Kim Possible: The Sociopath Episode

Disclaimer: The KP Gang is Mark and Bob's. Nev Killbourne is mine.

Chapter 5: Recovery
Kim recovers from the previous fight, while Wade clues them in to a reliable source who might have some information.

Brightness blinded Kim's vision as she woke in her bed, finding Ron on her side holding her hand. He looked relieved to see her awake.

"Oh, KP, you're awake!"

Her head was still throbbing in pain, but it was morning.

"What happened...?" She asked. Before Ron could answer, she knew what it was as she let her head fall back. "They got away..."

Kim looked more disappointed in herself, and Ron didn't like it at all. Hopefully some Ronshine could cheer her up.

He picked up her hand, "We'll get'em, Kim. But right now, you need to get some rest. You took a pretty hard blow to the head." He pointed to the huge bandage on her forehead. She was surprised.

Ron continued. "I took you to the hospital right after the thief got away, but after the bleeding stopped and your condition got better, they called your parents and bought you here overnight. I've been here the whole time."

She smiled, but tried to get up off her bed and fight it. It was easily too much for her, almost causing her to collapse. Ron picked her up in an instant, laying her back on her bed.

"It's okay, I won't leave your side."

It was a good thing there weren't any classes today. State testing for the underclassmen.

Kim's mom called from downstairs. "Is she awake?"

Ron hollered downstairs, "Yep! She's not in top shape, but she's awake."

Rufus came into the room with a wet cloth, giving it to Ron. He placed it on Kim's head.

"Your mom said this would ease the pain a bit." he smiled.

Kim's mom entered the room to see how her daughter was doing, as well as a tray with food on it.

"Hi Mom."

"Hi Kimmie." her mom spoke with a concerned voice. "Ron, will you be able to take care of her?"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Dr. P. You should get to work now, I've got it all handled." he spoke confidently.

She sighed, concerned for Kim, but trusted Ron. "Thank you so much, Ron." She handed him the tray of food before heading back down. "Call me if her condition worsens."

After her mom shut the front door, Kim groaned. "I can't believe it." She wanted so much to move and stretch, but the pain was too much. "But... how?" She almost gave herself a headache thinking about it.

"Chill, KP. Just sit tight, 'aight? Don't think about it. We'll find out soon enough, but right now you're more important." he sighed.

Ron didn't like to restrict Kim, but he found himself with little choice. He kneeled next to her side and held her close. "I'm just glad you're okay." He soon found her arms wrapped around him too.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to worry you. It's just that we do this stuff all the time, and..."

They finished in unison. "Everything's different now."

Neither of them were in the mood for jinxing games, but their relationship had indeed come with a price.

Both were still in silence, until a beep call they were all too familiar with, the Kimmunicator. Ron went towards Kim's dresser and picked it up.

"Go Wade."

"Still nothing. No idea who the thief was, no idea why they stole the Crimson Shenitz jewel, how they knew all those moves, how they were able to escape so easily, or any information on them, other than a skull for a mask, but that's not exactly something new."

Ron collapsed on the bed, placing himself next to Kim. "So, we've got nothing."

Wade typed a few things. "Hmm. Interesting."

Ron put his head up. "What?"

Wade continued. "I might not have any details, but one of the people I'm talking to say they might. I have a contact in Lowerton who may be able to help you both out."

Kim raised her head, enough to get a glimpse of the screen. "Wade? Since when did you have contacts in Lowerton, in person?"

Wade continued, almost annoyed at Kim's tone. "You make it sound like you're the only people I communicate with. I don't exactly work all alone, Kim. The technology I've aided you with; I've had some help in getting the parts and in return, I've helped some others with similar things. This contact in particular thinks he knows who robbed the bank and attacked you last night, personally. But he won't tell me any more than that. I'm guessing that's an invitation to his place."

Wade typed up the address on the screen, a piece of paper coming out from the top of the Kimmunicator.

"Go there later this afternoon, and tell Kim to take it easy. Oh, and Kim?"

She looked at the screen, embarrassed.

"My contact says to never assume anything. Get better."

The transmission ended as Ron put the Kimmunicator down. Kim felt a bit bad that her comment offended Wade, but hopefully it was only the pain in her head doing that kind of work. Getting her mind off of it, she snuggled herself a bit closer to Ron, who was thinking. Ever since they started dating, he had been doing that quite often.

Ron realized that he and Kim, as well as Rufus, were actually all alone in the house, which was a first since they got together four days ago. While most teenagers their age waited for this moment like no other, Ron decided to just relax and hold Kim, still worried about her condition. He never thought that Kim would be hurt in the way she was, her face being slammed into a metal air conditioner, completely destroying it. Then again, the thief had managed to throw her upward against it as he was already shooting upward at top speed.

Still, Ron didn't want to dwell on the previous night. They both lost and nothing could change that. His thoughts instead dwelled on the mysterious intruder that they encountered last night. Who was he? Was it even a 'he'?

Trying to break the distraction, Rufus tugged on Ron's shoulder, pointing to Kim's food tray still on her dresser. "KP, it's time for you to eat."

He helped her lean up, enough to eat properly. Ron wanted to feed her himself, and while she appreciated his gesture, she didn't want to be stuck in bed all day. So, in the end, she fed herself and Ron still helped.

After she finished, Ron laid it on the dresser, sitting on her bed and looking outside. Suddenly, he felt an arm around him bring him down to the bed, next to Kim.

"Ron?" she asked, smiling at him, staring into his eyes.

"What's up?" he asked.

She put her head on his chest. "Thanks," she said warmly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ron tried to act cool. "That's what I'm here for, KP. But you get better and then we'll head out to Lowerton."

