Annnnndddd welcome back, it's been a while. Now is Dean Stoppable really dead? Yup, and he won't be coming back. So, for those keeping spread sheet go ahead and mark it down. Bad guys down by one and good guys down by three.

I want to thank everyone who has read, faved, followed, alerted and or reviewed this monstrosity up till now. Anyway let's get right to the reviews cause I try to answer them: CB73, Kim always took Ronnie boy for granted, since she doesn't remember him being more to her does it surprise you that her mind went back to him just being a helper subconsciously? Eric didn't help at all, but there was a fundamental problem with Kim and Ron's professional and personal relationships. Basically, Ron was just Kim Possible's personal trauma sponge and he was good at it. Sensei didn't really care if Ron and Kim were dating or doing 'adult' stuff, but he wanted a protector for Kim. Monique needs to see the light and she does later, although it takes a minister/coach to get her to open her eyes. I remember not too long ago when James T Possible was the absolute pr!ck, people can change their minds; bobtrumpet, hope you had a fun Christmas; Jimmy1201, Monique still isn't sure. In the future someone will make her see the light, but that comes along about chapter 48 or so.

Thanks again to the reviewers and I want to thank again CajunBear73 for all his work over the years. BTW he has a new RW job and is getting settled into it.

Anyway, no heavy meds are needed for this chapter and let's get this show on the road,

ST-103

The Hunter: Book Two

Chapter 15

Middleton High:

"Stoppable!", the annoying deep voice screamed at the bond teen as he walked in the front doors of the school. He had almost made it past the school administrator and was more than a little annoyed at facing Vice Principal Steve Barkin so soon.

Ron turned his head and muttered (still not being in a very good mood) while also thinking about flipping off the man who had been bugging him for three and a half year.

Barking growled loudly (enough so that students began to move away from what looked like a showdown at the OK corral from Tombstone, Arizona), "My office…NOW soldier!"

The former running back was still muttering, "I have to get to class. What did I do this time SIR? And can it wait till I at least get my books?"

"No, you clown. Dammit, get your pathetic mamby pamby ass into my office now or you will be in detention until your fiftieth birthday. Move it.", Barkin lowered his voice since Alice Magarth, the Principal had come out of her office with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed across her chest. Even more she was tapping her foot on the polished tile floor.

"Language, Mister Barkin.", she instructed, "Even if these children hear and use that kind of language out of school there is no need to employ it here. We are trying to be civil in this institution. Do YOU understand me? Your voice was clearly heard in the office as well as echoing off the walls enough to startle the students."

"Uh, yes Ma'am. I needed to get a hold of Stoppable. There has been a change in his schedule, and I wanted to give it to him before classes began and make sure he understands what it means.", Barkin immediately lowered his voice as he tried to cover his ass.

"Very well Mister Barkin, but need I remind you that you are on thin ice with young Mister Stoppable. And remember you will be making an appearance before the School Board next month so make sure you have your personal lawyer with you. The date and time will be delivered to you via certified mail."

"Not the union's lawyer, Ma'am?"

"You do not belong to the union since you are in management. Did you not read the terms of your employment contract?", Hippy Alice frowned.

"No Ma'am, I mean yes Ma'am, I did not study the contract that closely. I will. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a student matter to take care of."

"Very well. Take care of that matter, but I do not want to hear your voice loud enough to wake the dead, do you understand me?"

"Yes Ma'am, you made things quite clear."

The vice principal was annoyed that the person directly above him in the school hierarchy had just scolded him. Basically in front of many of the students, but he also knew that there was an investigation going on of him and a certain associate coach that could cost both their jobs, so he knew that he had to keep his big fat trap shut. At least for now until certain members of the school board got themselves unelected.

The blond teen rolled his eyes as he entered Steve Barkin's office. Ron was still upset so he plopped down in the chair in front of the older man's desk right next to his books then propped his feet up not really caring if he pissed his nemesis off in the least.

Seeing how Ron Stoppable was situated, Barkin growled, "On your feet punk! I did not give you permission to sit."

"Good, give me my transcripts, I'm leaving."

"WHAT?"

