That Old Black Magic
By Kim's #1 Fan & Data Seeker
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Chapter 3: The Break Up.
Ron Stoppable entered the Cafeteria, feeling forlorn. Behind him, Kim Possible ran as fast as she could to catch up to him. "Ron!" she cried out when she caught up with him.
Ron turned to face her, a frown on his usual happy face. "What is it now?" he asked sarcastically. "The lunch didn't meet your approval?"
"Ron," Kim started to say, looking serious. "We need to talk about us."
Ron swallowed. The last thing he wanted to talk about now was their relationship. "What do you mean?" he asked his nerves tense.
"There's something going on between us," Kim told him gravely. "Something that I don't understand."
Ron looked sadly away from Kim. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I've noticed that too."
"Ron," Kim continued desperately, moving in front of him, and taking hold of his hands. "Tell me the truth, how do you feel about me?"
Ron glared at her, annoyed that she would suspect him of anything. "The truth?" he asked darkly, scowling suspiciously. "
Yes Ron," Kim replied coolly. "Good people still tell each other the truth."
Suddenly Ron's temper flared. "There!" He declared fiercely, pulling his hands out of Kim's. "That's how you've been treating me all day today Kim! You suspect me without any good reason after all I've tried to do for you!" His brown eyes narrowed angrily. "It's no wonder I'm more attracted to Tara then you..." Ron's face went pale, and he immediately covered his mouth, hoping that Kim hadn't heard his slip up. But he could tell by the angry gleam in her green eyes that she had.
"Oh so that's it," Kim said lividly, her arms crossed. "Your more attracted to that dumb blond then me, is that it?" she asked angrily.
Ron scowled, too angry be diplomatic. "Well, at least Tara doesn't talk down to me." He replied icily, crossing his arms as well.
"That's it Mr. Stoppable!" Kim snarled, no longer able to contain her anger. "We are through!" she shouted, jabbing a finger at him.
"Fine!" Ron shouted angrily. "
Fine!" Kim replied just as angrily.
They both turned and started to walk away, but stopped in shock; everyone in the Cafeteria was staring at them; apparently they had all heard Ron and Kim yelling, but then all turned their attention back to their lunches. Scowling, they both stomped away. Although most everyone was trying to ignore the two angry teens, Bonnie Rockwaller was watching the whole scene with cruel glee. 'Oh, this is so good.' she told herself, an evil grin on her attractive face.
…
It was game time. Kim was dressed in her cheer uniform, she ran on the field, carrying her Pom Poms followed by the rest of the cheer squad. Kim's green eyes scanned the players, as the Mad Dog team hit the field, along with her ex boyfriend, running back, Ron Stoppable. Anger mingled with pain rippled through her spirit. But the anger was dominant. 'I will not forgive him.' she whispered to herself.
Bonnie Rockwaller threw a glance at the Mad Dog team on the field, and then gazed over at Kim. "Hey Kim," she commented, "Look at that, Stoppable's on the field."
Kim scowled, clutching her Pom Poms closer to her chest. "I couldn't care less." she replied coldly.
Bonnie smiled. "I knew you weren't meant for that loser." she commented maliciously.
Kim scowled, reluctantly agreeing with Bonnie's sentiment. Before she could do anything, it was time. "Go Mad Dogs!" Kim cried and the rest of the cheer squad, waving their Pom Poms.
Ron looked at the cheer squad, scowling at Kim, but then he forgot about her, and stared intensely at the blond haired Tara waving her Pom Poms, her body slender and full of youth.
"Hey Stoppable!" yelled Coach Barkin yelled loudly, interrupting Ron's thoughts. "It's game time! Get your head in the game!"
"Oh yeah, right." Ron stuttered, his mind now fully focused on the game. "Booyah." he commented with a confident smile, ready to run with the ball toward the goal line as soon as it was passed to him.
…
School was over and the students poured through the front doors. Kim walked casually, and noticed Ron a few feet away trying to ignore her. Kim turned away, trying to do the same thing. Ron scowled, but soon noticed Tara, and his bad mood lifted.
