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The following contains content not suitable for youngsters and the elderly…or people in-between. Furthermore, those of other species, sentient or otherwise, are also not recommended for readership. In fact, just hit the back button on your browser, this stuff gets a little racy.

Seriously. Parents, take a look at the following before allowing your child of under thirteen (as that is the posted rating) to view this. While it does not contain anything that *I* would deem worthy of the big 'R', it does contain descriptive and explicit content that pushes the boundary of its rating…sort of. Look, just read it and decide for yourselves.

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Kim Possible

A Hero to Me

by Cyberwraith Nine

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As he stood in the doorway of the Delta Kappa Phi house, an amorphous sense of uneasiness overtook Ron before he even got a chance to gain his bearings. His eyes scanned the interior of the slovenly kept frat house the instant the door had closed behind him. He allowed the instincts honed from hours upon hours of grueling, humiliating, torturous Yamanouchi training to take over, and before he could blink twice he had categorized and assessed each and every drunken, bouncing, giggling and staggering person in the expansive living room, despite their numbers.

Ron had spent the better part of fourteen years as Kimberly Anne Possible's best friend. Of those, he had also been her sidekick since they were twelve. Anyone who observed Kim for more than five minutes, even casually, knew that spending time with her meant chasing after her. Kim was always on the move. As such, he knew the back of her head better than the back of her hand. And at that moment, Ron couldn't spot Kim's auburn locks dancing anywhere in the room.

"KP?" he called out, hollering loudly just to hear himself over the pounding bass of what passed for music. A few people bumped into him, spilling drinks all over his red pullover, but he ignored them (though he did run his finger along the spill and taste it). "Kim?"

"Hey!" One of the Delta brothers, a large, beefy man with doughy features and a slackened expression wobbled up to him with a cup of cheap beer in hand. He seemed to be examining more than one Ron in front of him as the younger boy stood there impatiently, trying to see around the brute's broad shoulders to scan more of the crowd for his best friend. The longer he went without seeing her, the greater his ill-ease became.

"Hey yourself." Ron muttered back, standing on tiptoe to get a better view of the kitchen.

"You…You're not supposed to be here." the Delta slurred, somehow managing to focus his looping eyes on Ron. "You look fike a lrosh."

"Uh-huh. Listen, have you seen a…or in your case, three or four," Ron amended, patting the lush on his titanic shoulder, "Any number of cute redheads come into the party? 'Bout yea high," he held up his hand, "Impossibly pretty, could probably beat the crap out of you without breathing hard?"

"Um…" The Delta put most of his brainpower, which wasn't really all that much to speak of when he was sober, into recollection. "I saw a redhead earlier…looked like a frosh, too."

"Good, good…" Ron coaxed more information, leaning in close. "Where did she go?"

"…uh?"

"Focus, buddy, c'mon…" Ron rubbed his neck a little, stirring up the two or three brain cells still floating about the senior's cavernous skull. "Redhead. Pretty. Where?"

"Oh, the redhead!" The Delta brother suddenly leered lecherously, tilting his head in the direction of the stairway. It was a poor decision, as the rest of him quickly followed, and only Ron's quick hand kept him from tumbling to the ground. "I think I saw Bret with a redhead…they were headed upstairs, 'r somethin'."

"Upstairs?" Ron wasn't necessarily *experienced* with college parties, but he wasn't stupid, either (most of the time). "As in, 'up the stairs' upstairs?"

"How else would you go upstairs?" the Delta scoffed at the Ron on his far left. "Stupid…"

"Ye-ah. Just one last question." Ron rolled his eyes. "You got the time?"

"Yeah, it's-" The Delta brother twisted his wrist, dumping his beer onto his pant leg in the process. "Oh, crap."

"Thanks." With one last pat to the shoulder, Ron left his informant in the dust and wove through the crowd as quickly as he could. Upon reaching the cleared stairs, he hurtled upward and into the darkened upstairs.

Ron stood a moment in the unfamiliar hallway, uncertain of what to do next. His eyes darted about wildly as he searched the narrow corridor. There were small portraits of previous members, as well as awards, plaques, and trophies set on small tables, which were in turn set between a number of doorways on either side. But there was no sign of life to be seen anywhere.

Panic clamored at his throat and constricted his windpipe as he fought to keep control. "Calm down," he panted to himself. "Just stay calm. Okay. Now, if you were a heroic, independent young woman with more guts than sense, where would you be?"

A soft, feminine tittering traversed the hallway from the last door on his left. That's when Ron noticed a sliver of light spilling out onto the floor from the very same doorway. He moved like lightning, and his foot crashed like thunder, blowing the door right off its hinges.

