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Chapter 5 Back In School

The vehicle stopped in front of Middleton High School. The driver got out and ran around to open the passenger door. Kim and Ron stepped out. "Thanks for the ride, Agent Du," said Kim.

Global Justice Agent Will Du shook Ron's hand. Turning to Kim, he bowed gracefully and kissed her hand. "It was all my pleasure."

Kim, in total shock said, "No big." She and Ron turned to go into the building. She turned back. "Will, you've changed since we went on the Killigan mission. What's the sitch?"

Will stopped, rubbed his chin with one hand and leaned on the hood of the big black SUV. "Ah... Ask you boyfriend." He quickly got in the vehicle and sped off.

Kim looked puzzled and turned to Ron. "Ron, what did he mean?"

Ron sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "You remember when we were at G.J. Headquarters last month?"

Kim looked at him sternly, "And...?"

"Well, we had a little talk... about how he treated you on the mission... aaaaand... I pointed out that you did all the work... aaaaand... he said he was in charge and he did it all... aaaaand... I guess I got a little miffed."

"You got a little miffed?"

"Well, maybe irked is a better word," Ron said quietly.

"And?"

"Yea KP. Well, I guess I got really irked. The Monkey Power kicked in and..." Ron looked at the ground and kicked at an imaginary stone.

Kim, her hands on her hips said, "AND... ?"

Ron let out a long breath. He knew that tone of voice. He had to tell her. She would settle for nothing less than the truth. "Well, you know when the Monkey power kicks in, I start to glow. That shocked him a little." He paused, set himself and looked her in the eyes. He stated, matter-of-factly, "I verbally tore into him. I told him, in no uncertain terms, not to demean or mess with you or Team Possible. Then I slugged him on the jaw. I pulled my punch as best I could, but you know me when I get that way." Ron turned from her and looked off into the distance.

Kim's jaw dropped and her eyes got as big as teacups. "You struck a G.J. Agent? You hit Agent Du? " There was a pregnant moment of silence as Ron just stared and Kim pondered.

Kim put her hands on his shoulders and spun him around. She brought him into a big bear hug. Ron's eyes bulged. (From surprise, not from the hug.) "You stood up for me!" She pulled out of the embrace and planted a big kiss on his lips. Ron was initially shocked, but quickly melted in to the big buss.

When the kiss broke, their heads were still touching. Ron sighed, "Careful KP, school grounds. No PDA, remember?"

Kim sighed and quickly spun him one quarter turn to face the building. She hooked her arm in his and skipped towards the entrance. Ron joined in.

After checking in with the main office, (Something they always did, in the middle of the school day, when they returned after a mission,) they went to their respective lockers and grabbed their books. The third period of the day had started ten minutes earlier so they had the hallway to themselves. They stopped outside the classroom door and enjoyed a final kiss before the drudge work of school settled on them.

Just as Ron grabbed the doorknob, "POSSIBLE! STOPPABLE! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Mr. Barkin walked up behind them. "I saw that. You know the rules, no Public Displays of Affection on school property. Explain!"

Kim turned. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barkin. I just found out Ron stood up for me against a G.J. Agent. I had to reward him!" The puppy dog pout started to creep onto her face.

Mr. Barkin melted. "Stoppable...? Stood up for you...?" He put a hand over his eye and cleared his throat. He spun on his heels and walked away. "Very well then, just this once. Get to class."

After Barkin turned the corner, Ron leaned over to Kim and gave her a peck on the cheek. "BooYah," he said softly. They went into the classroom.

As Mr. Barkin turned the corner, a smile broke across his face. "There just might be hope for Stoppable yet." He thought. "First his grades are improving, now he's showing some backbone. Against a G.J. Agent no less. Yes, there might be hope for Ron yet!" He started to whistle a pleasant little tune.

A/N: I know. I write em short and sweet. That's my style, just like on TV with commercial breaks every 10 minutes. Now, go raid the fridge!