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Chapter 6: Confrontation Nation.

"But Gregorio, I thought you loved me, you said it yourself at my stepbrother's birthday party!"

"I'm sorry, Sohnia, but ever since she saved me in the roller coaster incident, I've fallen for your arch enemy, who is also your evil twin sister."

The thin, blonde girl let exaggerated tears fall from her violently blue eyes as she cried into her hands. The tall, sharp-looking young man ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, too manly to cry, and left the room, not daring to look back at the tearful young woman.

The scene suddenly switched to an orange and brown title card, the show's name written in dramatic, bold letters.

"We'll return to Agony County: The Next Generation after a short word from our sponsors."

A click of the remote, and the TV changed to the next channel.

Ron sat on the edge of the couch, one hand holding his chin, the other holding the TV remote. A small smile etched across his face as he watched the recycled plotlines and mediocre actors dance before his eyes. With all the missions he'd been on recently, he'd missed out on a lot of the newer episodes of his shows; this included the latest installment to Agony County, a spin-off made after great demand from the fans when the first show ended.

What are the odds, Ron thought to himself, unconsciously moving his free hand into the nearby bowl of popcorn. He dug his fingers around until he had gathered a handful of the snack, and lifted it back to his mouth.

"Hey!" The high pitched squeak had come from Ron's fist. Caught off guard, he suddenly pulled his attention from the television and opened his hand.

In addition to the salty snack food, he had also scooped up Rufus, who had buried himself at the bottom of the bowl. The small mole rat crossed his paws and glared profusely at his master.

Ron gave an awkward smile, quickly setting his friend down on the living room table, sending stray popcorn falling from his hand as he did so.

"Sorry buddy, didn't see you there." Rufus seemed to have forgiven his master, or at least, Ron assumed he did, he was too distracted by the sound-off of American Starmaker's theme to notice.

As soon as the naked mole rat was done eating the fallen popcorn from the glass table, he saw that Ron was once again glued to the TV.

On screen, a familiar brown haired man spoke in an almost bored-to-tears sort of way.

"Hello all, I'm your judge, Shawn Crowley, and if you're looking for quality talent, I suggest looking elsewhere!"

"Woohoo!" Ron cheered, jumping in his seat as he placed the popcorn bowl in his lap. He took another handful of the snack and shoved it into his mouth before speaking again, leaving his speech stuffy and slurred. This made his words sound more like…

"Bing on da ba' spinging!"

Crowley continued, almost as though he had heard Ron's words, and was quite annoyed by them.

"Tonight, we have an 'extra special' surprise, just to make things better." His sarcasm was almost overly apparent. "Joining me on the judging panel are two celebrities, who are here to share their opinions on our talentless group."

Somewhere off-screen, Crowley received quite a few hate-filled glances from the preparing contestants, but ignored them, moving aside to introduce his fellow judges to the TV audience.

"First up, pop sensation and teen diva, Britina!"

The spotlight moved back to reveal the young blonde pop star, pretty as ever. She waved happily at the camera and smiled, as if to contrast Crowley's sour personality. He seemed to take that personally as well, because he quickly motioned the camera back to him, pulling an annoyed expression onto Britina's cheerful face. Again, he pretended she didn't exist and moved to the next side of the judging panel.

"And also joining us, the former Defteen Records manager, Roland Wesley!"

Appearing the same fashion as Britina, Roland smiled and gave a sly wave, but even then, it was apparent that this once powerful man was going through tough times; you could see the stress in his eyes, he looked as though this might be his last chance for money. Was it that hard for a record weasel to find a job?

Ron didn't ponder on it long, as soon as introductions were through, his favorite contestant; Santana Marrero (the one with the long, black hair that everyone loved) was first on stage. He never understood why Crowley ripped the poor boy apart every time he went on stage, called him pretty boy with a weak singing voice. If anything, Santana was the best singer on there.

