Based on RSAHNP
by Henrik Hammer Hedemann...

The Mad Dog of Middleton: Mystical Fever

Kim was really gung-ho about satisfying him to the point where he believed she had something to prove. He says staying as a normal couple was fine. She responds posing a question. What's love without the spark? She insists it would help them deepen their bond as lovers, but he suspected foul play. It all seemed too good to be true. No, good isn't exactly the right word to use here, though it's kind of hard to see the negatives when Kim was being so intimate, greeting him with a kiss in front of what seemed like the entire student body like it was no big thing. It just felt good having a beautiful girl like her express her love to you so openly.

Kim was clinging to his muscular arm with an oblivious, blissful smile. No doubt they drew envious stares and curious glances. Kim seldom drew attention to herself at school despite being famous. It was in her nature to be humble and she believed she was your average teenage girl at heart that should be treated no different than the rest. Even when they were going out, they kept their affective gestures to one another away from the public eye in the belief there was a time and place for that. He guesses that time and place has changed to right fucking now, apparently.

Ron and Kim got their things out of their lockers. They always took the same classes.

"Will you give me one more kiss babe?" She asked.

"Again? Think we already made the leaderboards this morning." Their makeout session lasted minutes, he felt.

"I'm always the one who has to initiate," she whined. "Don't you want to show me how you feel too?" Whenever she gave him her inherited puppy dog pout, he got weak in the knees and couldn't refuse her. He held nothing back.

Her precious little lips were irresistible. He lifted her chin and planted a kiss, pulling her in close as they stared into each other's eyes like nothing else in the world mattered. The tongue he realized, she never used her tongue. This kind of kiss was definitely of French origin. He lost his mind for a moment and put his hand in between her cute, supple ass cheeks, her legs jerked in reaction. She ran her fingers through his hair. Their lips parted to catch their breath, with a trail of saliva breaking off.

At least her intentions at heart are good, and that's good enough for him. Her suggestion upon waking up from her electric shock, to use the Reverse-Polarizer to revert her to normal if there really was a change, seemed enough evidence for him to clear her of being truly out of her mind.

"Ahem."

In an instant Kim reverted to normal, giving an innocent, "Morning Monique."

"You two are real touchy-feely today." Monique raised an eyebrow. "I'm seriously getting moodulator flashbacks."

"Well I'm going to make that Kim look tame in comparison." She said, still holding him tight, with a coy grin. He was going to have to get used to being teased if the past hour was any indication. On that day, he remembered they had their first date. She showed she loved him even then, and that love has carried on to today. The writing has been on the wall for them to take their relationship to the next level had been there the entire time. He wondered if even Monique knew.

"She's going through a phase." Ron said with uncertainty.

"Just warning you this is the digital age we live in, girl. You might want to tone it down, or at least be more discreet. Never know who might be creeping on you."

"Gotcha. We were going to have fun in class too, but I'll make sure our classmates are none the wiser." Kim said with confidence.

"We were going to have what now?" Ron asked. That girl was still full of surprises. "What's wrong with keeping our love life private like we did before, anyways?"

"I want to broadcast we're together, to keep the homewreckers at bay. It's not like we're doing anything wrong." Kim said, not even with a hint of shame or irony. She ultimately decided the best way to feel that initial excitement of becoming an item, is by being as subtle as a pride parade.

"What brought this on?" Monique asked it like she already knew the explanation, which was odd.

"Not what you think. I just wanted to spice up our sex life, that's all."

"That so? Coulda sworn you two were saving yourselves for marriage." Ron had hoped Monique wouldn't encourage this sort of thing, but having the assumption Monique would do anything for him over Kim was a mistake. She said in jest, "If you really want to know what kinks he's into, all you need to do is check his internet browser history." She gave Ron a knowing look.

"What are kinks exactly?" Kim asked. "Nevermind. I'll look it up." She pat the pocket that carried her communicator.

She'd be surprised. He was afraid the truth would end up angering Kim. Rather than answer with an outright lie, he uttered an, "Uh oh," with a guilty frown.

Monique rolled her eyes and handed Kim some notes. She had to take notes for Kim when she needed to leave class for her job as a heroine. Ron remembered Felix used to do that for him back when they were on speaking terms. "I have to get to Bio."