"Oh, hey there Tara." he called out, waving at her. Hearing Tara's name, Kim turned and glared at Ron and the blond girl who smiled at her former boyfriend.
"Hi Ron," Tara answered back, "I've got to run home and take care of some things," she said looking thoughtful, "maybe I'll see you later."
"That would be nice." Ron replied, looking at Tara's slim figure, light blond hair and oval face.
Kim's scowl deepened, resisting the urge to scream. "Well, I'll see you later." Tara said, turning to leave. "Bye." she said as she waved and took off.
"Bye." Ron replied, waving his hand excitedly.
"Hmpf." grunted Kim as she walked off, trying to ignore Ron. "He's got some nerve." she growled, her anger boiling.
Just then, her Kimmunicator beeped. Kim grabbed her Kimmunicator from her pouch. "What's the sitch Wade?" she asked irritably.
"Drakken and Shego are up to something in Utah," replied Wade, his eyes narrowed on Kim. "Are you all right Kim?" he asked frowning.
"I'm fine." Kim replied, cutting him off stiffly. "Get me a ride."
Wade frowned at her. "Aren't we going to contact Ron?" he asked curiously. Kim threw a glance at Ron who was walking off toward his home.
"No," Kim told Wade coldly. "From here on out, I'm going solo!" she shouted loudly, hoping that Ron would over hear her statement.
Ron turned and glared at Kim, but then he turned and stomped off, pretending he didn't hear her. Kim glared after Ron and then turned her attention back to Wade on the Kimmunicator.
"O...K..." Wade replied slowly, typing on his computer. "Your ride will be there in a few minutes."
"Thanks Wade." Kim replied, putting the Kimmunicator back in her pouch. She crossed her arms across her chest, and waited. Her anger and righteousness vanished, replaced with a burning ache. She closed her eyes tightly. "Why did you do it Ron?" she asked sadly. The wind blew her hair slightly. "When did I stop being good enough for you?" She sighed as she held her tears back.
…
Ron walked through the door of his home, very depressed. "Oh, why did things have to get so complicated?" he asked himself, rubbing his for head in frustration.
Ron's mother walked in. "Ronnie, are you all right?" she asked looking concerned. "I heard you come in, is something wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it mom." he told her stiffly, trying not to cry. "I'm going to my room."
"Ron," Mrs. Stoppable started, taking a step toward her son, "if you need to talk, your father and I are here for you."
"Thanks." Ron replied half halfheartedly, turning to leave. Mrs Stoppable shook her head, wondering what was troubling her son.
Ron threw himself on his bed, covering his face with his hands. "Urrgh," a squeaky voice grunted from inside Ron's pocket.
"Huh?" exclaimed Ron, looking toward his pants pocket. "Oh, I'm so sorry Rufus." He apologized reaching into his pocket and taking the naked mole rat out. He held him in his left hand.
Rufus glared up at Ron with beady black eyes. "Sorry bud," Ron apologized again (though absentmindedly), putting Rufus on his night stand, and lying back on his bed. "I forgot about you."
Rufus grunted in annoyance, jumped off the nightstand, and went off somewhere. Ron laid on his bed; sobbing at first, his heart broken. But when he couldn't cry anymore, anger replaced his sorrow. "Kim is such a..." he started to say bitterly, though he didn't finish the sentence. Ron sat up, flexing his fingers thinking of all the times Kim didn't support him, believed in him, or even allow something bad to happen to him. "I hope she regrets going on that mission without me," He said bitterly, imagining the different things that could go wrong on a mission, enjoying the scenarios playing in his mind.
Suddenly his bedroom door opened, and his mother walked in. "Ronnie," she started to say, "I know your not feeling well, for whatever it is..." she hesitated, "but, someone wants to see you."
"Who is it?" Ron snapped, imagining Kim at the front door. "Is it Kim?"
"No," his mother replied, unsettled by her son's harsh tone. "It's Tara."
