Ron woke up and took his shower. He made a couple of calls and checked for available flights to every major airport in the world, to cover for only wanting the information for Japan.

He could have requested a jet from Global Justice, but that would have left a very visible trail, which would go against everything he'd been taught. Sure, the day repeated, but bad habits were forever, plus it would have disappointed Master Sensei and Yuri.

He had several hours until he had to be at the airport, so he decided to try out something he'd been curious about.

Entering the kitchen, he set the frying pan on the stove and got out half a pan of turkey bacon. Normally he wouldn't have done this, but he was in a time loop so he might as well try out things he'd normally never do.

Five minutes later

"Ron!" Kim squealed as she entered the kitchen.

"Hey KP," he replied cheerfully, before wincing.

"You're naked!" she exclaimed unable to tear her eyes away from him as he bounced back and forth in front of the stove while he cooked.

"I'm indoors," he pointed out dodging another splatter of grease from the frying bacon before he flipped it.

"Yes but… naked!" she forced her eyes off his buns with tremendous effort.

"Not seeing 'ow!' your point," he replied as he set the bacon aside and put in three fresh strips.

"Um," she said trying to figure out what her point was. Did she have one? Suddenly it came to her. "Yes, but you're naked in a part of your house that people are normally clothed in."

"I can't cook anywhere else," he said, still bouncing back and forth concentrated on his task.

Despite how distracting his movements were she kept her focus. "Ron, why are you frying bacon naked?"

"Because it's incredibly hard to do without getting burned," Ron replied, "but I think I'm getting the hang of it." He winced as he dodged the wrong way and got tagged by a drop of hot grease. "Mostly."

"I," Kim fell silent trying to figure out why Ron was frying bacon naked. She found herself distracted by the way he moved, his very visible muscles shifting beneath his skin. Her stomach rumbled at the aroma of the bacon that was filling the kitchen and her mouth watered.

"I'm getting good at this," Ron said proudly.

"I… gotta go," Kim said, a mix of emotions filling her head.

"Kay, catch you later, KP," he replied absently, focused on his work.

Kim returned to her house.

"Where's Ron?" her mother asked.

"He's cooking breakfast," Kim replied as she took her seat.

"Already started before you could invite him?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, he was several stripped, I mean strips in," Kim said as her mother set a plate in front of her.

"We'll just have to catch him next time," Anne said.

Kim nodded and the aroma of bacon floated up from her plate, making her stomach rumble and her panties dampen.

Kim froze. 'This can not be happening, I am not getting turned on by the smell of bacon!'

0o0o0o0o0o0

"I need more practice, a lot more practice," Ron noted as he looked at all the burn marks on the front of his body. "Oh well if there's one thing I have now it's plenty of time."

Three hours later

Betty Director slipped into Ron Stoppable's house, following the signal from the chip implanted in him. Normally she'd have assigned an agent to handle this interview, but Ron had invoked one of the Crazy Eight necessitating her personal involvement.

She paused as she reached the kitchen and spotted him, taking in the entire scene at a glance. Ron Stoppable was frying bacon naked, dodging as much hot grease splatter as possible while standing on a floor slick with bacon grease, and there was an enormous quantity of cooked bacon overflowing the counters.

Her first thought was that he'd had a psychotic break, possibly as a side effect of whatever event had sent him back in time or because of what he'd seen, but mentally going over his file she also noted how well he adapted to strange situations, bending and adapting to impossible situations rather than letting them break him.

"Ron, are you ok?" she asked gently.

Ron leapt back from the stove, his feet slipping on the greased floor, causing him to fall, but he caught himself on his free hand, which slipped in the grease as well. Ron rolled with the flow allowing his inertia to spin him back to his feet in a frankly unbelievable feet of acrobatics that looked like it came from a Jackie Chan movie.

"Betty Director," Ron said, "this is a surprise."

"You used the Step Back code," she said bluntly, not one to beat around the bush, "and now I find you trying to drive up the price of pork. I have questions."

