Disclaimer: Looks like the acquisition arm of Gargoylesama Inc was unsuccessful with the purchase of Kim Possible from Disney. Guess I can only say, that I am doing this for free, have fun guys.
Author's Notes: One hundred twelve hits and I am starting the next day on the next chapter. I tell you, sometimes my muse is freaking insane. I do hope those that are reading this story are enjoying it. Part of me thinks I should take it back to M, load it with smutty fluff and be done with it, the other part of me says stay the course, finish the story. My muse tells me, that if I do that, she will pack up her bags and not come back. She really thinks that is a threat.
An hour had passed, and Ron was waiting outside his house for a ride. To say he was nervous would be true; also anxious would be a valid observation. Soon he would be playing one of his games, Smack Monkey. As soon as his backup and ride got here, all things would be ready to go. It was from this uneasy state of revelry that the familiar strain of the Kimmunicator rang. "What do you have on an ETA for the ride, Wade?"
The preteen genius looked chagrined at Ron. "Well, you see, Ron, I couldn't get anyone. No one seems to be available. How about I call in GJ and let them handle things?" Wade looked expectantly at Ron, his look faded under the glare of the brown orbs of Ron's eyes. "Come on, Ron, it's a trap; we both know that! If he didn't know you were coming, then, yes, maybe, but not this way. If you want to commit suicide, then I can hook you up with some much more humane people." Seeing this having no effect on Ron, Wade sighed, "I didn't want to have to do this, look at the corner." Ron turned to the left and saw nothing. Wade's image shook its head, "The other corner." Ron looked to the right. At the corner was Bonnie's car, followed by Tara's.
"Wade," growled Ron, "What are they doing here?" Ron sighed as the approached. He had to give the techie his props for this. About the only thing that might have a chance of stopping him from going on this mission was there in the car with Bonnie and Yori. Actually, truly in the car was Kim, hanging onto the front grate, body cascading from the hood like a spectral figurehead of a ghost ship. Ron shook his head as the three girls poured out of the two cars and headed for him, tailed by the one ghost. The din of their voices rose as the assailed the walkway towards Ron. He held up his hand as the approached and they all stopped talking. "I'm going to say this to you all only once. Don't stop me from doing this. I not only have to do this, but I need to do this. I've taken on Monkey Fist before and come out ahead. This will be no difference. Think of this as stepping out on my own, and if I don't do this, then I won't be able to move forward at all. I know you all have reasons for me not to go, but the gist of the matter is that, for me, I need to do this."
Ron watched as the steam let out of Bonnie, and Tara started to scratch the inside of her palms with the fingers of the same hand. It was what he had seen every time before a big game, or a competition. She was nervous, and this was her unconscious coping mechanism. Yori just nodded, "Very well, Ron-kun, I will change my clothes and be ready in ten minutes."
"No, Yori, you are staying here. Look after Bonnie, and Tara, and my mother. I have someone else coming to help me if I need it."
"Ron, you can't do this. I forbid it," pleaded the spectral Kim. "If I was with you, maybe, but not alone, this isn't like the first time, you surprised him that time. Ron are you listening to me, please…"
"Look, I know that you are worried about me, each and everyone of you, but I have someone that will look out for me, and make sure things stay on the up and up. In fact," Ron's explanation was cut short by the squealing of tires on pavement.
The rider took off the green and black helmet, revealing the raven locks of Shego. "Don't worry ladies; I will make sure your hunk comes back in one piece. Monty messed up when he went against the agreement. Whatever is left after Ron is done, I get. So, Stoppable, when is the ride getting here?"
Ron sighed and frowned, "Sorry, Shego, Wade copped out on this one, no ride. I was wondering…"
"Sorry, I don't have my jet with me here. Though," she paused for a moment in thought, the brought out her cell phone, "give me a moment."
"SHEGO?" wailed Kim. "You called SHEGO to come and help you?" Ron cringed as Kim kept on her tirade, "My nemesis, the one that probably danced at my funeral?"
"Y'all probably recognize Shego from the poster in Kim's locker. She was at Kim's funeral, brought a rose and all. She gave me her card. You probably saw her take me to school. Well, before that we talked. She is going to help me step up the hero thing. Also, the bad guys got together and put together a truce, if you will," Ron was speaking straight towards Kim, "Monkey Fist has broken that, and he was one of them that formed it. Apparently that was just a ruse to set me at ease."
"Hey, Stoppable, I got us a ride. Seems you will get to play Smack Monkey, and I will get a little quality time with my boyfriend."
Ron turned to Shego, "That's great… so who is giving us the ride?"
"Senor Senior Senior, when I told him what was up about Monkey Fist, he went off on a tirade about the villains code, you know how he is, anyway, he is hooking us up with a ride, and we are going to swing by and pick up Junior on the way."
Ron's head tilted to the side, "Junior, okay, why?"
"Doy, I said I get some quality time with my boyfriend."
From behind Ron's ear, Kim's ethereal voice sounded, "I am SO, coming with on this one."
Ron only nodded in agreement.