So, my muse hit me over the weekend and I was able to fire out about 4000 words in a few hours. Enough to completely screw me over for my calc II exam. It wasn't a choice, when I get like this there are no choices. Either I write or I don't sleep until I do. All but Drakken's side are brought together in this chapter. And we view a dilemma that will be developed as a major theme deeper into the story.

Enjoy, and as usual review.

Oh, and I don't own any of this beyond the plot.

Chapter 7: Unexpected Reactions

"Mr. Load, it's been nearly 45 minutes." Dr. Director prompted to the young computer hacker as she watched him through their video-link. "I have an urgent need to speak to Miss Possible and Mr Stoppable, and I'm beginning to lose patience. Now, if I wasn't certain it was otherwise, I'd say you were stalling."

You have no idea, Dr. Director. Wade thought as he looked over the multitude of screens on his desk. How long can I keep this up? Wait, better question, how long can they keep this up?

"Look, Dr. Director, I'm not sure what else to tell you. I've been beeping the Kimmunicator on 2 minute intervals since you woke me up, and they haven't picked up. I don't know what else you want me to do."

"Are you certain they aren't in any trouble?"

"Fairly." The boy genius nodded. "They are in the house and their vitals are all normal. I'm sure they are just asleep. You have to admit that tonight was very trying for them, and since your first message basically orderedthem to rest, it's hardly unexpected that they would do exactly that."Please leave it at that. He thought. But Betty was not ready to give up quite yet.

"Kimberly has had late cases before, but your mission records show she has yet to have ignored a beep." She pointed out. "Where is the Kimmunicator exactly?"

"First floor, hallway. Looks like it's sitting on a side table." Oh, why did I give them those records?

"Doesn't that strike you as odd, Mr. Load? Doesn't Kimberly make a point of keeping it in her room?"

'We can help so many more people if Global Justice knows what we're capable of.' Wade silently repeated his own speech to Kim in a skewered version of his own voice. "Well, yes but..." Wade began to bite out another explanation, but he was cut off.

"Then you are suggesting that Miss Possible has decided to change her well established pattern just for tonight for no apparent reason?"

Why, oh why? Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. "She could have just gone to sleep in the living room. It's fairly close to where the Kimmunicator is right now." Really grasping at straws now, Wade.

"Wait, you mean you don't know where they are? I was under the impression you had them chipped." The director asked, genuinely surprised.

Maybe there's hope yet.

"I do. But after Zorpox tracked the Kimmunicator's signal, we realised that if I knew exactly where they were, so could one of our enemies. So we decided to only have the tracking signal accurate up to a 10 meter radius, just in case my security was ever breached. That way, even if someone hacked past my firewalls, they wouldn't be able to tell where Kim or Ron were in their lair with any accuracy. Unless, of course, their bio-signs go into the red, in which case their location was probably compromised anyway. It's a hard-wired program, I can't change it without recompiling my entire system."

"And what about your other on-site monitoring equipment?" Wade attempted to feign confusion, knowing that he was quickly being backed into a corner. Betty saw right through it. "Do not pretend you don't have both the Stoppable and Possible residence wired to the nine's, Wade."

"Dr. Director, that would be an invasion of their privacy! Why, the ethical implications of that..." That's it... Wade thought, as a predatory smile appeared on the brunette's face.

"Please give me more credit than that, Wade. This coming from someone who has forced access to everything from the dating patterns of Middleton High School to the Whitehouse's emergency command center? Those particular moral concerns have never entered into your calculations before, nor are they very likely to have conveniently decided to make a showing tonight." Wade slumped back, and Betty's smile disappeared as she began glaring at the young man. "Now, Mr. Load, I had my suspicions, but decided to trust you. I can see that that trust was misplaced. You have one more opportunity to tell me what is going on over there, or I will send an extraction team to find out for me. It's your choice."

