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Chapter 7
3 minutes before a busted door had sent choice words through Shego's mind…
"It was horrible Kim! I remember everything now!" Ron kept on talking without taking a breath. "I had lost all memory after the explosion, and then Drakken and Shego found me she lied to me about who I was and made me hate you I don't know how I could ever do that and as Roscoe she told me that I was dead!"
Ron took a breath. "When we were fighting just now I felt that I could… Kim! I cut you!" He quickly took hold of her arm and gently twisted it, looking for a cut, and found nothing.
"What the…?" Kim? I KNOW I cut your arm! I saw the blade slice it!" His face was full of fear and confusion.
"It's OK Ron. I'm fine. I'll explain later. OK? Now I think you have something more immediate to take care of."
When Kim had spoke, Ron was breathing hard. He breathed deep, and then finally noticed the color of her hair. He took a few strands in his fingers, and his demeanor took a complete 360-degree reversal.
"Why is your hair black? And your voice sounds different too. In fact, if you hadn't taken those contacts out of your eyes, I would have probably never known it was you!"
Kim reached up, tapped her pendant, and her voice then returned back to normal. She then whispered to Ron in her own voice, "I'm under cover. I'll explain later. Now we need to get out of here before Shego…"
"Shego." Ron said with such malice that it almost scared Kim. "You go, and I'll be right behind you in a minute."
He cracked his knuckles and then said, "Make that two."
Now back to the busted door…
Ron began to purposefully stride towards Shego, who stood her ground. After all, she could take out numerous Henchmen, so she could take care of Stoppable. Couldn't she?
Without a hint of an attack, Ron strode right up in front of her, so Shego didn't bother charging her hands, or putting up any kind of defense. What is he up… SMACK!
In mid-thought Ron had brought his hand up and slapped Shego right on the side of her face!
"Now see here you Buffoon…" Drakken started to say, and then scurried out of the room when Ron turned towards him with a look that made him feel cold to the bone. Shego's face was still turned from the force of the slap, her black hair obscuring part of her reddened face.
"I'm sorry Ros… I mean, Ron. I deserved that." Her eye was beginning to tear from the slap, and then she then looked Ron in the face. "But aren't you going to kill me? Or something?"
"Not my style Shego." Ron said, and slowly began to walk around her as she stood still.
Shego felt something warm slide horizontal across her lower back, and then suddenly she felt a bit of a… breeze. "What are you…?" She began to say, and was stopped from turning around with a stern hand.
She then felt that same stern hand grab a handful of… "Oh no… Oh please no." She muttered to herself.
"Shego…" Ron said in an almost admonishing tone. "I never figured you for 'Granny Panties'. I kinda thought you were the 'Commando' kind of girl. Oh well. All the better for what I want to do."
With a hard yank upwards, Shego's high pitched scream reverberated through the entire lair, making a group of henchmen playing cards clear on the other side look up and briefly wonder what the heck it was. They all collectively shrugged, and when one of them upped the ante, they continued to play.
…x x x x…
Ron then walked out of the lair and saw that Kim was still waiting for him. "What the heck was that, Ron? What did you do to Shego?"
"Let's just that she might be walking funny for a while."
"You didn't… hurt her, did you?" Kim was actually a bit worried what Ron may have done to her arch rival.
"Nah… She will just be a bit uncomfortable for a while." He took her hand in his and then started to walk off towards the main road. "So what have you been doing for the past week or so? And why is your hand so cold? Are you OK?"
"Well…" Kim started, and then felt a small bit of movement in her pocket. "Ron? I bet there's someone else you would like to see."
She reached deep into one of her Cargo pant pockets, and withdrew a small pink ball of…
"Rufus!" Ron said exuberantly, and let Kim set the little guy in his palm. Rufus was just waking up and after a yawn and a stretch, finally noticed who was now holding him.
"Ron!" He squeaked out, and immediately crawled up his master's arm near his face, hugging Ron's cheek with all his Naked Mole Rat strength. Closing his eyes, Ron placed his hand on the side of Rufus and returned the hug.
"Umm, Ron?" Kim asked, and Ron looked at her after making sounds that only Rufus could understand.
