Evolution: Middleton Monster

Make it Official

By Noveler00

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the characters of Kim Possible or X-Men Evolution, so don't sue you won't get much. I write fanfics for the pure enjoyment for all, without any profit. Enjoy

AN: OMG I finally go this chapter done. After 3 revisions and hacking it in half I finally got it done. This was a hard chapter to write. Duh, I just briefly explained the process I went through. It is now to my liking. Oh the other half I hacked off will end up being the next chapter. In other words it's almost done so I might be able to update soon, I hope.

A cold autumn morning, Kim had gotten up much earlier than she usually would, so that she could check on Ron. After the mission they had last night, she was concerned. He wasn't hurt; in fact, he was in good health according to the paramedics. The thing that really bothered her was that Ron couldn't remember what had happened. How could he not remember? Monkey Fist was beaten to within an inch of his life. Whatever happened to Fist scared him beyond any rational reasoning. He kept babbling on about a monster. Despite the injuries Monkey Fist sustained, Ron was untouched. Sure Ron's clothing was destroyed, but there wasn't a single scratch on him.

Monkey Fist was attacked; there was no question about that, but by what. All of the captured animals were still in their cages; they couldn't have hurt anyone. Even Wade couldn't find anything. There were no tracks and no reading what-so-ever of another creature in the immediate area. It certainly wasn't a creature DNAmy couldn't have created. As crazy as the woman may be, she wouldn't intentionally create such a savage animal. If she did, she would have tamed it immediately. It was a complete mystery.

It was a little before seven when Kim reached the Stoppable home. She hesitated for a moment before knocking, afraid that something might be wrong, that the doctors at last night's scene missed something and Ron was in terrible pain. 'Someone would have called if that were the case,' thought Kim. She pushed that horrible thought aside, 'Ron's ok.' With the utmost confidence, she knocked. Moments later, the door opened.

"Hello Kim," spoke a rather surprised tall blonde woman in glasses.

"Good morning Mrs. Stoppable," replied Kim with a hearty smile. "Is Ron up?"

"Oh yes. He's been up for quite some time now. He's in the kitchen." Mrs. Stoppable stepped aside opening the door complete allowing Kim passage into her home.

Kim hesitate a moment before entering the home, pondering about Ron's recent actions.

'Ron, up early,' thought Kim. 'This was something new. Maybe he's planning one doing something big. It's the only time I can think of him actually getting up early for anything.'

Upon entering the Stoppable household, Kim was hit by a wall of aromas. The scent of cinnamon, buttermilk, cooked eggs, and a few others filled the room. She turned to the kitchen across the room. She saw a light haze floating within the cooking area, within that haze was the cook.

"Hey Kim," called out Ron. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on you," replied Kim.

"Coolio."

"Oh Ron," called out Mrs. Stoppable, "I'm headed off to work. You be sure to lock the door before you leave. Ok hone."

"No probamo, mom," said Ron as flipped pancake from the pan in one hand onto a plate in the other.

"Good-bye Mrs. Stoppable," added Kim.

"Good-bye Kim." Ron's mother smiled at both Kim and Ron before leaving the house.

"What's with all this?" asked Kim walking over to Ron.

"What's with what?" countered Ron as he walked over to the dining table on the other side of the kitchen.

"All this," said Kim holding her hands out at the dining table. On the table were several other breakfast dishes.

"Oh that… You won't believe how hungry I am." Ron set the plate down, and then sat himself down.

"You can't be that hungry Ron. You made enough food to fee a small army. I mean I haven't seen that much food since that banquet we went to last week."

"You're exaggerating."

"That's still a lot of food."

"I know, but the first thing that hit me when I got up was food." Ron promptly stabbed a fork into the stack of pancakes.

"When was that?" Kim cringe as Ron seemed to inhale plate of pancakes.

"When was what?"

"Time, when did you get up?"

"Uhm, I think about five." Ron quickly tossed down a couple of cinnamon rolls

"Five! Aren't you tired?" They had gotten home late from the mission.

"Not really. I actually feel… pretty good." Ron began carving into a very large omelet.

