(A/N) You're lucky you have me as an author, I paid a kid three bucks to get off the computer so I could post this for you.>>>

Ron started to crack his neck as he dropped the last of Yori's luggage. Ron had been quite surprised to see how much she had packed.

"Geez Yori, think you brought enough of Japan with you?"

Ron's jaw dropped as he watched what she started to pull from the various bags. Staffs, swords, bows, claws, sais, throwing stars, and chains. The amount of weapons in the room continued to grow until it looked like a miniature armory. Ron glanced over at the small clock on the bedside table. "Hey Yori, I've gotta get going. We'll talk about this training deal in a couple of days."

Yori merely nodded as she continued to look for places to store her weaponry.

Ron walked out of the room and passed Felix. "Good luck man, but if you hurt my friend you're butt is mine."

Ron walked out of the house and headed down the street. His mind was on a potential relationship between Yori and Felix.

They didn't seem like they'd match up that well, but you never knew in matters of the heart. He knew that Felix liked her and hoped for the best, for both their sakes.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he'd taken several steps past his house before realizing it. He quickly turned around and headed up the path to the door. He was surprised to see that the lights in the house were still on. His parents almost always went to bed early.

He fumbled with the lock on the door for a minute before finally getting his key to turn. He walked into the living room to find his parents sitting uncomfortably next to Kim.

"Kim? What are you doing here?"

Kim looked at him for a second before dropping her eyes to her feet.

"Ron, your mother and I have something to tell you." The older male looked to be in quite a bit of discomfort before continuing. "About fifteen years ago we were visiting your grandfather in Wisconsin. He always liked to take walks in the woods after dinner, while we were there, something happened. While he was out, he found a young boy, maybe two years old stumbling around the woods. He brought him back and we tried to find his parents, but we never did."

Ron's dad turned to him for just a second.

"No, no. Don't say it." You could see the tears start forming in his eyes.

Ron's mother got up from the couch and layed her hand on Ron's shoulder. "We should have told you sooner. We couldn't have children, and then a miracle fell into our laps. We were so happy that we finally had a son. We adopted you and brought you back."

Ron shrugged her hand off his shoulder. He ran for the door, trying to make an escape from the nightmare his life had suddenly become.

He felt a pair of arms snake around him while he was attempting to open the door. "Ron, Ron, it's gonna..."

"DON'T! Just don't, it's not going to be okay. THIS, will never be okay." He broke out of Kim's arms as the door opened to reveal the darkness. He started to run, he didn't care where he stopped he just kept running.

His legs started to burn from the effort. He gave a lurch as pain shot up his left leg. He dropped to the ground and looked at his surroundings.

He wasn't surprised to find himself staring at the playground of a small school.

The playground evoked memories of that fateful day so many years ago when he first met Kim.

He never heard the person moving up beside him.

"What's the matter, Kim finally figure out how big a loser you are?" The cruel laughter in her voice was enough to set him off.

"SHUT UP BONNIE!" He snapped.

Bonnie stepped back in shock. Ron had never spoken like that to her. He'd always ignored her snide comments. His current reaction was enough to make her worried. She'd always been mean to him, but she didn't technically hate him. She just hated the fact that nothing ever got to him.

No matter how many times he'd been beaten up or put down, there he was, always so happy. Always lending a helping hand and always right there with Kim, saving the world, and even herself a couple of times.

She kneeled down next to him. "Hey, Stoppable, you okay?" She was surprised when his fist slammed into the ground beneath him. What surprised her more was the damage it caused.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! It's a lie, nothing but a lie. I'm not a Stoppable. I, don't know what I am." The young man's tears started to fall.

"Oh, so that's it." Bonnie could understand his pain. Finding out your family isn't your family wasn't easy. She reached down and grabbed hold of his arm. "Come on then, let's get you home."

He pulled his arm away from her. "I DON'T HAVE A HOME! And what do you care anyway? You hate me."

Bonnie's eyes looked up to the sky. "Look, I might not like you much, but I don't hate you. And you do have a home. I get it. I do. You're adopted, but it happens all the time. Even if they're not your birth parents, they are your parents. You're their son. They've raised you, they've taken care of you. They're the only reason you became who you are. So deal with it."

"How could you possibly understand? They lied to me. My entire life has been a lie."

"Was it a lie that they loved you? Was it a lie that they were always proud of you? Is it a lie that they raised you? That they worried when you were sick? No, it wasn't and it never will be."

"Why do you care? We're not friends, and I doubt we could be. So why do you care?"

"Like I said, people find out they're adopted all the time."

Ron sniffed. "So, you too huh? When'd you find out?"

"Two years ago. Now go home. You need to talk to them sooner or later."

Ron nodded silently and said something he never thought he'd say to Bonnie. "Thanks."

She waved as if it were nothing. "Yeah yeah, just don't mention it to anyone. It would ruin me."

"Yeah, yeah. Our little secret." Ron got to his feet. "I won't even tell Kim."

Bonnie watched as he started to walk away. He turned slightly. "If you ever need help, remember that I owe you one."

He turned around and started walking back to his home.