AN: Sorry for the long wait due to holydays etc. it took some time to get this through (me sanding the wrong file to my bata twice didn't help...;-)).

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim possible, any of its character, Disney does. Nor do i own anything else which i mention in this fic.

Chapter 5: you never forget your first kiss.

I had two minutes. Two minutes to Kim's execution. No time to think of a plan; no time to try using words; I only have time for actions and the time is now. I had to act as fast and swift as possible. I slammed the gym door open. The gush of wind that followed caused the balloon gate inside to tilt forward.

The room was dark, only weak lights were cast around the room. Slow music played as I stepped inside. Couples were holding tight to each other moving their encased bodies with the sounds of music. Looking around, I scanned the room as fast as I could, and there they were. In the middle of the dance floor, I spotted the dream couple, the red haired Kim Possible and the black haired (with too much gal) Eric, now known as, Lipskey.

As my eyes locked on the two, I realized it took me over a minute to find them and I couldn't waste any more time. I used all my skills, after years of avoiding goons and ninja monkeys it was easy to pass through the crowd (at that time the eyes of a certain former military individual lit with his latest finding). As I ran I could see Kim's eye slowly closing, and so did Eric's. Their faces started to come closer and closer, as if drown by a mysterious force. Kim was going to end a perfect night with a perfect kiss, and Eric was literally going for the kill.

Just a few feet away from the spaced out couple I jumped and spun in the air, my head barely squeezing between theirs. Passing in the middle of the lover and killer's embrace, I used my left hand (the Lotus Blade was held firmly in my right) to push Kim away. The push had a reverse effect on me. That was when the worst, most foul thing and wrong thing in the universe happened to me. I guess, in the end, I ran out of luck. (Many people disagree with the previous statement and find the event mentioned happening to be at least two stages lower than the creation of the universe itself).

There will forever be three things I am thankful for when I think about that particular moment of that all too fateful night. The first is that Eric's eye were closed; the second is that no one was looking and saw the upcoming event, and the third, and most important of them all, that I didn't care about anything, only one thing was on my mind and that was saving Kim.

As my head passed between the connecting faces I connected one myself, not Kim's but Eric's. Our lips locked, for just a moment, but we as all scholars and knowledgeable people would say 'kissed'. During the small interval of the kiss I could fell a weird tingle starting to form at my lips and down my cheeks almost like an electric current.

My moments of being air born were shortly over, as both momentum and gravity took their tool. I preformed perfect landing (all hail cheerleader practice), I followed that with a lot- and I mean a lot- of spitting and cursing (I cursed like the old wife of a sailor on a bad hair day on her monthly, never ending, period). Eric was also cursing if only for the publicly known reason. Kim woke up from her haze and asked "Ron, what the hell?"

I looked at her to see she was enraged. Eric mirrored both her question and face, "Yeah, dude, what the fuck?"

"Sorry about that one. I had to something before you two kiss." I tried to look as sheepish as I could. It didn't work.

"What?" Kim and Eric shouted in sync.

"Jinx you-" The couple tried to kill me with their stares. "I'm guessing it's not the time." I spread my hand to both sides purely neglecting the fact I was holding a freaking sword. "Oh well, I guess a man's got to do what a man's got to do?"

"And what's that?" they asked in sync yet again. It was fearsome; the couple's killing intent was like a million daggers stabbing me. I wanted to run away and hide. If I could I would have thrown a smoke bomb on the floor and disappeared, and crawl under my bed. But I couldn't, I had years of friendship and commitment behind me, not to mention I said that stupid phrase.

I went close to the two of them until I was standing between them my face right in front of theirs. I let all my muscles relax, slumping down a bit."Well my compadre." I pet Eric on his shoulder "I came here for one purpose and one purpose only." Without a moment of hesitation I stabbed the assassin in his guts with the full length of the blade. "And that's to KILL YOU!" I shouted.

