Chapter 6
Ron settled down into his desk at the back of his first period class. Even though he was glad to be back in school, he still wasn't foolish enough to take a seat at the front of the class. Especially considering who was teaching the class.
"Good morning people," Mr. Barkin said as he walked into the class. "For the next several months your minds will be mine to mold in the ways and methods of Pre-Calculus."
Ron smiled to himself as several of the students groaned. A couple of years ago, he would have been the loudest groaner. He suspected he would be among them in a few months, but for right now, he was looking forward to some early morning math that didn't involve subtracting the days he had left until he was free.
"Stoppable." Barkin's voice boomed from the front of the class. "Good to have you back. I hope you brought a longer attention span with you this time around, you'll be needing it for this class"
"I'm sorry, what?" Ron said with a slight smile.
His comment drew some laughter from the class, which ended when they noticed Mr. Barkin's narrowed eyes.
"Just joking sir, you have my undivided attention for 40 minutes every day"
"I'm glad to hear that Stoppable" Barkin said, opening the textbook. "Now if you'll all turn to page one."
- - -
Ron stuffed the calculus book into his locker with a sigh. It seemed his excitement with school was going to wear off quicker then he suspected. This was even more apparent as he considered the textbook for his second period class, Biology.
"Hey pal, got a moment?"
Ron looked to his left for the owner of the voice that had intruded into his thoughts. When he found it, he wasn't sure how to react.
"Josh", Ron said flatly.
"Look I was wondering if we could talk real quick, clear the air here." Josh said, shuffling slightly as he stood.
"Well, I've got three minutes to listen", Ron said as he walked past Josh on his way to class.
Josh turned and met Ron's stride, then taking a deep breath began to talk.
"Look, I know you probably don't think to highly of me right now, or ever for that matter. And I can understand why, but I want you to know why I did everything I've done."
"Monique gave me most of the details", Ron looked straight ahead.
"Then you understand why I did what I did?"
Ron stopped and turned to Josh.
"Look, I know why you became her new sidekick and everything, and yes, I would rather have had that then see her get hurt. On the other hand though, you've all but replaced me in her life, and that I don't appreciate."
"I haven't replaced you man, noone could." Josh started, then with a slight smile, "You can't imagine how many times I heard "Ron would do this", or "Ron would do that" on a mission."
This actually surprised Ron a bit, and he let it show with a sheepish grin. "Really?"
"Oh yea, I still here it sometimes. Apparently I don't make a ridiculous enough distraction."
At this statement both of them shared a good laugh, and when they settled, Josh sighed.
"Kim wants you back at her side. I want you back at her side, and I'll step away if that's what it comes down to, but..."
"She doesn't trust me." Ron said with a sad look in his eyes. "And I understand that, I guess. But I shouldn't have to prove myself to her, of all people, and I'm not going to try. If she wants me back with her, all she has to do is say the word, and I'm there, but not if she's going to be watching me every minute to make sure I'm not going to kill someone."
'I'm sorry Ron"
"No, its me who should be sorry. One of the things I learned in jail was not to jump to conclusions about people. I jumped to one about you along time ago, and I realize now that was a mistake. You're a good man Josh", Ron extended his hand.
"So are you Ron", Josh replied as he took Ron's hand.
"Apparently not good enough ..."
"It'll work out, Ron," Josh said giving him a weak smile, "And I'll keep the job warm for you."
Ron nodded with a smile, as he turned and walked into his classroom. As Josh turned away to head to his class, the hallway was filled with the loud ring of the tardy bell.
He sighed as he broke into a light jog, hoping not to anger the teacher too much.
- -
Kim Possible had encountered a lot in her few years on earth. She's seen more of the world in 17 years then most will in a lifetime. She's fought lethal assassins to a standstill, saved the world from certain doom, and won the cheerleading regional three years in a row. None of that could prepare her for what she was watching at this very moment.
Ron Stoppable shoveled fork after fork full of cafeteria food into his mouth. The same cafeteria food that, on average, sent three kids a day to the nurse's office. This was the same cafeteria food that Ron had once substituted for a science experiment, when he had forgot his own at home.