"Are you ok Ron? I mean nothing really weird happened to you last night?"

Ron tried to reply, but found he was struggling to swallow last bit, actually chunk, of the omelet. He began pounding his chest trying to force down the mass of food, it help a little but it still had a hard time going down.

"Ron," shouted Kim, quickly rushed to his side. She helped by padding him on the back.

The mass of food finally passed through in Ron's stomach. Ron quickly too a need gasp of air, followed by couple more heavy breathes. Ron turned to Kim and smiled, he wanted to say something to thank her but he found himself distracted.

"You got to slow down Ron," said Kim as she stepped back giving Ron some space. "It's not healthy to eat that fast."

Ron didn't respond he just kept smiling at her. Kim smiled back in response. 'Maybe there was nothing wrong with him,' she thought. Ron kept on smiling.

"So Kim," said Ron still holding a smile, "whatcha doing later tonight?"

Kim was taken back by the question. It was odd because Ron knew the answer to it.

"I'm hanging with you at Bueno Nacho," replied Kim looking at Ron with questionable intent. "It's Naco Night."

"Why don't we make it official?"

"What," she said almost shouting.

"Let's make it official."

"What, like a date?"

"Yah, I mean you are over Josh, right?"

"Yes, but…" Kim was completely flustered "You're asking me out?"

"Is that a problem?"

Kim was flustered, "Yes… No… Why they sudden interest?"

"Kim, we've been best friends since pre-K. Do I have to have a reason to ask my best friend out on a Friday night, especially when that friend is the most beautiful girl in the world?"

Kim could swear her jaw nearly hit the floor. Ron was hitting on her! The sheer notation that Ron would do such a thing was enough to take her breath away. Kim couldn't hide what she was feeling as her face turned shades of red that could almost match her hair.

"What do you say Kim? Is it a date?"

Kim gathered the words she wanted to say. They weren't much, if at all. This came up so suddenly and without warning. Sure if he would have pulled out a death ray, she would know exactly what to do. Ron had blind-sided her and she didn't know what to do.

"It's just Bueno Nacho," she finally replied dejectedly.

"So we can catch a movie later. I'll let you pick the movie this time." Ron let out a smile. It wasn't a normal smile; it was a smile to get himself noticed, by the girl he was flirting with. It was accompanied by a several movements of his eyebrow, again to gain the attention of the girl.

Kim was flattered by the jester, but there was still some speculation. The idea of them even going out was notion that Kim rarely treaded on, but they were practically inseparable. They were seen together more times that any couple in school.

The food chain wouldn't allow it. Kim was at the top of that pyramid while Ron rested at the bottom. The social caste system at school would be rolling in laughter or disgust. Either case Kim would imagine Bonnie leading the council to throw her from the top of the mountain.

Ron's a nice guy, funny, and a goof at times, but he was always true. Those same qualities also keep from rising in the food chain. He wasn't a selfish guy, always thinking about other before himself. He wouldn't hurt anyone, even those who may deserve it. He was a prodigy, everything good and nothing bad, an anomaly within the social system.

All that the social system cares is his place in the food chain. The system dictated that Kim say, 'no.'

"I'll think about it," Kim dejectedly replied.

"No rush Kim," said Ron still with a smile, half heartily. "When ever you're ready."

Kim's played out like any normal day: classes, classmates, teachers, and Mr. Barkin. However, Ron's proposal lingered over her. It was difficult to forget since they had every class together.

From time to time Kim could sense Ron giving her glances, similar to the ones earlier at his house. He was trying to get her attention; he even resorted to throwing small bits of paper at her. Whenever Ron had her attention, he would show her a funny face. The faces were enough to make her laugh quietly and sometimes feel embarrassed because he did in full view of the entire class. Ron didn't seem embarrassed at all. The aura of confidence he possessed was stronger than she had ever seen. No student or teacher could bring him down. Bonnie, for one class, was in complete disgust by Ron's act. Thou, there was a moment that Kim could swear she saw Bonnie smile at one of Ron's faces shortly before cover her face with her textbook.

