Disclaimer: I don't own Kim and the gang. If I did, I'd hire a bunch of y'all and make the series sing. But Disney owns it and has their own fine writers. To quote Ron, "I got nothin!" and I get nothin!

Chapter 7: Duff Strikes

Kim and Ron were settled at the Possible kitchen table, working on their homework. Ron sat bolt upright and grinned. "I get it now. Yin and Yang, what a concept! This Chinese Philosophy rocks!" Rufus raised a fist and clearly said, "BooYah!"

Kim looked up from her book. "What are you talking about?"

"Think about it, Kim." Ron said. "The idea of Tao is that the Universe is in balance between Good and Evil. If one side, like the villains we fight, steps up to do their thing, the other side... us, steps forward and balances it all out! And before last summer, it was taking place on the local level too. Remember the battles between you and Bonnie?"

Kim looked surprised at Ron's revelation. "That's right Ron." She paused and pondered. "But 'Bad Bonnie' is gone and the 'Good Bon Bon' has taken over. So... who's my local arch foe now?"

Ron's good mood went south. "I haven't figured that one out yet."

The Kimmunicator sounded, BeepBeepBeBeep! Kim pulled it out of her cargo pants pocket and turned it on. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

Wade Load appeared on the screen. "Kim, Duff Killigan is heading for the U.S. Golf Open being held at the Rivera Country Club, in Los Angeles."

Kim stood. "And our ride?"

"Will be at your house in five minutes." Wade smiled and took a sip of his ever present soda.

Kim smiled at that. "I'm sure glad G.J. sprung for the landing pad in the back yard. The neighbors were starting to complain. They said all the choppers and VTOL's were blocking the street. Thanks Wade."

Rufus climbed on to Ron's shoulder as he grabbed his backpack and headed for the downstairs bathroom. Kim ran up to her room. They both, dressed in their mission clothes, walked out the back door as the jet landed. "Kim, do you know your brothers are storing your Dad's J200 rocket fuel in the downstairs bathroom?"

Kim waved one hand dismissively, "As long as they keep it below forty seven degrees Celsius.." They climbed aboard and the jet immediately took off straight up.

Ron screamed, "I wasn't ready!" as he finally got the last of his safety harnesses buckled.

A familiar voice came over the intercom. "You ready now, Son?"

"Yea, go ahead." Ron said, pouting. The engines of the VTOL swiveled and the forward thrust pushed Ron deep into his seat. "Is that you, Major Grandness?"

"Affirmative! I was still in the area when I heard the squawk you needed another ride. It's my honor and privilege to help you two, whenever you need it." The Major gave a thumbs up signal to the two passenger behind him.

Ron turned to Kim. "You remember what we were discussing?'

Kim thought for a moment, "You mean about Philosophy? Yeah."

"Well, I have an idea. Can I try something when we meet up with Killigan?"

Kim's demeanor darkened. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I thought we could maybe talk this out instead of fighting."

Kim thought about it. "As long as he's not firing exploding golf ball at us... Knock yourself out." She quickly added, "Figuratively speaking, of course."

Twenty minutes later, Kim and Ron were on the hill overlooking the front nine holes of the Riviera Golf course. They could see Duff Killigan lobbing exploding balls into the sponsor's tents below. "You ready Ron?" Kim asked as she hit a concealed switch. A hang gliding rig burst out of her back pack and a helmet was placed on her head. Ron followed suit.

Our two teen heroes took a running start off the cliff's edge and slowly glided down to the course, landing behind Killigan. Both sloughed off the back pack rigs and casually tossed aside their helmets.

Kim stepped forward and took a deep breath, ready to yell to the villain. Ron put his hand on her shoulder. "Kim, may I?" Ron pleaded.

Kim stepped aside and, with a grand bow and sweeping arm, motioned Ron to take the lead. He boldly strode forward and yelled, "HEY, DUFF! TIME OUT! TIME OUT!" (He was trying to be heard above the explosions.)

Duff spun on his heels. "Ach! It's the lad and lassie out to spoil me fun!" He teed up another ball.

Ron formed his hands into a T shape, the universal signal for time out. "Duff, we need to talk!" Ron covered the pitching wedge distance in no time flat. Kim sauntered, warily, behind.

"Aye, what'cha want to talk about boy?" Killigan asked as he leaned on his club.

Ron walked over to the golf fiend and threw his arm around Duff's shoulder. "You're a professional golfer, Right?"

"Aye."

"And a very good one at that. Right?"

"Aye."

"Well," Ron paused for a moment. "As a professional, you know there are rules and regulations for the game. Right?" Ron put his other hand on Duff's chest.

"Aye, what's your point, lad!"

"Well, follow my reasoning here. You should follow the rules because it makes the game more interesting... more fun. Now, there are rules and regulations in real life too. You haven't been following them very well either, have you?"

"Aye, they banned me from the game so I went rogue. What else was I to do?"

Ron stepped back a little and put his hands on Duff's shoulders. "May I ask you a question? Why did they ban you from golf... a game you love so dearly?"

Duff Killigan pondered the question. "I guess it's cause I got a wee bit of a temper. They said I wasn't fitting in with the," he used air quotes, "'Pastoral Setting' befitting the game."

Ron took a step back and put his hands on his hips. "And how do you feel about the game now? Is it any fun playing by yourself? Don't you miss the competition and camaraderie of a foursome on a bright, dewy spring morning?"

Duff's body slumped forward in anguish. "Aye, I do so miss the fierce competition. It's nay fun playing alone!"

Ron smiled a little as Kim stepped up beside him. "And how can you get back to being that kind of golfer? What did they tell you when they imposed the ban?"

"They said I needed to get me temper under control." He looked up at the two youngsters standing in front of him. "But I don't know how!"

Ron walked over to a golf cart and picked up a pencil and scorecard. As he walked back, he wrote something down. "Here's the phone number for the International Anger Management group. I AM is located in London and I'm sure they can help." Ron handed the card to Killigan and stuck the pencil in his pocket. Rufus popped out and, holding the pencil squeaked, "Souvenir!"

Duff just stared at the number as he was surrounded by law enforcement. He looked up at Ron with a tear in his eye as handcuff were placed on his wrists. "I do so want to get back to the game I dearly love. I'll give it a go, lad."

Ron put his arm around Kim's waist and said to Duff, "I think if you pay for the damages and promise to get help, they might go easy on you."

They watched as Killigan was led away. Kim spun one hundred eighty degrees and landed with both arms around Ron's neck. "I'm impressed! What made you think of that?"

Ron gave her a peck on the lips, "The Tao says that there's also good and bad in each of us. I just figured I'd try to find the good in Duff! Plus, I've been doing a little research. I found out about his past and why he was banned. It all just came together when we were studying." He gave her another kiss.

They turned and walked, hand in hand, towards the vehicles. Kim stopped suddenly and spun to face Ron. She put her free hand on his chest as she queried, "You think you could talk Shego out of fighting?"

There was a pregnant pause as both ran the scenario through their heads. "NAAH!" they both spoke in unison.

"Jinx," Kim added giving him a little kiss, "You owe me a soda."

"OH MAN!"

A/N: Yes, I know I posted a one shot called "Tao of Kim Possible." It was a such a sweet concept I had to include it this story.