Ok… My last few chapters were not that great (don't lie to be sweet lol) I need to work harder! Bangs head on keyboard Plot, oh please muse come to me I am begging you! Wait, I'm getting something. I know that some of the stuff in the last chapter was a little less descriptive b/c I am no karate expert so I don't know what some of the moves are called. Maybe this will be a better day. I'm feeling that it will. Ooohh the plots are coming.

Thank you to all who reviewed and please tell me what you think of this chapter. Y'all are keeping me going with this story, but hopefully I'm not drawing it out to long. For those of you who want more Ron/Kim kinda stuff, it's gonna be in there, don't rush me. Anyways, pops knuckles here I go…

I let out a sigh of relief when the doctor finished placing the pink plaster on my cast. The bracing contraption reached up to the knee of my left leg, my toes sticking out of the bottom. It turned out that the little balls of nuclear energy had not only broken the skin but cracked my bone as well. The wound on my back was the one that stung the most though; it burned when they started cleaning it out. They placed a large dressings and tape on it, keeping out the infection.

I rested my chin in my hand as the doctor starts to explain the things that I need to go through the next few weeks. I only half-listened, my mind in many other places besides that examination room: Drakken's lair, the mention of the spy, Ron… It seemed I was obsessing over these three matters. Obviously the doctor caught my spacing out and cleared his throat twice. I shook my head and snapped to attention, determined not to let my eyes glaze over. I only caught certain phrases like, change the bandages, prescriptions, no weight on the leg for two to three weeks, four at the most. Wait, did he say no walking on the leg for two to three weeks! Oh no. That meant no investigating or going after Drakken for a long time. No, I needed to do that, what was he going to do while I could not get after him? I glanced at the doctor.

"No weight for two to three weeks?" I repeated, "W-what does that mean?"

The doctor walked over to the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, opening it with a key. He bent over and rummaged through it for a few moments, then straightened, coming back over to me with two things in his arms, grinning half-heartedly.

"Crutches," he said simply, handing them to me.

I groaned, snatching them away. He handed me a few papers then walked out, telling me I was ready to go. I stand on my good foot, putting the crutches under my arms. As I reached out to go forward, I wobble to the side as I almost lost my balance. I smiled wryly. Kim Possible: The Girl Who Can Do Anything except Crutches. Ron was right; I really needed to change my catch phrase online.

I began to wobble outside towards the waiting area, knowing that either Ron or someone else was in there. My eyes came to rest on my father. He was bent over in one of the metal chairs, elbow resting upon his knees and palms against his forehead, hair tousled. Sympathetically I realized that his three children were probably stressing him out to the max. I "walked" over in the best way I could. Dad looked up at me, relief etched in his features. A wane smile was given as he walked over and embraced me.

"Thank God you're all right," he exclaimed.

I pulled away and looked around the waiting room, spotting Ron in a chair across form Dad's. He was feeding Rufus a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, and occasionally popped one in his own mouth. I waved quickly while I still had the ability to balance and hobbled over to the chair next to him. I collapsed into the chair beside him, giving him one of my "I'm okay" smiles. He reached for my hand and grasped it. I pulled it away, making a face. Cheese crumbs had spread from his hand to mine; I brushed my hands together and got off the cheese crumbs and Ron did the same, giving me a sheepish grin. We both held hands as we waited on any shred of news about the twins. Tim was the one that especially worried me, for the nurse had said he was in a coma.

For a couple hours we waited in silence, the once in a while one-word conversation exchanged. I did not really feel like talking, for worry guilt and fatigue had started to cloud me. I glanced outside the windows of the waiting room. Dusk had begun to settle the remnants of the sunset barely hanging onto the horizon. Dad got up and walked over to us, keys in hand. He dangled them in front of Ron. I glanced at my father quizzically; wondering what he was up to.

