Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible
Author Notes: Yep. Chapter 2. Sorry for such a short chapter last time, I just wanted to see who might be interested. It has been quite some time since I've written anything. Am I being in character? If not please say so! =O I'm trying to be.
End of Resistance
Chapter Two
Kim barely touched her taco. Ron's face; she couldn't get past it. Somewhere, something was different. She sighed and turned to gaze out the window into the Bueno Nacho parking lot. It was just supposed to be a bite to eat before going home from the mall, but Kim seemed aloof the entire time. She sighed again, pushing the troubling thoughts away. Monique must have caught on to Kim offering a questioning look.
"Kim, you ok?" Kim blinked and grinned at Monique.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You haven't touched your food and you've been zoning out. Girl, you need to tell me who's on your mind because-"
"It's Ron," Kim said as if letting go of a big secret. Monique raised an eyebrow but Kim shook her head. "No, not like that. He's been acting really weird. Today we got into a fight and-"
"You and Ron...fight? Did I hear that right? You guys never fight over anything."
"Yea, well we did today. I think he thinks I don't want him around."
"Why would he think something like that? You guys are attached at the hip," Monique said, finishing off the rest of her soda. Kim let what Monique say sink in and lowered her head.
"Actually...ever since around June I haven't seen him much at all. There was cheerleading camp, then Josh and..." Kim trailed off. "Not many missions either. I feel awful."
"It's not your fault Kim. Just spend some time with him tomorrow."
"Can't. Practice, then tutoring. Then dad needs some help at the lab." Monique sighed and shrugged.
"Well, you gotta make a choice and soon. Sometimes people just drift apart, I mean it's amazing you guys have been friends this long." Monique looked unsure for a second before pointing to Kim's taco. "Are you going to finish that?"
Kim pushed it to Monique before resting her forehead to hands propped by elbows on the table, hair falling like a curtain.
"Hard truth, Kim. Sometimes it just happens. You think you guys would still be pals even after college, or as adults?"
Kim didn't respond, she was afraid of the answer. The thought had crossed her, but every time she threw it aside. A part of her knew it was a possibility that in fact someday she'd have to say goodbye to him, but another wanted to hold onto the hope that they'd never leave each other's side. He was like a brother, a brother she never had and to think he'd step out of her life was unbearable.
"That's just not going to happen. Ron and I are a team," Kim said more to herself. Monique stood, her tray in hand.
"Don't get me wrong, Kim. I want you guys to be together too, but you gotta admit, it's a possibility."
Kim tried to regain some composure before she got herself depressed over it, letting that hope-holding part of her take over, filling her with confidence. She caught up to Monique and gave her a grin before grabbing her bags.
"It's a possibility, but I know Ron. He's not going anywhere; he'd simply be lost without me-Ron! How-" Ron's face was dead serious as he stared at her from just a bit behind Monique.
"No need to explain, KP." He turned to the door and stepped out into the night air. Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pant pocket rubbing his belly to remind Ron that they had come for some dinner. Eating out to avoid his parent's nagging and questions. That's why he'd try to stay at Kim's place as long as possible…back when she had time for someone like him. Again anger threatened to choke him with thoughts he knew he shouldn't have. Anger at Kim, anger at himself. Anger he knew he'd have to get rid of some how, sooner or later.
He wondered for a second why she didn't follow him out here but then he remembered that she was Monique. That's right…Monique. Why did she have to move here? Kim was his first! He shook his head, pushing that thought away. It was stupid, Kim didn't belong to anyone. But it didn't take away the feelings he had. Just as it was true Kim hadn't followed him, hadn't asked what was wrong or to explain herself. She didn't feel guilty at all that again she had ditched him and did the very thing he wanted to do so that she could do it with someone else. She crushed him and didn't care.
"And why should she?" Ron whispered it to himself before sitting on the curb. "Because who would care about a loser like me?"
It was 12. A young woman entered the darkness fearlessly. The expansive hallways were quiet, and yet seemed to hum with activity, as most evil lairs did at this time of night. One single backpack on she braved it, finding her way to what seemed like a living room hidden behind piles of evil weapons. She offered a smile to two glaring eyes that greeted her.
"Enda?" Shego stepped back to allow the newcomer to walk into the light. The young woman stepped into the room. Drakken was asleep on the couch, exhausted from a fruitless day of planning. Enda almost giggled at him.
"This is Drakken?" She asked, her voice soothing and soft, yet carried across the large room. Shego sighed.
"Yea that's him, lazy as ever. Why are you here?" Enda sat in a near by chair placing her bag aside.
"Grandmother told me how you and Drakken have been in a bit of a dry spell and I wanted to try out my new training. Family takes care of one another."
It was true. Looking at this young woman you could see a definite likeness. Although visibly younger than Shego, Enda still had around the same build. A sleek smooth body that spelled danger to those who dare cross her, but unlike Shego, Enda held a more reserved, manicured style. A well-mannered sweet natured presence, her voice like a soothing mothers to a sick child. Once Shego stood next to her it seemed a complete contradiction. Enda had grayish hair kept in two tiny pigtails towards the back. If let out, her hair would probably fall no farther than past her jaw. Smoothing out her gray top, she smiled at Shego.