The strange face straddling a pair of legs on the bed nearly toppled to the floor, and the pair in the corner working their flies open looked ready to have heart attacks as the door came crashing in with Ron quickly following suit. He recognized the one on the bed as Bret, and despite the ferocity of his entrance, the QB seemed to relax as he recognized who had just crashed his party.

"Storkable, jeez!" he snorted. "Cut down on the caffeine, dude."

Ron's eyes shot to the shape underneath as Bret dismounted her, immediately recognizing his friend and roommate who was (thank God!) fully clothed. There were a few red marks on her neck, but beyond that she seemed all right. In fact…she seemed to be enjoying herself. "Kim!" he cried, lunging forward.

Kim's head lifted lazily from the pillow to stare at Ron with a glazed, giddy expression. "Ronnie!" she smiled and giggled. "Can you help me find my legs?" Her feet kicked of their own accord, and she looked down with a tiny laugh. "Ha! Found you!"

The blond's head swiveled back to Bret. "What did you do to her?" he demanded angrily.

"Chill, dude, chill," Bret eased Ron off with a hand to the chest, pushing him back as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His meaty paw began stroking Kim's lustrous red hair, which made Ron sick to his stomach. "We just gave her something to help her relax and…" he waggled his fingers with a smile, "Put her in 'the mood'."

"Put her in the…" The words rattled around Ron's mind as he watched Bret fondle Kim. The redhead purred at his touch, stretching luxuriously as the QB's hand stroked her soft, smooth thigh. Ron's entire face grew red with fury as he watched the revolting display. "You slipped her something!"

Bret shrugged, and his two pals laughed. "Yeah. What?" Suddenly, his round face dawned in realization. "Oh, I get it. You want to tap this too?" The large, burly frat boy stood up and folded his arms as he loomed over scrawny Ron Stoppable. "Well, I called it first, but you guys can fight over who gets seconds-"

Ron began choking on his own rage. His lips flapped uselessly for a moment as he tried to get coherent thoughts to form some kind of language. Kim giggled from her place behind Bret, and that was all the encouragement Ron needed. "No one's getting anything," he growled. "I'm taking Kim home."

The large senior snickered, looking down at the puny frosh. "I don't think so, little dude," he scoffed. "You'll-"

Whatever Bret thought Ron would have to do to get past him, he never got the chance to verbalize it. Ron's fist shattered his nose in a spray of blood and mush faster than the eye could follow. Even as Bret reeled back, Ron planted his foot into the football star's solar plexus. Bret flew over the bed and crashed into the far wall. His well-muscled glutes paved the way for his entry into the drywall, where he hung limp and unconscious.

Kim rolled about on the mattress, clapping delightedly at the exchange that had lasted less than two seconds. Ron merely glared at the remaining two, lowering his foot slowly to the ground. The other frat boys stared at the interloper with naked terror in their dull eyes as Ron asked, "Anyone else want to ask stupid questions?"

A soft chortle from Kim was the only answer.

"Thought not." Ron sneered.

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Ron kicked open the door to their apartment, carrying his squirming burden through the frame despite her awkward position. It was a miracle that he didn't hit either of their heads in the maneuver; he said a quick prayer of thanks to whatever gods had decided to temporarily relieve him of his clumsiness, knowing it couldn't last.

"Oooh," Kim giggled, kicking her legs as he staggered in. "Carrying me across the threshold? I can't wait for what happens next."

Ron rolled his eyes as he felt her nuzzling his neck. Whatever those idiots at the party had slipped her, it was potent as all hell, and just his luck, it wasn't something that would knock her out. In point of fact, he wasn't sure exactly what it 'had' done to her, besides make her loopier than a jaybird at a window convention (if that made 'any' sense at all…). He wasn't sure if she even recognized the room they were in. At least she seemed to remember him.

"Well," he grunted, stomping across the apartment, "Maybe you should wait over here." He dropped her unceremoniously onto the futon of the couch, watching her bounce to rest on the cushion to make sure she wouldn't hurt herself or fall off. She squealed with excitement a bit, but was otherwise fine. As soon as she was down, he made a mad dash for the phone.

"Must find help, must find help…" Ron muttered, bobbling the phone as he snatched it from its cradle. "It's going to be okay. Just have to keep a clear head. Kim will be fine."

Rufus burbled quietly in his bowl next to the phone. His eyes surfaced briefly, blinking at the panicked Ron as the boy stood there for a moment, staring in deep thought at the keypad. Uninterested, the liquid rodent's features submerged back into the pasty pink goop that was his body, and he began to snore once more.

