Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible Disney does... I don't one Ron Stoppable either Disney does... I'm starting to see a pattern here and I don't like it
AN: No school for Ron just yet, he still has a few loose ends he needs to tie up first. Hope you enjoy this chapter, I found something AtomicFire said in his review intersting so I threw it into my story, it was about Tara. Plz review because it stops global warming. Believe IT!
Something was going on with Kim, the way Felix described her actions lately were contradictory. He would have to look into it soon, but for now he needed to be asleep to contact that certain teacher that he told Felix about. Closing eyes Ron slipped easily into deep sleep, bordering on what would look like a coma if hooked up to an EKG at a hospital. This skill required dropping deep into ones mind and connecting to the world of dreams.

"Master Sensei?" Ron's voice echoed throughout the void. "Can you hear me Master Sensei?" Ron stood floating in a sea nothingness. He needed to contact Master Sensei and ask about his parents. His astral projection form was limited to only a few hundred yards from his body. He was making progress but it was slow in coming, hopefully one day he could astral project and travel anywhere around the world, but for now his only option was to try and connect with Master Sensei through the dreamscape. Usually it could only be done when both people were asleep and lucid, but if Sensei was meditating, then it just might be possible. Ron called again.

Suddenly the nothingness that Ron was floating in began to change. Color was introduced bleeding into the void. Next came shapes and forms. No longer was Ron floating but standing on a floor. Looking down Ron saw the same style floor that Yamanouchi used in there dojos. Smiling, Ron watched as walls began to form, candles scattered all around the room. Master Sensei had connected with him in the dreamscape. The once empty nothingness had become Master Sensei's person dojo. Walking over to his usual spot, Ron knelt down and waited for him to appear. He hoped it would not be long. Time moved faster in the dreamscape then it did in the real world. In the span of what felt like a few minutes to Ron was in fact a few hours in the real world.

"Ah, Stoppable-San I am glad that you have figured out a plausible way of communicating with me. This reality that I showed you during your training, will be a most excellent way." Master Sensei's voice could be heard, but Ron looking around could not find him.

"It is no use looking for my metaphysical body for you will not find it" Master Sensei said.

"Why is that?" Ron asked "You were able to make an exact replica of your dojo"

"And that is the reason" came the voice

"Huh?" Ron scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Unlike you Stoppable-San, I am not asleep. Therefore, I can not fully detach myself from my consciousness and enter here. It takes to much energy for me to do so, energy that I already used to create this room." Master Sensei explained.

"Then why bother with the room at all? You could have used that energy to appear" Ron asked confused. "The void looks a little freaky but its not a big deal"

"It is a very big deal Stoppable-San" Master Sensei's voice took on a stern and commanding tone. "You must establish boundaries within the dreamscape, otherwise you could get lost in the void so to speak. As soon as you called my name within the dreamscape I heard you, but I could not find you at first. You may have thought you were in the same spot the whole time but you had moved a great distance. I had not yet had the opportunity to go into detail fully about the dreamscape before you left, and we do not have time to talk about it now. Use caution, for left alone in the void to long without boundaries, you subconscious will start to create the boundaries for you, and your subconscious can be a truly horrifying thing if left unchecked."

Ron did not know exactly what Master Sensei was talking about, but like all his word Ron would take them to heart and obey them. The only time he heard Master Sensei use that voice is when they started training something that if not done right could be potentially harmful to the user.

"I understand I'll be careful when using the dreamscape." Ron said

"Good, good now tell me why you contacted me in the first place?" Master Sensei's voice turned back to his usually centered voice. One that spoke of a serenity only found when truly being able to understand oneself.

"My parents are missing Sensei, the have been for almost two months now. The police and even Kim couldn't find a trace of them. She even started tracing down her usual enemies and confronting them about it." Ron went on to tell Master Sensei everything of importance that Felix had told him.

"I am saddened to hear about the disappearance of your parents, but if I knew anything I would have told you as soon as I had known. I will however find out what I can for you. You must however concentrate on your mission"

"I am Master Sensei, I stopped Monkey Fist's first attempt earlier tonight. The girl is safe still." Ron said "But I can't just put aside the fact that my parents have disappeared. I, I think I can do both, protect the girl and find my parents."

"No, your full effort and skills must go into protecting the girl. As for your parents I pledge an oath on my honor, that myself and the entire school will do everything in its power to locate your family." Master Sensei's voice said.

