Unstoppable

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Chapter One: A Bad Naco

"Really…KP, I'm fine."

Kim sits at the opposite end of the table watching her mother check Ron for any sign of ill health. She gives her daughter a brisk thumbs up before leaving the two alone. Ron picks up the naco he begged to have on their way to the house and takes an enormous bite out of the meat-packed tortilla. His somewhat shaky hands outweigh his smile and Kim scoots along the seat to sit next to him. She puts her hand over his and pushes the naco from his face.

"KP…naco time is Ron ti-" He stops at her solemn expression.

"You sure, Ron? You look a little…pale."

He shakes his head slightly. Maybe he feels, a little off; Ron could deal with a little nausea if it meant KP would be able to chill.

"Nothin' to it Kim. I'm cool, really I am!" He pats her on the back. "Whatever Drakken and Shego stole, is a dud. Pretty lame-o weapon if ya ask me, Kim. Didn't do anything to me but make me see colors…blue I think. Ah, man was that thing bright!" He covers his eyes dramatically before turning back her with a careless smile plastered on his face.

Kim smiles and gives him a hug. She worries, Ron knows that…because she can do anything, and Ron, well he can eat more nacos in a year than a really, really fat guy. At one point in fact, he was the really, really fat guy hoarding the Bueno Naco produced heart attack in a tortilla…but that, is besides the point.

The point is, that Kim would always protect him if she could. Even he knows he has to have some part in the matter though; Ron rubs his head in slight disdain as the two hear the Kimmunicator beep. As usual, Kim is the first out the door for school.

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Nothing seemed too much out of place afterwards as the two road to school on Ron's rocket powered scooter…

Ron walks Kim to first period and carries her books. He cannot help, but wish he could rub his head or have some Smarty Mart brand aspirin because his head only seems to throb more and more.

"Ron, you sure you okay?"

"Nothing to it KP. I'm cool." He wraps his arm around her shoulder, books in hand as they walk. Ron gives Kim a light squeeze. "Just a bit of a headache really. I can deal, it's no big my little senorita."

"Well…alright for now. I still want Wade to check you later, kay?" Kim suggests, her arm wrapping around Ron's slim side.

Suddenly, he presses his cheek to hers.

Kim blushes as he slightly rubs his cheek against hers…almost like a cat. His grip on her tightens, almost losing the fluffiness they had, had a few moments ago. His hold on her is firm.

"Gotta get to class. Bye Ron." She goes to move, but he does not let go. "Ron?"

His other hand reaches up to her face, his index finger lifting her chin. "Hold on, let me look at you for a moment…yep, still beautiful. Still perfect." He leans in to whisper in her ear before giving her a light kiss somewhere between her cheek and ear. Before he pulls away, Ron discreetly takes in the sweet scent of Kim's Strawberry shampoo.

Kim shivers a bit as Ron turns, his eyes on her till he's completely around. Somehow, what he just did turned out to be both awkward…and hot. But, was it her imagination or did he have somewhat of a protective look in his brown eyes…and did he sniff her hair?

Awkwierd…

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Further concern followed in fourth period as Kim caught Ron starring at her...

Yeah, him starring…nothing all that new, Ron had to constantly remind himself that Kim is real and she is his girlfriend. But the way he is starring. She cannot help but shift uncomfortably in her seat as a hole is being formed on her back from the heated intensity of his gaze.

The bell rings to go to lunch at last. After his weird hug, whisper-kiss thing earlier she feels as if she's just being paranoid. A quick regular hug and everything would be a-okay.

"Kim! Was that one boring lecture or what?" He walks up to her stretching before wrapping his arm around her shoulders again. "Still better than second period. Had a quiz I totally bombed."

"How are you so sure?"

"Would you believe it KP. I fell asleep!" He wines, slapping his forehead with his free hand.

Ron grabs KP's books with his free hand and tucks them to his side as he scoots his body closer to hers as they walk. He never did this…really ever before. Kim begins to get just a little bit suspicious, without knowing completely why.

"Ron…at least you found something to entertain you though."

"Huh?" He raises an eyebrow. "What choo talkn' bout KP?"

"You…burning a hole in my back, the whole class." Kim slips out of his grasp and walks on ahead after snatching her books back playfully. "It really got a bit frustrating after awhile Ron."

"What got frustrating?"

"You starring at me. The whole class." As if he did not know.

He stops for a moment and so does she as she waits for an answer. Turning back, Kim watches Ron run his hand through his hair. His expression is that of deep thought.

