I do NOT own Kim Possible

Timeline: I see the first four chapters as having taken place over a month. The current chapter is around a month after the previous one.

Ron and Shego and Food, or the Cuddle Bunny Threat

Ron recalled the first night Shego had paid him a visit. It had been surreal. He had, in a daze, rewrote four more moves from the book he'd been studying into the form of a recipe and practiced them. He had managed each move flawlessly on the first attempt. That had been pretty surreal in itself. His practice sessions with the dummy never went well.

That had been the first night. She had dropped by several nights since then. Each time she'd cleaned out the fridge, and then helped him practice. He was at a loss on what to do. She was a villainess wanted by Global Justice. She was Kim Possible's archenemy. He should be on the phone calling them. He wasn't, and he didn't plan too. He wasn't too sure why, but he liked her visits. Sure they were sometimes painful. She would watch his attacks on the dummy and give advice. He might be able to perform the basic moves right from the start, but there was more to fighting than just that. When he failed to follow her advice she was pretty free with the plasma. Thought, he noted, not vicious. It was more like a slap across the wrist with a ruler to focus his attention. And her tongue was sharp. But there was an upside. She complimented him when he succeeded in following her advice and she complimented his progress. She also complimented his food. All in all there were a lot of compliments. She was someone who said what was on her mind. He liked that.

His exercise routine had also changed due to her advice. She had pointed out that certain muscle groups were of more use in a fight and had taught him exercises to develop those muscles. They were by far more strenuous than what he had been doing before. After nearly a month his body was only just getting used to them, still aching a little.

He had talked with Monique. His question had confused her, she knew his obsession with Kim. He had tried to evade her questions but no one could really evade Monique when she set her mind to interrogating them. He had ended up pointing out his reason for the phone call. He could tell she'd been shocked. He had expected her to be upset, in a way he had been just using her, but she wasn't. He wasn't sure what she thought, but she hadn't been angry. That had been a relief.

The worst part of the last month had been Barkin. Seeing Ron get an average of eighty-eight on the four toughest exams he'd ever given he'd been suspicious. The only students who had managed better grades had been Justin, Felix, Kim, and Mark. He had, in front of the class accused Ron of cheating again and demanded Kim use the Kimmunicator to scan him for hidden devices. None had been found. Still unshaken in his belief that something was wrong he'd had Ron strip down to his boxers, in front of the class, and retake the exams. This time he'd scored an average of ninety-four on the four exams. He had had time to rewrite more of his notes as recipes and had understood the material better.

Unable to prove him guilty Barkin had declared him guilty anyway. Then Felix along with Mark, Kim, and Monique had stood up for him. That had been pretty nice to see. They had demanded Barkin prove the cheating or else let Ron keep the grade, the ninety-four, not the eighty-eight. Barkin had, reluctantly, backed down. A grateful Ron had thanked them.

That brought him to his current situation. Trying to power a living plasma generator had wrecked his food budget beyond repair."I need money." He mumbled to himself.

"How much?" Came the reply from Mark.

Ron looked up. Mark was taking out his wallet. "No." Ron answered. "I mean I need a way to make money. Finances this month are a bit stretched." He might have in the past allowed Kim to be his main financer at Bueno Nacho but that was a thing of the past. Besides this time he needed major cash. Not just the price of a Nacho. And Mark was his competition even if no one else saw it that way.

"A job?" Mark inquired.

"I guess." Ron answered. Given school work now took a lot less time, and he had practically given up on Zombie Mayhem, he had quite a bit of time to spare. Still, it wasn't an idea he liked. His focus on his exercise routines and trying to learn how to fight had him surprised. It took up a lot of that spare time. "I wonder if Smarty Mart is hiring. Could get weekend hours only."

Mark put his wallet back. He wouldn't have minded lending Ron a few bucks but it seemed the guy was thinking of serious cash. He wouldn't make that at Smarty Mart. They only paid minimum wage. "Sell lunches at school?" He suggested. With his culinary talent he knew Ron could make the lunches pretty quick. Plus they would make a good profit.

Ron shook his head. "Since the health inspector saw Rufus serving food the school made a new policy. It prohibits anyone from selling food on campus. Other than the cafeteria workers that is. Heck, Barkin even confiscates any lunches I make for myself."

"Oh." Mark replied. He gave it some more thought but came up empty. With his skill Ron could have easily prepared twenty or so lunches each morning. With the only competition being the cafeteria food he could have made a fortune by setting his own price for them.