The seemingly oblivious room was now all looking at the unfolding scene. The lights all over the room turned at us reveling Eric's final moments. A wave of awe and surprise spread around the hall. Whispers of disbelief where heard all around. The faces of many of my previous tormentors showed horror (probably fearing I might go after them), others had a wired look of sick understanding and, when I look back, I believe someone even gave me the thumbs up.

"Ron what have you done?" screamed Kim. Her eyes was wide with horror (well seeing your best friend stab you boyfriend kind of has its way to do this to you). She was trembling with fear and anger, and by the expression her face took she was in conflict between the two.

I didn't respond. There is one rule that you should never break while fighting: never remove your attention from your opponent. I looked up the glint of life was still in Eric's eyes. "Still alive," I muttered. I had to finish him off to make sure he would never come after Kim again, that he wouldn't be able to tell her anymore lies.

I twisted my sword and continued to make a horizontal cut. I expected blood; I expected intestines not the green goo the poured out of the wound. "Critical Damage; System is shutting down," said Eric, his voice now replaced with a definitive robotic voice. The poor (well successful he even fouled Rufus) imitation of a man withered away as the green fluid left him. The previously shimmering skin, pumped up body, now looked like a poor Halloween latex suit rather than skin and bones.

I was amazed here is something you don't see every day, and I fight evil geniuses every other day. Well Kim does but I am there. Losing my pants. Kim now looked at Eric's 'body' then at me, then at Eric and back at me her head zipped from one side to another so fast I feared she might unscrew it. Slowly she compiled the information and her confusion was replaced with something else, a mix of emotions only another girl could decipher."Ronald Dean Stoppable," she said, her voice baring bad omens. It sounded sweet and kind; too sweet for a girl who just lost her boyfriend. It was like the smell a venues fly trap spreads to catch flays, or the unrealistic urge you get to jump when you stand in a high place.

"Ye- yes," I gulped, "Kim?" I tried to hide in the non existing shadows.

"You knew he was a... whatever he was when you attacked him, right?" she blurt out. She pointed her finger at the big elephant in the room without shame. The silence that followed was heavy; heavier than life. Unbearable, demanding and unforgiving, I felt like I had to answer, that if I won't my life will be shorter then it probably already is.

I had to answer, I really wish I could keep to the fifth but it wasn't a trail or a police investigation. This was martial court and I was in trouble."Yes," I answered meekly. My lie was visible. I hoped to hid it in plain sight, make it so obvious that it wasn't. Of course it didn't work. The entire gym raised its eyebrows. It felt like I was Bill Clinton in the Monica Lewinsky sitch. "You do believe me, right?" I asked with a tint of hope in my voice.

"R-O-N" Kim said, she emphasized every letter.

'RUN!' screamed all my fears, all my phobias and different kinds of paranoia were back. I wanted to listen, I wanted to run away. But I couldn't; a) I was surrounded; b) she knew where I live.

"Okay I was guessing..." If a glare could kill I would have fallen and died right then and there. "The possibility crossed my mind?" I asked. Now the entire gym glared at me (OK I am so not playing poker any more). "Fine I didn't even care; you happy now?" She looked content but not happy. "When he was about to kill me, Drakken told me that Eric is gonna kill you. It's not like after fighting about 40 diablos; running over 4 miles while being dragged by an untested drone; fighting a 300 pound ninja with anger management issues; killing twelve of Drakken's latest goons; dancing with Shego, and let us not forget stopping Drakken's latest bloody plan. It really isn't that hard to kill an assassin that's after my best friend's head."

"What was the second before the end?" asked Kim. Her eyebrow was, by now, on her way, as buzz lightning would say, "To infinity and beyond".

I noticed my slip of tongue, really calling fighting her beautiful rival dancing I was as they say 'boy genius'. "Killing twelve goons?" I asked.

"No, the one after that," she tried. I must compliment her for that.

"Stopping Drakken's latest bloody plan?" I said biting my lips so I won't burst into a laughing fits. Her frustrated face was so cute.

"Just forget it," she said. Only then did she notice the weight of all that I had said. "Wait, you fought Drakken, and stopped him before you came here?"