Ron looked surprised, his anger vanishing. "Tara is here?" he echoed, not believing what he was hearing.
"Yes," his mother answered looking perplexed. "I told her that you might not be able to see her but she insisted that you might want to see her."
"Send her up," Ron shouted loudly, and then he calmed down. "Uh, I mean please send her up."
"O.K." Mrs. Stoppable replied, puzzled by her sons mood swing. "I'll send her up then."
"Booyah." Ron exclaimed, shaking his fist enthusiastically. "The Ron man is lucky." As his mother left, Ron rubbed his hands together, feeling joy washing his bad mood away.
Moments later, Tara walked in, and Ron's mouth fell open. Tara was so pretty, but instead of jeans and a top, she wore a sexy black dress. The skirt reached her knees, and the top part was held by two straps, leaving her arms bare.
"Come in Tara," Ron told the young blond girl, wanting to hold her in his arms. "You showed up faster then I thought you would."
Tara blushed. "I just needed to take care of something." she told him shyly. "What do you want to do?" she asked sweetly.
Ron froze his mind blank. Normally he would go with Kim to Bueno Nacho, but Tara wasn't Kim. "What would you like to do?" he asked foolishly.
Tara smiled. "Your so sweet Ron," she told him, walking forward and grasping his hands. Ron felt ripples of excitement fill him. Her hands were so small, soft and appealing. "How about we go get a Pizza together, my treat?" she suggested.
Ron cleared his throat, and let go of Tara's hands. "Whatever you say gorgeous." He said dreamily.
Tara blushed again, turned and walked away, her body slim and appealing. Ron got up and followed.
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It was evening, and a plane flew over the Possible home. Inside it, Kim Possible sat in a passenger seat moping. Her mission had been a success, but she was fairly banged up, and bruised. She sighed, leaning back. She couldn't help but think bitterly that if Ron had been there to help, (like he should have been,) she would have been more successful.'
The pilot, (a middle aged man with graying hair,) looked back at her. "Here's your home Miss Possible," He told her then frowned. "You aren't hurt too badly are you?"
"I'm fine." Kim stated stiffly, getting to her feet. "Thanks for the lift Mr. Roberts."
"It was the least I could do after you helped me pilot my plane in that storm." he replied.
"No big," she commented sullenly, and then she went to the door of the plane and opened it. Wind blew her hair back, as she looked down. "Well, here it goes." She jumped from the plane and pulled her parachute handle. With a loud whoosh, her parachute opened and she descended gracefully. Before long, she landed in the driveway. She grunted the jolt made the aches in her body increase. She quickly took the parachute off, and tucked it in her pack. Then she stormed into her house. She looked around, the house seemed empty. She sighed. "Well, it's Eight o'clock at night," she commented dryly. "I couldn't expect them to wait for me." She went over to the fridge, opened it and grabbed a cold slice of pizza.
Suddenly, she became aware of a familiar tingling feeling, indicating something, (or someone,) behind her. She turned and saw her mother. "Hey mom," she stated going to the cabinet and taking out a plate. "I'm just making myself a snack."
Ann Possible examined her daughter, and her eyes widened when she noticed how banged up she was. "Kim, what happened?" she asked in a low serious voice.
Kim sighed. "I don't want to talk about it mom." she said, turning away from her mother, putting the pizza slice on a plate, and placing the plate in the microwave. "
Alright then," Her mother replied with a shrug, "I can teach you a spell to heal up your cuts and bruises, if you're interested."
Kim turned her head in surprise. "You can?" she asked softly.
"Yes," her mother replied smiling. "Now put your pizza in the microwave and let's go somewhere private."
Kim eyed her mother. "Are Dad and the Tweebs home?" she asked curiously.
"No," Her mother answered softly, "But it wouldn't do if they walked in and saw me healing you."
"Point taken." Kim commented thoughtfully.
Kim placed her pizza in the microwave, and set it for forty seconds. Then she followed her mother into a storage room. It was cramped, but manageable. Anne sat down on a box. "Now come over here, and sit down Kimmie." she stated, motioning for Kim to sit down beside her.
