The Distraction: Chapter 6

I.

Ron's eyes narrowed as he stared at his fallen girlfriend. Dementor continued to rant.

"Ven the recharge is complete, my imploder will crush Kim Possible, fancy new clothes and all, like so much pulp. Zen, I will enlarge the device, creating a weapon no one can withstand. Ven your liebling is dead, boy, it vill be your turn" Dementor stroked his jaw, "But no imploder, a bullet vill be enough for you, yes?"

"Five seconds."

"Vas? No, no, stupid clown. There are still four minutes left in the recharge cycle before…"

"I said five seconds," Ron interrupted, "time's up."

Grasping the belts of his captors, Ron dropped, swinging his feet up. Steel toed combat boots impacted between the eyes of the two henchmen. Ron continued his flip, landing on his feet, driving an elbow into the groin of the flunky following. The Star of David decorating Ron's new belt buckle snapped into his grasp, becoming a shuriken style projectile that lodged in back of Dr. Dementor's hand. Ron reached down to jerk off the brass snaps holding his cargo pockets closed; throwing two snaps at each of the three archways into the room

Dementor dropped his stolen prize, staring in disbelief at the blood welling around the star. He clasped his hand over the star, falling to his knees before screaming, "Kill him! Kill the boy!"

Henchmen reached for hidden holsters as Ron bellowed, "Now Rufus!" The light vanished into darkness, relieved only by the strobes of six explosions over the arches.

II.

A groggy, semi conscious heroine dreamed of the sounds of battle. She thought this imageless vision was a little strange, as she usually dreamed in color, but she lay trying to interpret the noise of conflict.

Snap, scream.

"OK, that's an arm."

Crack, clatter, moan.

"That's a jaw and teeth."

Thud.

"Ohhh, head meet wall."

Tuhtwack, anguished bellow.

"I think that was a kneecap."

A bass choking.

"Dementor? Why is he moaning?"

Deep breath--falsetto scream.

"That's just nasty."

Whomp---thud.

"Fist, head. Head, floor."

Silence.

"OK, weird dream, I'll go back to sleep now."

She snuggled down on the floor, dreamily wondering what happened to Panda-roo.

III.

"All right, Rufus, lights."

The sudden brightness partially roused Kim from her semi sleeping state. Through slitted eyes she saw Dr. Dementor kneeling, moaning, one hand clutching the other. Before she could process the information, her vision was blocked by blood stained combat boots and familiar olive cargo pants. She saw the legs bending and snapped her eyes closed a moment before familiar fingers brushed her hair from her face. The fingers briefly checked the pulse in her neck, before softly caressing her cheek.

Ron stood, snapping open his cell phone. "Wade? You there, buddy?"

"Been waiting, the Kimmunicator stopped signaling."

"Probably got smashed when Dementor hit KP with the gravitic thingy. Kim is down, Wade, I need a medi-vac five minutes ago. As hard as she was hit, I'm afraid to move her."

"Understood, Ron, GJ medi-vac is four minutes out, with a clean up crew."

When Kim heard Ron move away, she managed to crack her eyes open. She saw him walk over to crouch beside Dementor, his back blocking her view.

"I need that back."

"No…don't…arrrrrghhhh."

"You just think that's pain," Kim heard Ron growl, "if Kim is hurt bad, you'll think that was your Mama patting you."

Ron stood, hands at his belt. Kim heard a faint click before he walked over to pick up the gravitic imploder. "Hey, Rufus, buddy, you ok?"

"Hinc...yep, yep."

"Great. Come out of that ventilation shaft so I know you won't get hurt."

The naked mole rat jumped to Ron's shoulders, chittering worriedly.

"I don't know Rufus, but we'll get her out as soon as we can. Wade, is GJ clear of the eastern arch?"

"Still ninety seconds out, Ron."

"OK, tell them to come in that way, I'll open a hole for them."

A beam flashed out of the imploder, smashing the debris from the doorway.

"Wow, I saw that," Wade yelped over the phone, "that was wild. The junk just flew out like candy from a piñata."

"Yeah, well that's what hit Kim. If I never told you before, Wade you rock hard. Without your super suit, I don't think…" Ron drew a deep breath. "I'll talk to you in a little bit, buddy. Bye."

Ron strolled back to Dementor, blindfolding and binding the moaning megalomaniac. He lifted his boot, taking something from the heel and handing it to his bud. "OK, Rufus, do your thing."

Through her fog, Kim watched as Rufus pointed something at the imploder from various angles, then plugged his device into the weapon. Seconds later she heard a faint 'beep'. Rufus detached the device, then tossed it to Ron before scurrying up to his friend's shoulder. Ron replaced it in his boot, and turned back to Dementor as shouts were heard from outside.

"Team Possible? Are you all right?"

"In here, dude," Ron shouted, "Need medics and a stretcher pronto." Ron knelt beside the villain, one large hand wrapping around the small man's throat. "Equipment explosion took out your henchmen, right?"

"Vas?"

Kim watched as Ron shook Dementor. "Equipment explosion, right?"

"Ja, ja, explosion…" choked the frightened inventor.

Ron stood, "That's a good midget maniac."

Kim relaxed into darkness.

IV.

Emerald eyes opened slowly to semi darkness. Glancing around in bewilderment, Kim realized she was in a hospital room. Her eyes focused on a blonde head lying on her mattress, a hand gently holding hers, Ron. A soft smile spread over her face. She couldn't remember much, she had a vague memory of being sedated by an accented doctor, then being loaded on a plane. She assumed GJ had medi-vaced her to wherever she was. "Everything's all right, Ron's here, its fine, it…" her eyes closed and she slept.

V.

Kim woke when her mother walked into her room. Her head turned languidly to see…nothing. She jerked upright looking around frantically. "Mom! Ron, where's…"

"I sent him home, Kimmie." Her mother soothed, "He was filthy and needed to shower and change. If I hadn't convinced him you were fine, just sleeping off the meds, he'd still be here." Anne smiled in memory, "In fact, if it hadn't been me, I don't think anyone could have moved him out of here."

Kim relaxed back on her pillows, smiling gently. "I was just worried something had happened, I think I woke up and saw Ron lying here."

Anne walked over and began checking her daughter's pulse. "Mom, how soon can I get out of here?"

Mrs. Dr. P's eyebrows rose, "That eager to see Ron?"

Kim blushed slightly, "Yes, Mom, I am." She looked straight into her mother's eyes.

"All right, we should be able to get you released this afternoon. I still want to run a few tests this morning, but other than that, you seem fine." She released Kim's wrist then turned, stopping midway. "Kim, were you injured somewhere other than your head?"

"No, why?"

Anne pointed at the sheets where Ron had lain.

The sheets were dark red.