Ron looked around. No Kim. "She talking to the cheerleaders again?" He asked.

"Yeah." Came the reply. "They're going to be doing some pretty tough routines and they're having a safety talk. I'm going to have to be the catcher for them incase one of them falls."

Lucky guy, Ron thought. Though Kim never falls so she wouldn't be one of the ones he would need to catch.

Shego wondered what was on the menu for the day. It was insane, she knew, to visit the Buffoon like this, but it was fun. Fun was a concept she had thought she had long lost the capacity for. The closest she had come to that in years was fighting the Princess. But having to set limits to the power she used against Princess sort of took most of the fun out of it.

The Buffoon however provided laughs in his sometimes hilarious attempts at learning a new routine. He provided good food. And there was even, at rare times, conversation. Safe topics though were hard to come by. It wasn't as if she could talk about Dr. D.'s latest plan or like he could disclose Wade's newest gadget for Kim Possible.

His progress had her surprised. He had learned in a week the basic moves of boxing. With her directions he had learned how to use those moves and throw combinations. Hard work might let a person be competent in boxing in around six months. By her judgement the Buffoon had been considerably more than competent at the end of a week. He had moved on to karate. He had the basic moves down pat and by her estimates would be the equivalent of a first dan in less than another week. It was, in her opinion, insane.

She justified the insanity by considering that he had been around martial arts ever since he met Princess. In all that time he had seen the various forms of martial arts used repeatedly. With his ability for perfect recall he must have remembered all of it. He must know all that Princess knew and more. Something just blocked him from using it. She remembered Zorpox and shuddered. Zorpox had not been blocked from using those abilities.

Then there was the recipe method. Insane as it was it worked. But she had noticed something lately. At first he had had to reread the various instructions he was translating several times. Lately those several times had dropped to just the first time. He no longer needed to reread anything to write the recipe. She figured soon he wouldn't need to write to a recipe at all. His mind would automatically do the translation for him.

She was a little frightened. When he had full control of his potential just what would Ron Stoppable want to do? Zorpox had wanted the world, well the world's supply of Nachos anyway. But what would the Buffoon do with that power? She considered the type of person he was. Not anything evil, she decided. That was a little disappointing.

She let the hovercraft hover over his house for a few minutes and searched for signs that his parents were home. There were none. They had been home once in the last month, as far as she knew. She had called off her visit that day. It seemed his parents were rarely around. She watched him practice. The original dummy had long since fallen to pieces and she had replaced it with one of her own. His attacks had not only improved in form but in power. For his size and build he was extremely strong.

She let the hovercraft hover a few feet above the ground and jumped down. She saw him throw a combination with a form that was slightly less than perfect. She threw a ball of plasma his way. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention. She was surprised it hit. He had become very adept at evading her attempts at correction. "Come on, Buffoon, you know better than that. Focus."

"I do now." Ron replied, rubbing the hand where the plasma had hit him. He grinned at her.

Shego almost felt like grinning back. She was getting too used to this. It didn't just feel surreal when she was here, it felt ... nice. It was way better than spending time in the lair watching Dr. D. as she read magazines on fashion or fighting. Of course, she thought to herself, if he ever develops his full potential Team Possible will be unstoppable. Just why am I training the enemy?

She ignored the thought and headed into the kitchen. She made a beeline to the fridge. There were several plates of food wrapped in plastic. She took one of them and put it in the microwave. A few minutes later, plate in hand with a mug of coffee, she headed back outside. The Buffoon was sitting on the ground, reading a book, writing down a new recipe. She watched him as he continued his practice, all the while thinking.

She saw him head back to the book and pick up the pencil again. "Stop." She ordered. "Forget writing it down. Just read and do the translation in your head."

"Writing it down helps me focus." He commented. Hesitant to put down the pencil.

Shego fried the pencil and the paper with two well aimed blasts. The boy gulped and just grabbed the book. He reread the instructions a few times but she figured in a day or so he would be back to reading it just the once again. And eventually, as he got used to it, would do the translation as fast as he could read. She wondered if then he would just need to read a book to learn a new skill or routine. It was scary. It wasn't just that he could learn something by reading it once. It was as though his body learned the skill as well as his mind. It developed the reflexes that usually only came with hundreds of repetitions.