Ron looked up from his mound of food for a moment, looking first at the wide eyes of Kim, then considered the equally wide eyes of Josh and Monique.
"What?" he said, food falling from his mouth.
"The food," Kim started, "your putting it way like its...like its..."
"Edible" Monique finished for her.
Ron smiled dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.
"You forget I've been living on prison food for the last few years. This crap is gourmet compared to prison chow."
"Maybe if you eat more of it, the taste will snap you back to your senses" Josh said as he scraped his pile of food onto Ron's tray. "Enjoy."
"Thanks buddy." Ron said happily as he dove back into the slop.
Kim smiled as she reached into her lunch pail to produce a nice home made sandwich. As she began to eat it Monique noticed something in Kim's eyes that hadn't been there in many years: genuine happiness.
-- -
Ron settled into his seat for his last class of the day. He had gotten a good schedule, with the last part of his day consisting of lunch, computer applications, and a last period study hall. He especially was looking forward to computer applications, his only class with Kim.
Ron looked around the computer lab with a bit of awe. The room was large, and consisted of 30 smaller sized office desks. Each desk had its own computer, and room to do pen and paper work. The lab was less then a year old, and all of the computers state of the art. Ron asked Kim about it, and learned that it was a donation from the Prime Minister of Kaznia, a small country that Kim helped to save.
"You should save Kaznia more often KP, this is way badical" Ron turned his chair towards Kim, who occupied the desk next to him.
"Tell me about it, I can't even imagine how much this all cost." Kim replied. "They wanted to give me a reward, but I turned them down. The week after that the Prime Minister showed up to present the offer to the school. As bad as the school needed a new lab, I couldn't turn them down."
"Isn't it great? The guy even bought the cheer squad new uniforms", a blonde haired girl said from the desk in front of Kim. "Hi Ron."
"Hey Tara" Ron smiled, noticing that Tara had become nothing short of gorgeous over the years. "How have you been?"
"I've been alright, my boyfriend broke up with me last week, but I'm getting over him."
Ron nodded as he wondered why anyone would dump such a nice, and beautiful girl.
Tara looked down at the carpet for a moment, then back up at Ron.
"I know this is a little sudden with you just...coming home and everything. But do you want to do something this weekend, grab dinner or a movie, you know...catch up?" Tara blurted out quickly. "I mean if you're not doing anything with Kim, saving the world and stuff."
Ron was taken aback. Tara was one of the few popular people that had been nice to him, but he never expected her to ask him out somewhere. He glanced over at Kim, who had looked away uncomfortably at the tail end of Tara's comments. Ron felt a little guilt over the fact that made him happy.
He hesitated for a moment, almost hoping that Kim would jump up with something along the lines of "No Tara, Ron is mine". However he quickly decided that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Sure Tara, I'd love to. How's Friday sound?" Ron smiled.
"Great! I'll think of something fun to do. It's probably been awhile since you've had any real fun." Tara said with a wink before turning back around in her chair to face the teacher that had just walked in.
Kim must have noticed Ron's eyes widen slightly, because she giggled softly while giving Ron a thumbs up. Ron turned a bright shade of crimson, and swiveled his own chair back towards the teacher, missing the brief flash of jealousy that crossed Kim's features.
- -
Friday afternoon found Bueno Nacho to be quite busy. Practically every booth and table was filled, mainly with high school students discussing their weekends. The booth by the window, two away from the front door used to be Kim and Ron's booth. These days however, it was a bit more crowded.
"So what are the big plans for tonight my man?" Josh asked Ron in between bites of his Grande sized nacho boat.
"I don't know, Tara won't tell me. But the way she smiles every time I ask makes me think it's going to be something pretty sweet."
"Maybe she got tickets for that wrestling thing in Upperton tonight." Kim suggested.
"You don't need tickets to her kind of wrestling, girl", Monique said with a wink at Ron. The comment made both Kim and Ron blush, while Josh nearly choked on his food laughing.
"I have to admit I'm a little jealous", Monique continued with a slight version of the pouty lip, "I was hoping to be your first date this year."
"There's always Saturday darlin', I won't use all my energy up tonight" Ron smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Monique.
"You big tease", Monique playfully slapped Ron's arm.
"Only one way to find out..."
