Okay so this is the first chapter. Not much else to say really.

A Fresh Start.

As Kim Possible drove her purple, heavily modified, rocket powered car her excitement mounted. Today she was moving into her dorm room at Upperton University, starting a new chapter in her life. Cardboard boxes were stacked on the back seat, filled with clothes, class materials and mementos she couldn't bear to leave at home. Her repaired Pandaroo was kept in one of those boxes along with photos of her family, friends and, of course, her boyfriend Ron. Since her dorm didn't allow guests to stay the night she was sure she'd need the cuddle-buddy to get to sleep without the blond.

Checking the rear-view mirror Kim saw that her family was still following in her mother's mini-van. They had volunteered to help her move in (well, her parents had volunteered, the Tweebs had to be blackmailed) and she couldn't be more grateful. After all, she had a lot of stuff.

As she pulled in to Upperton University's campus she was once again struck by how big it was. There were five large buildings, each housing a number of lecture halls and facilities. For example each had its own library and the Science and Medical Centre had laboratories, greenhouses and even a morgue.

But Kim wouldn't be in that building. She looked out the window again, staring up at the building where she intended to be studying law and criminal psychology for the next few years. She smiled. Oh yes, she thought, College is going to be fantastic!

Shortly she pulled into a parking space outside the complex that was the Upperton University dormitory. As large as any one of the centres of learning the dorm was co-ed, as evidenced by the large number of freshmen and women removing boxes from cars with the aid of their parents. As Kim got out of her car her mother pulled the mini-van up beside her. Stepping outside Dr Anne Possible took in a lungful of college air.

"Now this brings back memories," she said in a faraway tone. She looked around at the familiar sights as her husband and sons followed her lead. Walking to the rear of Kim's car she said: "I'm so glad you decided to come here Kimmie. Oh, you're going to love it!"

"Well after being taken so far away at graduation I felt it would be better to stay close," said Kim as she took a box from the car. It was large enough to give her a little trouble holding it until she adjusted her grip. "Besides, UU offers a lot more than just medicine. The perfect curriculum was right here."

"Kimmie-cub," said Dr James Possible, cutting off his wife before she could begin to gush about her old university. Again. "Didn't you say Ronald was coming to help today? Where is he?"

"I don't know Dad," admitted Kim, looking around the campus, searching for some sign of her blond haired boyfriend. "He said he'd be here."

It was at that moment that Kim's attention was caught by the loud rumbling of an engine. Looking to the road she saw that the noise was coming from a motorcycle with a young man in full leather protective gear on the back. While the helmet and leathers were black the bike itself was red. Kim bit her lip. There was no doubt that the man astride the machine was a hottie.

Stop it Possible, she chastised herself, You've got Ron now! Turning away she headed towards the main entrance to the dorms. She could hear the bike pull up behind her before the engine was switched off.

"KP!" Kim quickly turned around. The voice had been Ron's, he'd arrived at last. But she was shocked to see his head emerge from beneath the biker-hottie's helmet. Ron, her Ron, was looking badass in all his gear. She quickly rushed over to him.

"Ron," she breathed, taking in the sight of him on a strangely familiar bike. "When did you get that?" she asked.

"A gift, from my bon-diggity parents," said Ron, smiling from ear to ear. He hopped off the vehicle and walked over to his girlfriend. "Pretty badical don't you think?"

"Spankin'!" answered Kim. And it was. It suited him a lot better than his old scooter, which had been destroyed during the Lorwardian invasion, had. It was in good shape despite being at least a couple of years old. This last fact was setting Kim's weirdar off. "Is it used?"

"Pre-owned KP," said Ron with a smirk. "Besides, it hurricane rocks!"

That answered Kim's question, but she definitely wasn't telling her boyfriend who she thought had owned the bike before him. She gave him a quick kiss, and put the box she was holding in his hands. "Come on biker-boy, you're just in time to help out."

Grabbing another box from the Sloth she led her family and boyfriend up to where she'd be living for the academic year. Mrs Dr P was still looking around engrossed in old memories. Mr Dr P was grumbling, wondering why his daughter couldn't have gone to the Middleton Institute of Science and Technology (also known as MIST) where he'd spent his college years. The Tweebs were snickering having piled the boxes they'd been given into Ron's arms and were now directing him so he wouldn't fall.

The group had to climb four flights of stairs before they reached Kim's floor. It was full of young fresh-women moving into their dorm rooms, as well as the assorted hangers-on that had accompanied them, much the same way as the Possible family and Ron were helping Kim. She was busy counting off the doors on the left wall.

"Four-thirty-nine, four-thirty-seven, ah, here we are," she said stopping outside another door. "Four-thirty-five." With little trouble she balanced the box she was holding on her hip and taking a key from her pocket.