Ron was different today Kim could feel it. He had so much more energy than she had ever seen him with. His level of confidence had taken off by leaps and bound. He was even quick-witted at time, following up with some humorous anecdote or punch line when his natural clumsiness struck. Then did something that Kim couldn't imagine him ever doing.

"Are you sure it wasn't just an accidental brush?" asked Monique doubting Kim's accusations of Ron at one of the many cafeteria tables.

"It was a full palm contact," exclaimed Kim with a low but pronounced voice, "on my butt! It was no accident."

"Did he squeeze?"

"Monique!"

"Ok, calm down." Monique held her hand up in defense.

"I swear Ron is acting like he's a... a guy. An immature one at that."

"This is news, how?"

"Ok, bad analogy. But, I'm still pulling wads of paper out of my hair," Kim demonstrated by pulling a wad out and showing it to Monique. "It's all cute and everything, but…"

"But, what?"

"I…"

"You…"

"I… I think he's crushing on me. He even asked me out on a date."

"But you're going to Bueno Nacho, its Naco Night. You two always hang out there on Naco Night."

"He wants to make it official."

"What like a date-date, not 'with my best friend' date?"

"Yes. He's even want to a go to a movie."

"What, some zombie ninja flick?"

"Actually," Kim shied a bit, "he's letting me choose the movie."

Monique's face grew stern; her eyes squinted as she leaned over to Kim, "You did say yes?"

"Actually, I told him I would think about it."

Monique pulled back smacking her own head as she did, "You may as well have said no."

"No, I really am thinking about it."

"Thinking about what Possible," came a vicious voice belong to Bonnie. "About that loser? I couldn't help but over hear that he had the nerve to ask out a cheerleader, you I believe."

"This is none of your business Bonnie," said Kim with the distaste that only Bonnie could bring out of her.

"Oh," Bonnie's eyes brighten at a newfound prospect, "this is my business. Anything that has to do with the natural order of things at this school is my business. You are a cheerleader, top of the food chain. Stoppable is a bottom feeder with the rest of the urchins. You can't possibly agree to go out with him. It's bad enough that you hang around him. It's even worse that he is part of the cheer squad. He is an outcast and he'll bring you down with him. Not that I wouldn't mind."

"Ron's a nice guy."

"And nice guys finish last. Face it Kim, he's a loser. He's a doormat that everyone steps on everyday when they leave their house."

Kim was furious, emitting a growl toward Bonnie. Monique intervened before Kim could do anything else, "Calm down Kim. Bonnie's just jealous."

"Of what," sneered Bonnie?

"That all your dates don't have a collective IQ of 2."

"The dumber they are the better. Doesn't require as much work when they are stupid." With that Bonnie walk off to her own private circle.

"Oooooh, Bonnie," spoke an irate Kim Possible. "I'll show her."

"Kim," a touch of concern was in Monique's voice as she called Kim, "Don't do it. Don't go out with Ron to prove Bonnie wrong. He desires better than that."

Kim covered her face with her hands and slowly pulled them down washing away the anger, then sighed, "You're right, but Bonnie's got a point."

"You mean about dumb guys."

"No," Kim gave a look of disgust to Monique's response. "She's right about the food chain."

Monique quickly interjected, "So what are you saying? You're better than Ron." Monique followed up with hard stare at Kim waiting for her answer.

"Yes… No… I don't know…"

"Kim, forget about the food chain. As far as the school is concerned you two have been an item since day one."

"They have?" asked Kim questioning the statement.

"Well, that's what I think, but I'm not the only one. Look Kim, go out with him. I know you two go out practically everyday. Don't do it because I said so. Don't do it to prove Bonnie wrong. Do it because you feel its right. And if you ask me what my opinion is, it's right."

Kim took a deep heavy sigh, closing her eyes and search within herself. Ron was always by her side through thick and thin. through the good times and bad he was there. He had gone with her to corners of the world, from the highest peeks to the deepest depth he was with her. Would anyone else follow her into such dangers that her missions brought. Would anyone else go out of their way to make her feel better she wasn't at her best. Who else could make her laugh so easily?

