Possible trigger warning fornthose who were touched as kids. It ends well here but if you can't handle the insinuation of it then just message me and I'll summarize the chapter for you. K? K.

Ron woke up around ten and got ready for his date. For some very obvious reasons school was canceled. Tara and him kind of expected it so they planned to head to the mall this morning. Rufus was giving him words of encouragement on his first date nerves. Although his little buddy didn't completely get it. He picked Rufus up and put him near his cheek, Rufus gladly gave him a hug.

"Hey little buddy you know how I normally act with Kim?"

"Uh huh."

"I don't have to act that way with Tara today, I can be myself, so you don't have to try covering for me and making things look like accidents. Just be normal."

Ron smiled when Rufus gave him a salute.

"Am I going?" Rufus said with a cocked head.

"Yup. I think she likes you. You're with me all day every day. If she didn't like you I doubt she'd like me. I don't think that was part of her act either."

Rufus grew a confused face "Why you two acting? Just be yourself."

Ron really wished things were as simple as Rufus thought they were. "Sometimes you have to bury who you are to keep those around you happy Rufus."

Rufus didn't completely understand but let it go. He just kept giving style advice as his friend got ready. It was fairly simple stuff, fitted red long sleeve tee, cargo pants, silver chain, normal guy stuff. He got the feeling Tara liked who he was on the inside not if he wore some super name brand clothes. He still couldn't wait to ask her how she saw past his mask that easily and could tell how deep the rabbit hole went. He started coming up with fun little theories that she had telepathic abilities, or she was an empath, sadly his game was interrupted by a person knocking on his door in a panic. He didn't believe it was Tara since she would be a few minutes early.

"Geez who died!" He said as he opened the door. A mess of red hair slammed into him and he felt arms wrap around his neck.

"I'm glad you're ok. I was worried sick." Kim sniffled into his shoulder, they were tears of joy.

"KP." He said while pushing her face out of his chest. "I'm fine. look. Not a scratch."

Kim completely ignored what he said and buried herself right back into his chest when she saw he was ok.

"Maybe I should save the world alone more often." Ron said jokingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have believed you."

Ron scratched the back of his head. "You know, given hindsight I'm not really mad at you. A super villain using toys to take over the world is kind of ridiculous even by super villain standards. I can see why it was hard for you to believe after our earlier convos."

"Still, you're my best friend. If you wanted to ruin my date I should have let you then smacked you later. Like true best friends."

Ron rolled his eyes and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah. That sounds very nice. I already know for the most part but how'd your night go?"

"It was great up until my date melted into a pile of green goo. He was programmed to keep me happy no matter what after all. How did you know what happened?"

"Saw a picture of you and Eric on Drakken's desk while I was shutting stuff down. Not really much of a stretch to think synthodrone from there."

Kim's eyes widened. She'd been in so much shock and depression from leaving Ron and her date melting that she didn't even think about how it happened. "How did you shut everything down anyway? You had no gear and Drakken was at least rolling with some synthodrones and Shego last night."

Ron put on a giant nervous smile "hehe..see the thing about that is….."

"Rawr, hands off my man."

Kim and Ron both looked on the doorstep to see Tara making neko hands and batting her "paw" at Kim for a fight. Kim was giggling. Ron thought it was downright strange seeing her act like this again after the glimpse into her real personality last night. Admittedly the scene before him was adorable though, especially given Tara's outfit. She wore Uggs, leggings, and a burgundy sweater.

After kim stopped laughing she asked Tara "When did he become your man? I could have sworn you had a prom date last night and it wasn't Ron. Not saying prom is a legally binding contract or anything but..."

"Me and Brad only saw each other a few times. We didn't even kiss yet. When Ron got back from his mission he sent me a text saying that being in that kind of danger opened his eyes and he needed to ask me out. No use thinking about what could have happened. You know I had a crush on him for a while so of course I said yes. I broke Brad's little heart five minutes later on the phone." Tara pretended to be distraught at her actions with a pout "Ron's amazing though! He already saved my life once at camp Wannaweep. How could I say no?"

"Hey Tara, you don't have to tell me. There's no shame in your game girl. Wish one of you stepped up sooner but I'm surprised Ron had it in him though. Guess the missions really did boost your confidence." She pushed Ron forward and Rufus crawled into one of his pockets.

"Well, see you later KP, I'm glad to know you're ok too." He kissed her forehead before bidding her farewell.

Kim's brain stopped working when she saw Ron walking towards a black motorcycle. "That can't be his." Except it was. He reached inside his top-box and casually grabbed two helmets. He slapped one on Tara and one on himself and pulled off. As she watched him ride off in the distance she realized she never got an answer to her question.

Tara and Ron decided to just sit near the water fountain in the mall while eating some ice cream while they talked. It was going to be a long one. Rufus was seated beside Ron eating nachos.