The moment she opened the door and stepped inside there was an ear-splitting scream, and she was suddenly pulled into a hug by her new roommate.

"Girlfriend I can't believe this is happening!" squealed Monique, "College is gonna be the best thing ever!"

"I know! It's going to be totally spankin'!" replied Kim, in a similar pitch. The girls' reunion was brought short by a panicked shout and a thud. Looking down they saw Ron sprawled on the floor, having tripped at the entrance. The three boxes he'd been carrying had fallen to the floor harmlessy. Kim frowned.

"You are so lucky there are only clothes in those boxes mister," she said. Ron got up off the floor and apologised. He then greeted Monique.

"Hey Ron," she said, eyeing him up and down. "What's with the leather get-up?"

"Safety gear for my bon-diggity new wheels!" exclaimed Ron, punching a fist in the air.

"His parents bought him a motorcycle," Kim explained.

"Trés cool," said Monique. "But Ron, should you really be riding something like that? Didn't you fail your driver's test like, a bazillion times?"

"Only seven, thank you very much," said Ron, not liking the look on the dark-skinned girl's face. "Besides, I rode my scooter for years and I did fine. With rockets I might add!"

He was saved from a scathing comment about how said scooter was so much scrap metal when the Possible parents walked in.

"My, everything looks exactly the same as it did when I was a freshman," said Mrs Dr P. She set down the box she was carrying and turned to her husband. "Do you remember how much trouble the RA gave us when she caught me sneaking you in here?" she asked with a smile.

James was grinning like the Cheshire Cat when his daughter screamed: "TMI!"

"Okaaay," said Ron in an attempt to break the sudden tension. "This conversation has taken a turn down Awkweird Avenue. I'm gonna take off before we reach Extremely Uncomfortable Road."

"So soon Ron?" asked Kim, disappointed that her boyfriend wasn't staying longer.

"Sorry KP," he said. "I'm moving in with Felix this afternoon. Gotta meet the 'rents there with my stuff."

"Remind me again Ronald," asked Mrs Dr P. "Why are you bothering to move out? It's not like you're getting that much closer to Middleton Community College."

"It's practice for later in life Mrs P," answered Ron. "Felix figured the same thing, but since the dorms at MIST aren't exactly wheelchair friendly he had to rent. He couldn't afford to on his own so I decided to throw in with him."

"I could have sworn there were some ramps around when I went to MIST," said Mr Dr P who was stroking his chin.

"You're thinking of the launch platforms you used to fire rockets from, dear," reassured his wife.

"Ah yes," he affirmed. "Why I remember the time one of the rockets careened out of control and crashed down on campus. Damaged all the repairs from the Pinky-Jo Curlytail fiasco. Good times."

The three new college students looked at one another. Surely their experiences in college wouldn't be so destructive? Kim and Ron couldn't fight the feeling that theirs would be worse.

"Okay, I'm really going now," said Ron. "I have to get off Extremely Uncomfortable Road." He gave Kim a quick kiss, promised to call her later, and sped out of the room. Monique was looking out of the window when she saw him speed off on his bike.

"Wasn't that, uh…" she paused, not sure if she wanted to continue.

Kim nodded. "Yeah but don't tell him that. I don't think he knows."

"Knows what?" asked Mr Dr P.

Shaking her head Mrs Dr Possible pulled her eldest child into a hug. "Have you got everything?" she asked, already knowing the answer but asking anyway. "Clothes? Books? Sanitary products?" Each item received a nod of the head. "Underwear?"

"Mom!"

"Okay Kimmie," said Mrs Dr P. "You know you can come home anytime you want to?"

"Yes Mom."

"Whether you're stressed, lonely or just need your laundry done," continued the elder red-head. "And dinner," Anne turned her daughter's head so they could look each other in the eye. "You better come home for dinner sometime young lady."

"Relax Mom," said Kim with a fond smile. "I'll be home for Sunday dinner at least twice a month. I'll even drag Ron, so there'll be no left-overs."

"I'm gonna miss you Kimmie."

"I'm gonna miss you to Mom," Kim replied. "You too Dad," reaching out to pull her father into the hug. "I'm even gonna miss- Wait a minute. Where are the Tweebs?"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

After assuring the RA of the freshmen girls' dorm rooms that the Tweebs would never again set foot in the halls Kim was finally able to bid goodbye to her family. Immediately she set about turning the room into her room.

Monique had already claimed the right side of the room. The bed was made and photos were stuck on the wall above it with Blu-tac. Some were of her parents and brother but many were of her friends. One caught Kim's eye.