"Okay," Ron breathed, forcing a brief calm over his shaking body. His fingers dialed furiously as beads of panic-sweat rolled down his brow. The phone began to ring on the other end. He gripped the counter, tapping his finger impatiently as he willed the other person to pick up.

The line clicked on, and a sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Monique!" Ron cried joyfully. "Oh thank God! Listen, I need your help."

"You have the dream where the taco eats you again?" the exotic beauty yawned across the connection.

"Who told you…never mind. Listen, we have a big problem."

"I know," her voice replied darkly. "You woke me up."

"I'm serious!"

She snapped a reply; "So am I, it's one in the morning. I haven't decided whether I'm going to let you live or not."

"Monique!" he whined.

"Speak, mortal…"

He leaned in, cupping his hand to the phone. His gaze darted about, as if he were afraid of someone overhearing them in their own home in the middle of the night. "Look, we were at a frat party, and-"

"Delta Kappa Phi?" Monique suddenly brightened. "You guys got into a Delta party? They rock!"

"Yes! And something awful happened!" he moaned.

Without warning, a pair of arms wrapped around Ron's waist, drawing him back. Something warm and soft crashed into his shoulder blades as a voice whispered tantalizingly in his ear. "What are you doing, Ron?"

"What was that?" Monique asked. Her voice sounded confused.

Ron swallowed the enormous lump in his throat. His voice vanished as a pair of lips nipped playfully at his ear. Whatever those frat jerks had tricked Kim into taking (for he knew they could never force anything on her), it had taken away every shred of her sense and self-control…and his was waning rapidly. "Ohh man…" he shuddered at her touch, forcing himself to remain focused.

Kim's lips strayed from his ear and began sliding across his neck. Her hands rubbed across his chest and stomach, straying in a pattern of teasing exploration. With a sickening realization, Ron knew he couldn't let Mon, or anyone, see Kim like this. She would be utterly humiliated, even if no one else blamed her for it! Besides, he could handle this…he hoped.

"Ron?" Monique's voice pierced the haze around his brain. "What's going on?"

"Uhhh…nothing." Ron said quickly, ducking away from Kim's soft lips. He tried to break her hold around his waist, but her arms held fast.

The voice across the phone sounded les than convinced. "Then what's this horrible, awful emergency?"

Ron suddenly felt something hot and wet running down his jawline, and his entire mind went blank. Once his cognitive processes started up again, he realized something; his first reaction had been complete and utter crap. There was no way he could handle this by himself, no matter how humiliated Kim would be. If he kept it between the three of them, she might be able to live it down one day, but at the moment, he had bigger concerns. "Mon, I-"

"We'll call you in the morning," Kim hummed into the phone's mouthpiece. Then she reached out and ripped the phone cradle, cord and all, from the wall and tossed it aside.

Panic returned to Ron's heart, kicking its beat up to triple-time as he looked at the deadened phone. "Mon? Mon?!" he called uselessly into the device, shaking it and pounding it against his palm. "Hello?"

He heard a low giggle from behind as strong, nimble hands spun him around by the shoulders. Kim still wore a glazed expression as she gazed at Ron. "You're always so much fun, Ron," she purred, advancing on him.

Ron's feet stumbled (so much for the reprieve) as he backed away, trying feebly to break from her grasp. "Yeah, I'm a hoot," he muttered, looking around wildly for an avenue of escape. Naturally, in such a small apartment, there were none. "Say," he grinned nervously, "I have a real fun idea." Ron suddenly ran out of room to retreat; he slammed into the wall, held in place by Kim's grabby hands and hungry look. "Why don't we get you into bed?"

"Mmmm," she purred even louder this time, drawing closer. "That's the best idea you've had all night."

"What? NO!" Ron ducked beneath Kim's arm, tripping over his own feet as he tried to make an escape. The floor rushed up to meet him as he tumbled end over end, winding up on his back with a terrific ache. That ache then transformed into terror as a dark blur with red hair descended upon him without mercy or pause.

"What's the matter, Ronnie?" Kim asked playfully as she crawled on top of him. She sat down, resting her hips just below Ron's waist as she grinned at her prey. "You don't seem happy."

"You're not yourself, KP." Ron pleaded with her, taking her hands in his.

Kim leaned down in response, using her captive hands to caress Ron's cheek. "How do you know?"

"Wha-?"