"Okay. Catch you after class maybe." Kim did a little wave without even looking at her. She stuffed the notes in her bag, and went back to staring lustfully at Ron like some love stricken boy band fangirl. Monique didn't seem to mind, instead looking at Ron with a smile that seemed to say, good luck dude. It was pretty rude considering it's her best friend, well, second best if you count him. The two lovers walked a bit down the hall to their first period class.

The desks weren't assigned, but there was an unspoken rule to go to the same desks throughout the year. Ron and Kim took the back seats cause paper airplanes and crumpled up pieces of paper had the habit of hitting Ron. Not that he was a major target for bullying, but he had what the kids call the funniest reactions. It died down since Kim made friends in detention and told them to keep their hands off Ron. Still, Ron liked being in the back so it was easier to go on his phone or talk in class without making a disturbance.

The two took their seats. Kim pushed their tables close, and was clever enough to make it so people would assume they were sharing a textbook. The bell rang and the late kids made it. That of course, included Bonnie and her little entourage of orbiters and doormats.

Kim huffed in his ear, tickling it. "So I take it you like girls in pink, skimpy clothing?" She fondled his privates through his pants. "All those v-necks and tank tops that show off their midriff and cleavage must be a turn on." Kim talking dirty was off putting, yet he felt more attracted to her than ever.

He maintained his composure. "I wasn't looking at Bonnie." There were tons of students wandering into class.

"Hm? Who said anything about Bonnie?" Kim must feel pretty clever, but for once she had him all wrong. He would have asked what was with her, but they were past that point, and doing that would be breaking the mutual trust that's essential to love. She continued rubbing on his crotch.

"I'm certain you said something like we wouldn't be doing anything wrong..? I'm pretty sure this is straight up illegal, KP."

"Then don't get caught. Pretend it's a stealth mission."

This definitely wasn't pretend, he thought, leaning over the table as his hard-on throbbed. He endured. Being a man for his girlfriend was what he had to do.

When the teacher called on her after a good few minutes of Kim's massage, she stopped what she was doing. She put a finger on her lips once she was done speaking to make sure he didn't say a word, as if he ever would. Ron had football practice later. It's going to get pretty awkward in the locker rooms if they catch him from the front. In some way he supposed he brought this onto himself by lying to Kim, but she was taking this further than he could have ever imagined. Ron looked around the class, and it seemed no one noticed thankfully. How he would survive the week like this, he had no idea.

The sun felt hot on her body as Bonnie Rockwaller worked herself to a sweat at cheer practice. She loved the sport, even if she had to share it with someone like the lamest freak in the school. Her miniskirt swayed and fluttered with her movements. The girls all wiggled their butts in unison and felt their hips. Their oh-so beloved captain had decided to include much more raunchier dances into their routine. And instead of holding it at the gym, she wanted to be near the football team, no doubt to be near her boyfriend.

Ron and Kim's little under the table flirting was the worst kept secret she'd ever seen. It's not as if Bonnie wanted to watch, but they made so much damn noise. They had Bonnie's nomination for most annoying couple in their yearbook for sure. She was stuck in history class, learning about some King Henry while those two distracted her with their lovey-dovey crap. Kim regularly pressed her face up against his arm like the overly attached girlfriend she was. Once Kim had caught Bonnie glancing over, and gave her a smug grin, sticking her tongue out like she was supposed to be jealous or something.

The girls took a five minute breather while Bonnie thought back to how she lied to Kim, and told her Ron's been thinking about dumping her to cause some friction a week back, but nothing came of it. The two were inseparable for years, Bonnie should have known it might backfire. Kim annoyed her even more than before. "It's pathetic. I bet Kim's got him on a leash," she said to her best friends, Tara and Hope.

"I think it's the other way around," Tara said. She looked like she was daydreaming. "Must be nice,"

"Quit talking about it." Hope seemed completely disinterested.

Kim was saying something stupid as the cheer captain, the usual speech. Bonnie ignored her. She texted her boyfriend in Japan. She posed for a sexy selfie and sent it to him. She didn't know if she really missed him or if it was just because he was so far away. But seeing Kim and her even dumber best friend Monique jealous then was a win, as far as she's concerned.

"Are you serious about not making your weekend parties open-invite, when it's senior year?" Tara asked having gotten used to half the school showing up.

