Ron stood there with his mouth hanging open. Shego was certainly the last
person he expected to visit him. She was right above Kim on that list.
Shaking off the shock, Ron began to wonder why she was here, and why his
mother had let her in. Falling into a defensive fighting stance, Ron
wondered if he would get a chance to ask these questions.
"Whoa, easy kid", Shego said holding her hands up in front of her. "I'm not here for a fight"
Ron lowered his hands a bit, but for the most part remained in his fighting stance.
"Then what do you want?"
"Oh, you know...just wanted to catch up. It's been a while. Is that so wrong?" Shego asked, walking over to Ron's bed and sitting down on the edge.
"But...but...you aren't supposed to be here, you're a villain. Kim's arch foe to be exact, here in my house...this is so sick and wrong!" Ron shouted, waving his arms about frantically.
"Are you done?" Shego asked raising an eyebrow at him
"Yea, pretty much" Ron replied, crossing his arms. "So, let me get this straight. You, Shego, want to catch up with me, Ron, the buffoonish sidekick who you have tried to kill several times in the past?"
"Well when you put it that way it sounds pretty shady. But like you said "in the past".
Ron said nothing, but furrowed his brow in Shego's direction. She sighed and looked around the room. Smiling, she turned back to Ron.
"Your room is a lot cleaner then I would have expected. With the exception of these shopping bags of course. I never pictured you as much of a shopper either."
"It's kind of difficult to get a room messy, when you haven't lived here in three years." Ron said, giving Shego a glare. "And I'm not much of a shopper, but I outgrew my clothes over the last few years.
"So I noticed. Not quite the scrawny adolescent any more are we?" Shego said eyeing Ron up and down, which made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Look Shego...obviously there is a point to your visit tonight. I'm going to take you for your word and assume you're not here to kill me. But I'm also going to assume you aren't just here to shoot the shit", Ron said, walking over to his computer desk, and sitting down on the office chair, spinning it to face Shego.
"Alright, I'll get to the point" Shego stood up, stretching a bit, and began to walk around the room looking at the pictures on the walls and desks. "I've had my eye on you Stoppable. I know why you went to jail, and I know what's been going on with you and your "Team Possible" while you've been away"
"Go on..."
"Obviously I have encountered Kimmie and her new sidekick, Jeff, Jason, whatever the hell his name is. And not to be an ass...but he's better then you. I doubt Kim is going to boot him off the team to accommodate a lesser partner."
"Hey, Kim and I were...are, best friends. She would take me back in an instant, regardless of how better a sidekick Josh is." Ron said defensively
"Do you really believe that Ron?" Shego said, looking Ron right in the eye, and then turning back to a photo of the cheer squad that hung on the wall. "I was at your trial you know."
"You were? I didn't see you."
"You weren't supposed to. I am a wanted criminal you know. Most criminals try to stay away from courtrooms. But for the trial of Ron Stoppable, I couldn't miss that."
"So what's that got to do with Kim not taking me back? I don't think she's going to blame me for you being at the trial."
"No," Shego smiled sadly "but she will blame you for what happened. Your trial was going smoothly until she took the stand. Her testimony, and your subsequent breakdown was what doomed you. Even I thought that was low, I didn't see that coming at all. That being said, do you really think she will take you back on the team after that?"
Ron hung his head, remembering the events of his trial. As much as he hated to admit it, Shego was right. Kim's testimony had wrecked his case, as well as his heart. She had described Ron's actions as "crazed, and out of control". At the prosecutions urging she had admitted that Ron used more force then was necessary to subdue their attacker. A case doesn't recover from that kind of testimony from world famous teen hero Kim Possible. Ron's crazy "I did it for you" rant didn't help much either.
Ron's fist clenched at the memories of the trial. He looked at Shego with a bit of anger in his eyes.
"Alright, so you didn't come to shoot the shit. You came to pour salt on old wounds. If your quite done, you know where the door is."
"No, no. I'm sorry for bringing it up, but I had to prove my point somehow" said Shego apologetically. "The reason I'm here is to make you an offer, a business venture, if you will."
Ron leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. This was getting crazier by the minute, he thought.
"Go on..."