"Yup, gonna transfer to Lowerton where I might be wanted.", Ron growled as he crossed his feet on the school administrator's desk, "Too bad I'm a senior, I wouldn't mind running your ass into the ground next year."

"Permission denied punk. You are staying here where I can keep my eyes on you."

"Piss on you, I want a week off then."

Barkin then hissed, "Again, denied…Why?"

"Shiva."

Not knowing the term Barkin inquired, "What. Is. Shiva?"

"That is the Jewish term for mourning. I thought you had a college education, SIR? But I guess it didn't take.", Ron shot back as he insulted Steve Barkin's intelligence.

"Your rodent die?", Barkin snarked as he slapped both hands down on his desk trying to intimidate the younger male.

"He did, but this is for my Dad, you imbecile. Rodents aren't Jewish. Anybody with half a brain ought to know that."

At that moment there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Magarth entered. "Your voices are carrying. Mister Stoppable, is there a problem?"

"Yes Ma'am, I need a week from school for traditional mourning in my faith. It's supposed to take a week.", Ron explained, "Mister Barkin seems to have a problem with that."

"Shiva?", she asked for clarification."

"Yes Ma'am. Normally the burial would be held today, but the medical examiner needed time and I had to make the arrangements. The visitation is tomorrow night, I think, and the burial is the following day."

"Granted, but please document it with your Rabbi or the funeral director, I just got back in town. Mrs. King notified me of your situation last night."

Steve Barkin bristled as he argued, "Ma'am this wannabe is gaming the system, if he gets away with it then we will have chaos in the hallways."

"Nonsense Mister Barkin. Mister Stoppable you have the condolences of myself, the staff and the students of Middleton High. You understand that you have to make up all work and tests for the time you are out, do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Mister Barkin, after you give Mister Stoppable his changes to his schedule and notify his instructors about his absence, I will wish to speak with you privately. I will expect you after Homeroom.", Alice then walked back out the door and closed behind her.

After Magarth left Barkin picked up a pile on his desk. He started, "You have a completely new schedule and locker assignment. Doctor Possible wanted you and his daughter separated completely since last summer and this was as fast as I could accommodate him."

"Whatever."

"Who is going to carry your ass now, Stoppable?"

Ron stared at the schedule and asked, "Calculus? I thought to take that you had to pass trig before you could take that? And this science course, isn't that for students who need to get some classes covered before they go to college?"

"Don't worry about those names Stoppable anyway that's your schedule."

"And if I can't pass those two classes?"

"Then, you fail, and you will return to be a football player in the fall.", Barkin smirked.

"Nah, I won't. Even if I fail, I won't be back."

"You have to pass high school…"

"No, I don't, I can pass my GED. I will be eighteen and I don't have to be in school.", Ron Stoppable retorted, "Oh don't worry about getting a hold of my new teachers, I'll do it so you can go ahead and have your little talk with Mrs. Magarth, it sounded important and from her tone I doubt if you want to keep her waiting."

With that Ron rose from his chair and opened the door as he was halfway through, he told the man who had been a thorn in his side for almost four years, "I'm done here at graduation. You can count on that."

With that the former mascot slammed the door shut. He walked past the secretaries and out into the hallway. And made his way to the 'Teachers' Lounge. The blond teen knocked on the door. A large man opened the door and saw who was there. "Ah yes, Mister Stoppable?"

The teen handed the list over and asked, "Are any of these teachers here at the moment? My whole schedule has been changed and I need to notify them that I will be out for the next week and to get my assignments for me."

"Mister Stoppable?", a portly man inquired from inside the room.

"Yes Sir."

"Ah you are my new student. Now what is going on about being out for a week."

"I have a Shiva and it takes a week.", Ron explained.

"Oh, I am sorry. Mister Renton is your friend correct?"

"Yes Sir."

"I will give him your assignments then, so you won't fall far behind."

"Thanks, I uh have to go and notify the others."

"I am sorry, young man, for your loss."

Ron closed the door and head to other classrooms on his list.

"What was that all about Chad?", Simon Steadman inquired.

