Author's Note: Well, thanks so much to all those who have reviewed and marked this story. Hope you haven't been waiting too long, because here is the second chapter of Senior Year. As always, write a review, and get a response.
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"As you can see class, the atomic weight listed below every element on the periodic table…" Steve Barkin continued to drone on as he had for the last forty minutes. The multi-purpose substitute had been forced to cover for yet another sick teacher, much to the chagrin of the entire class.
Across the entire room, students struggled to force their eyes open to at least maintain the illusion of interest amongst themselves… those that cared enough too anyway. Kim noted quite a few jocks not even bothering to hide their boredom as they rested their heads on their desks, open notebooks used to rest the side of their faces on.
For the most part though, Kim diverted her attention back and forth between her text book, Barkin and the hologram of Ron seated next to her, carefully scrutinizing it for any variance or disturbance in the projection that might give it away. To Wade's credit, she could find none. The hologram was a near perfect duplicate of Ron, flawlessly capturing his appearance and even one or two of his mannerisms. Perhaps the only unconvincing aspect of its performance was the fact that it actually appeared to be taking notes, though of course, this was just an illusion maintained by it moving its hand up and down the notebook in front of it.
Occasionally, Kim would attempt to scan the room for some sign of the real Ron, but so far, she had come up empty, and she could tell by the slightly worried expression on Monique's face that she was having similar difficulties.
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Bonnie Rockwaller continued to rest her chin on her propped arm, occasionally letting out a yawn. Barkin barely ever even bothered to turn around to note the state of his class, so she saw no reason to restrain herself.
"Bzzzzz."
Bonnie's hand moved to swat away the buzzing noise next to her ear, her hand waving through nothing but empty air. Bonnie turned, but failed to see anything next to her. Irritated, she turned back to the front of the class.
"Bzzzzz"
Her other ear this time. One again, Bonnie annoyingly tried to swat away at whatever was causing the noise, yet as she turned, saw nothing but empty air.
"Bzzzzzzzz"
Bonnie snapped this time in annoyance, letting out an audible "darn it!" as she tried to swat away the unseen pest.
"Something wrong Ms. Rockwaller?" The authoritative voice of Steven Barkin inquired. Bonnie turned around to notice all eyes focused on her, leaving her for the first time in her high school career, uncomfortable with the situation.
"Mr. Barkin, something keeps buzzing in my ears." Even as the brunette cheerleader attempted to explain herself, eyes began roaming around the room for any signs of responsible pests.
"Ms. Rockwaller, just pay attention." Barkin replied simply before turning back to the board.
Bonnie fumed angrily as she saw several unsympathetic eyes leer at her for an awkward moment too long before pretending to turn back to their notes. Her cheeks blushing with rage, she turned back to her notes, anxiously waiting for the class to end.
"BZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Bonnie turned on pure instinct, her hand ready to smack whatever was making that noise into paste. Hitting nothing but air, she continued to anxiously scan behind her seat, oblivious to her text book as it seemed to move of its own accord off her desk, landing loudly on the floor beneath it.
"Ahh, Ms. Rockwaller. Since you don't seem to feel you need your textbook anymore, perhaps you could answer the question?"
Once again, Bonnie turned to look up in embarrassment, finding all eyes in the room gazing expectantly at her, clearly directed by Mr. Barkin who gave her a very unsympathetic look.
"Mr…. Mr. Barkin… something was buzzing in my ears and ... and I didn't hear…" Bonnie fumbled as she tried to explain.
Barkin merely let out a sigh before turning to the rest of the class. "Does anyone else know? Yes, Stoppable." Barkin seemed surprised to see the blonde young man actually volunteering.
"Yeah. Mr. B the elements on the table are all arranged in order of increasing atomic number, which is the number of proton and neutrons that they have in their nucleus."
"Well Stoppable, it's nice to see you paying attention for a change." Barkin almost sounded impressed, though satisfied really seemed like a more accurate description.
At this, smirks began to appear across the faces of several of Bonnie's classmates as they looked back to her for a mere fraction of a second before turning back to their notes, amused, not at the fact that Stoppable had answered a question, but that he had managed to upstage Bonnie in the process.