"It's turkey bacon, I'm Jewish," he reminded her, "but I get where you're coming from. I'll give it to you straight. I woke up and discovered the day had repeated. Kim being my best friend listened and agreed that everything fit what I was saying so we went to Global Justice and you gave me the Step Back Code."

Ron stepped up to the stove and turned it off, setting the bacon on a plate overflowing with bacon before setting the spatula aside and turning back to her.

"You tested me for clairvoyance and got nada," he explained. "I had hoped the third run through using the code would have ended the loop but nope. This is my fourth day, so after using the code I decided to make some plans. Now, I have a lot of time on my hands, which means I have a lot of time to improve my skills."

"And the skill you chose was cooking bacon naked?" she asked, struggling to get her head around the frankly insane situation they were in.

"Yes and no," Ron said. "I know you've heard the term 'never fry bacon when you're naked' it's a funny little meme about common sense, but I'm sure you've also heard 'anything can be training'."

"I have," she agreed with a nod, seeing the sense in his seemingly senseless actions. "And what are you training by doing this?"

"For one I am now an expert at cooking bacon, which is nothing to sneer at," Ron said, "but also I have gotten better at dodging, keeping my balance on slippery surfaces, recovering for slips and falls, and have increased my pain tolerance."

"Pain tolerance?" she had to ask.

"Hot grease on the nipples, among other places," he said with a shudder.

"I doubt it's that bad," she said, amused but a little impressed at the amount of effort he'd put into this seemingly nonsensical but ultimately practical training exercise.

Ron smirked and offered her his spatula.

Betty started stripping, seeming completely comfortable with doing so.

Ron's jaw dropped while other things rose as the extremely fit older woman disrobed in his kitchen. He quickly grabbed a dish towel to cover himself with, but it just seemed to make things worse as it now looked like he was flying a white flag from his groin.

Taking the spatula and carefully moving across the grease slick linoleum, Betty Director sported her own smirk as she laid several strips of turkey bacon in the pan.

0o0o0o0o0o0

Kim took a deep breath as she stared at the door to Ron's house. She could deal with this. Ron was attractive, that was not an unknown concept, just one she hadn't felt personally until this morning. She was Kim Possible, she could deal.

She grabbed the door handle and slowly turned the knob. As the door opened and the scent of freshly cooked bacon filled her nostrils, she felt her nipples grow hard, and she wondered if this was how fetishes started.

"Augh my nipple!" a female voice called out.

"Hah! Told ya!" Ron crowed.

Kim shut the door. "Tomorrow, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

0o0o0o0o0o0

*Put your hand in mine*

Ron did his new morning routine and then started cooking bacon once more, this time using the spatula to deflect grease splatters. He was quite pleased with his progress by the time Betty showed up.

"Ron, are you ok?" came the gentle female voice from behind him.

"Good morning… afternoon, Betty," Ron said cheerfully, before turning off the stove and turning to face her. "I'm in a time loop, reliving the same day over and over. Since I have all the time in the world, I can practice a number of skills just because I can. What I was just doing was a variation you suggested, using the spatula to deflect grease while cooking."

"How long have you been in the loop?" she asked, concerned for his sanity, as enough time could break anyone.

"This is day five," Ron replied.

She looked at all the bacon and back to Ron, now very concerned.

"Training without being obvious does look strange," he admitted, "but I've still got all my marbles."

"I'd think you'd get bored," she said honestly.

Ron laughed. "I like cooking and the training is challenging, plus Kim's response is funny as hell. Also, yesterday you joined me in training."

"I did?" Betty asked running through all the possible reasons she could have done so in her head, instantly trusting that what he said was the truth as she knew him quite well. She considered the stresses he would be subjected to by experiencing something humans weren't designed to experience and decide he needed a source of relief available to him.

"You did," he said with a grin. "And after the first splatter of grease hit your nipple you even conceded that I was working on my pain tolerance as well."

