Well folks, it looks like y'all are liking this little story the Cap and I cooked up. First let me say Thanks to everyone who left a review for the last chapter: Jason Barnett, Ace Ian Combat, Spectre666, fatherfigure1, CajunBear73, DRIFTA, Star-Eva01, and Zaratan… Hope I didn't miss anyone, and I apologize if I have.
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Chapter 5
"Kimberly Anne Possible… Where have you been?" Kim's Dad, James Possible, was quite angry with his daughter. Kim was pretty much a straight 'A' student her entire life, and he was so proud of her. So when she came home with the worst grade she had ever gotten on a test, what was the first words to come out of his mouth? "I am very disappointed in you Kimmie! Young lady, you are grounded for the weekend!"
As soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it. Sure her grades had been slipping a bit lately, but there were actually good reasons. But to say he was disappointed? He was never disappointed with her.
Now his daughter stood in front of him with her head down, and one arm wrapped around her midsection. Her other hand was twirling her hair, which she had just started to do when she was nervous. She couldn't even look him in the eye when she spoke.
"I'm… I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to run out like that. I… just had to go think for a bit, and get some perspective on… things."
"And would that perspective go by the name of Ronald?" James said, but he didn't mean it in a derogatory sense.
"Daddy…" Kim said, with a bit of a blush rising on her cheeks.
"It's OK, Kimmie-Cub. I was just kidding." He paused for a couple seconds and then spoke again. "Kimmie… I'm… sorry. I never should have said that I was disappointed in you. In fact, I feel just the opposite."
"Huh?" Kim was now looking at her father.
"I've always been proud of you. It's just when I saw that… that… grade, I kind of flipped out. I… just want the best for you. That's all I've ever wanted."
"What are you saying Daddy? Am I not grounded anymore?" A sliver of hope came into her features.
"Oh, your wings are still clipped, young lady… But not completely." Kim had a confused look on her face, and her father explained. "You're still allowed to see Ronald, but it's your missions that are going to be more… controlled."
"How do you mean?" Kim asked, feeling almost ecstatic that she could at least continue to see Ron.
"All missions you and Ronald go on for the rest of this month, which is about 2 weeks, are to go through your mother and I first. We will decide if it's important enough that you're needed."
"Thank…" Kim started to say and went to give her father a hug, but he stopped her.
"One last thing… I said you could see Ronald, but only here. You cannot go over to his house."
"But that's…" Kim was going say the word 'unfair', but she clamped her mouth shut, knowing it would be the wrong thing to say. Instead, she breathed out, and agreed to her father's terms.
…x x x x…
For the next two weeks, Ron was over at the Possible's almost every single minute of every single day. On more than one occasion, James had to almost physically usher the boy out the front door.
Those two weeks were also rough ones for the football team, as they were without their star running back. The first game without Ron they had lost by 2 touchdowns, and the second one they had lost by only three points. One more loss and they wouldn't be in the play-offs, and that hadn't happened to the Middleton Mad Dogs in over 15 years. As a result, they had to win their last 2 games.
Another thing that occurred could be either called a blessing, or possibly a curse. There had been only one mission and it was a minor one with Frugal Lucre. GJ was able to take care of it, as the miserly miscreant tried to corner the market on Pet Rocks. For some reason he thought the 1980's craze was making a come-back, and had stolen thousands of pounds of rock going to Middleton Mall for landscaping. Drakken and Shego were uncharacteristically quiet.
…x x x x…
Now it was Friday night. The first game that Ron was back, and it was a big one. They were playing the powerhouse of West Wake Water High. They were better known as The Sharks. Everyone in town knew this was going to be an epic battle, as the Sharks had two players nominated for all-state awards, their Center and one of their Linebackers.
The Sharks had the number 2 Defense for the season, and the Mad Dogs had the number 1 offense. They had almost dropped to number three when Ron was gone for two weeks, but the offensive line picked up their game, and made the second-string running back look a little better than he actually was. As a result, they were a little beat up.
As predicted though, neither team could get a clear advantage over the other during the first half, and it ended with a scoreless tie. In the third quarter however, the Sharks started to move the ball a bit more, and were driving for a touchdown. They got to within 15 yards, and had to settle for a field goal.
Ron had pretty much played almost every offensive play, and he was getting tired. Very tired. It was during the early part of the 4th quarter that Coach Barkin pulled Ron for a full set of downs to give him some much-needed rest. History would be divided for many years after that decision was made, as in no less than 3 plays, the Sharks got a safety on the Mad Dogs. A safety! That had only happened twice before in the history of the team.
As a result, the score was 5-0 in favor of the Sharks. After a tremendous punt by Middleton's All-State kicker and a stellar Defensive stand, The Middleton Mad Dogs had one last chance to win the game. With 3 minutes to go, the unthinkable happened.
After a particular bad hit on the Mad Dog quarterback Ty Featherston, he didn't get up like he usually did. He had slowly stood up, wobbled for a bit, and then fell back down. He had received a concussion on the last play. Apparently one of the defensive players used an illegal spear and clocked him right in the earhole of his helmet, and the referees didn't see the hit.
The last timeout was called, and all the players circled around Coach Barkin on the sidelines. Steve Barkin feverishly leafed through his playbook, and found the one he was looking for. The page was old, yellowed, and laminated to keep it from fading even further. The title at the top of the page read "The Mad Dog Flea Flicker". The play hinged on two players. The Tight-End, and the Quarter Back.
