Disclaimer: I own not Kim Possible. I own not Supergirl/Kara. The original pairing of these two was by Jezrianna.

In a leap Ron was on the faux Supergirl, a quick hard uppercut caught her in the solar plexus as she was flying and stopped her. He quickly grabbed her and threw her into the short haired blond that was fighting his Kara. He quickly ran the distance between he and they, and struck them hard into the wall near them. Over his head Kara released a blast of heat vision. Ron turned to her and she backed away when she saw his face.

"Get Kim. Get out. Hurry."

"Ron?" she said in shock.

"GO!" he screamed as he leaped into the mass of the crumpled clones.

Kara landed at the chair that Kim was in. She saw where Kim had gotten her left arm free. "Relax," she told her as she snapped the remaining bonds.

"Thanks, lets get out of here."

"But Ron..."

"Will be able to handle this best. You can go toe to toe with one clone, but with two it is a losing encounter. We can't handle this. Ron sensed that and the monkey power rose in him. Part of it is the mystical field that you see. In essence Ron has become a mystical being. Enhanced speed, strength, you name it. Since he is fighting clones of you..."

Kara scooped up Kim and headed though the hole that used to be a door, "They have no special defenses against him."

"You got it. We will get in the way if we stay, plus he will b trying to protect us here. He knows that if they get past him they will come for us. He won't allow that."

Kara flew them through the corridor to opening that she had made in the ceiling and landed them in the open.

"Watchtower? This is Supergirl. I have Kim safe. We need a clean up crew at my location, stat."

Kim looked into the hole, "Come on, Ron."

Kara walked up behind Kim and put her arms around her, "I know, I'm worried about him too."

As Ron faced the clones, he heard the chattering that accompanied the power. He had learned early on to ignore it, but lately it was getting louder and more clear. He saw the two clones rise with very little damage visible on their bodies. Ron closed his eyes and let the power rush through him. The aura started to grow and gain in intensity.

Galatea launched herself at him to have her punch blocked and to receive multiple strikes to her face and torso, then she felt her arm jerk as she was thrown.

Landing on the same arm she howled in pain. During this time Ron had lost sight of the faux Supergirl. He heard a crying sound and went to it. There was Kara, or someone that looked like Kara. Her uniform was ripped exposing her chest. "Ron, help me, the false one has Kim."

Ron quickly struck her in the face and wheeled around to catch Galatea with a kick as she tried to strike him from behind. His leg left a green trail as it arced to her head and continued on till he had finished the kick. Ron grabbed her by the waist before she had a chance to recover and slammed her into the other simulacrum.

Ron looked at th heap of battered flesh on the floor, the rubble around them, and the energy that was around them and knew the fight was over. He noticed that the chattering was dying down. He started to leave as quickly as he could, but couldn't escape one voice out of the multitude. It kept saying, "You do not have to wait for the power, call to it when you need it. You do not have to let it go."

Ron tried to run harder to force the promises from his mind. With the running for the exit not working, Ron thought of Kim, that usually helped. Ron knew that if he gave himself to the power he would not have his best friend anymore, that he would just be a vessel for the power and its will. Unfortunately, this time that wasn't enough to push the voices away all the way. They were still with him in the back of his head, promising, pleading for him to take them up fully.

Ron screamed for them to shut up, but they persisted. He then thought of Kara. The voices gasped as thoughts of her flooded into his mind. Of the week of vacation on the deserted island, of waiting for her to come out of the coma, of her helping him study, of her dropping everything when she thought he might be in trouble. The void left by the sudden cessation of the voices were filled with thoughts of Kim and Kara, of the happiness and the worries.

With the voices gone, Ron felt the power finally ebb away to nothing. Then the exhaustion of the expenditure of exertion and force of will washed over him and the Ronness took hold and he tripped and rolled as he got to the opening of the ceiling. He finally came to rest on his back staring at Kim and Kara holding each other looking down on him.

"Um, could I get a hand up, and maybe a lift to ground level," he chuckled softly.