"Kim…I fell asleep. I was out since like the first five minutes of class. How could I have been starring at you?"

Okay…now she, is the one confused. She looked back and saw him; his eyelids dropped just a little, his hands together under his chin, holding up his head, his face for a split second completely concentrated on her before she caught him. She swore he lifted a brow playfully before pretending he was not looking her way at all.

And he was awake…

Shaking it off, Kim grabs Ron's hand and leads him to the cafeteria.

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"Hey you're…really pretty. You singl-"

Okay, the slight ranting, mumbling and glares Kim could deal with when guys hit on her…or talked to her, completely understandable to a point…but, growling?

"Back off man! Get your synthodrome buddies and scram…KP's got a man now, get the picture!" Ron snarls.

Despite it being Ron, the guy looked a little terrified…and confused at what a synthodrone might be. He puts his hands up and backs off, but Ron follows him.

"Ron! Leave…him alone." Kim attempts to pull her boyfriend back into his seat by hanging onto his sleeve.

"One sec, Kim. I'm gonna take out this peeping tom. Be right back. Hey dude, do you know I know monkey kung fu? Tia Xing Pe Qua is in this house! Keep walking, or Ron's gonna bring the hurt!" Surprisingly, Ron put on a somewhat serious face before chasing after the retreating student.

Kim covers her face as Ron shakes his fist, almost appearing as if he could be foaming at the mouth at any moment at the new transfer student. A bit frightened, the boy watches Ron over his shoulder as he quickly walks away. Ron sees him out the cafeteria door.

"Girl." Monique puts her hand up, a sign for Kim to hold back her distaste for Ron's actions. "He means well." She looks over at Ron, glaring at the boy from the inside of the cafeteria. "Even if he looks like a rabid attack dog. Did he get bit by anything?" She jokes.

"Fu-uh-ny…maybe he's…"

"Kim, Ron's gone Tarzan over there." Monique points at Ron yelling at the boy he just ran out for wanting to get his lunch from his table.

"I'll talk to him." Kim folds her hands together after pushing away her tray of mystery meat.

Ron reproaches the table growling and takes his seat next to his now slightly ticked off girlfriend. He shifts his eyes around a bit before scooting his chair closer to hers. Her arms crossed, she stares him down. Coming back to reality, just a bit, Ron holds his hands up in defense.

"Am what I is, KP. No man tries to pick up my woman on my lunch hour."

"Lunch is only forty-five." She uses her stern voice even though she is obviously being sarcastic.

One of his oversized ears are suddenly grabbed and yanked downwards. Sticking out her bottom lip in a pout Kim begins to question his sudden outburst.

"It's sweet that you care, but Ron you can't be so over protective… I can deal."

"Oh, of course you can." Ron mutters, crossing his arms.

Kim narrows her gaze at Ron's sudden sarcasm. "What is that supposed to mean, RON?"

"Kim Possible can do everything. That's all I'm saying." His lids drop, his face turned slightly away from hers.

"Hey, hey you two need to chill." Monique steps between the two of them in an attempt at preventing an argument.

She never would have expected Ron to push her.

"Jeez! Get out my grill, MONIQUE!" He poorly imitates her, throwing up a jumbled gang sign.

"Ron!"

Kim leans down to a startled, yet increasingly infuriated Monique. The two see Ron shove a jock out of the way as he heads for the door. Kim calls after him, but Ron does not turn around. She does notice him holding his head though, as he stumbles out and the cafeteria doors swing close.

"Should I put my hand up now and tell you he means well?" Kim jokes, a little sarcastically.

"Put your hand up and hold me back!" She shouts from the floor as she straightens out her new skirt.

"He's been acting kinda…" Kim tries to explain.

"He's straight trippin' girl! I'm gonna go give that boy a piece of my mind…"

"He's not himself, something's off." Kim muses starring at the door. "I'll talk to him."

"Got that right, girl! Talk with your Ron…I mean…" She notices that she is still on the floor and holds a hand up. "…I mean he just chased off some dude like a trained attack dog, and then he…thanks girl." Now standing, Monique rubs her temples in thought.

"I wonder if this a reaction to, that thing that hit him the other day." Suddenly Kim finds it very necessary to chase after Ron. "I should go…check on him, you know how he can overreact."

"Yah, you tell that boy if he ever pushes me like that again…I'm gonna straight up break his legs."