She dug into what was on her plate. It was delicious. The coffee was some brew she'd never had. Yet again, delicious. For some reason she was content. She knew in a few hours this would end. She would go back to the lair where Dr. D. would be rambling on about some plot. Where when she tried to sleep nightmare number two would be waiting for her. But for now, she was content. Teaching had been her dream, and here she was teaching. For a brief period of time she could forget the nightmares and she could forget Hego. She saw him make a mistake and she raised a finger, plasma burst from it. He dodge it. Excellent, she thought. She gave more orders. Sometime the information in the books wasn't quite right. It taught an art, not fighting. She dug into her food again. She didn't mind that everything seemed so surreal.

He read another page of the book and went back to the dummy. This time, she noted, he only read the page twice. He repeated this a few times over the next hour. She was on her third plate of food and second cup of coffee when he stopped and sat down beside her, keeping a safe distance between them.

"Hey Shego?"

"Yeah, Buffoon."

"What's a good way to make money?"

"Rob a bank." That she thought, was an easy one. "Or you could try a jewelry store. I used to steal art but that's too easy to track. Your client can't display it, or if they do then someone is going to ask where they got it. Leads directly back to you. Or you could steal technology. People who buy that are usually pretty secretive."

"Hrm. Any way that's not illegal?"

Shego shrugged. "I'm a villian. Legal stuff really isn't my department."

Ron sat back, relaxing as best he could given the situation. It was the sort of answer he'd expected but had asked anyway. It wasn't too unsafe a topic." Of course, he thought, it's as though what I'm doing here is legal. Calling GJ would be the legal thing to do.

"Of course there are competitions. I used to enjoy those but if I try to fight now there's always someone in the audience calling Global Justice to cash in the reward money for me."

"Competitions?" Ron was intrigued.

"Yeah. Fighting. It's a bit out of your league yet but at the rate you're going..." Shego shrugged. "A year max and you'll be able to make good money there." Most likely less than a year, she thought to herself. She looked at the plate. She was out of food. She sighed.

"Doesn't really sound like my sort of thing." Ron admitted.

"It's good practice if you've got a job that requires keeping your fighting skills honed." She stared at the plate again and sighed."You going to practice any more tonight?" She asked.

"Nay. Was up early. Did three hours then. Had two hours before you got here."

She'd been there an hour. Six hours, she thought, on a day that includes school. He's pretty focused. "Bueno Nacho?" She asked. She saw him hesitate. Realization struck her. Money, she thought. "My treat." She added.

Ron readily agreed. Bueno Nacho wasn't a place he spent much time at any more. For one thing it reminded him of Kim. For another he was focused on stepping up and eating the type of food they served would be counter to that. At least it would be in the large amounts he used to consume. As a treat it was fine.

They took the hovercraft. It was, Ron thought, a pretty nice way to get around. Quick and no worries about the traffic.

They entered the same Bueno Nacho as they had been at before, all those weeks ago. Shego ordered for them and brought the two trays back to the same booth they'd been in before. They both dug into the food with glee.

Ron noticed the girl at the counter watching them closely. For a second he wondered if she was checking him out. Then Shego uttered a sigh of satisfaction, having finished what was on her platter, and stretched. From the dreamy look on the girl's face he knew it had been Shego she'd been watching. Not that he blamed her. Shego, even with blonde hair and dressed in every day clothes was attractive. Not that he would ever say that to her face. He liked his body parts arranged as they were, in their proper place.

Ron sat back in his seat and sighed, recalling Monique's instant and total rejection.

Shego looked up. Something had upset the Buffoon. She wondered what it was. He hadn't blinked an eye at all the insults she'd thrown his way the last month. "Something wrong?" She asked.

Ron shook his head. "Just life." He wondered what she would say if he told her about the girl checking her out. Probably nothing, he thought. She would just be amused.

"Hey Ron, hey Amy. What's up?"

They both turned and looked. Monique again. "Hey Monique." Ron managed to squeak out. He noticed the girl at the counter was now eyeing Monique. He focused his attention back on Monique, she was the problem now. It's not as if she will ever figure anything out, he thought to himself.

"Hey Monique." Shego spoke, remembering the girl.

"Another study session?" Monique asked. She looked around for books. There were none.

Shego shrugged. "I guess you could call it that. We were studying and decided on a break."

Ron was still struggling, trying to think of something to say. He was glad that Shego was so good in such situations.

"Don't suppose I could hire you?" Monique asked. "The way Ron's marks improved was amazing."

"Not something I can take credit for." She answered, still calm. "He just decided to start applying himself and viola, his grades improved."

"What brings you here Monique?" Ron managed to squeak out.