"Yes, but as you say KP, 'no big'." I smiled my goofy smile

My 'Ronshine' was starting to have its effect, her anger slowly abed away. The entire gym was quiet ignoring a few small whispers, "finely its over" I thought to myself. But God just loved massing with me today.

"O, Come on..." came a familiar voice from behind me."It's not like you all believe Doppable, he just got lucky. Didn't your mother tell you not to tell lies?" said my lead tormentor and the star of the football team Brick Flag. He slowly came closer and closer and said, "Let me show them what you really are."

Brick raised his punch."Yes let's show them," I agreed with a grin. He let his punch fly; I reacted with a spinning dodge. Ending my movement behind him, I used the added force to kick both of his legs down. Before he knew it, the star athlete of the school was on his knees the blunt edge of the Lotus Blade on his throat. My other hand was holding him by his head. He tried to get up but he was I used the advantageous position to keep him down.

"Let me tell you a little something, Brick-boy." I smirked as I went on. "You see the girl over there?" I moved his head to face Kim."Kim is my best friend since pre-k; she will drag me around with her to where ever she goes; the mall where I am the mule, cheer practice, fashion shows, testing new nail polish-" the last time took forever to get rid off "-but most importantly, each and every one of her Kung Fu classes. So guess what? I know Kung Fu." The entire gym was in awe; guess adding one plus one is the hardest thing to do.

"But...but you never fought. If you can fight why didn't you fight back?" asked the confused man.

"Well, unlike my friend here", I made his head scan over Kim, "my way of life is 'I hate fighting'. I'll always avoid fighting if I can. If it means the loss of my dignity, or getting just a bit hurt, I am willing to pay the price." I smirked. I was about to add insult to injury. This revenge was the sweetest. I turned around the pinned man and looked into his eyes before saying, "Plus, you and the rest of the football team hit like babies. Kim and Shego each hit ten times harder than you. What do you say? Should I show you how being hit really feels like?"

Brick was crushed. He didn't respond, probably the information overload fried his brain.

"Stoppable," called the voice of Satan. Well at least my personal one.

"Yes, Mr B?"I lifted my head scanning for the devil in human form. I kept my hand on Brick's head; I was unsure what would happen if I left. Mr. B was approaching from the gym's entrance. For some reason I could feel his annoyance had nothing to do with the last few events.

"Leave Flag alone and come with me. There are some people outside that are waiting for you," announced the former military man. He said it so calmly, too calmly. I was probably breaking at least ten different school regulations (checking...actually I broke twelve): I was holding the star of his football team at the edge of my sword, killed an ooze filled robot in the middle of the gym and let's not forget I confessed to killing twelve men.

I was curious by his act. "Well they can wait until I am done playing with my friend here," I snapped. I wanted to see his reaction; curiosity was getting a weird hold over my actions. To say my peers were surprised would be an understatement.

"OK, so you want me to tell the press that their latest hero. The man that just saved the world, is too busy beating our star athlete. When I'll be down I might just leave the door wide open." That's the Barkin I know.

"Wait!" I shouted. My reputation didn't matter, I had no use for it, but Kim..."Tell the vultures they'll have their meal in five minutes." I could see we were like minded because he nodded as he walked away. I let go off Brick's head. He fell down prone on the ground; the mental shock had put him in a catatonic state. I turned around to Kim and from the look on her face I figured my new demeanor was surprising her; trying to ease the situation, I smiled at her and said, "Gee, a man can't catch a break to talk to his BF." She smiled back at me.

I caught the bridge of my nose with two fingers, and organized my thoughts in silence. An amazing feat with a room full of teenagers. It was almost as silent as a graveyard; only a few whispers could be heard. The mass of students was captive in the dramatic show. I needed help to deal with the press. Kim is no good (her way is to either shout at them until they leave or threaten to beat them down... I wasn't really helpful in this department) and Monique isn't here, so who could I ask? Who is good at talking with people, knows how to control a crowed and can make people do what they say?

