January 2006 Kim Possible Short Fanfiction Contest

[taechunsa]

Two days left and only two stories submitted. There seems to be less interest this time around, but I will wait and see.

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

I'll have mine in tonight/tomorrow after my hubby betas it... promise!

[cloudmonet]

I think it was a bit too soon after the first contest for a lot of folks. Or maybe the topic was uninspiring? I thought it was an okay idea. You could try polling a number of possible themes, then do a contest with the winner...

On the other hand, most of the entries to the first contest popped in close to the end.

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

my widdle entry...

Testing The Waters
By Sheryl Nantus

Rated: G, with Kim/Ron shipping therein. You have been warned.


"Hey, Dr. P!" Ron grinned as the door opened. "Just came on by for our after-mission snackage."

"Hi, Ron. Come on in!" The redheaded surgeon turned back to the mirror on the wall, checking her earrings. "She's still in the shower, believe it or not. What did you two fall into?"

"Ah…" The lanky teenager rubbed the back of his head. "It was some sort of goo that Dementor had sitting around for his dogs to eat. Pretty sticky stuff."

She wrinkled her nose. "Pretty smelly too. Kim told me to burn that set of mission clothes and that rarely happens."

"My mother just suggested more deoderant." Ron lifted one arm, sniffing his armpit. "'Course, I didn't get as wet as she did."

"Because you pulled her in as you were climbing out?"

Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pant pocket, laughing and chittering as he ran up and onto the blushing teenager's shoulder.

"I thought so." The doctor picked up her briefcase. "The twins are at work with their father, so just make yourself at home on the couch until Kim comes on down." She looked at him directly, a slight smile on her face. "They will be back in approximately one hour. Approximately, as in don't be caught in any compromising positions if you choose to remain in the house for your 'after-mission snackage'."

"Ah… yeah. Okay." Ron slid by the grinning woman, staring at the ground. "Message received."

"Good. See you later!" She closed the door behind her.

"You know, it's not like I did it on purpose." Ron walked into the living room. "I mean, I would have gotten out on my own eventually."

"Hmph." Rufus shook his head as the teenager sat down on the sofa. "Idunnatinso."

"Well, it distracted Dementor long enough for Kim to close that hatch." He responded, picking up a magazine from the table. "Hmm."

The naked molerat hopped down, staring at the page with a confused look.

"'Is He Right For You? Ten Easy Questions Your Man Needs To Answer Before You Get Serious.'" Ron frowned. "Pretty heavy for a fashion magazine, right?"

Rufus shrugged, then headed for the ever-present bowl of stale popcorn. He popped up with both cheeks filled just in time to see Ron flip through the magazine, stopping at the quiz.

"Okay, let's see how the Ronster stacks up." Leaning back he spread his arms across the back of the sofa, puffing out his chest. "Number One. Does he know your favorite color?" Ron tapped his chin. "Blue."

His animal companion frowned, shaking his head.

"Red?"

Rufus sighed, munching on another piece of popcorn.

"Well, colors aren't my strong suit." His eyes moved down the page. "Number Two. Does he know your favorite flower?" The teenager tapped his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. "That'd be orchids, right?"

The molerat dove down into the bowl with an exasperated sigh.

"Tulips? Roses?" The lanky teenager began to chew on his lower lip. "It's probably purple, anyway..."

A pink blob slithered up onto the stack of popcorn.

"Her favorite food?" He beamed. "Nacos!"

Another sigh came from the bowl, muffled behind a mouthful of food.

"Okay, it's MY favorite food, but Kim likes it too. Right?"

The naked molerat finally appeared at the edge of the bowl, jumping down onto the table with a puffed kernel in each hand. Shoving the popcorn into his mouth he shook his head at Ron.

"Okay, it's best of ten." A tone of panic crept into his voice. "And I've already flubbed three."

The redhead looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, smiling as she drew the brush through her hair one last time. "Next time he's getting out on his own." She wrinkled her nose at the remembered smell. "That was just too nasty for words."