Monique studied her blonde haired friend and he shrank back in the booth. Something was definitely out of the ordinary. "Just heading home from my shift at Club Banana." She answered. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. She sat without waiting for a response. She was curious why Ron was so nervous. Sure he was nervous around most girls, the exceptions being her and Kim, but why would her seeing him with a tutor freak him out. She studied the blonde haired girl closely. The blonde haired girl studied her back, her expression calm and amused. At least Monique thought she was amused.

"So no chance of hiring you?" Monique spoke again to the blonde girl.

"Sorry. My schedule is sort of filled." Shego didn't blink an eye.

"Too bad." Monique did sound disappointed. Ron had after all went from average grades to a ninety plus. This girl it seemed could work miracles.

Ron looked at the few bits of food left on his plate. He had, he discovered, a very rare condition. No appetite. He looked everywhere except at Monique. The girl at the counter he noticed was still watching them.

Monique followed his gaze and noticed her. "Seems like someone is checking you out Ron." She winked at him. It would, she thought, get some response.

"Sorry Monique. It's not me she's checking out. It's you." Ron answered the question without pause. It was an easy question.

"Me!" The response hadn't been what she'd expected.

"You." Ron simply agreed with her. His mind wasn't able to process too much data. He was focused on how to get out off there without giving any more hints to Monique that Amy was a supervillainess who could toss plasma around.

"Oh." Was all Monique could think to say. She looked at the girl at the counter who noticed her stare. The girl blushed and turned away, pretending to be busy. It didn't help Monique any. She was interested in Ron's weird behavior. She sighed. "You tutor a lot?" She asked Amy.

"Rarely." Shego answered. She was amused by the Buffoon's panic but also knew there was a reason for it. Being discovered with a supervillainess could get him in trouble. A lot of trouble. Which would ruin all the meals he cooked for her. And she really wanted to see how his fighting skills progressed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ron and Shego nearly hit the roof. Ron pulled the Kimmunicator out of his pocket as if it would bite. What if it's Wade asking why I'm with Shego, What if it's Wade telling me Global Justice is on their way to get me, What if, ... He flipped the device on, being sure to keep Amy out of Wade's field of view and asked, "What's up Wade?"

"Got a hit on the site. Already alerted Kim and Mark The ride will pick you up in a few minutes." The image on the screen explain.

"Okay Wade. I'll be ready." He knew Wade would track his location and know where to send the ride. He looked at Shego.

Shego nodded. "I'm off then. Til later." She vanished out the door. She didn't want to be around when anything associated with Global Justice showed up. Seconds later she was in her hovercraft headed back to the lair.

Ron sighed. Until the ride showed up he was left with Monique and her inquiries.

Monique was quiet. She was puzzled but didn't really have any questions she could think to ask. She looked at the girl at the counter. She was still pretending to be busy. She looked back at Ron. He still looked scared. She sighed. She hated not knowing things. "So, she's a good tutor?" She finally asked.

Ron nodded. He didn't feel capable of speaking but he took a deep breath and managed to squeak out. "I better wait outside. Later Monique." He took off, leaving her staring at him.

The ride was a cargo jet provided by Global Justice. Ron sat on one side of the cargo hole, Kim and Mark on the other side. The two were holding hands. For Ron it was a long ride until Mark let go of Kim's hand and slid across the floor to him.

"Hey Ron, been thinking about how you could make some money. One of the girls who works at the same dojo as I do mentioned that her sister was an awesome cook and joined cooking competitions." Mark slid a couple of advertisements he'd photocopied across to the blonde.

Ron looked at the photocopies. They were advertisements for cooking competitions. "You think I could win one of those?" He asked.

"Pretty sure you could. Probably more than one. At ten grand a win that should fix your finances for a bit."

Ron looked at the advertisements. It was something he would never have thought of trying before. Now he found he was excited. Here was a sport he could compete in. "Thanks." He finally spoke, looking back up at Mark. "I'm going to give that a try."

Mark slid back across the floor to Kim. He was pretty sure Ron would get somewhere in the top three of all the competitions. He had only tasted his cooking a few times but it had been the sort of cooking one could expect from a five star restaurant.

The villain this time was Dementor again. He had developed a ray that could instantly freeze all the world's oceans. It would eliminate all the world's shipping, not to mention all the world's fisheries. Scuba diving would also be a thing of the past.

They crawled in through the vents, as usual.

"Kim Possible! You will stop right there." Dementor ordered.

"As if." Kim answered back. She didn't see any reason to stop.

