I do not own Kim Possible. I often reference People, places, and things. I don't own them either.
Author note: I decided to write this because I was looking for Camille X Ron Fictions and there were none. Guess it's just not a thing. Well maybe this will inspire people to make it a thing.
Redemption for the Chameleon chapter one: An unexpected friend.
Camille walked out the gates that lead to the outside world. She had been on the inside for almost ten years now and had nearly forgotten what the outside world smelled like. Taking in a deep breath of the cold air through her nose she was a bit disappointed . It smelled better than that rotten jail cell but not by much. It was currently the middle of fall and all she had to wear was the striped tank top and white skinny jeans that she had been arrested in. She had lost everything thanks to teen hero Kim possible. But seeing as it had been nearly ten years she doubted that Kim was still a teenager, with she herself nearing what one would call middle age.
Looking down the street Camille was surprised to see a black 1966 Chevy Chevelle 4 door sitting at the edge of the sidewalk. Most people knew better then to park on the street outside a prison unless they were there to pick someone up. And seeing as she was the only one getting out today she assumed it must be for her.
"Who could that be?" Camille wondered out loud. She had no one. No friend's and no family. Sure she had many adoring fans during her time as a celebrity but after being disowned by her father and spending so many years in jail she was now what one would consider a nobody, just an average person off the street. She sighed before making her way down the street. She no longer walked with the somewhat ridiculous swagger she one did, instead now walking more like a normal human being
As Camille approached the car the window rolled down to reveal a man with shaggy shoulder length blonde hair and a short beard sitting behind the wheel. The man was wearing sunglasses so Camille could not see his eyes, but he seemed to be rather muscular and wearing a green dress shirt over a brown sweat shirt and blue jeans. "It's been a long time Camille." Said the man. "Do I know you?" Camille asked with a sense of suspicious hesitation as she bent down to peer inside the car and to get a better look at the man behind the wheel.
"I suppose it has been a while sense we last seen each other. And in all fairness, I have changed a lot. The Name's Ron. Ron Stoppable." Ron said as he took off his sunglasses to look into her sparkling blue eyes with his strong brown ones. "Ron Stoppable… Ron Stoppable…" Camille said quietly to herself as she pondered the name, tapping her index finger against her lower lip. "Wait, your Kim Possible's sidekick! She send you to come check up on me?" Camille asked with distain as she narrowed her sharp eyes at him.
"Were no longer affiliated, it is nice of you to remember me however." Ron said casually as he placed his wrist on top of the steering wheel as he stretched his other arm out and draped it over the passenger seat head rest. Ron had to admit that her eyes held an intimidating danger to them that could give even Shego a run for her money. If he had been his old cowardly self they were sure to have frightened him.
"So what do you want than?" Camille asked with suspicious surprise as her eyes widened. "I heard you were getting out today and I just thought you needed a place to stay." Ron said cooly. "Oh really? And what's in it for you?" Camille asked with cold suspicion as she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him again. "Nothing. Now you want A ride or not? My time is valuable and I don't exactly see a line of cars here to pick you up." Ron said as he looked around to emphasize the fact that he was the only one around who seemed to care that she existed.
Camille let out a heavy and defeated sigh. "Fine." Camille whined before opening the door and sliding down into the seat. Shutting the door she looked over at the man. Admittedly she hadn't known him very well personally, much less so than other villains such as Shego for example, but he didn't seem much like how she remembered him or what his reputation once was.
Things became awkwardly silent inside the car as it began to move and Camille stared at Ron who seemed to pay her no mind. "So you said you are no longer with that red headed rat?" Camille asked as she warded her question in such a way to test if he was lying to her or not. If he got upset than clearly that must mean he was lying.
"That seems a bit uncalled for. You were the one who decided to impersonate people and use their identities to steal things. But like I said, me and Kim don't work together anymore." Ron said casually. Camille was about to protest but she couldn't come up with anything valid to say. Spending so much time in Jail gave her time to think. She was filled with anger and hate towards Kim Possible and her own father but she also knew that Ron was right. She was the one who chose to do what she did.
