A/N Ok part two was ready earlier then I thought, so here it is. And if you're reading this then you're ok with a semi dark story. So enjoy the conclusion.
Heinz Schwartz was a brilliant scientist. He spent years creating and designing new weapons for the American government. Then one day out of the blue, he decided that he wasn't getting enough credit for his work.
He went rogue, he left the United States and began to sell his weapons to the highest bidder. That's when he caught the watchful eye of Global Justice. But they didn't make a move until they found out about a project called Menschlich Bombe. Using nanotechnology, Schwartz created tiny machines that could enter a person's blood stream and would remain inactive until they received a remote signal. Once they received the signal, they would explode, turning the infected person into a living bomb. With that type of technology a person could willingly turn anyone into a weapon of mass destruction.
Global Justice invaded Schwartz's lab, arrested him and destroyed his work completely. Or so they had thought. Somehow Schwartz's personal notebook ended up in the tiny and newly formed South American country of Chenezuela.
The retrieval of the notebook would have to be a covert mission into a hostile enemy's laboratory. Sneak in and sneak out, only one team had a 100 perfect success rate in these types of missions.
Team Possible
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February 25
They huddled together on the roof of the laboratory. Ron glanced inside his backpack to see if the notebook was safe. He took it out and handed it to Kim.
"I think you better hold it. It's probably safer with you."
"Alright" She put it in her backpack and pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade we've got the notebook…"
She stopped and listened to the sound of loud footsteps coming and going.
They're still looking for us.
She turned her attention back to the Kimmunicator "… but one of us…" she glared at Ron, "got spotted on the way out."
Wade brought up a map on the screen. "You're only about five miles from the border. Once you cross it Global Justice will take you home.
"Hopefully we'll be home before morning," Kim sighed.
Ron looked over the ledge of the roof. "We better move soon, they're starting to surround the building."
Think Kim, how do we get out of this?
"We can't let them get this notebook again; they've almost completed the project."
"Let's split up," Ron said suddenly.
"What?"
"We've got to get the notebook away from here right? So I'm going to do what I do best… distract."
"Are you serious? We're not dealing with Drakken here, these are really bad people."
"I know but the way I see it. If they go after me then that's less guys that you and the notebook will have to deal with. Besides they only spotted one intruder."
"No, we're not splitting up, that's just insane!"
"Look Kim, I want to make up for getting spotted," he pleaded.
Looking back on it Kim never really knew why she gave in. Maybe it was the apologetic tone in his voice or the confidence in his eyes or maybe he just looked too cute to say no to in the moonlight. The fact of the matter was that she said ok. Wade downloaded the map to a GJ safe house into Ron's cell phone in a way only he could access it.
The safe house was a place they could lay low if they couldn't make it to the border. They promised to meet there once everything was clear.
"Ron," she said before he could scamper down the roof, "be careful!"
"I'll be fine, just wait and see."
She waited at the safe house for two days, but he never showed up.
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After spending days trying to gather information on Ron's whereabouts from the locals in the city near the safe house, she was eventually captured.
Although they couldn't prosecute her with anything, they still held her as a "special" guest of the state. She stayed in a windowless room where she sat in darkness wondering how Ron was doing, as they interrogated her over and over about the notebook behind a locked door.
The guard ushered her through the courthouse, and finally into what looked like a dining room. Sitting at the far end of the dining table was Dr. Director and a well dressed fat man, which was quite a sight after all the starving people Kim had seen in the city.
"Let's keep this quick," said the man curtly.
"Kim, this is Ramon Arroyo, he's Minister of Information and Foreign Affairs."
Kim didn't bother greeting him, but Ramon didn't seem to care anyway.
"Kim we're doing everything we can to get you out of here."
"You make it sound like Ms. Possible is a prisoner here," remarked Ramon.
Dr. Director turned to him. "She would be if we weren't keeping an eye on you."
Ramon smiled. "You think so little of us. We just want to hear her side of the story. She has done nothing wrong."
"They can legally hold you only until the end of the week, that's when we'll come pick you up."
"What about Ron?"
"I can answer that question," the man replied, he placed a pair of glasses on his face. He opened a folder and read from it.
