Washtenaw County Home For Delinquent Citizens
Washtenaw County, Michigan
Except for a few minor differences, the hearing room inside the penitentiary could have been an interrogation room in any number of police stations across the country. Instead of a single table in the center of the room, the table was a long conference table running parallel to the back wall. Underneath the light that hung in the middle of the room sat one lonely chair. Though slightly more comfortable then the chair in an interrogation room, the current chair was not what one would call cozy. The differences were subtle, but noticeable to someone who had been in both.
Ron Stoppable had been in both types of rooms in the last three years. He noticed the differences immediately as he was escorted in by two of the prisons armed guards. They sat him roughly in the chair in the center of the room, then promptly turned and walked out of the room.
As the guards filed out, three men wearing suits and carrying briefcases filed in the door. The door shut with a hollow thud behind the last man, and Ron could hear the latch turning as the door was locked. Each of the men took a seat at the conference table facing Ron. The man in the middle, who Ron recognized as Mr. Robinson, the warden of the prison, pulled out three manila folders and handed one each to the men on either side of him.
"Gentlemen, I know your both familiar with this case, but its SOP to give you the standard dossier on the inmate before the hearing begins", the warden said to the other men.
The other men both nodded and silently leafed through the file they had been handed. The warden turned his attention back to Ron and after a moment began to address the young man.
"Mr. Stoppable first off I would like to apologize for the conditions that this hearing takes place today. Our regular hearing room had an unfortunate insect infestation, forcing us to move today's proceedings to this old interrogation room."
"No big sir", Ron replied. "I've been waiting for this day for almost three years now. We can have the hearing in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge for all I care, just as long as we have it."
The warden smiled at Ron's response. "I suspected you would feel that way. But I suppose we would all like to get down to business. Allow me to introduce the two men who will assist in your evaluation today."
The warden motioned to the man seated to his right. "This is Judge Jason Roe, though you have not formally been introduced, I'm sure you will recognize him as the judge that presided over your trial."
"I hope today I find that the sentence I handed down those years ago has made you a better man Mr. Stoppable. You still have your whole life ahead of you, and I want nothing more then to help you start living it again", the judge said to Ron.
"That makes two of us Your Honor", said Ron, regarding the judge with a curt nod of his head.
"And this man to my left", the warden motioned to the other man, continuing the introductions, "is Doctor Fredrick Larson, the state appointed psychologist for this institution."
"I'm going to evaluate you during this hearing son, and in a private session after the hearing, to determine if you are psychologically fit to return to society", Dr. Larson said, looking down at the file in front of him. "However, if your record prior to your conviction, and your record while incarcerated is any indication, I don't think that your psych evaluation will be any hindrance at all"
"Thank you doctor", Ron said with a slight grin. Who would have ever thought that a psych evaluation would be the least of his worries?
"Well now that we've dispensed with the pleasantries, why don't we get this thing going", the warden said, pointing a remote control at a video camera on the far side of the room. Upon pushing the button a red light turned on the front of the device, signaling it was recording. "This now begins the parole hearing of one Ronald Dean Stoppable."
"Mr. Stoppable, almost three years ago you were tried and convicted for the murder of one John Slater", the warden paused, looking up from his notes at Ron, who now looked at the floor nervously. "At the time of your trial you claimed that the murder was accidental, in defense of yourself and your girlfriend Kim Possible."
"That's correct, aside from the girlfriend part, well, I mean I had hoped she would be by the end of the night. But I guess we can all see that one didn't work out as planned", Ron said shaking his head sadly before the voice of the judge brought him back to attention.
"Mr. Stoppable, it may be hard, but also beneficial to your case here today, to take us back to the night of September 24th. Tell us your feelings, what was happening, both in intimate detail. Then tell us what you may or may not do differently now, if the same situation presented itself", Judge Roe said, placing his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly.
Ron sighed, and looked at the floor, then back up at the three men who were going to determine how he spent the next several years. He had relived the night in his dreams every night for the past two and a half years. He figured talking about it would get easier with time, but that night, the trial, everything after that was so hard, it had drained him, mentally and physically. Ron wasn't sure if he would ever fully recover, if he would ever be the same person he was before. Especially without Kim, that would be the hardest thing.
"Very well, your right, this is hard for me to talk about, but I'm sure the good doctor will tell me talking about this will help in time", Ron started, looking at Dr. Larson, who nodded. "Anyways, here goes nothing."