The trip was quite long as it took most of the day. Camille didn't say much and Ron didn't ask or try to speak to her. They only time Camille moved was to occasionally use the rest room during fuel stops and when she would glance over at him and stare like she was examining him or deep in thought about something pertaining to him. This was all very strange to Camille. Was he supposed to be her knight in shining armor or something? If so, why? He clearly came a long way just to come get her. Part of her wondered if he had planned to dump her in a river or something but Camille didn't really care. She was disappointed but not surprised when no one recognized her at the gas stations. She was a nobody after all. She had nothing to live for. Not even her cat Debutant to keep her company.
It wasn't till around sundown that they pulled into Ron's driveway outside a simple white house in a simple neighborhood. Stepping outside the car Camille took in her surroundings. She wasn't sure where she was but all the houses looked to be about the same to her eye. The only thing that made Ron's house stand out was the classic car in his driveway that she had just gotten out of. It wasn't the grand and extravagant life she once had, she knew that she would never get that back. But at least it wasn't prison. But at least in prison Camille knew what to expect.
"You coming?" Ron asked as he made his way to the front door and unlocked it. Camille looked around as she had been snapped from thought before finding him already at the front door and gulping lightly before responding. "Yes." She said just a bit nervously before fallowing him inside. Inside was much the same as the outside, plain and simple. At least compared to the houses she had been used to. Despite that she had to admit the house had a warm and inviting look to it with the inside being of warm and neutral colors. This however had the adverse effect by making it feel a little too inviting and thus making Camille feel even more nervous, worried that she might be stepping into the house of an axe murderer.
Camille turned and saw that Ron was making his way up the stairs, the only thing signaling her that he had walked away was the creaking of the wooden steps. Camille decided to fallow, seeing as he still had to tell her where she would be sleeping. Ron lead her to a door at the end of the hall and opened it before flicking on the lights and standing to the side as he gestured towards the open door. "This is where you will be staying. Dinner will be ready in about an hour." Ron said before walking away. As he did so Camille watched him curiously. She remembered him to be more of a sweet bumbling buffoon. She wondered what had happened to make him so cold. Perhaps cold was the wrong choice of wards, he had drove all that way just to give her a place to stay after all. That was of course assuming that he wasn't an axe murder. Considering that he sad that dinner would be ready in about an hour and she wasn't currently on a chopping block she assumed that wasn't the case. Not that she had considered the fact that she was too skinny to be worth eating.
Camille shut the door behind her and looked around as she entered the room. It was a small and simple room painted in a dark red color with a dresser, a bed, a mirror on the wall, a small desk, and a lamp by the door. Camille sighed heavily as she walked over to the mirror and began to examine herself. She skimmed her fingertips along her cheek as she examined the subtle lines in her face, as well as the one or two nearly unnoticeable grey hairs that began to show at the corners of her scalp. She felt the hands of time creeping up on her like death knocking at her door. The irony of the matter was despite being almost 40 her age really didn't mean much sense with her shape shifting ability she could look however she wanted. Still Camille chose to show the wrinkles in her face because ironically she didn't like the idea of hiding who she was. Maybe it was all that time spent in prison that gave her the chance to reflect on who she was. Not that she truly knew the answer to that question however.
Camille decided to lay on the bed and wait till dinner. Placing her hands behind her head she began to think of all of her possible life outcomes just as she had done many times before. This time however she began to ponder this life's possible outcomes sense this was a situation she had never foreseen. A few of the possible outcomes that ran through her head ended in a bloody and gruesome death but on the other hand while she thought it silly she actually dared to imagine her life turning around with her being happy and married with children. She never used to want such things but over the years it was a thought that occurred to her once and a while. She supposed that deep down every girl wanted that.