"It seems that he's been found guilty of trespassing on government property, stealing government property and of being a spy." He closed the folder. "Well, I had no choice but to suggest he be sent him to Prisión de infierno."
"Prisión de infierno?"
"It's the worst prison in the country and there's a rumor that the warden has got a taste for torture."
Kim turned to Dr. Director. "You've got to do something, get him out of there!"
Dr. Director brought her gaze down to floor. "We can't, he got caught, and he broke Chenezula's laws. Global Justice doesn't have the power to get him out."
"What? But he did it to save the world, it was a good cause!"
"Well he shouldn't have gotten caught," interrupted Ramon. "But as of now he's just another stinking criminal, who's gotten what he deserves."
"I never should have…"
Dr. Director grabbed Kim by both shoulders. "Don't say another word!" She whispered into Kim's ears. "Don't give them any evidence to use against you."
A rough looking militant entered the room heading straight for Ramon and handed him a piece of paper. Ramon pushed his glasses up his nose, as he looked the paper over.
A moment later he sighed. "Ms. Possible I have just received some unfortunate news. It says here that Mr. Stoppable is scheduled to be executed, the day before you are set to leave."
Kim felt the strength leave her body, and her legs became weak. Dr. Director snatched the paper from Ramon's hands and read it herself.
Kim looked at her, hoping that is was all a cruel lie. She searched Dr. Director's face for answers, but she didn't get the ones she wanted.
"It's true," Dr. Director confirmed.
A feeling of despair like no other came over Kim. She felt like fainting, then she felt like crying, and then another emotion took over.
She leaped across the table, her anger directed at Ramon. He was an arm's length away when Dr. Director tackled her and pinned her down on the table.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"Ms Possible, laying hands on a man of my stature is a federal offence," he laughed. "It would be to your advantage if you remembered that." He spoke Spanish briefly to the militant. "Please show Ms Possible back to her room."
"Don't do anything stupid," Dr. Director told Kim before releasing the hold on her.
"It's too late," Kim replied softly, and then she allowed the militant to push her out of the door.
Dr. Director turned to Ramon. "Is an execution really necessary?"
"Let me tell you something." Ramon got up from the table an amused look on his face.
"Something off the record of course. This country is on the brink of civil war and as a patriot who is very close to becoming the next president; I would like to spare as much innocent bloodshed as possible."
"You're a saint."
"A saint to some a devil to others. Anyway with that notebook there is no war. A quick slaughter maybe but no war"
"Why are you so sure you'll get the notebook back?"
"Facile, either the boy turns on the girl to save his own life, at which time we'll have the opportunity to "extract" the information from her, or she'll give up the notebook willingly to save his life. Anyway you look at it, we win."
"You'd turn that technology on your people?"
"We must do what we have to keep the peace. And you're not looking at the big picture Ms Global Justice. With this technology, we won't be another filthy third world country featured on American public television. No, that notebook will make us one of the big boys in the playground."
He pointed to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have urgent matters to attend to."
Without saying another word, Dr. Director headed for the exit.
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Her room was anything but, it was more like solitary confinement. The only thing in the room was the steel door leading out. There were no lights, no bed, just the cold darkness.
They pushed her in and locked the door behind her. A small slot opened in the middle of the door.
"The boy doesn't have to die. Tell us where you hid the notebook and we'll let you both go."
She said nothing.
"Oh, and by they way, you probably noticed the clock on the wall."
Kim looked up half heartily at the large LCD screen on the wall. It was counting down from seventy-two hours.
"That was installed especially for you. It's the countdown till the execution, just a little reminder of what's at stake here."
"When you're ready to talk just yell, remember it's the only way to save him."
The slot slammed shut, leaving her in complete darkness. This was ok because it was easier to cry when no one was around.
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Even in the dense fog she knew they were surrounded by enemies on all sides. They had to do something quick or they'd be killed.
"Ron, follow me, I'll get us out of here." She reached for him in the dense fog and grabbed him his sleeve.
Leading him by the arm she ran through the fog. They were going to make it out no matter what. She would save them both.