It was taken at the Graduation Beach Bash. Ron and Kim were holding each other in the centre, with Rufus standing on the boys shoulder. To their left stood Monique and Wade Load, Kim's tech-support. Both were smiling and waving. To their right were Felix Renton and Zita Flores. The boy in the wheelchair looked very smug about having the Latino girl in his lap.

"That was a good day," said Monique noting what her friend was looking at. Kim couldn't help but agree. Ron had saved her life and saved the world. He never took any credit for it so the media had assumed that it was her, along with Drakken and Shego, who had saved everyone. But he was the real hero that day.

"Okay Kim, serious time," said Monique. "We have some ground rules to cover. First, does your Kimmunicator have a vibrate function?" Kim nodded. "Good, keep it on silent at night. Last thing I need is to be woken up by Wade. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Second, if you see this," she held up a remarkably sparkly hairband, "on the doorknob it means I've got myself a man in here. So don't come in. Okay?"

Kim smirked. "Only if you let me use it when I have Ron over."

"Done girlfriend," said Monique. "Oh this is gonna be so great Kim!"

Kim's smirk was replaced by a real smile as she embraced her friend. "Alright, I've got to unpack. You want to help?"

Ron was cruising toward Middleton at a speed his old scooter couldn't match without a pair of rockets and a full tank of J200 fuel. It was exhilarating. It was fun. When said scooter was equipped with rockets and Dr Possible's fuel mixture there had been no time to enjoy it. He and Kim had been chased be a giant killer robot after all.

But now, with nothing life-threatening to worry about, he could enjoy it. He felt free, like a bird. If he'd known that riding a motorcycle was like this he would have saved up and gotten one sooner. He was almost disappointed when he'd reached the apartment block on the edge of his hometown, down the road from the Middleton Institute of Science and Technology.

Almost, because the moment he removed his helmet, an Asian infant dove through the open window of the car beside him to give him a hug. She was followed by a naked mole rat.

"Hana! Rufus!" he cried, taking them both into his arms and trying not to fall from his bike due to the impact. "I'm glad to see you too."

While his adopted little sister didn't release her hold on him the hairless rodent did. It leapt onto the handle-bars of the bike and starting chattering at him, waving a paw in the boy's direction.

"I'm sorry I left without you Rufus," said Ron. "But you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you." This wasn't technically true. While Rufus had been fast asleep, he was fast asleep next to Hana. The two had been spending more time together over the summer as Hana became even more hyper than she already was. The only one who seemed to be able to calm the super ninja baby was Rufus. So since Ron hadn't wanted to wake his sister up and inflict hours of boundless energy on his parents, he'd left Rufus there.

Rufus seemed to be mollified by that and scurried up to Ron's shoulder. The young man climbed off his bike and greeted his parents. After handing Hana off to his mother Ron, for the second time that day, filled his arms with cardboard boxes. Like Kim's some of the boxes were filled with clothes, others with mementos of the past eighteen years. Unlike Kim's (thankfully, a small part of Ron's mind added), there was a box filled with pots and pans and other assorted kitchen essentials. No soon-to-be student of the culinary arts at Middleton Community College (MCC) would have it otherwise.

With Rufus on top of the three boxes (he was much better at giving directions than the Tweebs, even if he didn't speak like a human) Ron was able to navigate his way through the lobby and up the stairs to the third floor. All the way his parents were behind him talking away. His mother was in awe of how nice the neighbourhood was ("Oh there's even a Temple not far from here!") while his father quoted the stats ("There's only a three per cent chance that the apartment will be broken into!). Finally the Stoppables reached their destination.

"Ronman, is that you behind those boxes," asked a voice from in front and below.

"Sure is Felix," said Ron, "Think I could unload these boxes in our new home?"

Ron heard the sound of Felix Renton's motorized wheelchair as he reversed into the apartment. Ron proceeded to dump what he was carrying, along with an unfortunate Rufus, onto the couch.

The apartment was small, as to be expected from something two fresh-out-of-high school young men were sharing. Most of the space was taken up by a living area. A small T.V placed on a stand, an armchair and the couch stood out. Beneath the T.V was a game system Felix had already installed and there was a coffee table between it and the couch. A kitchenette was tucked in the corner, a square of lino instead of carpet with a fridge, an oven and a sink against the wall. Cupboards were there as well and there was an island style counter that gave it a closed off feel. Ron could see doors leading off to the two bedrooms on either side of the television while beyond the kitchenette a door led to the bathroom. Two glass doors lead to a balcony.

"So Ronman," said Felix. "Is there a costume party I don't know about?" Seeing his friend's confusion Felix pointed at his clothes.

"Oh these. These are for my new motorcycle," bragged Ron. "You're not the only one with a badical ride now Mister Flying Wheelchair!"

"Sweet, I'll have to take a look at it."

