AN: Big thanks to CaptainKodak and Classic Cowboy for helping with this bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim, Ron, or any of the characters in this story, except for the ones I made up.
Into The Darkness
Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable walked into Biology class hand in hand and the buoyant state of mind Ron had been in immediately dissappeared. Seeing the dissection plates placed at each lab table in the room reminded him of what he had been dreading since he woke up this morning: they were supposed to dissect frogs today. He had squirmed his way through the earthworm dissection, at least there was no blood or anything then, but he didn't know how he was going to make through this class without fainting.
"Aw, man, do we have to go through this again, KP? I ask you, when are we gonna need to know how to disembowel a frog in the real world?"
Kim smiled slightly before answering, "Ok, Ron, graphic much? It's just a frog; it's not like you're performing brain surgery. Just follow the instructions in the handout and you'll be fine."
"Yeah, but, it's not even the dissecting really; it's the blood and guts that are gonna be spewing out every which way." Ron said, zooming his fingers off in different directions.
Kim sighed exasperatedly, wondering how Ron, who had been in more battles than most people see in a lifetime, could be scared of a little blood and frog guts. "Tell you what, Ron," Kim started, looking at her best friend since Pre-K, "I'll slice, you direct, ok? You can even hold the instructions over the frog the whole time so you don't have to see any of the nasty stuff, all right?"
Ron considered this for all of two seconds before nodding, "Ok, KP, you got a deal."
Kim gave a sigh of relief, 'Another crisis averted.'
Mrs. Pearman walked in after everyone was seated. "All right, settle down everyone, and wipe those disgusted looks off your faces. I'm not terribly fond of this part of the curriculum either, but it's got to be done." She said resolutely as she pulled on a pair of surgical gloves. "Now, those who are carving will take your scalpel and make a half-inch incision along your frog's stomach. Those who are cringing will hide behind the instructions sheet unless you are feeling brave." She said jokingly. It was at this point that the silence of the lab/class was disrupted by a loud beeping noise. "I thought the school handbook was very clear on cell phones in the classroom." Mrs. Pearman said evenly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Pearman, it's the Kimmunicator." Kim said with a slight flush. She pulled out her personal communication device and hit the answer button as Ron leaned over to see what Wade had to say this time. Wade was a ten-year-old super genius and Team Possible's mission and gadget supplier. He was slightly fluffy owing to the fact that he preferred soda and fast food, and that he hardly ever left his room. As a matter of fact, now that Ron thought about it, the only time he had ever seen Wade in the flesh was after Team Impossible, a world-saving team for-hire, had fried his entire system. "Sitch it, Wade." Kim said to the small, blue-clad, African-American boy on the other end of the feed.
"Kim, got a red alert here. Shego and a group of flunkies are holding your mom and a load of other people hostage at Middleton General."
The initial look of fear on Kim's face was quickly replaced a look of extreme anger as she answered, "Got it, Wade. We're good as there, right, Ron?" Kim said, looking to her friend and partner.
"Right, KP." Ron said with a determined look on his face.
"Already got a ride set up with Mr. Hossley from Chris's Copters."
"You rock out loud, Wade," Ron gave a thumbs up to the tech boy. "Let's hit it, KP." Ron said with a look to his friend.
"Right. Mrs. Pearman, sorry about this, but you heard. It's my mom; I've got to go."
"I understand, Ms. Possible, but you will have to make up this class when you get back."
"Done deal. Thanks." Kim called as she ran out the door with Ron on her heels.
Bonnie Rockwaller just harrumphed as she watched Kim go. "I don't see why those losers get to skip out just because her mom can't take care of herself." She said irritably.
"That will be quite enough, Ms. Rockwaller." Mrs. Pearman said sternly before turning back to her instruction book. "As for the rest of you, we've got a long way to go so swallow your disgust and get back to work."