Suddenly Kim knew that she was losing her grip on him. Something was pulling him away from her. She couldn't hold on, she was losing him. She felt his hands hand slip past hers and his fingertips brush past her palm.
This couldn't be happening, she was supposed to protect him, and she was going to save them both. She reached for him again in the fog, but her hands came up empty.
"Ron!" she cried.
He was gone.
"Ron!'
Kim sat up in the darkness, short of breath and sweat pouring down her face. The nightmare had left her completely shaken. She looked up at the clock on the wall
It read sixty hours until execution
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"Alimento," someone called out unceremoniously. A dirty dish was pushed through the slot in the steel door.
Kim heard the food splat on the floor, and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten in days. But she didn't care about that; she didn't care about anything right now.
"Coma," yelled the voice, but she ignored it. The familiar click of the slot shutting came a second later.
"You know KP you should probably eat something"
"What?" Kim got up from the cold ground. "Ron is that you?"
"I know it's probably gross but so was the cafeteria food at Middleton High."
She saw him appear from the darkness and tears of joy rolled down her face.
"Ron, it is you!" She jumped at him, but to her surprise, she went right through his body.
She hit the ground hard, landing directly on her elbows. She looked up from the ground, but he was gone.
"What… how?"
"Kim…"
He was now standing in front of her.
"You should really eat something, it's not healthy."
I'm going crazy.
"Kim you…"
"No," she crawled away from him, "you're not real."
"Please eat something; you need food to keep alert."
"Leave me alone, you're not real!" she screamed at him. She pulled her legs to her chest and buried her face in her knees.
A minute later she looked up to see that he was gone. Silently she slowly crawled towards the food in the darkness and devoured it the second she found it.
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Twenty-two hours until execution.
"Ron?"
He reappeared from the darkness. "Yes Kim?"
"I want to apologize."
"Apologize for what?"
"Even before we were dating, you sacrificed so much for me. You put my happiness before yours. You always put your life on the line to help me even when you were scared out of your mind. You've done so much for me over the years; remember how much you did just to return an overdue book for me? I might have taken all that for granted. So I'm sorry."
He said nothing.
She stared at him for few moments; then she started to cry again.
"Ron, I'm going to tell them where I hid the notebook."
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can, I have to!"
"It wouldn't be right."
"Letting you die alone isn't right!"
"You've seen the starving people in the streets. Any government that would let their own people starve don't deserve anymore power then they already have."
"I don't care about the people!"
"You know that's not true."
She continued to cry in front of him.
"Kim I decided to split up, remember? And if you think about it, I knew where the safe house was, I could have given you up to save my own life. But I'm not."
"Well you should!"
"But you know I won't."
"You're right," she said sadly, "you're going to sacrifice your life, take one for the team right? Yeah, you would do something like that."
"Yep and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect my decision."
She looked up at the wall, eight hours until the execution.
"I'm going to miss you Ron."
"You look tired Kim, you could probably use some sleep."
She rubbed her eyelids. "You might be right."
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Six months ago
Kim straightened out the bed covers. Everything seemed to be in perfect order. She grabbed a bag of red rose petals and spread them all over the bedspread.
Ok, the parent's and the tweebs are gone. This has to be the most romantic night ever!
She quickly pulled off her clothes until the only thing she was wearing was a lacy see through nightie. She checked herself in the mirror.
Sweet and sexy
She grabbed some fruit scented body lotion and spread it across her arms and legs. After a quick body sniff test to make sure everything was perfect, she lit a few scented candles and dimmed the lights.
Ok he'll walk in and I will be…
She sat on the bed, arched her back a little and pushing out her chest.
No that's a little too slutty…
She lay down on her stomach, her chin resting coyly on her hands
No that's really stupid, no one does that. I'll just stay under the covers.
The minute she was under the covers her palms began to sweat. Her heart was beating faster and faster with every additional second. She was completely, spiritually and physically ready for this. But she was also frightened. They were going to the next level. This was big.
"Ok," her voice cracked, "you can come in now."
The door of her bedroom opened up and Ron slid into the room in nothing but a T shirt, his boxers and socks.
"What are you doing?' she asked.
"They say," He began, "the males of the Wompei tribe of Southern New Guinea begin they're mating ritual by serenading the female."