Ron thought he saw a glimmer of clarity behind the drug-induced fog in Kim's emerald eyes. She lowered her face to his, pausing just above his lips. Her hot breath rolled across his face, intoxicating his senses as she spoke. "How do you know I haven't been longing for you, Ron?" Her tongue flickered out, teasing the tip of his nose. "Is it so hard to believe?"

He felt his heart sink. "Yeah," he whispered hoarsely.

His sadness actually seemed to dull her mood. "Why?"

"Because," he sighed, "The Kim I know would never do anything like this. Ever." He released her hands, cupping his own to her cheeks. Tiny, stinging tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into her face, but he forced them back. "If you had any idea how much it would mean to me…if it meant anything at all to you…" His voice trailed off as he looked away, no longer able to face her. "But it doesn't. So I can't."

"Ron…"

The sidekick/partner thought he heard something of the old Kim in her hesitant tone, and turned to look. All he saw was a looming predatory grin hovering inches above his face, with hands that he had foolishly relinquished ready to pounce.

"You talk too much," she said, and attacked his lips with hers. Ron's protests were muffled as she poured herself into the most amazing kiss either one of them had ever experienced. His moans soon grew silent, and then returned as her tongue slipped between his lips and danced about in his mouth. Despite every ounce of sensibility screaming at him to stop the insanity.

Kim moaned back, grinding her body against his. Her hands slipped beneath his sweater, exploring the taut lines of his chest and stomach. Ron had worked hard to mold himself from the pasty, lumpy teenager he had been in high school into what he was now, and it was apparent that Kim appreciated it more than a little. Tiny gasps of approval escaped the edges of her mouth whenever they broke briefly before she dived back into him, exploding with a passion he had never known her to possess.

For just a minute, Ron felt himself kissing back. It was a moment of weakness, or a poor decision, or any number of things; he didn't care.

It was everything he had wanted from Kim since realizing his own feelings from her. It was everything he could have hoped for, and more. He felt Kim pulling away, and breathed in sharply as her mouth left his. His eyes snapped open as Kim disappeared behind her off-the-shoulder blouse. Milky white skin and a lacy blue bra replaced the vanishing black material. Kim's fiery mane soon followed, reappearing as she worked the garment free of her head and tossed it aside.

Ron let his gaze travel up her body as she leaned in again. Her lips glistened in the moonlight, tilted upward and framed by a sunken dimple on either side. Her shimmering green eyes…

Her eyes…

Her eyes were still clouded.

Reality came crashing back as Ron stared into her hazy eyes. He suddenly felt violently sick to his stomach as he watched her reach around her back to undo the bra. Quickly, he reached out and snagged her wrists before she could take anything else off and destroy the last of his control, which was still dangling by a thread.

"Ron," she moaned, "What are you doing? Why did you-"

Ron sat up, cradling Kim in his arms. See seemed to be growing more and more out of it with each passing moment now, and felt light as a feather in his lap. "Kim, this is wrong."

"Wrong?" she hissed. It was a miscalculation on Ron's part to keep her in his lap; she pressed herself to his chest, letting one hand grip the back of his neck while the other pushed him down. "Ron, I'm on fire right now. Fire!" He thudded to the floor as she used her leverage to pin him there, despite his greater strength. "Talk all you want, but I know your body's screaming for me."

"KP…" he begged, struggling against her. "No…"

"Just listen to it…" she whispered, leaning down. Her lips explored his neck, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh. "Can't you feel it? My body burns for you, Ron…"

Ron was sweating bullets as he tried weakly to pull Kim away. "Kim, stop."

"I'm burning for you, too." Kim said softly, blowing in his ear. He could feel the sweat pouring off of her skin as she moved down, pulling at his collar and kissing his chest. "I'm burning…"

"Kim…"

"Ron," she moaned, laying her head upon his muscled chest. "I'm burning…"

Ron felt her grip go weak. The brief lapse brought with it a mountain of relief as he rolled over, capturing her in his arms and rising to his knees. But the relief was short lived; he brushed the hair from her face, and felt an intense heat radiating from every square inch of her body. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as her body burned. She looked weakly up at him, mouthing a single word.

'Help.'

"KIM!" Ron cried. He threw himself to his feet, cradling Kim in his arms. She felt like an ember in his grasp as he hugged her close. Her eyes lolled about in her head, and her jaw was slackened. "Hang on, KP!" Ron barreled for her room, clutching her to his chest. "Just stay with me, Kim. Don't…don't go, okay?"

"R…R-Ron…" she breathed.

'Whatever happens,' he begged her silently, 'Please, please, please don't leave me!'

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