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Eurotrip – Chapter 13Kim was slightly amused, yet still greatly concerned, by how Ron was acting. Ever since boarding the plane, he had been antsy, with just a hint of terrified. It was like he was being told they were heading to Wannaweep for a week. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why he would act that way. It wasn't like they had been to Norway before.
Kim got up from her seat, moving over beside him and wrapping an arm across his shoulders. "Ron, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"
"I don't know KP." Ron's hands fidgeted briefly in his lap. "It's just… when Wade mentioned Norway, it was like… like painful and cold and… and…"
"Ron, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's bugging you. I mean, just a couple days ago, you took out an entire army of mutated monkeys. Are you telling me that a simple trip to Norway is worse than that?"
"Yes!" The last statement came out louder than he intended, and Ron took a moment to catch a deep breath. "I don't know what it is KP, but when I think of going to Norway, I just… I keep thinking about losing you for some reason."
Kim slid her arm away, only to take his still fidgeting hands in hers, holding them tight. "Ron, you know you'll never lose me." She smiled brightly when he looked up at her.
He smiled briefly in response. "I know that KP, I'm not even sure why I feel this way. It just… you ever get that feeling that something is wrong? I mean, it doesn't feel wrong now, but like something in the past, but not in the past, and… am I even making sense?"
"Not really, but then you rarely do."
Ron gave her a wry grin and she giggled softly. "Sure, mock my pain."
Kim leaned over, kissing him lightly on the nose. "Ron, it will be fine. We'll get there, stop Dementor, and then get out of the country quickly. You won't even know we've been there."
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"Does it seem cold to you? Maybe we should have brought jackets or something."
Kim glanced back at her whispering boyfriend, as they crawled on their hands and knees through the ventilation shaft. "Ron, it was almost eighty degrees out, and we're inside right now. It's not cold."
"It sure feels cold."
Kim groaned slightly, pulling out the Kimmunicator. "Wade, we're in the building. Do you have a lock on Dementor?"
"It looks like he's in the main bio-lab, about one hundred feet ahead of your position."
"Any idea what he wants?"
"Not too sure." Wade was working on his computer, typing furiously. "BMI currently has over a dozen on-going projects, any one of which might interest him."
Kim frowned, pausing to think. "I don't know, it doesn't seem his style. He's always been more interested in the high tech side of things, like the pan-dimensional vortex inducer, or the kinetic modulator."
"Well there was his mutagenic plants."
"Mutagenic plants?"
"Sure KP, you remember?" Kim looked over her shoulder at Ron, who just nodded in agreement with Wade. "He had those prickly posies, and that nasty chrysanthemum, and…"
"Ron… I don't remember any plants of Dementor's."
Ron froze for a second, then smiled. "Oh right, that was when you… I mean… umm… never mind."
She watched Ron's expression as he went from smiling to embarrassed in the span of two seconds. "What aren't you telling me?"
Ron shook his head quickly. "It's nothing, really. It was just a small thing really, when I was trying to find that library book I… I mean…"
"RON! You lost my book, didn't you? I was stuck in library lockup because of that!"
"KP, it's in the past. I mean, that was over a year ago, and… I mean… I did stop Monkey Fist from unleashing a horde of ghost monkeys. He would have succeeded if I hadn't lost that book!"
Kim ignored him for a moment, turning back to the Kimmunicator. "And you, you knew the whole time, didn't you? That wasn't a video game at all, was it?"
Wade glanced sheepishly about, before hitting the keyboard again. "Umm… it looks like I'm getting some interference on your end. I'm losing signal with you. I'll have to talk to you later."
The screen shut off, darkening the shaft. Kim could still hear Ron behind her, trying desperately to explain himself. Kim stopped a moment to think about it, and then gave a small chuckle.
Ron froze entirely at that, wondering just what she was going to do. "Umm… KP?"
Kim sat down, keeping her head low so that she could look at him better. "I'm fine Ron, I'm not mad."
Ron glanced furtively around. "Umm… you're not?"
