A/N: Well, so far so good, I hope everyone is enjoying this tangled web I'm trying to weave. Try and guess what other hell is going to befall our dear friend Mr. Stoppable....

-G. Cairo

I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does, for they are mighty and I am weak....

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Ch. 3: Promises and Confessions

Middleton National Forest

Two hikers, enjoying a lovely mid summer afternoon on the trails of Middleton National Forest, joked amiably back and forth as they made there way along the trail. "Come on Jerry, You can't honestly believe that crap... there are no psychotic alien brain eating man chimps running around these woods...." the hiker stopped talking, his buddy Jerry continuing on the trail. "Hey Mark whats wrong brohan, see something?" Jerry asked as he made his way back to where his friend was standing, he noticed a bit of a shake in his friend's body. " what's wrong man...." he followed his friends shaking finger. "OH MY DEAR GOD!!!"

Meanwhile in Bueno Nacho, Middle Colorado.... The Usual Booth.....

In the back of Kim's mind, she worried for her ex, but really she could sense something was wrong with Ron for along time. Why should I save him? Plead his case in front of Dr. Director, Bust him out... I knew something was up since the last time he returned from Japan and that freaky school....

Middleton International One Year Earlier...

Ron stepped from the terminal, a black duffel slung across his left shoulder. He spotted the flame headed heroine in the crowd, waving her arms in the air in an attempt to gain the young mans attention. Ahhhh, KP, Love of my life... Rose of a whole other variety... Perfect in every way... He was snapped out of his revelry by two warm arms wrapping around his waist and lips smashing into his.

So this is what bliss feels like..... he thought quietly to himself. After a moment he pulled back, just to admire her. Those big green eyes lock onto his deep brown eyes probing as if to ascertain whether or not it was really him, satisfied by the genuine emotion held there, she asked an innocuous question. "So, what did you learn Ronnie?" She wasn't sure at the time, but a brief change in his eyes worried her, it seemed the question startled him in some way. "Uh.... well ya see.... OH! I learned how to prepare sixty different types of sushi and sushi-mi." He stammered out while a panicked and strained smile plastered itself across his face.

Hmmm... that's odd, oh well at least I have him all to myself now....

"KIM?!"

Hearing her name, she was pulled from the memory to the present and gave a pissy stare to the handsome young artist in front of her. The grouchiness soon wore off as she noticed the look of concern on his face. " Are you okay I thought I'd lost ya there for a minute." "Yeah I'm fine... just thinking about the Ron sitch..." she calmly stated before turning to gaze out the window.

Josh had of course read over the debrief, being that he was Kim's new partner, and he could hardly believe what was written in the fat folder sitting in front of him, screaming horrors at him. Ron is one sick son of a gun, glad he's safely stashed in a cell somewhere... "So what are we going to do Kim? I mean GJ has an airtight case against him... I don't think there is anything we can do to help him, maybe he's better off in GJ's hands ya know?"

"I think your right Josh, He hadn't been himself since he went to Japan... I just can't believe he's a sociopath assassin that could do such horrible things to people, even if they may have deserved it, or at least some of them did and that became one under my own nose." She said in a quiet voice, How did this happen, how could I be so blind? God help you Ron, because I don't think I or anyone else can.....

650 Ft below Middleton, Colorado. GJ Interrigation Room Number Three

God help me......God god god god god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ron was sitting, flex cuffed to a chair, wearing nothing but his boxers, eyes as wide as saucers. Mom....Dad.....NO!!!! In front of the half naked young man, was a cork board about the same size as one of the dry erase board at school. Instead of homework assignments and math problems there were crime scene photos. Particularly gory crime scenes, twenty-eight crime scenes to be exact. Blood, viscera, snot, feces, urine, pleading eyes, and silent screams.

Though his eyes had gone over the pictures when he had first been placed in the chair and had his black hood removed, his eyes were now locked on the ones in the center. While caught up in his frantic prayers and horror, he didn't sense a gloved fist as it came to strike him in the back of the head, stars flooding his vision as his head to snap forward pain flooding every sense he had. "You know what sidekick, you are one twisted, sick, psychotic animal." sneered Agent Will Du. "Look at them Stoppable." Du stated in a low chilly voice. When Ron's head didn't come up, Du simply grabbed a handful of blond hair snapping his head up. "I...Said...Look..." Du growled.

Ron began to sob and cry freely, the photos in the center were the two most important people to him, looking at the terrors in front of him he could feel his heart finally dissolve his soul wither and die.

"Meryl and Gene Stoppable,ages 45 and 46 respectively, found by two hikers this morning in Middleton National Forest exactly four miles from your home. Their throats cut. Eviscerated. Left in the middle of a stand of trees just waiting to be found." Du stated in an even cadence, " You sick SOB, not only did you slaughter twenty seven foreign nationals, but you slaughtered your own mother and father, the ones who gave you life and raised you."

Mom, Dad who did this to you? Dear god give me strength, allow me to seek vengeance against those who did this to my family... Ron prayed, and though his heart was shattered, and his soul destroyed, the tears dried in his eyes... Mama, Papa I'll get the people responsible for doing this to you, then I'll join you....

Seeing the sudden change in Ron's demeanor, an icy sort of stoicism, Du saw red a primal rage builing inside him. How could someone just sit there and not feel remorse, I'm going to force some remorse. Lashing out with fists and feet, Du began to pummel Ron with a fury not seen since the days of barbarians, blades, and blood lust. He could feel the eye socket fracture, the jaw dislocate, the nose break. blood streaming down a face that did not flinch, not even a change in his breathing. Not hearing the wails for mercy just infuriated Du further. Now he decided to work the body making sure to hit muscle groups and break bones. After beating the bound man for two straight hours, Du's rage was spent.

