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Kim vs. Kara

They were two hours out of Atlanta when Kara excused herself to use the restroom. Kim took the opportunity of her absence to grill Ron about their new associate.

"Have you noticed anything weird about Kara?" she demanded.

"Uh, by 'weird' do you mean, 'weird that she's a teenaged super secret agent too?'" Ron asked, looking puzzled.

"No," Kim said darkly.

"Then, ah, no, I haven't."

Kim frowned, then tried another tack. "What about her eyes? Do her eyes look strange to you?"

"They look blue to me," Ron answered. "What's this about Kim? Kara seems like a perfectly ordinary person to me."

Kim sighed in frustration. "I don't know," she confessed. "Maybe it's just that I don't like her tagging along with us. I mean, to think that I, uh, we, need backup is kind of insulting, don't you think?"

Ron's expression became thoughtful. "We have all kinds of back-up, K.P. Wade is backup. Global Justice is too, if you really think about it. So no, I don't think it's insulting. I'm sure they wouldn't have suggested it if they didn't think we might need her help."

"I guess so," Kim agreed doubtfully. "Ah, maybe I'm just tired. That and I can't get that dead guy in the truck out of my head." She shuddered at the memory, certain that she'd remember it until the day she died. She looked at Ron, who was sporting a queasy expression. "Sorry about that," she apologized, "I didn't mean to remind you." Ron nodded in acceptance. "I think I'll try to take a nap before we land," Kim announced.

"Ok," Ron said forcing a cheerily tone of voice, "I'll wake you up before hand."


Kim awoke some time later. Somewhat to her amazement she hadn't dreamt at all. She'd been worried about nightmares. 'Those will probably come later,' she thought sourly. They were still airborne, but she could feel the plane descending. 'I wonder how much longer 'til touchdown' she thought. Then she became aware of voices. Ron and Kara were at the opposite end of the small passenger compartment, conversing in low tones to avoid waking her. 'Very considerate of them,' she thought with a sleepy smile. Then her ears pricked up. "YOU invented the naco?" Kara asked incredulously. "I love those!" she exclaimed. Kim rolled her eyes. It somehow made sense that Kara would like nacos, and she could see in her minds eye the huge grin that had to be on Ron's face.

"Yep, yours truly," Ron confirmed, sounding pleased with himself.

"That is so cool," Kara gushed, and Kim gritted her teeth. For all the leveled headed intelligence Kara had shown so far, that she could fawn like a brainless bimbo over some stupid fast food entr…Kim quashed the thought ruthlessly. 'What the heck is wrong with me?' she asked herself. 'Ron is making time with a pretty girl who really seems interested in him. I should be turning cartwheels of happiness for him. So why am I acting like a jealous…Oh! I am so NOT jealous! Or am I?' Her thoughts seemed to go in a dozen directions at once. Firmly, she cleared her mind. She had never seen Ron as date material, and even now, as she thought about it, she couldn't picture the two of them on a date. But why was that? Ron was, she reflected, fun to be with, was handsome in a charmingly goofy sort of way, and steadfast to boot, all good qualities for a man to have. But still, she couldn't see dating him. She tried to picture them on a date, and the image unfolded along familiar lines, them doing something together. So far so good. But when she got to the good night kiss the image in her head crashed and burned. She felt herself make a face as the thought of kissing Ron on the lips flitted across her consciousness. Against her will she pictured them French kissing, and nearly gagged. 'That would be like Frenching Tim or Jim,' she realized. Another wave of disgust rippled through her, and she pondered that. 'I don't really see Ron as a brother, do I?' She reflected on that, and decided that she didn't. 'So why don't I look at Ron the way I look at Josh?' At the thought of Josh a pleasant tingle ran up her spine. Kim's eyes flew open as recognition exploded in her brain. 'The tingle!' she wondered, closing her eyes again. I get that tingle when I look at Josh, and at other cute boys. But why not Ron?' Kim's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out why that was. Did Ron lack some quality that Josh and the others had? May, but if that was the case she couldn't think what that quality might be. It was a puzzle, an annoying puzzle. 'Maybe it's just that I've always been the girl in his life, like he's always been the boy in mine. So seeing him with another woman is tweaking me a bit.' That made a certain amount of sense. 'I wonder if he feels the same way about Josh? Probably, what with that whole Mankey/monkey thing.' She grinned at that. 'I guess I'm just being childish. Well, no more,' she resolved firmly. She sat up and brought her seat back to its full upright position. "Hey you two," she said, rubbing her eyes.

"Have a nice nap Kim?" Ron asked.

"Mmhmm," Kim replied, rubbing her eyes. "How long until we land?"

"About twenty minutes," Kara informed her. "The FBI has a car waiting for us at the airfield."

"Good. Is there anything to eat, besides snacks I mean? I'm kind of hungry."

"There's a meat and cheese tray in the refrigerator," Ron said.

"Is there anything left of it?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning at him. Ron blushed a little.

"Yes, there is," he said, feigning an insulted tone of voice but grinning as well. "That nap did you good I see," he said, 'You're not cranky anymore."

"I feel much better," Kim allowed as she went to the fridge and retrieved the meat and cheese tray and a package of crackers. About half of it was gone.

"Thanks for leaving us some," she teased him, nodding to include Kara.

Ron held up his hands. "Hey, I only had a third of it, Kara ate the rest."

Kim glanced at the blonde girl, who smiled and nodded. "I'm full for now," she supplied, "So don't hold back on my account."

"Don't worry," Kim, suddenly ravenous, assured her, "I won't."