"You have your license, right Ronald?" he questioned

"Yes sir, Dr. P," Ron responded. Right before the prom, Ron had gotten his driver's license, but did not own a car so he still had to drive that little scooter.

"Can I trust you to drive my daughter home safely?" Dad asked in a serious tone.

I was mildly surprised. Dad was strict on my "boy-associations", but at least he was a little more trusting of Ron, though he was still as protective as any normal father would be. I was glad Dad was letting me go home, for I was exhausted and I had a feeling my emotions were going to make me explode at any moment.

"Yes sir, Dr. P," he repeated, standing up and grabbing the keys from Dad.

Dad looked at me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'll call and tell you about anything that'll happen tonight Kimmie."

I nodded and waved good-bye, not trusting myself to speak. My feelings were very taunt and threatening to break at any moment. I rushed as fast as I could out of the hospital, not wanting to have an emotional breakdown in the waiting room. Ron was right behind me as we headed for the car, pressing the little button to unlock it. Oh no, here come the stupid tears. I was worried to death about Tim and Jim, especially Tim. Why did they have to get injured for me? It was my fault they were this way, because they did not choose to be captured by Drakken. The guilt also carried over from last night. What did I not see about Ron feeling for me? Why was I so oblivious and so desperate for a boyfriend? I pounced on the first opportunity that appeared, and he turned out to be fake, both mentally and physically. I went around to the passenger side and opened the door, throwing my crutches in the back seat. I threw myself into the leather seat, folding my arms across my chest and staring out the window, not wanting Ron to see my face when I was like this. As he sat beside me I saw him glance at my reflection in the window. It was so dark outside that you could not see that far outside, so the light made my face show up on the window like a mirror. I felt hand on my shoulder.

"KP?" was all he said. In the window I could see him looking at me, concern shown in his eyes.

I could not hold it in any more. My shoulders began to shake as tears welled up in my eyes. I put my hands over my eyes and leaned over against Ron, face pressed to his chest as I cried. This was the first time I had truly sobbed in a few years. I never got sad, and normally if I did feel like crying I could stop myself before the tears started flowing. But not tonight. This was too much for just one person to feel. Shame, guilt, sadness, fatigue, anger, relief, fear, confusion, and even love all combined together in a concoction that did not mix well. Ron put his arms around me, stroking my hair. He rested his head upon mine as the feelings and exhaustion made me tremble, quietly murmuring comforting words. He was careful to avoid my back wounds as he embraced me. I had never let out this much emotion at once. I felt Ron's lips brush my forehead, voice a comfort. Slowly my feelings began to ebb away. I felt like nothing could bother me again in his arms, nothing could ever internally or externally hurt me. I gripped his shirt tightly, as though I would die if I let go. Finally we broke apart, my eyes red and puffy but becoming drier.

"You okay, Kim?" he asked, concern in his expression.

I nodded. "I'm sorry, I got your shirt all wet," I apologized shakily.

Ron gave one of his lopsided and goofy grins. "No prob' KP," he said, cranking the car and pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

He would periodically glance over at me, but I said nothing in return, My gaze remained fixed, straight in front and out of the windshield. I could see Ron was trying to attempt conversation, but I was dull and as unresponsive as a rock. The overload of emotion had lessened, but now I felt numb; as if I were a bystander in this situation.

I was so spaced-out that when Ron reached over and tapped me on the shoulder, I jumped sky-high. My unemotional gaze slid over to him, to that permanent smile upon that care-free visage. I wished that I could overcome depression as well as he could, but I could see that he was trying to do that.

"I'm hungry," he suddenly stated in a happy tone that was a lot brighter than usual. "I'll bet you are too… You still wanna keep that restaurant 'date'?" Ron did the quotation gesture with two fingers when he said the word "date".

At first I wanted to decline, but I felt my stomach growl, and I knew that Ron was only trying to cheer me up. I smiled and nodded. I knew that we could not go to the Nautilus right now, for it was a fancy place to eat. "Bueno Nacho?" I offered with the first hint of a smile I had expressed in hours.