"Aright, alright. Jeez..." Wade exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Dr. Director, let me level with you. I wasn't being entirely truthful when I said their vitals were completely normal. They're elevated. Elevated as in I can't turn on the cameras. Can't as in for my age it's illegal for me to engage in viewership of the sort of... interactions... that these readouts seem to indicate. You know, heightened respiration and blood pressure, increased body temperature... Any of this sound familiar?" He shuddered, partially at his failure to deflect this embarrassing discovery, partially at the memory of the first and only time he had unwisely started snooping for Kim when she and Ron were ignoring him. Or, rather, were simply paying one another too much attention. Once was one time too many.

Dr. Director had not been expecting that kind of answer, and she was struck uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

"So... they have been... this entire time?"

"Possibly longer. I'm sorry, Dr. Director, but I just wanted to avoid..."

"I understand completely Mr. Load." Betty hastily affirmed. This had just become one of the most awkward conversations she had ever been involved in, and she preferred to avoid extending it any more than it had to be. "Continue buzzing them... contact us when you receive a response. Hopefully it won't be too much longer..."

"Thank you." Wade replied, somewhat relieved, but at the same time realising a new worry. "If we could keep this between us? I'm not sure Kim would be particularly happy with me if she found out I broadcasted her and Ron's vitals while they were... getting intimate."

"Don't worry, Mr Load. I have no desire whatsoever to discuss what happens behind closed doors with Miss Possible, especially when I was the one enforcing the peeping. This conversation never happened." Betty answered, nodding before she closed the feed. Sighing, Wade looked back to his alternate monitor hoping to see that the couple were tapering off. Instead, he was just in time to see Kim's vitals spike again, followed quickly by Ron's. He threw himself back in his chair, covering his eyes with his forearm in despair.

"Oh, for crying out loud!"

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Kim consciously ran the shower till it was cold. Even with the remnants of sap and disgusting solvent in her hair, it would not have required all of the warm water to sufficiently wash it. But given that it was by Ron's request that she had become so rattled, it seemed appropriate that she disregard it completely.

"Save me some warm water Kim." She retorted out loud, lathering her hair for the 4th time. "How much more obvious can I be? He's more interested in food!" She knew that that wasn't exactly fair. With Ron, it was already a well established fact that his interest in Kim was rivalled by nothing. But sometimes the more simplistic did get away with him. Tonight was not a particularly noteworthy example of his cluelessness, but sometimes a girl just needed to vent.

Because of her own vocalized monologue and the background noise cause by the spray of water, she did not hear the frantic knocking and scratching at the bathroom door. A few minutes and another rinse and repeat cycle later, after the water became suitably frigid Kim shut off the overhead flow, stepped out of the shower and began to towel off. She continued to complain to herself as she put on her usual sleeping attire, and did not actually take notice of Rufus' pleas for attention until she opened the door and nearly stepped on him. A loud, angry squeak halted her mid-step, and even before she could look down to see what it was she had agitated, Rufus had scrambled up her leg and torso to her shoulder, leaving a trail of painful scratches along his track. Immediately, Kim knew something was very wrong, though she had no idea what it could be. Usually Rufus was quite gentle about navigating his larger friends' sensitive skin, his steps pleasantly tickling at the worst. Only when he was extremely stressed or frightened did Rufus dig his claws in. In fact, the only time Kim remembered him scratching her this badly was in the cafeteria when Ron was beginning to be influenced by Zorpox. The animal, now on her left shoulder, grabbed hold of Kim's ear, and began tittering at breakneck speed into it.

Kim was not Ron when it came to translating Rufus. On some occasions she could make out his general meaning, but even on the best of days it still sounded strung together and rushed for her hearing. At the pace Rufus was speaking now, it was nothing but completely senseless gibberish. She plucked him from his perch, and held him out in front of her at arm's length.

"What is it Rufus?" she asked, ignoring the small gouges that tearing him free from her ear had left behind. From where he stood now, Kim could look into his eyes, which tended to help her understand. What she saw did nothing to settle the initial worry his claw-work had inspired. Rufus was almost white with fear, but glared back at with anger.

