Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Acquired Sense ~

The past couple of days have been anything but hectic.

Walking alone in the midst of the day, hands tucked hidden in his pockets and to wherever his feet felt like guiding him, Ron felt conflicted inside and out. His brown eyes looked at the uninteresting floor, ignoring everything around him. All the screaming pores in his body demanded he do something Ron Stoppable aka sidekick to Kim Possible would do, but his inner self wanted a different motive. His confliction burned away at him; slowly eating away barriers he had built over the month, but also gave time for new ones to be forged. I mean, it wasn't the teen's fault that Kimberly just happened to go all missing on them on a mission. A mission he might add, he was not invited to.

Not like he would go with her, but still.

To go on a mission alone was foolish. Ron Stoppable was no fool, he knew what she had done was practically suicide. And that's what irked each of his emotional strings. For Kimberly to actually go it alone made his thoughts race, each raced in break neck speed, and every annoying moment refused to disappear. Every damn memory of the frantic cries and pleading didn't die down in his wandering thoughts. They only declined to allow him to forget the past few days.

…

"Hmph, sorry Wade, not my problem."

Wade slammed down on his keyboard frenetic from his supposedly 'friend's' choice of words, "How could you say that Ron!"

Even from the Kimmunicator Wade's voice pieced Ron's ears, "It was pretty easy actually. I just move my mouth and tongue like I'm doing now and–"

"Ron!"

"Well what do you expect me to say!"

Ron stood there in the middle of the empty school hallway, holding the dreaded device far back from his head. He gripped his bag loosely for the idea of heading to his next class had suddenly become an impossible choice. The dark glare coming from the blond boy somehow paled in comparison to his 11 year old friend's. But that small setback did nothing to his pushed feelings.

The 'sidekick' dropped his bag lazily, not caring for the contents inside. Apparently arguing with a boy who never left his room had suddenly become his new goal for the day – As if his teachers didn't give him enough trouble as it is already. Now he had to deal with this damn problem too!

Wade made sure Ron had his full attention and likewise, "I expect you to say 'when does my ride get here!' or somewhere in the lines of that! That's what I expect you to say, Ron! Not it's not my problem!"

Ron crossed his arms annoyed from the boy's screaming, "Well why should I?" Truly a reason was needed before he goes on some mission. He had homework to work on, and a mission would only drag him down a few hours.

The super genius blinked at his response, his fist bawling as the question sunk in, "Why should you? Why should you!" Wade slammed his fist down his computer table, "That shouldn't even be a question Ron! Kim is in trouble that why! Why are we even discussing this! You should be on your way to find out what happened to her!"

Folding his arms tensely, Ron tan eyes challenged the super genius, "Well, what if I don't feel like saving her. Let her get out of her own damn mess, what do I care?"

More anger filled his emotions; he wanted to yell out to Ron's sudden stubbornness. In a big surprise, all of Kim's fidgety attitude yesterday started to make sense to the boy. Clearly something big, majorly big happened between them and whatever it was had most definitely left's it's cruel unwanted mark. For Ron to refuse to help Kim exactly proved his point.

Wade breathed out a puff of smoke; nothing was getting through to his friend, and his stubbornness did nothing useful for the team either. Maybe he needed to take a different approach; yelling and screaming only seemed to poke at all the wrong buttons. Maybe nice and soft could change the outcome.

"Look, Ron, I don't know what happened between you–" He started.

Ron growled, the grip on the device tightened, "No you don't–"

"And I don't care," informed the boy, causing Ron to momentarily lose his anger, "Kim needs you," he added in a soft voice, "I lost communication with her over 20 hours ago. And her Kimmunicator won't respond. I don't know what happened to her, but what I do know is that she's in trouble and could use help, your help."

His anger gone, Ron shrugged, picking his bag up, and running his fingers behind the device, "Hmph, she can take care of herself. It's not my problem Wade. Get GJ or somebody else to do it."

Wade's eyes failed to focus. Oh no! Nice and soft wasn't working, "No! Please Ron don't–"

Ron pulled the batteries out the Kimmunicator before the poor genius could finish. And when he did, he felt a heavy burden dragging him down. It's not his fault Kim got captured or worse, but that didn't mean he was going to go all out and save her and just complete forget all about the troubles she put him through. This wasn't some damn cliché story! Ron had feeling and emotions that both didn't want to help the hero girl. Why should he? So she could apologize and everything return back to normal?