"Boo-ya!" said Ron in response

We sat in our usual booth by the window, me with a quessadilla and Ron with two Chimereto Nacos: Grande Sized. We ate in silence, which was how our relationship seemed to be going this first day. Not that I cared. We knew each other so well that before one said anything, the other could finish their sentence. I glanced over as the entrance door tinged with the arrival of another customer. It was Monique. Ron waved and she did the same in return, walking over to us.

"Hey y'all," she greeted, a broad smile on her face, it fell when her eyes met mine. "What's up?"

"Bad mission," said Ron. I said a silent thanks to him. A short nod was given in my direction. Monique glanced down and gasped.

"What happened to your leg?" she exclaimed.

(I know, y'all are wondering about hanging. My stupid comp didn't download the whole document, so here's the rest that wasn't posted yesterday, which was a lot left off)

"Drakken's drones," I said simply. Ron looked kind of surprised, for it was the first sentence I had spoken since we had been in the car. Monique nodded her understanding and sat beside us, drumming her fingers across the table. Wow, everyone was quiet today, even her, which was an unusual thing. I had that feeling of being uncomfortable, that something was not right. Always suspicious was not my usual persona, but now it was becoming frequent, the intuition not leaving me alone. This caused me not to be hungry, so I only attempted at half of my quessidilla.

My suspicions proved founded. I heard the impending drone of something coming, something from the air. I glanced out the window just in time to see something levitating towards us, a glowing object. I yelled as it rushed toward the window, the low drone becoming a roar. I jumped aside in the best way I could, trying to drag Ron and Monique along with me. The unidentified object crashed through the glass in a loud bang. Shards flew all over us, and I covered myself and crouched in a fetal position, my cast leg awkwardly sticking out. I heard a hearty, and yet young maniac laugh. I peeked up and saw a ninja clad in black, floating upon a glider. His position oddly reminded me of the Green Goblin from Spiderman. He hopped off the scooter and proceeded to walk towards us. I could only see his eyes, those odd and yet frighteningly familiar blue eyes.

"I have been sent to capture Kim Possible and the Buffoon," he announced, still ominously steeping closer.

So, he was sent by Drakken. The ninja's voice sounded oddly familiar as well, but I could not place it. He reached in a pocket and withdrew one of those wheeled spiked things and hurled it at us. Monique and Ron jumped aside as he drew back his hand, but the cast slowed me. Ron reached out and pulled me out of the way. The spot where I had just been exploded. This guy was very high-tech, coming in on a glider and throwing miniature spiked bombs at us. My mind was whirring on how to get out of this situation. I was out of commission as far as fighting went, so I could not go on the offense. Or could I? I reached into my pocket of my mission uniform, which I had worn since this morning. I withdrew out a container of lipgloss. But it was not lipgloss. It was Wade's famous stink formula. Ron saw it and immediately took a deep breath, holding it in. I gestured for Monique to do the same, and I unscrewed the top, holding my breath. The fumes wafted out, intoxicating the air. The ninja stumbled for a moment, then slumped to the ground, unconscious. I was satisfied and wanted to call the police, but I saw him start to stir again.

Ron grabbed my crutches and handed them to me, telling us to run. We hopped in the car and sped away, Monique squished in the back. I was still panting from the attack. Twice in the span of two hours! What was Drakken up to? This was very frustrating, and the identity of the ninja bothered me as well. Who was he that he sounded so familiar?

We pulled into the driveway of my house after running by Monique's When she got out I saw that she was still a bit shaken from the attack. I didn't blame her, because I was too. The familiarity with the villian and the thought of two close calls with Drakken unnerved me a little. Ron shut off the ignition and turned to me, that serious concern still etched in his face. I gave him a shaky smile as we got out of the car and he helped me to the front porch. I could see that he wanted to say something as I unlocked the door with my key.