Kim always kinda thought so too, the blonde boy thought absent-mindedly, taking another handful of popcorn. But before he could stuff it into his mouth, he felt those previously blocked out memories rush back.

He just couldn't keep Kim off his mind, no matter what he did. Playing video games only reminded him of the fact that she hated them, eating made him think of the cute smirk she got on her face whenever he pigged out, and watching his favorite TV shows brought back the many times he had watched them with his then girlfriend.

Was there anything he hadn't done with Kim before all this?

It didn't matter anymore, he reminded himself before getting too deep in his train of thought. She wasn't here, and he was just gonna have to get used to it. He was Ron Stoppable; he could do anything, and without the help of Kim Possible!

… Right?

As he wallowed in his doubts, Ron lifted the remote and quickly flipped channels, hoping to find something that didn't remind him of… She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, in the slightest.

A minute of channel surfing later, he stopped on a station he usually never tuned into.

"Wazzup, homies?" shouted the pale-skinned young man as he appeared on the screen. His spiky, blonde hair was held back in an awkwardly styled, blue bandana, and his clothes were far too big for his skinny body. He formed a peace sign on both his hands, trying to look as 'gangsta' as he possibly could.

"This is your homeboy, P.D Sucka! And you're watching Sucka For Lovin' on the MP3 Channel!"

Ron settled into couch, shoveled down some more popcorn, and did his best to enjoy the show for the next half hour. It was really no wonder it didn't remind him of Kim though; she never would've watched such stupidity.

Kim was mad. No, scratch that. She was worse than mad, she was furious. This whole weekend had left her absolutely infuriated, and in her opinion, there was only one person to blame! The young man who had disrupted a perfectly good night, turned her boyfriend against her, and evaded her every move so far with agility that was supposed to be beyond his skill.

He had always pushed Kim to her limits with his antics, but this time… this time, Sr. Senior Junior would go down, and hard.

The teenaged redhead was nearing Junior's latest hotspot, a dance club he had robbed just minutes before, with top speed as she raced down the highway in her dark purple car. She didn't know how fast she was going, nor did she care. Her determination was pushing her too much for her to care about anything. Her gloved fingers curled around the steering wheel, tight enough that she could've very well pulled it from the rest of the car, making her tense attitude all the more apparent.

She saw the club coming up, a small round-looking building, its flashy neon lights had been turned off for the afternoon. The fancy double doors had been left wide open, and a few bewildered workers and someone she assumed was the manager, were standing in the parking lot. They all seemed to be looking up at something, pointing to the sky, even shouting and waving, as if they were trying to signal someone to come down.

Kim parked the Sloth on the roadside across from the club and quickly jumped out. Making no attempt to speak with the manager, she almost immediately looked up, squinting and shielding her eyes from the sun with her right hand as she scanned the skies for whatever the others were pointing at.

And then she saw it. Couldn't be more than thirty feet above the ground, not if she could see it so clearly. She lowered her hand and glared lightly.

A jet-black helicopter, sleek and small by comparison to others she had seen, but gaining momentum as it climbed higher in the skies. Held to the bottom of the little vehicle by a large metal claw were the stolen lights and stereo system, and despite their weight, the chopper was having little trouble propelling itself along with the electronics.

And in the cockpit was none other than Junior himself, holding the bottle of merlot he had swiped from the club's bar in one hand as he watched the club disappear from view. He was accompanied by one of his henchmen, who navigated the helicopter easily. There was really no telling where the others had gone to, perhaps sent back to the island.

It didn't matter to Kim what happened to the henchmen. Junior was still here, and getting away quickly. If she could just get to that helicopter...

And then, she had an idea.

Everything was going so well, Junior couldn't but realize as he looked at the wine bottle in his hand with a rather smug smile. He now had everything he needed to complete his plan, the jewel, the lyrics, the electric components... everything. As soon as he got home, the henchmen could install these parts, he could start making the needed changes to the Oh Boyz song, and tomorrow, he reached the final phase of his plan, where he sent out the invitation...