Kim sat down beside her mother on another box. Her mother took her bruised arm in her hands; they glowed with a soft purple light as she mumbled softly. The aches in Kim's body soon vanished. She looked at her arm, and slowly her bruises disappeared.
"Thanks mom." Kim said softly, rubbing her arm.
Anne eyed her daughter, wondering how to put her next question tactfully. "Was Ron hurt on the mission?" she asked curiously.
"I went solo." Kim replied with a casual shrug, keeping the surge of bitter pain from showing on her face.
"What?" her mother exclaimed in shock. "But why dear?" she asked and then looked thoughtful. "Was Ron unable to come?"
Kim turned away. "I don't want to talk about It." she stated, pain filling her voice.
Anne touched her daughters shoulder, looking concerned. "Kimmie please," she continued softly. "What happened?"
Kim scowled and glared at her mother. "We broke up today." she answered, the pain in her voice was replaced with anger.
Anne hesitated, not believing what she was hearing. "But why?" she asked in disbelief. "You and Ron have been friends since preschool."
"Ron is a jerk," Kim answered, her voice thick with bitterness. "And I don't want to talk about it!" She got to her feet, trying to recompose herself. "I think my pizza is done."
Anne sighed in resignation. "Very well dear." she replied softly. Kim walked out of the storage room, her body and face composed.
The Next day
Ron walked Tara home, holding her hands. Stopping in front of her house, he turned and gazed into her eyes, still holding her hand. "Thanks for the wonderful time Tara," he said, enjoying the touch of her hand. "You really made my day," then he paused blushing. "uh..., I mean night." he corrected clearing his throat.
Tara smiled. "You made my night too." she told him softly, slowly pulling her hand free.
Ron cleared his throat, longing to reach for Tara's soft tiny hand, but resisting the urge, knowing the absurdity of such an act. "See you after school?" he asked quietly, rubbing his hands anxiously together.
"I love you too." Tara replied turning to leave.
Ron watched her walk off unable to take his eyes off Tara's slim figure, long legs and blond hair. He turned and walked toward his house. He grasped the door knob, stopped and sighed. "Tara is wonderful...like..." he hesitated as a memory surfaced. "Kim used to be." he stated and grew sad. "It's too bad things with Kim went so wrong." He opened the door and walked inside.
Next Morning...
It was Saturday morning, and Ron was eating breakfast with his family. His mother and father stared at him in bewilderment.
"Ron, are you alright?" asked his father, fiddling with his glasses with his left hand. "You seem to like your mother's pancake... a little too much."
"Oh I have to leave and meet someone today." Ron replied before he finished another mouthful of pancakes and then finished off his cup of milk in one gulp. Ron then belched loudly. "Excuse me." he said softly. "Well, I gotta go, bye." He took his plate and cup to the sink, then turned and ran out of the kitchen.
"Well, he has determination." Mrs. Stoppable sighed, her eyes focused on her plate.
…
Kim lay on her bed listening to her headphones. Her eyes were closed, and a slight smile was on her face, as she listened to the music that was playing. Suddenly, her cell phone on her nightstand rang. Kim looked up in surprise and slight annoyance. Then she reached for the phone with her left hand, while removing the headphones with the other hand. "Hello?" she asked, leaning back on her pillow.
"Hey Kim," a familiar voice came through the phone.
"Monique?" Kim exclaimed in surprise. "What is it?" She asked in wonder.
"Well..." Monique hesitated before answering. "Kim, do you believe in curses and spells?"
Kim frowned. "Why do you ask?" she asked, wondering what Monique was getting at.
Monique cleared her throat before speaking. "Well, I was chatting with Tara at Club Banana, and she told me, that she heard from Marsha, that Bonnie told her that she performed a voodoo ritual and cursed you with bad luck." She explained
"What?" Kim exclaimed in surprise. "Monique, are you serious?"
"Look, I know this sounds crazy," Monique replied, sounding uneasy but serious. "But the rumor is that Bonnie has cursed you with bad luck, and normally I would dismiss it as crazy, but recently she started bragging after you..."
