Bueno Nacho

Monique sighed while wiping away burrito off her lips. She had hoped that the eating contest between herself and Felix would have cheered up her two other companions. But it was too close to what Ron would have been doing, had he been here. In fact, in seemed to remind them that he wasn't here.

Kim hadn't touched her food at all; she glanced down and noticed that Rufus had eaten only half of his nachos. Patting the mole rat on his head, she tried to force a smile to her face, but it turned into a grimace.

She had been too late. If she'd arrived sooner Ron would be here, he wouldn't be

missing. Drakken. The name sparked a primal fury deep within her. She find him...oh yes...she would and when she did, he'd pay big. Suddenly feeling a liquid spilling onto her hand, she noticed that she'd crushed the drink in her hand. Rufus dodged out the way, running up Felix's shoulder for shelter. Her friends were looking at her with sympathy, knowing she blamed herself for everything.

Monique wordlessly began wiping up the spill, while listening to Rufus's chattering. It actually would have been funny if not for the scowl still on her bgf's face. Stealing a glance at Felix who was consoling the angry mole rat, she made up her mind. She was going to have to resort to drastic measures. Steeling herself for the dreaded dead of forcing Kim Possible to deal when she was interrupted by a familiar beeping noise.

In the blink of an eye, Kim had the Kimmunicator out looking at Wade's ecstatic face. "Please God. Please let it be something about Ron", she prayed silently to herself. "What's the sitch Wade?"

Wade smiled, for it had been far too long since he heard her say those familiar words. "Kim! Global Justice found Ron! He's..." he didn't get to finish for soon he was being interrupted by his friend/boss.

"Where is he Wade?" Kim spoke as tears filled her eyes.

"He's at Hugoton Memorial Hospital. They found him with Shego." Wade hesitated as he spoke."

"What aren't you telling me Wade?" Kim's voice began to rise.

"He's in a coma Kim. They don't know when he'll come out." Wade said.

"Wade! I need a ride now!" she demanded. This wasn't fair, Ron had been missing for three months and when I find him, he's in a coma. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"Don't worry, Kim. I've set you up with Global Justice. They should be there in a few minutes." Wade said, but the Kimmunicator had already been turned off. Sighing, he turned his attention to the computer and began to hack into Hugoton Memorial's database for info on his friend.

Kim jumped up from the booth and felt Rufus jump onto her shoulders. She raced outside, eyes scanning the sky for any trace of her ride. Turning as she felt someone grab her shoulder, she looked into Monique's eyes.

"Girl, steady. Hand me the Kimmunicator." Monique spoke while squeezing Kim's shoulder. Pressing the button, she waited until Wade's face appeared. "Okay, Wade. Kim was a little eager to get to Ron and since her ride's not here yet. Tell us what you know."

Wade cleared his throat before speaking. "Well they found him three days ago. Seems that both Ron and Shego appeared on Richie Collet's farm. He called the authorities, who in turn called Global Justice. They transferred me the data on what happened, but I haven't had time to analyze it yet. Both were taken to Hugoton Memorial. Ron's legs were broken and there was some trauma to his skull. But other than that, he's fine. Shego also had some head trauma and like Ron she's also in a coma. They have her under guard." Wade broke off and pointed to the sky as their ride was hovering above them in the air.

Hugoton Memorial

My eyes opened slowly while my mind was registering the noises of the room. Hospital noises. Joy. I hate hospitals, having to spend a lot of time in them probably helped that quite a bit. Leaning up I was startled to hear a voice in the back of my mind going on and on about needles. Placing my head in my hands, I could have sworn I heard it whisper something about wanting out.

Then it hits like a kick in the groin. I knew I hated hospitals, what my favorite food was, that I really liked the movie Firefly, but what I didn't know was who I was. Glancing down at my legs which were in casts by the way. Wonderful, this keeps getting better. Looking around for a mirror and since I didn't see one. I decided on a little test. Since my bladder was screaming at me, I rose thinking that if my legs weren't healed enough then the pain along with the slipping on the floor would give me a reason to scream for the nurse.