"Hnk. Ron alone! Shego! In kitchen!" He blurted, before jumping from her palm and taking off down the stairs on his own. Kim stood for a moment, staring at her hand with a look of horror blooming on her face. Then, she streaked to the staircase, vaulted down in three steps, and raced into the kitchen.

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The smile that had grown on Shego's face just before Ron had gone off to the washroom did not fade as she heard the fleet footsteps in the hall approach the kitchen. The worry Ron had shown, and continued to show for her judging from how quickly he was moving, was heart warming, and funny to the villainess. Part of her was surprised at how well he was adapting to this very pronounced change in their 'relationship,' but another was not in the slightest. It actually felt natural. Now that she thought about it, she had always known this is how things would go for anyone requesting help of Ron. He would trip all over himself to make them comfortable, particularly if they were if the feminine variety. It was almost... cute.

Did you just think that? Desire asked incredulously. Did you just think Stoppable was cute?! What's the matter with you?! This isn't cute, it's pitiful. Do you realise how easily you could take him out right now? He wouldn't even see it coming!

She continued, but Shego paid no attention. It didn't matter. He needn't even be doing what he was right now. The glow powers granted her fantastic healing

capabilities, and soon enough the cuts on her fingers would heal without so much as a hint of a scar. But that wasn't the point. Someone was doing something for her completely out of kindness, and that was a rarity for her. Charity had never really appealed to her, she had always been able to get anything she wanted. But you can't steal solace. That had to be given, and given willingly.

The smile did fade, however, when a redhead flew through the kitchen archway rather than a blonde. A redhead who looked a few pills past the daily recommended dosage. Kim's wide-eyed glare found Shego almost immediately, and without a word she advanced on the dark-haired intruder. Shego had to scramble to be on her feet by the time Kim reached her, and when the younger girl did, she found her back pressed into the table, staring into Kim's white-hot eyes with less than an inch separating their noses.

"Where's Ron?" Kimberly demanded, speaking in a tone that Shego had never imagined could come from the heroine. It carried so much animosity and rage that Shego had to catch herself gasping at it. More than even being in her house should have brought forth. It actually frightened her.

"Whoa Princess." Shego hastily replied, trying to diffuse the ticking teenaged time-bomb that literally had her pressed into a corner. "I think you have the wrong idea here..." She began, but Kim cut her off by grabbing hold of one of her wrists and flipping her head over heels into the kitchen floor.

"Don't try and play me Shego." She growled over the villainess, who began pushing herself along the floor towards the door. "What have you done with Ron?"

"I haven't done anything to him Possible. I didn't come here to cause trouble."

"Ha. And Monkey Fist is only in it to protect wildlife. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

How much time you got, Kimmie? This could take a while. Shego thought, but wisely kept it to herself. Kim was bad enough for her health on the best of days, and somehow Shego thought that this simmering ball of anger would not be any more forgiving.

"Look, Possible, maybe if you take five, Ron will come back and explain everything. Or better yet, go two doors down the hallway and find him yourself. I promise he's fine."

"Yea, leaving you to slink away till next time. I don't think so, Shego." Kim facetiously completed the villainess' line of thought. Shego shook her head, half in frustration, half in an attempt to convince Kimberly she was wrong. Kim crossed her arms, and grinned slightly. "Alright, Shego, I'll bite. If not for some below the belt revenge for Drakken, why you are here?"

The mention of Drakken snuffed out Shego's own growing anger at Kim's stubborn behaviour. She dropped herself out of the modified crab walk she was using to try and put some distance between herself and Possible, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Drakken's dead, Princess." She said flatly. It was disturbing how easy it was becoming to say that already. Damn Stoppable and his forgiveness.

