Thank you so much for the reviews my new friends. I didn't know that I'd get such positive ones for my first effort right from the get-go. Actually this is the very first time I've written a fanfic. I'm more of an original story writer. It's just that I like to potential dynamic between Kim and Ron so much that I'm jumping the gun. Please bear with me on this. He he. Hope you like what comes next.

As always, Kim Possible and all related indica are the property of Disney.

Ron scratched at the spot the miniature syringe entered his anatomy absentmindedly. That the part where the syringe entered was his posterior really didn't lend him much dignity, especially since Ron was doing most of his scratching while seated across Kim Possible in the school cafeteria.

"Now that was one weird villain," Kim mused as she sat back and thought about their most recent encounter with an opponent. The call that Wade made was for help from a semi-remote hospital about a doctor that had been sued for malpractice and had apparently gone insane. He'd donned a garish costume with gas-propelled needles protruding from the tips of his fingers and, with the usual maniacal laugh, announced that he was "The Needler" and that he was out for revenge.

"I'll say," Ron replied, still scratching his butt. "Those needles he fired at me were sharp! I just hated the way he laughed maniacally when he got me at my hiney. Gotta hand it to the guy, he really lived up to his monicker. He needled me as I got needled."

"I was thinking more about how weird it was that he said after we caught him that he was just hired to do it. He seemed intelligent enough when we got to talk to him as the police were taking him away." Kim ventured thoughtfully, patting Rufus as he wandered around the cafeteria table, munching away at both their meals.

"Yeah, well you should know by now that intelligence and madness are two sides of the same coin." Ron answered. He looked across at Kim and noticed for what seemed to be the hundredth time today how luscious her lips were. He had dodged needles at the hospital and was suffering from what seemed to be an allergy from the hit he got and all he could think of when the sharp projectiles were speeding towards him was how much he wanted to reach over to Kim at that moment, cup her face in his palm and kiss her...

"Is that wound still bothering you?" Kim asked, concerned.

Ron realized that he was committing an impropriety in front of the girl he really, really liked and froze. Quickly withdrawing his hand into his pocket and turning beet red, he laughed weakly and said "Uh, heh, it's fine KP. I don't think there's anything wrong. Even the doctors at the hospital said they didn't see anything wrong with me during the examination after our encounter."

"Still though," Kim politely turned away to save Ron some embarrassment, but also to hide her face because she knew that if he stared at him a moment longer, she'd betray her emotions towards him. As it was, she wanted to hug him and take care of him, even if it was just an allergy. When she saw the Needler score a hit on Ron, she went ballistic and surprised even herself with the ferocity of the attack she launched against the villain. "Everybody else who got hit with his needles showed signs of nausea and weakness almost from injection. It's funny how you don't seem to exhibit any of the same symptoms."

"Maybe I got hit with a dud," Ron volunteered, still mortified. He reached out towards his can of fruit juice and tried to pick it up to take a sip, hopefully hiding his embarrassment. Instead the can exploded.

Utter surprise filled their section of the cafeteria as gasps filled the air. Kim quickly turned back to a drenched Ron and saw that he was staring down at his hand, the one holding the can of fruit juice. Or what was left of it.

Kim's eyes widened just like Ron's as realization slowly dawned on her. Ron had squeezed the can so hard that the intense pressure had caused the contents to explode, squirting juice all over Ron's shirt and leaving the aluminum horribly bent out of shape.

She looked up at Ron and their eyes met. A wordless question passed between them and Ron shook his head, answering feebly "I don't know what just happened. Guess I don't know my own strength."

Rufus dropped the piece of taco he had been nibbling on and, not minding that he was soaked with fruit juice, stared with awe up at Ron.