Bonnie could feel her blood boiling with rage at this humiliation. She was the queen of this school… the queen! She would not allow this challenge to her ultimate authority to go unanswered as she silently swore revenge.
"Psst."
The slight whisper and the light tap on Bonnie's shoulder once again distracted her attention for a split second. As Bonnie turned away, the piece of notebook paper that she had been writing on tore itself from its binding before crumbling up and hurling itself across the room and right at the side of Steve Barkin's face.
Most of the class was quickly able to follow the paper ball's line of flight back to Bonnie's seat, even as Barkin himself quickly turned about, noting the look of confusion on Bonnie's face.
Barkin's gaze proclaimed his accusation louder than anything he could have said.
"Mr. Barkin, I didn't…"
Barkin merely took the crumpled up piece of paper and began to stretch and smooth it out to its original form. "Ms. Rockwaller, the next time you plan on throwing notes in class, you might want to make sure they aren't notes with your handwriting all over them. I'll see you in detention after school."
Bonnie's head sunk uncomfortable onto the top of her desk even as several of her classmates could be heard attempting to suppress their giggling.
The class bell quickly rung, announcing a reprieve. The entire class rose as one to leave, the half wearing letter jackets, plus Bonnie, tripping over their tied shoe laces and falling face first to the ground.
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Cheer practice had come and gone with remarkably little difficulty. Without Bonnie questioning, protesting and second guessing every one of Kim's decisions, the squad had managed to accomplish nearly twice the amount of one of their normal practices.
Of course that only meant that when the brunette cheerleader finally stormed in, fresh from a detention on her first day of school, she was madder than all hell, and could find only one natural target to vent her frustration on.
The squad had taken an extra twenty minutes to run through their routine once more with Bonnie now included before finally being free to hit the locker room. Kim anxiously wiped the sweat from her forehead with her towel.
"Hey Kim." A voice came from behind.
"Oh, hey Tara." Kim smiled at her fellow cheerleader, until she felt something unseen run its/his hands across her waist, startling Kim slightly.
"You ok?" Tara asked, noting the sudden stiffness in Kim's posture.
"Uh yeah, sure. What's up?" Kim tried to move her arms to block Ron's touch as she attempted to focus on the visible blond in front of her.
"Well the homecoming committee just wanted me to ask you if you wanted to head up the planning for this year's homecoming again." Tara looked right at Kim the whole time and never once saw the unseen hand worked its up the back of Kim's right leg, even brushing the lower edge of her cheer skirt.
"Huh? Oh." Kim couldn't help as a fierce blush appeared across her face, fighting to maintain her composure. "Yea…yeah. We can get together the end of the we…week." Kim moved her right hand to try and pick at her ear even as she felt a set of lips nibble down on the soft flesh.
"Are you feeling ok Kim? You're really sweating." Tara asked with genuine concern. She'd never seen the captain of the cheerleaders so apparently winded after a practice.
"Probably just coming down with something." Kim continued an epic battle for her composure as she felt that same set of lips move from her earlobe down the side of her neck. Kim raised her voice slightly so that Tara wouldn't hear the sound of lips smacking against skin. "I'll ask my mom."
"Ok." Tara wasn't entirely convinced, but decided best to just let the matter drop. "Well I'll tell the homecoming committee. See ya later Kim."
"Later Tara." Kim smiled politely until Tara was safely out of range before she spun fiercely about, swatting her hands through the air, and coming up empty. "What is wrong with you, Ron?"
"You talking to me, KP?" Ron Stoppable walked right up to Kim for all the world to see. Kim tried to restrain herself but the confusion was all too evident in her face.
"Ron! Did Wade find a way to reverse your case?"
"Ahh, sorry KP. Wrong Ron." The hologram replied apologetically as he scanned his surroundings to make sure it was clear before sticking his own hand through his stomach and then back out.
"Oh." Kim noted dishearteningly before taking on a note of concern. "Wait a minute, if you're there, then where is the original…" Kim's eyes suddenly fell upon the door to the girl's locker room as it seemed to open and then close itself of its own power.