This statement stopped the redhead's menacing pursuit of the grounded Shego, and she glanced back at the table where the green woman had been sitting. Leaving Shego on the ground, she walked over to it, and picked up the black lab gauntlet which had been left there. She examined it for a moment, before turning back to Shego.

"Well, it's about time."

"What?!" Shego hissed, feeling her anger spiking suddenly.

"I said, it's about time! Finally, someone other than an innocent bystander gets hurt because of him." Kim replied a-matter-of-factly, recalling the soldier from just hours earlier. She tossed the gauntlet absent-mindedly back on the table before strolling back to Shego. "What happened? His latest death-ray blow up in his face?" She asked, with a touch of humour in her voice. "That was record time."

Shego was glowering by now, forcing her reply out from behind clenched teeth. Just like the VNN news caster, Kim was repeating elements of her earlier, and deeply regretted yell-down of Dr. Drakken. It was remarkable just how quickly that guilt could be transformed into anger.

"Afraid not, Kimmie. It was me."

Kim actually seemed taken aback by this, but she didn't take long to recompose.

"Well. I suppose I should be thanking you then, Shego. You've done the world a huge favour."

Kim's last statement broke Shego's wavering self-control into a billion small pieces. Her body forgot how tired and bruised it was, and almost faster than her mind could process the movement, Shego back-sprung to her feet and ignited her palms.

"Alright, Princess, now you are going to regret being born."

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Wade had almost turned off his computer for the first time he could remember by the time his warning sirens went off. It looked as if the elevated life-signs were going to continue long into the next morning, and despite the fact he could not actually see anything that was going on, his imagination filled in the blank monitors no matter how much he tried to block it out. But then, a specialized energy sensor he had placed in the Possible residence detected a specific band of EM radiation that emanated from only one known source. And at the instant Shego powered up the green glow power inside Kim's house, it set that sensor into a frenzy. It automatically activated the house's entire visual security net, and when Wade got a look at what was going on in the Possible kitchen, his fingers nearly tore themselves out of their knuckles against the keyboard as he called Global Justice. Betty once again appeared on the screen with a tall man in a lab coat, who looked suspiciously similar to the file photos he had of Mr. Barkin. She smiled slightly.

"Ah, I take it Miss Possible has finally respon..." She started to say, but Wade interrupted quickly.

"Shego is in there with them, Dr. Director. Is that extraction team still ready?"

The director's genial smile immediately disappeared. She turned to an aide off screen and barked a string of orders the microphone did not pick up.

"They will be there in 90 seconds, Mr. Load. Can you link us into your data-feed over here?"

"I'm on it." Wade replied, furiously inputting the required lines of code.

Hang on guys, the cavalry's on the way.

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Ron made it to the door just as Kim uttered the words that had taken Shego from zero to 60. And what Kim had said shocked and appalled him. It just wasn't her talking, it couldn't be. Exactly as he had worried, the evenings events were still effecting his best friend in the worst possible way, making her say things that on any other day would have disgusted her just as much as it did him.

When the two women engaged, it did not take long for Ron to realise that if someone didn't stop them, Drakken wouldn't be the only one to pass on tonight. The punches were faster, the kicks sharper, and the eyes deadlier than Ron had ever seen, including the time the Moodulator's had placed both into an uncontrollable fit of pure rage. The strikes being landed snapped their targets away so suddenly that the rest of the body didn't have a chance to follow along, the resulting stances resisting the usual airborne follow-throughs. Ron doubted that they even had time to feel the pain each blow inflicted before they retaliated. This meant one thing. Either one could kill the other before they even realised what had happened. And he was the only one who could stop it.

It was insane, Ron fully admitted it. But just letting them continue was just as insane. He certainly couldn't risk Kim dying, and at the same time even if she didn't it would be even worse. If being indirectly related for someone's near death had done this to her, Ron could not imagine what murder would do. And then there was Shego. She had come seeking help, and now was engaged in a fight for her life. Ron could no more let her kill or be killed than he could Kim. That left one option.