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Luckily, no one felt the need to use the restroom just yet. Ron stares at himself in the mirror. His hair looks a little messier than usual, no surprise though…he did not brush it this morning; Ron also notices the small bags forming under his tired eyes accompanied by his own shallow, almost wheezy breathing.

Squinting, he braces himself against the counter. "Awkwierd."

In his pant pocket, Ron's communicator begins to vibrate. On queue, Rufus pops out holding the device in his tiny claws. 'Kim!' he cheers urging Ron to pick it up. Gripping the device, Ron sets it down on the counter instead. He let out a slow breath.

"Okay Ron…whatever is going on here, we can fix it. I'm sure I'm just having an off day…a-a bad day-"

"And there's more bad to come, Ronald Stoppable!" A strangely familiar voice shouts from nowhere.

Ron jumps at first, startled. Alone time is highly needed so he sets out to empty the restroom. He had figured the bathroom was empty in the first place, but takes a quick stroll down the stalls to be sure. Perhaps someone was messing with him? No one else is in the restroom. He walks back to the counter and turns on the tap to wash his face.

"Looking for me? You're hot now, burning like the sun!"

Ron looks up to see his own reflection, the action by a sudden impulse. His grip on the counter tightens as he sees himself just standing there, starring with a huge grin on his face. Ron touches his own face, he must be hallucinating, from lack of sleep…and nacos. That's it. But, his reflection leans forwards and beckons Ron to lean in towards the mirror.

Ron slowly shakes his head no, but his reflection is so persistent. He leans in so his nose is an inch away from the glass. His reflection chuckles softly.

"Miss me…bad boy?"

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Outside, Kim decided to wait patiently for Ron to just come out. In her hand she has her Kimmunicator, but before she can attempt to call her boyfriend again he stampedes out of the bathroom screaming.

"Evil mirrors!" He roughly grabs Kim by her upper arms and swings her around to use as a shield. "Kim, the boys bathroom is haunted by…blue doppelgangers! Get the ghost repellant!"

"Ron, calm down." Still a little annoyed, she is also a little worried and her expression softens.

"Evil…dop…dopplpoppers, m-marypoppins…" He is exhausted, Kim notes.

"Slow down and give me the sitch. Please…and thank you."

"Kim…I went in the bathroom, because I dunno I think better when I'm-"

"Ron, T.M.I.!" Kim holds up her hand in warning.

"…anyways I was all like ugh, my head hurt so I started talking to myself-helps me think, not like I'm crazy or anything it's just…"

She raises an eyebrow and playing with his collar Ron gets more to the point.

"I was all down because of how I acted in the lunchroom…you know all, we can fix it, I need Z's…and I was just saying how I'm having a bad day when IT HAPPENED!"

Kim pats Ron on the back as he attempts to catch his breath. He wasn't even in there five minutes and getting the story out of him is taking ten. With a motion of the hand she urges him to continue.

"I looked up in the mirror…and I was all like this!" Ron grabs his cheeks and pulls his mouth as wide as he can for an over exaggerated, and somewhat disturbing smile. "And I blinked, and I didn't stop smiling KP! So, I just starred. Then, KP my reflection moved on its own! Like, it wanted to tell me something so I leaned in and AUHHHHH!" He suddenly shrieks.

Ron really only answered one question, there is something wrong with him. Dragging Ron to her locker, Kim calls for a second opinion…because frankly, she is ready to call the school psych. The monitor flickers before on the screen is her third partner, Wade.

"What's up Kim?" He asks, his arms behind his head.

"Level eleven on the Ronman weird-o-meter Wade! Mirrors are alive, fear the reflection!" Ron collapses on the floor.

"You see what we've got here Wade?"

Kim looks down at Ron as he twitches on the floor. She can't help but notice him stop to rub his head. Wade pulls out a large book and holds it up for Kim to see: One Hundred and One Mental Cases. Waving her hand, Kim opts Wade to put the book down.

"Ron was hit with something on the dock mission. A ray that shot light by Shego and Drakken…any ideas Wade?"

"Does he have any symptoms?" Wade suggests.

"He's been…acting a, bit odd today…unlike the usual Ron odd."

Kim pulls out her Kimmunicator and points it towards Ron so Wade can see him twitching on the floor. Even for Ron…that is a little, strange.

"First monkeys, then mirrors…oh no MIRROR MONKEYS!" Ron notices Kim's tapping foot and sits up rather sheepishly seeing a few underclassmen starring.