Looking down she nodded her approval to the fresh clothing, consisting of a light blue pair of pants and a pink t-shirt. "Good thing I keep extra sets of mission clothes." Satisified with her appearance she trotted out of the bathroom. "And Ron's been waiting for so long…"

Taking the stairs two at a time she landed at the entrance, smiling as she walked into the living room.

"YourfavoriteshowisAgonyCountyandIthinkyourfavoritecolorispinkexceptwhenitsblueandI'mtheworstboyfriendintheworld!" Ron collaped at her feet in an exhausted tangle of arms and legs, gasping for air.

Rufus shook his head, sitting in the empty bowl.

"What are you talking about?" Reaching down she pulled him to his feet, brushing small pieces of crushed popcorn from his shirt.

"This!" He grabbed up the magazine from the table. "It says that I don't know anything about you!"

"Ron…" Leading him to the couch she sat down beside him. Taking the magazine in one hand the redhead flipped through the pages. "Is this what's bugging you?"

The pink molerat ran up on the tearful teenager's shoulder, nodding frantically.

"Oh, Ron." Kim tossed the magazine over her shoulder. "You should know better than to believe anything some silly quiz has to say."

"But it says…"

"I know what it could say. But I know you." Reaching over she took his hands in hers. "Whatever else you're always there for me." The redhead chuckled. "Remember when Shego slashed through the straps on my jetpack?"

He nodded, looking down. "Long way down."

"And if you hadn't been there to catch me it would have been pretty bad." The teenager exhaled. "Pretty bad."

"Uhhuhuhhuh." Rufus chattered.

"And when I couldn't make it to the talent show you filled in for me." Kim smiled again. "And then sung your project live on national television."

"Got a B-Minus for it."

"Exactly." She got to her feet, pulling him up. "So I don't care if you know what televison show I like or what boy group I'm into this week or whatever as long as you're there for me when it counts." Her eyes met his. "And you've never let me down so far."

"And I never will." Ron moved closer, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Aw." Rufus sniffled, sitting on the edge of the popcorn bowl.

Suddenly a loud rumbling filled the air, startling them. Ron pulled back and looked down.

"Whoa. Batteries need a major recharge, KP."

"Post-mission snackage, then." The teenager reached down, allowing Rufus to run up her arm and leap across to Ron's shoulder. "Just promise me you won't do any more quizzes, 'kay?"

"Can I quote you to Mr. Barkin?"

"No."

*************

[zaratan]

That was cute. A little brief, but cute.

[cloudmonet]

And here come the stories.

Aers is a master of short shorts! They're not that easy to do well. And she has a very original interpretation of the topic. I never would've thought of that, despite Ron doing something similar in "Ron the Man."

I'm not sure I know what Kim's favorite color is, actually. Her room decor suggests pink, but this may or may not be her choice; she only occasionally wears pink. And favorite food? She was tired of Bueno Nacho in "Steal Wheels," but I'm not sure what else she'd prefer to eat. She prefers to be with Ron, and she'll often do what he wants to do, which makes it a little hard for him to know what she'd otherwise prefer to do, unless he thinks of asking.

[surforst]

Not another Essay!
By Surforst
Disclaimer: I own nothing ;D
Rated: K+

I.

Kim sighed as she shuffled yet another paper around on her desk her hand already stinging from writer’s cramp. Her hand was smeared lightly with the blue ink of her pen and her red hair was now demanding her attention to a very high degree. ‘Focus Possible the test won’t complete itself’. Why teachers thought it was necessary to assign essay tests would forever irk her. The fact that she could see out of the corner of her eye Ron happily scribbling away didn’t help her mood.

Sighing she read the next essay question over again. ‘In The Oraculum the main heroine has difficulty expressing her feelings to her childhood companion. Explain in your own thoughts why this would be and include references from the above text.’ Just great! Yet another pointless question to cause yet another easily avoidable headache. She was convinced Mike may be right in his assessment that all English teachers were the spawn of Satan. Then again Mike wasn’t exactly the type of guy to take sane advice from something he pointed out himself on various occasions.

‘Now why would the main character be hesitant to confess her feelings?’ Kim raised her pencil to her mouth and started to lightly chew on the end unaware of her nervous habit. ‘Well the fact that she was aware that she would die at an early age must not have helped. That would kind of ruin the romantic mood but I doubt that’s the only reason. Why wouldn’t someone confess their feelings to their child hood friend?’ A slight blush crept over Kim face as she stared back down at the paper.

