Ron Stoppable: Thou Shall Not Kill

By: MouseKappaSig (aka Joe Dave)

I know many of you are wandering when this will become M rated. Give me one maybe two more chapters. R&R "please and thank you"

BADDIES FOUND

Monique stared at the blond in unabashed horror and confusion. Here sat Ron Stoppable, partner and best friend of Kim Possible, the girl who could do anything, in the middle of Bueno Nacho with a tray of his favorite foods and at any other point in time he would be up to his elbows in cheese and sporting the world's largest grin. But this was not just any time and she knew it. She had heard that he had been suspended from school and had assumed that he would be cooped up in his house, but when Ronald's mother said she had not seen him all day on account of his trip to Temple, she knew of only one place he would go. And that is where she found her friend, sitting in their usually booth staring at an untouched meal hours old.

"Ron man, what's your malfunction?" Mon asked with a weak humor in her tone. "Did they cancel Naco night again," she finished realizing that this was not a normal funk for him. "Ron...?"

The blond said nothing as he looked up from the now freezing cuisine, his eyes glazed over from the hours of thought. He seemed to burn through Monique as he observed he from across the table. "Oh...hey Mon...what's up," he said putting on a fake grin.

"Don't you give me that BS , Ron Stoppable. What is up with you? I mean come on, look at you. You look like you just went eight rounds in the ring with Steel Toe, you haven't even touched your food and from what Ned told me you have been here almost long enough to own the place.," she exclaimed throwing her hands up. "I know your upset about Kim but you have never been this bad even when she stopped talking to you for 3 days. SO SPILL."

Ron's expression never changed as he answered through his fake smile, "It's nothing Monique, I swear. You know me, I'm always over reacting to things like this. It's just one of my usual funks. It just seems worse because Kim is always there to balance me out."

"Ron Stoppable, that is the biggest load of HORSE SHIT I have ever heard," cried Mon gaining some rather nasty looks from an elderly couple two tables down. "I know for a fact that you left your house before you parents were even awake and went to Temple. I also know that this is not your normal over reacting because you haven't even touched your food. What is going on with you? I mean, I can understand the whole Bonnie thing, hell after I heard what she did I caught her after cheer practice in the parking lot, but you are scareing me along with everybody else in school. You're not yourself."

"Wait, wait, wait. You jumped Bonnie!" interrupted Ron, "in the school parking lot?"

"Yeah, but that's not the point. We are talking about you. Why are you..."

"Its nothing I tell you. Im fine. I just needed to think things through. That's all. I swear,"Ron interrupted again, annoyance slipping into his tone. He couldn't bring himself to tell Monique that he was truly terrified by the fact that Drakken and his cronies had the ability at this given moment to end Kim's life with the push of an enter key. The only positive thing about this was they had yet to launch their virus and that they knew nothing of Kim's condition, otherwise they would have proceeded just to make sure Kim died. However much hope that gave the blond, he still knew time was running out and Kim hadn't made much progress towards recovery. He would have to do something soon if she stood any chance.

"All right Ron. If your going to stick with that story, I'm not going to keep asking. But you listen here baby boy, the moment you want to talk..."

"I will Mon. I promise" replied Ron as he got up leaving Monique sitting at the table and threw the uneaten food in the trash as he headed off into the darkness outside.

Ronald's feet went back into auto pilot as they carried him down the road towards his house. He was drifting off into thought again when the Kimmunicator he had taken from Kim's mission pants sang its familiar four beet song. Ron started at the sudden noise and pulled the blue device out of his pocket seeing the young face of Wade. "What up Wade? Found Drakken's hideout yet?" he asked hopefully.

"Hey Ron. No sorry, I'm still looking but I thought you would want to know that Kim has been transferred from the Pearl Harbor Med Facility to Upperton Specialty Hospital."

"Its about time, its been two weeks since I last saw her. Any idea what room she's in?"

"Yeah she's in room 546, I have to warn you though, she's not doing much better since you saw her last. Though she is making some progress. Just don't expect to much."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Thanks Wade. Keep looking for Drakken."

"Will do Ron. Take it easy, Wade out."

With that the screen switched off and Ron putting the device back into his pocket turned and headed towards Upperton and Kim. He wondered why it had taken so long to get her near home but figured it must have been for the best, after all they were the doctors not him. Maybe the Doctors Possible would be there when he arrived.

Ron walked through the sliding double doors into the lobby of the gargantuan medical facility. The decor was set up so that it offered a bit of comfort to the depressing building, but it was wasted on Ron. He strode strait to the reception desk and after a moment of inquiries was on his way towards the ICU wing, where Kim's room was. Moments later he rounded a corner and ran head long into Mrs Dr. Possible. "Oh dear, Ronald. Sorry bout that, I was wondering when you were going to show up." Ron notice she was dressed in her scrubs and looked as thought she had just come out of a surgery and gave her a desperate quizzical look.

"Oh no," she said hurriedly seeing the boy's face, "Kim is not in any worse condition. I just got transferred here so I could be close by if something did happen. I just got out of a surgery on, of all people, Bonnie Rockwaller. Can you believe it she was found unconscious in the school parking lot with her arm broken in two places and a hyper extended ankle. Monique brought her in. Said she wasn't acting right in cheer practice like she was off somewhere else. But you're here to check up on Kimmie."

Ron nodded making a mental note to ask Monique about what she actually did to Bon-Bon, even as he crushed a feeling that she got less than she deserved.

"Well go on in Ron. It'll do Kim some good for you to be near her again. If you want I will arrange it so you can stay overnight."