He scoffed, what if he didn't want things to return back to normal. Surprisingly his life hadn't been all that bad since the fight between them. Sure the occasional moments when the girl's image and past haunted his mind had never ceased to stop, but other than that, everyone seemed to be backing off the blond. A first to write in his book or journal.

He inwardly shrugged, heading off to his late class, his mind battling against him. Uh, maybe, or maybe not, hmm, this was so complicated.

…

Ron sat there, leaning forward with the pair set of eyes staring at him with different expressions, both representing the polar opposite to each other. He probably should have seen this coming; actually what did the teen expect? A 11 year old boy not to tattle on him? Please, this sitch had all the right ingredients for him to tattle.

He just still didn't expect a super genius to use such a basic tactic. Well played Wade Load.

"Ronald, we can't even begin to say how sorry we are for what Kimberly did to you, but that doesn't change the fact that she needs you," pleaded Ann with her husband James standing beside her.

They had gotten the call from Wade and immediately tracked down the teen when they did, both running from work in a hurry. The poor teen didn't even get a chance to exit out the school grounds before both Kim's rents had him by the shoulder, dragging him to their house.

The frustrated boy rubbed his neck in annoyance. Both for being face to face with Kim's rents and back in this house where his problems all started, "I'm sorry Mrs. P, but I don't feel like it after what she did."

Ann completely understood why Ronald wouldn't help Kimmie, but this was her daughter and all. And she wanted her back home in her warm comfortable bed and holding her precious Pandaroo. Not at some cold place where she would get treated badly and worse.

Ann cupped her hands, pleading with a super advanced puppy dog pout, "Please Ron, don't do it because it's the right thing to do, do it for us. Please?"

Ron swallowed hard; he had no grudge against the women who practically raised him, so those dark ocean blue eyes of her almost made him cave. He coughed, avoiding her gaze, not wanting to see the added effect of tears that he knew she would deploy if the moment needed it.

"Sorry, but I stand before my decision not to–"

"That's not what I want to hear Ronald!" Cutting in, James had stopped Ron from finishing his sentence, stomping his feet against the floor.

Rolling his eyes, Ron of course expected Kim's father to be the exact opposite of Ann, demanding and direct whenever it came to his precious Kimmie-cub. He grunted at the mere thought of it. Ann looked at her husband with awe.

"Honey!"

He didn't want to hear it, "No Ann! This shouldn't even be a problem we should be discussing!" James moved over to Ronald who seemed completely passive aggressive about it, "Now you are going to go save my daughter Ronald and you are going to do it now!"

Ann panicked, "Honey calm down!" If he didn't, then everything would fall apart. James gritted his teeth, forming his hand into a fist.

Rolling his eyes, Ron could now guarantee where Kim's certain attitude came from. Just like Kim, James was one minded, "Calm down, James," he threatened in a funny way considering it was Ronald's turn to add venom to his name. Karma really did have a funny way of showing up – And when it did nothing still made no sense whatsoever.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down?!" Ron allowed the volume of his voice to slide this time, "My daughter is out there! Captured! And the boy we trusted to go save her won't do it! How could I calm down," Ron shrugged in response.

"Trust is a funny word Mr. Dr. P," Ron cut in, as he got up from the couch and headed straight for the door, "It's something that takes years to make and can be broken very easily. It's sad really, but there's nothing I can do about." The teen pushed the door open, the same way he did the first time he left in a bad mood.

"You can save Kimberly," He shook his head in response, that one mindedness would come back to bite him, just like how it did for–

"Ron…please," begged Ann, grabbing him softly by the shoulder. The sidekick's body stiffened from the frailness in her voice, obviously tears threatened their presence and he would hate to see her hurt.

If anyone could fix this problem between Kim and Ron, it was Ann. But she refused to step in, instead to allow her daughter to learn from her mistakes no matter the outcome. However Ann wasn't asking Ron to make up with Kimberly. She only asked to help her, to only bring her home, back to where she belonged. And damn, he felt his resolve shaken a bit by it.

Ron then did something he knew he could never forgive himself for, "I'm sorry Ann," the boy shrugged away from her, freeing his shoulder from her desperate hold. He stepped out the door, turning to look at her with an expression that has failed to be used in over a month, "I just...can't."