Kim laughed. "Who says that?"
From out of nowhere he pulled out a hairbrush. "Your first trip to nirvana will be by way of song."
"And the second trip?"
"Well," Ron laughed, "….well you'll still be going to nirvana but the journey there will be a lot more satisfying."
He twirled the hairbrush in his hand and used it as a microphone. "I never needed love. Like I need you, and I never lived for nobody. But I live for you, ooh babe. Lost in love is what I feel, when I'm with you."
He gave her a sultry look as he started to circle around the bed. "Maybe it's the way you touch me. With the warmth of the sun, maybe it's the way you smile. I come all undone Ooh babe. Lost in love is what I feel, when I'm with you."
He grabbed her hand and kissed the center of her palm "Baby! Ooh I get chills when I'm with you oh. Oh baby my world stands still when I'm with you."
Kim laughed again all of the anxiety she had felt before had melted away.
Ron continued "I never cared for nobody, like I care for you. And I never wanted to share the things; I want to share to with you. Ooh babe, lost in love is what I feel, when I'm with you."
Suddenly he leapt from the floor onto the bed. Now standing on the bed, he pointed at her.
Baaaaaaabbbyyyyyy yeah ! Ooh I get chills when I'm with you oh whoa oh whoa oh. O baby my world stands still when I'm with you oh.
Baaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbyyyyyyy! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Ooh I get chills when I'm with you oh. O baby my world stands still when I'm with you, when I'm with you."
He looked up to the ceiling to dramatize him hitting the final high note.
Kim clapped and laughed at the same.
Ron huffed and looked down at her. "How was that?'
"That was great," she said, "but I hope you didn't waste too much energy."
"No it's fine. I had a couple of energy bars on the way over… plus a protein shake. Some PowerAde, a twelve pack of jolt soda, and………………..a bag of sugar."
"How is your heart still beating?"
"Oh, I wasn't dying before tonight, oh no way, no how!" He took a deep breath. "Is there any more space under those covers?"
"Maybe," she said seductively.
Before she could blink Ron had joined her under the covers. Then everything started moving significantly faster, it was escalating past light touching, brushing and tickling.
Kim brought her face closer to Ron's. "Smile for the camera."
"Try to stop me from smiling."
"Ron, after this, I just want you to hold me."
"I can do the cuddling thing."
Her eyes slowly shut and they moved faster together. Her hair moved backwards and forwards as it flowed over the pillow and brushed against his face. Ron's brain was on fire, his pulse was quickening, his head grew light.
He shuddered and he called out Kim's name loudly.
Much later, when it was over, really over, neither of them could move. They just held on to each other. Kim laid her head on Ron's chest and gave his arm a little squeeze.
She woke up to realize that she was squeezing her own arm in the darkness.
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Eight minutes until execution
Every second off the clock was like another needle in her spine. She just stared at the clock, paralyzed, unfeeling.
The sounds of loud yelling were coming from behind the door, it was all in Spanish so she couldn't understand it, not that she cared anyway. Her eyes were on the clock, and the clock was right now her whole universe.
"Ms. Possible, time is of the essence"
It was Ramon.
"The boy will die very soon. I've got the phone next to me right now, the warden had been instructed to stop the execution the second his phone rings."
Kim ignored him; it was now down to six minutes. Her stomach was beginning to rumble, and a chill was climbing up her spine.
"Did you hear me; are you aware of the time?" He screamed at someone else "Es el reloj que trabaja…..Si?"
"Maybe you think we're bluffing. I assure you, we are not! The boy will die in a matter of minutes."
"How you holding up KP?"
Ron had returned.
"It's really hard." She watched as another second passed away.
"Ms. Possible, we are running out of time."
"What do I tell your parents? I won't be able to look them in the eye."
Ron sat down next her, shoulder-to-shoulder. "You'll figure it out. It'll be hard but you'll get through it."
"Ms. Possible, the phone is right here beside me…"
She scooted closer to him. "I can't imagine going home without you. I don't think I'll ever step into a Bueno Nacho again."
"Hey, hey, you don't need to add more suffering in your life."