"No, I'm not." She jabbed her finger into his chest. "But you and me are going to have a serious talk about withholding information."
"Like when you fought Duff in Paris?"
"Yes, like when I… ahh… what?"
Ron just grinned, sliding past her. "KP, you flew by on his parachute just when we had our picture taken."
Now Kim was blushing fiercely, though it was a little too dark to tell. He pressed close, giving her a brief kiss. "It's no big KP. You took care of Rufus, and that's what mattered."
Kim returned Ron's grin. "Yeah, and I guess you had my back too."
A small growl drew both their attentions, and they glanced down to see Rufus on the floor of the shaft, looking quite impatient. The little guy just glared at them, looked down at his paw as if he was wearing a watch, and looked back up to glare at them again. Kim and Ron both chuckled at that.
Kim gave Ron another brief kiss, before starting back down the shaft. "Rufus is right, we should get going before Dementor finds what he's looking for and gets away."
Ron paused only long enough for Rufus to jump onto his shoulder before following Kim. "Thanks buddy, that would have been awkward, having come all the way to Norway only for the bad guy to get away."
Rufus only grunted, muttering disdainfully about Norway the entire time.
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Professor Dementor shouted in triumph as his fingers clasped over the item he had spent considerable time seeking. "At last, the Notel Mutagenic Agent is in my grasp. Soon, I vill unleash my mutant army, and nothing vill stop me. Nothing! Ha hahaha!"
After the laugh, Dementor paused, as if listening for something. Gerald, the henchmen who had found the agent, leaned forward, looking questioningly at his boss. "Umm… sir… is something wrong?"
Dementor shrugged and shook his head. "No, I just expected, after that rousing villainous speech, that someone, maybe even Kim Possible herself, vould have shown up then." Dementor almost looked disappointed. "Oh vell, ve have what ve came for, let us get…"
"You're not going anywhere Dementor, except maybe to a small jail cell."
Dementor glanced down at his wrist, checking the time. "Ms. Possible, your timing is very much off. I expected you a couple minutes ago."
Rufus just growled softly, and both Kim and Ron could see the little guy standing on Ron's shoulder, paws crossed in front of him. "Yeah, sorry about that, we had a small personal issue to deal with."
"Vhatever, I do not care. You just missed your cue, but vhat do you care about villain convention."
Kim and Ron shared a brief glance, and it was Ron who responded. "Dude, we're sorry. If you want to do the rant thing again…"
"No, it is too late, and it just vould not be the same." Dementor nodded to his team of henchmen. "Vhat are you vaiting for, get them!"
Four of the six henchmen advanced quickly on Kim, who leapt deftly away. Ron smiled, and knew that the four of them constituted little more than a gentle workout for his girlfriend. He turned his attention to the two henchmen who advanced on him. "So you guys work for Henchco, huh? I heard they have a great medical plan."
"Oh yeah, too bad you can't say the same thing."
Ron ducked under the swing, simply dodging the blows. "Come on, you have to have better lines than that. I mean, don't they teach you anything in henchmen school. You know, dire threats one oh one?"
Dementor's voice carried over the sounds of battle. "Lars, Gerald, just stop the buffoon before he can interfere!"
Ron ducked around another punch, a broad grin spreading. "Gerald? Okay, now Lars is a henchmen name, but Gerald?"
The burly henchman grunted, as he swung wildly. "Gerald is a fine name for a henchman. What's wrong with my name?"
Ron chuckled softly as he grabbed Lars' arm and swung him away. "I don't know, Gerald doesn't seem like a henchman name. I mean, it seems more like a name for an actuary, or an accountant."
Gerald grunted as Lars ran into him, and he pushed his compatriot away. "Do you know how hard it is to get a job in the accounting field? They all want at least three years experience before they'll even look at you. Besides, the pay is better as a henchman."
Ron jumped over the prone form of Lars, who lay gasping for breath on the floor. "How much better?"
"At least double. Plus, you get to see the world, working for supervillains."
