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Chapter 5: Green Eyed Monster
"Where do ye think yer goin', Lassie?" Duff Killagan laughed as he fired off another rapid launch of exploding golf balls at the still healing Kim Possible.
Despite her few-days-old injuries, she still managed to dodge the attacks. "Hope that wasn't all you got," She said weakly as she went to one knee, favoring her still sore ribs, but staying between Killagan and the crowded downtown Main Street of Middleton.
"Aye, don' worry, Ms. Possible, ah got plenty more were da come from!" Killagan smirked before sending another barrage of exploding balls at Kim and the innocent people watching from behind her.
The balls stopped stock-still exactly halfway between Killagan and the teen hero and witnesses. Kim tilted her head to the side as Bonnie Rockwaller, who was in the crowd, eased forward, squinting her eyes. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers when she noticed the glimmer of the light hitting strands. "It's a web …"
A moment later, the red and blue hero swung down, kicking Killagan into a nearby store window. "GET' EM SPIDEY! GET' EM SPIDEY!" Bonnie cheered, beaming at the costumed hero.
Kim scowled as Spider-Man waved flirtily at the crowd before sending a webline from his wrist, jerking Killagan out of the window, "Sorry, Scotty, no window shopping for you today."
"Oy, must we have de 'eros?" Killagan moaned as Spider-Man held him off the ground.
"Still got one, Duffster," Spider-Man whispered as he wrapped him in a web cocoon from the shoulders down and hung him upside down from the lamp pole, "Kim's the hero. I'm just tryin' to make up."
"Who asked you to get in the way?" Kim hissed, glaring daggers at the Wall-crawler. "I had everything under control before you showed up!"
"Oh, really?" Spider-Man asked, turning toward her with crossed arms, "If nearly getting blasted by exploding golf balls was part of the plan, I'm sorry for being such a bother."
"Don't go flashing that cocky attitude around me, web-ass," Kim glared, "I don't take kindly to vigilantes in my town."
Spider-Man back-stepped, chuckling lightly, "Vigilante? You're one to talk."
"If you're such a 'hero'," Kim narrowed her eyes, "What's with the mask?"
"Can't have a bunch of lovely ladies following me around," Spider-Man shrugged, firing a webline, "So, for crowd control, I hide my dead-sexy features. See ya later, Kimmie!"
Kim huffed and shoved through the crowd who was too busy waving goodbye to the masked hero to notice the angry teen.
Kim walked home to get ready for school. She walked into the kitchen stretching to find her father and mother up preparing for the day.
"Early morning mission, Kimmie?" Mr. Possible asked, glancing up from the Upperton newspaper 'The Daily Bugle'.
"Yeah, Duff Killagan was trying to blow up an arcade with a digital golf course," Kim sat down roughly across from her father. "He kept going on about how it was blasphemy."
"Mornin', Clan Possible," Ron said cheerfully with a faux French accent as he bounced into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast from Mrs. Possible's tray.
"Good morning, Ron," Mrs. Possible smiled at the boy.
"You seem to be in high spirits," Mr. Possible questioned, sitting the paper down. "What's the occasion?"
"He's got a date with the class floozy tonight," Kim rolled her eyes, grabbing her father's paper.
"Bonnie Rockwaller?" Mrs. Possible blinked in confusion.
"No, Bonnie might as well be my new sidekick compared to Felicia Hardy," Kim shook her head, closing the paper after reading the headline.
"Looks like you've got competition," Mr. Possible said, noticing her glaring at the headline 'Kim Possible Rescued By Freak Of Nature'.
"Eeh," Kim shrugged, "Well, we better get a move on if we're going to make it to first period. Ready to go, Ron?"
"Right behind ya, KP!" Ron cheered as they walked out of the house.
Mr. Possible smiled after his daughter and his unofficial son before going back to the paper.
The ringing phone disrupted the buoyant mood a moment later. "Hello," Mrs. Possible said as she brought it to her ear. "Yes, yes, he's right here … hold on one moment," She said, "James, it's work." She said, handing the phone to her husband.
"Dr. Possible here," he said, answering the line. "WHAT? But we still have three weeks!" James closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Hang on, I'm on my way." He said as he hit end on the cordless receiver before slamming it down on the table, "GODDAMN IT!"