"Well, you know I work for Drakken. But I do a little freelance work on the side. I do some mercenary work. Assassinations... kill your old high school enemies, that kind of thing. Nothing so big that Dr. D notices, just a little money on the side. I've wanted to leave him for a long time, go out on my own, but the truth is...I get lonely", Shego said looking down at the ground, twisting the toe of her boot in the carpet.
Satisfied with the groove in the carpet, she looked back up at Ron, who was sitting in the chair with his mouth closed tight. The amount his eyes had widened led Shego to believe he knew what was coming next.
"I read in a financial magazine about how you received royalties from Bueno Nacho while you were in the hole", she started again, trying to decide how to word her question. "I was thinking with that money, you and I could get out of here. Go start our own little mercenary service. We could start small, get your feet a little wet, and then move on to the bigger game."
"Shego, I'm flattered...I think", Ron said standing up. "But I'm not a killer."
"Really? I bet your criminal record would say differently. And there is a guy down in Middleton Cemetery who would agree with me", Shego said shaking her head. "Face it Ronnie, you're just like me. Might as well face up to it now, before you waste more time pretending."
"No. I'm nothing like you." Ron's voice rose slightly. "You kill for pleasure, money. I killed accidentally, to protect someone I love."
"Would you do it again? In that situation, would you kill again?"
"I...no, I would find another way around it."
"What if there was no other way. What if that was the only way?" Shego said, walking closer to Ron.
"I...I...I'd do what I would have to do", Ron stammered, backing up slightly.
Shego stopped and smiled.
"See, if you weren't like me, you would have spouted out some lame-o "there's always another way" crap." She laughed. "But you know what it takes, and you're a killer. You always will be, there isn't any changing that. It's not an easy thing to do, and it's an even harder thing to live with. Surprisingly enough though, you have the mentality for it."
Shego quickly closed the distance between them, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ron blushed slightly, and Shego smiled. She turned and headed to the doorway, but stopped when she reached the door. She turned around and gave Ron another smile.
"So when Kimmie breaks your heart again...and she will, look me up. We could make a hell of a team", she said, and then with a wink added, "In more ways then you know."
With that as her final parting she headed out the door and down the stairs. Ron stood still, completely dumbfounded. As he walked over to his bed, he could hear Shego pleasantly bidding his parents good evening. He flopped down on his bed and let out a deep breath.
"What the hell just happened?"
Kim Possible walked into her bedroom, tired, beaten and bruised. She sighed when she looked at her alarm clock, which read 2:30am.
"Maybe those Team Go guys were right about a long distance villain relationship. I'm tired of heading across the globe every time the world needs saving," she muttered as she pulled off her black mission shirt.
"Brand new to", she groaned, poking her fingers through the tears on the sleeve and side of the shirt. "Oh well. I'll just have to call in a favor to Club Banana for some more of those surplus Kim Style shirts."
As she finished changing for bed, she felt her mind drift back to Ron. It had been so long since she had seen him, and of course the world needs saving. On the other hand, it saved her in a way, because she had no idea what to say to him. What do you say to a friend who has been in jail for the past few years?
"Hey buddy. How's free air going for you? Oh by the way, here's your naked mole rat back", Kim said with a half smile. "Yea, that's real smooth Possible."
He probably doesn't want to see me anyway, she thought. I stopped writing him, he probably forgot all about me in there.
No, that's not Ron. Ron would never forget about you. Ron's loyal, sweet, caring, and he's your best friend. He's also a killer, a cold-blooded killer.
Kim shook her head and buried her face in her hands at that last thought. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake the image of Ron on top of that man. Or the sting of him hitting her. He said he was trying to protect her. Her parents told her it was an accident, and that he was trying to protect her. Josh, Monique, even Bonnie, had all told her the same thing.
So why didn't she buy it?
They hadn't been there. They hadn't seen his eyes. Those brown eyes, always filled with such warmth, were filled with such rage that night. He hadn't hit them.
Kim laid back into her bed and closed her eyes, forcing back the tears that wanted to flow. She had cried enough for that night, for Ron. He served his time. Good behavior and everything. There was no reason to think that night was just an aberration. He probably was just trying to protect her. And once she saw him, and they were back in school, it would be just like old times.
"I hope".
"Ron, I just want you to know how sorry I am about everything." Kim said softly into his ear as they sat together on the couch in her living room. "And I love you".
Ron smiled and pulled Kim closer to him. "I'm sorry to KP, and I love..."