"What's up?" I asked brightly. Now it seemed that our positions were reversed and he was worried about something, while I was the one cheering him up.

"I'm just kinda worried about all this, KP," he said, his piercing brown pools meeting mine once more. This was so unlike him. In fact, for the past two days he had been more serious than I had ever seen him before. Was it our relationship that was clamming him up, or making things not seem as funny? I hoped not.

His words interrupted my thoughts. "I'll stay here a bit if you don't mind," he offered.

I was about to shake him off with a "no that's alright I'll be fine", but then I saw headlights come up the driveway. It was Mom's car, and Dad was in the passenger's seat with Jim in the back. They both got out, Mom moving to the back to get Jim out. Dad came over to Ron and me.

"Thanks for taking her home Ronald," he thanked.

"No prob' Dr. P."

I saw Mom come up to the door, Jim leaning against her. She looked really stressed, and I could imagine so. She had just performed an operation on her own son, and was probably worried about him while stressed about having to do surgery. I guess no one else could, because she was the only brain surgeon with her kind of degree in the area. The rest of my family walked into the house, minus Tim. Minus Tim… I did not realize that the Tweebs being seriously hurt could touch me so much, I guess it proved that I really did love the twins, no matter how Tweeb-ish they were.

Ron and I went to the front porch, my hands in his. The atmosphere and position somewhat reminded me of last night, though all the events of the day dampened it. Still, no matter what, Ron was the one, and by the way he reacted, he thought the same about me. Despite all the events of the day, we still could not ignore what happened between us last night or the feelings we had for each other today. He gives that little grin again and I felt the butterflies begin to flutter, my breath becoming short.

"Call me and tell me anything that's changed, 'k?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

Unconsciously our positions near each other had gotten closer, his nose almost touching mine. My arms wound around his neck and his around my waist as we pressed together, his kiss good-bye filling me. We pulled apart and he waved, walking down to his scooter at the garage. I remained on the porch as he drove away, staying there until his tail lights disappeared. Well, I guess I needed to walk in and talk to the family, but I was interrupted as Mom bumped into me.

"Oh, sorry Kimmie, got to go back to the hospital," she said hurridly. With each word she jogged to the car, starting it quickly and pulling out.

No, tonight was not the best time to bring up what had happened, because everyone was so stressed. I went inside, shutting the door behind me. With tremendous effort I started up the stairs, trying to navigate them in crutches. Once again, these dreaded mechanisms had seemed to beat me, The Girl Who Can Do Anything. Finally, the door of my room came. The attic room. Why didn't I plan for this kind of situation? With my left leg behind me I started up the ladder-stairs, grunting with effort and dragging my crutches behind me. Didn't Dad hear me? Well, I guess I have to do something myself, he didn't need anything else to fret about. At last, I threw open the door and hopped into my room. I collapsed on the bed, letting out a great sigh and wincing as my bandaged back hit the bed. Today had seemed so far away from last night. To think I had no idea that this would happen, it still blew my mind away. Who was the mysterious ninja, and what was with Drakken? Would my parents blame me for what happened to the twins? When will I be allowed off of these stupid crutches? I pressed my hands over my eyes, trying to drain out all that was happening. With some disgust I realized that I still had on my clothes from this morning. Right now, I did not care. I was exhausted and did not feel like putting my cast in a trash bag at the moment. My eyelids started to become heavy. I hugged the teddy-bear upon my bed, surrendering myself to the realms of dreams.

Authors note: Well, this is turning kinda darkish suspenseful. I may add onto this chapter in the near future, but not until Sunday since I will be camping and at the beach this weekend. (OH YEAH FIRST TIME SINCE HURRICANE IVAN WOO-HOO! (jumps up and down in excitement) clears throat Ok, but yeah… Sorry about the last time I updated, for some reason the computer did not get the whole thing. Ok, and y'all know the drill: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!