Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible nor do I make any claim to any of Disney's copyright or property. Honestly, you people know the drill, or at least I hope you do...
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Yamanouchi, Japan...
Cherry blossoms fell to the stone walkway of the ancient school like pink snowflakes. Black jika-tabi barely disturbed the layer of pink petals as the woman who wore them moved to her sensei's quarters. Once she reached the door she knocked and knelt waiting for his command. When she heard her sensei's answer she opened the door. "Sensei, the preparations have been completed. Fukushima and I are ready to leave for America at your command."
"Very good Yori. I shall see you both in two weeks when you return. I look forward to meeting The Chosen One when you bring her back."
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Middleton, Colorado...
Ron dodged a series of light plasma bursts aimed at his head, memories of his training with Shego over the past week and a half replaying in his mind. Recalling her usual pattern he performed a quick forward roll under the final blast he shot forward and grabbed Shego's right ankle as he moved behind her, robbing her of her standard follow up kick as well as her balance, pulling her down face-first onto the roof. Quickly scrambling he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Leaning over he whispered, "Give up?"
Her answer caught Ron by complete surprise, she merely turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Ron released his grip and was left sputtering stupidly before finally blurting out, "Why'd you kiss me?"
"You let go didn't you? You have to be ready for anything in a fight, use everything at your disposal to win while expecting the same from your enemy. Including being kissed," Shego explained "That said, Faithful Sidekick, you really need to learn how to take a kiss."
Ron, for his part, was blushing and avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, it's just you're the first girl who's ever kissed me."
"Really? I'd have thought you and Princess... ."
"Not really, I'd kinda hoped but I'm not her type."
"Sucks. Hey, Ron, you have Monday off right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I'd like to see how you'd do in my brother's and my old combat simulator. I've seen how you do against Drakken's mooks and you're doing decently against me. Almost won that last little match after all."
"Thanks," Ron said with a slight blush, "So where is this combat sim?"
"The old base in Go-City. Pick you up here at seven tonight for a long weekend in Go City?"
"Sounds like a plan. Just wondering though, where's Go City?" Ron asked getting to his feet.
"About one hundred miles north from here. It's where my brothers and I grew up."
"Cool." Checking his watch Ron grumbled, "Cheer practice is just about over. Wanna head for the gym?"
"Sure," Shego replied moving towards him, giving her hips a slight sway.
"You... you're not going to kiss me again are you?" Ron asked as she helped him to his feet.
With a playful smirk Shego looked him in the eyes, "Maaaaybe."
Ron's shocked reaction to Shego's flirting, he was unsure if it was playful or not, was for his body to suddenly go numb as his glow activated before he could regain control of it. He stumbled backwards, phasing out of her arms, falling backwards through the roof.
Shego looked over at Rufus who'd been calmly sitting on the edge of the building, munching on a pack of cheese, "Well that's not good... ."
"At all," the little molerat squeaked.
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Ron's fall made him feel like he was walking through the wall of a hedge maze. When he unphased he landed with a grunt on his back on a tile floor. A wet tile floor he noted. Opening his eyes he looked up to see he had landed in showers, that were still in use. Checking himself he gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever powers ruled the universe that he didn't phase through his clothes again, 'Must be getting a little better at this,' he thought.. As he involuntarily groaned while getting up the girls currently using said showers noticed him and started screaming. Bonnie, being the first to react, grabbed her bar of soap and hurled it at the still rising Ron where it smacked him in the jaw, "Get out of here you pervert!"
Quickly slapping his right hand over his eyes and turning around saying loudly, "Ladies, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for how I got in here. ...Which I will gladly make up later." With that Ron blindly jumped forward and phased through the near wall, just in time for the variety of other thrown objects to crash into the tile behind him.
Landing in the hallway Ron groaned. Leaning back he let his head slam against the metal, "Great, now I'll have the cheer squad after my head. Probably the football team too." After a few more locker/wall-bangs he started walking towards the stairway back to the roof. Halfway there he rounded a corner to find Kim and Josh making out in front of his locker.
Waiting for about ten seconds while the couple ignored him he cleared his throat, getting no response. "Excuse me," he said, again nothing. Grinding his teeth he banged the locker nearest him. Mid-swing his glow activated again but instead of his arm passing through the steel his fist left a three inch deep crater in the steel, shaped like the back of his hand. The shockwave of the impact drew the couple from their reverie. "Sorry, guess I don't know my own strength. But now that you two are focused again, I'd like to get into my locker please."