Strangely it didn't hurt at all. It was a little cumbersome, but it was manageable. After finishing, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Messy blonde hair, big ears, freckles, and brown eyes, it wasn't sparking any memories. If anything it left me more confused especially since that voice was practically screaming sick and wrong over and over.

Walking back to my bed, I picked up my chart. I could only pick out broken legs and head trauma. Glancing down at my legs, I frown. If my legs were broken then I wouldn't be able to stand on them. Something whispers in the back of my mind, it's not the voice that keeps screaming wrong sick over and over. It's my voice. My older, wiser and much nastier self, "If they're lying about the broken legs, then what else are they lying about?"

Suddenly a loud boom resonates. The entire building shakes and I slip into a combat stance. My eyes dart about looking for some sign of danger, and then I notice that my hospital gown has fallen onto the floor along with the casts that were on my leg. At first I'm dismayed about not even feeling it when I broke the casts, that I realize that I'm only wearing boxers. I hear the voice again, "Ah man!" I grab the blanket and wrap it around me. I look around the room hoping that I can find something other than a thin hospital gown to wear.

Luckily there's a backpack with some clothes in it. Brown cargo pants, a red jersey, with grey tennis shoes. If you didn't catch it before, I'm quite familiar with hospitals. So removing my IV isn't a problem.

The hospital's waiting room was away with red and blue as the fighting began to intensify. Dr. Drakken groaned as he waited for his henchmen to finish off the Global Justice agents. He had to hurry up and get Shego before that know-it-all teen showed up. She had to be on her way especially with the buffoon here. While the buffoon would make an excellent hostage to keep the teen at bay, he didn't want to risk it. Shego would probably be upset and between her and the cheerleader, well he didn't want to think about that.

After what seemed an eternity. One of his henchmen came with dragging Sheo with him still in the hospital gown. Drakken shuddered, that fool would pay for this later once she came to her senses. "All right you slugs! Clear us a path out of here." He waited with Shego as his lackeys began to rush ahead before following. He glanced at Shego who was barely conscious, rubbing her head as she was trying to take everything in. He barely managed to get himself and his sidekick out of the way as a henchman came flying through the air landing on the desk. Looking up he cursed. Kim Possible! This did not bode well.

Kim had grabbed an electro-staff away from one of Drakken's goons and spun it in the air in front of her. She didn't intend to attack with it yet, it was only a distraction. Her opponent thrust out with his staff, which she easily blocked as she stepped forward and down on his right knee hard. That took him out of the fight. She swatted aside an attack and thrust forward hitting her foe in the chest. The combined thrust and shock of the staff sent him hurling back into the desk hard. She moved in a circle combining her bo-staff with Pa Kua to keep her attackers at bay, and then she spotted Drakken and Shego.

Drakken saw the anger burning in the teenager's eyes. Anger that was directed at him and if the way she was fighting was any indication. He was going to be in for a rough night. Her moves lacked the sheer grace they normally did, replaced with a harsh brutality. He scooped Shego up in his arms and ran away from the enraged cheerleader as fast as he could. Cursing his lack of endurance and strength as he stumbled through the hospital corridor, turning around the corner to find a very large whole in the wall to which he quickly ran through.

Kim poured all the frustration, rage, and hatred into this moment. She had to get to Drakken. He had much to answer for. Finishing off the last henchman, she raced through the corridor sliding around the corner. "A hole in the wall? Like it would make any difference" she thought grimly. Once again relying on her cheerleading skills she jumped into the air rolling herself up like ball to maximize her jump. She stretched out landing on her arms using the momentum to propel her next jump. She was gaining on Drakken. She could hear his whimpering and could smell his fear. Her next leap cleared the distance and she landed on Drakken's back, causing Shego to slide across the ground and stop against the hover car.

It hurt when her back hit the vehicle. What in the world was going on? Waking up with no memory to be seized by red-clad henchman, and then carried away by a blue-skinned man! It was too much. Then she heard something in her mind growling, "Don't let Princess do this. You can take her!" She didn't know what she was doing, but she raised her hand just as the red-headed girl looked up from the one-sided fight with the blue man. Then a green fire formed from her hand and raced out striking the girl in the chest, knocking her away. Without missing a beat, the blue-skinned man limped into the car and began driving away. It was too much, between her wielding green fire and flying in the air in this strange vehicle, the world went away as she feinted.

