Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. I am doing this for fun and make no money from it. If you have a problem on that, then I WILL go Zorpox on your assets.
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Bonnie was in her full B mode. She scanned the gathered cheer squad before practice and pounced on one unsuspecting Hope. "Hope, hi, I was wondering if you could give me some information."
"Uh, sure, Bonnie, but I'm not in any of your classes," replied the startled girl.
"Oh, it's not about school work; it's about a schoolmate. You went to East Middle. What do you know about Ron Stoppable?"
The other girl blanched. "Bonnie, you mean Ronald Stoppable. Don't call him Ron, Ronnie, or anything like that. He doesn't like it, and takes great offense at it."
"Oh, really," Bonnie said, a smirk of an idea crossing her face.
"Bonnie, I'm not kidding. There was a kid that did that in third grade. We don't know what happened, but he was afraid of everything for about a week, then his dad got transferred and they had to move to Norway."
Bonnie looked unbelieving at the other girl, "And people actually believed he had something to do with it?"
"Yeah," Hope said looking around. "What really made people nervous was one thing that Ronald said." Hope stopped talking and seemed highly nervous.
"What? What did he say?"
"He said, 'Let's see how he likes eating meat cakes.'."
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, we had a teacher that we trusted and asked her about meat cakes. She said that it is a traditional dish in Norway that no one likes but it is always served. Also, that no one unless they have lived there would know about it."
"And let me guess, he hadn't."
"No," Hope let out with a shiver.
"And he couldn't have read it somewhere?"
"Well, I guess he could have. I mean, he is constantly reading."
"So he is like a brain, or something. He seems to hang out with that geeky girl all the time from what I can figure out."
There was a swift intaking hiss of air from Hope, "Don't call Justine 'geeky'. Actually, once you get to know her, she is nice and will help you with some of your work. She might talk down to you, but I don't think that she realizes that she is doing it."
"Oh, don't call her geeky? Why, did somebody do that and their parents get shipped off to Antarctica?"
"No, a guy called her that, and Ronald pounded him into the ground."
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As the lime green station wagon pulled in front of the Stoppable's residence, Ronald leaned forward and asked the driver, "Ned, my friend, would you care to come inside and see the culmination of six months worth of work and labor?"
The sixteen year old smiled and shook his head, "Sorry, Stoppable, but I have an interview this afternoon for gainful employment."
"Ah, a vocational obligation, wonderful, may I ask where you deem worthy of employment?"
"Bueno Nacho."
"Bueno Nacho? That fast food destroyer of Tex-Mex?"
"And why is it that you visit it three to five times a week?"
"I am still working on that, my friend. I have found nothing innately addictive in the components, but I am still waiting on the results of the combination of the compounds."
Ned laughed as Ron left the vehicle, "Whatever makes you happy. If I get the job, then I will get an employ discount."
Ronald turned and stared, mouth slightly open to let saliva out, "Really?"
"Yep, later Stoppable."
Ron watched him pull away and joined Justine at the door. After unlocking it and entering, the two teens made their way to the kitchen, where Ronald brought the cookie jar to the table while Justine pulled the milk out of the refrigerator, when she reached the table two glasses were awaiting the white liquid.
As was their ritual, no discussion went on during milk and cookies. It was a time to relax and think about the day past. Soon the crumbs were cleaned and the glasses had water ran in them.
"So, it's ready?" asked Justine.
"Yes, my creation is prepared to come forth at last. From before our first meeting, till now, it has been too long, but finally my first friend shall have form."
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After a grueling practice led by Kim the squad moaned in relief when she said hit the showers. Bonnie and Tara, used to Kim's moods, waited for her to gather her bag and then waited for her to scream.
"ARGH!"
"So, are you going to tell us what is wrong?" asked Tara.
"Oh, you want to know? You!"
There was a shocked intake of breath from Tara and Bonnie.
"Don't act all innocent and surprised. All the boys like you. Little miss innocent is so nice, so sweet. HA! They don't know what I do."
"K, what is your damage? Is this about Ronald?"
"Yes! I mean no. I mean," Kim sighed deeply, "I don't know. I don't know why this is making me think like this."
"Because something in you likes him," Tara replied quietly. "The moment he came to the table, there was something about him. I can't explain it, but it's like I should know I like him already."
"Yeah, I know, like he is supposed to be with me, always."
"Well, when we go to the Mall, you can have a chance. I asked him to come with us, and he is bringing his friend Justine so it will be the same numbers boys and girls."
"YOU DID WHAT?" came the strident voice from the brunette.
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Justine and Ronald were in the garage, or as he referred to it, his Laboratory. They wore white lab coats and dark goggles. Slowly Ronald took a deep breath and reached for the large switch to his right. He suddenly threw the switch and looked towards the white sheet that covered the table. There was a rustle under the sheet and he shouted in glee, "It's alive. It's ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!"
Justine just looked at him and sighed. With a look akin to chagrin, he shrugged, "Sorry, I have always wanted to do that."