"No one here deserves to go. A bunch of gross losers and desperate duffs showed up last time to kill the vibe, and honestly, everyone from Middleton High is stupid."

"But you think everyone is stupid, Bonnie." Tara moped.

"This is the school that had the audacity to believe I'm dating one of those thugs in detention! This is the school that still thinks Smash Mouth is still in. The worst part is I used to think so, too. It's like their stupidity is infectious!"

"Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?" Tara sang. "It's catchy."

"Let's face it, everything is backwards around here because everyone is actually stupid, and I mean everyone. I'm inviting college students from sororities and rich kids for my parties from now on, and that's that. At least there's still some semblance of a food chain with them around."

"Can Jason at least invite his buddies?" Tara asked on behalf of her boyfriend.

"Maybe. If you're good." Bonnie conceded.

She felt so bored recently. The extravagant dinners, the glamorous mansion parties, the popular wannabes that she's surrounded with. She had it all, but other girls seemed happier all the same. She figured some changes to her social life would get her out of the strange slump.

Tara gazed at the football players while taking sips from her water bottle. This was the time of day at every practice where Tara decided to talk about how the kids around looked, whether they look ugly or handsome, laughable or scary, fat or short, and so on. She went from player to player, and gave some compliments to her friends too. The gossip was all fun until it came to talking about Ron.

"What a hunk. I just love his hair now," Tara went on. "Bangs are hot. I mean usually it's not, but his are. He pulls it off." She kept brainstorming as if someone was asking her to explain when there really was no need to. "It really brings the whole look together. You think he uses conditioner, or he grew it out?"

"Who cares?" Bonnie said.

"For the last time, you should stay away from him." Hope said, probably because Tara's taken.

Bonnie couldn't avert her gaze when Ron went shirtless, to check for injuries, it appears. He was with his coach and two other players. It's funny. A year ago those guys couldn't give a damn about a benchwarmer like Ron, but now that he's of use to them, they sure care now. "Don't look, don't look," she tried to tell herself quietly. She must be going crazy if she was finding that loser cute again. A few of the other girls watched as well, though it was out of concern or curiosity. As far as Bonnie knew none of the girls were interested aside from maybe Tara, and the girls weren't exactly shy about letting their feelings be known.

"Not that you're forbidden from looking at other guys but, you can do better than the 'Mad Dog', take it from me." Bonnie used air-quotes. The kids started calling him that for asserting his dominance without really thinking about it, toying with the enemy team due to his speed and strength from his hero work. Ron takes blatant penalties when his team's in the lead just to add further insult to injury. At the rate he was going, he could get suspended from play.

"Yeah, Tara, you should try dating the captain of the soccer team like me. Or maybe the ice hockey captain." Marcella had overheard them and nosed in with a joke, referring to Bonnie's failed publicity stunt. Kim and Liz giggled. "Or maybe the captain of the chess team, or the gardening club!" A few are still bitter over a most awkward prom dance.

"Will you just let it go already?" Bonnie said. "That's so last year."

"What? I'm just saying it's a real brilliant idea to hook up with guys we barely know." Marcella said sarcastically. "Not like our moron of a captain here." Bonnie arranged for the cheerleading squad to get with the guys at the top of the food chain, but most of the relationships didn't work out. For prom, almost every cheerleader on the team, save for one, went with a star player from a sports team for prom night, although calling them star players may be stretching it considering the football team was the only in their school to win a championship in the past decade. The scheme failed when no one seemed to care, and the spotlight was again on Kim Possible.

Only three cheerleaders stayed with their dates. Tara, Hope, and Jessica. And Jessica was dating her boyfriend prior to Bonnie being nice enough to play wingwoman for everyone. The other couplings didn't work out for reasons she wasn't entirely sure. Could be from a lack of chemistry or because some of the guys were jerks or plain ugly. It's all up in the air. It mattered very little to her anyhow. Liz could marry an animal and Bonnie would care less.

"Has Ron been treating you right? He hasn't been forcing you into anything?" Jessica asked, almost sadly.

"He's been so good to me." Kim bragged. "It's like we were made for each other. I wish every girl could have a guy like Ron. He tries his best everyday and has sacrificed so much for my sake." Their happiness together reminded her of an emptiness she would feel at night.

