Power of an Amazon

This next chapter is going to be about Dr Betty Director, probably a bit more ooc than many would like but I do think it's going to be quite fun. I am sorry that it's coming so late again. To be perfectly honest I'm having a lot more trouble writing these than I thought I would and having to suddenly move apartments certainl didn't help. Thank you for your patience.

A quick note to the reader's who are upset about my charater assassination of James, again I do have a plan for him and no it has nothing to do with any other canon men. The next chapter is going to go further into it so I'm hoping to really nail what I was originally trying to withit.

And to the reviewer who said that it was, "Oozing with juvenile teen hormone fantasy" I agree, that was the whole point of this fic. Just an old writer trying to dip his toes back into writing with a silly if slightly raunchy story. BTW I'm working on my spelling, my computer doesn't have spell check and I don't want to shell out for Microsoft just yet.

I'm Looking into writing other stories again, as well as finishing a couple of my other unfinished works so be on the look out for that and I'll let y'all decide between Naruto, My Hero Academia, Resident Evil or just focus on what I already have.

With all that out of the way, Please. Read Review and Enjoy!

Chapter4; Dr Betty Director

Dr Director smiled at the sound of a body colliding with the wall and the grumbled curse of said body as he got back to his feet. Ron Stoppable got back to his feet a good five seconds faster than yesterday, a testiment of the progress he was making in his training with her.

Six months he had been staying behind after missions so that he could be better and in those six months he had been beaten black and blue, thrown into and sometimes threw the walls, and more time than he could count was pushed to the point that Betty felt the need to call her plant in the school to have him excused for the first two or three classes, bless Barkin.

That wasn't to say that the six months hadn't been benificial to the growing lad, Ron was certainly stronger and faster than he had been before. His skills in Tai Shin Pek Kwar had been progressing far beyond what she had been expecting, leading Betty to think the mythicisim and magic that she had read abouth said dicipline might be more real than she was confortable with. Oh well.

"You're doing well Stoppable," Betty said as she back stepped from the flying kick he had aimed at her chest. After a quick, yet violent, snatch of his ankle she all but playfully spun and slammed the young man into the ground.

"The fractured rib and shattered pride says otherwise..." Ron groaned, not even bothing to lift his face from the mat it was lodged in.

"I think it's about time to tag me in Ron," Kim said, doing everything in her power to not laugh, she was failing of course but she was at least trying. She immediatly regreted it when he unexpectedly tapped her hand and Betty grabbed her by the seat of her pants and chuck her across the room.

Betty was rather fond of Kim Possible, seeing a lot of herself in the girl, but her main interest lately had been Stoppable. The Ron Factor project had been active for well over a year and a half at this point and she had seen more than enough to know that Stoppable was capable of far more than even he knew.

While Kim was only ever able to admit it to the boy himself Betty knew that Possible wouldn't have been able to do even half of what she had with out him, and in return he wouldn't have been able to do much of anything without her. The two were codependent in a way, openly feeding each other rather than being fed on.

As unfortunate as it was Betty was doing everything she could to break that codependance. Team Possible would always be a unit but if they were going to work for Global Justice like Kim wanted they would need to also be independant. It was a great surprise to see that Ron was the easier of the two to encourage independance. It had only been in the last week or so that Possible had been joining the training and Betty was pretty sure it had to do with the sleep over incident.

Grabbing Stoppable by the scruff of his shirt Betty pulled him up and asked, "Ready for round five?" She had to bite her tounge to keep from giggling at the sour look on his face.

"Get back to me when my lungs remember it's 'inhale-exhale' and not 'exhale-exhale- colapse' and I'll be able to properly beg for mercy." Ron said in a playfully sarcastic tone, it earned him a drop to the floor of course but Betty actually did laugh.

"Mercy is for the weak Stoppable," Betty growled playfully as she dodged a kick from Kim and struck her twick in the back and dropping her to the ground, "and inspite your whining, you two are certainly far from weak."

Still struggling slightly to breathe as he got back to his feet and back into his fighting stance, "Alright, alright. One more good beating then." With that the two were off.

Kim, still lightly dazed, could only watch in awe once again as Dr Director and Ron seemed to be danced around one another. As much as she hated to admit it Kim had known from the first time he had used that strange fighting style that Ron was so naturally gifted that she could never hope to keep up. After all, there was a reason that she could only really learn and never master. Fist met block, kick met palm thrust, an attempted arm lock was met with a spinning back kick. It was equal parts beautiful and terrifing.

With one final Full Nelson, Ron found himself once again on the ground and frantically trying to tap out. "Uncle! Uncle!"