"I'll have to try it myself to see," Betty said as she began disrobing. It had been quite a long time since she'd been required to do any seduction missions, but with Ron it would hardly be any form of hardship and even if he was handling the stress well her reasoning still held true for the future which would always be her present.

Ten minutes later

"This is much more difficult than it seems," Betty noted, suppressing a wince as a drop of hot grease hit her breast.

"Especially when you have to split your attention making sure the bacon cooks properly," Ron pointed out.

"Damn," Betty muttered. "I think I've burned it."

"I have plenty more,' Ron assured her. "It helps if you watch for the areas where the grease pools and how it shifts when you move the bacon."

Betty nodded as she switched out the burned bacon with three new strips.

"Director?!" Kim exclaimed as she saw the two of them standing naked in Ron's kitchen.

"Hey KP," Ron said cheerfully. "We're testing out reflexes by frying bacon naked."

"Ron is stuck in a time loop where every day is the same," Betty explained, knowing how possessive Kim was of Ron.

"Like Groundhog's Day?" Kim asked, trying to put everything together in a way that made sense. "How long have you been trapped?" she asked, their nudity taking a back seat to her concern for her best friends as she recalled how crazy Bill Murray had gone in that movie.

"I think this is the fifth or sixth day," Ron said, "maybe seventh. It depends on if you count the first day and it's kinda hard to keep track."

"You got over your shyness in just a few days?" Kim asked in disbelief, figuring it'd have taken months of being trapped in a loop if not years before he was comfortable being naked like this.

"I got over that instantly," Ron replied. "It's not like I have to worry about the consequences or anything."

"Normally that would be -augh my nipple!" Betty leapt back form the stove, the grease causing her feet to slide out from beneath her, which she turned into a shoulder roll, getting up to her knees with the spatula in a guard positions against further splatters.

Ron laughed. "You never believe me about the pain until it hits your nipple." He passed her an ice cube.

"Remind me when this is over to make this mandatory training for all agents," she said, holding an ice cube to her nipple while eyeing the pan like it was a rattlesnake.

"I doubt you'd listen," Ron said, "not until you went through it anyway and I don't think I'll have time on the final day to do it."

"Final day?" Kim asked.

"I'll find a way to break out of the loop," Ron said confidently, "it's only a matter of time, pun intended."

"That is a very healthy attitude to have," Betty said, "and just so you know, you can order anything done using the Step Back Code, so adding this to the agent training course is well within your authority."

"Anything?" Kim and Ron chorused.

"Anything," Betty confirmed. "As long as the loop continues nothing advances, everything is in stasis, so anything needed to break the loop is worth it. The world is in your hands, but then it has been before and as you've said you have all the time in the world, so I'm not really concerned."

"Still 'anything' is a bit much," Kim said. "Ron could order the president to moon congress or have Josh Mankey hunted like a common criminal," she explained.

"And he should," Betty said, turning off the stove.

"Hah, I knew I wasn't the only one who didn't like him," Ron said with a grin.

"What?" Kim asked, shocked.

"Ron is in a unique position," Betty said, "one where the consequences of his actions only apply to his mental stability, so anything he needs to do to maintain that is completely justified as it'll help him break the loop. Plus, there is no telling what will break it, since we don't know what started it, so perhaps Mankey being chased by federal agents with K9 officers will be the key."

"I… I see," Kim said a little stunned at the enormity of it.

"Whoa," Ron said, realizing it was all up to him.

Betty smacked him in the ass with the spatula.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" Ron demanded.

"For taking it too seriously," she replied. "You have been given all of reality as a sandbox game to play with until you figure out the exit command, why are you stressing over it?"

Ron grinned. "Thanks, I needed that."

"Any time," she assured him with a grin, trying to get him back in a productive mindset, "literally."

Typing by: fyrewolf5

AN: Ron is in no rush and has plenty of time to try out any random idea he has, so this happened.

TN: Now, how to get the cheer team and Shego over to see the naked cooking, and what will their reactions be?