Marcella teased Kim about her boyfriend being dumped, "His ex-girlfriend left him for a cripple, so obviously he's going to try his best to keep the next one." Marcella was one of the only cheerleaders on friendly enough terms with Kim to poke fun at her and her boyfriend.

Kim didn't laugh, but Bonnie sure got her kicks.

"I didn't know." Kim said. "Sure explains why I don't see them talking anymore."

"There's stuff even he won't tell you about. Don't feel bad about it." Liz said. Marcella seemed like she regretted what she said the moment she said it. That's what Marcella does though, she crosses the line for fun.

"No way. This is hilarious!" Bonnie mocked, "Your boyfriend is so low on the food chain, even wheels can take off with his girlfriend."

She took a second to process what she had learned. "Speaking of exes." Kim didn't seem phased, in fact she was smiling with the smugness Bonnie herself would have at times when it came to insults, which was eerie. "I feel like you should know something about Brick."

"I'm so over him, so you can say whatever you like." She wished she had broken up with him, and not the other way around. It was from that moment on that Bonnie decided to not care as much about her social standing at Middleton High and turned her efforts into getting noticed elsewhere. A clean slate where she was a true queen. Her reputation took a small hit, and Monique and other jealous girls jump at the opportunity to constantly cast stones.

"Good, I want this to be a load off my conscience. While you two were dating before Brick graduated, I actually offered to date him. On one little itsy-bitsy condition." Brick was always on good terms with Kim, Bonnie knew. "If he would leave you for me. He really is such a nice guy at heart, but he is as dumb as Ron says, seeing as how he actually believed me. But I guess at the end of the day the smartest thing he ever did was dump a spoiled brat like you." Bonnie was holding back the urge to bitch slap her. "It looks like I did you a favor though, Brick would have ended up as some nobody deadbeat in the minors."

Don't be as dumb as a Brick is what Ron says when referring to Flagg after the guy flunked several times. Bonnie dated Brick on and off for so long, and now he's basically a joke being passed down to his juniors, rather than a legacy like Bonnie expected. Bonnie smiled, not giving her the satisfaction. "May I leave early, captain? I have better things to do than listen to a loser's childish taunts." The other cheerleaders looked at each other with unease, not knowing what to do.

"Of course." Kim smiled back. "You are excused, Bonbon." That nickname made her skin crawl, coming from her.

Bonnie stormed off.

She tried telling herself she didn't care, and she didn't, really. Brick is an idiot for dumping the top girl on the food chain for a pick of the scraps at his third-rate college. The fact that Kim one-upped her is what pissed her off. From elementary school to even her senior year, Kim had to be front and center, being the attention whore that always won in the end.

"Bonnie are you really okay?" Tara followed her with worry.

"Kim's been doing this since middle school. I'm used to it." To think it was only a few years ago when they used to play together when her bitch sisters babysat Ron. Even when they used to be friends in middle school, Kim has always taken steps to ruin any enjoyment she could find in her life. Bonnie Rockwaller wanted her pride and joy paid back in full.

The syndicate uses the sewer system as its new method of travel and as headquarters due to its ease of access. It's a convenient place to call home. Multiple hidden rooms, with many checkpoints and traps so the wrong person can't just wander in, not that civilians were walking underground much. The only complaint Shego had was the damn stink.

The newly hired henchwoman Hood asked, "I thought we're not to involve our enemies' loved ones?"

"Friends and family? Yeah, you would be right. But a friend of a friend who barely knows him? We're free to do what we want. Some random kid going missing won't be as big as an actual relative going missing." That rule was kind of in place only for certain situations and enemies that actually pose a threat. It is to avoid coward's tactics like using a hostage in order to gain the upper hand in a fight. Dr. Drakken had family himself, and didn't want his enemies to use the fact against him.

This is a rule of honor between those that are bold enough to commit to a life of crime.

"How can we know for sure he's even familiar with this Ron guy?"

"Information like that is freely distributed now. Kinda like Ox's mother." Shego said passing her old comrade. "Ain't that right Ox?"

The big lummox groaned in pain from the beating Kim gave him. He laid down resting during the day lazily. Shego whacked him on the back of his head as a joke. Most of the red suits managed to get away before being pinched by the cops last night.