"Uh, yeah sure Ron," Josh said taking a quick sidestep. "You feeling okay? You look kinda... yellow."
"Yeah, just a, um, side effect of something from one of, uh, Professor Dementor's weapons," Ron lied.
Moving closer to Ron, Kim dropped her voice to a whisper, "This a new effect of the glow?"
"I don't honestly know KP," Ron muttered as he searched his locker for the schoolbooks he would need for the coming weekend. "Speaking of the glow... I gotta run before the rest of the cheer squad finds me..."
"Why?"
"Fell into the girl's showers... Didn't see anything except a lot of wet hair and water but that won't keep Bonnie from spreading her version of events," Ron said rubbing his jaw.
"Great," Kim sighed, "I'll see what I can do to calm her down."
"Before I go, you mind keeping an eye on Rufus? I'm gonna be out of town this weekend and he doesn't want to miss the Fearless Ferret marathon."
"Sure. I'll pick up a pound or three of cheddar and swing by."
"Thanks," Ron replied as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and closing his locker, "See you Tuesday."
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Ron headed for the bleachers by football field, as instructed earlier, for Shego to pick him up. What he saw when he arrived filled him with shock and a little bit of fear. Sitting by the scoreboard was what looked like an F-35 Lightning II. "No way! We're taking a stealth fighter jet to your place?" he called as he stepped onto the field.
"Something like that. I know what this baby looks like and, given how often you and Princess have covered for the government, I imagine you do too. It isn't. Built this baby myself, though Doctor D. helped with some of the blueprint designs," Shego explained as Ron made his way down the field.
Ron dropped his bag by the ladder to get into the cockpit before making the quick climb to marvel at the interior of the two seated aircraft. While he could barely make heads or tails of the displays he had to appreciate the soft red and white glows. "Shego, don't take this the wrong way or anything but, I've seen your jacket. I wouldn't put it past your skills to have snuck into a naval base and hotwire an F-35..."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence but I'm not overly interested in adding treason to the list of charges against me. I just found some designs on the internet and merged them with Drakken's hovercraft designs," she said opening a compartment along the underside and shoving Ron's duffle bag in next to her suitcase. After closing it she pulled a remote from her belt and pressed a button causing the canopy to slide back along the hull.
After climbing in Ron fumbled with the seatbelt in the backseat, somehow getting part of it wrapped around his neck. "Honestly, how do you not end up strangling yourself every time you get ready for takeoff?"
"I'm good at what I do?"
"And what's that?" He inquired adjusting the belt, getting it right on the second try.
"The short answer, 'not very nice'."
"Is it just me or does that sound like something from a comic book?"
"It's just you Ron," Shego said as she finished her preflight check of the jet's instruments.
"Well since for the past week you've been training me in krav maga, what's on the agenda for this weekend?"
"Well, a good deal of cooking for you since I hate it and my brothers are almost as bad as the horror stories you've mentioned about Princess. My older brother once set off the smoke alarm, which the home security device was linked to, and ended up with the fire department at our house when he made some boy scout popcorn."
"Okay, that is pretty bad. So aside from being kitchen slave, what else do I have to look forward to?"
"Well you have two options, we can start you on savate or Bâton français," Shego said as she guided her fighter's ascent to cruising altitude.
"Think we can get in the basics of both?"
"That depends, how long can you go without sleep?"
"I sleep something like nine hours a day so, not very."
"Then no. Just savate, it's what I'm better at anyway."
"Sounds bon-diggity. Hey, not that I'm complaining but why are you training me at all? I mean, given how many times my best friend and I have stopped the guy who signs your paychecks and how often you've tried to char-broil us... ."
"A few reasons. First, like it or not you're part of a very exclusive club, one with a smaller population than all the Xeroderma Pigmentosum patients in the world," Shego started.
"Xero-whatsis?"
"It's a skin condition. Did you ever read Fear Nothing by Dean Koontz?"
"Do I look like a reader?"
