Disclaimer: No, I don't own Kim Possible.
Author's Notes: Tomorrow, February Fourth, I will be taking the day off. It is my birthday. I may be writing this weekend but I am not sure. It depends on what all comes up.
Author's Notes Addendum: WARNING: There is one F Bomb in this chapter. I think it is still PG13 but if I need to up the rating because of it please let me know.
Kim entered the cafeteria and saw Ron already sitting at the table that was 'theirs'. She headed toward him and saw the cake. "Ron, what's that for?"
"Something I made in Home EC. They insisted that I bring it for Bonnie."
Kim looked at the cake. Chocolate and chocolate, which was Ron's favorite; there was an inscription on it that read 'RS and BR 4-EVER' done in white, "Vanilla writing?"
Ron shook his head, "White chocolate."
"You want me to grab you a tray while you wait?"
"Please and thank you," he answered and gave her his, 'I am Kim Possible' smile.
Kim was going to say something to him but started to walk away shaking her head. She knew that he was the only one that would ever think of doing that to her. Just sometimes, she didn't like it. She wasn't like that, was she? She sighed as she picked up two of the plastic trays of today's mystery meal. There was always cake today though.
She saw Bonnie already sitting at the table with Ron as she approached. "Hey, Kim, could you believe the questions on that history quiz today?"
"No," she said as she sat down opposite of Ron and slid his tray to him, "we never went over any of that. You're not eating?"
"Between the choice of granola emergency stash and that, granola wins," she said holding up two packets of granola bars. "Plus, Ron-Ron made me a cake."
"You're lucky, B. He never made me a cake."
"But I did bring you Crepe Suzette last week."
"You can make crepes? Maybe we can have those for brunch instead of quiche?"
"Why not have both? I can do the crepes while the quiche is cooking. I was thinking frittata though. I am flexible."
"Is this a private meal, or can anyone show up?" Kim asked pushing the muck on her tray around. "Tuna Surprise, no tuna, surprise."
"Well it was going to be at my house to let my family get to meet Ron. Though being in Ron's house and seeing all the pictures of you there. That would give someone to help him when my sisters decide to gang up on us. Not to mention my mom… Kim, would you like to come to Sunday brunch?"
"Uh, okay. Providing there isn't a mission."
"Is that okay, Ron?" Both girls looked at him in almost revulsion. The goop that the school was trying to pass off as tuna surprise was absent from his tray.
"What?"
"I think why he cooks so good is that he has killed so many taste buds that the good food ones are all that's left."
"Thanks, KP. I mean it."
"Well, Ron-Ron, it does make sense," Bonnie said sliding even loser to him, putting her arms around him. "I mean look at me. I must have killed off all the bad boyfriend attractors to get you, same principle. Now, about that cake…"
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After having a piece of the cake, Kim picked up the trays and went to take them back. Truthfully, she was glad to do this so she could get away from the two doting lovers. There was a part of her that was happy for Ron, but a part that was jealous. She had been going with Josh for a couple of months now and they were no where near what Bonnie and Ron had. They had never been like that. She was always nervous and excited around him and always tried to make everything just right. She sighed. Ron just was himself. For the first time around a girl he relaxed and let himself just be him, well the first time besides being around Kim.
Kim looked at the two at the table. It was something out of a movie, she thought to herself. She noticed in the periphery of the scene three figures moving toward them. Kim started heading for the tableau when she noticed that one of the three was Brick. "And to think I used to like him."
Before Kim could cross the crowded room, they moved. The two that were with Brick grabbed Ron from behind and pulled him away from the table. Before Bonnie could react, Brick grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her away. Kim heard her scream and heard a crack in the suddenly silent lunch room. What happened next was fully followed by only a few.
Brick, while still grabbing Bonnie by the arm pulled back his right arm with a balled fist. As it reached all the way back, Ron used the fact that he was being held tight to stretch his entire body length and hooked Brick's elbow, turning him around and forcing him to release Bonnie. Brick screamed and started to hit Ron. Kim was half way there and yelled for the two holding Ron to let go. They didn't and that was when Ron's leg lashed out again towards the football player. This time instead of clipping him, it hit him square in the chest knocking him back. As Ron's foot came down it sped up striking the foot of one of his assailants, who released his hold on him to grab his now pained foot. The shock of the outburst of violence from the usually placid teen caused the other restraining him to slightly loosen his hold. Ron took advantage of this to twist around and strike him with an open palm fully on the solar plexus. Ron was rewarded with a hard short gust of air from the mouth of his opponent as he fully let go of his arm to grab his midsection as he collapsed to the floor.
Kim got to the cluster about the same time that Brick recovered. "You could have done anything to me. I wouldn't have cared, but the minute you touched Bonnie it was over, Brick."
"Shut the fuck up, Stoppable and stay away from her!" Brick bellowed as he charged at Ron.
Ron ducked under him and grabbed his left leg and stood up. This caused Brick to face plant onto the floor of the cafeteria. Ron stepped over him still holding the leg that he grabbed. "Let's end this right now Brick. Did you know that the human knee with break from the side with twenty pounds of pressure? Did you know that a ten year old kid can generate that? Not only that, but it hardly ever heals right. We can do this one of two ways. My way that we behave like adults and understand that people can make their own choices and can choose to get along, or we can do it your way that might makes right." Every word of Ron was emphasized to the jock by a pulse of pain to his knee.
"Ron-Ron," a soft voice called to him through the fog. He felt to small soft hands touching him and then the arms wrapping around him. "Wouldn't rather hold me than that leg?" She felt the foot and leg fall away from them and she moved in closer to him. "I'm okay, Ron-Ron. It's okay." She kept on walking as she felt his arms around her now. She guided him back to the bench of the table. "Let's sit down now, Ron-Ron." She could feel him shaking, physically. She sat down next to him and her right hand started to rub and massage his neck as her left rubbed on his chest. Small quiet incomprehensible calming noises came from her mouth.
Ron opened his eyes and saw Mr. Barkin standing above them. "Would someone like to tell me what just went on here?"
"Kim, could you sit with Ron? I'll tell him what happened."
Kim sat on the other side of Ron and Bonnie stood up. "Be back shortly." She kissed him on the cheek and followed Barkin.
"And here you were worried that you wouldn't be able to control yourself."
"If Bon-Bon hadn't stepped in I would have snapped his leg as a beginning, Kim. I would have continued from there. But then she was there… all of it just started to melt away. None of it mattered as long as she was there and okay."
Kim frowned. "I don't know if I could have done what she did. I saw your eyes. I know that look. When Shego has it, I either finish it quick, or get out of there. Truth time?" she saw him nod. "I was ready to try and take you down."
"I understand, KP. If it wasn't for Bon-Bon you would have to do it."
Ron looked down to the floor, and his friend put her hand on his back and forehead on his shoulder.