"Shiva is mourning for Jews. I should check into this, my Stepdad is Jewish. I'll check the newspaper for obits. Anyway, young Mister Stoppable is my new student. I checked on his academic records…he really does not belong in my Calc class. Barkin called me last night and told me that he was coming in. And I've heard that Barkin plays games with students.", the teacher who wasn't tenured related.

"Barkin is an ass and he does, so what do you think is going on?"

"I don't know and I'm not on tenure yet so it is best that I do not cross anyone. Maybe Stoppable is better than he seems."

"I can check for you, I've been here longer than that asswipe Barkn has been."

"Thanks Simon, I appreciate this. Something tells me that I am going to get caught in the middle and I'll end up losing my job here."

Steadman looked at his fellow teacher in the eyes, "One thing they don't teach you in school…"

"What's that?"

"Cover you ass, document everything. Record talks with the kid and Barkin. One of these days someone is going to jail. Make sure it isn't you.", Simon advised.

"I will do that…"

"One more thing."

"Yeah?", the younger teacher inquired.

Steadman lowered his voice, "Make sure you put everything in a secure safe and don't tell anyone that you have the data."

"Why's that?"

"Chad, I had a friend who went in the witness protection program. After he told me not to worry…he told me why he had to disappear."

X

The former Mad Dog pushed the door open and was met with a gust of wind in his face. 'I haveta meet with the funeral director then meet with our insurance…Dad this had better not be one of those 'this is our way of telling you things.' Of course, Ron knew better, the blood on Dean Stoppable's body wasn't fake.

Then the blond teen pulled a stocking cap out of his pocket and pulled down over his ears as he trudged towards his Mother's car. 'I hope to hell Mom doesn't get mad when I tell her about me driving her car. I sure don't want to walk everywhere to get all this stuff done and I wouldn't want to carry Hanna to the hospital to visit Mom either.'

Pulling up the collar of his coat to avoid at least some snow, Ron hurried to his Mom's car and got in.

XX

Kim opened her locker. And hearing another locker open up, she checked to see how her friend, Ron Stoppable, was doing. The red head stopped with her mouth half open; the automatic greeting almost left her mouth when she realized someone else was opening her sidekick's locker.

She recognized the junior, "Uh Tony, what are you doing in Ron Stoppable's locker?"

"Huh, oh uh, hi Kim.", he nervously replied. Gesturing to the locker, "They gave me this locker when I got here this morning. I guess Stoppable and I traded, but I don't know why.", the now anxious junior answered

"Have you seen him?", the cheerleader inquired.

"Him, who?"

"Ron. Ron Stoppable.", Kim huffed, "Something is going on in his life and I am concerned since I've been his friend most of my life."

"Uh, yeah Kim, he got here early, and he put his stuff in my old locker and then he had to run down his new schedule…At least that's what he said."

Stunned at this news, "New schedule? What are you talking about?", the heroine inquired.

"Yeah something about a new schedule and classes and shit, but he didn't say anything more about it. Though he seemed pissed for some reason. Do you know what's going on?"

Sighing, "Me? How would I know anything, Tony?" Rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Thanks for letting me know that the world might crapped on Ron…Again.", Kim said as she slammed her locker closed and walked towards Home Room where she knew Mister Barkin would be taking roll call in a few minutes.

Monique Jenkins met Kim as they both got to the first class. Kim inquired, "Moni, have you seen Ron?"

"I have not, and I am still a little miffed at him…"

"Moni let it go. I told you Ron's under stress and I've just heard his schedule has been changed and I don't know what's going on."

"Maybe they put him in special class for all the dummies, GF.", Monique chuckled.

Kim's cheeks turned a little red, "Some other guy was using Ron's locker before class and he said that he and Ron had switched for some reason that he didn't know about."

"Relax Kim, I'm sure they have a good reason to move Stoppable around. Barkin should know about those reasons and he should tell you. You can ask after class."

"But what if he doesn't, 'Nique?"

"Then you can a get hold of Stoppable after extra currics at the end of the day."

"I guess I could just call him on his Kimmunicator…"

"And he may not answer. Some of the teachers don't want even cell phones on in class."

Sighing in frustration, "I'll have Wade track Ron down after class and see him at lunch, then.", the red head replied as the two very pretty females entered the classroom.