"There's one more thing Ron," Kim said pulling away from Ron. "It's time to wake up"
With those words Kim slowly turned into Monique, and Kim's couch quickly became Ron's bed.
"C'mon Ron, it's time to wake up", Monique said, her face inches from Ron's.
"GowayMon, Kimshere", Ron slurred rolling on his side and pulling the covers over his head.
Monique sat back and smiled. After all this time, still dreaming of that girl, she thought.
"Ron, it's one o'clock in the afternoon, and unless I'm mistaken, someone hasn't had any Bueno Nacho in three years."
"Bueno Nacho?", Ron said, poking his head out from under the covers, his eyes suddenly very alert.
"That's right hot stuff. My treat, now up and at 'em." Monique said as she stood and yanked the covers the rest of the way off of Ron.
Ron flinched a bit, and then sat up in his bed and smiled.
"Jeez Mon, I could've been naked under there."
"And wouldn't that have been a shame", Monique responded with a wink. "Now get dressed, and come downstairs. I'll be talking with your parents.
Ron gave a mock salute as Monique left the room, and then stood to get dressed for his triumphant return to Bueno Nacho.
"Looks like this place hasn't changed a bit", Ron said through a mouth full of Naco.
"The same could be said about your appetite", Monique said as she chewed her own Naco.
"Hey you go eat prison food for a couple years, and see if you don't want to scarf as many Naco's as possible.", Ron replied, tossing another wrapper into a steadily growing pile.
"Good point. So anyways, are you looking forward to school tomorrow?"
"As crazy as it sounds, I am. As much as the prison tutor reminded me of Mr. Barkin, some things you just can't replace." Ron said with a smile. "And besides that I'll finally get to see..."
"Kim and Josh". Monique said, looking over Ron's shoulder at the two people who had just come into the restaurant.
"Your half right, I'm not really looking forward to seeing Mankey again. Other then to tell him the original sidekick is back in town!", Ron said pointing a triumphant finger in the air. Then he remembered what Shego had said the night before.
"If I'm wanted," he muttered under his breath.
"No, no. Kim and Josh," Monique pointed at the counter where the mentioned stood ordering.
"Holy Hannah Mon. I'm not ready for this. I mean I thought I was, but I'm not. Oh god, what do I say...what do I say...what do I say...?" Ron rambled, fidgeting in his seat. "And wait a tick...she comes here with him?"
"Yea they usually sit right...here", Monique said as Josh and Kim approached their table.
"Excuse me ma'am, I believe your in our seat", Kim said with a smile.
"Uh, hey girl. Fancy meeting you here", Monique said, with a half smile, as she glanced at Ron, who was looking out the window, hiding his face as best he could.
"Who's your new boyfriend Mon?", Kim asked trying to look at Ron's face.
"Oh, you guys have met. In fact, you might say, he's your best friend", Monique emphasized her point by kicking Ron in the shin.
"Ow!", Ron exclaimed, forgetting about hiding his face, and glaring at Monique. "What the hell was that for?"
"Ron?", Kim gasped. "Is that you?"
"I was when I woke up, KP.", Ron said with a nervous smile.
Monique smiled to herself and slid out of the booth. She grabbed Kim by her shoulders, and steered her to the seat she had just vacated. She then leaned across and picked up her tray, and turned to Josh.
"Lets, go grab another table. These two have some catching up to do."
"But...", Josh began.
"No buts buddy. Lets move.", Monique said steering Josh to the other side of the dining room.
Ron stared dumbly down at his Naco, before finally looking up at Kim, who was also staring dumbly at her tray of food. Ron couldn't help but notice how beautiful Kim had become. Her body at developed nicely, and she still had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. And her eyes. I could still get lost in those for days, Ron thought.
It was then Ron noticed Kim was staring back at him.
"Um...", he began.
"So..." she began.
This is going to be harder then I thought, Ron and Kim both thought, as they smiled at each other.
Next time-Kim Possible! Ron Stoppable! Battle to the death! Not really. But that would be an absurd plot twist. But seriously folks, sorry about the long delay between chapters. I hit a big spot of writers block on the second part of this chapter. I think the creative juices are flowing again though, so the next update won't take nearly as long as this one did. Also a big thanks to everyone who reviewed, and the couple people that emailed me. Yall are the reason I tried so hard to get this out, so I hope it meets your approval. Thanks again. -Reed
Disclaimer-After all this time, nothing is owned.