"Bonnie," I shouted.

The entire gym was filled with whispers as I said the name. I tried to smack my head with my right hand; luckily I took note of the Lotus Blade existence before doing so, fainting by my own hands is not something I wish to repeat.

"What do you want, Stoppable?" asked the cold blooded Queen B of Middleton high. Her voice was somewhere between scorn and curiosity.

"I want to propose to you-"

Half the gym laughed their hearts out the rest either made an "ooo..." sound or looked at me with deadly glares.

"O...shit, I didn't just say that right?" I thought. "Not like that," I snapped at them. "I have a job offer for you," I scuffled to fix my last statement.

"Which is?" she inquired. I could feel her holding, her laughter back.

"Can we talk alone? There are some things I can't say in front of the others."

"We'll talk in the locker room," saying that, she made a gesture with her head. It was like the splitting of the red sea in the 'Passover Haggada'. The crowed moved to the sides giving way for me and Bonnie. As we marched side by side, on our way to the locker room, I took note of Tara and Hope following Bonnie, way too bridesmaid like, and I could hear someone homing the wedding marsh (OK that was way too much for me, I might have made a slip of tongue, but the universe and my peers shouldn't make a sick joke out of it. Now that I think of it... I would have done the same).

"I thought we said alone," I reminded Bonnie.

"I tell everything to Tara and Hope, so it doesn't matter," she answered.

"I can relate to that." It's the same with Kim and me.

We entered the locker room and after Hope closed the door I spoke. "Well, you see, I am not so good with the press. And right now there's a pack of reporters waiting outside to take their bite at me. And they'll probably say the wrong name doing that. They never say right. Heck, more than half the world never says it right and the people who do can be counted on two hands, and sometimes it doesn't even include my parents."

"Well you were a 'Loser'," she stated bluntly.

"Were?" My eyebrow sprung up. I expected 'are' not 'were'.

"You changed my opinion today," she answered. She gave way to a small smile on her face. It was a weapon of mass destruction. If she would have used that smile the entire world would have been at her feet.

"Great." "Don't ogle Bonnie, don't ogle Bonnie" I fought my male side by looking down and fiddling with my fingers. "Anyway...as I was saying, I need to deal with my little problem outside, and I want you to help. So what do you say about becoming my PR. Manager?" I dropped the first bomb.

"Why should I?"

I guess it's time for the second bomb. It was going to be a mistake; it was enough Kim knew now three more women are going to."Well, what I am going to say next doesn't leave this room. Cross you heart on it." I still can't believe they actually did. "Remember that time I was rich and got money for the 'Naco'?" They nodded; of course they did. Bonnie was one of my groupies that day. "Well, I keep getting checks just like that every six months." I am so going to be dragged to hours long shopping trips.

The looks on their faces were priceless. "What?" Bonnie asked in shock.

"I get, about ninety-nine million dollars every six months," I said trying not to snicker.

"But- but you wear dull clothes and drive such a wreck." She tried to cope with the new information.

"My father puts it in an account. I can't touch until I turn twenty-one so I have to work for money," I answered (and you can blame the universe for my luck with keeping a steady job). "So how about ten thousand dollars for your service this year?"

"Each?" She focused back in way too quickly in my taste.

"Yes, each," I confirmed with a sigh.

"Agreed." She shook my hand. "Tara, I have hair gel in my locker bring it. Hope, go and get him a decant shirt. Stoppable, you and I are going to have a talk." The two girls ran out of the locker room. Bonnie proceeded to coach me on proper talk with the press, and how to avoid my usual language pitfalls. It took less than a minute before Hope returned with a plain white shirt."Okay, now take off that red shirt and put this one on."

"Red shirt? What red shirt? All my clothes were burned by Shego." I was confused.

"What do you mean you have no shirt on so? What's that?" she pointed at me.

I looked down to see that the blood that abed from my many cuts created a crimson coating to my torso. "O, that's my blood."

