Author notes:sorry for the delay with the story it seems i wrote chapters 3-5 without wiriting chapter 2 which took me about three weeks to bring to perfaction.

well I thought I should explain the theory behind this AU. When I look at Ron Stoppable, I see a man who vaguely resembles me. I say vaguely because I do not have all of his extraordinary circumstances (a cool friend who saves the world, a pet who can speak and defiantly, although I wish I had, no mystical monkey powers). On other accounts he dose resemble me in his social life and experiences with the torture many people call high school (really shouldn't it be banned by the Geneva convent or something). I also used to suffer harassment from my fellow peers on daily bases. Like him I kept it all bottled up and in order to prevent the pressure from exploding the metaphorical bottle I used to release it with certain actions, going to certain places, talking to a psychologist etc.

Eventually I did explode and almost sent the person that triggered my "explosion" to the OR. As I see it, Ron is the same and he uses Kim and Bueno Nacho to release the stress. When, our story started he had neither of the two mentioned above. Because in my story he decided to go after the last man to piss him off and beat him down (from experience when this things happen nothing can stop him).

To the reviewers: thank you for both the negative and positive reviews I hope that the explanation above had given some insight to the basis of the story, and I promise to give some more during one of the chapters to come.

To my Bon-Digity beta MidnightRose24 thank you for the hard work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim possible or any other character, Disney dose. Also if anyone knows from where did I get the inspiration for the scenes described during this chapter please tell me.

And now on with our story.

Chapter 2: Ride.

If there ever was one thing I excelled in, it was running. I was fast enough to leave behind both goons and bullies. When I finished my talk with Wade, the realization that I had left my scooter at Bueno Nacho finally hit me. I was already halfway home, at the time, and thus I just kept on running; don't tell anyone that I said it, but it would have taken me twice as much time, to get home using it.

With that thought out of the way, I kept on running, passing traffic lights one after the other. I had to hurry; who knows when Drakken will initiate his plans. I ran and, in short notice, I could see my house. I gave one more push and in just a few seconds, I was at the front of our door. I checked my many pockets for the key; I always forget where I put it even when I do make a note of it. I realized that I had moved it when I took something else out, so I can't find it. It seems today was my lucky day, as I could see the light was on at the kitchen which meant either mom or dad was home. Hence the door was open and I just spent five minutes looking for a key that I did not need.

I opened the door and walked in. "Ronald, home so soon?" my mother asked from her seat at the kitchen.

"Yea I decided to go to the 'party'. Where is my tux?" I shouted in her direction. I've got to look respectable when you go to save the day, and… I really do not want them to know I did not go to my junior prom (just think what Shego would say to me when she learns about that. I can live with buffoon or loser but that will be a new low).

"In the coat closet, in the black dry cleaning bag"

I opened the closet to find about 20 copies of the same black dry cleaning bags hung inside. "Which bag?" I shouted aiming my voice to the kitchen.

"The right one." Well that was not so helpful; there were nineteen potential 'right' ones. I quickly opened the zipper of each of the nineteen bags, finding the new black tux, at the "right" one which was number twenty that was set at the far left side of the closet.

I took it down and went to change my clothes at the restroom. Finely ready to go I dashed outside hoping Wade's ride would be there by now. Surprisingly it was yet to arrive. "Where is it?" I muttered to no one but myself. As if to answer my not so silent question, Lars phone vibrated in my pocket. The sound of 'The Smurfs' opening theme sounded as I took it out. He must really be in love with his boss; OK not the picture I needed in my mind right now. Looking at the phone screen, I could see Wade's number. Happy to finely get on the way I answered the call, and before the man could say anything I anxiously asked, "So Wade, did you find me a ride?"

"Yes it will pick you up," a chuckle from the other end, "right... about... now." With that said I felt a wired poll at the collar of my tuxedo as I was slowly lifted a few inches above the ground. Looking upward, I could see a cord connecting between a wired shape in the sky and me.

"What's that?" I said into the still open conversation, (with all these calls I'm doing today, Lars will get a huge bill at the end of the month).

"Just a high tech military save and rescue, unmanned drone I developed a few months ago, or in short VSRD" said a very proud genius.

"VSRD? Why not USRD?" I asked a bit surprised he didn't name it correctly.

"It was already taken by a company; a military department and a nonprofit organization."*

"Ok, didn't know that."