Ann stood there as Ron walked away, her husband most likely still fuming over what just happened. But they could do nothing about it. Not one single thing. If Ronald didn't want to help, then that was it. They would have to rely on Kim to get herself out of this sitch. And the older redhead grimed at the thought, she didn't know if she could trust Kimberly to do so?

…

"I said no!"

Watching from afar, Bonnie had eased dropped on the conversation between Ron and Kim's fashion friend Monique after school from behind a car. Earlier the girl had just walked up to him and within moments the conversation between them escalated quickly to something fierce and nasty. One moment after another they yelled at each other about with the topic being 'whose going to save Kim and when are you going to leave!' But what really got him angry was due to the fact that Monique wouldn't take the clear hint to leave him alone and that he didn't care what happened.

"Boy if you're not going to save her, then who will!"

"That's not my problem!"

And with that, Ron left Monique standing there all alone. He strolled clear across the school grounds grumbling words Bonnie could not hear, but she could guess the gist of it. The brunette waited for Monique to walk away in defeat, before moving away from behind the car and running to catch up with craze sidekick. She had her own issue to deal with and with Stoppable's help they both could solve their problems.

Bonnie ran to teen, catching up to him with his gaze glued to the ground. She rolled her eyes, weirdo. Running in front of him, she poked in the chest, but not deviously smiling like she normally did. Looking up, Ron's hands left his pockets to rest in a folded position across his chest. There was a dazed look in his eyes, as if he just came out of deep thought. But she still found his attention somewhat focused on her.

"What do you want Bonnie," he asked without much force behind his words even if it was Bonnie of all people. Ironically though, he rather have a cold mean predator poke at all his faults then deal with another person asking or demanding for why he hadn't gone off to save Kim yet.

She glowered harshly, poking him roughly on the shoulder, "We need to talk Stoppable," before Ron could even ask why, she rested her hands on her hips in a dominate fashion, "Why haven't you gone off to save Miss Perfect yet?"

Damn, not her too.

Ron blinked, suddenly fully focused on the annoying brunette, "Why do you care if I go save Kim or not?" Really why did she? Of all the people who had come and asked him the same question she was the last person he expected. Sure he expected Kim's rents, Monique, Wade, and hell some other random people before Bonnie ever would.

Bonnie huffed right back, "Does it matter Stoppable? Just go save Miss Thunderclouds already! I need you to go and save that damn girl!"

Ron's confusion died down to be replaced with same attitude he gave everyone else on this touchy subject – Hatred. Except this time instead of being fully consumed by it, a small shred of emptiness was there. A small opening in the walls he built around himself, a chink in the armor as you say. Something that all the other people he talked did not have the opportunity to have. Was it mere coincidence or just cause she caught him off guard?

A preemptive strike was what it was.

"And exactly why should I?" He started off just like he did with everyone else, "What makes you any different from everyone else trying to get me to save Kim? Why is it so important to you that I save her?"

Bonnie sighed in the small defeat; if she wanted Stoppable to save K she needed to tell him why. Angrily the cheer captain poked his stomach, "Cause I need my rival back! That's why!"

Ron's brain took not one, not two, but three steps back, his train of thought shaken. She needed her rival back? That's why she's asking him? Because Kim was her rival? At first he thought the girl actually had a soft spot. What a horrible mistake on his part.

"Because you want your rival back," Bonnie nodded in his repeat, "That's why you want Kim back? So you two could go back to fighting over whatever is you two fight about," she nodded her head again, and Ron glared hard, "Well too bad Bonnie, but I don't feel helping you over something so stupid!"

Ron walked past her, but only got as far as two steps before the brunette girl grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to turn around, "I need you to go and save and make up with Kimmie…now!" Order the cheer captain.

The teen sidekick rolled his eyes, "Let me ask you again. Why should I?"

"Because even though I despise that girl in every damn way possible even I'm not heartless – I'm cold and mean, but not heartless." She grabbed him by the shoulder, shaking him violently as she did, "And I don't want a weak rival!"

Weak rival? What did that mean? Ron didn't know, but there was one thing he did know. This damn girl was even more self center than Kim. Ron stopped the shaking, "Oh and what if I don't want to go Bonnie? What are you going to do about it?"

The girl glared hard before doing something that majorly needed to be done.

Author Notes: So do you think Bonnie can do something to talk some sense into our favorite sidekick or will the cheer captain fail like everyone else?

By the way guys, what would you think If I was considering..maybe...writing a Rongo Fic? Ron and Shego! Don't hit me!