Ron smiled slightly, "Thanks Dr. P. I'd like that."

"Not a problem hon. Now go on in."

Ron turned the knob to Kim's door and pushed it open, where he was greeted by the sight of his best friend laying in a bed surrounded on all sides by various machines. Most of the machines Ron had only seen on ER and had little knowledge of what they actually did but he knew enough that he could pick out the respirator, heart monitor, and IV drip. She did look a little better, but it might have been the fact that she was at least home and he could drop by when ever he wanted now. Ron moved one the machines that was keeping track of her brain activity to the side a bit as he pulled up a chair and laid his head next to hers. Taking her hand in his Ron fell asleep. She was near and alive and for now that was all that mattered he thought as he last conscious thought for the night drifted away.

"Ron...Ron...HEY RON WAKE UP," Kim yelled as she pounced onto his sleeping form, "wake up, sleepy head. We're supposed to go out to day and you mom says you're not going anywhere until you clean your room."

"Huh...OWWWW! WHAT THE...," cried Ron as Kim landed on his stomach, "what's the big idea jumping on me like a trampoline?"

"I sowwy Ronnie," mocked Kim staring at Ron with her puppy dog pout, "but you need to clean your room or you mom wont let you leave the house. And you promised me dinner and a movie."

"Aw man...not the pout. Anything but the pout...man. Ok get off of me so I can pick up."

Darkness flooded the scene as time rewound to an eleven year old Kim and Ron on the first day of Christmas break, as snow filled the black void of Ron's subconscious.

"KP...hey KP," cried the freckled blond as he ran up the walk towards his best friend, "Its time for Snowman Hank. Break out the egg nog and lets chill."

"Hey Ron, Happy Chanukah!" returned Kim as she pulled the boy into a hug.

"No time for that KP, Snowman Hank demands our attention. After all he only comes around once a year."

"Ok ,Ok. Chill Ron lets go in and get some egg nog and we will sit down and watch it," Kim giggled.

"Boo-ya!"

Ron was pulled from his slumber by the sound of a nurse coming into the room to check on Kim's vitals. Ron's hand was still gripping Kim's, he gave it a squeeze as the nurse left the room and checked his watch. Its was 7:30 am. He had slept the entire night away and he noticed that his stomach hated him. After all he hadn't eaten in two days and his stomach was letting him know about its mood with a series of growls and gurgles. Admitting defeat Ron began to stand, not wanting to leave Kim's side though he hesitated, but it didn't matter. The so sooner than he had let her hand down and kissed her forehead than Mrs. Dr. Possible entered the room with a bag of Bueno Nacho in one hand and a furious naked mole rat in the other.

Dr. Possible smiled at him as she set the food and Rufus on a table in the corner of the room. "Monique called last night. She said you hadn't even touched your food yesterday and from what I got out of your mother you didn't eat anything yesterday or the day before. So I got you some breakfast burritos. And I'm not leaving until you eat every last bite. We can't have you getting sick from starving to death. Now can we," she said.

"I...I just had a lot on my mind. Didn't feel like eating. No big."argued Ron.

"Yes Big. Ron you can't starve yourself over Kim. It wont do you or her any good. Now hush and eat," demanded the elder Possible.

"Yes Ma'am"

There was no more argument from the boy and Rufus leapt onto his shoulder from the table as Ron satisfied Dr. P and his stomachs complaints. After he had finished and cleaned up the mess, Ron returned to his seat next to Kim. He took her hand an gave it a squeeze, tears threatened his eyes as he looked upon her, but he stopped them as he looked at Dr. P. She was looking very tired and Ron could tell she wasn't getting much sleep. "What's up Dr. P? You look way thrashed. Are you sleeping ok?"

"I slept better last night knowing you were here with Kimmie, but no,...I'm not. Wade gave me the low down of Drakken's latest scheme. Mr. Dr. Possible knows too. They are using the space center's computers to track him down but it has me worried. That's all.," she said as she sobbed lightly, "I know its stupid. I trust that Wade and James can stop this computer virus but it's the fact that Drakken is actually capable of such an atrocity that bothers me the most. Not to mention that Kim is in a Coma, what parent should have to deal with that?"

Ron sat listening to the elder Possible as he held Kim's hand squeezing it slightly every few minutes. At least he wasn't the only person in the world to feel as helpless as he did. Mrs. Possible crossed the gap between the two and wrapped Ron in a hug, "thank you Ronald. For being the best friend and pseudo-son that you are to us. I know that you love Kim and she, you. Just remember that you will always have a home at our place. No matter what," Dr. Possible dried her eyes and sighed, "well I have to go on my rounds now. Ronnie you watch over my Kimmie."

"Not a problem Dr. P," smiled Ron as he returned Mrs. Possible's hug and watched as she left.

Ron squeezed Kim's hand and placed Rufus next to her head where the little guy curled up beside her head and slept. Ron grabbed the remote to the TV and turned to the news, maybe there was something he could use to find Drakken or at least take his mind off all the feelings he battled in his mind.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The familiar beeping of the Kimmunicator brought Ron to his senses. TV was such a waste, 500 channels and not a damn thing on. He pulled the offending noise maker out and thumbed the on switch, bringing up Wade's smiling face.

"RON, We have a lock,"cried Wade as he pulled up a map of Alaska, "according to all my sources Drakken and company are broadcasting from a captured military base 100 miles east of Gnome, a place called Fort Hitchfield. Here's the bad news Fort Hitchfield houses four Triton Class Nuclear Missiles."