Kim shifted in her seat, visibly uncomfortable at all the sexual innuendo that was flying around. While such comments had never bothered her, the fact that all of this was directed at, or coming from Ron unnerved her a bit. Before she could elaborate on her thoughts, they were interrupted by a familiar beep from Kim's pocket.
"The party never stops" Josh sighed, as Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator.
"Go Wade", she said to Wade, who had lost weight, and was starting to mature a bit.
"Sorry to interrupt, but its Drakken and Shego again" Wade said.
Ron straightened at the mention of Shego's name. Everything she had said to him still lingered in the back of his mind. For once he was slightly glad he wasn't going on this mission, for he imagined a confrontation with Shego would be a bit weird.
"What absurd scheme are they hatching now?" Kim asked rolling her eyes.
"Well, nothing yet. But I think something big, soon. Satellite picked them up moving lots of equipment into the Fowler Mill, down in the old steel district. I figured it would do some good to stop them before they get a chance to get going", Wade said, as he flashed several satellite scans, and photographs onto the Kimmunicator's screen.
"Thanks Wade, we'll get changed and head down there now." Kim clicked off the Kimmunicator and put it back in her pocket. She then turned to Josh, "Maybe we can get this taken care of quickly, and salvage a Friday night for once."
Josh nodded and stood up to leave. Without thinking, Ron stood up as well. When he realized he was ready to go save the world, he quickly gathered up his trash to throw away.
"Well have fun tonight" Josh said to Ron as he turned to leave "See you guys later"
"See ya", Ron told him, and then turned to Kim. "Be careful KP."
"Always" Kim smiled, then, without warning, gave Ron a quick hug. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
After they had gone, and Ron had emptied his trash he sat back down across from Monique.
"You were ready to go with them weren't you?" Monique asked.
"Yes, I was." Ron sighed. "That was the first time I'd been with her when she got a call. It was a little weird."
"You'll be back running off with her soon enough Ron, don't get down over it again."
"Maybe...or maybe I wont..." Ron said with a far off look in his eyes, his voice trailing off.
- - -
Ron looked himself over in the mirror as he pulled on an undershirt. He was clean-shaven, had cut his hair nice and short, and was wearing a new cologne Monique had picked out for him. With a smile, he flexed in the mirror.
"Oh yea, Tara wont be able to resist the Ron factor tonight" He walked over to his closet and began looking for a shirt to wear when he heard the doorbell ring.
Tara shouldn't be here yet, Ron thought, she's not due here for another half an hour. He shrugged, figuring it was for his parents, and continued his search for the perfect shirt.
"Ron?" Mrs. Stoppable called from the doorway a few moments later.
"Yes mother?" Ron peered out of the closet at her.
"This package just came for you, it's marked urgent."
"Hum", Ron said with a puzzled look on his face. "I'll have a look at it."
Ron took the package from his mother and took it to his desk to cut the tape with his pocketknife.
"Must be Tara's surprise, probably a bomb", Ron said dryly under his breath as he pulled open the box's flaps.
To his surprise a sleek black version of Kim's Kimmunicator sat atop some folded clothes. As he pulled the device out, the screen flashed on, and Wades image filled it.
"Wade...I do have a phone you know." Ron joked, masking the touch of concern in voice.
"Ron...I know you've got big plans tonight, but Kim needs your help."
"What happened?"
"The whole thing I sent them to was a trap. That's why the satellite picked them up so easily. They are planning something big, but they wanted to lure Kim in and get her out of the way first." Wade explained.
"That's clever, not like Drakken at all", Ron mused as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "What makes you think I'll be any help, I haven't done this in awhile, and I wasn't exactly good at it before. Besides, aren't you afraid I'll go in and kill someone?"
"Ron, you know I don't think that. If it was my call, I would have had you back out there the moment you walked out of jail." Wade said crossing his arms. "Just because Kim doesn't want you out there right now doesn't mean she isn't your friend. Go save her, prove you're not a killer, whatever, but don't be petty about this.
Ron closed his eyes and sighed. Whatever anger and sadness he had towards Kim not taking him back as her sidekick would have to be put aside. No matter what, he loved her more then anything.
