Disclaimer: Playing in someone else's pool.

Author's Notes: If you have access to BBC America, do yourself a favor and watch Hex. With this, and The Ronless Factor, I think those who like the ghost from beyond helping out stories will get a kick out of Thelma.

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As Ron left the room, Bonnie sat down and ran her hands over her face and through her hair. She sighed and leaned back. Tara slumped to the floor sighing. Yori returned to her seat and sat down. The three looked at each other. Tara broke the silence. "That could have gone better."

"Actually, that went about as well as could be expected," Bonnie corrected as she shook her head. "Ron doesn't adapt well to change, and you have to admit that this would be a major change for anyone. We just need to give him time, and let him come to terms of the offer. Most guys I know would have jumped at the offer, but we all know Ron, and he wouldn't be him if he did that, especially after what has been going on. What worries me is the mumbling to himself. It could be that he has adopted his conscience as Kim to help him cope, or it could be that he might just need to have a good old-fashioned break down.

"Now, I know none of us want that, but if we stop it, then we are just prolonging it till it does happen. We just need to watch and wait. If it does happen, we will make sure that we are there, and help him however we are able."

Yori nodded, and Tara sighed deeply as she put her head to Bonnie's leg. Bonnie ran her fingers into the blonds hair, and scratched her scalp. Yori watched both physically relax. Yori realized what the two had feelings for more than just Ron, but the other feelings were more than likely hidden from themselves and each other. And the entire tableau was observed by two darkened green eyes.

Ron started running as soon as he was out of the door. He forced himself to keep his pace at a grueling level to prevent his mind from working out what just happened. That wasn't what he wanted, he kept telling himself. Well, he knew full well that his mind had put together scenarios like that before from time to time, but he didn't consider them to actually have a possibility of happening. He kept driving himself to go faster and harder, to outrun the thoughts of his brain, but it was to no avail. Reaching his house, he had to slow down and enter his lungs and legs burning from exertion. Slowly he entered the house, legs protesting each movement. Taking a gasp, he collapsed onto a chair at the kitchen table.

"Ronald, is that you?" questioned his mother from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mom," gasped Ron, his head still on the table.

"I think your friend is trying to reach you on your thingy. It keeps making odd noises."

Ron took a moment before responding. He had to so he could translate what his mother said into something he could understand. Thingy was anything technological that she didn't really understand. Ron could only think of one thing, the Kimmunicator. That meant that Wade was trying to reach him. Ron groaned as he pulled himself up to trudge up the stairs to his room. Driving himself by willpower, step by step, he reached his room and grabbed the Kimmunicator as it began its familiar refrain, "What's up, Wade?"

"Ron, am I ever glad to finally get you. Where have you been?" inquired the tech genius.

"I went for a run, no pockets, so no Kimmunicator. What is so important?"

"We have a hit on the site."

"Guess someone hasn't heard that Kim is dead," growled Ron.

"They probably did. It seems that Monkey Fist stole an artifact, and sent you a message that he did it."

"Set me up a ride for two, Wade. It's time to play another round of slap monkey," Ron said with ice in his voice.

"Ron are you sure? I could probably have GJ dispatch a squad to round him up."

"No, this game is between him and me, and I am tired of playing it. Just get the ride set up, Wade; I have a call to make."

The young genius paused before disconnecting the feed, "Ron, you aren't going to call who I think you are. There are other ways of doing things. Ron…"

At that point, Ron terminated the connection. He walked to his phone and looked at the card beside it. He took a breath, picked up the receiver, and then dialed the number. Upon hearing a click after the ringing Ron started, "Hello, I need your help."