Shego, Lars, and the red Hood walked through a tunnel to find a boy with his ankles in chains. There was nothing here but cracked concrete walls and the sound of dripping water. The high schooler was smart enough to know moving would lead to a beating. There was nowhere to go down here. Anyways, villains like her can appreciate an attempt to escape if he had the guts. It was a fun workout hunting them down. Shego snapped her fingers to get his attention. He was sitting in his piss, probably feeling sorry for himself. "Yo. Jake right?"

"You! Y-you're Shego." He was scared. Good. That can save a bit of time. "What do you want? Why did you take me-"

Lars hit him in the square face. His glasses broke on impact, as did his nose. "We're the ones asking the questions here." It's a cliche, but Shego liked it.

He squealed like a rat. His voice for the rest of the conversation would be muffled due to pressing his hands on a bleeding nose.

"Anyway, we just wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you know who Kim Possible is?" She snapped her fingers again, this time right by his ear. "Answer quick, and precise, or you get... the fist." She raised her arm up without making an effort to look intimidating. It still did the trick.

"Oh no not the fist!" He cried out, putting his hands up to cover his face.

"You get the idea. So again. Does the name Kim Possible ring any bells?"

He nodded quickly and redundantly. "Y-yes, of course. The most famous girl in school. A modern day Joan of Arc."

"Then you should know her sidekick Ron. That's why we brought you here. You know him, or at least should."

"He's not my friend!" He denied vehemently. "He's a friend of a friend."

Like the doctor ordered, Shego thought. "How do you know him? Who are his friends now?" The second question was most important to try and get at the heart of the matter. Shego knows better than others the early signs of villainy. "And be honest. Or you'll be making this much harder, and painful than it has to be."

"I barely know that guy, I swear! The- the only person I ever see him with is his girlfriend."

Ron seems to be a loner at school. "Why is that exactly? Isn't he some big hotshot hero?"

"He's awkward. The jocks don't know how to connect with a former nerd. Heck I'm a nerd and even I can't stand him."

A self-admitted nerd. Shego can see Ron is isolated. His one obstacle, the one thing holding him back, is the princess. Shego was isolated by her peers too, which is usually the first step to becoming free of them. The child arsonist, they called her. The albino freak. She was a loner, the same as him, and that word rings close to another. "Loser," Shego had remembered was what they called her in high school. "You don't like him one bit huh."

"No, no I don't." She couldn't tell if he said that speaking the truth, or if he was pointlessly trying to endear himself to her for not being a fan of a hero. "He was the school joke then and the school joke now. Only knew him because he used to hang out with my friends. Now no one talks to him." Shego remembered trying to make friends. She cursed the memory and the embarrassment. High school girls and their little cliques were the worst.

"Some of the brats might have been at least fine with him before. So what happened? What changed?" She wanted to know the reason he's being avoided.

"I'm no psychologist but he's no longer himself anymore, probably because he figured out he's an embarrassment."

"Be specific, Jake." Shego was curious about that. He does seem different now.

"I mean that, it must have eaten him up, to know the only way for him to be somewhat accepted is by getting drunk at parties to fit in, starving himself to look good, and toning down his obnoxious personality. He's a phony. Dude looks tired and bored with everything now. I can't even remember the last time he wore his brown jersey, or, or carried around his naked mole rat. That poser used to talk with that disgusting thing, as if it could speak to him. That all changed." That confirmed her suspicions. He was coming to a crossroads as to who he wants to be.

"This change, when did it start?"

"Around the time he started dating Kim." That figures. She was holding you back the same way my brothers held me back. Kim is his only friend at school. The great Kim Possible, in all her glory and self-righteousness. When history looks back, no one will care about the weird sidekick. Shego remembered how her behavior as a teenager wasn't considered acceptable. She misliked Ron mayhaps because he was a reminder of the younger her. A misguided fool. The people have eaten him up and spat him back out, and now he's just a puppet on strings.

A few pushes, and he could follow her path and be happy. The real problem is that he's been brainwashed by his girlfriend Kim to believe he has one choice alone. To follow. If she could catch Kim without her man, Shego could finally defeat her. "I thank you for your help, Jack. This is useful information."

He shuddered. "Can I please go home?"

"Nah. You won't be going anywhere." She loved breaking the news. The look on his face was hysterical. "Oh don't worry. I won't kill you." Call it a carryover from her time with Team Go, but she preferred imprisoning. Plus, no one could watch her rise to power if they're dead. "Lars, take him to the brig."