"Oh no."
"Hey, something just pinched my butt." Bonnie could be heard to cry from the inside.
"Hey!"
"What the…?"
"Eeeaaaak!"
Assorted other cries came pouring out of the girls lockers room as Kim slapped her palm against her face in frustration.
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The valet at 'Francoise's' let out another huff of boredom. This late in the day, most of the late lunch crowd had already come and gone and it would be another hour at most before the dinner crowd started to arrive.
His interest was actually peaked by the blue Oldsmobile as it drove into the parking lot. The valet seemed to recall a similar car being driven earlier in the month by some annoying blonde guy and his steaming hot red headed girlfriend. How a loser like that ever managed to get a babilicious piece of tail like that, the valet would never know.
It was obvious though that the blonde hadn't gotten the hint from his last visit. Clearly, the valet was going to have to be less subtle about it this time. Adopting his most snooty mannerism, he walked over to the car as it came to a stop, honking its horn loudly.
"Sir, are you….lost?" The valet's voice cracked with confusion as he saw a tiny, pink, hairless rodent buckled into the driver's seat, staring at him expectantly. For a minute, the valet turned to look up, wondering if anyone else was around.
The loud horn and an impatient "Hey!" from the driver seat caught the valet's attention. He turned to see the naked mole rat (there was no way such a tiny thing could even reach the steering wheel) with an impatient look on its face. For a long moment, the valet didn't say anything, held prisoner by his own confusion and the look on the tiny rodent.
The valet turned to closely examine the car, suspecting maybe it was remote controlled and he was merely the victim of one of those practical joke TV shows. As he did, the door to the car opened. "Here, park the car and don't scratch it, skippy!"
The valet turned, just in time to catch a set of keys tossed at him, while the tiny pink rodent scampered away from the car and towards the front door, leaving the valet with a confused and bewildered look on his face as he stared down at the set of keys in his hand.
"Second thought, the food here is terrible. Hand them keys back over."
The valet turned back around to see the naked mole rat with its one paw extended expectantly while the other was on its side in frustration. Without saying another word, the valet cautiously handed the mole rat the set of keys even as the tiny pink creature scampered up the car, in through the still open door, and into the driver's seat, the car door shutting behind him.
"Here's a tip, lose that stupid tie."
The valet rushed to see if the naked mole rat's lips were moving, yet as he did, he found his buckle undone, his slacks descending to the ground, his humiliation compounded as he tripped over his tied shoe laces, falling face first on to the ground, even as the blue car drove off.
As if sensing the worst possible moment to do so, Francoise came out into the parking lot to see if his supplies for the evening had arrived, only to find his valet, of whom he had received more than his fair share of customer complaints about, with his pants down sprawled out on the concrete in front of his restaurant.
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Kim worked furiously at her desk, unable to focus on the math formulas in front of her, mostly just scribbling numbers and equations without thought or direction. She found herself still sweating when she heard the door to her loft open. She turned but saw the door slightly creek open and then seemingly fall back closed as if merely blown open.
Kim rolled her eyes as she turned back to her paper, determined to pay attention to nothing else, even as her Pandaroo got up and awkwardly walked across her room, 'hopping' up onto her desk and turned to face her.
"Hello Kim." The Pandaroo seemed to shake as it 'spoke'. "You look down."
"I am not talking to you." Kim never even looked up from her homework.
"Yes you are." The Pandaroo replied. "You just said 'I'm not talking to you.'"
"Ron, drop the Pandaroo!" Kim was practically steaming red.
"Now Kimmie, you're just…" Ron was cut off as Kim reached for the Pandaroo's sides, one of her hands actually coming into contact with his invisible arms. Using a judo throw, Kim tossed the invisible young man across the room, causing him to land with a loud thud.
"Was it something that Pandaroo said?" Ron asked as the last of the air seemed to come out of him.
"That is for all the girls in the locker room, you peaking, pinching pervo!" Kim nearly bellowed.