Before it was too late, Ron sprinted across the room and threw himself in between the two duelling martial artists. He had prepared to have every one of his ribs shattered the moment he made his move, but as soon as he entered the zone of death being created between Shego and Kim, he realised he had become engulfed in the ethereal blue glow of the mystical monkey power.

Nice of you to show up. Ron thought as the howling of monkeys began to fill his head. For once, it was welcome. The power guided his limbs as he had been taught at Yaminouchi, and instantly he was blocking both Kim and Shego's blows away from his body, and more importantly, one another's.

Somehow, either by the pure speed Ron's body was ducking and spinning in its frantic role as a double-sided shield, or simply by the fact that both Kim and Shego were too occupied trying to overcome one another, the two girls did not notice that they were no longer striking one another and continued pressing the attack.

Even tapping into the mystical monkey power, Ron was limited by human endurance. And he was by no means a master of the Tai Shing Pek Kwar and its associated mythical power. The furious pace he moved at quickly drained his reserves of strength, and soon he began to slow. He was still no more than a glowing blur to both of the combatant females, but the loss in pace was enough to make the flaws in his technique show. And he paid for it. The strikes each woman had intended for the other began to rain down on the blonde, doubling the drain on his energy and focus.

After only a few seconds of the assault on his body, a fist made contact with his chin. It struck like a bullet, knocking Ron unconscious almost instantly. As his vision closed, the fear that he could no longer protect Kim and Shego from one another reached directly into the heart of the supernatural forces residing within him, and in a blinding flash the blue field that surrounded the blonde expanded into a crackling sphere of raw energy, picking both of the women off of the ground and throwing them to opposite sides of the room. It shattered the kitchen's windows and knocked the doors off the cupboards, spilling the plates and glasses contained within onto the floor. Rufus, who was left standing at the door just seconds ago, was pitched into the living room despite his own activated mystical monkey powers, being forced between the cushions of the couch. Then the field winked out, leaving a smoking Ron Stoppable lying passed out on the floor.

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Between the Global Justice control room and Wade's basement, the nail-biting was already dangerously close to involving fingertips before the mystical monkey power blew out all of the electronic devices in the house. Betty grabbed ahold of the desk in front of her as the screen flashed and went snowy.

"What just happened, Mr. Load?" She asked intensely, looking towards the camera that fed to his screen. Over the still active link between his computer and GJ, Wade was already feverishly running diagnostics.

"I... I don't know, Dr. Director! It's like everything in the house just went dead. I'm not even detecting their tracking chips anymore." Mason, the man in the lab coat Wade had noticed, was standing over one of the computer techs monitoring the location via satellite. He had come up to the command floor with the request forms he had promised to have completed the next morning, and got caught up in the action, his military training re-asserting itself. Everyone in the room was wired up now, and Wade heard what he was discussing.

"Anything on your screens, Andrews?"

"Everything was residential standard up until we lost the feed. Then I detected a momentary spike in meta-energy across the elctro-magnetic spectrum from long wave radio to the early fringe of infrared. It only lasted a split second, but it was incredibly intense." The scientist looked up at Dr. Director.

"That flash?" he suggested.

Betty turned to another man at the central control desk.

"Juan, rewind the visuals to before the loss of contact."

"And synchronize with the satellite EM reports." Mason added, who had left Andrews side and was examining a long page of graphs that was printing out from the tech's station.

I might have to review Mason's employment record. Dr. Director thought idly as Juan complied with their dual orders. He has the room presence for a command position. He might be of more use up here than down in R&D. Considerations for later, she decided, as the South Korean computer technician signalled that he was ready. Betty nodded, and he began the playback. The image of Possible and Shego fighting filled the bottom of the screen, and a digital graph of the energy readings being produced inside the house played along the top. Sure enough, the flash of light coincided exactly with the bounce in meta-energy the spy satellite had detected.

"Where did that come from?" Betty asked the air.