"What's wrong, dear?" Mrs. Possible asked worriedly.
"NOTHING!" Mr. Possible snapped, standing up from the table so quickly that he knocked his chair backwards. "Don't wait up tonight," he growled and stormed out the door.
(X)
Kim narrowed her eyes as Ron ran on ahead to meet the silver-haired beauty waiting for him at the school.
"Ready for tonight, handsome?" Felicia asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Absotively posilutely, babe," Ron winked, but was taken aback when Felicia moved in and pressed her lips to his.
She pulled back with a pleased smirk, "I've been wanting to do that for a while now."
Kim cleared her throat, letting her presence be known. "Are you two going to make out or go to class?"
"Tough choice, Kim." Felicia said as she made a pensive face while Ron suppressed a laugh and Kim fumed even more. "I guess we'd better go," Felicia said, grabbing Ron's hand, "We'll have time for that and more later."
Kim scowled as the couple walked down the hall, but followed along behind, glaring daggers at the back of the silver-haired teen's head.
(X)
"We're going to do a human test this evening," Mr. Possible stated.
"But, James, it's not safe! And we don't have clearance; it would take a completely willing volunteer!" his assistant half shouted at his boss.
"We have a completely willing volunteer: me." James stated as he began prepping a gas chamber. "I'm going to do it."
"James, no!"
"Yes," Mr. Possible stated, pulling out a vial of Goblin Formula from the refrigerator, "Dr. Director gave us twenty four hours because those bastards at Qwest Aerospace pitched a fit. If we lose this … I've put EVERYTHING into this; I've invested Kim's, Tim's, and Jim's college funds, the house, the car, every bit of insurance. If this falls through, I lose everything. Even with Andrea's pay as a brain surgeon and me here, it will take us at least fifty years to dig out of the debt I've put us in if we want to keep the house, let alone get the kids through college. I HAVE to do this."
Mr. Possible's assistant only sighed as the scientist continued to prep the gas chamber.
(X)
The day was nightmarishly slow for Kim, especially having to watch Ron and Felicia flirt. That afternoon, after the final bell rang, Kim slinked along the corridor, trying to keep Ron and Felicia in her sights without them seeing her.
"Hey, Kim! What's up?" Monique chirped from behind the redhead, making her jump a good four feet in the air.
"Monique! Goddang it, don't sneak up on me like that!" Kim hissed, trying to keep her voice down.
"Geez, chill out, girl, what's your damage?" Monique asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Her," Kim growled, turning back to where Felicia was now leaning against Ron's side, with her arms wrapped around his arm. "That's my damage."
"Hmm, I always thought you had a thing for Ron," Monique mused, bringing her finger to her chin. "'Bout time you got over that best friends bull."
"I do NOT have a THING for … for RON!" Kim growled in exasperation, trying to keep from screaming at her friend. "I have a thing for Josh, I'm dating Josh, I've freaking MADE OUT with Josh! Ron is the last thing on my mind right now!"
"Is that so?" Monique asked, trying to fight back her grin. "Then, why, oh, why, are you stalking that cute couple there and not kissing Monkey Boy's butt?"
"Oh, don't you start on that, too," Kim rolled her eyes, "I just don't want to see Ron hurt, and that tramp is trouble with a capitol T and that rhymes with B and that stands for Bitch. What? I saw "The Music Man" last night, so sue me. At any rate, I'm not going to sit back and let his heart get crumpled by some little slut trying to use him to get to me!"
"Self centered much? How do you know she's using him to get to you?" Monique asked, nodding at her in thought, "Ron is quite a catch these days; how do you know she doesn't just like him?"
Kim's jaw dropped and flapped, making a fine impression of a goldfish, before she was finally able to speak. "I … I just know, ok!" Kim stated before stepping toward Monique angrily, "And what did you mean by 'he's quite a catch these days'?"
"Nothing, nothing," Monique waved her off and glanced up, "Uh oh, looks like you lost them."
"WHAT?" Kim screeched as she spun around to see that Monique was right, Ron and Felicia were gone. "Damn it, Monique, just for that, you're going to help me find and keep an eye on them!"
"What!" Monique gasped and squeaked when Kim grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hallway.
