Chapter 7, I almost lost interest inn this story but I got back to it. There's been alot of the evil Kim & Ron type stories popping up recently and I'm all like, jeeze, everyone elses is so much better. Thats ok though cause I have some interesting ideas that should make mine stand out on its own. I'm sorry this ones short but its kinda like peiced together so I wanted to get it posted and have a fresh start on the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoyes.

Somewhere in the middle

"This is most troubling. I hope the others are able to make it." Thought poured from the figure as he padded briskly down the stainless corridor. Grave worry forced a bead of sweat to his forehead as two shutter doors slid open abruptly as if responding to the presence of the body approaching. Light reflected from beady eyes as he entered the brightly lit oval room. Glancing around he was greeted by hushed glances from several of
his comrades seated around a large meeting table. Several others standing engaged in hushed conversation nodded in acknowledgment of his arrival and returned to their rightful seats at the table. He remained standing for a moment looked around the table, his eyes pausing to connect with each figure seated, the florescent lighting seemed to highlight the concern evident in each figures features. Finally he took a few deep cleansing breaths and took his own seat and prepared to address his comrades.

"Hoosha!" He was definitely the larger of the group and indisputably the head of the table. His fist rose to the breast of his blue rubbery armor sealing the greeting emanating strongly from his lips.

Audibly each member's fist found their chest as they responded in unison to the cry. "HOOSHA!"

"I'm glad you could all make it on such short notice. I'm assured you all know why this emergency council was ordered."

One of the members stood at the far end of the table. "Yes Omega, we are aware of the severity of the situation. We must quickly come to some counter measures." The figure was clad in chest armor similar in fashion as the rest of the council's members; his specifically colored a dark green. He sat calmly looking around the rest of the table.

Another spoke. "This does not bode well. We must take action!" Quietly others at the table began talking amongst themselves in agreement.

Standing abruptly yet another in red armor spoke almost out of placed. "No! We must not interfere." His hands followed his words almost as descriptively as the tone in his voice. "Many times before events have unfolded in this manner and time and time against they have righted themselves unassisted." He paused and looked around, hands steadying him self on the table.

A shorter member clad in black murmured almost under his breath. "Obviously Gama you have overlooked the Tempus Simia incident."

"Come off it Epsilon! 3000 took care of the situation; both Prime and the guardian will prevail!" Gamma's tone border lined irritation.

Riled, Epsilon shot to his feet and slammed his fists to the table. "3000 may have taken care of it but serious repercussions resulted from the interactions of those Threads!

THAT is the very thing we are to prevent!" Eyebrows flared, the short dark figured tensed in righteous anger.

"Gentlemen. That is enough." A distinct voice called from the head of the table silencing the two standing members. "The safety of the Threads is of utmost importance but the guardian and Prime are also valued. We must not bicker amongst ourselves."

Epsilon and Gama glared at each other. Both still stood, brows deep, bodies tense, nostrils flared: neither wanted to relent his position yet both knew that Omega had already ended the quarrel. Finally almost in unison they slowly sank returning to their seats, eyes still locked on one another.

Omega released a deep sigh and returned his attention to the full council. He folded his hands and glanced around the table solemnly trying to recollect his thoughts. "Now, as bad as the situation appears I suggest we remained calm. I also suggest instead of action we remain in vigilant observation." Those last words escaped his lips with slight hesitation at the thought of such a lax solution. Surely the council will oppose me for such a request.

Around the table the council members began chattering discourse. Can this be tolerated? What should become of Prime if the situation get out of hand? The guardian is not capable! This is most distressing. The low whispers and murmuring continued its rounds around the group, each having his thoughts added to the last as it revolved. The chatter finally died down as Omega began to speak again.

"I hope you all can agree that the situation is grave and that prudent discretion is required. I once again request that we remain in observation until the situation requires us to alert Prime. If the situation takes a turn for the worst then we will immediately intervene." The head of the table once again looked solemnly around the table at his comrades. Many faces of concern and disgust looked back at him sending a wave of uneasiness over his frame. "If necessary we will directly alert Prime ourselves." Omega added shortly hoping to calm the council. A fresh quiet fell over the room until slowly one by one the voices returned to conversation. By Prime's name they must listen to reason. Direct action may damage the Threads unnecessarily.

The murmuring commenced again but quickly subsided as another figure rose to his feet and cleared his throat. The council quieted at the gesture allowing him to speak,

"Omega, on behalf of the council I must make it known that we feel that the situation unfolding before us is of the utmost importance and possibly the gravest challenge we have faced to date…" he paused and looked gravely around the table, the rest of the council all nodded and gestured their approval. After moment he continued, "We the council are in agreement with your recommendation of continued observation. Your cool headed thoughtfulness has lead us down the correct path many times and we respect your direction in this as well." The speaker nodded silently and took his seat.