That afternoon, Kim and Ron came out the door and locked it.

Ron looked at Kim. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"No big, I'm fine, really." Kim said confidently, smiling. "So, Lowerton, huh?"

"Yup. I've got the address."

"Let's go."

Ron helped Kim on his scooter and started it, while clipping the Kimmunicator on the handles so he would have some navigation help, since he wasn't too familiar with Lowerton. They both put on their helmets. Kim leaned against Ron, wrapping her arms around him tightly, and they sped off.

Lowerton was beautiful around this time of year. The trees and flowers were blooming and it was bright and colorful. Kim only hoped that later on in the summer, they'd spend some time here. The grass was green everywhere.

"Beautiful." she thought out loud. "Hey, Ron!"

"Yeah?"

"How close are we?"

"The navigation says it'll take ten more minutes. We'll be there shortly!"

Kim continued to observe the scenery of Lowerton.

They reached the neighborhood an hour after they left Middleton, Ron paying close attention to the navigation system on the Kimmunicator. It didn't take long for the address to hit them.

"541 Dest Inne Lane. KP, we're here."

Ron parked near the house's mailbox, but he found Kim asleep behind him.

"KP?"

He gently shook her, slowly waking up. "Sorry, I guess I suddenly fell asleep."

Ron stepped off, both removing their helmets. Before Kim could get off, Ron held her hand. "Allow me, mi' lady!"

Kim blushed. "Such the gentlemen, Mr. Stoppable."

They both walked towards the porch, noticing a security camera in the corner. Shrugging, Ron rung the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door itself opened, a voice heard from inside.

"Come on in, you two! I've been expecting you."

It was a calm and friendly voice, so both of them entered the house, which was surprisingly clean and extremely decorative.

"Be there in a second!" the voice called from inside the kitchen.

Kim and Ron took the time to look at the various artwork hung from the walls. It varied from still-lifes, computer generated art, paintings, and movie flyer posters. Even the content varied. Some of the art consisted of classic movies, scenery, and surprising to both, death. It didn't scare either of them, because it was the kind of stuff that just looked awesome.

"Well, if it isn't the lovely Kim Possible and the spirited Ron Stoppable. Welcome to my home."

Both Kim and Ron turned around to find the stranger before them. He was just as old as they were, if not a year or two older. He was a Spanish boy with black spiky hair, barely taller than they were, a tad skinny, wearing an old Nintendo shirt with dark jeans, chain necklace with spiked wristbands, and a tad bit of facial hair growing. To Kim's surprise, he was good looking, especially the eyes.

"Wow. I mean, um, hi." Kim said, instantly turning embarrassed.

Ron glared at her for a second, instantly feeling uneasy.

"You look surprised." the boy said.

"Sorry, usually the contacts Wade has, well, they're usually younger or dorkier or... I'll just shut up now." the now crimson-faced girl said.

For some reason, it was hard for Kim to say that she was surprised that this guy, who worked with Wade and produced such fine artwork all over his decorative and clean home, was the one who asked for them. Unfortunately, she was still a sucker for the pretty boy look, something she hoped to get over with Erik.

The boy chuckled. "I get that sometimes, but I did tell Wade to give you a message, right?"

Ron spoke, "Never assume anything."

"Cha-ching. But anyway, allow me to introduce myself. Nev Killbourne at your service. Make yourselves right at home, I'm just cooking dinner."

Ron still felt uneasy. "You live here all alone?"

Nev spoke from the kitchen. "Yup, just me, my art and technology. You two should head downstairs. That's where we'll talk. I'm almost done here."

Kim sheepishly looked at Ron, embarrassed, while he glared at her. Her lips moved, saying sorry, but no voice came from it. He located the stairs next to the kitchen, and decided to head down.

The way down was eerie. The sound of a huge lab could be heard downstairs, from water, computers, electrical noises, and metal clanging, but it was too dark to see any of this. Ron located the light switch nearby and turned it on. The entire basement lit up.

The basement was huge. Inside, covering the wall near the stairs was a gigantic computer system with several widescreen monitors connected through at least five different computers. On the opposite wall was a huge HDTV with all kinds of gaming systems connected to it, new and old. On the opposite side of the stairs was a huge aquarium with all sorts of fish inside. At the end of the large room were all sorts of arcade machines; pinball and video games, brand new and old classics.

Ron still looked bitter as Kim grabbed his hand.

She whispered to him. "Ron, it's not what you think. I was just surprised that he was the one who sent out for us. Okay, he's cute, but I've got you! You're the one I love. Do I need to remind you?"

"Yes." Ron grunted, a slight snicker on the other side of his lip.

Kim noticed this, nearly laughing. "Shame on you, Ron. Fine!"

She kissed him quickly on the cheek.

Ron looked at her. "Aw, that's it?"

She nudged him. "We're guests! Just a small peck on the cheek is already pushing it!"

"You're right, KP. Sorry." he beamed with a sheepish grin.

She glared back at him. "You owe me."

"I shall not disappoint you, Ms. Kimberly Anne." he smiled, mocking an elegant pose.

Both noticed the couch nearby and decided to take a load off. Ron almost completely sank in, while Kim was surprised how comfortable it was. She was tempted to lay her head on Ron's lap, but didn't want to be rude. Also, ever since going out with Erik, she knew some people hated public display of affection, like Ron at the time.

Nev made his way down with his dinner. He noticed the two just sitting there. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Just try to keep the tonsil hockey to a minimum, okay?"

Shrugging, Kim just leaned against Ron's shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. Rufus sat on Ron's lap, looking at the various technologies in the room.

Nev sat down in an office chair in front of the computer, turning it on, surrounding the room in a dark blue glow.

"So, let's talk business."