'SLAM!' A heavy lunch tray landed on the cafeteria table with a mountain of food piled on it. The thunderclap surprised Kim taking her away from her thoughts.

"Ron!" called out Kim realizing who had just sat down. Her surprise was short lived as she gazed with disgust at the pile of food on his tray.

"Dude," addressed Monique sharing Kim's disgust, "that is seriously a lot of food."

"I know," replied Ron.

"You had a king's feast this morning," added Kim. "You can't be that hungry."

"I don't get it either Kim, but I am famished." Ron quickly began to dig into the mount of food before him. It was almost disgusting how fast Ron was about to devour the high school cuisine.

"You do realize that that is cafeteria food, right," asked Monique?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Only if you value your stomach."

"Look, if I can stand up to deadly robots, armed henchmen, and death rays I think I can stomach a little cafeteria food."

"You don't, Kim does."

"A minor technicality. Either way I mange to survive many situations most people would cower in fear from."

"You mean runaway from."

"I don't runaway. It's more of a tactical positioning. Waiting for the right moment to pounce."

"Which is what, never?"

"Actually Kim does the pouncing."

"He distracts them," added Kim.

"…by running away," added Monique.

"Everything works out," finished Ron with a smile. He then continued to wolf down the mountain of food before him.

Kim suddenly felt a nudge under the table. It had come from Monique who looked at her with a straight face. The black girl motioned her head toward Ron as if trying to tell Kim something. Kim knew right away, what she wanted, but she was still uneasy about the idea. They had for so long made it a point to everybody that they were not going out together as a couple, but they always went out together.

Kim began to wonder, of all the guys she had dated or met, that the one she was looking for was right under her nose the whole time. Ron knew more about her than she would care to admit to anyone. He was a shoulder to cry on when life got rough. He was the voice of confidence when she was too afraid. Most of all, he was true: to himself and everyone else.

"Ron," called Kim, as if she was calling for a complete stranger.

"Yah," said Ron with his mouth full.

"Manners Ron!" Her tone changed to annoyance.

"Sorry KP," said Ron after swallowing hit last bite of food. "What's up?"

"Remember this morning?"

"You mean all that food I made?"

"No. I mean do you remember what you asked me this morning."

"Oh, yah, I remember."

"I told you I would think about."

"I could have handled a 'No' Kim."

"I really meant it Ron, I was thinking about it."

"You were really?" Ron's eyes opened with surprise.

"I wouldn't lie to you Ron. You're my best friend and I was hoping that," Kim's voice grew quiet, "you would be my date for tonight?"

"Excuse me," Ron leaned over to Kim holding his hand over her heard to help funnel the sound, "I didn't quite hear that."

"Will you be my date for tonight?" she said a bit louder than before.

"What?" He replied with a smirk of deceit.

"Ron!" He was still flirting with her; Kim couldn't help but smile at his antics to gain her attention.

Suddenly Ron reach out had held up Kim's hand and kissed it, "It will be my honor to be your date for tonight Kim Possible." Then with smile and a cool suave voice, "Boo-yah!"

Kim was as red as her hair, her jaw had hit the ground a second time today, and this was Monique's first.

"Girl," address Monique staring at Ron as he began to eat again, still in awe of his action, "Who is that?"

"I think its Ron," replied Kim staring with Monique and in awe.

"He can't be Ron."

"He looks like Ron."

"He eats like Ron.

"He said, 'Boo-yah' just like Ron."

"Girl, don't let him go."

AN: The biggest challenge I had with this chapter was putting Ron ooc (out of character). I tried doing this by having him check out and hit on other girls. Then I realised Ron is not above that. The very first episode of serious had Ron checking out Shego, although it was a video image he was checking her out. In the 'Sitch in Time' he made a pass on Bonnie. So i scrapped it, well not entirely.

Other notes, I said in the last chapter that I would say what the big mystery was, I lied. I'll tell you in a couple of chapters, I swear :) I know this is the 3rd chapter and my summary said this was a crossover. Trust me it is, I'm just not going to dive head first into it. I'm slowly breaking in. It turns out that this fic is going to be longer than I thought.