Diablo Fall-Out Ch. 4
Ron thought he was going to be sick. Kneeling, he grabbed the pendant, then stared at it intently. Several of his muscles relaxed at that moment. It wasn't Kim's pendant, but that didn't mean it wasn't her in the car. Approaching the car, Ron tripped over a piece of loose asphalt and hit the side of the black convertible. He started as a light moan erupted from the auburn haired woman. Peering into her face as she lifted her head up, Ron thought he was going to faint in relief. The woman was most certainly not Kim. Her eyes were a deep hazel, and she was staring at Ron curiously. The woman twisted her head around, then gasped at the wreck that was her car. A groan elicited from the woman, and she flopped back into her seat with a exasperated sigh. She eyed Ron for a moment, then gave a small smirk.
"I crashed into you, huh?" she asked, an amused smile playing across her face. Ron, still immersed in his relief that it wasn't Kim that had totaled his car, simply nodded. "Well, at least it was hunk I whammed into. You call 911?"
"No cellphone," Ron replied, shrugging and pulling out the insides of his pockets. He was a bit confused: Was the girl that had hit his ride hitting on him? How ironic was that? Ron held the pendant up for her to see. "Is this yours?" The girl patted around her neck, then reached out for the chain.
"Thanks... You know, I didn't catch your name," responded the girl, snapping the chain necklace into place. Ron paused for a moment, unsure if he should use his real name. Deciding against this in case it came back to haunt him, Ron again hesitated before answering.
"Uh.. it's Ron. Ron Stoppable," answered Ron sheepishly. The girl frowned; he seemed upset about something. Determined to take this kind boy's mind off of his troubles, the girl was about to call 911 and report the accident when the police showed up, cleared up the scene quickly, and left just as fast. Ron muttered something shyly, and the woman barely caught it. "I didn't catch your name either."
"Oh, I'm Tori Kane, nice to meet you, Ron," the girl supplied, shaking Ron's hand enthusiastically. She quirked her head for a second, then straightened it. "Anyone ever tell you that you have the same adorable ears and cute freckles as that teen heroine's partner? Oh, what's her name, Mim, Pim, phelgm, Kim! That's it, Kim Possible. You look just like him, he's pretty popular around here, convinced the Bueno Nacho assistant manager to put the Naco on the menu. He's dreamy." Tori was lost in her thoughts for a second, and Ron took that opportunity to reply.
"All the time," said the blonde darkly.
They got a lotta girls
Who know they got it going on
But nothing's ever a comparison to you
Now can't you see that your the only one I really want
And everything I need
Is everything you do?
"You wouldn't mind giving me a ride home, would you? I don't think my car is going to be able to go anywhere," stated Tori, looking at the black convertible. Ron surmised it was true; the hood was bashed into the windshield where any driver couldn't see unless their head was above it, and the car seemed to have belched the engine out across the street and into the local Club Banana.
"No, not at all, but you'll have to give me directions, I just move to Go City," Ron said, moving towards his car. He glanced at the passenger's side of the car. "Uh, I think you'll have to sit in the back seat behind me though, the passenger's side isn't looking too good." There was glass puncturing both the front and back seats of the passenger's side, and the door on the passenger side was smashed in. Ron let Tori in, then sat down himself. He heaved a deep sigh of relief as the engine purred to life. The two left the scene of the accident and went east, never noticing the man donned in a ninja garb following them, his feet pounding the pavement steadily, nor did they notice the fact that the man had a messy mop of black hair.
The ride went silent for the first ten minutes, and Ron's mind wandered to Kim. How was she? Ron wished he knew where she was. Did she miss him? Ron sorely missed her. Still, perhaps allowing his mind to wander while driving wasn't the best idea.
"Ron! We don't need two crashes in one day!" exclaimed Tori, jumping forward from the back seat, and twisting the wheel to avoid the oncoming semi that wasn't slowing or planning to move in the least for a new beat up blue convertible. In her haste, Tori accidentally knocked Ron in the back of the head with her elbow, snapping him from his daze. Ron was also up close with Tori's face, and upon further inspection, found himself thinking odd things, like asking her out. He couldn't be thinking this, could he? Certainly not. Yet, here he was, daydreaming about the girl. Tori slumped back into her seat as Ron repossessed the wheel. She noticed him grinning at her from the rear view mirror. "What? Do I have something on my face?" Ron's grin just grew bigger. "What? Tell me please!"
"You know, in this light you're kinda cute," Ron stated, blushed, then got a confused look on his face. Where had he heard that before?
Any girl walk by, don't matter
Cause you're looking so much better
Don't ever need to get
Caught up in jealousy
She could be a super-model
Every magazine, the cover
She'll never, ever mean a thing to me
Tori simply giggled. She continued to give Ron directions, and Ron found himself more and more curious about this mysterious girl who had quite literally ran into him on the street. The two began to play twenty questions, and Ron discovered that Tori lived far away from the noise and clutter of Go City, much like he did. Eventually Ron once again found his mind slipping towards Kim, though he tried to keep his mind on Tori and the road. He found himself traveling back in time, but this time he kept his eyes on the road, though he was seeing images of Kim in his mind.
A five year old Ron Stoppable scrambled off the Camp Wannaweep bus, hit in the head as the driver tossed Ron's bag at him. Sniffing, Ron stood and wiped the dirt off his scraped elbows and knees. He grabbed his bag, and scampered up the sidewalk to his house. Having no key, Ron knocked on the door and was greeted by a red tornado as the door burst open. His parents were stifling laughs as Kim attempted to soak up enough Ronshine to make up for the summer apart. Letting Ron go so he could get a breath, Kim stole his bag and bounded up to his room. Ron quickly followed, and rummaged around in the bag. He pulled out a little lanyard bracelet decorated with many multi-colored strings and was braided together eloquently. He motioned for Kim to hold out her arm, and she did so. Ron looped the bracelet around her arm, and she squealed in delight.