"Whoa, easy kid", Shego said holding her hands up in front of her. "I'm not here for a fight"
Ron lowered his hands a bit, but for the most part remained in his fighting stance.
"Then what do you want?"
"Oh, you know...just wanted to catch up. It's been a while. Is that so wrong?" Shego asked, walking over to Ron's bed and sitting down on the edge.
"But...but...you aren't supposed to be here, you're a villain. Kim's arch foe to be exact, here in my house...this is so sick and wrong!" Ron shouted, waving his arms about frantically.
"Are you done?" Shego asked raising an eyebrow at him
"Yea, pretty much" Ron replied, crossing his arms. "So, let me get this straight. You, Shego, want to catch up with me, Ron, the buffoonish sidekick who you have tried to kill several times in the past?"
"Well when you put it that way it sounds pretty shady. But like you said "in the past".
Ron said nothing, but furrowed his brow in Shego's direction. She sighed and looked around the room. Smiling, she turned back to Ron.
"Your room is a lot cleaner then I would have expected. With the exception of these shopping bags of course. I never pictured you as much of a shopper either."
"It's kind of difficult to get a room messy, when you haven't lived here in three years." Ron said, giving Shego a glare. "And I'm not much of a shopper, but I outgrew my clothes over the last few years.
"So I noticed. Not quite the scrawny adolescent any more are we?" Shego said eyeing Ron up and down, which made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Look Shego...obviously there is a point to your visit tonight. I'm going to take you for your word and assume you're not here to kill me. But I'm also going to assume you aren't just here to shoot the shit", Ron said, walking over to his computer desk, and sitting down on the office chair, spinning it to face Shego.
"Alright, I'll get to the point" Shego stood up, stretching a bit, and began to walk around the room looking at the pictures on the walls and desks. "I've had my eye on you Stoppable. I know why you went to jail, and I know what's been going on with you and your "Team Possible" while you've been away"
"Go on..."
"Obviously I have encountered Kimmie and her new sidekick, Jeff, Jason, whatever the hell his name is. And not to be an ass...but he's better then you. I doubt Kim is going to boot him off the team to accommodate a lesser partner."
"Hey, Kim and I were...are, best friends. She would take me back in an instant, regardless of how better a sidekick Josh is." Ron said defensively
"Do you really believe that Ron?" Shego said, looking Ron right in the eye, and then turning back to a photo of the cheer squad that hung on the wall. "I was at your trial you know."
"You were? I didn't see you."
"You weren't supposed to. I am a wanted criminal you know. Most criminals try to stay away from courtrooms. But for the trial of Ron Stoppable, I couldn't miss that."
"So what's that got to do with Kim not taking me back? I don't think she's going to blame me for you being at the trial."
"No," Shego smiled sadly "but she will blame you for what happened. Your trial was going smoothly until she took the stand. Her testimony, and your subsequent breakdown was what doomed you. Even I thought that was low, I didn't see that coming at all. That being said, do you really think she will take you back on the team after that?"
Ron hung his head, remembering the events of his trial. As much as he hated to admit it, Shego was right. Kim's testimony had wrecked his case, as well as his heart. She had described Ron's actions as "crazed, and out of control". At the prosecutions urging she had admitted that Ron used more force then was necessary to subdue their attacker. A case doesn't recover from that kind of testimony from world famous teen hero Kim Possible. Ron's crazy "I did it for you" rant didn't help much either.
Ron's fist clenched at the memories of the trial. He looked at Shego with a bit of anger in his eyes.
"Alright, so you didn't come to shoot the shit. You came to pour salt on old wounds. If your quite done, you know where the door is."
"No, no. I'm sorry for bringing it up, but I had to prove my point somehow" said Shego apologetically. "The reason I'm here is to make you an offer, a business venture, if you will."
Ron leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. This was getting crazier by the minute, he thought.
"Go on..."
"Well, you know I work for Drakken. But I do a little freelance work on the side. I do some mercenary work. Assassinations... kill your old high school enemies, that kind of thing. Nothing so big that Dr. D notices, just a little money on the side. I've wanted to leave him for a long time, go out on my own, but the truth is...I get lonely", Shego said looking down at the ground, twisting the toe of her boot in the carpet.
