I want to take this oppurtunity to thank all who have read, and especially those that have reviewed. I am amazed and flattered with the reception this story has had. Thank you all. I haven't mentioned it for the last few chaps., but the KP characters belong to Disney, not me. If this were really a Disney script, I couldn't be having nearly as much fun. The mouse ears would never allow it.

It's Addictive: Chapter 14

I.

Betty Director scowled at the infra red readout on the dash of her car. According to the screen, there were only two bodies in the house. Both in the same room. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel in frustration, "Where could Stoppable be at this time of the morning? I know he's not on a mission with Possible so where...That's it! Possible will know where her BF is." The metallic copper car squealed into action, already in third as Betty completed her U turn and headed for the teen heroine's house.

II.

A mint sneer was the only answer Dr. Drakken received as he knelt begging, "Please, Shego, it's the last one. The buffoon already trashed the others, what if I have to go somewhere, what if the cheerleader shows up?" He gasped in horror, "What if Mama Lipsky shows up? Please, please wait until I get at least one more working."

The scream of the hover cars fans mocked him.

III.

The quiet whimpers and moans gradually roused Bonnie from sleep. "If they're going to have 'those' kind of dreams" she grumbled, "the least they could do would be to sleep somewhere..." her eyes cracking open she realized, "they're not dreaming, it's that Drakkout guy." She stood and crept up behind the crouching figure; drawing one shapely leg back, she kicked with all the power of her ballet trained legs. As her foot connected, her target came upright, in a soundless scream . "Right between the goal posts," she gloated, "I'll be the hero now. Let's see you bother any other defenseless girls." Her second kick connected with the villains back sending him flying toward the hatch in the floor. His scream finally escaped. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S RON!"

IV.

As the scream resounded through the house, Kim came charging off the couch. Still half asleep, her only thoughts were that that was Ron and she had to help him. Before she could take two steps, however, she saw her BFBF's body fly from her bedroom hatchway, He did a handspring off the stairs, flipping to land up right, before slowly collapsing to his knees, curling into a fetal crouch.

Before she could force her way through the waking girls Kim saw another body come flying out of her hatch, to land heavily on Ron's back, driving his head into the hardwood floor with a resounding, THWACK. This body was followed by bare feet and two voices screaming "Rockweiler, you are dead meat."

Little Mary and Suzie stormed down the steps, frustration evident in their features. "What did you think you were doing?" Little Mary screamed as she jerked Bonnie upright by her shoulder's.

Suzie dropped to her knees beside Ron, "Yeah, Bonnie, and why did you have to do it so soon?"

Little Mary shook Bonnie's baby doll clad body furiously, "Do you realize how close I was?" She screamed, "How great it felt? I'm gonna..."

Mrs. Possible pushed her way through the girls, Kim following in her wake. Shoving Little Mary and Bonnie aside she knelt beside Ron, saying over her shoulder, "Argue later, I need to see to his injuries. What happened." She immediately began checking Ron's pulse, turning his eyelids up to examine his pupils.

"Bonnie hurt him." Suzie whimpered tearfully.

"I thought he was Drakken." Bonnie tried to explain, "I thought he was hurting you."

Little Mary gave the brunette an admonitory shake, "With your experience you can't tell the difference between pain and..." , Anne knelt beside Ron, easing him over onto his back. She began to her examination, lifting his eyelids to check his eyes. "All right," She stood upright, "I think he has a mild concussion, and I want to examine him further. Kim, you stay here while I take him to the hospital."

Kim dropped to her knees, leaning over her boyfriend, "Oh, Ronnie..." She began, when his eyes opened blearily.

"Three KP's? Kim, you've mind read me, haven't you?" Ron slurred, "The one in the middle, c'mere, you other two, be patient." His eyes rolled up and he passed out again.

V.

Betty's secure line to GJ went off as she turned the corner to Possible's house. Growling, she punched the receive button. "I thought I said I was not to be disturbed..." she began.

"Yes, ma'am, but I thought you might like know that a call was just made to the hospital in Middleton setting up an examination room and x-rays for Ron Stoppable. The call was made by Dr. Possible." O'Bannon interrupted her.