"As I'm sure you all know, I was the goofy sidekick to Kim Possible for two years before the night, and her best friend for years before that. I had noticed in recent weeks that the feelings I had for her were more then what friends felt towards each other. I had picked that Friday night to finally tell her that. A nice moonlit walk in the park seemed like the perfect time to express my feelings for her. If only I had know how wrong I was.."
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Middleton, Michigan
Two years and 11 months ago
"Tonight's the night Rufus"
Rufus looked up from the dresser top, handing Ron his comb, and gave him a puzzled look.
"That's right little buddy," Ron said, taking the comb and using it to try and make some sense out of his wild hair, "I'm finally going to tell Kim how I feel about her. I even bought her that ring over there behind you."
Rufus turned around and opened the small felt covered box behind him. He let out a soft whistle as he eyed up the gold diamond ring.
"Mm, pricey", he squeaked.
"Yeah, it was a little expensive, but nothing a few naco royalty checks couldn't cover", replied Ron, as he picked up the box and placed it in the pocket of his cargo pants.
"Besides, no price is to great for Kim."
"Oh brother", Rufus shook his head as he scampered over to his mini- recliner. Ron had already informed him he would be sitting this one out.
"Well, wish me luck Rufus, and don't worry, no matter what happens I'll still bring you back a chimerito."
As Ron turned to walk out the door, Rufus gave him a thumbs up.
"Teenagers", he sighed, picking up a piece of newspaper to read.
Ron sighed as he stood outside the Possible house. This was it. No turning back now. He raised his hand to give his usual knock, when the door suddenly swung open, revealing the girl of his dreams.
"Hey KP", he said with a smile, "developing psychic powers on me?"
Kim laughed and punched Ron playfully on the shoulder, closing the door with her other hand.
"No silly, I saw you coming down the sidewalk. Now what's this "big secret" that you can't wait to tell me?" Kim asked her friend as they begin to walk down the street towards Bueno Nacho.
"Ah, not yet my dear, we must wait until the time is right", Ron replied with a sheepish grin, "and now, is not the right time."
"Fair enough Ron, I just hope the right time isn't over dinner when your mouth is stuffed full of taco product."
The two teens walked in relative silence the rest of the way down Kim's street and well onto the next. Kim was pretty sure she had an idea of what Ron was going to tell her. She had seen the look in plenty of guy's eyes before. Ron was going to tell her that he liked her. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited. Kim had been hoping for months that Ron liked her as more then a friend, and that someday one of them would have enough guts to admit it.
When they turned onto the next street, Ron took Kim's hand and steered her into the Middleton Community Park.
"Ron, this is a little out of the way for Bueno Nacho", Kim said, raising her eyebrow at her best friend.
"I know, I just wanted to take you through here, to look at how pretty the leaves are this time of year. That, and I think this would be a nice place to tell you my little secret."
Ron stopped and turned to face Kim. He stood there lost in her deep green eyes for a moment before he regained his train of thought.
"Kim, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and I'm not really sure I know the words to say it, but I'm going to give it a shot anyways. I- "
"Lovely night for a walk isn't it kids?" a deep voice said from behind Ron, cutting off his confessional.
Ron turned around to face the man, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, it sure is, a lovely night for two kids to talk alone in the park", he snapped
"We'll I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I'd really like to spend the evening with someone to. Maybe a nice little red head, how does that sound?"
"Now wait just a-"
Ron was cut off this time by the familiar sound of a gun being cocked. Ron looked at the stranger's right hand, which now held a shiny silver Colt .45 pistol. Ron had encountered many a gun toting low life in his and Kim's adventures saving the world, but for some reason tonight the danger seemed tenfold. He looked up from the gun into the mans eyes, which held a glint of the moonlight reflecting off the stainless steel casing of the pistol.
"Wh-what do you want from us", Ron said nervously. "I don't have much money on me, but take it, and leave us alone."
"Oh its not the green I want my friend", the man said, his mouth twisting upwards into a grin, "I imagine what I want is a little more red."
The man turned his gun to Kim, who had remained silent throughout the exchange between him and Ron. Kim had been trying to determine the best way to disarm the man, but he was just out of striking distance. If she took the chance to close the gap between the two, he would have a chance to get off a shot at her or Ron.
"Time to ditch the kid Red", said the man, his twisted grin mocking them, "I want to show you what its like to be with a man in the park."
