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The next afternoon Kim looked at the repaired hole. She had a half frown on her face. The hole wasn't noticeable anymore, but she still worried about the security deposit, that and the other students. No one was hurt this time, but what if someone else comes after one of us? She shook her head at the thought.

The flame haired girl turned at the sound of the door opening. In came Ron and Kara with an armload of food sacks. "Didn't know what to get so we got a variety," Ron said as they came in the room and shut the door.

Setting down the sacks and starting to unload them onto the coffee table caused the smells to explode from the containers. Kim looked at the layout of food. "Around the world in eighty bites?"

"Something like that, I am amazed at the food selection you have here. If I want Thai at Kansas I have to fly a bit to get to it."

"Food wise we are good here. You could always transfer out here," needled Ron.

"Okay you two, keep it at a simmer till at least sun down. Pass the rice, please. We need to talk about some things though," Kim said as she sat onto the floor.

Kara finished getting the Pad Thai in her mouth chewed, "Yeah, I got a preliminary report about the place they took you. Seems they only found one clone. It was a puddle of pink goo by the time they got into the room. No paper files were found, and the computers were physically destroyed."

"So the bad guys got away," frowned Ron.

"Yes, and we don't know what they wanted."

"They wanted me," Kara said as she looked down into the box of Lo Mein in front of her.

"WHAT?" asked both of the others.

"The one with short hair, I fought her before. We were having each others dreams for a while. We thought she was destroyed; guess we were wrong. Apparently she survived, or they had more than one clone. Either way it is a bad situation all around."

"Tell me about it. What happens next time if someone gets in the way if she comes back? Or when someone decides to try and take us out of the picture," Kim looked at Ron frowning. "We may need to move for the good of everyone else."

"Don't you think that is a bit drastic, KP? If they wanted to do that they already could have done so. It wouldn't matter where we lived, there would always be people around. They could as easily nuke the quad while we were going to class. I'll follow your lead on this though," shrugged Ron.

"Drop a nuke? Ron, you have some far out ideas. Though you do make a point, guess staying here is as safe to others as living anywhere else."

Kara smiled, "Too bad you can't have secret identities that would solve some things."

"We could say we are out of the save the world business, then start using super hero names," suggested Ron assuming his 'Superman' pose.

The two women looked at him, then each other and started to laugh. Suppressing her giggles Kim was able to get out, "I don't think that would work. We would be too noticeable. You have to admit that we are both a little obvious and well known already. And not all superheroes have secret ids."

"Well it was a suggestion," Ron said in a pout as he sat down.

"Yes it was, but I don't think it is a viable one for us. Though you are right about no matter where we go there could be someone gunning for us and endangering everyone else. So, I guess we don't have to worry about moving, yet. The school administration might feel safer if we did though."

"Actually, no, the League talked to them already. They feel that the draw of Team Possible on campus for recruiting out ways the possible negative implications. Combine that with Team Possible being so close at hand in case something does happen, especially now that you two are linked with the Justice League, they feel safer," said the blond as she stretched out on the floor.

Ron took this as an invitation and moved from the couch to the floor and laid down using her abdomen as a head rest. "Come on, Kim. There's room on the other side," said Kara as she played with Ron's hair.

"I don't want to intrude."

"It's okay, Kim, really."

Kim moved around the supine blonds and placed her head so the top of hers touched the top of Ron's. "Ron, you were right. She does make a good pillow," Kim sighed.

"And this isn't the best body part for…OWW!" he intoned as Kara pinched him.

"I don't think Kim wants to hear about that."

"Well no, not really," Kim said with a blush forming.

"Just relax. You had an unsettling day yesterday and you need to take it easy. So, how is Don?"

"Dan and he isn't. All hands and slobber after we left."

"I don't know why you don't have any luck dating. You should have a stable of guys wanting to take you out and treat you good."

"I'm sure there would be, but they have heard not to expect anything right away. That throws most of them off the pursuit."

"Losers, the lot of them, KP. Getting to know you is the best. Take me for example; I have been around you for what seventeen years almost? Never once did we do anything beyond a kiss. Not that there were not times that I wished otherwise," this got a craned neck look from both the women. "What? I was mobile hormones and you were the only female to pay me positive attention. Not that I was the only one."