"Yes ma'am."

Jake had a defeated look on his face, but at least he wasn't pleading like a bitch like others have.

"Why the interest in Ron? Isn't Kim Possible our number one priority?" Hood asked.

Shego sees her old self in Ron, being a former sidekick herself, which is why in some ways, she hated him.

"He's not just the simple, bumbling buffoon like Drakken thinks he is." The destruction of the Diablo project should be enough for everyone to understand his true potential. Shego would try and get others in the syndicate to understand the definition of insanity, but this was Drakken she was talking about. Shego underestimated Kim's sidekick many times, and it cost her dearly. "Think of it like this rookie. In sports, you got scouts looking around for the next big thing. That's what I'm doing. There's few in the world with a certain talent at being evil. And trust me when I say, that boy is someone you'd want on your team." Sure he might have a juvenile idea of what villains are, but if he's still as deadly and effective as the overlord smurf, one can imagine the possibilities.

Shego knew she wasn't the only villain that's taken an interest in Ron. Senor Senior Senior became a criminal in the first place because of Ron's ideas. The best criminals are former heroes. Shego is proof of that.

All he needs is a little guidance to rectify his childish nature. And a little 'convincing' from a woman like Shego ought to be enough. Shego and the new arrival Hood returned upstairs, going up a spiral metal with no handrails. She would find a visitor with the mad doctor in a lengthy discussion, and some red suits here and there doing busy work. The visitor in question was an intelligence agent turned butler turned criminal. He's apparently adept with information gathering.

He's called Bates, acting head of the Fiske Clan. He's an old man that said very little, and chosen to lead for his utmost loyalty to Fiske. Though Shego had no idea why he would be meeting with Drakken. Fiske and Drakken went their separate ways due to being in disagreement regarding land distribution, but currently have a truce of sorts, though it is a shaky one. Shego has always hated the Fiske Clan. They don't fly their colors openly like true villains. They are cowards, rather than the revolutionaries she and her red suits have grown to become in the syndicate.

"What is this midget doing here?" Shego asked.

Drakken said, "Shego. You are to respect my guests."

"Oh my apologies Doctor D. I didn't know my job was to also kiss the ass of traitors." She stared daggers at the butler's handlebar mustache. "You know we could take you out of the picture right now and we'd have the upper hand, right?" Some call him the wise and merciful leader for the Fiske Clan. He doesn't fight without provocation. Shego preferred calling it like it is. He's a wuss.

"You're in no position to be making idle threats, when you already have Dementor's shadow alliance prodding at you," Bates advised. "Is all your henchmen this insubordinate?"

"Enough, Shego." Drakken growled. Shego was about to speak up, but held her temper. Bates would no doubt make a mockery of her to his clansmen if the two started bickering like an old married couple as they have grown accustomed to. "Forgive my lieutenant. Yesterday we suffered a loss, no doubt she is bitter over it."

"Not my fault. You were the one with the brilliant idea," Shego reminded him. It's simply a dumb plan that could easily backfire. Shego could barely control Ron in that state so who knows what Kim could do if it actually worked. "What's with the dumb looking monkey thing? You came all this way to show him a monkey?" she said in the most ridiculing tone she could muster up.

"This is the Tempus Simia. An artifact said to travel through time." Bates explained.

Shego gave an ironic, "Okay."

"Something must have happened to it in the past, as of right now it's imbued mystical energy has been depleted. But I believe the Tempus Simia is now reacting to altercations happening in our time. Look closely at the cymbals." The creepy statue was almost moving, though it was hard to tell unless you were up close.

Shego asked Drakken, "Think it runs on AAA?"

Bates shook his head in disappointment, and told her to, "Put your hand on the totem's head, then close your eyes, and wait. You should be able to glimpse into a lost future. An echo from another time. It should be of great interest to the both of you. My master calls this era the Supreme timeline."

"Nuh-uh. No way. I'm not falling for your voodoo bullshit." Shego didn't want her mind messed with, even if this thing really was legit. It was probably just a cheap parlor trick or some ninja illusion crap. As a child until adulthood, Fiske had dived into myths and legend. He even wear a talisman to ward away spirits. Fiske has always obsessed over the supernatural, and he went insane from it. Shego didn't want to follow suit. "You really buying any of this, doc?"