Washtenaw County, Michigan
Except for a few minor differences, the hearing room inside the penitentiary could have been an interrogation room in any number of police stations across the country. Instead of a single table in the center of the room, the table was a long conference table running parallel to the back wall. Underneath the light that hung in the middle of the room sat one lonely chair. Though slightly more comfortable then the chair in an interrogation room, the current chair was not what one would call cozy. The differences were subtle, but noticeable to someone who had been in both.
Ron Stoppable had been in both types of rooms in the last three years. He noticed the differences immediately as he was escorted in by two of the prisons armed guards. They sat him roughly in the chair in the center of the room, then promptly turned and walked out of the room.
As the guards filed out, three men wearing suits and carrying briefcases filed in the door. The door shut with a hollow thud behind the last man, and Ron could hear the latch turning as the door was locked. Each of the men took a seat at the conference table facing Ron. The man in the middle, who Ron recognized as Mr. Robinson, the warden of the prison, pulled out three manila folders and handed one each to the men on either side of him.
"Gentlemen, I know your both familiar with this case, but its SOP to give you the standard dossier on the inmate before the hearing begins", the warden said to the other men.
The other men both nodded and silently leafed through the file they had been handed. The warden turned his attention back to Ron and after a moment began to address the young man.
"Mr. Stoppable first off I would like to apologize for the conditions that this hearing takes place today. Our regular hearing room had an unfortunate insect infestation, forcing us to move today's proceedings to this old interrogation room."
"No big sir", Ron replied. "I've been waiting for this day for almost three years now. We can have the hearing in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge for all I care, just as long as we have it."
The warden smiled at Ron's response. "I suspected you would feel that way. But I suppose we would all like to get down to business. Allow me to introduce the two men who will assist in your evaluation today."
The warden motioned to the man seated to his right. "This is Judge Jason Roe, though you have not formally been introduced, I'm sure you will recognize him as the judge that presided over your trial."
"I hope today I find that the sentence I handed down those years ago has made you a better man Mr. Stoppable. You still have your whole life ahead of you, and I want nothing more then to help you start living it again", the judge said to Ron.
"That makes two of us Your Honor", said Ron, regarding the judge with a curt nod of his head.
"And this man to my left", the warden motioned to the other man, continuing the introductions, "is Doctor Fredrick Larson, the state appointed psychologist for this institution."
"I'm going to evaluate you during this hearing son, and in a private session after the hearing, to determine if you are psychologically fit to return to society", Dr. Larson said, looking down at the file in front of him. "However, if your record prior to your conviction, and your record while incarcerated is any indication, I don't think that your psych evaluation will be any hindrance at all"
"Thank you doctor", Ron said with a slight grin. Who would have ever thought that a psych evaluation would be the least of his worries?
"Well now that we've dispensed with the pleasantries, why don't we get this thing going", the warden said, pointing a remote control at a video camera on the far side of the room. Upon pushing the button a red light turned on the front of the device, signaling it was recording. "This now begins the parole hearing of one Ronald Dean Stoppable."
"Mr. Stoppable, almost three years ago you were tried and convicted for the murder of one John Slater", the warden paused, looking up from his notes at Ron, who now looked at the floor nervously. "At the time of your trial you claimed that the murder was accidental, in defense of yourself and your girlfriend Kim Possible."
"That's correct, aside from the girlfriend part, well, I mean I had hoped she would be by the end of the night. But I guess we can all see that one didn't work out as planned", Ron said shaking his head sadly before the voice of the judge brought him back to attention.
"Mr. Stoppable, it may be hard, but also beneficial to your case here today, to take us back to the night of September 24th. Tell us your feelings, what was happening, both in intimate detail. Then tell us what you may or may not do differently now, if the same situation presented itself", Judge Roe said, placing his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly.
Ron sighed, and looked at the floor, then back up at the three men who were going to determine how he spent the next several years. He had relived the night in his dreams every night for the past two and a half years. He figured talking about it would get easier with time, but that night, the trial, everything after that was so hard, it had drained him, mentally and physically. Ron wasn't sure if he would ever fully recover, if he would ever be the same person he was before. Especially without Kim, that would be the hardest thing.
"Very well, your right, this is hard for me to talk about, but I'm sure the good doctor will tell me talking about this will help in time", Ron started, looking at Dr. Larson, who nodded. "Anyways, here goes nothing."
