Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.

Author's Notes: The stories in this collection are meant to be one shots. I may, at a later date, right sequel to the stories. Continental Line: It is true that using sex to control in a relationship is wrong, it does happen. Jez: I felt that this one was a little forced after writing it, but still was adequate enough to post.

The curveball was indeed an afterthought. If it were Shego, then there would be a fight with Kim while Shego was naked… While the red-blooded male in me wanted to see that in all its glory, it might have put the rating above that of ffdotnet. I have a strong feeling that I will be rewriting chapter, I will probably take out the curveball at that time.

Now onto the alternate ending to Animology, this is the version that they are afraid to let you see. This is the version that would give hope to an entire class of person, and maybe wake up a whole lot of others.

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"I don't know, Ron. If this whole Animology thing is correct, then Junior is my perfect match," cringed Kim Possible, teen hero.

"Not necessarily Junior, KP, just a yellow trout. I am sure that there are many of them out there that are somewhat different than him. At least you are a blue fox and not a pink sloth." Ron looked at the clock on the wall. "Well, Kim, I have to go. If I am late one more time Barkin will put me under the Detention Room. Remember, at least you don't have to find a red otter like me. I bet one would never give me the time of day."

While Kim went to grab her books for her next class she felt a hand tap on her shoulder. Kim turned around and had to look up. "Oh, hi, Amelia, what can I do for you?"

"I heard someone you were talking to say that they were a pink sloth. I was kind of wondering who."

"Oh, that would be Ron. He's bummed out being a pink sloth. Doesn't think that he will ever find a red badger."

"Red otter, the pink sloth's soul mate is the red otter. So, you know him pretty well. What kind of guy is he?"

Kim glanced at the clock. "Listen, I need to head to lit, if you meet me at the gym after class, I'll tell you all I know. He is a great guy, and a terrific friend." With that, Kim closed her locker and bolted for class.

Through Mrs. Turnapage's lecture on the importance of friends and sacrifice in classic literature Kim kept thinking about Ron. Specifically what she was going to say about him to Amelia. There was no doubt that Ron knew who she was. Various times she even knew who he was. The infamous haircut fiasco popped into Kim's mind. Ron had a date with her, but when he lost the hair, she had no idea who he was. This would probably be another case of that. When the fad was over, which Kim wished was yesterday; he would again be a nobody to her.

As the bell rang, Kim sighed, collected her books, and left the classroom. Ron would cherish anytime he would have with the leggy brunette. Kim knew this and that was the thought that went though her head as she stowed her books in her locker. Kim caught a glimpse of Ron in the halls and waved him over.

"Not heading to the gym today, Mad Dog?"

Ron shook his head. "I got special permission to use the Home Ec room to do some cooking for the bake sale. With my cooking skills now known we can rely on more than your mom's cookies to make us some money for the trip to nationals."

"Well, let's worry about regionals first. First one that finishes meets up the other?"

"You got it, KP."

And with that he was gone in the ebb and flow of the coursing stream of students. Kim made her way to the gym and looked around. Not seeing Amelia, Kim walked into the changing room and started to change. Bonnie was already inside changing and seemed to be in a fouler mood than normal. As she started to slip into her cheerleading outfit Kim heard Bonnie fuming to herself on the other side of the lockers.

"So, what did I do this time, Bonnie?"

"Surprisingly it isn't you, Kimmie; it's Amelia. She totally blew me off at lunch today because my Animology class doesn't gel with hers."

"So, she is really into this thing, huh? While it lasts that is."

"She takes hold to these things and keeps them for a long time. She still organizes her locker according to Feng Shui, and that is like so last year. When it comes down to it she is totally hippy chick. Well, I guess I can cross her off of my party list." There was a slamming of a locker door and the huffing of the brunette out of the locker room.

Kim took a deep breath, shut her locker, and walked out of the room. She scanned the gym and saw Bonnie with Hope, obviously in full gossip mode, at the bleachers. She saw Amelia by the doors and walked over to her. When she got to her she saw the leggy brunette tense a little.

"So did you tell him about me?"

Kim smiled to her, "No, I thought it would be better if you did that. He tends to go overboard when he has to much time to plan, or prepare." Kim looked her up and down and locked eyes with her. "He is my best friend. He is a bit emotional at times, and has a child like view of the world. If you do anything to hurt him, you will be beyond a world of hurt."