"Do you have any particulars." Betty was all professional.

"No, ma'am."

"All right," Betty thought quickly, "That has to be Stoppable. I want him picked up by our people and taken to the GJ hospital. I want this done quickly and quietly, understand?"

"Dr. Director," O'Bannon began uncomfortably, "do you think that's a good idea? I mean, the boy's not even a full agent, and he, ah..."

"Just do it." Betty snapped. "Have him placed in the regen chamber if needed." She saw lights come on in the Possible driveway. "I'll buy you some time." Twisting the steering wheel hard, she skidded to a stop behind the family van. "Get moving."

"Yes, ma'am."

V.

Anne Possible flinched as the car barely braked in time to keep from hitting her van. A lithe form jumped out without bothering to open the door. "Get that vehicle out of my way." She shouted, "I have an emergency here." She gestured over her shoulder to Little Mary, who was carrying Ron like a bride. "Move it!"

"Dr. Director?" Kim surged forward. "What are you doing here?"

Betty wasn't always a desk jockey, her ability to think on her feet and adjust to the situation were a large part of what had carried her up the ladder at GJ. "What's going on here, and what's wrong with Stoppable?"

Dr. Possible was still angry, "Ron has a light concussion, but I want to make sure that's all. Now would you please move your car so I can take him to the hospital?"

Betty looked behind Kim's mother, "Dr. Possible, I think you're forgetting something." A plan had burst full form into Betty's tactical mind. "What about them."

Anne looked at the girls behind her, especially at the glares and scowls that were being directed at Bonnie. "Oh my," she turned back to the head agent, "would you mind staying here and seeing that nothing happens? I really need to see to Ron."

"I would Mrs. Possible, but I think it would be better if you settle things here, and then meet me and Ron at the hospital. These girls don't know me, and time would be wasted learning the situation. How about you load Ron into my car, I take him to the hospital, and by the time you get there, they should be through with your preliminary tests."

Anne struggled for a moment, her concerns as a Doctor and a parent warring with each other. "All right, yes, that should work. I'll call and order the pictures I need and the work up, settle things down here, and then meet you. Mary, would you place Ron in the car please, and make sure he's strapped in securely."

Little Mary looked at the one eyed woman suspiciously, "Are you sure Mrs. Possible? I mean..."

Anne's brow quirked, "If you can promise me that nothing will happen to Bonnie while I'm gone, put him in the van."

Little Mary's shoulder's slumped. "Yes, ma'am." She reluctantly walked over and set Ron gently in the convertible, securing him with the lap and shoulder belts.

VI.

After watching the taillights disappear, Anne turned and began shooing the girls back into the house. "Inside," she admonished the girls, "I don't think we need to put on more of a show than we already have." She gestured at the girls various nightdress. "Inside, now. I want to know what happened."

Seated in the living room, she confronted a whimpering Bonnie. "Bonnie, I know you didn't mean to hurt Ron, so tell me what happened?"

"I...I...I didn't know it was Ron, I thought it was Drakken." A tearful bonnie began. "I thought he was hurting them and I was helping." She finished, sobbing.

Suzie glared at her doubtfully, "Ok, Bonnie, it was a mistake." Then she scowled, "but would you please tell me why you couldn't wait just a few more seconds?"

"Never mind that now," Anne interrupted, "Bonnie, before I examine Ron, could you tell me what you did? I saw him hit his head on the floor, so that's explained, but what else did you do? I've never heard him scream like that before."

"I, ah, I...got three points?" Bonnie blubbered.

"Run that by me again?"

"I got a field goal." Was the semi-hysterical answer.

Among the various winces and moans of her audience, Little Mary's voice rang out. "Rockweiller, if Ron isn't able to finish what he started, you are so going down!"

VII.

Betty pulled over on the side of the road to wait for the GJ hovercraft she had ordered to pick up her and her passenger, one big enough to take her car, too, of course. "Love this machine, think I'll keep it. And if Stoppable's Ron factor is anything like the tapes, I think I'll keep him, too." A wide smile graced her face as she waited impatiently for the lift. A smile that disappeared when the twin green blasts blew out her rear tires.