"Hold on." Mason called from over the graph paper. He tore it from the printer and joined Betty at Juan's station. "Go back to 36 seconds before we lost the feed, and play at one half speed."

The tech re-ran the beginning of the video image, but nothing different appeared.

"Try one quarter speed."

"A hunch, Arnold?" Betty asked.

"A possibility."

Now while the recording ran, a faint blue streak appeared on the screen, starting from off camera and making a direct line to the two combatant females.

"There it is!" Mason exclaimed. "Pause, and go one eighth speed."

On the last playback, a blue figure was clearly defined in the recording running across the kitchen and placing itself between Kim and Shego.

"Mr. Load, do you have a camera pointing at where that came from?" Arnold asked the young boy.

"Yea, just a second." Wade replied.

"How did you know?" Betty asked Mason as Wade went to work, somewhat dumbstruck.

"The meta-energy spiked at the moment of the flash, but it was present exactly 36 seconds before the jump at much lower levels. It was hidden in background elecro-magnetic noise at first, but when I had a closer look an energy pattern identical to that of the surge jumped out at me."

Before they could discuss any more the Global Justice agents heard Wade gasp over the com-link, and they all swung their heads back towards the screen he occupied.

"What is it Mr. Load?"

"It... it doesn't make any sense..." Wade mumbled.

"What did you find, Wade?"

"I... here, it's on the other camera angle." The young hacker said, before typing in a series of commands and sending the kitchen's alternate monitoring data. What it showed was a certain unassuming blonde boy suddenly become wreathed in a blue aurora, and jet out of view in less than the tick of a stopwatch. Dr. Director put a hand to her mouth in shock, but Mason grinned widely.

"Looks like the 'Ron-Factor' research program might have been closed a wee bit prematurely." he laughed. Betty nodded slightly, standing erect again and smoothing her uniform. Again, something to worry about later. The strike team would be in position by now. She gestured for Arnold to follow her as she made her way to the central command consol. She keyed the secondary line.

"Agent Du, report."

"On site. Target position is in sight. No activity visible. The building looks dead, there isn't a single light on, inside or out." Wil Du replied, in his usual curt, semi-arrogant tone. Betty could tell he was annoyed at being assigned to the retrieval duty. He made no secret of the fact he considered himself above things involving the 'amateur' Possible and Stoppable, which was the reason she kept on giving him the liaison duties. Kim and Ron could one day make irreplaceable agents, and Wil needed to get used to working with them.

"Be on alert, Wil. It looks like an energy spike disabled anything electronic in the house. That could include the lights too."

"What sort of energy spike?" He asked suspiciously

"We... aren't exactly sure." Betty answered tactically. Mention the fact that Stoppable had probably caused it and Wil was more likely to drop his guard than raise it.

"Understood." The young agent replied. "Moving in."

Everyone on the command level remained silent as they watched the dots representing Du's team progressed towards the house on the tactical display. At about a meter distant, Wil halted the team.

"Director, we're just outside the building now. There is shattered plate glass everywhere. It looks like the windows were all blown out by some kind of explosion."

"Is there any other signs of blast damage?" Asked the brunette.

"None that I can see from here." Agent Du replied, his voice becoming less haughty.

"Proceed to the door on the far left of the building. It leads into the kitchen."

The dots motion returned, and in a line they travelled along the outside of the layout of the house, rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. Wil's voice returned.

"The door has been ripped out of its frame as well. Entering the structure now."

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Wil leaned against the exterior wall as he edged up on the mangled doorframe. He had to admit, he had thought this was going to be another baby-sitting job, made even more miserable by the rain, until he saw the broken glass strewn across the lawn in all directions from the house. At that moment he flushed out his lingering complaints and looked at the extraction in a more serious light.

He made several practiced hand motions to the small team that trailed him, silently indicating that they were to follow him in and spread out in defensive position. When his second in line nodded in understanding, Wil snapped the pair of night-vision goggles over his eyes, shouldered his stun rifle, and padded into the building.