"Hey, Kim," Josh waved at her, but she merely shoved him out of the way.
"Not now, Josh!"
"But what about our date tonight?" Josh called after her, but she either didn't hear or didn't care.
Kim and Monique quickly found Ron and Felicia at Bueno Nacho. "They're in our booth …" Kim hissed under her breath in the far corner booth hiding behind a newspaper so Ron wouldn't notice her.
"Well, it is a nice booth, good view and all," Monique whispered back.
"But it's … our booth," Kim replied, staring daggers at Felicia, "We had an unspoken promise. No dates at our booth."
"That's the thing about unspoken stuff, ya know …" Monique stated, earning a glare from the redhead.
"Shut up, I want to hear what they're saying," Kim whispered, narrowing her eyes to the nearby booth.
"So, you're on the basketball team, huh?" Ron asked, making shy conversation.
"Yeah, was official yesterday," Felicia beamed proudly before taking a seductive look, "You gonna come watch me play? I'm sure you'd like to see me dribble."
Ron choked on his naco from the comment, luckily missing Monique having to restrain Kim from getting up.
"You want to stay or do you want to blow your cover?" Monique asked the angry redhead. "Listen, it's all over the school you and him are on thin ice with each other; if you run over and beat the chick senseless, it's liable to destroy everything you and Ron have, friendship or otherwise, do you want that?" Monique whispered and waited for Kim to respond with a slow shake of her head. "Then, sit tight and wait for her to make a mistake. Right now, the ball's in her court."
Kim sighed, knowing her friend was right and sat back, ready for the worse. Or so she thought.
"I hope I haven't caused too much trouble with you and Kim," Felicia said innocently.
"Don't mind her; she's just … well, used to things going her way," Ron smiled at the blue-eyed vixen, "She'll get over it."
'I'll get over it? I'LL GET OVER IT?' Kim thought, gripping the table 'til the wood began to crack, 'I'll kill him is what I'll do!'
"Just curious, what's the history between you and Kim?" Felicia asked, "You both are modern stuff of legends, so have you two always been just friends?"
"Yup, from the word go," Ron stated, flashing one of his proud smiles. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
"So, you two …" Felicia started carefully, in mock-shyness, "You two have never slept together?"
"Oh, well, we've slept together lots of times," Ron nodded, "Like on late missions and a lot of times on the far off missions on the way home."
"Oh, kinky …" Felicia grinned mischievously, causing Ron to finally get what she asked.
"OH! No, no, we've never done … THAT!" Ron stated, waving his arms before him rapidly. "The closest would be a kiss she gave me on the cheek a few Christmases ago. And that was just because we were under the mistletoe!"
"He remembered …" Kim beamed dreamily, making Monique roll her eyes.
"Oh, for the love of God …" Monique laid her face in her hands.
"So, you've never … ya know?" Felicia asked, leaning toward the teen and giving him a full view down her blouse.
"Nope, not ever, never," Ron shook his head nervously, "I'm still just a peach … apple … orange … grape … err, cherry, yeah, cherry!"
"That's good …" Felicia purred, smiling at her date.
"Kim, whatever you do, don't look under the table …" Monique warned, which made Kim look down. She wished instantly she didn't. "Damn it, I told you NOT to look," Monique hissed.
Felicia's left food had slid out of her shoe and was now rubbing up and down Ron's leg. "She's trying to seduce him!" Kim gasped in a jealous rage.
"Would you like to come back to my place and … get a bit of experience in that area?" Felicia asked so softly that Monique and Kim had to strain to hear.
"Umm … huh?" Ron asked. Between Felicia's foot and his spider-sense going off, he was having trouble getting his mind around the question.
"I'm asking you, cutie," Felicia asked, licking her lips, "If you'd like to go back to my place and spend the rest of our date having sex?"
'Say no, say no, say no,' Kim prayed, watching Ron hopefully.
"You're … you're not pulling my leg, are you?" Ron asked, nervously.
"No, I'm rubbing it. Seriously, Ron, there are some idiots in this world that would be too stupid not to see you for the great guy that you are," Felicia said honestly, "I'm not one of them and I'd like to take you home right now and show you how great I think you are."
'She knows I'm here; she knows I'm listening,' Kim realized when she saw Felicia cut her eyes her way. 'Ron, say no, now!'