After some time Camille got up with a sigh, deciding that none of her musings logically made any sense. She was a criminal and a nobody. Not to mention a shape shifting freak. No one would want a family with her.
Meanwhile Ron was downstairs cooking dinner. He himself wasn't exactly sure why he had decided to drive all that way just so that she would have a place to stay. Probably the fact that he still had a good heart despite now being a bit jaded had a large part in it. Another was probably the fact that Camille was one of the of the most benign villains he had gone up against in his youth. Also Ironically despite the fact that Camille was once a wealthy heiress as well as having the ability to shape shift she was probably also a lot more like a normal person compared to other villains he had known. Not to say that people like Drakken and Shego weren't people with feelings and reasons for being who they were, but Camille never had any crazy take over the world schemes . She was merely motivated by the sin of greed like most people.
Ron was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming down the stars behind him. Turning he saw Camille standing there. It was a strange sight indeed, to have such a beautiful Paris Hilton type woman standing there. They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Camille asked what she had come to ask. "So what's for dinner? Hopefully something better then what they served in prison." Camille asked, ending with a joke and a slight tease as she did her best to put on a flirty smile.
"Don't worry, I can assure you it is much better then prison food." Said Ron. Either her flirtatious remark went over his head, or he just didn't care. In fact he sounded a bit like he may have been insulted by her remark. Camille frowned ever so slightly at the fact that things had just became even more awkward.
Figuring that there was no other way to get around the awkwardness of the situation Camille groaned and decided to say what had been on her mind. "Look, I don't mean to sound ungrateful here… But what is it that you want? Why did you drive all that way just to come get me?" Camille asked as she crossed her arms and gave him a scrutinizing look. "What exactly do you think I am?" Ron asked offended by her question. "I don't Know, That is why I am asking! Normal people don't just go out of their way to give a stranger a place to stay. Specially a nobody like me…" Camille said trailing off sadly.
Ron was more than a bit surprised to hear Camille call herself a nobody. Camille had always been so arrogant and full of herself. Was she really that depressed? Had she just given up on life? "You're not a nobody Camille. I mean, nobody is a nobody right?" Ron said with a shrug as he tried to comfort her. "Oh you're really reassuring me here." Camille said sarcastically as she raised an eyebrow. "Alright, fine! I don't really know exactly why I decided to do it. I guess you just seemed like an alright person who just needs a shot at redemption." Said Ron.
Camille was more than a bit surprised by this as her arms hung limp by her sides and her mouth hung open just a little ways as she stared at him in shock. "What?" Ron asked with an irritated shrug. After a moment Camille managed to gather her wards. "An alright person? You think of a shape shifting freak and a thief as an alright person?" Exclaimed Camille. "Hey from what I heard it was your choice to have that experimental plastic surgery so it seems a bit unfair to call yourself a freak. And it's not like you ever tried to take over the world or anything." Ron said as he through his hands up.
Camille clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she glared at him, remembering all the pain and hate that caused her to go through with the experimental surgery. It had been her plan all along to use it to frame others for her own crimes. Partly so she could in some way steal back the fortune that she had lost and partly in some way get her revenge on the world for the pain and emptiness she felt in her heart. A pain that she had always tried to fill with the things of this world, just like so many people.
Ron took a fighting stance, seeing that her rage could boil over at any minute. Camille began to shake with anger as she pondered what to do. She could take out her anger by yelling at him. Not like she could do much else. She was a slippery chameleon designed to hide in in the shadows, or even in plain sight, fighting wasn't her thing. She wanted to tell him that she hated him even though she knew she didn't. He had been just Kim Possible's bumbling buffoon. He didn't even have a hand in her arrest. She had hate for Kim possible but truly who she who she hated most of all was her sister, father and herself.