‘Ron!’ Kim closed her eyes remembering that time a couple of months ago when he got sick. How she had gently stroked his cheek and hair while he slept. Then the kiss and the expressing of the words of love that followed. It had felt good but when she imagined doing that while Ron was awake something in her just cringed. What guy after all would want her for a girlfriend? ‘After all Ron’s going to want a girl who’s normal not some freak fighter.’

Sighing she looked back down at the paper an answer she didn’t want suddenly coming to mind. ‘The reason why she didn’t want to tell him her feelings is because any sane guy would run away screaming.’ A guy after all could do better then a girl whose whole life was dedicated to fight evil be it the annoying villain type or the destroy the world type. Why risk the one friend you truly have on a hopeless cause.

Kim allowed her head to drop slightly as she continued to stare at the paper. ‘How can I write that down?’ It was best to come up with a stupid answer and be done with it. Fake it like Mike always suggested after all teachers never truly read these things. Somehow she questioned Mike’s logic on that one but when in doubt go with what you got.

II.

"So KP how did you do?" Ron leaned lightly against his locker as Kim tried to shuffle her books around. Frowning slightly in his direction she shoved her copy of the book in harder.

"Not that good I guess?" Ron smile had faded into a slight worried look. This brought on a whole new feeling of guilt on Kim.

‘Get your head in the game Possible and stop worrying your best friend.’

"Except for the bit about my hand falling off I’m fine Ron. Same old same old."

"That look didn’t say ‘I’m fine’ Kim now did it?" Kim looked up in his brown chocolate eyes.

"No big Ron I did fine." Kim finally done with the task of stuffing swung her locker closed. She winced when it made a larger booming nose then she expected. "Anyway what did you put down for that one question?"

"Which?" His eyes rose in confusion as he stared at Kim.

"The one about why the heroine didn’t tell her companion her feelings."

"Oh that one. Yeah I just said it was because she wasn’t interested in him." Ron smile had returned as he leaned back. If he had looked to his right he would have seen the horrified look on the naked mole rat that had just climbed up.

"Um...did you read the book Ron?" Kim fixed Ron with one of her ‘I worry about you sometimes look’ as she leaned back. Sometimes this boy really needed looking after.

"Sure KP why didn’t you?"

"Yes Ron and it was obvious she loved the guy. Couldn’t you tell?" Rufus rather firm nod helped to reinforce Kim statement but Ron frown only deepened.

"Then why didn’t she tell him earlier?"

Sighing Kim looked down and shook her head. Looking back up, she raised her eyebrows looking at Ron. Her manner became overly calm as she shifted her weight more onto her feet. "Come on Ron don’t tell me you’ve never been in love with someone and never told them about it." She fixed Ron with an intense stare trying to discern any emotions she could pick up when he finally did answer.

Hesitating for a second he again failed to notice the firm nods from Rufus. "No can’t say I have." Looking back at its master in horror the rodent started to firmly shake its head in denial trying to take back its previous answer.

"Oh." Looking down Kim took in a deep breath before standing back up with a smile on her face. "So you up for a study session on Physics today?"

"Study for what?"

"The test tomorrow Ron don’t you remember Mr. Barkin saying he was going to give one."

With a horrified look on his face Ron backed off a second. "Mr. B promised that for every missed question I’d get a week in detention. KP I don’t want to die in detention!"

With a slight smile on her face she walked forward and grabbed his arm lightly. "Then we should get to studying shouldn’t we?"

Ron frame seemed to collapse as he was tugged along by Kim. Kim frowned in his direction before tugging more firmly. The boy raised his head slightly. "I’m coming KP!"

III.

Ron watched as Kim mouth stretched in a mighty yawn her eyes squinting closed. Seconds later the two green orbs popped back into his vision only to disappear again as she leaned back. Her book forgotten it slid forward slightly before Ron reached out and grabbed it. "You ok KP?" He could feel his lips stretch as a massive smile broke out on his face. His own studies forgotten.