Ron stared at the girl, obviously in thought. "After you." He finally said, standing up from the table.
"You won't regret it, Ron," Felicia beamed, grabbing his arm, "I'll make sure of that."
"That little bitch!" Monique growled, watching them leave, "you were right; she's definitely up to something!" Monique said, standing up, "Lets go, Kim! Kim … Kim?" Monique asked, glancing back at the girl who was still seated with a dazed and lost expression on her face.
"C'mon, honey," Monique said, helping the still dazed Kim to her feet, "We're gonna go see if we can save him from screwing up." she said as she led her best friend out of the restaurant.
Kim, finally regaining some sense, crouched next to Monique in the rooftop overlooking Felicia Hardy's apartment. Both girls were in mission clothing and were gazing through a pair of binoculars. "They entered the building just a few minutes ago; how long do you think they're going to be in that damn elevator … let's think about something else, ok?" Monique said, quickly trying to change the subject when the thought of WHY they were taking so long to get to the room hit her mind.
"There they …" Kim started, but fell silent as she watched Felicia peel Ron's shirt off.
"Whoa, he's filled out nicely …" Monique stated, barely missing Kim's slap.
Felicia smiled and said something to Ron before walking toward the window, to obviously close the blinds. But the silver-haired girl glanced up to see Kim watching her and gave the redhead an evil grin before pulling the blinds wide open, giving the girls a clear view of Felicia's bed.
Kim gulped loudly as Felicia pushed Ron onto the bed and began giving him a little dance. "I can't watch this!" Kim cried as the tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.
"Kim!" Monique called as Kim ran toward the stairwell. "Aiyah …" the girl groaned. After a few moments of thought, she picked up her binoculars again and continued watching into the bedroom. "Damn, she's good."
(X)
"It's all ready, Doctor," Dr. Possible's assistant said as he pressed the last vial of green fluid into the machine.
"Excellent," Dr. Possible said as he removed his shirt and laid down on a large, metal table, "We're going to both be rich in the morning, you know?"
The assistant placed metal bands across Dr. Possible's waist, arms and legs, "Ok, Doctor, here we go. I hope you know what you're doing."
The metal table slowly slid into a large, sealed tank. "Ok, Doctor, I'm sending in the gas." He said as he pressed a series of keystrokes on his computer. A moment later, the tank was filled with green gas. "Are you alright, in there, Dr. Possible?" the assistant said as he began pumping out the gas, "Doctor?"
The assistant threw open the door to the tank and found the table empty, the bands completely torn off their hinges. "Doctor Possible? James?"
"James? Doctor Possible? He's asleep right now," a chuckling voice stated from somewhere in the shadows.
"Who's there?" the frightened lab tech asked, easing toward the exit.
"Why are you leaving so soon?" the demonic voice said again. The tech turned quickly to come face to face with Dr. Possible, who was grinning very darkly. "The fun is just starting!" Dr. Possible said in a voice not his own.
Dr. Possible slammed the door and sealed the air lock, "You know what, my very good friend, if you would have just kept your big mouth shut, we would be rolling in the dough right now, but nooo, you have to tell Dr. Director it's not ready. With that, you sucked all that mattered from Dr. James T. Possible, and it seems all you really need right now is air. Please allow me return the favor."
Dr. Possible jumped to the computer controls and began pressing a few buttons.
"Dr. Possible, what are you doing?" the lab assistant screamed, pounding on the door. A loud hissing sound filled the chamber and he felt the pressure increase in the room.
"Dr. Poss- Possible … please …" The assistant gasped, slowly sliding down the door, struggling to breathe.
Dr. Possible pranced over to him and looked down at him through the glass door. "Sucks, huh?"
Ron's eyes snapped open and he sat up in the bed. His spider-sense was going off worse than he had ever experienced. Something was horribly wrong. He glanced over at the sleeping girl beside him and blinked in confusion before realizing he was still in Felicia's apartment. He rubbed his head trying to force away the hit of awareness.
"Probably just a glitch or nightmare or somethin…" Ron whispered before lying back down and spooning against his girlfriend, completely unaware of the mad laughter of his 'second father' or the near violent sobs of his best friend curled in her own bed.
To Be Continued…