The cord that was steadily polling me up made a wired "Twang" sound. 'Oh…that can't be good.'I thought to myself as I heard it; a fall quickly followed the sound. I was about to thank God for not being too high in the air as I fell down. Unfortunately, my thanks were shortcoming, because the drone started moving at the very moment I landed. A fact, which if you look at it in the general perspective of I need to get from point A to point B as fast as possible, was a great thing. There was just one problem. "Wade, I am still on the ground; why is this thing flying away?" I cried to phone.

The now concerned genius replied, "There's a bug in the system. I'll need a few moments to fix it. It 'thinks' you have already got inside. I'm sorry to ask it, but just run until I fix it."

"OK run; I am good at running, I can run." Before the damn plane/drone would drag me behind, I bolted running at full speed keeping as close as possible to the thing's current speed. At that time it wasn't so hard, but as it sped up I hoped that it won't reach my speed limit, and that my tux will not give in to the pressure and snap; I just bought it.

The speeding up stopped and it was now in a constant speed, which I could match. I started thinking I was safe, all I had to do was run that shouldn't be so hard; as long as I have an open road I can keep going, so I calmed down believing in Wade, and that his invention will pull me up in no time. You know what the problem is when you believe nothing can go wrong? Murphy comes and bites you in the ass. Well, as I was saying, I kept on running and silently joked to myself that this could be a great way to exercise, if the fate of the free world wasn't depended on it, when I notice a slight problem. Not a huge issue but a problem, non-the less. I had been running in a straight line towards a huge— no, that doesn't do it justice-, a giant office building. While I got closer and closer to being the human equivalent of a fly on a windshield; I took out "my" phone and quickly redialed to Wade. As the dial tone died and he answered I shouted "WADEeeee..."

I heard the comforting words, "Ron, don't worry, I'm done. Here. You. Go." The cord again slowly pulled me up. If my road was free of a certain 'big' obstacle, I have been quiet glad for the slow pace, but as it was, continuing with the current pace would still crash me into a freaking building.

As it was I had to try a one shot gambit. The only one I had, or could think of at that moment. I poised myself and jumped at the building both legs forward. I crash-landed on the building's wall and with no time to complain, I sprinted up. Keeping pace with the cord I ran to the top of the building, with all the training I got from previous missions I was well trained in rappelling upward (the senior's lairs are always on mountain sides). When I reached the top floor (and with only a few feet left) I charged forward, reaching the end of the skyscraper. "Saved!" I shouted as I jumped towards the drone's ledge. Amazingly, and with a huge amount of luck, (I probably should have gone and filled a lottery that day, with all the luck I had I'd probably have won something) I caught the drone's floor with my hands, and quickly hustled myself in. Only after disconnecting the cord did I notice the drone's interior.

There was a chair, with a computer monitor stated in front of it. Beyond it was a glass window with a view of Middleton. Guessing what I had to do, I walked and sat down in front of the computer. As I sat down, Wade showed up on the screen. I could see his eyes widen, as he saw I was out of breath and asked, "Close call?"

"Never, ever send another, untested vehicle to pick me up," I told him, breathing heavily.

With understanding, and a bit of fear, he just skipped to the important part. "You'll be happy to know we'll be at Bueno Nacho HQ in twenty minutes."

"Just enough time for a Fearless Ferret episode," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Thought you might say that," he returned with a smirk of his own, and just like that my favorite TV show played on the screen.

Time goes fast when having fun, and just as the closing credits started rolling upon the screen Wade spoke, "Ron, we're here."

Looking up from the screen, I could see it. The place I used to dream of so many times, which gave me hope and joy. Now it was corrupted; used by Drakken it could no longer by the place of cheesy happiness it once was.

"So, Ron, how do you want to get in? I can land you at the main entrance or do you prefer the roof?" asked Wade.

I decided to go with the usual routine. "The roof. I think going down will be easier. Plus it's Drakken, the guy never puts guards there." That was a dream, because if Drakken was smart enough for this scam he will surely guard the roof. "So before I get inside do you have any idea how to stop this plan?" I asked Wade.

"Well, there's a big antenna on the roof that I think we could have taken down and finish this thing. The problem is we don't have the fire power or the means to do that." I opened my mouth to suggest using the drone. "No, we won't be driving the drone into it. I had to promise to bring it back after I drop you off. I guess you'll just have to find an off button of some sort to take this down," he replied.

"Well, what can I say? I guess the Ron-man won't be getting it easy," I said with a smile plastered on my face. With that said the drone slowly descended to the roof, starting the chain of events, which will forever change the world and my life.

*just imagian the how many meanings can the phrase "those USRD are real lifesavers" have.