It's Addictive: Chapter 15
I.
As her mother tried to quieten down the lynch mob mentality the other girls were exhibiting toward Bonnie, Kim sat on the end of the couch, hands clasped between her knees, her expression fluctuating between a frown and a giggle. "Just what did Ron mean by I 'read his mind'? He hasn't even tried to get to third base and he's having those type of fantasies? I'll kill him! No, can't kill him, and his fantasy was about three of me, not me and some other girls. That is so sweet. No, it's not sweet, it's disgusting, it's...that he wants more of me, that's disgusting? I mean...drop it, Possible, we're not that kind of girl...Says who? Who knows if we're that kind of girl if Ronnie hasn't...And he's not going to, not till after we get married...That long? nooooo...Yes!...absolutely no way are we waiting that...Yes, we are!...No we are not!
The increasing volume of the argument around her brought Kim out of her internal soliloquy.
"I say we ban Rockweiller from getting within ten feet of Ron."
"Are you sure ten feet is far enough?"
"Now, girls, settle down, I'm sure Ron will be all right." Dr. Possible tried to inject some calm into the storm.
Bonnie ignored Anne, jumping to her feet and shoving her face into Little Mary's. "And who's going to stop me? You? As if. Nobody is keeping me away from my Ronnie Poo."
Little Mary growled, reaching for Bonnie's neck. Bonnie bounced back, jouncing lightly on her toes. "C'mon, you oversize wannabe, you want a piece of me? Let's see how tough you are." Bonnie taunted the bigger girl.
"Whoa! Hold it. No fighting in my living room." Anne stepped between the two teenagers. "No fighting means no fighting, verbal or physical. Now, Bonnie, go sit on the couch. Little Mary," Anne pointed at a chair across the room, "over there. And no shouting at each other either, quiet."
The two would be combatants separated, reluctantly heading for their individual corners.
Anne glared at the other muttering girls. "There will be no arguments, no fights, and no tar and feathers. Do you all understand?" She waited until the various mutinous teenagers nodded. "Good, Kimberly Anne?"
Kim's attention focused, she couldn't remember the last time her mother used her full name.
"You have my permission to do whatever is necessary to keep order and protect Bonnie. I have to get dressed and go to the hospital. Understand?"
Kim nodded hesitantly, "Yes, mom, but can't I..."
"No, if Ron is all right, I'll bring him back here. If not, you can all see him at regular visiting hours tomorrow." Anne looked around the room at the group of girls, "All right?"
The nods were begrudging, but Anne realized they were as much as she could expect. She walked towards her bedroom, thinking that at least Ron would get some sleep at the hospital.
II.
Keeping a low profile, Betty flung open her door, rolling across the pavement to come to her feet in a combat stance, ready to attack or defend. She rolled her head so her one eye could focus on...
"Shego!"
"That's right," Shego's stance was relaxed, her plasma flickering around her hands, "now hand over the sidekick and I won't have to get nasty."
Betty's eye narrowed, "What do you want with Ron?"
Shego looked closely at her antagonist, "Well, well, what have we here? The head of GJ doing a little slumming? And in civvies no less." Shego grinned tauntingly, "I hate to tell you this, but that outfit...ewww."
Betty glanced down at her blouse and skirt, "And just what is wrong with my clothes, Miss same outfit for the last decade? I hardly need fashion advice from someone so obviously challenged for originality."
"I'll have you know I get lots of compliments on my..."
"Probably from hormonal teenagers," Betty interrupted, "they wouldn't care what it looked like as long as it's tight. Let me guess, designed by that comic book brother of yours, right?"
"That's it, Fire in the Hole." Shego blazed as she sent two plasma bolts at the Director. Betty ducked, rolled under the blasts, and tried to counter attack. Impeded by her semi-tight skirt, the kick that should have taken Shego in the jaw, barely reached her shoulder, it's force greatly decreased. Shego grabbed Betty's ankle, jerking her off her other foot. The green beauty's smirk grew into a wide grin at the soft thud and muffled curse as Betty's bottom bounced on the asphalt.
"I don't think you're exactly dressed to dance," she laughed, "so just stay down and I'll take Stoppable and go." She sidestepped to the car, keeping her eyes on her foe.
"Like hell." Betty kicked her heels off, ripping her skirt away as she sprang to her feet, "I've got him and I'm keeping him."
"Why do I get the impression tonight was supposed to be more pleasure than business?" Shego laughed derisively, "Sheer, black lace panties? Black hose and garter belt? So cliche."
"Never mind my underwear, I'll let the guards at prison see what you wear." Betty snarled as she launched a series of strikes.
The two women blocked and counter punched at each other furiously. In a Pyrrhic victory, Betty managed to drive her fist into Shego's jaw, driving the villainess into the road, only to have Shego's foot connect with her solar plexus, collapsing the Director to the pavement.
The two dazed women stared at each other, trying to get a second wind. "Surrender?" wheezed Betty.
"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing." Shego managed in a groggy tone.
Betty's head drooped, trying desperately to recall the lost air in her lungs, so she missed the figure slinking toward her opponent. Shego's eyes and mouth popped wide when two hands stroked her sides, sliding up her chest to squeeze gently.