For nearly five hours they’d been focused on their pursuit of knowledge with the sad after effects that followed. Ron could already feel the headache coming on full force as facts swam through his brain and poor Kim was quickly losing the fight for consciousness. Ron smiled as she sat up again brushing her hair back and looking at him. "I’m alright Ron. Now what was the answer for question three?"

"Which chapter KP?"

Kim shot him a look on that one and Ron instinctively gulped. Raising his hands he smiled. "Alright KP I think it was forty three meters per second or something like that."

"You sure?" Her head leaned forward some more and Ron smile grew bigger. He almost laughed when she ‘adjusted’ herself on the couch allow herself to lie down. Good thing Kim parent weren’t here or they’d have already ordered their daughter to bed. That just wouldn’t be fun.

"Kim I’m going to get some snackage you want any?"

"No I’m good." Ron got up and left giving his pal Rufus a thumbs up. Going into the kitchen he fixed himself a quick sandwich and wolfed it down. Reaching into the drawer he pulled out a black marker and made his way back. Sure enough Kim was fast asleep.

"Hey KP if you’re awake just blink once." Nothing. "Kim is that a blender sneaking up on you!" Again nothing. Smiling Ron moved forward his target now in sight.

"Sorry KP nothing personal." Uncapping the marker he leaned forward then halted watching as her lips parted slightly in her sleep and her tongue ran over them. Her kissable red lips.

Shaking his head Ron looked towards his buddy for moral support. The rodent though had already ran off. ‘darn traitor! In a middle of a mission and he’s probably going for cheese. Speaking of cheese I should get a Naco on the way home.’ Turning his attention back he made the mistake he knew he’d regret. He allowed his eye to roam.

Starting again at her lips his eyes went down to her smooth white neck watching as she swallowed in her sleep. Moving down his vision moved towards her chest watching as it slowly rose with each breath. It took a while for his eyes to break off of that sight but they eventually made their way down to her bare stomach. He wondered if she’d wake up if he put something in her belly button. She used to after all as a kid. Then his eyes rose back up to her face as she stirred slightly. A murmur he could barely hear escaping from her lips.

Lifting his hand he slowly and tentatively touched her face allowing his hand to trace her features. To slowly caress her cheek and to brush against her lips. A happy sigh escaped from Kim’s lips as she again moved slightly. Removing his hand from her face he stroked her hair gently for a while just watching her. It was only at times like this that he realized just how fragile she really was. Sure she was the girl who could do anything but one well placed hit and it would all be over. He’d seen larger men taken down by less then what had been thrown at her and God did it scare him to think that someday somehow she’d suffer that fate she was constantly cheating.

‘Even if I have to use myself as a shield I swear I’ll never let that happen. Not as long this body still breaths or Nacos are still sold in your local Bueno Nacho.’ Sitting back he looked at the marker studying it for a second. ‘It would be a sin to use this on a face like that.’

With that established, he expertly began to trace a pair of glasses on her face along with a moustache and various other little artistic flairs. Sure she’d kill him in the morning but it was still worth it. After all he might as well enjoy what little time she’d allow him in her life. He’d always have that after all.

Getting back up, he finally spotted Rufus. "Come on little buddy."

He failed to hear the slightly louder murmur that escaped Kim lips. If he had listen closely he would have heard something that would have made his life have new meaning but life is hardly ever that easy. Her voice slightly above a whisper Kim spoke those famous words. "Ron a little lower."

IV

Barkin looked calmly on the young man in front of him. Raising an eyebrow he nodded to the paper in front of him. "Stoppable do you have any idea how many questions you missed?"

Shifting nervously the young blond man shook his head slightly. "No idea Mr. B."

"Well to my shock you actually got them all right." Seeing the young man sit up straighter with a happy smile on his face Steve Barkin allowed a rare smile to spread. "I’m proud of you son. Apparently those sessions with me have been doing you good and in that spirit I’m only giving you three days of detention."

Staring back in shock Ron voice came out with a slight whine to it. "That’s not fair Mr. B." Barkin frowned at that not happy to see one of his students take that tone. It just wasn’t what men do.