Panting and Heaving for breath, Du looked at his victim and just stared his eyes wide, the face looked almost like hamburger, bruises and lacerations covered the sitting form of Ron Stoppable. Ron's head raised up just a bit and he proceeded to spit out a gob of blood along with a molar and a canine. Finally Ron looked directly at Du, a small smile creeping across his torn lips and gums, and then staring directly into Du's eyes through swollen, blackened eyes of his own, when he had Du's undivided attention, whispered through broken teeth and busted lips, "That the best you got?"

Du's face went from shocked to enraged once more, "Get this animal out of my sight, I don't want him to be comfortable in his cage or to sleep at all. Am I making myself clear?!" Du shouted to the two guards who promptly saluted. "I'm going to get you to confess you sack of trash." Du stated simply and swung at Ron one last time, connecting with his temple before walking out, a grave expression tempered with hate and rage, hearing the guards cut him off the chair and slap new cuffs on. He then walked the opposite direction making his way back to his office to finalize his first report on the interrogation session. The first of many, I'm far from through with that animal....

Two Hours Later, Cell A-13

The guards dragged the bleeding man into the clear walled cell, laying his broken body in the center of cell A-13, and while walking towards the guard post one guard turned to the other and stated in a hushed tone, for he knew the cell block was wired for sound, "I have to say, I've never seen Du get that upset during an interrogation, usually he's pretty frosty, ya know?" his buddy only nodded.

Meanwhile in cell A-13, Ron pushed himself into at first a form of the sitting position, then finally after stretching his torn and cramped muscles maneuvered himself into the lotus position. The lotus position had always, or at least since the beginning of his ninja training, came naturally to him and it was the one position in which he could meditate to the fullest.

As he began his meditation ritual, channeling his chi, he allowed the MMP flowing in his body, deep down in his very cells to come forth in a slow controlled manner flowing like his own life blood from the center of his form. The blue energy wrapped itself around the sitting man, enveloping him in a cocoon of healing energy. He felt himself relax in a detached sort of way, as if watching himself from far away, he could feel the pain recede slowly until it was nothing but a memory, he could feel the bones heal knitting themselves back together, his many cuts and lacerations cease bleeding and close.

Within an hour or so, he couldn't really tell due to the lack of a calender or watch, he came out of his meditative trance, scarred a bit, but no longer in pain.

Thank you Sensei, the gifts you have given me will come in handy in the months to come. With that Ron began to meditate once more focusing on the happy times and memories, healing not his physical form, but his soul and mind.

Motel Twelve. On the Outskirts of Middleton, Colorado

A certain raven haired villaness was lost in her own introspection while she clutched the cheap motel pillow to her chest and face.

Ron... Ron.... Ron...

The name reverberated through her mind like a church bell, sending tingling sensations that traveled up and down her spine...

He's just the cheerleaders bumbling sidekick, well ex-sidekick... why did I comfort him? WHy do I even care?! Why is he having this effect on me? I mean I'm me, Shego, the most feared villianess/mercenary who with just one look can make even the strongest and stoutest of men tremble in fear, reached out to an idiotic, bumbling buffoon.

A small voice cleared its hypothetical throat and spoke up, He may be a buffoon, but damn is he ever sexy... all that lean muscle, those broad shoulders, and that butt... I mean WOW.... what a tush, MMM...MMM...MMM, that is a view I do NOT mind in the least...

The rest of Shego's mind snarled... SHUT IT!!! I AM SHEGO, MASTER CRIMINAL, FEMME FATALE... I DON'T CRUSH ON BUFFOONISH SIDEKICKS....

The small voice in the back of Shego's mind spoke up with more force..... Maybe you should... He's sweet, loyal, and gentle... not to mention drop dead GOREGEOUS!!!

"ARRRRGHHH! I AM NOT CRUSHING ON RON FRACKING STOPPABLE!" she shouted into the pillow she was currently using as a half muzzle half teddy bear. The thought of holding Ron close and feeling those soft loving gentle lips on hers as they had in the Sahara, a wonderful thought which set free a flock of butterflies and electric tingles, would not leave her mind, she couldn't hold it back, for years now after seeing him for the first time as a slightly pudgy kid that grew into such a hottie, that though, was the one thing that scared her in both good and bad ways.

Then one thought came to the forefront of her mind... Her eyes widened with sudden realization...

I...AM...FALLING...FOR....RON!!!!!

"This just in, The two bodies found this morning in Middleton National Forest have been positivly identified as Gene and Meryl Stoppable, parents of Ronald Dean Stoppable, a young man who has dedicated most of his life to the prevention of supervillainy along with his partner Kim Possible..."

The news story grabbed Shego's attention, and wouldn't let her go.

"... Ronald Dean Stoppable is a person of interest according to the Middleton Police Department. Any information as to his whereabouts, you should call the..." the TV faded to near silence, as Shego couldn't process the information the talking heads had just fed her.

Ron couldn't do that... He can fight but he would never willingly take another person's life let alone his parents... I bet Director and her ilk have him at GJ, probably torturing him, beating him silly...

Don't worry Ron, I'm coming for you and I'll tear anyone who gets in my way limb from limb....

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A/N: I know, I know a its a bit choppy but it serves its own purpose well.... what will happen next...?