"After what?" Kim asked, wondering what Monique couldn't say.
"After you and Ron broke up." Monique finished feeling awkward for bringing up such a personal issue. Kim was silent, feeling her heart break all over again. "Kim," Monique continued slowly. "It was a shock to me that you and Ron would break up. You've been tight since before the day we met. And then without warning, you and Ron get into an argument and break up. And then Bonnie is bragging that she broke you up with voodoo. Well..." she trailed off.
Kim froze, lowering her cell phone to the bed. Then her shock was followed by a rage that seemed to fill every fiber of her being. "Bonnie!" she growled. Bonnie had to be a witch too. Monique was right; it didn't add up that she and Ron should break up like that. Bonnie must had used some kind of voodoo spell.
"Kim?" Monique's voice echoed from the phone on the bed. "Kim, are you there?" she asked again.
Kim snapped out of her daze, and picked up the phone again. "Sorry Monique," She apologized quickly. "I have to go." Getting to her feet, her skin glowed with a pink glint. She soon noticed her hands glowing, and with a grunt focused. The glow soon vanished. With an angry scowl on her pretty face, she stomped toward the door and opened it.
She stormed down the stairs, not even noticing Tim and Jim at the bottom of the stairs. Tim and Jim however, noticed Kim's angry face, and took a step back and out of her way as she stormed by them.
"Kim!" A voice shouted from atop the stairs. Kim turned and saw her mother walking down the stairs. "Kim, hold it." she told her daughter in a quiet but stern voice. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see Bonnie Rockwaller and give her a piece of my mind." Kim told her stiffly. "She has gone too far this time."
"Kim, wait." Her mother said sternly. "First, you'll follow me somewhere private and we'll talk."
"Alright." Kim replied reluctantly, walking up to her mother. "Lead the way."
Kim followed her mother back up stairs. Tim and Jim looked at each other. "Boy, Kim sure looked mad." commented Jim anxiously.
"Yeah agreed Tim, throwing a glance at the stairs. "I wonder what mom wants to talk to her about."
Jim shrugged. "I don't know bro, but I'd hate to be Bonnie right now." he replied.
A Minute Later
"Are you serious?" Ann asked in disbelief.
"Positive," Kim replied earnestly. "It makes perfect sense. My relationship with Ron goes sideways, and suddenly, Bonnie is gloating that she cursed me and broke us up. She must be a witch too."
" Now Kimmie, calm down." Ann told her daughter sternly gesturing for Kim to calm down. "Even if Bonnie is a witch what are you planning on doing?"
"I'm..." Kim didn't finish her sentence, knowing inside her heart that her mother wouldn't approve of what she intended.
"Look Kim," Ann said, her blue eyes focused on Kim. "Even if you're right, you have to be careful for several reasons. You can't just use your powers on a whim without thinking this through."
"Then what am I supposed to do, mom?" Kim shouted, losing control of her emotions. "Because of her, I broke up with Ron."
"Kimmie, come over here." Ann said softly, holding out her hands, Kim glared at her. "Take my hands dear." she told her lovingly. "It will make you feel better."
Reluctantly Kim took her mothers hands. Ann's hands glowed with a pale purple light. Suddenly the anger and tangled emotions vanished, leaving her calm and clear headed.
"Wow," Kim exclaimed, surprised by the change in her senses. "How did you do that mom?" she asked looking at her.
Anne smiled. "I used my powers to alter your hormone levels, making you serene." she explained, removing her hands from Kim's.
Kim was silent. She wanted to stay angry; she had every right to be. Yet, she also knew she had to think this through and her mother had just made it easy. "What should I do?" She asked her mother softly.
Ann looked thoughtful as she considered this. "I think you should try to talk to Ron first and mend the damage to your relationship," she answered softly straightening up. "I'll take care of Bonnie."
Kim eyed her in surprise. "What are you going to do?" she asked, wondering what her mother was going to do to Bonnie. She imagined many possibilities, but they were either too mild, or too extreme for her mother's style.