Three minutes until execution
"Senorita I do not believe you are thinking clearly."
"When I'm gone, they won't have any more leverage over you."
"I know; he's getting really desperate. If he comes in here I'm going to break his neck."
"Wait a minute; the KP I know wouldn't do something like that. Don't use this as an excuse to do anything crazy."
"Ron, you're a figment of my imagination, things have gone beyond crazy."
At the two-minute mark, Ramon's demanding turned into pleading. His advantage over her was slowly slipping away.
At the one-minute mark, Kim started to sob again. "I thought I could do this, but this is just too hard"
"Just stay strong Kim, it's almost over."
"Give me the damn notebook!"
"Every cell in my body wants to tell him about the notebook."
Thirty seconds
Kim clenched her mouth shut, and she started to rock back and forth
"Tell me!"
"It's almost over KP."
Twenty seconds
"You can still save his life, don't let him die"
"SHUT UP!" Kim screamed.
Ten seconds
Her gently sobbing changed to loud weeping. "Ron, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for you."
"Well then, just say goodbye."
Three
Two
One
The clock struck zero and Kim crawled up into a ball, as she continued to cry. She whispered 'Goodbye Ron' but she was once again alone in the room.
"Mierda!" Ramon screamed as he pounded on the door. More Spanish obscenities escaped his lips as he walked away.
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The next morning: March 16
Halfway across the room stood a long metal table with two people sitting behind it, before the table Kim sat on what looked like an uncomfortable chair. Her hands were handcuffed behind her, her feet were tied together.
One of the men sitting at the table was Ramon Arroyo. He dabbed his forehead with an already wet napkin. His head gleamed with sweat and he was breathing heavily.
He spoke with his assistant in whispers, certain words such as rebels, the capitol, and riots, could be heard from the conversation.
Ramon took a sip of water.
"Forget Global Justice, forget the rebels. I don't care how close they are, we haven't lost this country yet," he said this a bit louder then he intended too.
Kim didn't say a word; she just listened to the pitter patter of rain on the windowsill.
"Ms. Possible, I'm afraid you're meeting with Global Justice has been cancelled, by me. But I assure you, there is a plane waiting for you if you cooperate."
Kim ignored him, a dazed look on her face.
"The time for diplomacy is over, you can tell us willingly or you can tell us in pain."
A lone soldier brought in a small trolley on the shelf was a small car battery. The machine was already humming.
"So, will you talk?"
Her face remained emotionless.
"Do it," said Ramon.
One of the guards grabbed the rod and slowly moved towards her. When he was just inches away from her, he got the perfect view of her slipping out the handcuffs. Before he could react, she grabbed the hand that held the metal rod and guided it to his groin. The electric shock dropped him immediately. Then she pushed herself backwards, landing on her back, she put her feet up and began to unravel the rope around them.
"Get her" Ramon screamed to his assistant.
The assistant got up and rushed towards Kim, but she had already freed her feet. From her back she kicked the overturned chair into the assistant's path. He tripped over it and smacked his head against the trolley. Ramon ran for the door.
Before he reached it, he was grabbed by the collar and tossed against the wall.
"Wait!" he cried.
She punched him in the nose and shattered it immediately. He pulled a small knife and thrust at it her. She caught his hand by the wrist and twisted his wrist, causing him to drop the knife. She kicked him in the stomach and sent him sprawling across the floor. He attempted to crawl away when she kicked him in the ribs, then she stepped on his hand breaking a few fingers.
"Please wait, I've got money"
She pinned him to the ground, her eyes livid with rage. "Is money going to bring him back?" She smacked in the face. "Look at me… is money going to bring him back?"
The sound of dozens of footsteps could be heard behind the door.
"Do you hear that?" he sputtered. "You'll never get out of here without me. I'll help you escape."
"Who said I wanted to escape?" His eyes remained on hers a little longer, the eyes of a person hell bent on vengeance. He saw his possible future in those eyes. He began to talk faster, spouting anything that might save his life.
"Shut up!" she screamed at him.
'Please don't kill me," he cried.
"I would… I'd love too, but if I did, then I wouldn't be the KP he knows."