Camille's emotions reached a boiling point when she burst into tears as she covered her face and ran back upstairs as she went to her room and locked the door before throwing herself onto the bed and curled up into a ball as she clutched her red face as tears flowed freely from her blue eyes. Back downstairs Ron stood at his place in the kitchen just blinking in surprise. That was not what he had been expecting, though maybe he should have. Camille wasn't exactly the tough girl type.
Ron turned off the stove and made his way upstairs, the food was done anyways. Ron walked up to Camille's door and cleared his throat before knocking on her door. "Go away." Was the response he got from the other side of the door. "Dinner is ready." Ron tried nervously, knowing that it wasn't going to work. "I'm not hungry." Camille replied from the other side of the door, her voice broken slightly by the sobbing.
Ron paused as he wondered what either his Mentor or his old self would do in this situation. His old self probably would have said something stupid and ridiculous in the hopes that it would work while his mentor probably would come up with some wise and logical reason why she had no reason to cry. Mulling it over Ron decided to attempt the ladder. "Things could be worse you know." Said Ron. There was no reply, only the sound of quiet sobbing. "Ok, so I don't know why you're so upset, but I can assure you it's nothing that can't be fixed." Ron tried again in a somewhat pleading tone.
There was to reply again. Not until the door opened to reveal Camille's red and tear soaked face. "And what would you know?" Camille asked accusingly. "Well, I know you can't stay stuck in the past." Ron said gently tapping his fingertips together. He was just saying the first thing that came to mind. Maybe in some ways he hadn't changed that much after all. "But I have no future!" Camille shouted.
Ron winced slightly at the sound of her voice before replying. "Sure you do. You just have to decide what to do with it." Ron said softly, trying to cheer her up. "What are you a fortune cookie?" Camille asked placing her hands on her hips and gently tapping her foot on the floor impatiently. Ron groaned as he tilted his head back and squeezed the bride of his nose. He was trying his best but she was really beginning to irritate him, almost to the point where he considered kicking her out. He was beginning to question if this had been such a good idea. "Question not your good deeds and worry not others non understanding for the lord smiles upon those who do his will." Ron heard the small voice of his mentor saying in the back of his head.
Ron groaned before continuing. "Have you ever heard of Jesus?" Asked Ron. "That fictional guy from that book?" Camille asked with skeptical irritation. "No my gardener." Ron said with sarcastic irritation. Camille looked at him blinking with surprise, not expecting that reaction from him. Part of her wanted to laugh but she got his point so she stayed quiet and waited for him to continue. "Jesus is real and he loves you and can help you Camille." Ron said in a serious tone. "Yea, and so does Santa Clause." Camille said sarcastically as she crossed her arms and lifted an eyebrow.
"How would you know? Doubt you have ever been on his nice list." Ron said with an amused smirk, mentally patting himself on the back for such a quick and clever comeback. Camille huffed as she clenched her fists and puffed out her cheeks as she began to turn red, looking like a 4 year old that hadn't got her way. Ron restrained the urge to laugh and instead only allowed a slightly devious and amused smirk. Eventually Camille stomped her foot and huffed again before turning around and crossing her arms.
"Just come downstairs for dinner." Ron said before turning and walking away. Camille glanced over her shoulder and watched him walk away as she tried to act like she didn't care. After he had gone back downstairs she stood there for a moment before sighing and then shutting the door as she turned around and fallowed him downstairs.
Ron was already setting the table in the dining room which was across the hall from the kitchen. Camille glanced from across the hall to the food still sitting on the stove and sighed before bringing it over to the table. "You can just put it there." Ron said as he pointed to a place at the center of the table. Camille did as she was told. It was a strange feeling. This was probably the closest thing she had ever done to manual labor as well as it being one of the only times she had ever done something that she was told.
Ron and Camille soon sat at the long dining table as they ate in awkward silence, with each sitting diagonally across from each other. Eventually Camille couldn't take the awkward tension that she was feeling anymore and decided to brake it with a question that had been in the back of her mind most of the day. "So what happed between you and Kim?" Camille asked as she scooped a fork full of peas into her mouth.