"Point taken. Short version is XP leaves a person highly susceptible to skin cancer because their cells don't repair ultra-violet damage caused by the sun, TVs and computer monitors, etc. Imagine the worst sunburn of your life. Now imagine your skin staying like that for weeks."
"Ouch, glad I don't have it."
Another pause from Shego told Ron he'd artfully shoved his foot into his mouth. "Second reason I'm training you, I had a hard time controlling my powers when I first recovered from the comet's impact. Enemy or not, I don't want you to have to deal with some of the crap I did. The third is I see a lot of potential in you that your best friend hasn't seemed to help you develop so I'm stepping in."
"Oh. Not sure what kind of potential I've got... Maybe in video game development, I've done a bunch of mod-making for the Zombie Mayhem series."
"The potential I saw involved you and six highly trained, well paid, angry, violent, sociopaths hired by Professor Dementor being broadcast on the evening news. The fact you laid them out without so much as a scratch on you means you're either hiding how good at fighting you really are or have a knack for it but need some help."
"It wasn't that bad... ."
"Stop interrupting me or you'll find yourself with a one-way ticket down to the ground," Shego snapped, her finger hovering over a button marked 'Rear Seat Ejection'.
"I'll be good," Ron said meekly.
"And last, because of reasons one and three I believe my brothers may track you down and give you the same training, except they're idiots so if you're going to be trained you're going to be trained right," she explained. 'The fact you're kinda cute when you're confident has absolutely nothing to do with it. Nope, not at all,' she added silently.
"And once the training's over, you're going to keep up the mercenary gig with Drakken?"
"I'll most likely keep working for Dr. D.. If for no other reason than fighting Princess is too fun to give up."
"Ever consider the hero side of things?"
"Used to be on that side, Team Go was my family's team."
"You, a hero? No way!"
"Way Stoppable," Shego muttered
"Oh, 'Stoppable' again is it? Struck a nerve have I?" Ron prodded
"It'll be 'struck a nerd' in a second you don't drop this line of query."
Silence held over the cockpit for several minutes, the only sound coming from the engine thrusting the craft forward. Finally Ron broke the silence, "Sorry for being an ass. What were you of having thinking for dinner?"
"Not sure, something basic tonight. There's probably some hot dogs or ground beef laying around. Maybe a store run for some salt potatoes too. Tonight's supposed to be a nice night for grilling."
"Salt potatoes? Don't get much call for those out this way, what with it being more of a Northeast kinda dish. Should I make up a batch of Buffalo wings or some spiedies?"
"Nice to see somebody out here has an idea of what a spiedie is."
"Yeah, KP and I had a mission out at the New York State Fair last summer. I took a little time to check out the various cooking competitions. The 'kabob without the kabob' was pretty good."
"Yeah. I hope you didn't say that to the guy who made it, most spiedie fans would rearrange your face for calling it that. Ever since I got back from college out at Syracuse University I haven't been able to find anyone who knows how to make a good one."
"You went to SU? My mother got her economics degree from there, what did you go for?"
"I have a teaching degree."
Further questions were forestalled by the beeping of the jet's radar display. "Aw hell, a girl can't come home for the weekend without having to deal with the bird obsessed moron?" Shego shouted at no one in particular.
Twisting to look out the rear of the canopy Ron spotted what must have tripped the radar. A flock of metal birds were following the jet. "Guess not," Ron muttered. After a brief pause, "Any way I can help? I'm really good at the flight combat simulator at the arcade."
"Eh, why not. Weapons are fairly straight forward back there. Just get a lock on your target, press the big red button marked 'fire' and wait for the explosion," Shego instructed as she performed a barrel roll to avoid a series of missiles launched by the birds.
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Author's Notes & Review replies:
Hey, look at that. The nerd got a second chapter out in less than a month. Hurray! At this rate... I'll have it finished around the twelfth of... never. Good news is chapter three is well on it's way to completion too.
Thank you all for your comments. There is one reviewer I'd like to single out real quick though.
AtomicFire: Thanks for your review. Quick question for ya, the first chapter inspire you to finish "Put Up or Shut Up"? If so, maybe I should do a Betty/Ron fic to get "In Her Life" going again =p.
And also, huge thanks to Love Robin and Vikky Mouse for beta-ing this chapter for me. Doubly so since I know they aren't huge fans of RonGo. * eyes the fanbase * Put the torches and pitchforks down people...