"Hey boss!"

It was the henchman controlling the helicopter that spoke. Junior wasn't exactly sure what his name was either... maybe he needed to start distributing name tags.

The henchman continued, his voice sounded puzzled and slightly nervous. "Boss, isn't that Kim Possible's car down there?" He pointed out the windshield.

Junior, brought around from his name tag ponderings by the name of his father's arch enemy, jumped from his seat and looked out in the direction the man was gesturing to.

He saw the street across from the club, several cars zooming back and forth, a billboard for the latest season of American Starmaker, but otherwise... and then he spotted the dark purple, stylized car parked on the side of the highway, there was no mistaking it, or the fact that it belonged to-

His thoughts were suddenly cut off as a loud clanging sound came from outside the chopper, like something had hit them. Junior, still looking out the window, began searching for the source of the noise. Perhaps one of the club workers below had tried to bring them down with a bullet or a piece of metal.

That was when he heard a scream from the henchman seated next to him, followed by the sound of breaking glass, and a swift grunt, then two. The second sounded like the henchman, but the first... the first was female.

Junior was slow to wheel around, because he almost expected the scene. The sight of his pilot knocked unconscious on the floor, and Kim Possible standing over him, the laser lipstick she had used to cut a hole into the windshield still clasped in her hand.

The task of getting inside the helicopter had not been an easy one, and usually Kim wouldn't had pulled such a dangerous stunt, not if Ron had been with her, and for two reasons. The first was that doing anything like what she just done would've been too difficult if she'd had to carry an extra person, and secondly; it would've worried Ron sick if she'd done such a thing in his presence.

But since her former boyfriend had not joined her this time, she could be a little more... out there with her tactics.

Using her grappling hair dryer, Kim had climbed to the top of the club, just high enough that she was about ten feet from the helicopter's belly, give or take. Then, with it still in hand, she opened up the side of her favorite gadget and began removing the grapple line from it.

Wade never minded rebuilding her gadgets, but Kim had never once had her grappling hook destroyed, so this one had been with her since the giant cheese wheel incident. Through every villain she had battled, through the time she had decided to paint it purple when she was fifteen, through high school, and she'd hoped, beyond. This gadget had become her best friend on missions, and it almost hurt, having to rip parts out of it. She wanted to apologize to the grapple gun for doing so, but thought better of it, as she was being watched. Her reason? Simple, the guard lock on the gadget would prevent the line from reaching far enough.

As soon as she'd removed the line, Kim dropped the rest of the gadget onto the rooftop, then used all the strength in her right arm to spin the line and hook above her head, making a motion that imitated the chopper's blades. When she had it in a good rotation, she threw the hook, with perfect aim, and managed to catch it across the landing gear.

Keeping a tight grip of the other end of the rope, Kim quickly found herself lifting higher and higher off the ground. She had hastily climbed the grapple line, clambered across the metal landing gear, and moved to the front of the chopper, where she met the frightened eyes of Junior's henchmen through thick glass. Acting quickly, Kim cut a hole through the glass, kicked her way in, and knocked the man from his seat upon entry.

Now she found herself face to face with her original target, who cowered on the other side of cockpit, still trying to figure out how she had reached them.

"Game's over, Junior!" Kim's voice chimed with confidence, but her face was contorted with anger. The young man didn't seem to have anything to add, he still seemed to be in shock.

The redhead continued, letting out her pent-up frustration as well as she could without pushing her boundaries regarding profanity.

"And trust me, rich boy, you're gonna pay big time after what you've done!"

Junior's expression suddenly changed from surprised to questioning. "You mean the thefts?" It hardly seemed like the teen hero to take stealing quite that seriously.

Kim's expression became annoyed, and she put her hands on her hips. "No, but I'm not happy about that either," she said, with an uncharacteristic tartness to her tone. "I'm referring to the fact that you convinced Ron that I was dating you!"