Kim growled as she did kip-up. Glancing down, she saw her mission shirt was burned and gingery touching the exposed skin. It was tender, but not critical. "This is not over yet" she growled as she jerked out her special hair-dryer, but she noticed something that made her hesitant. Brown cargo pants and red shirt racing away. The Kimmunicator went off; she pressed the button while firing the grappling hook onto a lamppost. "What is it?"

Monique spoke frantically, "Ron isn't in his room. There's what's left of his casts in here on the floor along with his hospital gown"

Kim growled, "Have Wade check the security tapes and see if anything happened to Ron. I'm checking something out here." She shut the Kimmunicator off and swung toward the speeding man, praying that it was Ron.

I was running as fast as I could. Red uniformed men wielding shock staffs? A blue-skinned man? Okay, it was official. I was in the Twilight Zone. I stole a glance behind me; the freaky blue guy was flying away in some type of hovercraft. But I also noticed a beautiful red-haired girl swinging in my direction like Spiderman.

The voice in my head began a frantic rant. "KP! KP!" It screamed over and over again. I could feel an over-powering sense of love, tinged with sadness with just a bit of bitterness flowing from it. Feelings I am too familiar with. Lucky me.

Then the ground comes up at me fast. I should have paid more attention to where I was going instead of the hot red-head. I was too stunned to move for a few seconds. I looked to my right and heard the whining of dog. I must have tripped over him.

I jump up ready to resume my run when she slams into my chest. She wraps her arms around me. I can feel her tears running down my shirt. Her hair smells like strawberries. God, she's like an angel. She begins to kiss me. The voice screams, raging as if it's trying to get out. I feel odd now. She's kissing me, it feels good. But it also feels like I've just been caught with another guy's girlfriend. Having been on both the cheated on and the guy that has been caught, I'm very familiar with this.

There's a war going on in my head, between the raging voice and my own conscience. I pull her away from me holding her at arms length. She looks at me with a worried look on her face. God, she looks so sad. It takes everything I've got not to pull her back into my arms and continue the kiss. So I might as well get this out of the way. "Not that I don't mind a beautiful girl kissing me, but tell who are you? And who am I?"

She looks like I just punched her in the gut. Her mouth is moving but no words are coming out. She places her hands on my face as she whimpers "Ron…it's me Kim. Don't you remember me?"

I shake my head no. Her bottom lip trembles and she falls to her knees sobbing. Okay, the hell with my conscience and that stupid voice. I may not kiss her, but I can't stand to see a woman cry. I kneel beside her and wrap my arms around her. I rock her in my arms, gently caressing her hair. "It's all right. Everything is going to be okay." I whisper in her ear.

Kim sobbed openly into his chest. He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember her. It wasn't fair. First he was missing for three months, then he was in a coma, and now that he was awake he didn't remember anything. It wasn't fair. He was trying to comfort me; maybe that was a good sign.

She pulled herself closer to me, which caused that damn voice to act up again. I sighed and glanced up at the sky. I was too busy trying to get away and trying to comfort the angel in my arms to notice that it was about to rain. And on that note, it started to downpour. I tried to raise her up and get us out of the rain, but she pulled me down refusing to let go. I looked up and saw someone running toward us. I blinked as a pink object landed on my shoulder and hugged my face and to my surprise I could have sworn that I heard it speak. I looked up at the girl approaching me.

Monique stopped just short of Ron and Kim as Rufus dived off onto his owner's shoulder. Stopping to catch my breath, I look as Kim sobs into his chest. He's trying to get up but she obviously trying to stop her. "Okay, Ron let's get Kim out of this rain."

"Ron? Who's that? Is that my name? Who are you?" I speak to her, which causes the girl in my arms to cry harder. I don't know what's going on. But between the dismayed faces of the girl standing in front of me and the naked mole rat which the voice keeps screaming "Rufus, Monique help!" I stare into her eyes, as police sirens approach from behind us. The world had gone mad or maybe it was just me.