"Totally worth it." Ron replied weakly. For some reason, the part of his brain that usually told him when it was a good time to shut up wasn't working properly today. "So much to pinch, so few fingers to pinch with."
"Ron!" Kim threatened through gritted teeth.
"Oh come on KP. It was an accident. I didn't know where I was." Ron replied innocently. "I swear, once I realized which locker room I was in, I felt my way out of there like a blind man through the forest with my eyes closed the whole time."
"You're eyelids are transparent!"
"Not my fault." Ron insisted quickly.
"RON!" Kim quickly grabbed her text book and aimed it for where she approximated the thud to have landed. Ron could be heard letting out a cry of panic as he moved out of the way, leaving Kim's book to land harmlessly on the floor.
Kim's eyes darted to all corners of the room for some sign of him. "Ron Stoppable, don't you dare hide from me!"
"Hide from you? I'm right in front of you." Even as Ron announced his location, a set of invisible fingers reached for Kim's belly, tickling her with a savage fury.
"No! Don't!" Kim's anger seemed to fade in and out as she fought to suppress her laughter and hold on to her righteous rage. "I'm still mad at you." She insisted even as a smile crept across her face.
"Well bring it on Kimberly Ann!" Ron cried out in his Zorpox voice. "How are you going to contend with an invisible enemy?"
"By not looking for him and going for his weak spots." Kim cried out through her laughter as she shut her eyes. Her sense of sight was misleading and unreliable, so she decided it was time to rely on her other senses instead. Feeling for his hand, she grabbed it, and twisted it around. Feeling his breath in front of her, she reacted accordingly as she felt herself twist his hand around and behind his back. Pressing her advantage, she pushed his frame over on top of her bed so that he would land stomach down, while Kim maintained her hold as she mounted over him.
"Hey, no fair. No fair." Ron cried out even as Kim's fingers lashed out for his sides. Turnabout was fair play after all, and she would show no mercy as she began tickling his sides in retaliation, causing him to cry out in uncontrollable laughter.
"Who's all that?" Kim smiled, keeping her eyes closed. She felt his hand slip out from her grip, but didn't let it concern her as she just kept her weight pressed down on his back while her hands continued to find his sides. "Who's all that?"
"Do… I hav…. have too?" Ron let out between laughter.
"Please and thank you." Kim replied oh-so-sweetly as she maintained her assault.
"You're all that!" Ron cried out pitifully. "You are, you are!"
"Good." At this Kim let up. She opened her eyes, but was disappointed when she still couldn't see Ron's face. Part of her wanted to see the flustered look of defeat in her opponent's eyes, but a much larger part wanted to see the familiar golden blonde locks of her boyfriend.
"Something wrong KP?" Ron had obviously noted the look on her face as he shifted position while still underneath her weight.
"Just thinking. Just wondering how long it's going to take for Wade to figure out how to reverse this." Kim insisted as she tried to avert her gaze away from where she imagined Ron's eyes might be.
"Is that all?" Ron decided to press the point a little further.
"Well… kinda." Kim didn't need to see Ron's face to know what it looked like. "Ok," she relented. "Ron, what if Wade can't reverse this? What if this is permanent?"
"Then Barkin or Wade is going to have install some kind of super lock on the girl's locker room because I am not going to be held responsible for my actions." Ron insisted lightly.
"Ron!" Kim slapped at his invisible side angrily as she got up off him and slid over to the side of the bed, keeping her face buried beneath her hair.
"Oh come on KP." Ron replied with an edge of guilt in his voice as the bed mattress shifted to indicate his frame moving across it to where Kim sat. "You know I was just kidding."
An invisible hand reached over and startled Kim as it touched her chin with a familiar gentleness, bringing it about.
"Ron, are you smiling?" Kim asked as her eyes searched in front of her for a face that wasn't there.
"What?" Ron was caught off the guard by the question.
"Are you smiling?" Kim repeated. "Are you frowning? Is your hair combed? I don't know. I can't see you Ron. I can hear your voice, but I can't see you. Your eyes, your lips… I want to touch your cheek but I can't even tell where to put my hand and it's way frustrating." Kim's voice grew in anxiety as she spoke.