Omega nodded gratefully in return and addressed the council. "Thank you delta. Are all members or the council in agreement in this course of action?" Omega looked out upon the council expectantly and then released a deep breath in relief. Every single member stood to his feet in unison and shouted as they placed their fists to their chests.

"HOOSHA!"

The Flip Side – High above the City

The unruly blonde hair of the freckle faced youth would not be contained as the two villains skimmed through the cool night air. The grin smeared on his face border lined maniacal but he didn't care. His eyes danced mirthfully, wickedly even as the thought passed through his mind over and over again.

Shego is gone. No one can oppose me.

He looked over at the red head sitting in the passenger seat of the hover car, she sat there, head propped against the window glass, arms crossed tightly, annoyance almost visibly radiating from her body through the skin tight body suit.

Ron grinned and looked smugly at her. "We finally did it" he smiled coolly at her as if he was some little boy showing off his new toy. His hands remained firmly on the controls carefully guiding the craft towards the offshore lair as he waited smiling triumphantly.

"Whoopee" his passenger lifted a finger in the air and twirled it in mock excitement.

Ron scowled and stomped on the braking mechanism forcing the vehicle into a violent tilt. The hovering saucer bowed dangerously then flung back to level sending its passengers rocking in their seats. There they hung in mid air, several hundred feet above the nearest building top, moonlight shone through the clouds bathing the couple in blue light.

Ron stared hard at her, his brows casting shadows over his cold eyes. "I'm really getting tired of your lack of enthusiasm Kimberly."

The curtain of red hair fluttered gently as she shifted.

"We've conquered the world, and banished the only two beings who could stand in our way to who knows where. You should be happy about our triumph. The world belongs to us!" Ron grinning again wiggled his eyebrows mirthfully but quickly grew vexed at her lack of response.

"Fine then" he almost growled "I conquered the world! You ungrateful…"

"I don't care Ron." She interrupted him with a quiet sharp voice. She shifted
again.

"Huh?" the male was suddenly confused by her response.

"I don't care about Shego." Her voice slowly grew louder as she sat up from
her slumped position. "I don't care about the world." She was now approaching his side of the craft, her voice steady and full of angry determination. Ron shrank back against his seat as she walked over to him. She lashed out and grabbed his left wrist tightly and shoved him further back into his seat. Kim's green eyes nailed him to the spot, locking with his brown eyes. Her words were tight and deliberate as her actions. Straddling his lap she kneeled on his seat effectively pinning him down. She paused for a minute and examined the confused questioning look on his face. The freckles scrunched up under his
eyes in bewilderment as she flung her hair back and stared at him. She looked hard at him. She would get is attention. She was determined; he had nothing to distract him.

"There is only one thing I want you to conquer Ron" she wrenched her wrist forcing his hand to her thigh and reached up jerking down the zipper on the front of her body suit as if trying to seal her statement with a visual exclamation point."

Ron shivered. The moment his eyes made contact with those petite perky mounds of pale silky flesh his body shut down paralyzed leaving his brown irises locked like deer in headlights. It took only moments for his brain to reboot and kick in the defense mechanisms. He squirmed in a moment of weakness and stammered unconvincingly "Knock it off…"

Ron's brow dove setting his eyes hard against her. She scowled, her teeth clenched together tightly. Sharp green eyes stabbed at the male.

"You…" Kim's words ground out between her teeth sending a shiver down Ron's spine. She trembled with anger, her knuckles burned white as the moonlight illuminated the two. They hung suspended just above the city lights in almost dead silence. The soft hum of the hovering craft's engine droned on providing white noise among the still air. Both of them were still, Ron remained trapped in Kim's grasp, her soft body hung over him still willingly exposed to her companion. Her face flickered between her emotions, hurt, confusion, rage, lust, loneliness, desire; she trembled. She sunk back away from him, her hands letting go of her grasp on him, her body tensed as she tried to swallow her hurt and regain some face.

"Fine Ronald." She stood and zipped her suit back up tightly to the neck line, smoothed her hair and stepped a foot onto the edge of the craft. Ron cringed and shifted forward his hands moving as if to reach for her until they hesitated and shrunk back. She looked down at him, her eyes held with false indifference as her body tried to compose itself.

"Enjoy your world alone Ron." With that her mane of auburn spun around and she leapt from the side of the craft sending it rocking gently.

Ron reached out again to where Kim had been standing his hands aching with regret but it was too late, she was already free falling towards the city below leaving him hovering in the moonlight alone. "WOMEN!" he grunted as he spun and took firm grasp on the controls and set the craft moving forward again. "Who needs them!" He scowled deliberately hard. She was a liability. She was a tag along. He didn't need her! Unfortunately for him his face refused to retain the thoughts ruling his current state of mind. Minutes later as his eyes revealed his heart; a single lone tear sparkled in the moonlight as it trailed its way past three freckles.

Thanks for reading! Please R& R. I love checking out everyone else's stories in thier profiles. So much good fanfic and not enough time to read and write!