"Now I know we haven't practiced this much at all, but I feel this is our only chance. We've got a minute and a half to go, and we have to get a touchdown. Stoppable? Kowalski? Are you two up for this?" The two nodded and the entire team then ran out on the field together.
…x x x x…
The entire town of Middleton Colorado collectively held it's breath as the Middleton Mad Dogs approached the ball for what was most likely going to be the play of the game. Little did they know…
Once again, Barry Switch called the play by play:
"Mad Dogs approach the ball… and the referee blows his whistle to start the play clock. Ron Stoppable has had to come into the game as quarterback once again as Ty Featherston has gone out with a concussion. There is a long count as he tries to pull the Sharks offside, but they don't bite.
"With 2 seconds on the play clock, the ball is snapped. There goes Stoppable as he drops straight back to pass. The two Tight ends have started their routes. Stoppable passes the ball to Kowalski who then… What is he doing! Kowalski is now looping around and heading back towards center-field behind the line of scrimmage! Stoppable has taken off like a bat out of Hell, and has blown by EVERYBODY! He's into the secondary, and Kowalski heaves a mighty pass just before he's flattened!
"It's not a pretty pass folks, as it's wobbling like crazy, but it has the height and the trajectory to reach Stoppable! The pass is a bit short so he has to stop and let the ball come to him! Uh Oh! Here comes the Sharks star Linebacker and he's got a bead on Stoppable! Stoppable lowers his head… and there's the hit! Holy Mary and Joseph! Stoppable just went toe to toe with Star Linebacker Aaron Welter and he's still on his feet!
"Stoppable steps out from underneath Welter before he can grab his jersey and takes off running across the field towards the end zone, and Welter is hot on his heels…
"It looks like the entire defense is converging on Stoppable's location, and 3 yards out Stoppable goes airborne! He's hit by at least three defensive players and his ankles are grabbed by Welter! Down goes Stoppable right at the Goal Line! I can't even tell if he made it across because the entire defensive team has now jumped on top of him!
"The referees are blowing their whistles like crazy, and now they start to pull players off and see where Stoppable landed with the ball… Is that it? I see Stoppable's arms, extended… a few more players are removed from the pile… and the goal-line referee has signaled a touch down!
"Man Woman and Child! What a run by Stoppable! That ball must be just barely over the goal-line as I can't even tell from up here! It's definitely a touchdown, and the Mad Dogs have gone ahead by the score of 6-5…
"Now with ten seconds left the extra point is kicked… and missed! The kicker pushed his kick a bit and the ball has gone wide right!
"The mad Dogs kick off with 8 seconds left on the Game Clock, and it's kicked short of the end zone to try and keep the clock running. Here come the Sharks running back, and he barrels into the leading edge of Middleton's defense. He laterals back to another player, who then gets another 10 yards, and before he's stopped, he laterals back again! Somebody better stop this! The clock has now run out, but the ball is still in play! They try one last lateral… and this guy is finally taken down only 15 yards from the end zone! The game is over, and the Middleton Mad Dogs have won the game by the unlikely score of 6-5!
"Ho-Brother! What a game!"
…x x x x…
The Flagg residence was packed, to say the least. Brick had come back to Middleton from college just to watch this game. For the 7 years that Brick was in High School, it had become a tradition to have team parties at the Flagg residence, and tonight was no different.
Brick's Dad was pretty much loaded with money as a result of his job as Plant Manager at the Middleton Pickle Works. He furnished the party with everything that was needed, and it didn't hurt that they had a huge back yard with a huge heated pool and spa.
Kim and Ron had gone over to her house to get ready for the party after the game, and they received the usual speech from Mr. and Mrs. P. about being responsible, and do what was right.
They didn't dress up too much, but they both looked very nice. Kim wore a pair of jeans that her father said were too tight, but she just scoffed, and since her mother said they were fine, she was able to wear them. It was a bit cool, so she wore a double shirt. Underneath Kim had on a tight long-sleeve shirt that clung to her body in all the right places and over that she wore a loose short-sleeve button shirt, but left the front unbuttoned. Ron wore a pair of nice slacks that were a dark brown, and a long-sleeved burgundy shirt.
They arrived only about a half an hour after the party had officially started, but it looked as if it had already been going for hours. As soon as they entered the back yard where everyone was located, a call rose from the crowd.
"There he is! The man of the hour! Shtoppable, you are one heck of a ball player… You know that?" It was one of the seniors that played as a lineman, and he towered over Ron as he stumbled up to the couple and forced himself between the two, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. Both Ron and Kim could immediately smell the liquor on his breath.
"Ugh… You smell like a distillery Jordan!" Kim said and pushed herself away from the obviously drunk boy.
"Well, I is what I (burp) drink…" The arm he had around Ron also held a drink of something that looked like Coke with ice, but Ron knew from the smell that it wasn't just Soda.
"Where did you get the liquor?" Ron asked.
"My buddy Brick hooked me up." Jordan said, and then raised his glass over Ron's head and bellowed. "Attention! Attention everybody!" Almost immediately the party noises subsided to an almost tolerable level, and the quite inebriated boy made a somewhat clumsy toast.