Now Junior was just confused, there was no denying it. "What? I did no such thing!" he snapped.

Kim scoffed, waving her hands in disbelief. "Oh, please! Don't even play that with me! I heard what you said, that we'd secretly been together for three years! Ron told me!"

"Wha- wait, no!" frantically stated the young man, now standing at full height. "I never said that. What your sidekick must've heard was-"

Junior was suddenly cut off again as the helicopter jerked hard to the left, tilting in the sky as it went. The metal door rattled and swung wide open, left to hang on the outside of the chopper as it attempted to fly on its side.

No pilot, Kim thought in sudden realization, feeling stupid, I probably shouldn't have knocked him out.

She suddenly found herself flying backward, headed straight for the open door behind her. In the sudden frantic motion, reached her arms out, clasping the door frame by both sides just before she slipped to her doom.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. She saw that the henchmen had somehow come to; he had also managed to get back into seat and was in the process of righting the helicopter. But that wasn't the bad part… what worried her was that Junior had miraculously managed to keep his balance on the still sideways floor and was now standing right above her.

He gestured to his feet with a smirk. "Magnetized shoes, because you never know, and they're designer too!"

Kim sneered at him, her hair blowing across her face. She could feel her arms growing tired with each second that passed.

Junior spoke, his arrogance returning. "Now, I don't know what your friend is thinking, but he is wrong! He clearly misheard what I said, not that he should've been listening in on me anyway!"

Somehow, as strange as it was, Kim believed him. It wasn't unlike Ron to mishear things... but this also left one question unanswered. She felt her fingers begin to slip, but lifted herself back up as best she could.

"So, what were you talking about then?" she pried farther, there was a strain in her voice as she struggled to keep her grip.

The young billionaire broke into a snicker, forcing Kim to question which was more annoying, his full-out evil laugh, or this. He smiled almost wickedly before speaking.

"That is for me to know, and you..." there was a blood-curdling pause, and the teen hero's eyes went wide as she saw him pull one magnetized foot from the floor and lift it high, "... to never find out!"

And with that, Junior kicked Kim straight in the stomach. It was hardly damaging, but enough to stun her and force the girl to completely let go, right as the helicopter straightened out. He watched with a smug smile as the teenager hurdled toward the ground.

"Goodbye, Kim Possible!" he shouted down to her, waving sarcastically before he vanished back into the cockpit.

Kim wasn't sure what to do. Her grapple gun was dismantled, and what gadgets she did have were useless in this situation. She could see the ground coming fast, and for the first time, realized how much higher they had gotten since she'd first seen the chopper. They had to have been almost one-hundred feet up, the chopper must've just kept going after she'd KO'd the henchmen, and something must've bumped the controls to make it going vertical like it did.

She pulled herself back to the matter at hand, the fact that she was plummeting to the ground with no signs of stopping.

I really need to start carrying a parachute wherever I go, she thought rather dryly.

Then she saw it. The large billboard positioned right next to the highway, she was coming right at it! Kim had another idea, and maybe, just maybe...

Gotta move quickly, she told herself inwardly as the billboard came ever closer, and closer, and closer, until...

She reached her target in one swift motion. Just as she was right above the sign, she stretched out her arms, clamping her fingers around the top of the board as she fell.

The next thing Kim knew, she was slammed onto the billboard, right on the enlarged face of Shawn Crowley. Everything hurt, her whole body, but she was alive… still alive.

Still stunned, she slowly turned her head, looking around in her daze. And even with her vision as blurry as it was, she could see the helicopter disappearing into the distance, as Junior escaped her grasp once more.

Thanks to CajunBear73, Darth Comrade, and Arya MageFire for reviewing!

And thank you to everyone who not only read, but put me in the finals of The Fannie Awards. Although I didn't win either of the nominations, I'm deeply humbled by this act. You all rock, people!

Next Chapter: The Invitation.