"KP…" Kim felt Ron's hand on her wrist as he brought it up, stretching out her fingers and cupping it around what Kim felt as his cheek. "I'm still here Kim. Your eyes just can't tell you where anymore."
Falling back on her previous tactic, Kim closed her eyes again… and she saw him. She saw that goofy smile of his, those warm brown eyes that melted her heart every time he looked at her as if he had never seen a more beautiful creature in the entire world. In her mind's eye, Kim saw him as he reached his other hand around her waist, holding her as his head came to rest alongside hers, his breath bearing down on her neck.
"I'm right here KP. If you ever need to know where I am, just look to your side." Ron answered softly into her hair.
Kim smiled as she brought the hand on his cheek around to the back of his neck, holding on tightly. Her eyes still closed, Kim parted her lips slightly as she leaned forward. Sure enough, his lips met hers, and a universe of longing came into being.
As if he might fade away from her altogether in the instant that she opened her eyes, Kim kissed Ron with a passion and intensity that caught both of them by surprise, yet neither made any effort to pull away. Ron's grip instead tightened around her waist as Kim felt herself fall onto Ron, their lips never parting as he fell back onto her bed with her atop him the entire time.
They finally, slowly, reluctantly, pulled away from each other, yet Kim refused to open her eyes as she held on to the image of Ron in her mind. She focused her senses instead on the feel of his warm skin, the smell of nachos, the vibrations of his heart beating within his chest beneath her.
"KP, you can open your eyes you know."
"Not yet." Kim leaned back down to kiss him again, tasting his lips with a new kind of appreciation.
The chime of the Kimmunicator went ignored at first. By the second and even third chime however, Kim merely sighed, opening her eyes as she retrieved it from her pocket.
"Go Wade."
"Guys, I think I might have found a way to reverse Ron's condition."
"Really?" Kim's eyes lit up hopefully.
"Are you sure?" Ron's voice contained just a hint of disappointment.
"I think so." Wade seemed cautiously optimistic.
"Do you need more time to run your analysis?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Uhh, no. Not really."
"Like maybe another day or two." Ron tried to subtly convey his meaning.
"Ron!" Kim bit back.
"Just to make sure."
"I'm sure Ron." Wade insisted. "I've already got a sample of the Aurora orchid pollen that Ron brought back with him from the rainforest. All I need is another sample of the fuel that he was exposed to. I should be able to mix the two and create an effective antidote."
"So we just need some more of that fuel?" Kim asked.
"I already called ahead to the lab. They said they'd be more than happy to provide you guys with the sample you need. I've got a ride standing by. Can have you there and back in an hour."
"You rock Wade."
"Whatever." Ron's enthusiasm didn't quite match Kim's.
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"Oh come on KP, think of the advantage this could be on missions." Ron continued to hammer the counter point of his argument as he and Kim approached the labs. "Why sneak through the ventilation ducts when I can just walk right through the front door and walk in on Drakken and Shego before they ever get the chance to make their speech about blowing up London Bridge."
"Ron, for the last time, there is no…" Kim paused as, for the first time, she stopped to examine the large building in front of her. "Wait a minute, something's wrong." Kim fumbled in her pocket for a second before retrieving the Kimmunicator, quickly bringing up the image of Team Possible's tech support. "Wade, you said the scientists inside are expecting us?"
"Yep. They said they'd leave the lights on for you."
"Wade, the lights are off." Kim turned the Kimmunicator towards the face of the building, where every single window light and even the ones in the front lobby had been shut off. "It looks like no one's home."
The front doorway into the lobby opened of its own accord as Ron called out. "Front door's still open."
"We may have a problem." Kim gave a look of determination as she moved on.
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"Ahh, there we are." Senor Senior Senior exclaimed, satisfied as the last of the security guards had been secured, yet again! "This time, I trust we will have no further interference from Kim Possible and her sidekick."
As he made his familiar way back to the vault, his son walked alongside him with a psychology book in hand, desperately trying to make sense of his failure the last time they had encountered the two super heroes. "I still do not understand what I did wrong. Perhaps my approach was wrong."