"Thanks for the save back there by the way. You're really good. I had no idea how I was going to explain that to her."

"Given what I've seen, youre not a bad actor yourself. Who's going first?"

"Who's leaning in for a kiss first?" Ron said with a smirk which got a small laugh out of her

"Ah ah, last night was just a taste. You know our deal from last night. You tell me why you hide then you can get some of this again." She saw Ron staring at her even moreso than normal. "What's wrong?"

"Sorry. It's just really weird hearing you talk like this. You don't even have the same tone in your voice."

"Neither do you mr gains bass out of nowhere. Would you prefer I talked like this." She switched back to her high pitched valley girl voice, she loved how it made him cringe.

"Please stop doing that. It's creepy. Plus I just want you to be you, whatever you that is."

"Aw, you're so sweet. Now if I could just get you to stop domestically abusing me you'd be the perfect boyfriend."

Ron just shook his head in defeat. She wouldn't let him live that down for a while. "All jokes aside, I want you to go first."

"Why me?" She said

"For the most part you could just assume my skill came from missions and magic or whatever. You're a completely different beast though. I know nothing about the real you while you at least know something about me."

Tara pursed her lips in thought then looked at him again. "I guess you're right. Are you sure though? Once I tell you you won't be able to pretend I'm fake Tara anymore. You might not like the real me."

Ron watched as Rufus crawled into her lap for his after meal nap. She didn't even break eye contact with him when she began petting Rufus. She likes Rufus, Ron likes her.

"I'm positive."

"Well..."

Tara King's story

I was a pretty normal kid I think. I don't remember too much. Most kid's don't. I do remember the day my parents died though. A police officer came to the door and my babysitter answered. She made me go into another room while they talked. I heard an "oh my god" Then nothing. She came into my room a few minutes later crying. Naive little me asked if my parents were going to be late.

"Your parents wont be coming home Tara. They were in a car accident."

Thus my life began with a generic tragedy. I didn't fully understand what dead meant, it also didn't help that since I was a child everyone decided to use flowery language with me instead of real explanations. I was a child, not an idiot. I grew an understanding once I saw their bodies in the caskets. No breathing, no heartbeat, nothing. Before that day I thought they might surprise everyone and wake back up. It's funny how kids think.

After that I was placed into a foster home. I know what you're thinking "But Tara your parents died, if you didn't have any immediate family wouldn't you go to an orphanage?" That's not how it works though. Orphanages are usually for kids in war zones or areas with pandemics. Your parents could die one day and then you have no one to take care of you. They stopped being a thing in America during the early twentieth century. Glad I could clear that up.

Now as I said I had no immediate family so I was placed into a foster home. By this time I was five, great birthday present I know. Depression from dead parents. The family seemed nice enough. The house was an average one in a suburb. I didn't really think much of it since the kids in the temporary group home told me they were passed around foster homes a lot. If the family really wanted you they would adopt you, so I guessed I would catch the boot in a few months or something. I was there less than two weeks.

One night the man came in and started touching me, I was scared so I pretended to still be asleep. The next morning I couldn't look at him and just made up excuses to stay in my room most of the day. An older girl at the group home gave me some advice on how to deal with foster families like this so I came up with a plan.

That night he entered my room again. I guess he was feeling a bit bolder since he tried taking the covers off. As soon as my hand was free I stabbed him in the upper thigh with a knife I stole from the kitchen. I was a little sad I missed my intended target by a few inches but his screams of pain let me think I got the point across.

Oddly I was back in the group home by the end of the week but he didn't report me to the police. He did however tell them I was a violent nasty little girl which lead to no one wanting to adopt me as that was on my record. Who wants a kid that can't even stay in a foster home?

I spent a few years in that group home. Honestly not sure exactly how old I was when I got adopted, seven or eight maybe. A woman came into the group home and I thought nothing of it. Usually adoptions aren't completely random. For the random ones they usually let them see the kid in a public setting first to see how they acted. She was surprised when she was told the woman wanted to talk to her, but she sat at the table. Just the two of them.

"What's your name?"

"Tara."

"Tara, how lovely. I read up on you. I know your life hasn't been the most pleasant."

"Yea, if you want a more peppy kid you should pick one of the others. I'm not really happy or nice." I tried explaining to her why I wasn't desirable as a kid but she insisted.

"That's exactly why I want you." Then I felt her patting my head. It's weird, that was the first time I felt like someone cared about me again in years. I was starting to lose the few memories of my parents I did have so I didn't have that to fall back on.

"Why do you want me? And what for?" I said

"My life isn't the easiest right now so I need a tough kid. Things might get difficult sometimes but if you stay strong I think eventually we can have a good life. Would you want that Tara?"