"I would like everyone to raise their classes… (snicker)… I mean glasses… to the best running back the Middleton Mad Dogs have ever sheen. To Ron… the Un-shtoppable… Shhtoppable!"
A shout rose form the crowd "Here, Here!" At that point someone bumped into Jordan from behind as soon as he went to take a drink from his glass. As a result, the entire drink landed on the back of Ron's neck, ice and all, and went down the back of his shirt soaking both his shirt and pants.
Ron howled from the cold liquid, and quickly pulled his tucked shirt from out of his pants to remove the ice. Kim immediately came over to his side. "Ron! You're soaked! Lets get you inside and see if we can dry you off."
The two went into the kitchen, found a couple of dishrags, and began to somewhat dry him off the best they could. It was while they were doing this that another howl erupted from the party outside, and a loud splash was heard. Ron left his shirt un-tucked, and quickly buttoned it up as he and Kim rushed back outside to see five players crawling out of the pool. They also saw that one of the grills used to cook burgers was on the bottom of the pool.
The five wet players were all still hooting and hollering, slapping each other on their wet backs, and they were all talking at once. "Did you see that catch?" "You didn't catch that pass, I did!" "If it hadn't been for that darned grill…" One of the players then walked off behind a bush and proceeded to hurl up everything he had eaten earlier in the day. It was Jordan. Everyone slowly backed away from him as he continued to make gross and disgusting noises.
Brick came over to the group and spoke. "OK you guys… I think that's enough for all of you. Grab Jordan there, and let's get you guys home." He looked around. "Is there anyone here who's not drunk that can take these guys home?" No one immediately stepped forward, and Ron decided to do the deed.
"I'll do it." He said.
"Ron Buddy…" Brick said, "Are you sure? I mean you just got here."
"Yeah, that's fine. Kim can follow me to make sure everything is OK, and then we'll come back."
Brick handed Ron a set of keys. "Here ya go… You know which SUV I drive, right?" Ron nodded. "Just pile all of 'em in the back and get 'em home. I trust you Stops…"
"You can count on me, Brick." Ron said, and with the help of Brick and a couple of other guys who weren't as bad off as the drunk 5, helped to get them all loaded into the raised SUV.
Ron climbed into the driver's seat and looked in the back. The second and third row seats had been folded down, and all of the drunken players were just sitting or lying around haphazardly. He turned back, looked out the windshield, and inwardly hoped he could control this monster of a truck. Brick had it tricked out with a 5 inch lift, 38 inch Swamper tires, and had increased the engines horsepower to about 360.
Ron pretty much knew where all of the players lived since they had all pretty much visited each others houses throughout the year, so he wasn't worried about that. Sticking his head out the window, he saw Kim pull up behind in the Sloth. He was glad she was tagging along behind just in case anything happened.
Slowly he pulled out of the driveway, and headed towards Jordan's house first since it was the closest. Plus, he figured Brick wouldn't want him to throw-up in his truck. Kim stayed a respective distance behind, while Ron paid close attention to the speed limit, and his driving. He just wasn't quite used to driving such a large vehicle, so he was being extra careful.
They dropped Jordan off with no problem, and the next was going to be a toss-up between Chuck and Greg. They were both about the same distance from where they currently were, but each one was in opposite direction. Ron made a decision and started to pull out of the residential area onto one of the main roads when Greg called out.
"Hey Ronster! Where ya going? I want to go home next!"
Then Chuck called out. "No! I want to go home next!"
The two still inebriated players began to struggle in the back, and from their shifting weight, caused Ron to swerve a bit as he pulled out onto the road. "Take it easy guys!" He called out trying to keep the truck in his lane.
Ron was starting to accelerate to the speed limit when suddenly a hand came up from the back and grabbed the steering wheel! It was Greg, and he was trying to force Ron into making a U-turn right in the middle of the street! All Ron could see was the oncoming headlights of another vehicle coming straight at them…
…x x x x…
Kim couldn't believe what she was seeing. First Ron had swerved a bit pulling away from the stop sign, and now he was veering off to the left, right in front of traffic! It all happened so quickly, yet it seemed to be occurring in slow motion. She watched the large SUV careen off to the left in front of another pickup, and it couldn't stop in time.
Kim heard the screech of tires as the pickup caught the rear bumper and sent the SUV spinning across the highway. She could see Ron fighting with the steering wheel, and all she could do was helplessly watch as the SUV slammed into a light pole on the opposite side of the street head on.
Immediately Kim pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. She pulled into the parking lot of a nearby convenience store and ran up to the vehicle. The first thing she saw was Ron fighting with the airbag that had deployed out of the steering wheel.
"Ron! Are you OK? What happened?" She yanked the door open and Ron spilled out looking a little dazed.
"He… he grabbed the wheel." Ron said as he tried to clear his head. His ears were still ringing from the explosion that deployed the airbag. "I… I lost control Kim…" Then suddenly it seemed Ron had gotten his senses back. "Kim! Is everyone OK?"
Opening the rear doors they saw all 5 players in a tangle of arms and legs. Everyone was moaning and complaining, but no one was yelling out in pain, and that was a good sign. Immediately Kim and Ron went into Mission Mode, and started to help everyone out of the back. Just as they helped the last one out, the first police car arrived. It was Officer Hobble.
