Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or Justice League Unlimited.
Author's Notes: Long time no update on this story, I know. I blame life. Other than that, I thank everyone with putting up with me on my update schedule. To clear up some possible confusion, the Stranger is the Phantom Stranger. Think of him as one of the Deus ex Machinas of the mystical DC universe. When they had Secret Origins, there was a double sized issue that had three different stories of his origin. John is John Constantine. No, I am not going to see the movie. I know John, and Keanu Reeves is NO John Constantine. I didn't even see him smoking ONCE in the commercials and John is a chronic chain smoker, sheesh so much for realism in movies.
Ron looked at the door in front of him. He hesitantly raised his closed hand and knocked. He heard rustling behind it and he waited till the door opened to reveal a most stunning blonde with piercing blue eyes. He cringed when she looked at him.
"Why haven't you changed?"
"May I come in first? I have a good and valid reason."
Kara moved from the door and allowed him to pass before she closed the door. She turned to face Ron and looked at him with a put off look on her face. "Okay, let's hear it."
"Well, since Kim is in my head, she can see out and I can hear her comments. Let's say that I wasn't comfortable changing with some of the thoughts she was projecting while I was in the locker room."
"It's not like she hasn't seen you change before."
"But it is the first time she had seen some of the others that were in there."
#You didn't have to tell her that.#
"Ah, I see where that might be a problem for you," she said with a winsome smile. "You could always make a deal that you get to look and comment when she is in the women's…"
"Already discussed and nixed. We are going to experiment with blindfolds."
This brought a laugh from the blonde and a head shake from her boyfriend. "So you would like to change here?"
"That would be much appreciated."
"So, do you need help?"
#NO!#
Ron rubbed his ear. "I think I can handle it."
Kara pouted, "I don't think that was all your decision."
"It wasn't, but that is how it will need to be for a bit." Ron zipped out of his leathers and stretched before picking up his pants. As he bent over, he heard an, "MMM," come from Kara's lips.
#Does she do that often?#
Ron mentally nodded, #Yes, though only at times like this. Don't tell me you didn't do that to some of your boyfriends.#
Well…#
#See, we are going to have almost the ultimate insight into the opposite sex. Even more than when we switched bodies.#
#Don't remind me. I can't believe some of the things that you did. I am still getting email from Victoria's Secret from that application you sent them to be a model.#
#Well, I didn't know how long we were going to be like that. I had to look out for my future. We weren't eighteen so that limited…#
#EWWWW! Ron, don't even continue that thought!#
Ron felt a hand on his back. "Are you okay? You kind of just spaced out."
Ron turned to look at Kara, "Sorry, I was talking with Kim. I didn't realize… I'm sorry, Kara."
"It's okay. You worried me, that's all."
Ron nodded slightly as he pulled the shirt over his head and tucked it in before fastening his pants. He slid the boots back on and pulled the pants legs over them. "Here, all presentable."
Kara giggled, "Except for the hair. Here, let me." She took a comb from a shelf and ran it through his hair. "That will have to do."
"Thanks," Ron said and let out a long sigh.
Kara could see his shoulders visibly slide down. She touched him softly and felt the dichotomous feelings of both tension and exhaustive relaxation in his back. She started to lightly rub his back. She caught him with a start and guided him gently to the bed. She could tell that he had been pushing himself by the blank drawn out look on his face. "Want to take a rain check on the restaurant?"
Ron tiredly shook his head. "We need to talk."
"And we can talk anywhere. You look like you are about to drop. We would be getting there late anyway." She sat down beside him and put her arm around him. "Just rest a little. Talking won't do any good if you pass out in the middle of it." She started to slowly guide his head down to her lap. She frowned a touch when Ron started to fight it.
#It's okay, Ron. She just wants us to rest. We probably have been going for close to twenty hours or so.#
#KP, are you sure? I mean we talked about…#
#Yes, Ron, I don't think that she is going to jump our bones while we are exhausted. It's fine.#
A smile came back to Kara's face as she saw him relax and rest his head on her lap. She softly played with his hair and ear and softly sang a lullaby that her mother sang to her all those long years ago on Argo. She watched as his body twitched and he sighed as he slipped off into sleep. She closed her eyes and stretched her neck as she kept singing, but they flew open when she felt movement on her lap.
She watched as Ron's long form condensed into the smaller form of Kim. The short blond hair that she had been playing with multiplied in length and shifted colour as it was in her hand. The body that always slept stretched out pulled into a smaller ball; her head still on the shocked woman's lap. Kara stopped singing because of the surprise, but was more surprised at what happened next.
The redhead fidgeted and mumbled, "That was nice. Please don't stop."
Kara wasn't sure what it was that Kim meant but started to sing again and stroked the long red hair as she saw the signs of slumber take Kim.