Dementor held up a small plush toy in his left hand. With his right he pointed a ray gun at it.

Kim Possible froze. "Is that a ...It can't be... They only made ten of those..." Her eyes were wide.

"Kim Possible you will stay right there. If you move this Cuddle Bunny will met its end."

Kim Possible froze, unable to move if it meant the end of the Cuddle Bunny Dementor was holding. It was she knew, a TigerRat, a combination of tiger and rat. And it was so cute.

Ron sighed.

Mark looked confused. He looked towards Ron as he usually did in such situations. The guy was rubbing his forehead with his hand.

Ron raised his hand, signalling he had a question.

"You ..." Dementor paused, he couldn't recall the name of the guy with the raised hand. He just knew it was someone who showed up when Kim Possible did. "Who are you?" He finally asked.

"Ron Stoppable." Ron answered. It was he knew a futile gesture. The name wouldn't stick.

"Never heard of you." Dementor responded. "What do you want?"

"Do you have a certificate showing that Cuddle Bunny is real?" Ron asked. He looked at Kim who was still froze, eyes wide, mouth open. She was drooling. He sighed.

"Certificate?" Dementor was confused. He had researched and found Kim Possible's weakness. Cuddle Bunnies! He had her beat.

"How much you pay for it?" Ron asked.

"Ten dollars and ninety-nine cents." Dementor responded.

"Ah. Pretty cheap for a Cuddle Bunny they only made ten of. Are you sure it's real and not fake?" Ron saw some expression return to Kim's face as she heard the price.

"Of course I'm sure it's real." Dementor shook the Cuddle Bunny. "Can't you tell it's real?" He demanded.

"No." Ron answered. "Let's see the certificate"

"There is no certificate." Dementor stated. He had merely ordered the thing online. He knew nothing about certificates.

'"Then it's not real." Ron stated.

"Is too." Dementor roared.

"Is not." Ron replied.

"Is too." Dementor claimed.

"Is not." Ron declared.

"Is too." Dementor fumed.

"Is not." Ron said.

"Is too." Dementor raged.

A grappling hook shot forward and knocked the ray gun out of Dementor's hand. Kim Possible followed the grappling hook, snatching the Cuddle Bunny, real or not real, to safety in her arms. She began to check it for damage.

Dementor stared at his empty hands in disbelief. "Get them." He ordered his henchmen. There were around ten of them.

Mark moved to intercept them. He looked at Kim, she seemed to be in another world.

"Don't expect too much help from her for a bit." Ron simply said. He'd shaken Kim's belief in the Cuddle Bunny being real but she would still be at least ten minutes checking it for damage and wondering whether or not if it was real.

Mark looked at her. He knew she liked Cuddle Bunnies but this was a bit extreme. He looked at the ten henchmen approaching them.

"Don't worry." Ron looked at the henchmen too. "Just handle them one at a time. I will keep the rest busy." He charged them. Nearly all of them went down as Ron turned his charge into a dive and collided with them.

Mark waded into the fight. He karate chopped one henchman who wasn't even looking his way. He fell silently and swiftly, needing just the one chop. Mark turned his attention to a second henchman which fell just as quick and easy. The henchmen were too busy trying to keep track of Ron who was running circles around them, screaming loudly and kicking stuff in their path.

Dementor saw the battle going the wrong way and disappeared out the back door.

The ten henchmen taken care of Ron approached the machine that dominated the center of the room. He studied it for a second and sighed. Reaching in he plucked a few wires loose. There was no way the machine could now accidentally fire. If Will Du is the one picking this up it's better to be safe than sorry. Of course that is what people say about me too, he admitted to himself.

Ten minutes later they were on the transport back home. Global Justice had swarmed the lair and taken control of the device. Kim Possible was holding onto the Cuddle Bunny with one hand, holding Mark's hand with the other.

Ron sighed.

End of Chapter.

Kim stands up for Ron along with the rest against Barkin? Yes, she is maturing too. And he is her best friend. We also see her love of Cuddle Bunnies.

Mark is still being nice. Pointing out how Ron can make a fair bit of money.

Ron and Shego are still getting along okay. Ron is worried about Global Justice. Shego is worried about losing her meals.

Monique is now even more curious. Guess Ron and Shego better find another place to eat at.

As Ron develops his fighting skills there should be a few more action scenes.

Wonder how things will go when they got to fight Drakken again.

Shego will discover something important in the next chapter, or the next. Not sure yet.