She raised her fist and threw the hardest punch she could manage. She struck him in his fat cheek, blood, spit and teeth spraying out of his mouth, across the floor. He gurgled something incomprehensible before he passed out.
Kim took a deep breath and got off him. A disgusted look came over face when she realized that Ramon had completely soiled himself. Her nose twitched when the smell reached her.
The door burst open, and she readied herself for the group of soldiers that would come in guns a blazing.
"Kimberly Ann Possible?"
Kim spun around two armed Caucasian soldiers entered the room, followed by a flood of differently uniformed Hispanic soldiers.
"Who are you?" she said.
"I'm Agent Franklin, this is Agent Johnson. We're here to rescue you."
She was puzzled. "I thought Global Justice couldn't interfere like this?"
Agent Johnson grinned. "Who said we are? As far as these guys are concerned Global Justice was never here."
Kim looked at the other soldiers who were now tying up Ramon and his assistant. "Who are they?"
"They're the rebel army. Officially, they're the ones who rescued you. We're just here to give direction, off the record of course," he laughed.
"Rebel Army?"
"What, haven't you heard? You're in the middle of a revolution."
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Kim walked out of the courthouse building alone. She told the agents that she just wanted to stretch her legs for awhile. She walked out into the rain and let it wash over her.
"Excuse me, seniorita."
Kim turned toward the voice, a rebel soldier in crutches limped towards her. One of his legs had been badly injured.
"Are you perhaps Kimberly Possible?"
"Yes I am."
He smiled. "Come with me."
"But I…"
"Please, it'll only take a moment."
She conceded and followed. They walked for a few minutes until they were at the farthest side of the courthouse, when he turned to her. "Please wait here."
"What's this about?"
He ignored her and disappeared behind the corner of the building.
She shrugged and looked up into the sky letting the rain wash over her face. It felt good, like a cleansing of sorts.
She sighed. "I love you Ron."
"That's good to know."
Her head snapped at the direction of the voice.
There she saw Ron leaning on Carlo's body. He grinned at her. "Yo."
She ran to him but stopped halfway. "Wait, you're real right?"
Ron looked at her puzzled and then at Carlo. "Yes, last time I checked, I do exist in some form."
Kim ran forward and embraced him with a huge hug.
"Ow Kim… hold on, that spot is a little tender." He showed her his shoulder, which was heavily wrapped in bandages.
"What happened?" she cried.
"The guy who was aiming at me was a bad shot, luckily the guy who was aiming at him wasn't."
He looked at his shoulder and then at her. They looked into each other's eyes as if they were the only people around.
"But I guess I could probably endure a little bit more pain. Right Carlo?"
"Certainly Mi Amigo. Go for it."
"Alright!" He grabbed Kim and planted a huge kiss on her. They tightly embraced each other, the memories of the horrors they had endured was behind them, it was the past and this was the very enjoyable present.
The broke apart only to catch their breaths, then Kim leaned forward and kissed him as gently as she had ever kissed him.
"I think that was well worth the pain," he said.
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A few hours later
Kim used her fingers to dig into the soft ground by the river. She dug until her fingers found what she was looking for. She pulled the notebook out of the earth.
"Why don't you just leave it in the ground?"
"Because Ron, I wanted to do this."
She pulled out a lighter and lit the pages of the book on fire, then tossed it to the earth, watching it slowly burn. She didn't take her eyes off it until there was nothing left but ashes.
"Well I guess it's really over now… I wonder if this country has a Bueno Nacho and a good therapist."
"Not until we get home."
"What, for the therapy?"
"No, Bueno Nacho, my treat."
"Aww, but I'm hungry now!"
"Our plane's waiting, we've got to go."
"Do you know what I went through for you? The least we could is pick up some takeout."
"We could go for take out or we could get on the plane and I show you how to become a member of the mile high club."
Ron did a double take, his eyes widening, before a broad grin spread across his face. "Suddenly, I feel really full!"
"I thought so," she replied coyly.
That's it folks I'm done with the one shots for now, I'm heading back to my main series. It's been a pretty creative roll and I've learned that one shots are pretty cool. I've already got ideas for some more,but that'll have to wait. Read and Review of course!