The doctor said nothing in response, gritting his teeth with his hands behind his back. She wondered what he had seen, before going back to just not caring.

"I will take my leave. I've said what I needed to say." Bates took the object from their makeshift desk made of one of Drakken's failed early inventions. "Think about your next move carefully doctor, whether you'd want to move toward that future, or avoid it." Bates waddled away, having trouble carrying it. Must be heavier than it looks.

Shego turned to her awfully quiet partner. He stated outright, "You need to show me respect, or others will see me weak." She found his disfiguring scar attractive, though to him, it's a reminder of past failure. "And about your little pets downstairs." Drakken seemed like he was trying to speak more authoritative, treating her more a subordinate rather than a partner, which is amusing seeing as how she's carried his ass for years. "Would you ever have me be one of them?"

She never thought about collaring him in a cage before. The idea actually made her chuckle. "Only if I had to, doc."

The suburbs in Middleton were nothing like that shithole people call downtown. It was a nice breath of fresh air for sure. Adrena Lynn got the more boring jobs these days. Not that being the gang's demolition expert meant much of anything. She made things go boom and that's really it. For the time, being she was nowhere near the top of the gang hierarchy, and unless something happened, the status quo would remain the same.

They were sitting in a gray commercial delivery van. A few were hunched over playing poker in the back. Two sat in shifts keeping watch. She was given ten able bodied men to keep the peace in the neighborhood. That might sound silly considering she is a criminal, but this was their turf. A few households paid a fee in some way or another. However there was one special case that she was told to give special attention. Adrena Lynn has been watching them from a distance. Ron was such a stud now, that Adrena Lynn was amused to see his dad in comparison was quite ordinary. He seems to take more after his mannish mother's side. Lynn could barely see her through the blinds of their window, carrying their adopted child.

She had one ongoing task since signing up, and that is to keep the family of Kim Possible's sidekick safe. It was once a low priority considering for a time, no one would ever consider stooping to that level. The family of Ron lived in that household. Her boss Killigan must honor the code to never attack a person's loved ones, at least until he changes his mind about the pact he made with Drakken. Criminals that are sworn in to their gang must abide by the rule and keep their hands off any of their enemies' families. If those two heroes were a thorn in their side now, the last thing any criminal would want is to see what they would do if their war got personal.

Lambda had his feet on top of the glove compartment. "With all due respect to Hanky, this is not what I signed up for when I swore up, sitting around like a glorified bodyguard, and checking in with these rich folk like I'm their damn parent." The chunky college kid said.

"All part of the job, Lambda." Adrena Lynn said.

She once thought doing stuff like collection runs were beneath her too, until realizing the inherent benefits of public relations in advancing up the ranks. One of the reasons they are stuck doing this is, because the old guard hasn't taken kindly to Killigan's decision to hand the keys over to a new generation of criminals. But these provided some unique opportunities.

Adrena Lynn's an ambitious woman that wants to become a head honchos of the gang, but she got no respect from her colleagues for her lack of notable accomplishments. She feels that for the gangs to rise to the top, there needs to be a change. She, like Hank Perkins, feel they need to win over the people, despite being criminals. Good publicity can do wonders in expanding your influence and recruiting more to your cause. The divide between the rich and the poor, with all the outstanding debt, layoffs and craziness that comes with living here, is the perfect kind of environment to take advantage of.

"Hold on. Now what do we have here?"

Two black cars with tinted windows pulled up on the driveway. By their meager numbers and the fact they were in broad daylight, they must have expected this to be an easy grab and go job. There are those with little to no inclination to follow suit with leaving their enemies families alone. Killigan having to follow this rule, also meant enforcing it on all other criminals.

"Recognize any of them?" For a guy aching for some action, Lambda seemed afraid.

"No, they don't look very friendly either." She recognized the landwhale. "Wait, those are Fiske's. His woman is on the left." Adrena Lynn knocked on the windows to get the attention of the other men. "Let's go, boys. Unwanted guests." Her men left through the back of the car, with Lynn exiting from the driver's seat.

They scurried over to the Stoppable household, some of them holding crowbars or improvised weapons.

Their eleven confronted their eight. Seven point five and round down for the opposing group, because of that fat scientist that can't fight. Adrena Lynn recognized the golden emblem of a monkey's paw embedded on one of their suits. "What are you doing here? This here isn't clan territory, bozos." Adrena asked.