The kitchen looked like a war zone, broken glass and ceramic littering the floor alongside splintered cupboard doors and overturned chairs. Checking the ceiling, Wil confirmed that the lighting fixture had been broken just as the windows had, leaving the room in darkness. He caught sight of a pair of legs dressed in green and black spandex hanging over the upturned kitchen table, and motioned to one of the other squad members to take a closer look. He, in turn, panned his gaze to the other side of the kitchen and saw the lithe form of Kimberly Anne Possible slumped up against the fridge, which was dented in as if she had been thrown against it in a rather violent fashion. He began to move over towards her to check for a pulse, but stopped as his foot bumped into a large mass on the floor. Flicking his gun down quickly, Wil found himself standing over the unconscious Ron Stoppable. In looking to the ground, however, Wil noticed something else. Peculiarly, none of the debris seemed to approach Stoppable. He was surrounded by a perfect circle where the floor was free of any wreckage. Having a look around the room, Wil realised that Stoppable was lying directly in-between the two women, who had been flung through the air in opposite directions until they had been stopped by a heavy, immobile object. The evidence was strange but nearly irrefutable. Ron had been the epicenter of the explosion.

This left Wil with two questions. One, how had Stoppable done this? That was a simple enough query. Anything that blasted most of a room apart had to be at least slightly interesting. Two, why had he done this, at least in the sense of how he had directed this as yet unexplained force? It looked as if Possible, who, unless Wil was terribly mistaken, was his best friend and partner for nearly two decades, had been hit just as hard as who he had to assume was Shego by whatever Stoppable had done. Lying between the two women could entail several things, but Wil got the distinct impression Stoppable was protecting them from one another rather than merely defending his girlfriend from her usual rival.

Again gesturing to another agent to check on Kim, Wil dropped to his knee beside the blonde and placed a pair of fingers against his neck. The pulse was there, but it was erratic. The dark haired agent glanced at the man who was kneeling by Kimberly, who gave him a thumbs up indicating that she was alright. Likewise, the agent who had checked on Shego confirmed that she was also still alive. Signalling the last three men in his squad, Wil sent them to search the rest of the Possible residence. After a few short minutes, they returned, one carrying a KO'd Rufus, shaking their heads to convey that the house was otherwise empty.

Standing up again, Du removed his night vision goggles and pulled the mouthpiece of the microphone back towards his mouth.

"Building is secure. Three casualties located. Possible and Shego are stable, but Stoppable's vitals are weak. All three seem to have been knocked unconscious by whatever it was that damaged the house."

"I want all three brought back to headquarters ASAP." Betty replied.

"Very well, Director." Wil said, returning to hand gestures to his squad, dividing them into pairs to move the limp bodies of the hero's and villainess out of the house. To the set carrying Shego, he tapped his wrist to indicate they should cuff her before continuing. Hoisting Ron along with the agent who had retrieved the naked mole rat, Wil anchored the precession exiting the house. Once they reached the turbo-tube, where one man could effectively stabilised the body they carried, Wil spit the squad, leaving half of them behind to wait for the elder Possibles to return. He packed into the already tight confines of the tube's pod with Stoppable, and as the machine was set in motion, at an intentionally lower speed, he quietly asked the almost lifeless blonde.

"What exactly have you gotten yourself into this time, Stoppable?"

So Ron shows off a little bit of MMP. It's not going to be a major factor in the story, more of a peek at how much Ron innately could care about Shego's well being. And how Kim could or could not suffer due to this plutonic concern. Evil, no?

So, random question that has nothing to do to the story at hand, but what sort of domestic car do you think Shego would drive? As in, Corvette, GT 42, or Viper? Or others. This is for a unrelated oneshot, something of an unimportant dilemma but I'd like your input.

And, to the unidentifed reviewer, if you can, send me a PM with your guess. I'll mention if you are right or wrong on the next posting. I'm interested if my readership is getting wise. lol