"My son, you must save your psychological studies for another time."
"But father, imagine the power that I could hold over my foes once I unravel the complex inner workings of their minds. Plus, I saw that genius Dr. Steve do it on television. I want to be like Dr. Steve!"
"Junior, I have told you that those afternoon talk shows are a waste of your time and only serve to distract you from your villainous studies. Now, go secure the perimeter while I retrieve the fuel once again." Senor Senior Senior retrieved the familiar vault cracker from his pack even as his son left to go check down the hallway and into the adjoining laboratory.
As the aspiring super villain/teen pop sensation/afternoon talk show psychologist/night club owner lazily scanned the surroundings of the laboratory, his attention waning between the sight of all the test tubes and strange looking chemicals, the sound of glass crunching managed to catch even his attention.
"Huh! Who is there? Is anyone there?"
"I don't see anyone." A disembodied voice informed.
"Oh, good." Satisfied, Junior returned to the storage area, the enormous echo of the vault door grinding open informed Junior that his father had already succeeded in their task.
"Junior. What is our status?" Even as Senior posed the question, one of his henchmen handed Senior the canister of atomic fuel.
"Oh, we are completely secure father. The headless voice told me so."
"What?" Senior was so shocked by his son's declaration, he failed to notice the canister of fuel lift itself from his grasp and carry itself across the room and out the door.
"Father, is that fuel supposed to do that?"
"No, it is not. We appear to have an unseen foe." Senior turned to his army of thugs. "Henchmen, attack."
Ron could be heard to cry out as he ran screaming out of the room, the fuel canister still in hand even as Kim Possible leapt out, blocking the henchmen's way.
"Sorry Seniors. I'm afraid a friend of mine needs that fuel even more than you do."
"Kim Possible. I can only assume that since Ron Stoppable does not appear to be at your side, he has somehow attained invisibility."
"Good guess." Kim admitted.
"Indeed. This would be quite disconcerting, had I not planned for your interception a second time. Henchmen!" As Senior turned to his army of a dozen uniformed goons, they all promptly nodded in unison before reaching inside their pockets and retrieving familiar yellow rings.
Kim could only watch in shock as the already intensely buff henchmen bulged and rippled with inhuman muscular mass. If they were large before, they appeared as walking giants of muscular sinew as they towered over Kim Possible.
"Ok, this could be a slight problem." Kim quickly propelled herself through the air, landing a drop kick on the front henchmen's chest, an attack which casually bounced off of his chest as if he were a solid rock wall. Kim landed before the unfazed goon as he looked down on her with a sadistic grin.
"Ok, maybe a slightly bigger problem than I thought." Kim managed to dodge a rock hard fist as it came down on the exact spot where she had been a split second earlier, the superhuman knuckles cracking the ground beneath them.
Kim launched into an aerial acrobatic routine that took her across the room even as the army of super thugs chased after her, the ground beneath them rumbling with each footstep they took.
"Junior, retrieve the fuel from the invisible Mr. Stoppable." Senior directed over to the opposite corner of the room where the fuel canister continued to hover of its own apparent power.
"Ooh, good. This will give me a chance to test out my new skills of the psychology." Anxiously, Junior rushed across the room, oblivious to his father's sigh, as he prepared to face down his invisible foe. Eagerly, he retrieved a copy of Dr. Steve's newest book, holding the open pages before him as he recited "Ron Stoppable, you are a sidekick and a buffoon, and no one will ever give you any recognition."
"Says you!" Ron could be heard to bite back. "I was a sports star you know. I even invented my own new extreme sport. That's going to go down in history you know!"
"Hmm, good point." Junior conceded. "Never the less, you will never amount to anything and you will never know the joys of being obscenely wealthy."
"Pfft. Please, I made my first ninety eight million before I turned seventeen." Ron replied simply.
"Really?" Junior could not hide his impression. "I do not believe even father made his fortune at such a young age. But that does not change the fact that you have no sense of true fashion!"
"Uhh, hello. I'm invisible! It doesn't matter what I wear."
