Ron Stoppable was one of the happiest guys in Middleton High. He was strolling down D-hall towards his next class after stopping off at his girlfriend's locker. Now most people would think of this as a normal good day, but for them, they've never seen his girlfriend. His girlfriend, teen superhero Kim Possible, was the absolute definition of drop-dead gorgeous. Long red hair cascaded down her back and sometimes covered her emerald green eyes to give her the look of a mystery woman from one of those 1950's Private Eye movies. And she picked Ron over every other guy at school.
Now, the only reason I won't describe in detail all of what Ron thinks about his partner and girlfriend is that he'd never shut up long enough for me to tell you my story. It starts like a few stories do: with a guy who just happens to be dating his best friend. Oh, Kim and Ron have known each other since Kindergarten. And of course, that's as soon as Ron started to have a crush on Kim. I mean, what guy wouldn't immediately do a jaw-drop and bug-eye at the most beautiful thing you've seen jumping in and saving you from three school bullies? Ah, forgive me; I tend to get a bit lost in talking about Kim. Back to Ron.
It was Ron and Kim's senior year and only two months away from the end of school. The two of them had been dating ever since that crazy and wonderful prom a few months ago. Their biggest worry about dating, that it would ruin their friendship and possibly their effectiveness as Team Possible, was relieved less than a week after the dance when Duff Killigan joined forces with the Senior's and attempted to break into a classified think tank in Russia. Kim and Ron handled them so easily one would have assumed that the trio was just a group of ordinary thugs rather than world-class super-villains.
Ron was so engrossed in his memories of the past few months that he completely missed the sound of the bell signaling that classes were starting. Thus you can understand his confusion when the object of his daydreaming ran up to him and yanked him off his feet into their next classroom.
"Possible, Stoppable." Came a deep staccato voice from the front of the classroom. "You're late. Again. One more time and you'll both have detention."
"Yes, Mr. Barkin," Kim and Ron said meekly. Ron mouthed a quick "thanks" in response to her quizzical look, obviously wondering what he was doing about to walk right past his English class. The pair quickly found the last two open seats, which by now were across the room from each other, and settled in for Mr. Barkin's military-styled attempt at teaching.
The bell for lunch rang and as all the students practically ran out of the classroom, Kim walked up beside Ron and slipped her arm through his.
"What was up with you earlier? You almost walked right by the classroom."
Ron blushed pink. "Sorry, KP. I was just thinking."
"What about?"
"You. Me. About how I got so lucky at prom," Ron continued listing things despite Kim's growing blush. " About after prom…"
"Ron! I still can't believe you told Felix about that."
"What?" Ron mock whined. "It was the best hour of my life. And its not like I meant for the whole cheerleading squad to hear. I was just a little… over excited."
"Ron, you practically announced over the PA that we made out for an hour after you took me home." Kim retorted, glaring at her boyfriend.
"Heh, yeah, I guess I did say it kinda loud…" Ron stammered. "But as I recall, you kinda liked my apology."
Kim blushed yet again as they entered the cafeteria. "Yeah, well, who knew your mouth could be so convincing?"
"Kim! Ron! Over here!"
The pair turned towards the voice to find Monique and Felix waiting at their usual table. Monique was a young African-American girl with impeccable fashion sense and was the kind of friend you could tell anything to and not worry about anyone else finding out. Felix was a year younger than the rest of them. Despite the fact that he was wheelchair bound, he had a great sense of humor, and every now and then helped out Team Possible on a mission.
"So what's up on the Team Possible front?" Felix asked, friendly smirk permanently attached to his face. "Getting much action lately?"
"Felix, if you make one more double sided remark, I swear I'm gonna smack you."
Kim and Ron both groaned as they caught onto their friends' innuendo.
"For your information," Kim replied hotly, "we've been having more action in the last week than you will in the next year!"
"Aha! She admits it!" Felix crowed. "Now where did I hide that recorder…?"
"But seriously, guys, you haven't been called for anything doomsday recently. What's up?" Monique asked, cutting off whatever snap Kim had for the local wisecrack.
"Nothing, lately. We know that Drakken and Shego broke out of prison last month, but they haven't done anything since. Wade can't even get a fix on a new secret lair. The only person doing much of anything right now is Falsetto Jones, and he's just a really good thief."
You don't suppose the deadly duo have had enough?" Felix broke in suspiciously.
"Shego, give up?" Ron choked. "Did I hear you right? The she-devil with the acid hands quit? Yeah, not in this lifetime."
"Yeah," Kim agreed slowly. "But then, what's up?"
"GOOOOOOOOOO, MAD DOGS!"
Ron sprang forward into his Mad Dog antics to finish out the cheerleading routine Kim had come up with last week. He still couldn't believe how much better he'd gotten acrobatically since he took Kim up on her offer to coach him a bit outside of practice.
Kim jumped down from her perch at the top of the front pyramid. "Nice work, ladies. Bonnie, if you keep landing that last jump, I think we've got a good shot at the regionals." Bonnie blanched at Kim's unexpected praise. "Now, I just want to hit a few more …"
BEEP BEEP BEEP-BEEP.
"… On second thought, that's it for the day. Great job everybody." Kim didn't even wait for a response before running over to her bag to fish out her Kimmunicator. "What's up, Wade?"
The face of the third member of Team Possible appeared on the screen just as Ron walked over, pulling off his Mad Dog mask. "Well, I got a hit," the twelve year old super genius said. "But it wasn't one the site. Some guy popped up on my home computer not five minutes ago with something huge."
"Wait, wait, wait," Ron said, eyes going wide. "Someone managed to hack into your home computer?"
"Oh yeah. And this guy makes me look sloppy. I've never seen someone this good. Anyway, he said his name was Brigadier General Braddock and he had a mission of the utmost importance for Kim Possible. He said he couldn't go into too many details until he meets you, but according to the video surveillance, a military research facility in New Mexico was hit by, get this, Drakken's AND Dementor's henchmen."
"So how badly did they beat each other up for the prize?"
"That's the weird thing, Kim. Not only were they working together, led by Shego, I might add, but there was another group of people with them. Way too good to be your standard henchmen. The way they move… they look like military. They didn't even need Shego; it looks like the henchmen were just there grab whatever needed grabbing. Now, the really bad news: about a dozen U.S. soldiers were killed in the attack."
"Drakken and Shego killing people?" Ron asked in astonishment.
"Well, if you think about it, I'm kinda surprised its taken this long. I mean, how can you expect to conquer the world without killing anybody? Anyway, it's left the base in chaos, and someone wants you there yesterday."
"Got it, Wade. Got a ride for us?"
"There should be a new prototype Harrier parked outside the school now."
"A Harrier!"
AN – OK, this isn't exactly my first attempt at writing, but it is my first posted fanfic, so don't crucify me just yet. Criticism is always welcome, as is just something to say you've read it.
This isn't my main WIP, but for the moment it has my attention, so I should have the next chapter up in a week or so. Till next I write,
BlackDragon
