Ron's Worst Nightmares

The Oh S#T Factor

By Pat Squared

Ron could not think straight anymore.

Between the pain medications and the life altering fact that he was going to be a father, he found it hard to follow any kind of logical thought. He did not want to admit it, but he was becoming a pill junkie, just like Mrs. Stoppable, his step-mother.

Deep down inside, Ron was not ready for any kind of responsibility. He was the god of slackers. He perfected the art of loafing off. It was his defense. Fail enough times and no one would expect anything from you.

The Stoppables wanted a clone of their son, Ron. The real Ron was just like his daddy – One of those A personality types like Kim with a touch of sadism. Mr. Stoppable tried to mold Ron into the same mold. Slacking was the only real way Ron had at getting back at the Stoppables. They beat him so he frustrated their desire for the perfect son.

Ron spent fifteen years hiding his intelligence. He spent fifteen playing the buffoon. He got to the point that he instinctively shirk anything resembling responsibility.

Now with a daughter on the way, Ron had to step up to the plate. Ron was now a marine lieutenant who would soon be expected to lead real marines into combat. Part of him wanted to retreat back into the darkness. There he could not endanger the lives of others. However, his little girl needed a real daddy.

Christ, what do I know about being a real father? My real dad was a son of a bitch who care more for his budding political career than the fact that he had two kids dying ina Moscoworphanage. Mr. Stoppable, all he was good for was getting drunk and beating up a weak little kid every time he got a little frustrated.

Ron knew what not to do. However, he did not know what to do. However, he could not let Kim know about his past. Kim was so perfect. He on the other hand was a slug that fate constantly shook salt upon. He only hoped that his child be more like Kim, instead of a loser like him.

He turned over and Kim was not there. This did not alarm him since KP was the gung ho early to rise type. The Ron man was about the night. Even as a marine recruit, he did not look forward to mornings.

However, something was wrong. Kim's side of the bed was too cold. Rolling over, Ron saw the alarm clock. 0500 was a little early, even for Kim.

Groggy, Ron tried to roll out of bed.

Slam, he hit the floor with a loud thump.

Ron just laid there, too groggy to risk standing, too hurt to fall back asleep. The impact rattled his bones. Because of the march and the coma, he had no padding to cushion the blow.

"Mein Gott en Himmel. You should stay in bed. Where is Kim?"

It was Anna Schlosser, their hostess. The entire conversation was in German, however Vasilii'snative tongueclicked in as he replied back in German, "Kim is an early riser, I was going to check the restrooms and the kitchen."

"She's not their. Her parents are on the telephone and want to speak to her."

With a loud grunt, Ron pulled himself to a standing position using the steel bed frame. He staggered a few steps towards the bathroom before falling flat on his face again.

Anna Schlosser motions for Ron to remain sitting as she called her husband to help Ron back to the bed.

Five minutes later, Mr. Schlosser came back in a panic.

"Kim left. She left this behind."

Ron grabbed the letter, squinted his blurry eyes, and tried to read Kim's delicate handwriting. After half a dozen tries, he mutely handed the letter to Frau Schlosser.

When Frau Schlosser read the letter, Ron's world collapsed into darkness.

Ron Stoppable awoke in the emergency room as some corpsman was finished pumping his stomach. Never had Ron be so disgusted with himself. Kim needed him and he could not even get out of bed, because he just had to take the painkillers last night.

"Lieutenant," Major Parks said, "you almost died from an overdose of pain killers. According to the letter, Kim gave you an extra dose so you will stay asleep, however in you condition a normal dose is strong and a double dose would have killed you save for the quick thinking of the Schlossers."

Ron tried to get up, but the staff was holding him down.

"You will stay here. I got the MP's looking for Kim. She has a lot to answer for."

Ron tried to fight, he tried, but a little pin prick and he was fast asleep.

Kim Possible was in tears as she drove. She destroyed her future and the future of her child with her pride. She could not stand the thought of not being Ms. Perfect Possible. She could not accept the fact that she was human.

Ron was always there. Ron accepted her, despite all the back stabbing she did. Eric the synthdrone. Her calling in the Health Department to close Chez Ron. The time she threaten Tara so that she would not pursue Ron just so that Kim would remain in control of Ron's life.All the times she took credit for Ron's work.

Kim Possible did not deserve happiness and fate obliged. She bowed out leaving Ron free to love Anastasia.

The roads were slick from a recent rain. Kim was not use to driving over one hundred fifty kilometer an hour. And she was too distracted by her guilt to concentrate on driving.

The last thing she remembered was a screech and hitting the wall.

There was not even time to think of the word shit.