"Should be able to see it from the balcony," said Ron. He led his friend out of the doors where sure enough, the red motorcycle could be seen.

"Uh, isn't that..?" began Felix.

"Yeah but don't tell Kim that. I don't think she's twigged it yet."

"Okay Ronald that's everything," shouted Mr Stoppable. Before they went back inside Ron shot Felix a look that said: And they definitely don't know about it.

Mrs Stoppable gathered her son into a hug. "Take care of yourself son. You'll have to get yourself up every morning now." She paused before continuing in a sterner tone: "And don't eat Bueno Nacho every day, you won't be able to afford your rent."

"I'll be fine Mom," Ron told her as she released him. "Really."

His dad approached him, hand held out. Ron looked at him quizzically before taking it. Sure they'd shaken hands before but his dad was more the type to hug during emotional moments. But this seemed different, somehow. Almost like it was an exchange between equals, not between father and son. "Just remember that you'll always have a home with us son."

"I will."

His father passed Hana to him, to hold her before they went. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Brudder."

"Take of Mom and Dad, little intruder," said Ron. He gave the girl back to their mother. Now for the hard part. He knelt down to look Rufus in the eye. The little guy was close to tears. They both knew the building didn't allow animals.

"Take care of Hana for me, okay buddy?" he said. "I'm counting on you." Rufus snapped a quick salute, obviously trying to stop himself from falling apart. "If you need me you can call. I know you're smart enough to do it, you little genius." At this Rufus finally broke. He leapt at his human's face, hugging it and balling his eyes out. "Courage, little man."

Gently, he placed the naked mole rat on Hana's shoulder. His family gathered for one last hug and then turned to leave. Rufus waved at Ron until they were out the door. Ron sighed.

"That may have been the saddest thing I've ever seen," commented Felix.

Later, Ron and Felix were playing some Zombie Mayhem together. Ron had already put his stuff away in his bedroom (he got the smaller one; he didn't need room to manoeuvre a wheelchair). Ron was losing, as usual, but he wasn't letting it get to him.

"Would you stop using the flamethrower you hack?"

Not much anyway.

"So Ron," said Felix. "Since you're learning how to be a chef and all, are you gonna be cooking regular?" Ron told him that he was. "Score! Chef Ronald creations! I can't wait to have me some Michelin star food!"

"Dude, what?" asked Ron taking his eyes off the game.

"I've heard the stories about your skills in the Home Ec room," explained Felix, "I just wish I'd been there to have some myself."

"Alright man," said Ron. "I'll whip something up with what we've got tonight."

Beep Beep Bee Beep!

"Uh, rain check?"

Kim finally gotten everything sorted when her Kimmunicator had gone off. She answered it at the same time as her boyfriend.

"What's the sitch Wade?" she asked as the thirteen year old African-American appeared on screen. The screen then split to show Ron as well.

"Kim, Ron, we've got a hit on the site," he said, not looking at either of them, he was too busy typing. "It seems that Señor Senior Junior is trying to steal the Tower of London." Wade rolled his eyes. "Again."

"Right," said Ron. "So where should we go to stop him? Vancouver?"

Kim chuckled. She couldn't help but remember the last time Junior had tried this. He'd gone to New Zealand for crying out loud.

"Actually he seems to be on target, strangely enough," said Wade, who appeared perplexed as to Junior's new intelligence.

"Have you got us a ride Wade?" asked Kim.

"Mr Geminini is going to pick you up first, then Ron."

As Kim and Ron left for England in another part of America a prisoner was fuming in her cell. Electronique was furious; they hadn't let her out today. She didn't know why, she was sure that the guards hadn't seen through her goody-goody reformed by the Attitudinator act. So what was going on?

She got her answer when the door opened. She had to fight with herself to stop from attacking the one eyed woman that walked in, followed by two guards.

"Why, Dr Director. What a pleasant surprise," she lied, putting on her most charming smile. She is most definitely on the list when I get out of here, the villain thought.

"Electronique, there's no point in beating around the bush," said the leader of Global Justice. "We need your help." Electronique nodded, indicating that she should go on. "As you know a few months ago the Earth was invaded by an alien force with far superior technology. Since then the world's top scientists have been trying to reverse engineer the alien tech. They haven't had much luck." Dr Director looked the villain in the eye. "We need your expertise."

"Of course!" Electronique exclaimed. This is too good. "Anything to help the world." She thought for a moment. "I will need tools and a laptop along with whatever it is you want me to look at most."

"I thought as much," said Dr Director. She snapped her fingers. A table was wheeled into the cell which bore a hunk of red metal that covered extremely sophisticated wiring. A toolbox and a laptop were on one side of the table. "I will be back for weekly updates," she said before turning to leave an electrically proficient villain with dangerous alien technology.