Kim bolted into a sitting position. "WHAT?"

"Amp it down, KP, it was locker room talk. You were head cheerleader. That made you prime fantasy material. You should be flattered. Doubt anyone talked about me like that on the girl's side."

Kim put her head back down. Ron waited for a response. "Right, KP? KP? You mean that someone talked about me?"

"Well, after the Prom, they started talking about you. And then after Tara told everyone about, well, your prowess, shall we say. Even Bonnie mentioned you a time or two."

"Ah, Bon-Bon, she was fun."

"Uh, Ron, you mean the two of you…"

"Yeah, KP, a couple of times. It was purely physical. Each of us tried our hardest to make the other one pass out."

"Okay, this is getting too weird. Another subject, please?"

"Have you two thought about the 'Hero Business' as a full time job?" inquired Kara, now playing with both their hair.

"Well I don't know if there would be any money in it. All we get now are rides, and the occasional equipment."

"Have you asked for money?"

"Do you ask for money to save the world?"

"No, but I am not asked by multi-billion dollar international conglomerate to recover baubles either. Baubles that cost millions to build. A couple of thousand dollars wouldn't be too much to ask would it? Now, you could always accept rewards when offered to you."

The only thing that kept Kim from physically cringing about the thought of asking for money was the fingernails scratching her scalp. "Think about it, Kim. That is all that I am saying. You still take the important missions pro bono, but when a company contacts you to retrieve something, ask for compensation. You could always just ask for a retainer from your regulars, a little something to make sure that you have time and freedom to be available in case they need you."

"That sounds like it could work. You could do your journalism freelance and not worry about sugar coating things."

"What about you, Ron? What would you do? Culinary consultant, after the naco, I have a track record. New recipes and packaging ideas are always being sought and people get paid well to do it also."

"I'll think about it. We'd need to take some business classes if we are going to do that."

"More classes… This might not be a good idea after all," Ron flinched, waiting for a slap or pinch from the blond. It didn't come so he relaxed. Upon settling back into comfort there came a thwack of a flicked finger to an ear lobe. This earned a pouting growl from him and a snicker from his red headed friend.

The snicker slowly changed into soft snoring. When Ron looked up Kara put her finger to her lip. He moved to lay in parallel with her and slid his arm under her neck. "Thanks," she whispered.

"What did you do?"

"Scalp massage… Very relaxing. Add in distracting her from thinking about what happened yesterday let her brain relax. She was pushing exhaustion as it was. Once she started to relax, she crashed. She is so cute when she sleeps," she commented as she slowly stroked her cheek.

"I'm glad you mentioned this to me when we were out. Were you serious about the charging for what we do?"

"To a degree, the only jobs that you two could have and still do what you do now are something in the international law enforcement, and then you would be held back by regulations. Even if Global Justice gave you free rein you would always be accountable to them, and take the missions that they assign."

"Guess you're right," he sighs as he looks at his best friend. He notices the tenderness of his lovers hand on her cheek. "Kara, are you…"

"Attracted to her? Yes, but I know that Kim isn't like that so I don't offer. She is just so pretty that you can't help but think about it now and then. It doesn't bother you that I feel that way, does it?"

"No, not really, it is most guys' fantasy to have a girlfriend that is bi, but there is a bit of the old Ron still in me that is worried that you will find someone else, that I will be as superfluous as I was before we met."

"We have had this discussion before."

"And we will probably have it again. So, let's just drop it for now and rest some ourselves."

"A very good idea," she said and she snuggled her head into his shoulder and he turned toward her. As they drifted off to slumber his hand lightly touched the red hair on Kara's stomach.

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is taking a turn that I had not foreseen when I started. I will be upgrading the rating as of the next chapter, as it will be dealing with adult discussions about sex, love, and relationships. There might be more than discussions, I do not know. The characters want to take a life of their own, and this is turning into a much longer story than its conception. Depending on the reviews, I may break it into two separate stories. Thank you for your read. Thank you for your reviews.