"I'm not going to prove myself to her. I shouldn't have to. But I will go save her."
Wade nodded. "I knew you would. Now if you'll empty the rest of the box, I'll run you through what I put in for you."
Ron nodded and dumped the contents of the box unto his bed. He set the communicator on the bed, and began to change into his new gear.
"New mission clothes for you. Standard pants, and utility belt chock full of useful stuff, smoke pellets, flash grenades, grapple, all the fun stuff. The shirt is a new design though, its made from unstable molecules, its soft to the touch, but is strong enough to stop a bullet."
"Way badical", Ron said, examining the tight fitting black shirt. The sleeves came down just above his biceps, and the shirt had a slight shimmer to it.
"Last but not least, in that jewelry box, you will find an ear piece and two contact lenses. The earpiece works as a two way, a telephone, and if your ever on a stakeout, a radio. The contact lenses will let me see whatever you do." Wade finished, taking a sip of his ever-present soda.
"What about a ride, how big of a favor did you have to call in for me?" Ron asked as he popped the earpiece and contacts in.
At this question, Wade finally smiled. "It's in the driveway, I think you'll like it."
Ron walked over to the window and let loose a soft whistle. At the end of his driveway sat a brand new sleek black motorcycle.
"Custom built, she's got some extra gadgets we will go over later." Wade added.
"Awesome" Ron said pulling on his gloves. "Can you make a phone call for me on this device, I think you know who."
"Sure."
Ron heard a ringing in his ear followed by a soft feminine "Hello?"
"Tara, it's Ron. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel tonight..."
To be continued...
A/N- And there you have it. One chapter left after this, possibly two. But fear not. A sequel is in the works. And in the works I mean I got an idea for one the other day. Once again thanks to Classic Cowboy for the pre- read, and Ron Stoppable for the moral support. And to everyone else who has reviewed. And those who haven't reviewed...you have brought a great shame to yourself and your family.
-Kaznia is property of DC Comics...as is Blüdhaven, which was mentioned in an earlier chapter. Unstable molecules I believe are the property of Marvel Comics, though I'm not sure...better safe then sorry though. Everything else belongs to Disney.-
Ron settled down into his desk at the back of his first period class. Even though he was glad to be back in school, he still wasn't foolish enough to take a seat at the front of the class. Especially considering who was teaching the class.
"Good morning people," Mr. Barkin said as he walked into the class. "For the next several months your minds will be mine to mold in the ways and methods of Pre-Calculus."
Ron smiled to himself as several of the students groaned. A couple of years ago, he would have been the loudest groaner. He suspected he would be among them in a few months, but for right now, he was looking forward to some early morning math that didn't involve subtracting the days he had left until he was free.
"Stoppable." Barkin's voice boomed from the front of the class. "Good to have you back. I hope you brought a longer attention span with you this time around, you'll be needing it for this class"
"I'm sorry, what?" Ron said with a slight smile.
His comment drew some laughter from the class, which ended when they noticed Mr. Barkin's narrowed eyes.
"Just joking sir, you have my undivided attention for 40 minutes every day"
"I'm glad to hear that Stoppable" Barkin said, opening the textbook. "Now if you'll all turn to page one."
- - -
Ron stuffed the calculus book into his locker with a sigh. It seemed his excitement with school was going to wear off quicker then he suspected. This was even more apparent as he considered the textbook for his second period class, Biology.
"Hey pal, got a moment?"
Ron looked to his left for the owner of the voice that had intruded into his thoughts. When he found it, he wasn't sure how to react.
"Josh", Ron said flatly.
"Look I was wondering if we could talk real quick, clear the air here." Josh said, shuffling slightly as he stood.
"Well, I've got three minutes to listen", Ron said as he walked past Josh on his way to class.
Josh turned and met Ron's stride, then taking a deep breath began to talk.
"Look, I know you probably don't think to highly of me right now, or ever for that matter. And I can understand why, but I want you to know why I did everything I've done."
"Monique gave me most of the details", Ron looked straight ahead.
"Then you understand why I did what I did?"
Ron stopped and turned to Josh.
"Look, I know why you became her new sidekick and everything, and yes, I would rather have had that then see her get hurt. On the other hand though, you've all but replaced me in her life, and that I don't appreciate."