Both girls tried not to vomit and Bonnie told me, "Just wear this on".

I took the shirt and put it on just in time for Tara to come back with the canister of hair gel. Bonnie applied some on my hair and told me to get my ass moving. Before stepping outside, my usual manners kicked in and I said, "Thank you, all of you."

"Thank us when we are done," they replied.

We walked out of the locker room. The crowd's reaction was amazing. It's like I changed while we were there. Some of the girls gave me looks that I usually saw Kim giving the hottie of the week.

We kept on walking to the main entrance to the gym when Kim came to me and asked, "Ron, what the hell did the two of you do there?"

"Well, Bonnie agreed to help me with the press. I hate being forgotten and this time I won't be."

"Why did you choose her? Why not me?" She pouted. I was about to break, the full force of the PDP was upon me. It was almost unstoppable, years of submission and cognitive training kicked in, but I stood tall. I was finely free of my bonds, and I won't bow down again.

"Well for one she's a better people person. Look at our school food chain. Not to mention, KP, that the last time you and I dealt with the press we had to prove the reporter was a false to get away from the bad publicity."

"But Bonnie? Ron, she hates you, because of her your life was a living hell." She tried to understand. She accepted what I said, without a fight. She knew I would never say something like that unless it was true.

"You said it, Kim. 'Was' and that's all I see as important. You know what I always say, 'Forgive and forget'. Or is it 'Forget and forgive'? I can never remember." I gave her a goofy smile. My sword wielding hand rubbing the back of my head (it was so natural to hold it I never noticed it was there. Only now looking back I can see how I acted and ponder about the possible meanings.) "What I mean is that I forgive her and now we work together for a common goal." Kim wasn't convinced with my statement, but she left the subject. My five minutes were about up and I had to go.

I, and my female entourage, walked to the gym's door. I stopped looked up and silently prayed to the mischievous God who controlled my life that at least this will go smoothly. I reached the door, took a big breath and looked at Bonnie. She nodded and I opened the door. The attack of camera flashes, microphones and questions was worse than fighting Shego or an army of ninja monkeys. There was no order and the questions were mixed into each other. "Stop!" Bonnie shouted, and so they did.

"Good choice Ron, defiantly a good choice,"I thought to myself.

"Ron, will answer questions about tonight happenings and only those, and only one at a time," she continued.

A shy reporter lifted his hand. I looked at her and she nodded in approval. "Yes?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Mr. Stoppable, how does it feel to be a worldwide hero?"

"It pains like hell," I pointed to one of my many cuts. "But obviously satisfying." Bonnie told me to answer shortly, so they won't be able to abuse my words.

"Is it true you killed some of Drakken's men during tonight's events?" asked another one.

"Yes, twelve to be exact, but they all showed every bit of intent to kill me. So basically, it was a kill or be killed situation," I answered.

"Why?" asked yet another one.

"Because they had firearms and shot at me," I calmly stated.

"Speaking of firearms, what do you think of those?" asked said reporter.

"I said Ron will only answer questions regarding the events of tonight." Bonnie glared the poor man.

"If I may ask, Miss, who are you?" asked another reporter.

"I am Bonnie Rockswaller, Ron Stoppable PR," she answered. "Now if you have no more questions this land is property of Middleton high and our vice principle won't like it if you stay more than your presence is needed. Off the record last time reporters stayed more than they were welcomed he started training his sharpshooting skills." The cloud of smoke that followed her words was amazing. The reporters ran away faster than I thought humanly possible, (and I was the master of running away). It was faster than the 'Road runner'. The school ground was empty from reporters in less than a second.

"Thank you, Bonnie. You were a lifesaver," I said to the brunette.

"Don't think we'll be friendly now. I did it only for the money." She turned around, but I could notice the shadow of a smile on her face.

I then thought of my last assignment for the night and sighed."Well," I said as my shoulders slumped. "Now to the most dangerous part of the night."

"What part?" asked the three in sync.

"I need to tell Kim how I got around to kill her date."

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