Rather than emediatly letting go, Betty leaned in and whisptered into his ear, "What's wrong Stoppable? Am I too much woman for you?" As she said this she gently ground herself against him, just having a little fun with him and his no doubt running hormones.

"Definately," Ron said without an ounce of shame, and even a little smirk, "Not to say that I'm not enjoying this, I'm just greatful that I'm face down."

If Betty was any younger of a woman she would have been blushing a storm, unfortunatly for Stoppble she wasn't. "Now now," she purred as she pulled him up into a back bend, "Let's not give anyone any ideas, fun as they might be."

The clearing of a throat drew both of their attention to the now standing red head in the room, eyebrow raised and foot tapping. "I'm sure you both are having fun but we need to get going Ron. We still have that US history test on friday and we both know that you haven't studied for it."

"I have too studied for it," Ron said slightly indignant at her accusation, spot on as it might be.

"Who was the 22nd president and what was he best known for?" Betty asked playfully. There was a pause, followed by Ron gumbling something as he walked off with Kim. "Have fun you two,"

Seeing the tube drag the crime fighters away Betty walked back into her office to catch up on her true greatest enemy, paperwork. Diving into expence reports and the odd personal report she found herself doing it again. She was thinking of Ron.

The lives of every member of the Direcror family had not been easy. Having come from a family so heavily in the armed forces, and being a globe trotter because of it, both Betty and her brother Sheldon didn't really have any time for outside relationships. Mild favortism aside Betty was pretty sure that it was this that really pushed her bother into Villainy.

Teenage years waisted on drills and random missions had kept Betty from making any meaningful friends, ironincally enough her closest being Steven Barkin of all people. It was both sad and hilarious how closely the lives of Betty and Kim actually mirrored each other, teen superheros who spent their youth fighting crimes was a male sidekick that was seldom paid attention to.

That said Ron and Steven's personallitys couldn't be more opposite. Even as a child Steven was serious and quiet with the only real quirk being his mild obssesion with mutated weinerdogs and his pride in being the den mother of the most succesful Fireside troup around. The little muggers get most of GJ every year with those damn tasty muffins. Just like Betty herself Steven had grown up in a military family and had spent his youth emulating his parents, her parents, and oddly enough Frank Burns from "M*A*S*H*" 'But actually compitent.'

Now in their early 40s the two could only just meet each other once or twice a week for a drink before she had to get back to her back log of paperwork and he had to get back to grading papers and scouting for possible new recrutes. "Most of them may be dumb as a brick but at least failed football players make for good solders." Betty said as she pulled up the file of Brick Flagg.

That said, Ron was better.

It was actually annoying to Betty how infatuated she had become with the young man, she knew full well that she would never have the time to spend on him even if he did somehow return her feelings. At most she'd get a few rolls in the hay, a lunch made daily just for her... a warm body to holder at night that still wanted to be there in the morning... Someone who could look at her and see Betty Director the woman, not Dr Director the leader.

Before she could further fall down the rabbit hole of self loathing and doubt a tube reapeared and said blonde teen fell out of it. "Damnit!" he growled as he got back to his feet, "One day! One day I will figure out how to use that tube and not fall on my ass!"

"What's up Stoppable," Betty asked as she smirked, "You forget something?"

"Yeah actually," He said as he pulled his backpack open and grabbed a few tupperware containers, "I remember you saying that you loved BBQ and I hosted one of the Possibles yesterday for the tweebs getting off on light charges,"

"I still can't believe they were able to hijack all of those robots..."

"Oh come on, they're 12 and it was an accident." Ron tried to defend.

"But the judge wanted to try them as adults." Betty countered.

"Back to the matter at hand," Ron shifted, not really wanting to think of just how close the two came to federal prison, "I thought that you'd enjoy some brisket and ribs. I'm trying some new rubs and I think you'll like them. I also threw in some sides."

"Thank you Ron, but I think this might be a bit much," Betty said with a laugh, but none the less excepting the food. She was gracious, not stupid.

Ron smiled as he pulled out a few more containers, "Think nothing of my, besides we both know you probably forgot to pack a lunch," As if to reinstate his point Betty's stomach began to growl.

"Don't you say a word," Betty pouted lightly, not liking being called out, "and thank you. This really helps me out. With all our government funding you'd think at least some of it would go to food that isn't canned or heavily processed."

"Dream big Betty, dream big," Ron laughed as the tube sucked him up again.

"Dream big, huh?" Betty said as she walked back to her deck and looked at the digital calender, typing in a particular date in and setting it as a priority 1. "I can do that," There were several factors that needed to be acounted for, more than likely a few comprimises that would be made, but yes. Dr Betty Director would in fact 'Dream Big'.