Satisfied with the groove in the carpet, she looked back up at Ron, who was sitting in the chair with his mouth closed tight. The amount his eyes had widened led Shego to believe he knew what was coming next.
"I read in a financial magazine about how you received royalties from Bueno Nacho while you were in the hole", she started again, trying to decide how to word her question. "I was thinking with that money, you and I could get out of here. Go start our own little mercenary service. We could start small, get your feet a little wet, and then move on to the bigger game."
"Shego, I'm flattered...I think", Ron said standing up. "But I'm not a killer."
"Really? I bet your criminal record would say differently. And there is a guy down in Middleton Cemetery who would agree with me", Shego said shaking her head. "Face it Ronnie, you're just like me. Might as well face up to it now, before you waste more time pretending."
"No. I'm nothing like you." Ron's voice rose slightly. "You kill for pleasure, money. I killed accidentally, to protect someone I love."
"Would you do it again? In that situation, would you kill again?"
"I...no, I would find another way around it."
"What if there was no other way. What if that was the only way?" Shego said, walking closer to Ron.
"I...I...I'd do what I would have to do", Ron stammered, backing up slightly.
Shego stopped and smiled.
"See, if you weren't like me, you would have spouted out some lame-o "there's always another way" crap." She laughed. "But you know what it takes, and you're a killer. You always will be, there isn't any changing that. It's not an easy thing to do, and it's an even harder thing to live with. Surprisingly enough though, you have the mentality for it."
Shego quickly closed the distance between them, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ron blushed slightly, and Shego smiled. She turned and headed to the doorway, but stopped when she reached the door. She turned around and gave Ron another smile.
"So when Kimmie breaks your heart again...and she will, look me up. We could make a hell of a team", she said, and then with a wink added, "In more ways then you know."
With that as her final parting she headed out the door and down the stairs. Ron stood still, completely dumbfounded. As he walked over to his bed, he could hear Shego pleasantly bidding his parents good evening. He flopped down on his bed and let out a deep breath.
"What the hell just happened?"
Kim Possible walked into her bedroom, tired, beaten and bruised. She sighed when she looked at her alarm clock, which read 2:30am.
"Maybe those Team Go guys were right about a long distance villain relationship. I'm tired of heading across the globe every time the world needs saving," she muttered as she pulled off her black mission shirt.
"Brand new to", she groaned, poking her fingers through the tears on the sleeve and side of the shirt. "Oh well. I'll just have to call in a favor to Club Banana for some more of those surplus Kim Style shirts."
As she finished changing for bed, she felt her mind drift back to Ron. It had been so long since she had seen him, and of course the world needs saving. On the other hand, it saved her in a way, because she had no idea what to say to him. What do you say to a friend who has been in jail for the past few years?
"Hey buddy. How's free air going for you? Oh by the way, here's your naked mole rat back", Kim said with a half smile. "Yea, that's real smooth Possible."
He probably doesn't want to see me anyway, she thought. I stopped writing him, he probably forgot all about me in there.
No, that's not Ron. Ron would never forget about you. Ron's loyal, sweet, caring, and he's your best friend. He's also a killer, a cold-blooded killer.
Kim shook her head and buried her face in her hands at that last thought. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake the image of Ron on top of that man. Or the sting of him hitting her. He said he was trying to protect her. Her parents told her it was an accident, and that he was trying to protect her. Josh, Monique, even Bonnie, had all told her the same thing.
So why didn't she buy it?
They hadn't been there. They hadn't seen his eyes. Those brown eyes, always filled with such warmth, were filled with such rage that night. He hadn't hit them.
Kim laid back into her bed and closed her eyes, forcing back the tears that wanted to flow. She had cried enough for that night, for Ron. He served his time. Good behavior and everything. There was no reason to think that night was just an aberration. He probably was just trying to protect her. And once she saw him, and they were back in school, it would be just like old times.
"I hope".
"Ron, I just want you to know how sorry I am about everything." Kim said softly into his ear as they sat together on the couch in her living room. "And I love you".
Ron smiled and pulled Kim closer to him. "I'm sorry to KP, and I love..."
"There's one more thing Ron," Kim said pulling away from Ron. "It's time to wake up"
With those words Kim slowly turned into Monique, and Kim's couch quickly became Ron's bed.