I looked around the group home at the other kids, I didn't really have any attachment to them. People came and went a lot so it was better not to get too close. It was finally my turn. It probably looked funny at the time given how little I was but I stuck my hand out for a handshake.

"I agree. I will stay strong."

The present

Ron was sitting with his hands clasped and his elbows on his knees. In silence. "I had no idea you went through all that Tara."

"That's kind of the point of a social mask Ron." She said sarcastically. Her early life was trash but she was over it. That didn't stop Ron from putting her in a very strong hug though. After about a minute of him hugging her she spoke "You know I'm still fine in the present Ron."

"My B." He pulled away but ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled away to see her locks fall.

"The stories not over yet, but I want to hear some of yours. It's only fair. You don't have to tell me how you developed your mad skills, but I do want to know why there are two Ron stoppables. Then I'll answer any questions you have."

"My story isn't quite as dramatic. I'm pretty sure I wasn't planned so my parents don't take me into consideration for most decisions they make. Their catchphrase is this is our way of telling you when they leave for an extended period of time or make a big decision without me. Standard parental neglect stuff."

"Honestly not sure if it hurts more to have dead parents, or alive parents that don't love you enough to care." Tara chuckled at her joke, if it could even be called one.

"I see you're a fan of dark humor. Nice."

"Still, I'm guessing there's more. That doesn't explain the mask thing."

"You'd be right. Well, as a result of my parents I was obviously pretty lonely, which is why when I met Kim in kindergarten I got instantly attached. We were joined at the hip her parents would say. Then I started noticing some issues. Even back then Kim was very, very competitive. If I beat her in a sport she would become very angry and not talk to me for a few hours. She always wanted to be the best."

Tara smirked and lightly elbowed Ron. "Some things never change huh?"

"Anyway, after a few times I noticed if she beat me she would still be happy. I wanted to keep her as my friend, I needed to keep her as a friend. Sooo..."

"So you started throwing every game." Tara spoke in quiet understanding.

"You get it now. Basically I couldn't show her how good I actually was since then she would know I've been lying for years to appease her ego. If I do amazing things here and there she just passes it off as a fluke or blind luck. Much more than that and I think she would get suspicious."

"What about your grades? And bullies?"

"Even before I got my powers I could probably handle any bully in the school, even groups. But again.."

"If you beat them up, or a group of them Kim would ask how it happened. Or worse she might actually see it."

"Now you're getting it. Grades were kind of the same way. In truth the tests are kind of a joke in school. I do hang around her rocket scientist little brothers a lot. It would be ridiculous if I never picked up anything from that. I can do complex theoretical physics, a high school calc test is a joke."

Tara grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye "Ron, I think it's time to tell her. She's a big girl now. She can see someone with talent without throwing a tantrum."

"Then she'd know I was lying all these years and put on a fake persona around everyone she might associate with. You don't think that will make her angry?" Ron asked

"Ron, your whole life you thought about other people. I think it's time you thought about yourself. You can't be happy playing as everyone's jester. You even let some high school mean girl bitch push you around."

"Maybe you're right. If she's my friend she would understand that it just got out of control. Wait were you talking about Bonnie? Aren't you friends?"

Tara responded with a ridiculous laugh and slapping the bench a few times

"What's funny?" Ron said

Tara wiped a tear away, that was too funny. "Bonnie only thinks about herself. I'd be surprised if she herself really considers me a friend. Any more questions?"

"Alright, first things first. How are you so skilled in combat?"

"My mom trained me. She's a master of most martial arts. She said it was mainly to protect myself but taught me more when she saw me training on my own time. Becoming more dangerous is fun. She also taught me some parkour, acrobatics, and stealth."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Your mom sounds like quite the badass."

"You have no idea."

"Why did she teach you all that stuff anyway?"

"She told me she had a lot of enemies due to her line of work so I had to be ready. She also said if I practiced enough she could get me a job and I could start going on missions and stop sitting like a rock."

"Missions? Like me and Kim? Have you been on any yet?"

"I guess it would be like you and Kim. She gave me one mission so far but I think it was just a load of bs to make me have fun or whatever. She told me to report anything Team possible did back to her without blowing my cover, and my cover was to act like a normal teenage girl. Also to help if need be."

Every time she answered one question Ron had a million more zipping through his mind "Why do you think it was bs? And she had you track us? Is she an enemy?"

Tara waved her hand dismissively "Nah. She's an ally. She just likes watching you work and wants to make sure nothing goes wrong. As for why it's bs, she already has a million different ways to track and watch you if she feels like it. She just wants me to act like a normal teenager sometimes."

Ron was slowly piecing it all together, he decided to ask even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. "What did you say your mom's name was again?"

"You met her a couple of times already I think. You'd know her as director Betty."