"OK… it looks like everyone is at least standing and there's no one seriously hurt, but there is an ambulance coming to check everyone out. Now… first order of business here… Who was driving?"
Ron slowly raised his hand. "Me… Sir."
"Can I see your drivers license, Son?" Officer Hobble said as he walked over to Ron. Ron handed him the license, and as soon as he took it, Officer Hobble sniffed the air. "Have you been drinking, Son?"
"No sir… I haven't."
"Well you sure smell like it. Can you step over here, I'd like to check you out." Ron glanced over at Kim who was helping the last player to sit on the curb. Their eyes met as Officer Hobble led him onto the sidewalk.
"OK Son, stand with your feet next to each other, look up, and hold your arms straight out." Ron did as he was told. "Now with the index finger of each hand, touch your nose."
Ron again did as he was told, and had no problems performing the actions. Kim just watched silently as she didn't want to get Ron into any trouble with the Law. Officer Hobble looked a little confused. "Hmm… I would like you to now walk on the curb here up to me heel to toe, and recite the alphabet at the same time." The officer stepped back about ten feet and Ron once again performed the "Drunk Test" without any problems at all. What no one had failed to notice, was that one of the players had pulled out a disposable camera and had taken a picture of Ron while he stood in front of Officer Hobble performing the tests. The flash wasn't noticed, as the officer's cruiser had its lights flashing the entire time.
"Would you submit to a breath test?" Ron was asked, and he nodded. Officer Hobble went to his car, and came back with a small breath analyzer, which Ron dutifully blew into. The results came up and the officer was once again slightly puzzled. "This says you don't have any alcohol in your system at all. Yet I can clearly smell it on you. Can you explain that?"
"Y… Yes Sir." Ron replied nervously. "Someone sp… spilled their drink on me. The back of my shirt is soaked, and my pants are a little wet too." Officer Hobble walked around to the back of Ron, saw the wet spot and touched it with a finger which he smelled, and then came back around to face him.
"I'm sorry I had to do all that to you, Son. I just had to make sure. The penalty for drunk driving is pretty stiff in this state. Were you driving these boys home?" He said, nodding towards the group sitting on the curb, and Ron nodded.
"I don't suppose you would like to sit with me in the car and tell me exactly what happened so I can make an accident report?"
"Of course, Sir, I would be happy to." The ambulance arrived to check everyone out just as Ron sat inside the police car, and once again, no one noticed the flash of a camera. After Ron made his statement, Officer Hobble talked to Kim and was able to get more information about what happened at the party.
Paramedics checked everyone out, and found there were only a few bruises here and there. The driver of the other vehicle was unhurt as well. After the entire ordeal was over, the 5 players were given a ride home, Brick's truck was towed to a shop, and Kim and Ron went to their respective homes and crashed until late the next morning.
At about 10:00 am the next morning, the phone rang at Ron's house at about the same time Kim's Kimmunicator beeped.
…x x x x…
Ron's phone call:
"Stops, Man! What did you do to my truck!" It was Brick. Ron groaned and proceeded to tell him what had happened…
"I'm so sorry, Brick! It was a complete accident! I'm sorry…"
"Well…" Brick said, and then he was silent for a bit. "I guess that's what insurance is for. I'm just glad that everyone got home OK.
"I still feel bad about everything…"
Ron was interrupted by the voice of his mother calling for him. "Ronald Dean Stoppable… Get down here this instant! You have some serious explaining to do…"
- - - - - - -
Kim's call from Wade:
"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"
"Actually I've got three things Kim… First, Drakken and Shego are on the move again. It looks like they've stolen the TUMI."
"The tummy? C'mon Wade, I've never heard of that… except for the obvious reference to a stomach…"
"Umm… No Kim… That's the T-U-M-I… The Trans Universal Maelstrom Inducer." Wade gave her a look that told Kim she should know about this particular item.
"Wait…" Kim said, "That sounds suspiciously like…"
"It's a cheap knock-off of the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer." Wade finished and took a sip of his Super Slurpster. "The bad thing is, it's very unstable.
"OK…" Kim said, "Now that I know what was stolen, what else do you have?"
"Take a look at this." Wades video feed of himself disappeared, and was replaced by the morning headlines of the local newspaper. There on the front cover was a split picture. On one side was Ron standing in front of Officer Hobble performing his 'drunk test', and the other half was of Ron sitting in the squad car. The headline read, "Local Hero Arrested for Drunk Driving".
Kim hung her head knowing that things at the Stoppable house was not going to be pretty this morning. "To no one in particular, Kim asked the proverbial question, "What else can go wrong?"
Wade answered for her. "That's the third thing Kim. GJ is sending someone to assist you on this mission."
Why did I even say anything? Kim thought as she looked up towards the heavens.
…x x x x…
Kim opted to just drive over to Ron's and pick him up for the mission. She parked on the street in front of the curb and as soon as she stepped out, she clearly heard Mrs. Stoppable's voice echo from inside the house.
"You are so grounded Ronald, it's not even funny!" Kim winced at hearing the words, and hoped that Ron would still be able to go on the mission. She walked up to the front door, and pressed the doorbell. Almost immediately it was yanked open and there stood a still fuming Mrs. Stoppable.