"Be that as it may, would you care to pull the sheet and verify your assumptions?"
Ronald nodded and whipped the sheet back in a flamboyant style. Upon the table was a mechanical object the size of a remote controlled car. The bare metal machine moved and upon two leg like extensions, stood towards his creator. From within the object came a tinny voice, "Optics online and operating in normal parameters. Hydraulics testing within parameters. Core programming test complete. R.U.F.U.S. Mark One online and awaiting commands."
Justine's eyes grew in size and she smiled boldly at Ronald. "It works, Ronald, you have done it." She paused looking at the object closer now. "Though it doesn't quite match the size you first told me about all those years ago."
"Thank you, and as for the size, Mark One is a test model. Future models will be more on the size of the original concept, but there could be uses for smaller models also."
"Rufus awaiting commands," intoned the unit.
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"Well, our schedules are so different, he asked about seeing me Saturday. I mentioned about going to the Mall, and sort of asked him to come. I told him about the group date, and he said he would bring his friend Justine, to make the numbers even."
"This was to get us high into the eighth grade food chain. If you spend time paying attention to him instead of Brick, then the plan won't work. I can't believe how little you value the work I am going to for us."
"B, amp down, Tara, would you mind if I spent time with him during the mall crawl?"
"No, Kim, I guess not. We will all be there together, so it's not like there would be anything wrong with it. Plus, then maybe Bonnie will relax a bit and realize that a date is supposed to be fun and not work."
"Maybe it won't be so bad," grumped Bonnie. "Plus, he is bringing that mousey girl with him. I don't know if she would entertain any of the guys, but I GUESS, it would work. Okay, we are still on for Saturday, are we okay with each other?" The other two girls nodded.
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"The Robotic Usu-Form Ultimate Servant is a success. The programming is well within allowable deviation, and the mechanics are performing at optimal levels. I do believe that this can be considered a triumph."
Ron nodded, "Yes, I do believe so. As soon as funding becomes available, I will proceed with the Mark Two full sized. Though I think, I shall keep working on the Mark One. I could probably start miniaturizing the components and circuitry."
"Why would you want a unit smaller than this one? Surely this is the smallest that a useful unit would be able to be."
"No, I could perhaps make it pocket size. It would be useful as a multi-tool, or perhaps as a reconnaissance device. Not to mention it could be set up as a personal assistant to take notes of lectures and talks, correlate the information and present me with the core information. One would have to admit that one device that could do all of that would be quite handy."
Justine nodded, "I will concede that fact, Ronald." She glanced at the clock on the wall, "I need to head home, and Aunt Sarah will be starting to worry." She gathered her books from the table.
"I will walk you home."
"Aunt Sarah is making her mystery meat tonight."
Ron sighed, though the woman was a more than adequate cook, she did posses the potential to create some questionable creations. "I will still walk you home, and beg off of supper. Why can she not stay with fried chicken, or chicken fried steak?"
"You know full well, that when she finds a recipe, which she will keep at it until, she finds a way to make it decent, much to the chagrin of my digestive tract."
Ron just nodded as they walked the block to Justine's house. As they rounded the block and saw her house, Ron asked her, "Your plans for Saturday are open, are they not?"
"Yes, I have not made any. Why do you ask?"
"I require some assistance with my social experiment."
"I do not care for the direction of this line of conversation."
"It's nothing really. The Trio is going on an outing at the Mall, and I have elicited an invitation. Though it seems that they are going on a group date, and to receive my invitation, I may have said that you would come also." Ron kept walking three steps. To his left side was open air, not that it surprised him. He turned to look at her. "It is just walking around the mall. There is the new electronics store that we have talked about going to, and I have on good authority that the book store has a more than adequate science section. This will be all on my budget, anything you want."
"And there will be nothing expected in exchange?"
"I imagine that you would be expected to be at least passably social."
"Ronald, this isn't about those three is it? It is about me."
"This is partly about you, but it is about them also. I do worry about you. You have been reverting more and more to your pure introvert state since school has begun. I do not wish to lose my dearest friend again. I have worked to hard to bring you from the bottomless pit to have you jump back into it."
Justine looked at Ron and noticed the welling tears being held back with not, but will. "Very well, Ronald, I shall do it, but I will not promise how I will act. After my step-dad…"
Ron put his fingers to her lips, "Shh, do not speak on that now. I know. We have been through this."
Justine gently moved his fingers away from her mouth, "You, Ronald Stoppable, are the most unselfishly selfish person that I can imagine."
"I will take that as the compliment that it was meant. Even though you may not like what I do from time to time, I only do things that I believe will be for the best in the future."
"Yes, I know that. It has been obvious, for the most part. So, could you tell me which one of those three truly has your interest? I can tell it is not Starling, though I can see where you would be attracted to her after talking to some of her teachers."
"Yes, she is intriguing, even though I can't figure out her roll in the triumvirate that they have created. As to who I am focusing on in their little group, I am sure you could guess when you think about it, after all, I have always enjoyed playing with fire."