"Oh, Ron, this was so sweet of you," Kim whispered, hugging her best friend. Ron smiled inwardly as he embraced Kim back.
Seven years later, a twelve year old Kim Possible was dancing with Ron at the dance held in the gym. Both stepped on each other's feet a number of times, but neither really cared as they were having a good time. Ron was extremely happy, here he was with his best friend at their first real dance.
She's no you, oh, no
You give me more than I could ever want
She's no you, oh, no
I'm satisfied with the one I've got
Cause you're all the girl
That I ever dreamed
She's only a picture on a magazine
She's no you, she's no you
They got a lotta girls
Who dance in all the videos
But I prefer the way you do
The way you move
You're more than beautiful
And I just wanna let you know
That all I ever need
Is what I've got with you
Ron snuck another look at Tori. Her features were flawless, and he was unconsciously comparing her to Kim. 'Course to Ron, Kim had the eyes of an angel; they were such a deep olive that he often was mesmerized at how much they matched the colors of a jungle fern. Tori pointed to a large estate on a hill. Ron's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, he was in awe. The pitter-patter of rain as it hit his head and soaked his scalp startled him, the sky had been clear this morning.
"Put you car in the garage," Tori told him, hitting the garage door button she pulled from her pocket. Ron quickly did so as the rain started falling heavier. Tori shut the garage door behind them, then supplied a key and opened the back door. A powerful scent hit Ron's nostrils as he stepped inside the house.
"Is that... lotuses?" asked Ron, pointing to hundreds of plants. Tori made sure the garage had fully shut, then handed Ron a towel from a drawer.
"Yeah. This building belongs to my school, and they have a thing about lotuses. You're not allergic are you?" responded Tori as she dried her face on another towel. Ron shook his head no.
Any girl walk by, don't matter
Every time you're looking better
I think you're perfect
There ain't nothin' I would change
She could be a super-model
Every magazine, the cover
She'll never, ever take my heart away
She's no you, oh, no
You give me more than I could ever want
She's no you, oh, no
I'm satisfied with the one I've got
Cause you're all the girl
That I ever dreamed
She's only a picture on a magazine
She's no you, she's no you
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Kim was busy putting away her groceries when she heard the melody of falling rain drops splattering the panes of the windows. Glancing upward, she sighed with melancholy as they beat down on her new house. She had wanted to stop by Go City's Club Banana on the way home, but apparently they were closed when someone's engine burst into their store. Kim had sulked out on the sidewalk for a few minutes before she headed home. Finished with the dishes, Kim stretched and settled into the cozy den. Grabbing a magazine, Kim settled down into her chair and prepared for a good read. Dinner wouldn't be done for another 45 minutes, but she'd keep checkingon it just to be sure.
No one's ever gonna get to me
Oh, the way you do
Now baby, can't you see
That you're the one, the only one
Who's ever made me feel this way
After dinner, Kim decided to go out for a walk. With a light spring in her step, Kim grabbed her jacket and headed out the door.
Nothing's ever coming even close
No one's ever been comparable to you
The next day-
Ron was glad the rain had stopped shortly before Tori offered him dinner. Ron declined, stating that he should probably get home and get unpacked. The rain had stopped after nearly an hour of torrents bombarding the house. Tori had given Ron a full tour of the mansion, pointing out little treasures such as rare vases and the like. Ron was deeply interested in such, and the hour flew by like minutes. The mansion, as Ron had been given the impression of before, was extremely large. But then again, it was owned by a school, so why shouldn't it be large. Ron said goodbye to Tori and headed home.
I don't want nothin' I don't got
I don't need nothin' but you
I can't get more than you're given me
Don't stop anything you do
You're all that, all that and then some
You know what, just what I need
And no girl, no place, no where
Could mean a thing to me
Ron, utterly exhausted, dragged himself out of his car. He'd had no will to park it in his driveway, leaving it on the street instead. Ron forced himself up the sidewalk. But not before running into someone. He muttered an apology and was about to lug on when he heard a voice. Turning, he stared at her.
"Ron?"
It was Kim.
She's no you, oh, no
You give me more than I could ever want
She's no you, oh, no
I'm satisfied with the one I've got
Cause you're all the girl
That I ever dreamed
She's only a picture on a magazine
She's no you, she's no you
In the next instant, both of them were hugging fiercely. Neither noticed that their pendants had begun to glow and hover about thier necks. Neither noticed the man with the messy black hair in the ninja uniform lingering across the street.
A/N: Well, one more chapter to go and then this thing is finished. You know, I have to say that Get 'GO' ing is my favorite chapter, and I love the name of the chappie. Sorry this chapter is a little late, but I was very busy, and it took me forever to find a song to match this chapter, then tons of homework, and Friday I lost my voice. Not a good week for me. Very bad week actually. It's part of the Ace Factor- Bad luck is built into me. Blech. One more chapter to go folks. Anyways, after I finish this Where Did It Go Wrong and Twin Romance will be finished next, and we'll see how it goes from there. I've got my own website now, so you can check it out if you want. Check out Twila Starla's Cold Blooded Retribution; if you enjoyed Turning Over a New Green Leaf and what I've done of Secrets Better Told, and Twila Starla's Scarlet Favor, then you'll enjoy this. Why am I so sure? Because Twila and I are co-writing that fic! Scarlet and Evil Kimala are the villians.
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Disclaimer: I don't own K.P. and Co. She's No You belongs to Jesse McCartney. And for the moment, Tori Kane belongs to me. Camp Wannaweep, that awful twisted camp of misfortune, certainly does not belong to me and I hope I never own it nor go there to pay Gill a visit.