"First, I'm going to see if she really is a witch." Ann explained frankly. "I'll decide what to do after I'm certain."
Kim took a deep breath. "I'd better go find Ron." she replied softly, turning to leave the bedroom.
"Yes dear, you do that." replied Ann, walking to the door, and leaving the bedroom herself.
xxx
Kim drove her Sloth up the street to the Stoppable residence, all the while planning how she was going to apologize to Ron. She arrived. Parking the car, Kim took a deep breath, her hands on the steering wheel.
"OK, here we go," She said to herself as she got out of her car.
Kim walked towards the Stoppable house. Taking another deep breath, she knocked on the door. Breathing anxiously, Kim waited. The front door and Ron's mother stood in the way.
"Hello, Kim," Miss Stoppable began slowly, her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to see Ron, Miss Stoppable," Kim explained anxiously. "It's important."
Miss Stoppable eyed Kim, wondering what had happened with Kim and her son. "He left," She told Kim carefully.
"What?" Kim exclaimed in shock. "Where is he, I need to see him!"
Miss Stopple blinked behind her glasses. "He left with a friend of his," She answered simply. "I don't know where he went exactly."
Kim's body stiffened. "Was this friend named Tara?" She asked carefully.
"Yes," Miss Stoppable answered her skepticism increasing. "Is something going on that I should know about?" She asked firmly.
Kim hesitated. "Let's just say I messed up with Ron and need to set things right with him."
Miss Stoppable stared at Kim silently. Meanwhile unknown to anyone, Rufus ran down the stairs; stopped to take several breaths and looked out at the front door across the room.
"Well good luck Kim," Miss Stoppable told Kim softly.
"Thanks, Miss Stoppable," Kim replied, turning to leave. "Bye."
"Bye," Miss Stoppable replied, about to shut the door.
"Huh!" Rufus exclaimed realizing he was about to loose his chance.
Rufus ran across the floor as Miss Stoppable closed the floor and made it through the doorway in the nick of time. He ran up to the towering Kim, and started shouting in his squeaky voice.
"Huh?" Kim murmured and turned around and then she spotted Rufus, outside jumping up and down trying to get her attention. "Rufus," She exclaimed in surprised. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Ron?"
Rufus waved his front paws anxiously, squeaking and chattering, but unable to communicate with Kim.
"Rufus," Kim began sadly. "I can't understand..." Then she remembered, her mother had taught her a spell to talk with animals. "Wait, Rufus," Kim said quickly. "I'm going to try something."
Kim got to her knees and focused on Rufus; her eyes glowed as she attempted to access her powers.
Rufus stared in disbelief at what he was seeing. Kim opened her eyes and stared intensely at Rufus. "Try again, Rufus."
Rufus snapped out of his daze and then began in his rapid squeaking voice. 'Kim, Ron left with Tara. Something is really wrong with Ron. He isn't acting like himself'
Kim stared at Rufus. She didn't hear actual words but she understood him, like what Rufus was saying was translated inside her mind. "Do you know where they went too?" She asked slowly.
Rufus squeaked again. 'Tara said something…' He stopped in mid sentence, a surprised look on his face. 'Wait. You can understand me? And what did you do? How is this-?'
"I'll explain later," Kim told him urgently. "But right now I need to find Ron. Where did he and Tara go too?"
Rufus began squeaking anxiously again as he explained. 'Tara said something about a cabin in the woods,' Rufus's words flowed through Kim's mind. "I'm not sure where they went too exactly."
"Come, Rufus," Kim said, holding out her hand. "Let's see if I can use my powers to track them down."
Rufus eyed Kim skeptically. 'And you'll tell me how you can do these things on the way?" He asked, frowning.
"Of course, Rufus," Kim replied, a smile tugged at her lips. "Come on Rufus." She repeated, holding her hand out.
Rufus ran and jumped onto her hand and allowed Kim to put him in her pant's pocket.
To Be Continued
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