kim so intently that Ron didn't realize who had bumped into until he turned around to apologize. "I'm sorry. What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd check out the school," Andrew admitted. "This is the right school, correct?"
Kim excused herself as she studied the lean teenager with wild blue hair and green eyes. She continued to stare, as did the entire hallway. Of course, that was because no one ever saw someone with blue hair. Ever. Now they had.
Eventually,
"What's going on, people!? Don't make me start handing out detention slips!" Mr. Barkin shouted as he stepped out of his office. A majority of the people got the hint and left.
"So just to be clear, you aren't going to withdraw?"
"Ron!"
Ron winked and clicked his tongue. "Here's looking at you, Kid." With that, Ron headed off to class.
Kim was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that someone would dye their hair blue for school when she remembered Prince Wallace's explanation on the Knights of Rodeghan. She recalled the Prince telling them about Rodeghan's website and how it was apparently legit. It would seem as if the Rodeghans' knew more about this situation than she did. Not liking the fact that her enemy held information over her, Kim turned on her Kimmunicator and came face to face – correction, screen to screen – with Wade.
"Hey, Kim. I've been meaning to talk to you," he greeted.
"Me too. Can you do me a solid and search the Rodeghan website?"
Wade affirmed that he could do that and asked if there was anything else.
"No, that's it. What did you want to talk to me about?"
Wade started to scratch the back of his head as he hummed in thought. "You know those weird energy readings I told you about?" At Kim's blank look, Wade continued onwards. "Anyways, those readings appear to be tachyons. They're super-luminal particles that are quasi-"
"I know what tachyons are, Wade," Kim interrupted. "My dad explained them to me. So they're real?"
"Yes, but we have no idea of tracking them until I build a device to do that. Of course, given all the variables, I'd have an easier time with solving Einstein's riddle or building a new energy-powered source than locating who the tachyons belong to. All we know is that there is time travel involved."
"Well, keep me updated. I have to go to class." Kim hung up the Kimmunicator and headed to class after Wade said goodbye.
A/N: Well, I guess this is a good place to stop. Next chapter, Kim will comb through the tapestry with her dad and the Knights of Rodeghan prepare to overthrow Wally at the Palace, with expected results. Until the next update, read, follow, favorite.