Five minutes later:

A still irritated Steve Barkin entered the classroom and shouted, "Quiet down, children!"

He began to call off students' names for attendance. Some of them began looking around after the school administrator did not call Ron Stoppable's name. After the gruff school official was done Kim asked, "Mister Barkin?"

"Yes, Miss Possible?"

"I didn't see Ron at his locker this morning and you didn't call his name in home room, what is going on?"

Barkin frowned, "Is Stoppable your last name?"

"No…"

"Then it is none of your business, is it Possible?"

"He's my partner, if you remember, Mister Barkin, if something is wrong, I need to be included in that information, sir."

"Then you should be able to get a hold of that lazy idiot outside of class, Possible. He should be able to tell you. Even that lowlife should be smart enough for that."

Kim Possible's eyes narrowed as Tara King raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss King?", Barkin snapped at the daughter of one of the school board members; the buffoon and the red head had 'pushed' his buttons. The flat-topped school administrator then softened his tone, "What do you need?"

"I can confirm that Ron Stoppable's Father passed away at the hospital. I don't think 'lazy idiot' or 'lowlife' is appropriate, don't you?", the blonde inquired as Bonnie Rockwaller looked on. The brunette knew that if Steve Barkin disparaged the former running back any further, her friend would simply report him. And since the school administrator was already set to appear before the board with his lawyer, said school board may not look kindly at the remarks Barkin had made in the previous forty seconds. The teal-eyed brunette also knew that she was going to have to bring daddy in on this.

Kim Possible grumbled to herself as she glanced that the chair that her sidekick used to sit in.

Kim was brought out of her thoughts when Barkin announced, "Class, you are assigned a five-thousand-word essay on the procedures of addressing staff at Middleton High, I suggest you get started on it because it is due tomorrow."

Bonnie asked, "Is this punishment or is this extra credit Mister Barkin? If I remember this is homeroom where we take daily attendance and get notified of upcoming events and such. The only time you have assigned work like this was to punish Stoppable for some minor infraction as you viewed it."

"Miss Rockwaller…that assignment is now ten thousand words, proper spelling and grammar…"

"Yes Sir, and we understand the punishment assignment. I am waiting for a proper response. I asked you a proper question and so has Tara and Kim. We were not disrespectful, and we are simply asking a question you should have an answer to concerning the welfare of one of the members of our student body.", Bonnie smiled with that special 'barracuda' grin she used.

The flat-topped school administrator frowned as the class of seniors narrowed their eyes at him. He knew his temper had gotten the best of him. Again.

XXX

Inglass and Klanker Funeral Home:

"May I help you.", a middle aged brunette asked Kim Possible's sidekick as he walked into her office.

"Uh, yeah. I'm sorta new at this and I'm looking for a funeral home. My Dad just passed away and Rabbi Katz recommended you."

The lady rose to her feet and asked, "Would you like some water or a cup of coffee? My name is Monica Klanker, my husband, Jeff, is the director here."

"Uh…Ron, Ron Stoppable. And coffee, please.", the sometimes-snarky teen responded.

"Oh, this concerning Dean Stoppable? Bernie called late last night to let us know you might be coming in for assistance."

"Yeah, my Dad's name is Dean.", Ron half smiled as he took the offered cup.

"I am sorry for your loss. And if you don't mind me asking, where is your Mother? It would be best if she were present while we discussed arrangements.", Monica asked as she motioned for Ron to sit.

"Uh, well, Mom's in the hospital…in a coma, so there really isn't anyone but me to make the call on what to do. I mean I'm gonna talk more with my Rabbi, but right now I want to make sure I have as much covered as I can but I don't know where to start…It's, ah, sorta new to me.", the now patriarch of the Stoppable family in Middleton explained.

"How old are you, Ron?", Monica inquired, she knew this was going to be hard and was pretty sure she would have to probably have to make some decisions herself since the young man in front of her looked lost.

"Uh, seventeen. I'm uh still in high school till late this spring.", Ron informed her.

"Ron, I am going to take you downstairs, at this point I am not going to try and sell you anything, but I want to show you and give you information so you can make intelligent decisions."