"What do you want! I suppose you had something to do with this too?" She yelled into Kim's face waving the newspaper under her nose. She then slapped it down on a small entry-way table. It wasn't until then that Mrs. Stoppable noticed how Kim was dressed. "I suppose you need him for a mission?"
"Ummm…" Kim stuttered, as she wasn't used to seeing Ron's Mom this angry. "Yeah, I do."
Ron's Mom just stared at Kim for a few seconds, and then stomped away, speaking over her shoulder. I'll let him go this time, but when you get back, I intend to give him a punishment that will fit this crime."
Kim just couldn't let this go on. "Mrs. Stoppable?" Kim said, causing the older woman to pause just before entering the kitchen. "It's really all just a misunderstanding. I was there. Ron wasn't drunk, he was just trying to help… actually."
"By driving a truck into a light pole? This had better be good, Kimberly…" Ron stepped out of the kitchen and into the foray. He had heard everything that his mom had said to Kim, and everything that Kim said.
Kim continued…"I really need Ron for this mission Mrs. Stoppable. If you would just contact Officer Hobble, I'm sure he would be glad to explain everything."
"Yeah Mom…" Ron said as he took a step closer to his girlfriend, eliciting a look from his mother that could have melted lead. "Talk to the Officer, please? He will confirm everything I just told you."
Ron's Dad came out of the kitchen, and stood beside his wife. He took her shaking hand in an attempt to calm her down, and spoke. "We'll do that. Now let's get to work dear… The kids need to go off and save the world again." No one had any idea at this time just how prophetic the elder Stoppable's words were.
…x x x x…
The ride to Drakken's lair was just like any other ride they had taken. It was a military transport, and the two teens had to sit on a couple of jump-seats attached to a bulkhead. It was noisy and Kim had to just about yell as loud as she could for Ron to hear her, even though they sat only 2 feet apart.
"Ron! What's wrong? You haven't said anything the entire flight!"
Kim's BFBF looked up and into her eyes. "Well number one, I feel bad for leaving Rufus behind on this mission, and two… I really screwed up Kim! I crashed Brick's truck, and my parents think I'm a drunk! Please tell me that mmmmffff…"
Kim quickly placed her hand over Ron's mouth. "Don't you dare say it Ron! If you say it, it will happen! I'm not very superstitious, but I don't like taking any chances either! You got that?" Ron nodded with her hand still firmly over his mouth. "And I'm pretty sure Rufus is going to be OK. The vet said he only had a cold."
Kim removed her hand, but Ron had something else to say, err… yell. "But can you tell me why Will Du gets to sit up in the cockpit and we have to put up with … this?" He gestured to the wide expanse of the near empty cargo plane.
Will Du strolled out of the cockpit dressed in his official GJ flight suit, and was pulling on his chute. "Because I had to direct the pilot where to go! Drakken's lair is a new one in a very different area than we are used too! This time he's in a remote part of the Northern Rocky Mountains!"
Kim growled, but the effect was lost as no one had heard it over the roar of the engines. "Can you be a bit more specific?"
"It's Northwest of Great Falls Montana!"
"I hear the Rockies are beautiful this time of year!" Kim yelled.
"But I thought the Baseball season was over months ago!" Ron said, and two sets of eyes just blinked at him, and then the jump lights started their sequence. When the light went green, all three jumped. Will Du went first, and Ron last. They were all attached to static lines, so the chutes had been deployed automatically.
If Kim were in charge of the jump, which she wasn't, she would have at least done it later in the evening, or even in the cover of night. For some reason, Will Du had them jump at almost high noon. Not only could they be seen by anyone on the ground, there were heat currents that could send them drastically off-course.
Unfortunately, Kim was right on both accounts. When they finally landed after fighting one of those nasty updrafts, Kim stomped right up into Will's face. "Just what the HELL was that about? We jump in during the hottest part of the day, and had to fight heat currents almost all the way down, and on top of it, I'm SURE we were seen by those goons of Drakken's that I saw just west of here!"
"Calm yourself down, amat… Kim. I decided to jump at this time of day because the angle of the sun would blind anyone scanning the skies looking for us. I assure you… we were not seen."
Just as Will finished his sentence, a red beam lanced out just over his head making him duck, cutting a branch off of a tree only 50 feet away from them. Both Kim and Ron gave Will looks that could have melted iron.
"This way!" Kim yelled and took off running towards a stand of trees. Both Will and Ron were right on her heels, and as soon as they entered the dense area, 3 hover cars flew by the spot they had entered. One stopped, and the other 2 continued on.
"I've got an idea…" Kim said, and when Ron and Will turned to ask her what they should do, she was already gone. The two looked at each other, but with different looks on their faces. Ron had a smug look, as he knew whatever Kim was going to do was a good idea, and all Du could think, was what the heck is the amateur going to do now…
Then they heard a shrill whistle, and both looked to their left. There was Kim, standing just outside of the tree line, waving her arms trying to get the attention of the hover car that was still in position by Ron and Will. When it took off towards Kim, both Will and Ron jumped back out into the clearing, wondering what the heck Kim was up too.
Just before the hover craft reached Kim's position, the pilot had seen… and just a bit too late… the small parachute laying flat on the ground, and it's ropes tied to a bent over tree. Kim slashed out with her pocketknife, and the tree snapped back to its upright position, billowing out the chute, and neatly caught the hovercraft like a catcher's mitt.