"Tell Grandma I don't need her help," Shego finally said, bending down so that she was eye level with Enda. Normally anyone would cower, but instead Enda beamed another smile.
"But I have a plan, dear cousin, that cannot fail. You do want to destroy Kim Possible, don't you?" Shego pulled up another chair.
"I'm listening."
First period, Mr. Noble's class and for some reason Ron couldn't get to sleep. Truth be told, he enjoyed sleeping through that class, but he just couldn't. Something told him to stay up, a voice telling him not to miss what was going to unfold. But just what Ron had no idea. Like everyday, Noble was blabbing about anger-transference and blame pointing in some story and the rest of the female-majority class was watching his body contently. That was when there was a knock on Mr. Noble's door. After a moment he stepped in with what must have been an angel. He stepped back up to the class and cleared his throat.
"I want you all to welcome our newest student Enda Resistance. Why she's coming in, in the middle of my lecture, or the middle of the marking period in the middle of the year I have no idea. It is a question for another day. Until then, you can seat yourself next to Mr. Stoppable. It'll be your duty to keep him awake." She nodded towards him and walked down to her seat. Ron couldn't help but to stare. Despite her gray, almost silver hair and black and white attire, her sapphire eyes lit up her presence. It was beautiful and somewhat soothing. Ron then sighed. What was the chance that girls like her would even talk to someone like him?
"Ron Stoppable, am I right?" She whispered to him, throwing him outta his trance.
"Y-yea. That's me, the one and only." He mental stabbed himself for answering like such a dork. He was blowing his chance.
"It's nice to meet you. I'll talk to you after class, ok?"
"Of course! I mean-" Ron covered his mouth and looked up to find Mr. Noble glaring at him. The teacher retook his spot in front of the board. After another glance back to Ron he began his lecture again.
"Jealousy is often a way to get another to like you, to notice. I'm sure you've all used it one time or another. It's powerful, like revenge. And revenge is something a man can live off of. I bet none of you know that we scream so we don't suffer alone. You scream to express anger, to hurt the person back, to share in your misery."
Ron snorted. Mr. Noble's class is so pointless. When would he ever need any of this metaphorical crap anyway? Besides he had a pretty girl to talk to after class. Booya!
The class filed out, the swarm of kids melding into the stream of students. Ron searched for Enda, finally finding her near a water fountain. But Kim had gotten to her first and Ron stopped. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but Enda seemed happy, nodding to whatever Kim was saying; finally walking off with her towards the next class. No! Ron wouldn't take it, not any longer. Kim wasn't going to take this from him. He rushed after them and grabbed Kim's arm, pulling her from Enda.
"Ron! What's the big idea?" Kim pulled free of Ron and rubbed her arm. "That really hurt!"
"Good!" Ron heard himself say it. He wasn't sure if that was what he had intended to say, but it was too late now.
"Good? Ron, what's gotten into you?" The whole hallway had stopped to watch and Ron could feel his face on fire, red with heated emotion, embarrassment and anger. He felt like crying, or throwing up. They were already laughing at him, watching him thinking 'look at the loser.' Loser. It was like a chant that was driving him mad. He groped for words to say from a hazy mind and a mouth dry as sand.
"Enda was going to talk to me," was all he could manage and it came out low and shaky like a restrained growl. He looked over at Enda who stared at him with a questioning gaze. He had blown it and it was all Kim's fault. Her fault that he was this mad, that everyone was laughing.
"I think Enda can decide who she wants to talk to, Ron." She then turned away, back to Enda and started to walk down the hall again. Kim could feel him burn holes into her back, but sometimes Ron could really get on her nerves. The way he'd embarrass her…all the time. What was he thinking, running up and doing that? He was acting like a spoiled brat, getting that mad because someone couldn't talk to him. Geez, what was his problem?
"Is he really an embarrassment to you?" Kim looked up and at Enda.
"Wha-?"
"I was just wondering. You didn't seem mad at Ron for hurting your arm, but more at the fact he was making a scene. But your level of anger wouldn't be for a onetime thing. He must embarrass you a lot, like around you friends here?" Kim couldn't believe her ears.
"Are you psychic?" Enda chuckled at Kim's question.
"No, I'm just observant. Like in Mr. Noble's class you don't sit with him, even though there was an empty seat. At first I was thinking it was because you couldn't get a good view of the lesson, but after that bit back there I came to the conclusion that you two aren't the best of friends."
"No! That's not it. Ron and I are friends…it's just…" Kim trailed off, her gaze on the floor.
"You feel as though you two are drifting apart?" Kim nodded at Enda's question. Enda sighed and stood in front of Kim. "Did you notice how mad he was?"
"Yea. Anyone down the hall would have known that."
"You don't think this is the only reason he's mad, do you? Surely there has to be another reason he would harbor ill feelings towards you. And they'd have to be related to something like this to make him lose control of it. Do you leave him out of social circles?" Kim stared again in disbelief but before she could answer the bell rang. Enda shook her head and before turning to go to her next class she leaned into Kim to offer one last piece of advice.
"I'd be more careful with your friends. You never know who your next enemy will be."