Ron nodded thoughtfully, before ducking under another shot. He had yet to throw a single punch, but one of his opponents were already down for the count, and the other had sweat streaming down his face. "Now you see, I did not know that. Do you guys get vacation time too?"
Gerald grunted as he stumbled a bit, maintaining his balance. "Three… three weeks every… every year. Christmas bonus is… is pretty nice too."
"Does bail come out of your paycheck, or do they cover that too? I always wondered about that."
"Ron, could you stop playing around." Kim stood just to the side, her four opponents completely out of it, lying on the floor. "If you want to talk to the henchmen, do it after you've captured them."
Gerald chuckled softly. "That girlfriend of yours… is a real slave driver, isn't she?"
"Ah, KP's not that bad. She just doesn't like me to get distracted when we have a mission to do." Ron paused briefly, glancing up at the bigger man. "You do know I'm going to have to beat you now?"
Gerald looked at his five compatriots, and sighed. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?"
Ron shrugged briefly. "Don't worry, you won't need to make a medical claim at all, but I am going to have to knock you out. It's been nice talking to you."
Gerald threw one last shot, and he knew he was going down for the count when he missed. Ron dove under the arm, coming up behind the burly henchman, and struck quickly to the back of the man's skull. Gerald dropped quickly and soundlessly.
The two teens turned quickly to Dementor, who stood there with a smile still on his face. Kim took a step forward, making sure not to step on any of the goons at her feet. "It's over Dementor, give it up."
"That is Professor Dementor to you, and you vill not stop me from taking vhat I vant. Not vhen I have my bio-repellant shield!"
Kim leapt forward quickly, as Dementor's hand went to his belt. She had no idea what a bio-repellant shield was, but she didn't want to take any chances. Unfortunately, he was too far away, and managed to hit the button before she could reach him. A blue field surrounded him quickly, flaring just a few feet all around him. Kim, unable to halt her momentum, slammed into the field and bounced back, falling quickly to the floor.
Dementor laughed, as Ron bent down to help Kim back to her feet. "My bio-repellant shield has halted you in your tracks Kim Possible. Now, nothing vill stop me. NOTHING! Ha hahaha!"
Dementor continued chuckling as her headed for the table where he had left the canister he sought. He reached for it, and was shocked when it rolled off the table. He reached for it again, and the canister rolled across the floor. Perplexed, Dementor scratched his head. "Vhat is this?"
Now it was Ron who was doing the chuckling. "Dude, the bio-repellorthingie. What you're stealing is bio, isn't it?"
Understanding crossed Dementor expression, followed by a look of chagrin. "This is… but a minor set-back. You still cannot stop me from escaping!"
Kim just nodded thoughtfully. "You know what the problem with the shield of yours is? It still allows an awful lot to get through. Ron, hold your breath, would you Hon."
Kim stepped up to the edge of the field, and opened the very small kissy-face chapstick container. Ensuring she had a deep enough breath, she pointed the open end towards Dementor and waited. She could have sworn it was potent enough to see the wisps of noxious gas.
"Vhat is that? That vill not stop me… that… oh man…" Dementor stumbled, and fell to one knee, "that… that is most foul." With one final struggle, Dementor fell back, passing out before he even hit the floor.
Kim capped the canister, waiting a few more moments for the air filtration system in the building to clear the worst of the smell. Ron gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as she put the canister away. "Badical thinking KP. But what do we do with him now, that field is still on?"
"I've got an idea."
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"You know KP, I never thought I'd ever put that whole 'touching someone with a ten foot pole' saying into practice." Ron wavered slightly, bracing the long instrument in his hands and aimed yet again for the button on Dementor's belt. For the fourth time, he missed, poking the older man in the belly. "Oopsy!"
Kim just gave him a look. "Ron, I think you are enjoying yourself a little too much. Besides, they're only six feet, not ten." Kim herself took another shot at it, grinning slightly when she too poked him in the belly.