"I haven't replaced you man, noone could." Josh started, then with a slight smile, "You can't imagine how many times I heard "Ron would do this", or "Ron would do that" on a mission."
This actually surprised Ron a bit, and he let it show with a sheepish grin. "Really?"
"Oh yea, I still here it sometimes. Apparently I don't make a ridiculous enough distraction."
At this statement both of them shared a good laugh, and when they settled, Josh sighed.
"Kim wants you back at her side. I want you back at her side, and I'll step away if that's what it comes down to, but..."
"She doesn't trust me." Ron said with a sad look in his eyes. "And I understand that, I guess. But I shouldn't have to prove myself to her, of all people, and I'm not going to try. If she wants me back with her, all she has to do is say the word, and I'm there, but not if she's going to be watching me every minute to make sure I'm not going to kill someone."
'I'm sorry Ron"
"No, its me who should be sorry. One of the things I learned in jail was not to jump to conclusions about people. I jumped to one about you along time ago, and I realize now that was a mistake. You're a good man Josh", Ron extended his hand.
"So are you Ron", Josh replied as he took Ron's hand.
"Apparently not good enough ..."
"It'll work out, Ron," Josh said giving him a weak smile, "And I'll keep the job warm for you."
Ron nodded with a smile, as he turned and walked into his classroom. As Josh turned away to head to his class, the hallway was filled with the loud ring of the tardy bell.
He sighed as he broke into a light jog, hoping not to anger the teacher too much.
- -
Kim Possible had encountered a lot in her few years on earth. She's seen more of the world in 17 years then most will in a lifetime. She's fought lethal assassins to a standstill, saved the world from certain doom, and won the cheerleading regional three years in a row. None of that could prepare her for what she was watching at this very moment.
Ron Stoppable shoveled fork after fork full of cafeteria food into his mouth. The same cafeteria food that, on average, sent three kids a day to the nurse's office. This was the same cafeteria food that Ron had once substituted for a science experiment, when he had forgot his own at home.
Ron looked up from his mound of food for a moment, looking first at the wide eyes of Kim, then considered the equally wide eyes of Josh and Monique.
"What?" he said, food falling from his mouth.
"The food," Kim started, "your putting it way like its...like its..."
"Edible" Monique finished for her.
Ron smiled dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.
"You forget I've been living on prison food for the last few years. This crap is gourmet compared to prison chow."
"Maybe if you eat more of it, the taste will snap you back to your senses" Josh said as he scraped his pile of food onto Ron's tray. "Enjoy."
"Thanks buddy." Ron said happily as he dove back into the slop.
Kim smiled as she reached into her lunch pail to produce a nice home made sandwich. As she began to eat it Monique noticed something in Kim's eyes that hadn't been there in many years: genuine happiness.
-- -
Ron settled into his seat for his last class of the day. He had gotten a good schedule, with the last part of his day consisting of lunch, computer applications, and a last period study hall. He especially was looking forward to computer applications, his only class with Kim.
Ron looked around the computer lab with a bit of awe. The room was large, and consisted of 30 smaller sized office desks. Each desk had its own computer, and room to do pen and paper work. The lab was less then a year old, and all of the computers state of the art. Ron asked Kim about it, and learned that it was a donation from the Prime Minister of Kaznia, a small country that Kim helped to save.
"You should save Kaznia more often KP, this is way badical" Ron turned his chair towards Kim, who occupied the desk next to him.
"Tell me about it, I can't even imagine how much this all cost." Kim replied. "They wanted to give me a reward, but I turned them down. The week after that the Prime Minister showed up to present the offer to the school. As bad as the school needed a new lab, I couldn't turn them down."
"Isn't it great? The guy even bought the cheer squad new uniforms", a blonde haired girl said from the desk in front of Kim. "Hi Ron."
"Hey Tara" Ron smiled, noticing that Tara had become nothing short of gorgeous over the years. "How have you been?"
"I've been alright, my boyfriend broke up with me last week, but I'm getting over him."
Ron nodded as he wondered why anyone would dump such a nice, and beautiful girl.
Tara looked down at the carpet for a moment, then back up at Ron.