"Fine, but if you still haven't found them when I've completed this mission then... then I won't take another one until I have found my parents" Ron exclaimed, his voice was firm and final, his powers shimmering underneath his skin but under control.

"I would expect nothing less of you Stoppable-San, and now I believe it is time to depart." Master Sensei suggested as he slipped out his meditation. The void once again began to appear, as the replicated dojo started to fade. Taking the cue Ron started to detach from the dreamscape. He slowly reconnected to the real world. Once he had re-entered his body he felt himself being shook rather violently.

"Ron! Come on man wake up. Were going to be late for school. Don't make me run over you in my wheelchair" Felix threatened, but was more nervous then angry. He had been trying to wake Ron up for the last 15 minutes and He hadn't moved stirred. The only thing the kept Felix from panicking was the fact that Ron had a steady heartbeat, and that Ron's eyes had been moving around behind his closed eyelids, a sign of dreaming. That was 10 minutes ago, now Felix was ready to call his parents and figure out something to do with Ron. However, right when Felix made the decision to call his parents Ron began to awake.

"What time is it?" Ron sat up and stretched exaggeratedly. Glancing up at the clock on the wall Ron jumped up and pointed at Felix. Your going to be late. What are you still doing here?

"I'm going to be late? Don't you mean we?" Felix asked "You said last night that 'we' had school tomorrow"

"Yes, I'm going to school today. I just have to stop and pick up a friend first. Besides I have to meet with the principal at 8:00 this morning to talk about my ummm... summer classes, and to get my schedule." Ron motioned for Felix to get moving.

"Wait, what friend?" Felix asked.

Without saying anything Ron just patted one of his lower pockets. Felix understood at once, he was going to get Rufus.

"Alright man, but I better see you at lunch today" Felix said and with that he left the room.

Shaking his head in amusement, Ron moved to the bathroom for a quick shower. Once squeaky clean, Ron got redressed in his grey khakis and black shirt that was now sticking slightly to his skin in places from his still wet body. Foregoing his leather duster he left the same he came in, through the window.

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Felix was a block from school when his cell phone went off. Taking it out of his pocket he quickly answered it.

"Hello?" Felix said

"I'm only a block away. I can see the school from here."

"What! No, that's not why I'm late"

"Ron showed up at my house last night"

"What!" a female voice screeched loudly, so loud in fact that Felix was forced to move the cell phone away from his ear.

"Yes Ron. Ron Stoppable, the only Ron we know."

"Ron Pennington?" Felix questioned "Who the... look never mind, I don't care who Ron Pennington is."

"I don't care if he is cute, can we focus please?"

"Japan, something about studying over the summer. He's changed a lot."

"He's still the old Ron, its just he's calmer, not as loud as he once was. I'm not sure if that's from studying in Japan, of him just maturing."

"Okay, I am not answering that" Felix said "Okay, Okay, he's matured physically too."

"I'm a guy, I'm not going rate another guy on any kind of hotness scale, unless the guy was actually on fire or something." Felix's grip tightened on his cell phone. "Fine! Okay if I was a girl I would probably say he was drool worthy"

"Monique! That's not what I meant and you know it!" Felix exclaimed loudly. Pause..."I know she likes him. You think it's a good idea? I mean I know its been three months, but maybe he isn't ready yet. He didn't look like he was completely over Kim. Still...fine you win let operation H.U.T.A.R begin." Felix closed his cell phone as he reached the main school doors.

"Sorry Ron, but it looks like Monique has decided to play matchmaker." Felix muttered to himself.

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Standing in front of the mirror, Tara straightened out her newest blouse that she got at Club Banana. It was nice she guessed, it was the latest fashion and everyone who was anyone was wearing one. It did feel uncomfortable though, Ron's shirts were much more comfortable to wear. Her cheeks flamed a rosy color as she turned from the mirror and moved back towards her dresser. Most of Ron's clothes she keep boxed up, but a few of his favorites she kept. Well of few of her favorites that she liked seeming him wear anyway. She was sorely tempted to wear one of those to school instead of just wearing them at night to bed.

Sighing, Tara folded up the shirt she wore the night before and laid it neatly on her bed before heading downstairs for a lite breakfast. Maybe one day she would wear one of Ron's out in public.