"Yeah Kim…?" He opened his eyes and saw large luminous green eyes accompanied by a thrust out lower lip. "Oh Kim… I am soo sorry." He opened his arms and she went to him wrapping her own around him and squeezed.
Now if Ron hadn't had a mystical power running through his body that kept him safe, he would have easily been crushed by the hug that Kim was now giving him. Neither of them noticed the blue surges of power emanating from Ron wherever Kim was squeezing, keeping the tremendous pressure from harming him, because their lips had now found each other.
The two continued to kiss passionately by the road as cars sped by, as each of them had completely forgotten that they needed to catch a ride.
…x x x x…
Dr. James Timothy Possible and Dr. Annette Elizabeth Possible each received an email that evening on their business e-mails that read exactly the same, except for who it was addressed to.
My name is Dr. Elizabeth Director, director of a branch here at GJ, and we are in need of your unique services. There is an individual here that works for us that is in need of your employ. I cannot go into much detail here, so we will discuss this when you arrive. As for compensation for your services, you will be paid the equivalent of a full year's worth of your current salary, minus taxes, of course. The attached map will give you precise directions on how to get here.
We have complete confidence that you will keep this meeting to yourselves. Please delete this message, and then empty the trash from your email system after down loading the directions.
We hope to see you tomorrow afternoon.
Sincerely, Dr. E. Director
…x x x x…
After thumbing a ride for only about 10 minutes, a car pulled over and offered the two a ride. It was a fairly unassuming station wagon, and the driver seemed even all the more non-descriptive. Apparently he was just traveling through town, and thought he would help someone in need.
Kim had the man drop them off at a crossroad and said they would walk the rest of the way. It was only a mile or so from the main road, so the man didn't mind. Ron however harumphed a small disapproval, but fell into line when Kim elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
During the 20-minute walk, the two whispered sweet nothings to each other and how much they had missed the other's company. When they reached the side a a large building, Kim laid her hand on a palm reader, letting them enter. Holding hands, Kim went straight to Dr. Director's office, and lightly tapped on the door.
"Come in." Dr. Director said as she stretched her tired limbs. She had been working late, and it was time to get some sleep. She looked up at the clock, and noticed it was almost 23:00 hours. (That's 11:00 pm to you and me)
Kim opened the door just far enough to stick her head in, and immediately Betty noticed the big grin on her face. "Kimberly…?" She said surprised, and with a questioning look.
"Hey Betty. I have someone with me that I think you would like to see." She then opened the door the rest of the way, and revealed her guest. You could have driven a semi-truck through Dr. Director's mouth when she saw who was standing there.
"S… Stoppable? Is… is that really… you?"
"The one and only, Double D."
"Ron…!" Kim hissed and swatted him on the shoulder, eliciting an "Ouch" from him.
"Ha ha… That's quite all right Kim. I'll let this slide. This time." She gave Ron a warning look with her one eye. "So Ronald, where have you been for the last week or so?"
"It's a long story." Ron said as he offered a chair to Kim, and then sat down himself. "Do you have a little time?"
…x x x x…
"Have we heard who is taking place of our dearly departed Dr. Leonard?" A deep voice resonated through the sparse office. A meaty hand gripped the phone receiver tightly, his knuckles turning white with anger. "Well then find out, or you will find yourself on the short end of a stick!" He slammed the receiver down on the old-fashioned rotary-style desk phone, making items shake on his old metal desk.
…x x x x…
After Ron finished his story about what Shego had done to him, Dr. Director really had only one option, and that was to give Ron two things to consider. "So, Ronald… You have a big decision to make here. Either you come clean with everyone, and tell your parents that you are really alive and go back to your regular life… Or stay here with us as an honorary member of GJ, and work with Kimberly here to try and find out who was REALLY behind that explosion that almost killed the two of you."
Both Kim and Dr. Director looked at Ron for a few seconds, waiting for him to answer. After a few moments of silence, Ron made a decision. But he had one question first.
"Can I have a cool disguise like Kim has?"
To be continued…
This is a little shorter than I originally planned, but if I kept going, it would be almost twice as long… and that's just not my style. Oh well. Hope y'all continue to like…