"I know this is a little sudden with you just...coming home and everything. But do you want to do something this weekend, grab dinner or a movie, you know...catch up?" Tara blurted out quickly. "I mean if you're not doing anything with Kim, saving the world and stuff."
Ron was taken aback. Tara was one of the few popular people that had been nice to him, but he never expected her to ask him out somewhere. He glanced over at Kim, who had looked away uncomfortably at the tail end of Tara's comments. Ron felt a little guilt over the fact that made him happy.
He hesitated for a moment, almost hoping that Kim would jump up with something along the lines of "No Tara, Ron is mine". However he quickly decided that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Sure Tara, I'd love to. How's Friday sound?" Ron smiled.
"Great! I'll think of something fun to do. It's probably been awhile since you've had any real fun." Tara said with a wink before turning back around in her chair to face the teacher that had just walked in.
Kim must have noticed Ron's eyes widen slightly, because she giggled softly while giving Ron a thumbs up. Ron turned a bright shade of crimson, and swiveled his own chair back towards the teacher, missing the brief flash of jealousy that crossed Kim's features.
- -
Friday afternoon found Bueno Nacho to be quite busy. Practically every booth and table was filled, mainly with high school students discussing their weekends. The booth by the window, two away from the front door used to be Kim and Ron's booth. These days however, it was a bit more crowded.
"So what are the big plans for tonight my man?" Josh asked Ron in between bites of his Grande sized nacho boat.
"I don't know, Tara won't tell me. But the way she smiles every time I ask makes me think it's going to be something pretty sweet."
"Maybe she got tickets for that wrestling thing in Upperton tonight." Kim suggested.
"You don't need tickets to her kind of wrestling, girl", Monique said with a wink at Ron. The comment made both Kim and Ron blush, while Josh nearly choked on his food laughing.
"I have to admit I'm a little jealous", Monique continued with a slight version of the pouty lip, "I was hoping to be your first date this year."
"There's always Saturday darlin', I won't use all my energy up tonight" Ron smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Monique.
"You big tease", Monique playfully slapped Ron's arm.
"Only one way to find out..."
Kim shifted in her seat, visibly uncomfortable at all the sexual innuendo that was flying around. While such comments had never bothered her, the fact that all of this was directed at, or coming from Ron unnerved her a bit. Before she could elaborate on her thoughts, they were interrupted by a familiar beep from Kim's pocket.
"The party never stops" Josh sighed, as Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator.
"Go Wade", she said to Wade, who had lost weight, and was starting to mature a bit.
"Sorry to interrupt, but its Drakken and Shego again" Wade said.
Ron straightened at the mention of Shego's name. Everything she had said to him still lingered in the back of his mind. For once he was slightly glad he wasn't going on this mission, for he imagined a confrontation with Shego would be a bit weird.
"What absurd scheme are they hatching now?" Kim asked rolling her eyes.
"Well, nothing yet. But I think something big, soon. Satellite picked them up moving lots of equipment into the Fowler Mill, down in the old steel district. I figured it would do some good to stop them before they get a chance to get going", Wade said, as he flashed several satellite scans, and photographs onto the Kimmunicator's screen.
"Thanks Wade, we'll get changed and head down there now." Kim clicked off the Kimmunicator and put it back in her pocket. She then turned to Josh, "Maybe we can get this taken care of quickly, and salvage a Friday night for once."
Josh nodded and stood up to leave. Without thinking, Ron stood up as well. When he realized he was ready to go save the world, he quickly gathered up his trash to throw away.
"Well have fun tonight" Josh said to Ron as he turned to leave "See you guys later"
"See ya", Ron told him, and then turned to Kim. "Be careful KP."
"Always" Kim smiled, then, without warning, gave Ron a quick hug. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
After they had gone, and Ron had emptied his trash he sat back down across from Monique.
"You were ready to go with them weren't you?" Monique asked.
"Yes, I was." Ron sighed. "That was the first time I'd been with her when she got a call. It was a little weird."
"You'll be back running off with her soon enough Ron, don't get down over it again."
"Maybe...or maybe I wont..." Ron said with a far off look in his eyes, his voice trailing off.
