Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters

Ron saunters into Middleton high school and heads to the Vice Principal's office. He sighs while he is sitting in the waiting area. He gets called in and says, "Hello Lieutenant Barkin."

"It's Mr. Barkin here. Besides, you would not want to give away your knowledge of my background; it could ruin your cover."

Ron responded, "That's true. Did my mom brief you on my mission?"

Barkin in a commanding tone replied, "She said that you may have to leave school on short notice for missions and she told me what she deemed important about the school related mission."

Ron inquired, "And that is?"

Barking, "Didn't she tell you?"

Ron with a serious look on his face said, "She told me that you would be briefing me on the school and what I am supposed to be doing here. So, what do I need to know?"

Barkin heard the small amount of attitude coming from the teenager and asked, "Most kids your age would be a little afraid of their Vice Principal."

Ron looked Barkin in the eye and asked, "Did my mom tell you about my training?"

Barkin replied, "Only that you have had extensive training."

Ron thought and decided he should tell some of his training, "Mr. Barkin (he tried to be polite) I spent 3 months with the Army Rangers, another 3 with the Special Air Service, a few months with the Sayeret, and the FSK. I am not going to be afraid of you or anyone in this building, but I also have been well trained to not bring violence forward. Also I hate violence and would rather avoid having to use my training than use it. I think that has to do with the time I spent with some buddhist monks."

Barkin is looking at this young boy with disbelief and then continues, "Well I am glad the monks gave you perspective. While you are in this school you will have a normal class load, and I have been informed that you have almost the same schedule as Kim Possible. She is an advanced student so hopefully you will be able to keep up."

Ron replied, "That should not be a problem. My bigger concern is interacting with normal teenagers. It is not something I have dealt with. Do you have any advice?"

Barkin told the young man, "Find people that you have things in common with."

Ron thanked Barkin for the advice and started to walk through the halls heading for his first class. Unfortunately, there was a brunette with a pack of cronies in the hall who doesn't like the look of this new student and decides to try and trip him to make sure he knows who is in charge of these halls. Ron, using his awareness, saw a glint in this brunette's eye and saw how she shifted her body. He realized what she was hoping to accomplish and decided he was going to have some fun with it. Ron changed his pace and angle. He walked into Bonnie and it looked like they were about to hit the ground until Ron caught her and started to dance with her. He took her a few steps forward then spun her back to the spot and dipped her. He then said, "I am sorry I bumped into you like that, but I am also not. I really enjoyed our little dance."

As Ron lifted her back up, Bonnie hesitated before responding, "How dare you bump into me? Don't you know who I am?"

Ron interjected with, "A fabulous dancer." finishing with a sly smirk

Bonnie unamused, "I am Bonnie Rockwaller, the top of the food chain. You don't just get to waltz in here and do what you want."

Ron interjected, "First of it was more of a samba than a waltz. Secondly, I didn't mean to offend you and I am sorry if I did."

Bonnie relaxed and said, "Good, don't let it happen again."

Ron started to walk away and said, "Until the next dance."

Bonnie snapped back, "What makes you think I want that?"

Ron said, "Your cheeks."

Bonnie then realized she was blushing with this interaction with the new student. She took a deep breath to let the blush settle before turning to her friends. The first to talk after she turned around was Tara, "I think I like this new guy."

Hope said, "With dance moves like that, I bet he is gay."

Tara replied, "I hope not."

Bonnie looked at her group of cheerleaders, "We need to get to know him better before I decide where he stands on the food chain."

Unbeknownst to the cheerleaders there was a raven haired gossip who witnessed the whole thing and was excited to turn the rumor mill about this new boy.