"Kim, it looks to me like his head, but what else is new." Wade jokes. "The brain scans in the middle of an upgrade, but he should be fine as far as I can tell. The best we can do is wait and see if he has any symptoms, I can't say off the top of my head may be wrong Just keep an eye on him."

"Will do Wade."

Kim helps Ron up, quickly noticing his sweaty palms. Once standing he seems to revert back to normal, at least for a moment. She stops, looking at him and then trailing his path of vision back to her locker mirror. He just stares, almost entranced by something she can't see. Ron's lips move as if speaking but nothing comes out except wisps of air as he steps up to his reflection. Suddenly his expression turns somewhat sour, as if someone had insulted him. Gritting his teeth Ron points at his reflection, his finger shaking.

"Mmm…Ron?" The little mole rat muses popping out of his hiding spot.

"Ron?" Kim questions, softly setting her hand on his shoulder.

Instantly Ron turns around. He looks at her blankly for a moment before smiling. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Ron slams the locker door. Eyes closed, his free hand is run through his blonde hair. Kim looks around for a brief moment as he suddenly hugs her, tightly.

"I think…I need to lie down, I'm seen' things KP." He whispers.

His voice is trembling. His grip is tight.

"Ron maybe you should head home. Go ahead and call your mom to come get you."

"Awww…KP she never believes me when I say I need to leave." He looks down at the floor bashfully. "Can you call for me…she'll believe you."

"No big, BF." Kim whips out her communicator as he gives her a lighter hug.

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Walking home, Kim confides in Wade Ron's odd behavior.

"Lets see, Wade…Ron said he saw his reflection moving on its own, but I was there the second time it happened. There was nothing occult about my mirror. Maybe the beam is a hallucinatory inducer?"

"Maybe." Wade contemplates. "Anything else…maybe something he said? Clues?"

"Let's see…" Kim thinks.

"Anything he doesn't normally do?"

"Actually he kept wrapping his arm around my shoulders every time he saw me…tight kinda. It's unusual for him to be so, affectionate without wheezing. He also attacked this guy at lunch for asking me if I had a boyfriend. You know, he complained about a headache?" She asks hopefully.

"Okay…then it is his head." Wade types something into his computer.

"Yeah, but he says he feels fine, scratch one headache. This morning…" Kim stops, thinking about something…but it's a little far fetched. "Ha ha…can't be."

"What is it Kim?" Wade asks.

"It's ridiculous really. Ron said the school was invaded by blue doppelgangers."

"Blue doppelgangers…probably just a coincidence, Kim."

Before she had left, Ron's math teacher had asked Kim to bring Ron's math quiz home. She had said something about him having to retake the quiz tomorrow. Kim had not looked at the quiz, but nothing else seemed to be more important to look at now for some odd reason. She briskly thumbs through her papers in search of it.

"Wade…" She gasps, nearly dropping the vital piece of paper just as she pulls it out.

"Kim!"

Wade exclaims, amazed at the various symbols and calculations doodled on Ron's math quiz. Kim feels herself trembling slightly as she holds the paper up for Wade to see.

"That level of math is like, third year college. When did Ron do that? "

"That's what I want to know, Wade…" Kim already has a pretty decent idea of what's up with Ron. "…because Ron told me he slept through his quiz today."

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'Uh-oh…Ron.' Rufus whines, hiding under Ron's discarded shirt.

The reflection stares knowingly back at Ron, smiling as he feels him growing weaker. Ron grips the mirror with all his might knowing he should walk away, but cannot. He is the crash, and cannot help but stop to watch even himself.

"This is so lame…I…I need to call Wade." Ron's knees buckle a bit, but his hold on the mirror keeps him up. "…KP…I need to talk to…Kim…"

His own reflection turns blue in the face with a maniacal laughter so familiar to Ron's ears. He can suppress it…for her and everyone else he cares about, he can hold back that nutcase. A pain like an ice pick being driven into his skull develops. Ron looks at his reflection which continues to smile.

"I…know who you are. I know you're here and I can hold you back…" Ron's eyes betray his fear as his reflection laughs, mocking his dieing efforts.

"Please, Ronald…this is all just a bad dream to end a bad day. You just ate a bad naco."

As Ron falls unconscious on his bedroom floor, he mumbles.

"There…is no such thing, as a bad naco…"

The story is picking up, booya! Please take a moment to stop and review the story thusfar and my writing it would mean the world to me. I hope someone out there enjoys this story...because there just isn't enough Zorpox fanfiction out there. It makes me kinda sad. Snff.