A man with his own fashioned emblem, a skunk, spoke for the group. He like the others, wore a business suit. But his japanese Noh theater mask set him apart from the rest. His voice sounded like someone shoved sandpaper in his throat.

"I apologize for the intrusion on behalf of our clan. We're here to take the child, nothing else." Noh said. "Please step aside for all our sakes."

"Freaky." Here for the kid, Lynn thought. Ron had a little sister. An asian girl which is pretty strange. "You guys know the rules. You can't just kidnap the sister of the sidekick right. You have to win against Team Possible fair and square like the rest of us."

"We are here for the greater good, not out of petty vengeance."

"This another one of that thing's sick experiments?" Lambda has always heard of the eugenics experiments Amy gets up to in the name of progress and science. How such a gifted woman could be so dumb when it comes to common sense was baffling.

Adrena Lynn burst out laughing.

"What are you chuckling about?" One of the clansmen asked.

"Nothing, nothing! Just the fact that Dr. Drakken used to love that fat walrus makes me wanna heave. Holy shit. I know she's a smart woman and all that but-!" She couldn't contain her laughter and bust a gut. Fiske had ended his association with Drakken. One of the reasons theorized for that is their little love spout.

"You keep laughing and I'll rip out your throat," a younger member said angered by the insult. DNAmy looked tilted by the comments too.

"Huh?! If you really want to throw down then step up already cunts!" Adrena Lynn provoked them.

"Fine then. I do have need of additional 'volunteer' test subjects." Amy gave them her permission to fight, blinded by anger.

"Amy, wait. This isn't what we're here for." The man in the Noh mask was smart enough to know they were at a disadvantage.

Lynn followed her mantra. Never take a fair fight, and here she had numbers. If there was a time to strike, it was now. Lynn clawed the so-called throat ripper in the eye, making him cry out in pain. The ensuing brawl was chaotic and messy. A lot of grabbing, ground and pound, and awkwardly landed hits, on both side's account.

Amy was escorted away by the man in the Noh mask, who's using some kind of gas up his sleeve to ward away two of Lynn's boys. Lynn herself only kicked them when they were down, and let the others deal with having an actual fair fight. "One of you, stop them!" Lynn shouted. The man in the Noh mask opened the door for Amy, and promptly got into the driver's seat. One of Lynn's men fruitlessly tried to get into the car's locked door and they drove away without much problem.

She was mildly disappointed in that end result, but hey, shit happens.

What Killigan needs to deal with first and foremost, was the infighting and disputes happening within the criminal underworld. And removing one of the big thinkers from the Fiske clan's inner circle seemed like a good enough start. She remembered Drakken's lieutenant Shego despised Amy for being a vixen that seduced her captain. Adrena held no love for the green woman, but getting on good terms with her would have been very advantageous.

At least something needs to be gained from this ordeal. Good thing she's able to think quick on the fly.

Adrena Lynn eyed the Stoppable household. She remembered she left some charges in the van. She ran back in a hurry, opened up the back doors, and unzipped a golf bag. If she torches the place, it will make it look as if they came close to killing someone in the house. That way, she will look all the more more heroic with how all this went down. A trigger with a safety was in her right hand, and the explosives were in her left.

Back outside the van, most of everyone was distracted with their own fight. Lynn noticed one of the clansmen trying to get up, but she knocked him out with a kick to the back of his head. With a crazed smile, she tossed a bundle of plastic explosives on the roof of the house's garage, and ran far enough away, before pulling the trigger.

The small explosion shook the ground, as the structure caved inwards. Adrena Lynn couldn't help but love a good explosion. And if anyone gets hurt in there, it couldn't be helped. They were simply caught in the crossfire. She could hear screaming as that mess of a brawl continued.

"Aahh! Now that there is a pretty sight." She admired the destruction, sounding like she'd taken a sip of martini.

Author's Note: Even simple smut like these takes time. The story is already there but taking the time to write it out is a tedious affair! I've decided to make the chapters much more condensed and less detailed. Starting a story from scratch is bothersome due to all the different backstories and beliefs each person has. I've been doing some readings of other Ron stories. A lot of them, mine included, will have very similar dialogue and story beats. But that's usually the way it goes. I'm going a little long here. Once again, thank you for reading!