The awkward silence only got more awkward as Ron didn't reply at first as he considered how to handle this question. He could choose not to answer but really he had no reason to do that. Despite having a darker outlook on life than he once had he was no longer mad at Kim and had come to forgive her long ago. "Heh… Well you see, things started to fall apart the same day that you had got arrested…" Ron stated a bit hesitantly.
-FLASH BACK-
Ron was currently looking at two women who claimed to be his girlfriend and long tome best friend Kim possible. He had just been trapped in a box for several hours with a crazed Mr. Barkin so perhaps his senses were a bit off at the moment. Ron rubbed his chin as he examined the two nearly identical women. "That one is the real Kim!" Ron proclaimed confidently before walking over and placing his arm around said Kim. "I may not know what's going on, on where we are, but I know my own girlfriend." Ron said proudly as he pulled the supposed Kim closer to him as he smiled at her with her smirking confidently back at him.
"What the fuck Ron! How could you possibly mistake that slutty bimbo for me!?" The other Kim exclaimed in rage. "Hold up there Ron." Said Monique as she closely examined the Kim that he believed to be the real one. Monique noticed subtle details that Ron somehow seemed to miss. Like the fact that this Kim had slightly darker skin tone, and the fact that her eyes had a slight twinge of blue mixed in with the green.
"Ron that's Camille!" Monique said as she pointed an accusing finger at the Kim imposter. In all fairness it had been a rush transformation on Camille's part and she was usually much better at copying her targets appearance. Ron looked at the woman beside him currently in his arm with surprise and confusion as she looked back at him with awkward shock. He didn't want to believe that he had gotten it wrong.
"Are you sure Monique?" Ron asked sheepishly still hoping that somehow Monique was the one that was wrong and not him. He knew that if he had mistaken his girlfriend and best friend sense pre K for someone else than he might as well kiss it all goodbye. "Take a good look at her Ron! Tanned skin and off shade eyes." Monique exclaimed.
Ron felt himself begin to sweat as he took another look at the woman he was currently holding onto. Monique was right. "Shit!" Exclaimed Camille as she took off running, all while shifting back into her usual form. As she opened the doors to run out the building she ran straight into the fashion police. It was hard to believe they were real police with any type of authority but apparently they were.
"Well if it isn't Camille Leon. You have been on our most wanted list for some time now." Said one of the fashion officers as they grabbed her. They had believed that she had been working with the fashionistas to steal and recreate designer clothing and sell the knockoffs as real things but they had no way of finding her till now. Camille struggled to get away but it was no use, she was just a frail and slender woman with no real strength or fighting ability.
The fashion police soon placed Camille in handcuffs and forcefully removed her from the building along with Mr. Barkin who was dressed in a lady's coat, red heels, a feathered boa and had a lamp shade on his head. Apparently that was a crime that you could be arrested for. "I'll get you for this Kim Possible if it is the last thing I do!" Camille proclaimed with hate dripping from her wards as she was dragged from the building.
Once the police had removed Camille, Barkin, and the fashionistas from the building it was Just Kim, Ron, and Monique. Kim walked up to Ron and slapped him hard across the face as Monique gasped as she watched, unable to do anything. "Ron you fucking asshole! How the fuck could you possibly mistake her for me!?" Kim screamed with rage. Ron stood there in shock for a moment. He had expected that and he was glad she hadn't done worse but he was still in shock.
Kim raised her hand to smack him again as Ron put his hands up defensively to cover his face as he desperately tried to explain himself. "Cut me a brake I was trapped in a crate with Mr. Barkin! I was sitting with a cow! He was talking to a chicken and…" Ron rambled desperately but was cut off by Kim. "Save it Ron! We are over!" Kim exclaimed before storming off in a fit.