"Yeah, I guess that's a good idea Monica.", Ron replied as he downed the cup of Joe.

XXX

Felix, Zita and Justine were sitting in class waiting for it to begin. The blonde genius lowered her voice, "Listen, Stoppable's Dad passed away and at the moment he needs support more than he did."

"Dammit,", the wheelchair bound boy muttered, "why didn't Ron call me, I can help…"

Justine's voice was still lowered as the rest of the student for the Honors Math class were streaming in, "There's a few of us that have Stoppable's sorry can covered, but we are going to need a lot of help."

Zita frowned as she glanced around, "Does Ron need money?"

"No, I don't think so. There was some trouble with the insurance. The Stoppables use the same company for Health, Auto, Home and Life since Mister Stoppable was longtime friends with the agent.", Justine informed them.

"Trouble with insurance just as this stuff was going down?", Zita scoffed, "Something stinks to high heaven."

"Zita, it could be a coincidence.", Felix got out as the teacher entered the room.

"I don't believe in coincidences boyfriend. Maybe we'd better start asking people.", the Latina suggested.

"We could listen and ask questions on the internet in chat, we might find something out there.", Felix said as their teacher started writing on the blackboard.

XXX

Global Justice:

Top Agent Will Du rubbed his eyes. He had been on duty three hours before he had spoken with Ron Stoppable and introduced the teen to the special suit which would allow Kim Possible's sidekick to be in close proximity to his boss in the crime fighting team.

The eyepatch wearing leader of Global Justice shook her head as she walked up behind Du, when he rubbed his eyes and then picked up a large mug that had steam coming off it. "You could have let one of your team leaders handle the con while you got some shuteye Will."

"Ma'am, I like to make sure I am there and ready to go when I am on duty…"

"And whose shift did you take?"

"McClughton's Ma'am, her child was ill…"

"I understand Will, we have to get more people qualified you know. You and I cannot do it all.", she chided him.

"Yes Ma'am, and to that end I was going over applicants' qualifications. Some are very decent and with some training I think that they could begin to take over some of the responsibilities as long as one of us is nearby in case something happens."

"Good. Have…"

"I have identified twelve for consideration Doctor Director, even if we only take six of those it would decrease our workload dramatically and make us more efficient."

"Good, I would like to review those files…"

"Ma'am, they are sitting in your Inbox. Of course, we need have them come in for interviews and subject them to tests, background checks and…"

"I know the procedures Will, I wrote them. You are relieved from the watch. Meet me back in my office at eighteen-thirty hours for a briefing with General Cree."

"Yes, Ma'am eighteen-thirty hours in your office. I stand relieved.", Will repeated as he gave a small salute and exited the 'Bridge'. And, after checking some of the workstations, left the Command Center to go back to his billet.

"Agent Miers?", Betty asked.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Please scan the Middleton camera system and locate the vehicle Ronald Stoppable is using.", she told the younger agent.

"Yes Ma'am, but you understand to do this I have to log the request and to do so I have to get a reason for the request.", Angie replied.

"I understand. Mister Stoppable is under some stress and him being an asset I would like to keep an eye on him. I know he is going to have to accomplish several things in the next few days and I want to keep an eye on him for his welfare.", Doctor Director answered.

The agent typed quickly onto the spread sheet in on her computer while she said, "Scanning now."

X

Twelve minutes later:

"I have a visual on a Barbara Stoppable's auto at a funeral home on seventh street.", the female agent intoned, "Based on information that I have, both parents are in the hospital which leads me to the conclusion that their Son is driving it."

Betty Director had read through the report on Dean Stoppable's death and muttered, "It makes sense." Then louder, "Go on with the observation and record it under a Beta Class Password. Also, run a background check on that mortuary. I don't want this to go more oblong than it already has."

"Yes Ma'am. Recording, and the recording is now classified and restricted as to who is able to watch it. Estimated time of the report is two hours."

"Very good, please continue."

XXX

Middleton High:

"Okay Dave, where is Stoppable?", Tank Woodson inquired over his tray at lunch.

"I heard from Liz that Ron basically told Barkin he wouldn't be in for a week because he had to plan for his Dad's funeral. Tara told her. She found out from Bonnie who has the whole damned school wired.", Alberts added.