The weight of the craft was enough that the tree didn't completely straighten, but it had enough momentum to neatly wrap up the craft and it's two occupants like a cocoon in the chute.
"Boo Yah!" Ron shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "Nice job Kim!"
"Ronald…" Will said, looking behind Ron, "That was only one. There are two more, and they're coming this way."
Laser fire began to hit the ground next to them, and Ron 's eyes went wide. "What do we do?"
"Umm… Run!" The two high tailed it back into the trees, but this time instead of stopping, the hover craft just slowed down, and started to weave it's way between the trunks.
Neither of them were watching where they were going, so it was a complete surprise to them both when Ron and Will tripped over a log, and landed flat on their faces in a patch of wet earth. Will tried to push himself up, but Ron immediately shoved the agents face back to the ground.
Sputtering, Agent Du tried to say, "Stopp…" But he was cut off by Ron.
"Ssshhhh!" Ron whispered. "They're right over us."
Sure enough, when Will turned his head just enough to look up, he saw the gleaming silver bottom of the hovercraft just a few feet above them. The occupants of the hovercraft hadn't seen their adversaries' fall, and their momentum had brought the craft right over the two.
Silently Ron reached out, grabbed a pinecone, and packed it tight with some of the wet ground. The craft was slowly turning on its horizontal axis, most likely so the henchmen inside could scan the area. As quietly as he could, Ron rolled over onto his back, and watched the silver bottom spin just two feet above him. When the exhaust port finally came around to position, Ron immediately stuffed the mud-caked pinecone into the port, and then glanced at Will.
For once in his life, Will had an idea what Ron was trying to convey to him. It was his turn for the next move. Glancing around, Will saw a rock about half the size of his fist, and chucked it as hard as he could off to one side. Sure enough, the hovercraft flew off in that direction to investigate the noise and the two scrambled away in the opposite way.
They had only separated themselves from the craft by about 30 yards when a loud POP! Was heard. Ron and Will turned around and saw smoke rising from the hovercraft as it now sat at angle on top of a fallen tree. The occupants were slowly stumbling out, obviously no worse for wear.
"Now where did you learn that trick, Stoppable?" Will inquired.
"It was in an old movie… but they used a banana."
Just as the two turned around to go the other direction, a red headed blur jumped in front of them, causing two very different reactions. Will dropped back into a defensive crouch, and Ron let out a small… "Scream of Courage" as he covered his face.
"You're turn." Kim said, looking at Will.
"Huh?" He wasn't sure what was being asked of him.
"I took out one and Ron took out one… That means the last hovercraft is yours." Kim raised an eyebrow implying that she didn't think he could do the job.
"So Will…" Ron said as he walked up next to his girlfriend taking her hand. "You think you can… Du… it?"
Will harumphed and walked away from them as he brought a hand to his chin, thinking. Suddenly he got an idea, and turned back around to the two… amateurs. "Get the last crafts attention, and get them to stop under this tree. I'm going to climb up, hide in the branches, and then drop onto the two occupants and take them out."
Ron and Kim looked at each other, shrugged, and then looked back at Will. "OK…" They said at the same time.
With no trouble at all, Kim and Ron were able to get the craft's attention, and get it to move into position right under the tree. Will went to jump off the branch he was perched on, but failed to notice that a small branch had caught a loop on his pants. As a result when he jumped, the small branch snapped. The resistance was enough to cause him to fall out of control, instead of a controlled leap like he had planned.
Will Du's original plan was to land on his feet between the two goons, and knock each one out with either a swift kick, or a punch to the face. Instead, he landed sideways on top of them both, rendering the two henchmen unconscious, and left him with a bad headache. With no one at the controls, the craft went into 'default' mode, and slowly lowered itself to the ground.
As soon as it touched down, Kim and Ron looked inside and saw Will lying on top of the Henchmen, holding his head. "Owww… that hurt."
"Well… You had to do things the hard way, didn't you." Kim said, and offered him a hand to help him out.
"Now which way to the lair?" Ron asked, and at virtually the same time both Kim and Will whipped out their respective multi-purpose devices.
"That way…" Kim and Will said at the same time, but were pointing in slightly different directions.
"Well," Ron said, "Since I'm more inclined to believe Kim, I say we go her direction."
"Why do you automatically think that I'm… wrong…" Will said as he quickly rebooted his unit. He looked at the screen, then at Kim and Ron, who now were standing side by side looking at him.
"Well?" Kim said with her eyebrow raised.
"Like I said… we go that way." This time Will pointed in the same direction that Kim had indicated earlier.
…x x x x…
After hiking for only 30 minutes, Kim started to scan the area with her Kimmunicator, and stopped next to a rather large boulder. "I don't get it… I'm picking up an energy signature from somewhere around here, but I can't tell where it's coming from."
Kim started to walk slowly in circles trying to locate the energy source while Will did the same with his device. Ron just watched the two with a smirk on his face, as he noticed that his girlfriend and Will had a few quirks that were the same. Such as pursing their lips when confronted with a puzzling situation. Of course, Kim's pout was much cuter.
He crossed his arms and went to lean on the large boulder and yelped when he found himself suddenly lying on his back.