-END FLASH BACK-
"I tried to patch things up from there, we continued to go on a few missions together but we soon fell apart shortly after." Ron said sadly as he finished his story. "Hold on, are you saying it's my fault that Kim dumped you?" Camille asked defensively as she placed a hand over her chest. "Now did I say that? No I did not." Ron said with irritation.
Camille looked away feeling a bit guilty for her outburst. "No Camille it's my fault in part. But Kim made her choice. I may have messed up but she chose not to forgive me. I was very angry and bitter about that for a while but I eventually came to forgive her. Forgiveness is very important Camille. If you can't learn to forgive those who have wronged you you will find that it will eat you alive and tear you apart" Ron said sadly.
Camille thought about what he had to say. She had never thought of it like that. At times she had wanted to let her anger go and she knew that she felt better in times when she didn't think about it but she had no clue how to let it go. And she wasn't sure that she wanted to just yet.
Camille decided that she didn't want to think of any of that right this moment and instead decided to change the subject. "So what happened after that? I mean like, how did you get to where you are now?" She asked him as she went to finish her dinner. Ron sighed as he put his fork down on his plate as he finished eating before placing his hands together in front of him. "After me and Kim split up I went to Japan to train with this secret Ninja school. I can't give you any details on it sense I am sworn to secrecy . So I spent some time with them but it just didn't feel right for some reason. I than met a man named Jack Giri who was an ex Green Beret. He trained me for a while and became my mentor. I currently work for him. He does 'private security'." Ron said finishing with air quotes over the wards private security.
"Ok, what's 'private security'?" Camille asked as she made air quotes with her fingers. "Private security is basically a front term meaning mercenary. Or at least that is what it is called for legal reasons. The term mercenary also isn't exactly fitting sense that's not really how we operate." Ron said as he folded his hands in front of him. "Ok… Two questions. One, why are you telling me this? And two, how do you operate? "Camille asked with cat like curiosity. "I'm telling you because I can. Our organization isn't exactly secret but it also isn't widely known. Truth be told the existence of Global Justice is more openly accepted. And while I don't know all the inns and out of the politics or how we get money but basically countries 'donate' money as an incentive to gain our support, with each trying to bribe us into doing what they want. However with every country giving us money and countries trying to one up each other in order to gain our help we aren't actually obligated to help one country over another. And therefore we just do what we see fit." Ron explained.
"So let me get this straight…? Your organization takes bribes from countries in order to help them. But because so many countries are bribing you guys you can just do as you please for whatever country?" Camille asked with surprise. "There is a bit more to it but essentially yes." Said Ron. "Wait… How can one small organization convince all the world's countries and governments to pay them tribute?" Asked Camille. "That is because while were not well known we are not small. Our main headquarters is big enough to be considered its own small country and it is operated as such. And were everywhere with our own agents hidden in every country and nearly every organization on earth, political or otherwise." Said Ron.
"So wait… You work for the illuminati?" Camille asked in wide eyed shock. "More like the anti illuminati." Ron said proudly with a smirk. Camille sat there staring at him flabbergasted and at a total loss for wards. After a moment she eventually was able to form words again. "Again, why are you telling me this? You're not going to have to kill me now or anything are you? Camille asked slightly nervously. "Don't know. Maybe you would be interested in joining?" Ron said with a shrug and ignoring her second question. Again Camille was surprised. "Me? Why me? I have nothing to offer." Camille asked with surprise.
"Are you kidding? With your abilities you have nothing to offer? And before you say something stupid like, you're a criminal or something, know that most of the people in the organization are ex criminals." Said Ron. "What? Why would you have a bunch of ex criminals in your organization?" Camille asked as she slammed her fist on the table. "Let's just say that the boss believes in redemption." Ron said confidently with a smirk.
Camille didn't get much sleep that night as she had a lot on her mind.
Author note: Here is chapter one. I am eager to see how much attention this gets and to see how many people are actually interested in a Camille X Ron fic.