Tank chuckled, "Yes she does, and she hasn't snarked on Stoppable since he found her one night and got her to the hospital. Whata change of heart."

"Well she's better, but I'm not sure about her old man…"

"He's still an A-hole Dave. The best thing you can do is make it seem like you're worthless to him…That is if you don't wanna spend the next five years in Middleton going through high school again.", Tank advised.

"He wouldn't want that; my Uncle would spill on national TV. Just think of the shitstorm it would cause, I'd even bet Congress would start hearings."

Woodson smiled widely and inquired, "Why is that?

Dave grinned, "Just think about what the press coverage would be like, one this damned state has never seen before."

"Then we can always hope Dave. I'll call Stoppable after school to see if he needs some company…You guys have been carrying the load and I think Curt and I need to step up."

"Thanks Tank, but Liz is good at this…wanna know who else is?"

The former linebacker looked puzzled and shrugged his shoulders.

Dave continued, "Flanner."

"Mike's old lady?"

"She's my age, but yeah. The smart girl's good at it."

"Damn, the two Mels will be happy about that."

"Is that any way to talk about your wife?", Dave asked.

"It's how they refer to themselves QB.", Woodson countered.

XX

"Wade?", Kim asked from the computer in her locker.

"Yeah Kim, what's going on?"

"Where's Ron?"

"Let me check, I got his new chip into him and it was working just fine…" Kim could hear Wade typing. Then he said.

"He's at his insurance agent…Then, checking the last couple hours…he was at a mortuary. You know his Dad passed away and I guess he's making arrangements."

Sighing, "This has to be hard on him Wade. When he's free, try to contact him for me…I…I can watch his Sister while he's at the hospital.", Kim offered.

"I think…well I'm not sure, but Ron had made arrangements with the daycare at the hospital. They have one that's around the clock every day of the year.", Wade informed the teen heroine.

"They do?"

"Yeah, one of your cheer buds works in there."

Kim nodded, "Yeah, Tara does. She usually is there on Sundays and holidays."

"Shift workers like it because if any kind of medical emergency comes up, they know their kids will be safe.", Wade explained.

"I didn't know…"

"Ron talked to his insurance company and they said they would cover daycare. It was something his Dad put into a policy this year in case something happened."

"I guess it was a good thing Wade, listen I'll contact you later at least I feel better now in a kind of nauseating way."

"Later Kim, I'll keep track of Ron."

XXX

Klein Insurance:

"Hey Mister Klein.", Ron greeted his Father's friend.

"Please sit Ronald." After the teen did the older man inquired, "I know dealing with all this is overwhelming, but how are your parents?"

"Uh, sir, Mom seems to be getting better. She might wake up in a couple of days.", the former running back responded.

"That's good news. Now, how is your Father? I went up a couple days ago and spoke with him…"

"Dad died on the operating table yesterday sir. That's sorta why I'm here. I don't have a death certificate yet, but I stopped by the funeral home and…"

Marvin Klein leaned back in his office chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stayed that way for a few minutes until Ron asked, "Sir? Are you alright?"

Sighing sadly, "I should be asking you the same, Ronald. I told you before that Dean and I had gone to college together. We roomed together for three years. Our wives knew each other. We have been close friends for years, so this news hits me very hard. I have to call Cindy once we are done here…She's been up to see your Mother…"

"I'm sorry sir. Listen, I can come back later…"

"No, no…sigh, I've done this before. Dean was my friend. You are family. Now you mentioned something about the death certificate. Don't worry, I will take care of that for you Ronald. Have you checked out a funeral home yet?"

"Yes, sir Inglass and Klanker. I have some things taken care of, but not the service, pallbearers and stuff…"

"Good about the mortuary, I was going to suggest them. I see Bernie has been talking to you."

"Yeah, he did…how did you know?"

Marvin half grinned, "While I am Methodist, Cindy is Jewish. We go to the other synagogue since it's closer to our house. Now get yourself to the hospital. I will take care of some of the arrangements if that's alright with you."

"Yes, sir…"

"Oh, I'll get a hold of Klanker and start with all of that. I'll also get Cindy to start notifying friends and relatives, Dean was well thought of."