"No...no fighting...please." Ron whispered in her ear, shooting a triple thrill through the green beauty. "I thought you were a good girl."
Before Shego could gather her pleasure scattered wits, Ron collapsed over her back, forcing both to the ground, pinning her prone. She laid a moment, then humped her back slightly, rolling Ron off her and onto his back. She sat up, turning to stare at Ron's slack face. Betty took advantage of her distraction, crawling over to place her arms around Shego's neck in a potentially lethal hold. "Don't move, Shego." She croaked, "My control's not that good after that kick and accidents happen."
After a moment, Shego spoke quietly, "If I give you my word the fights over, will you let me go so we can see to Ron?"
Betty hesitated, "I have your word?" She felt a nod between on her encircling arm. "All right, you do a lot of things, but lie isn't one of them." The Director released her hold to crawl over and collapse on Ron's far side.
After a moment, watching Shego just stare at Ron's body, Betty broke the silence. "What did he do?"
"Huh?"
"A moment ago, what did Ron do? You looked overjoyed."
"None of your business." Betty wished the light was better, she was sure a blush was spreading on Shego's face.
"Please? Just between two women?"
"No, so drop it." Shego shook her head. "What's wrong with him? And where were you taking him?"
"He has a mild concussion."
Shego's head snapped up, her eyes slitted, her hands beginning to glow. "And you weren't taking him to get treatment? Why?"
"Calm down," Betty soothed, "fights over, remember? Anyway, I was taking him to get treatment, at GJ headquarters."
Shego looked thoughtful, then began to laugh, "And why do I think Dr. Possible doesn't know of this plan?"
"I may have left the impression I was taking him to the hospital," Betty admitted, "but he'll get better treatment at GJ than Dr. Possible can give him."
Shego raised her brows in question.
"We have a new regen machine that should have him in perfectly fine condition in less than twelve hours. Even sooner if the injury is minor. All Dr. Possible can do for a mild concussion is observe him."
"If this treatment is so great, why haven't I ever heard of it?" Shego growled. "With a treatment like that GJ could forget funding problems."
"You're familiar with the basics."
"What?"
Betty sighed, "Remember Lipsky's rejuvenation gun? We took the basic theory and expanded it."
Shego began to stand, "You planned on using Drakken's tech on Ron? Forget that."
Betty waved her back down, "The basic theory is sound, Lipsky just screwed up the practical application, that's all. Using the ray by itself to cause age decrease leads to eventual deterioration of the human body and premature death. In combination with a fluid bath we've developed, it causes the body's own healing mechanism's to accelerate."
"And you haven't released it, why?" Shego asked suspiciously.
The Director grimaced, "FDA."
'Oh, enough said." Shego relaxed back to the road. "So what do we do now?"
"How about a compromise?" Betty offered tentatively.
"Compromise?"
"Do you have any other clothes, or just that jump suit."
"I have clothes," Shego began indignantly. "I'll have you know I..."
Betty waved her silent, "Good. My car is now immobile. I have a GJ team on it's way. They'll take Ron and I to GJ headquarters, where he will be run through a quick medical by my doctors. MRI, x-rays, whatever's needed, then placed in a portable regen tank."
"And then?"
"I'll meet you at a place of your choosing, with Ron. Under a few conditions."
"Conditions? What conditions?"
"You will not hurt him. You will not fight me. I'll arrange for a temporary amnesty for you, something along the lines of you helping me break a world threat."
"And?"
"You have to tell me why you were hunting Ron,and..." Betty leaned forward conspiratorially, "you have to tell me what he just did?"
Both women began to giggle softly.
Betty held out her hand, "Deal?"
Shego grasped it, "Deal."
III.
"I know "anythings possible for a Possible, but I don't know about this." Kim thought as she walked around the room. "Every time I glare one of them back into her seat, two more start to move. I may join mom no matter what she says and just let them do whatever. We've got good insurance." She glanced at a defiant Bonnie, then snapped her eyes over to stare down a surprisingly determined Melody. "Ron Stoppable, you are in soooo much trouble."
Dr. Possible came back into the room, white lab coat draped over her shoulder, cell phone to her ear. "What? Are you sure? Fine, let me know the moment you find out anything." She closed the phone and walked towards Kim, a worried look in her eyes.
"Mom? Is something wrong?" Kim's eyes widened in beginning panic, "Ron's not hurt worse than you thought, is he?"
The surrounding girls forgot their grievance against Bonnie and gathered round the two Possible women.
Mrs. Possible looked at the worried faces, then nodded to herself. "Kimmie, everyone, Ron hasn't gotten to the hospital."
"But it's only a mile from here."
"Where did he go?"
"What happened to him?"
"Settle down girls, one at a time." Anne calmed them. "The answer to all your questions is, I don't know. Kimmie, do you have any ideas? You know that Director woman, right."
The panic had left Kim's face, replaced by a mounting rage. "Dr. Director, you sorry, no good, selfish..."
"Kimmie!"
"I'm sorry, Mom," Kim apologized, "but I just realized something. The Ron factor."
Monique pushed forward. "You think she's been watching?"
"Yes, and I know where she'd go." Kim turned for the front door, pulling her Kimmunicator out, "Wade, I need a ride."
She was stopped by a wall of her friends. "Not without us."