Ron wasn't fooled though. "I saw that look. Besides, he deserves it, considering he interrupted our vacation." For a fifth time, Ron's aim was off. Dementor's stomach was going to be a little bruised when this was over. Ron smiled at a sudden thought. "Too bad he doesn't giggle like the Pop Pop Porter Doughboy when we poke him."
Kim laughed at the thought, but decided enough was enough. This time, her aim was true, and the shield fell as soon as she made contact. Ron looked a little crestfallen. "I guess the fun's over, huh?"
Kim just smiled at him as she moved quickly to restrain the diminutive scientist. "Don't worry Ron, we'll have more fun when we get back to our vacation." Once she was sure that Dementor was secure, she pulled out her Kimmunicator to signal Wade. "We've got Dementor ready for pick-up. How long until our ride gets here?"
Wade looked a bit nervous in Kim's eyes, and that assessment was confirmed a moment later. "Sorry Kim. Umm… there's no one available right now. I did manage to get you a great place to stay for the night."
Ron's eyes were wide, his face pale. "Stay? For the night? No… no, we can't stay for the night. KP, tell him we can't stay for the night!"
"Amp down a sec Ron. Wade, where are we staying?"
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The door was opened for them by the hotel manager, and Kim gaped at the spaciousness of the room. This was far more than they were used to, even on their vacation to date. She noticed Ron didn't seem particularly impressed, and kept glancing back and forth, as if expecting the furnishing to attack at any moment.
"I can't tell you what an honour it is to have the world famous Team Possible staying here at the Grand Hotel. And please, everything is on the house. After how you saved my cousin when his cruise ship was going down, it's the least I could do."
Kim smiled as she turned to the very pleasant man. "It was no big, Mr. Torhild. It was just a simple snag in the lifeboat lines. I just spotted it first."
"You are far too modest. And please, call me Tomas."
Kim exchanged pleasantries for a few moments more before the hotel manager departed. When she turned to find her boyfriend, he was still glancing every which way, shivering slightly. Rufus was already on the bed shivering, as the little naked mole rat was gathering as many of the blankets around himself as he possibly could.
Kim just sighed, pulling Ron close to her. "Ron, what's the matter now?"
"I don't know KP. I just don't like the thought of spending the night in Norway."
Kim snuggled tighter against him, trying to calm his shivers. "Ron it's just for one night. Besides, this is a five star hotel. I noticed that they have a hot tub here, and it just so happens that I managed to pack at least one thing here that might make this stay more memorable."
Kim whispered softly in Ron's ear, and his eyes widened perceptibly. Slowly, an almost lecherous smile crossed his face. "Booyah!"
A knock at the door interrupted them before Ron could move away to get changed, and Kim answered the door. Tomas stood at their door again, only this time, he wasn't alone. A bellboy followed him, pushing a cart that carried the distinct aroma of food.
Tomas smiled when he saw the young man more relaxed. "I am sorry for interrupting you, but I thought you might enjoy some room service. I heard you had a long day."
Kim noticed the attentiveness Ron and Rufus were paying the cart, and smiled when Rufus abandoned the blankets, jumping almost straight up to Ron's shoulder to get a better look. "That's nice of you. I am a bit hungry, and I think they are too."
Ron and Rufus just nodded their assent quickly. Tomas seemed quite pleased. "Ms. Possible, Mr. Stoppable, I had the kitchen bring up some Norwegian dishes that I hope you will enjoy." Tomas nodded, and the bellboy lifted the lids on the dishes with a flourish.
Unnoticed, Ron and Rufus' eyes went wide, and their hearts beat heavily within their chests. Their breathing became shallow, and a look of panic spread across their features.
Tomas motioned his hands over the dishes, not having noticed their reactions yet. "These are the most popular dishes in Norway, meat cakes and lamb and cabbage stew."
Ron and Rufus responded as one. "NNNOOOOOOOOOO!"
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Author's Notes – Well folks, Johnrie18 will be taking this right until the final chapter, when I wrap this story up for everyone. Stay tuned, because this ride just got intense!