"C'mon Ron, it's time to wake up", Monique said, her face inches from Ron's.
"GowayMon, Kimshere", Ron slurred rolling on his side and pulling the covers over his head.
Monique sat back and smiled. After all this time, still dreaming of that girl, she thought.
"Ron, it's one o'clock in the afternoon, and unless I'm mistaken, someone hasn't had any Bueno Nacho in three years."
"Bueno Nacho?", Ron said, poking his head out from under the covers, his eyes suddenly very alert.
"That's right hot stuff. My treat, now up and at 'em." Monique said as she stood and yanked the covers the rest of the way off of Ron.
Ron flinched a bit, and then sat up in his bed and smiled.
"Jeez Mon, I could've been naked under there."
"And wouldn't that have been a shame", Monique responded with a wink. "Now get dressed, and come downstairs. I'll be talking with your parents.
Ron gave a mock salute as Monique left the room, and then stood to get dressed for his triumphant return to Bueno Nacho.
"Looks like this place hasn't changed a bit", Ron said through a mouth full of Naco.
"The same could be said about your appetite", Monique said as she chewed her own Naco.
"Hey you go eat prison food for a couple years, and see if you don't want to scarf as many Naco's as possible.", Ron replied, tossing another wrapper into a steadily growing pile.
"Good point. So anyways, are you looking forward to school tomorrow?"
"As crazy as it sounds, I am. As much as the prison tutor reminded me of Mr. Barkin, some things you just can't replace." Ron said with a smile. "And besides that I'll finally get to see..."
"Kim and Josh". Monique said, looking over Ron's shoulder at the two people who had just come into the restaurant.
"Your half right, I'm not really looking forward to seeing Mankey again. Other then to tell him the original sidekick is back in town!", Ron said pointing a triumphant finger in the air. Then he remembered what Shego had said the night before.
"If I'm wanted," he muttered under his breath.
"No, no. Kim and Josh," Monique pointed at the counter where the mentioned stood ordering.
"Holy Hannah Mon. I'm not ready for this. I mean I thought I was, but I'm not. Oh god, what do I say...what do I say...what do I say...?" Ron rambled, fidgeting in his seat. "And wait a tick...she comes here with him?"
"Yea they usually sit right...here", Monique said as Josh and Kim approached their table.
"Excuse me ma'am, I believe your in our seat", Kim said with a smile.
"Uh, hey girl. Fancy meeting you here", Monique said, with a half smile, as she glanced at Ron, who was looking out the window, hiding his face as best he could.
"Who's your new boyfriend Mon?", Kim asked trying to look at Ron's face.
"Oh, you guys have met. In fact, you might say, he's your best friend", Monique emphasized her point by kicking Ron in the shin.
"Ow!", Ron exclaimed, forgetting about hiding his face, and glaring at Monique. "What the hell was that for?"
"Ron?", Kim gasped. "Is that you?"
"I was when I woke up, KP.", Ron said with a nervous smile.
Monique smiled to herself and slid out of the booth. She grabbed Kim by her shoulders, and steered her to the seat she had just vacated. She then leaned across and picked up her tray, and turned to Josh.
"Lets, go grab another table. These two have some catching up to do."
"But...", Josh began.
"No buts buddy. Lets move.", Monique said steering Josh to the other side of the dining room.
Ron stared dumbly down at his Naco, before finally looking up at Kim, who was also staring dumbly at her tray of food. Ron couldn't help but notice how beautiful Kim had become. Her body at developed nicely, and she still had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. And her eyes. I could still get lost in those for days, Ron thought.
It was then Ron noticed Kim was staring back at him.
"Um...", he began.
"So..." she began.
This is going to be harder then I thought, Ron and Kim both thought, as they smiled at each other.
Next time-Kim Possible! Ron Stoppable! Battle to the death! Not really. But that would be an absurd plot twist. But seriously folks, sorry about the long delay between chapters. I hit a big spot of writers block on the second part of this chapter. I think the creative juices are flowing again though, so the next update won't take nearly as long as this one did. Also a big thanks to everyone who reviewed, and the couple people that emailed me. Yall are the reason I tried so hard to get this out, so I hope it meets your approval. Thanks again. -Reed
Disclaimer-After all this time, nothing is owned.