Amelia smiled and looked Kim back in the eyes. "You're a blue fox aren't you? I can tell. Have you found your yellow trout yet?"

"I have found one, but trust me, no soul mate is that one."

"Then throw that one back and pull in another one. I have a list of most of the people that have taken the test. Would you believe that in all of the school I have yet to find a pink sloth? They are indeed rare and wonderful people. So, can I find out who he is?"

Kim gave her a half smile of approval, "He is in the Home Ec room. He is baking up some things for the Bake Sale on Friday. Take it slow, if you go to fast you will probably freak him out and then he will try to act like you think he thinks that you want him to act."

"Thanks, I already knew that about a pink sloth." With that she opened the door and walked out. Turning back, "Have fun with your fight with Bonnie," then walked towards the main building. The last thing she heard before the doors closed was the sounds of Bonnie's impudent stomping towards the person that she had just left.

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As she headed for the Home Ec room she thought to herself. 'A guy that cooks. Yes, that fits the pink sloth type. Friends with a cheerleader, well there was that blond guy that always hung out with her… He did seem awkward around people… He had his own style... He was always cracking jokes, even when not quite appropriate…' She didn't finish her thoughts as she turned the corner and approached the door of the Home Ec room. She took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob and slowly exhaled it as she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

Amelia heard the strains of a Britina song coming from a tinny sounding speaker; the off key humming of what could be the song accompanied it. She saw him hand mixing something in a bowl and just watched him. He seemed to be totally oblivious to her presence. He added a few more ingredients after checking the recipe and finished mixing the concoction. He blew air at his nose and a tiny bit of flour wafted into the air.

She slowly stalked a seat to see closer what he was doing. Sitting she sanguinely saw said stud-muffin swirling strawberry slices into a sugary slurry of silvery stuff. (A/N: Okay, I wanted to do alliteration. It is out of my system.) Her eyes roamed his form and took in his details. Nodding, she approved of his appearance. He was relaxed with himself, as she was with hers. He seemed oblivious to the outside world; he was so involved with the mixing of the ingredients.

As he went to frost the cake that was sitting next to him he looked up and saw her looking at him. "Uh, hi… Are you l-lost, Amelia? I mean, I know that I still get turned around here sometimes…"

Amelia shook her head and smiled at him, "No, I'm not lost," she said in her soft, throaty voice. "Kim told me where to find you. It seems that I have been looking for you for a long time, but didn't realize it."

"Whatever I did, I'm sorry…"

She stood up still smiling and crossed the short distance to him, she put her finger to his mouth, "It is nothing that you did, but who you are. More exactly, what you are. I have spent my high school life trying to find the perfect match for me. Jocks, artists, brains, preps, metal-heads," she gave an apologetic smile, "none of them felt right. I took the Animology test and it showed me the light. It showed me what I was doing wrong. It showed me the type of person that I should look for. Do you know what it said was the perfect match for me?"

Ron was mesmerized by her face and her raspy, nineteen thirties torch singer voice at this point and could barely move his head side to side. "I need a pink sloth in my life. I have searched the school over. By Fortune's smiling grace did she let me over hear someone mention they were a pink sloth and a heroine showed me the way to him. Would he deny me the chance to walk with him now?"

Ron did his failing best to keep a goofy grin from spreading on his face. "I know if I was him I wouldn't."

Her hand glided over his cheek till her fingers lightly went through his hair, stopping only when they were behind his head, where they gently grasped a slight handful and tugged lightly. "So, does that mean that you wouldn't mind going out Friday Night?" she asked as her hair fell down gently covering the left side of her face. "It really doesn't matter where. Just so you will be comfortable and be yourself."

"I don't think you would like the myself me…"

She yanked on his hair eliciting a slight moan from his throat. "Don't say that. I want the real pink sloth inside you. Not the mask that you show to everyone." She let go of his hair and smoothed it out. She turned to walk out of the room, hips lightly swaying, as if in light breeze. "If you start trying to put up those masks when you are with me, I will never pull your hair like that again." She had a happy half smile on her face as she walked out of the room with her hips swaying from side to side, leaving an open mouthed, grinning Ron Stoppable floating about ten thousand feet above cloud nine.

Author's Notes: It seems that this 'chapter' is going to be two chapters. So, YES, it will be a TO BE CONTINUED.

Author's Addendum: This is a slightly revised version. Fleshing out… can you do that to a toon? Shouldn't it be inking out?… Amelia a little more.