"As I'm sure you all know, I was the goofy sidekick to Kim Possible for two years before the night, and her best friend for years before that. I had noticed in recent weeks that the feelings I had for her were more then what friends felt towards each other. I had picked that Friday night to finally tell her that. A nice moonlit walk in the park seemed like the perfect time to express my feelings for her. If only I had know how wrong I was.."
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Middleton, Michigan
Two years and 11 months ago
"Tonight's the night Rufus"
Rufus looked up from the dresser top, handing Ron his comb, and gave him a puzzled look.
"That's right little buddy," Ron said, taking the comb and using it to try and make some sense out of his wild hair, "I'm finally going to tell Kim how I feel about her. I even bought her that ring over there behind you."
Rufus turned around and opened the small felt covered box behind him. He let out a soft whistle as he eyed up the gold diamond ring.
"Mm, pricey", he squeaked.
"Yeah, it was a little expensive, but nothing a few naco royalty checks couldn't cover", replied Ron, as he picked up the box and placed it in the pocket of his cargo pants.
"Besides, no price is to great for Kim."
"Oh brother", Rufus shook his head as he scampered over to his mini- recliner. Ron had already informed him he would be sitting this one out.
"Well, wish me luck Rufus, and don't worry, no matter what happens I'll still bring you back a chimerito."
As Ron turned to walk out the door, Rufus gave him a thumbs up.
"Teenagers", he sighed, picking up a piece of newspaper to read.
Ron sighed as he stood outside the Possible house. This was it. No turning back now. He raised his hand to give his usual knock, when the door suddenly swung open, revealing the girl of his dreams.
"Hey KP", he said with a smile, "developing psychic powers on me?"
Kim laughed and punched Ron playfully on the shoulder, closing the door with her other hand.
"No silly, I saw you coming down the sidewalk. Now what's this "big secret" that you can't wait to tell me?" Kim asked her friend as they begin to walk down the street towards Bueno Nacho.
"Ah, not yet my dear, we must wait until the time is right", Ron replied with a sheepish grin, "and now, is not the right time."
"Fair enough Ron, I just hope the right time isn't over dinner when your mouth is stuffed full of taco product."
The two teens walked in relative silence the rest of the way down Kim's street and well onto the next. Kim was pretty sure she had an idea of what Ron was going to tell her. She had seen the look in plenty of guy's eyes before. Ron was going to tell her that he liked her. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited. Kim had been hoping for months that Ron liked her as more then a friend, and that someday one of them would have enough guts to admit it.
When they turned onto the next street, Ron took Kim's hand and steered her into the Middleton Community Park.
"Ron, this is a little out of the way for Bueno Nacho", Kim said, raising her eyebrow at her best friend.
"I know, I just wanted to take you through here, to look at how pretty the leaves are this time of year. That, and I think this would be a nice place to tell you my little secret."
Ron stopped and turned to face Kim. He stood there lost in her deep green eyes for a moment before he regained his train of thought.
"Kim, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and I'm not really sure I know the words to say it, but I'm going to give it a shot anyways. I- "
"Lovely night for a walk isn't it kids?" a deep voice said from behind Ron, cutting off his confessional.
Ron turned around to face the man, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, it sure is, a lovely night for two kids to talk alone in the park", he snapped
"We'll I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I'd really like to spend the evening with someone to. Maybe a nice little red head, how does that sound?"
"Now wait just a-"
Ron was cut off this time by the familiar sound of a gun being cocked. Ron looked at the stranger's right hand, which now held a shiny silver Colt .45 pistol. Ron had encountered many a gun toting low life in his and Kim's adventures saving the world, but for some reason tonight the danger seemed tenfold. He looked up from the gun into the mans eyes, which held a glint of the moonlight reflecting off the stainless steel casing of the pistol.
"Wh-what do you want from us", Ron said nervously. "I don't have much money on me, but take it, and leave us alone."
"Oh its not the green I want my friend", the man said, his mouth twisting upwards into a grin, "I imagine what I want is a little more red."
The man turned his gun to Kim, who had remained silent throughout the exchange between him and Ron. Kim had been trying to determine the best way to disarm the man, but he was just out of striking distance. If she took the chance to close the gap between the two, he would have a chance to get off a shot at her or Ron.
"Time to ditch the kid Red", said the man, his twisted grin mocking them, "I want to show you what its like to be with a man in the park."