"Thanks…"

"Go see your Mom, Ronald."

The blond teen turned and opened the door to the office and walked out.

When he left the older man picked up his phone and punched in some numbers. "Bernie?" he asked, "What is going on with Dean?"

"Are you sitting down Marvin?", from the other end of the call.

XXX

Middleton Memorial Hospital:

"Hey Mom, I'm back.", the teen told the sleeping woman as he put his hand on her arm.

"Things have been a little rough since we last talked…Uh Dad, Dad passed away you know and now with Rufus being gone and now in class…they've pulled me out of any classes that Kim and I had together…sigh…it's almost like someone is trying to ruin my life, though they wouldn't have had to go very far after Kim forgot what we had."

The teen wiped his sleeve over his eyes, "It's starting to get to me. At least I still have you and lil intruder. A lot of my friends have been helping out too, taking care of Sis. I guess I had more than I ever thought that I would this many. Finally, a senior in high school and I have some friends. Who woulda thought it?"

"I'm gonna have to get going Mom, I have to clean the house after I get Hanna to bed or you're gonna take a switch to me for being lazy…and I have a bunch of new classes too. I have no idea how I am going to pass calculus or that heavy science class either."

Ron patted his Mom's hand then rose to his feet wearily and then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. He then walked to the elevator and pushed the down button. He had to pick up his sister and go home. It had been only a few days since had returned from Japan and he felt he'd be happier if he was getting the stuffing stomped out of him instead of what he was going through at the moment.

X

Stoppable home:

"There he is Felix.", Zita pointed as they saw the sedan pulling into the driveway.

As Ron drove into the garage (after the door opened) he noticed his ex-girlfriend getting out of the van that pulled in driveway just behind him. Ron smiled as he got Hanna out of her seat and carried her and her bag into the house, leaving the door open so she and Felix could follow. He called out, "Come on in, guys."

Zita helped her boyfriend out of the van and pushed his chair and Felix up into the garage (room for that since Dean Stoppable's car was totaled…AN)

"Hey Ron, I got some stuff for you to look at once you get settled down.", the wheelchair bound young man told Ron as he entered.

"Homework already? Just set it on an end table.", Ron quipped as he began to get the munchkin out of her snow suit.

"Yeah, you are gonna love a couple of classes Ron.", Felix laughed.

"You mean even if I can understand it?"

Zita butt in, "We will help you, some of this stuff is hard even for me."

"Expect my skinny ass to fail, then."

Zita's eyes narrowed as she closed the door, "No way you are going to fail, Ron…"

"When am I going to find time to study?", the blond inquired.

"We will make time.", she responded.

"Yeah, but I am going to hold off I was going to get Han some dinner and then she and I are going to the grocery store before supplies run low."

"I'll fix her food and you can go shopping.", the Latina offered. "While I am doing that, Felix can watch her."

Ron picked Hanna up and checked the front and back of her diaper, "I'll be gone anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour…"

Felix picked up the tyke, "I didn't block you in. Do you have money?"

"Yeah, I'll get some. In return I'll fix you guys dinner.", Ron offered as he walked into the kitchen and motioned for Zita to follow him.

Ron quickly looked in the fridge and got out a bottle of milk. He then when to the dishwasher and removed all the baby bottles, nipples and caps. He then opened a cupboard and removed three bottles of baby food. He then got out a microwave safe bowl, opened the jars, removed most of their contents and put them in the bowl.

"Damn Stoppable, you are efficient. If I had known this, I wouldn't have dropped you.", Zita told him.

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Ron instructed as he was pushed out the door, "Hanna gets a bath at seven thirty and she gets a bottle right before bed and she might have to be changed…"

"I know what to do Stoppable, I am a middle child with three younger than me…Now go do your shopping and I'll turn the oven on in a half hour.", Zita responded.

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Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, James and Anne Possible and all the rest of the 'canon' characters in the show 'Kim Possible' belong to Bob, Mark and the Disney Corporation and not me nor CajunBear73. It's just a hobby for us, but we are trying to get kickbacks from the liquor industry.

We'll see ya down the road,

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