"Ron… Ron! Where did you go?" Kim had turned around to say something to her boyfriend and he was suddenly nowhere to be seen. She then saw something on the ground next to the boulder, and her eyes narrowed in confusion. Is that… Ron's feet?
Sure enough, there was his sneakers sticking out of the boulder, still attached to his legs! Cautiously, Kim passed her hand through the supposedly stone surface. "A hologram boulder." She muttered to herself. "Will! Over here!"
Will spun around in time to see Kim Possible literally walk through stone.
…x x x x…
Now the three of them were standing inside the 'boulder hologram' on top of a grate. Sure enough, what they had found was a vent for the underground lair. "Nice job Ron." Kim said, and gave him a buss on the cheek. Will Du rolled his eyes at the unprofessional actions of Kim.
Within minutes the grate was removed, and all three slid down the angled vent and landed inside a utility room of the underground lair. Slowly Kim opened the door and looked out into the adjacent hallway. In one direction it was dark, and in the other it was brightly lit. She placed a finger over her lips to indicate silence to her partners, and then entered the hallway waving them on to follow.
Sure enough, the hallway led all three to a fairly large and well-lit area. Voices could be heard on the opposite side of the room behind some machinery, and they were quite recognizable. Not only for how they sounded, but also from what the voices were saying…
"… and when Kim Possible arrives, I will be ready for her! Ha Ha!"
A second voice groaned audibly. "Wait for it in 3… 2… 1…"
Kim stepped into view of Drakken and Shego with her signature hero stance. "I hope that means you're ready to be taken into custody… again."
"What?" Drakken said completely surprised by Kim's entrance. "How did you… But I… And the boulder… rrrggghhh! Shego! Get her!"
The green villainess cracked her knuckles, and fired her plasma at the same time. "With pleasure…" Kim easily dodged the first blast, and jumped back around the corner of the large machinery that Drakken and Shego were behind.
Just as Shego came around the corner she didn't see a foot suddenly extend out, and down she went sprawled out and skidding on the floor. She came to a stop at the feet of a third person, and looked up just in time to see the individual press a button on his watch, and a small wire shot out, attaching itself to her shoulder. The subsequent shock made her entire body go stiff and she couldn't move.
"Nice job Will!" Ron said, slapping the GJ Agent on his back.
A klaxon suddenly began to blare, and red lights started to flash around the entire complex, and a decidedly pleasant female voice came from the speakers. "Please evacuate the facility. Self-destruction will commence in 2 minutes. Please evacuate in an orderly manner, and no running or screaming. Thank-you, and have a nice day."
"Shego!" Drakken bellowed. "Where are you? I activated the self-destruct! We have to get out of here! Shegoooo…"
Kim immediately took control of the situation. "Ron! You and Will grab Shego, I'll get Drakken, and let's get out of here!"
Ron and Will each took an end of Shego, and carried her like a large chuck of wood, and Kim had no problem subduing Drakken. "Which way out of here?" Kim growled into Drakken's face, and he just pointed a direction while looking at his incapacitated sidekick. "OK, now where's the TUMI?"
Kim was slightly taken aback when Drakken reached inside his lab coat, and pulled out a small cylinder about half the size of the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer.
"It never worked right anyway." He said, and winced as Kim spun him around and Zip-tied his wrists together behind his back. Drakken then led the group to an open freight elevator.
She leaned in and whispered into his ear, "And don't think we've forgotten about the itching powder."
"Oh snap…" The blue villain muttered under his breath.
…x x x x…
After entering the elevator, Kim pressed the button that closed the doors and it started to lift. Just as the lift ascended out of the ground through a cleverly disguised exit that blended with the forest, the first explosion rocked the elevator. They scrambled out just in time, and the next explosion blew the elevator car completely out of its shaft, launching it a good 50 feet into the air. It landed away from the group, who hadn't stayed around as they were now all running away from the area as fast as they could.
"Now what?" Ron asked, slightly out of breath. "Do we have a ride?"
"Of course…" Will answered. "Just… let me…" While trying to hold onto his end of Shego and trying to get at his communication device, Will inadvertently dropped his end of their captive onto her head. "oops…"
Within 5 minutes, a Huey-sized helicopter with distinctive GJ letters on the side arrived, and they loaded up the two villains. While loading Shego, the paralyzing effect started to wear off. Before she could do anything, two more agents were able to attach the special cuffs designed to keep her from using her plasma power.
While everyone took a seat and was buckling themselves in, Ron leaned over to Kim and whispered a question in her ear. "We don't need to get back right away, do we Kim?"
"Noooo… I guess not." Her eyebrows went together in slight confusion as Ron took his seat belt off, and went to say something to the pilot. When he finished, the pilot gave a thumbs-up, which Ron copied back with a huge grin.
"Ron…What are you…?" Her boyfriend shushed her with a dirty finger to her mouth, but she didn't mind.
…x x x x…
After a short flight of only about 35 minutes, Kim found herself standing in the lobby of one of the most luxurious hotels in Yellowstone National Park. "Ron… How did you…"
"You know Kim… You're not the only one that people owe favors to."
"But…" She started to say, but Ron just once again silenced her with a hand. The manager of the hotel walked up to them and shook Ron's hand.