- - -
Ron looked himself over in the mirror as he pulled on an undershirt. He was clean-shaven, had cut his hair nice and short, and was wearing a new cologne Monique had picked out for him. With a smile, he flexed in the mirror.
"Oh yea, Tara wont be able to resist the Ron factor tonight" He walked over to his closet and began looking for a shirt to wear when he heard the doorbell ring.
Tara shouldn't be here yet, Ron thought, she's not due here for another half an hour. He shrugged, figuring it was for his parents, and continued his search for the perfect shirt.
"Ron?" Mrs. Stoppable called from the doorway a few moments later.
"Yes mother?" Ron peered out of the closet at her.
"This package just came for you, it's marked urgent."
"Hum", Ron said with a puzzled look on his face. "I'll have a look at it."
Ron took the package from his mother and took it to his desk to cut the tape with his pocketknife.
"Must be Tara's surprise, probably a bomb", Ron said dryly under his breath as he pulled open the box's flaps.
To his surprise a sleek black version of Kim's Kimmunicator sat atop some folded clothes. As he pulled the device out, the screen flashed on, and Wades image filled it.
"Wade...I do have a phone you know." Ron joked, masking the touch of concern in voice.
"Ron...I know you've got big plans tonight, but Kim needs your help."
"What happened?"
"The whole thing I sent them to was a trap. That's why the satellite picked them up so easily. They are planning something big, but they wanted to lure Kim in and get her out of the way first." Wade explained.
"That's clever, not like Drakken at all", Ron mused as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "What makes you think I'll be any help, I haven't done this in awhile, and I wasn't exactly good at it before. Besides, aren't you afraid I'll go in and kill someone?"
"Ron, you know I don't think that. If it was my call, I would have had you back out there the moment you walked out of jail." Wade said crossing his arms. "Just because Kim doesn't want you out there right now doesn't mean she isn't your friend. Go save her, prove you're not a killer, whatever, but don't be petty about this.
Ron closed his eyes and sighed. Whatever anger and sadness he had towards Kim not taking him back as her sidekick would have to be put aside. No matter what, he loved her more then anything.
"I'm not going to prove myself to her. I shouldn't have to. But I will go save her."
Wade nodded. "I knew you would. Now if you'll empty the rest of the box, I'll run you through what I put in for you."
Ron nodded and dumped the contents of the box unto his bed. He set the communicator on the bed, and began to change into his new gear.
"New mission clothes for you. Standard pants, and utility belt chock full of useful stuff, smoke pellets, flash grenades, grapple, all the fun stuff. The shirt is a new design though, its made from unstable molecules, its soft to the touch, but is strong enough to stop a bullet."
"Way badical", Ron said, examining the tight fitting black shirt. The sleeves came down just above his biceps, and the shirt had a slight shimmer to it.
"Last but not least, in that jewelry box, you will find an ear piece and two contact lenses. The earpiece works as a two way, a telephone, and if your ever on a stakeout, a radio. The contact lenses will let me see whatever you do." Wade finished, taking a sip of his ever-present soda.
"What about a ride, how big of a favor did you have to call in for me?" Ron asked as he popped the earpiece and contacts in.
At this question, Wade finally smiled. "It's in the driveway, I think you'll like it."
Ron walked over to the window and let loose a soft whistle. At the end of his driveway sat a brand new sleek black motorcycle.
"Custom built, she's got some extra gadgets we will go over later." Wade added.
"Awesome" Ron said pulling on his gloves. "Can you make a phone call for me on this device, I think you know who."
"Sure."
Ron heard a ringing in his ear followed by a soft feminine "Hello?"
"Tara, it's Ron. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel tonight..."
To be continued...
A/N- And there you have it. One chapter left after this, possibly two. But fear not. A sequel is in the works. And in the works I mean I got an idea for one the other day. Once again thanks to Classic Cowboy for the pre- read, and Ron Stoppable for the moral support. And to everyone else who has reviewed. And those who haven't reviewed...you have brought a great shame to yourself and your family.
-Kaznia is property of DC Comics...as is Blüdhaven, which was mentioned in an earlier chapter. Unstable molecules I believe are the property of Marvel Comics, though I'm not sure...better safe then sorry though. Everything else belongs to Disney.-