Junior paused a moment to consider the wisdom of that retort before turning back to the open book before him. "Perhaps I am doing this wrong."
Senor Senior Senior let out a sigh, slapping his palm against his face as one of his overpowered henchmen fell to the ground. Their new bulking muscles made them walking bricks of raw power, but the trade of was that their agility and speed were next to nil. This left their fight at something of a standoff. They couldn't hope to land a single blow on someone as agile as Kim Possible, but she didn't have the power necessary to faze them, even when she landed a direct hit to their faces.
Kim continued to dance between the lumbering brutes, leaping over them, in-between them, taking advantage of the fact that their huge muscles actually prevented them from stretching and bending in certain ways. At this rate however, it would take all night for them to tire out.
Double back flipping over the nearest henchmen and into the middle of the heard, Kim saw a rock hard fist heading straight for her, reacting just in time to dodge the attack as it hit a nearby colleague in uniform.
"Hey! Watch it." The second one bit back as he got up.
A smile crept across her face as Kim's mind went to work. Leaping back into the air, Kim landed on the shoulders of another henchman, pressing with all her force as she leapt off, sending him stumbling into a second one. The second pushed the first off of him roughly, leaving the two to start shouting at each other.
"Enhanced testosterone!" Kim smiled to herself at the idea as she cart wheeled across the henchmen, using their thick skulls for support even as two more henchmen tried to tackle the ones beneath that she was using for balance.
Within a matter of minutes, the super strong goons were at each other's throats, shouting and fighting. They had turned on each other in the blink of an eye, beating each other over the heads with rock solid fists, much to the dismay of Senor Senior Senior.
"Come Junior. It is time for us to make our stylish and necessary villainous departure."
"Your hair is messy and your posture is terrible!" Junior could be heard shouting.
"Still invisible." Ron replied simply. "Doesn't matter."
"Oh! This is harder than it looks." Junior whined.
"Junior!"
"Yes father!" The young man took off running. Though no one could see it, Ron wore a look of disbelief on his face.
"You know KP, you ever get the feeling that if anyone else ever came along with us on our missions and saw what some of our villains are like, they might think our reputation was overblown?"
Kim just smiled. "Sure, you listen to Junior try to psycho analyze you and you think it's all easy. I didn't see you fighting the mountain crushing henchmen back there."
"Of course you didn't see me KP, I was invisible!" Ron replied smartly.
Kim just let out a small laugh. "Come on Ron. Let's get this fuel to Wade. I'm not kissing you again until I can see your face!"
Kim could only imagine the look of panic on Ron's face as she heard him say "What? Well what are we waiting for, come on. This is an emergency!"
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The next morning, Kim nearly got lost on the way to her locker. "Old habits…" she muttered under her breath as she entered the combination to her locker, stowing away her backpack and retrieving the necessary books.
She actually jumped when a set of unseen arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her in close.
"Hey beautiful."
Kim turned around, looking up into Ron's eyes. Those eyes that looked as if they had never seen a more beautiful creature in the world as they melted her heart. She had missed those eyes.
"Hey handsome." Kim pulled Ron in close for a kiss that left him nearly dizzy.
"There you are!" The pair's perfect bubble was mercilessly shattered by the wrathful sound of Bonnie Rockwaller's voice as she stormed up to the two.
"Hey Bon Bon." Ron replied casually.
"Don't think for one second that you are fooling me!" Bonnie's voice was seething, yet Ron and Kim struggled to look innocently back at her. "I know you were responsible for yesterday and I want you to remember something! Bonnie Rockwaller does not get detention! Not ever! I am not going to forget this!"
Bonnie had just finished delivering her threat, turning about to walk away when she fell over face first onto the floor. As Kim looked down on her, she noted the brunette's shoelaces had been tied together.
Kim turned back with a look of confusion towards Ron, but he merely smiled before looking down, his palm quickly picking up Rufus and pocketing him as Rufus let out a wide eyed smile.
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Author's Note: Well, that was fun! Now, to turn you over to my talented friend Louis Mielke, for his GWA writting debut.