"Mr. Stoppable… I'm so glad you decided to take me up on that offer. I would be honored to have both you and the famous Kim Possible stay here for the night. I am sorry though… we only seem to have one room available. I hope it will be to your liking." The manager clapped his hands twice, and a Porter seemed to arrive suddenly out of nowhere.
The manager continued. "James… My good man. Please, lead Mr. Stoppable and his guest to Signature Room number 2."
"Yes sir, very good sir." The Porter took their backpacks in hand and led them across the Lobby towards the elevators.
"Signature Room?" Kim whispered into Ron's ear as they followed the Porter. "What did you do for these guys, Ron?"
"Ah… Ah… Kim. This is all for you, so no talking about me."
"All for me?" She said with a surprised smile. "But… why?"
"For our Three-Quarter-a-Versary." Kim gave her boyfriend a slightly confused look. "This is to make up for missing the Half one.
The elevator doors closed on Kim giving Ron a hug that he wouldn't forget for a long time, and the Porter just rolled his eyes at the young teenagers. When the doors opened, the Porter led the two to their room and let them in. When Kim and Ron entered, both of their jaws dropped.
The teens took in the Signature Room in a counter clock-wise fashion. The main room was a large square, and they first looked directly to their right and saw a doorway that they assumed was the bedroom. Their eyes moved along the wall to a 56-inch Plasma Screen TV, which had an over-stuffed couch sitting in front of it with a small coffee table between the two. To the left of the couch on the wall was a large fireplace with wood inside ready to be lit. As their eyes moved along the wall, on the corner opposite where they stood, was what made the room a Signature Room. The corner was one huge window from floor to ceiling and extended at least 5 feet on either side of the corner. Outside was a breath taking view of Yellowstone National Park.
Then directly to their left was a full-sized, fully stocked, kitchen. Ron was torn between which place to check out first. The kitchen, or the view. Kim had headed over to the window, so he opted to follow the view. Then he looked out the window.
"This is… gorgeous! The park is so beautiful at this time of year." Kim said as Ron came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He set his chin on her shoulder and looked outside along with his girlfriend. Outside the trees were full of green, and flowers were in bloom everywhere of almost every color.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you, Kim."
"Oh Ron…" The two never even noticed that the Porter had left the room.
After separating from their kiss, Kim wiggled her nose and said, "We stink."
"Speak for yourself there, Kim…"
Kim swatted her boyfriend on the shoulder. "I mean it Ron… We so need a shower."
"I'm all for that…" Ron said with a smile as he started towards the bedroom.
"Separately…!" Kim called out, and she snickered when Ron's 'Awww Mannn' echoed out of the bedroom. "Now get out of the way, 'cuz I'm first. After that, I would like you to give me one of your mind-blowing massages…"
"You got it KP… But there may be something we should… discuss."
Kim walked into the bedroom and saw what Ron was referring to. There was only one bed. It was a huge California King, but it was still… one bed. "We'll talk about it later. First shower, then massage, then we'll… talk. OK?" Kim gave Ron a chaste kiss on his cheek as she walked by and went into the bathroom.
After Kim finished her shower, she came out with a long white Terry Cloth robe on, and Ron almost fell off the bed, which he had been laying on. "Your turn…" She said with an almost sultry voice.
While Ron took his shower, Kim retrieved their backpacks, which held a spare set of clothes from the other room where the Porter had set them down earlier. She dropped both on the bed, and took out her change of clothes. She put on a pair of lightweight night pants, and put a fresh bra on, and put the robe back on to cover her shoulders. Her hair was still damp, and she just let it fall over her shoulders, promising to herself that she would comb it out before going to bed.
With bare feet she padded over to the sliding doors which opened to a balcony off the bedroom. Kim pulled back the curtains and watched the sun as it began to set behind the trees. She was so engrossed in the view that she gave a slight jump when Ron snaked his arms around her waist. "Ronnie! You surprised me there."
"Sorry…" She turned around to see Ron standing there with only a pair of sweat pants on, and no shirt. His hair was still slightly damp, and wasn't combed.
"Did you forget a comb again?" Kim said as she tried pressing down his damp, wild hair.
Ron sheepishly grinned. "Yeah…"
"Now how about that massage?" Kim turned her back towards Ron, and started to drop the robe off her shoulders.
"Uhh… Kim?" Ron started say with a nervous hitch in his voice. "Wh… What are you doing?"
"It's OK Ron, I have a bra on underneath. It's one you've seen before, so it's nothing special."
"Umm… OK." Kim let the robe drop onto the floor, dropped her head forward, and pulled her damp hair from her back and set it to one side over her shoulder. Ron's expert fingers began to find all of her tight muscles, making her moan in a combination of pleasure and pain, particularly the later when he would find a nasty tight muscle.
Now Kim and Ron are standing in front of an open window on the 4th floor of a hotel, which was facing nothing but trees. They never once thought that anyone could see them. Unfortunately, a particularly pervasive paparazzi person had found out that the two teen heroes had checked into the hotel. They were able to pay off the reservationist and find out which room the two teen heroes were staying in.
From the top of a tree almost 100 yards from the window, a very expensive camera whirred as it took multiple shots of the young couple as they stood oblivious in front of the window.
To be continued…
Whew! That was the longest chapter I've ever written! The wonderful… the great… the awesome… Captainkodak1 now has the next chapter for your enjoyment.
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