"Do you want a week Stoppable?" Ron shook his head. "Good you’re dismissed." Barkin watched as the boy walked away. Only when he was gone did he allow a full smile to come to his face. He truly was proud of the kid.

Taking out another paper he studied it for a while. Ask to grade these, as he did so many papers in this school, he had come across something that bothered him. Sure the boy’s apparent inability to grasp the obvious bothered him but it was someone else work that disturbed him. ‘I need to have a talk with Possible soon.’

The End

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There we go. No complaints that's all I could come up with. I honestly had a lot of problems with this topic and hope the next one is a lot easier. Well best of luck to everyone else.

[MrDrP]

Failure Is Not An Option

By MrDrP

Rated: T

You saw it on KP, Disney owns it.
______________

I.

The blue-skinned villain hovered over the controls of his device, muttering to himself.

“Yes, yes, this will work. This will work! Once I initiate the firing sequence of the cybertronic energy disruptor I will be on my way to global domination!”

He looked up at the giant red cannon, whose barrel pointed towards the sky. One blast at an orbiting relay satellite was all he needed to begin a cascade that would cripple every satellite in orbit.

Today he would strike. There would be no ranting, no raving, no threats, no demands. He would act and the world would have to deal with the consequences later. No mercy, not this time.

And no distractions, either. He knew Kim Possible would not respond.

Not today.

Not on her wedding day.

II.

“Girl, you look TBFW!” Monique gushed.

Mrs. Dr. Possible looked quizzically at her daughter’s maid of honor.

“‘Too Beautiful For Words,’ Mom,” a bemused Kim Possible explained. “You look pretty awesome too, Mon,” she added.

“You are such a beautiful bride,” Mrs. Dr. P. said, sniffling. “And you have a wonderful soon-to-be-husband. I’m so happy for you, honey!”

Kim smiled dreamily. “Yeah, he really is special, isn’t he? Who’d have ever thought we’d reach this point after all these years?”

Beep-beep-be-beep

Beep-beep-be-beep

Dreamy romantic feminine expressions immediately turned into scowls.

Beep-beep-be-beep

Beep-beep-be-beep

Kim growled, but answered. Duty did call.

“What’s the sitch, Wade?” she asked wearily.

Wade Load, wearing a tuxedo, looked chagrined, which was not surprising. He was one of the groomsmen.

“Sorry, Kim, but I just got a call from GJ headquarters,” Wade said sheepishly. “Their SigInt department just decoded some encrypted messages and they’ve determined that he’s going to strike. Today.”

“Okay, I’m on it,” she replied, shifting into mission mode. “Get me a ride, please and thank you.”

“Already done, Kim. The limo will take you to the airport.”

“Thanks, Wade. You rock,” she said, a resigned look on her face.

Kim ended the call.

“Sorry, girls, it’s a save-the-world thing,” she offered with a sigh.

“Should I get …” her mother began to ask.

“Of course you should!” Kim interrupted. “I couldn’t save the world without him! And tell him to make sure Rufus is ready to go, too,” she added.

Half-suspecting, half-fearing something might happen – why not strike on the one day when Kim Possible would be otherwise occupied? – Kim had brought along her mission clothes. She quickly took off her gown and changed.

III.

They were riding in the limo to the airport.

“I am so sorry,” Kim said, grabbing her fiancé’s hand.

“Hey, these things happen. It’s part of being Kim Possible’s sidekick.”

Kim rolled her eyes. “How many times to do I have to tell you? You’re not my sidekick, you’re my partner.”

“You can call me anything you like, as long as you don’t call me a taxi!”

Kim groaned, but smiled. “You are too much, you know that?”

“And as one of our foes says, you think you’re all that … and you are!”

Kim leaned in to give her man a kiss. The ceremony may have been delayed, but their hearts were already joined as one.

IV.

Rufus was tweaked. The dastardly villain had done many rotten things in his time. But to disrupt the wedding day of his two favorite humans in the whole world – well, that was unconscionable. The naked mole rat was growling. Actually growling. And pacing the floor of the limo.

“Calm down, Rufus,” Kim said. “I know how upset you are about this whole sitch, but it’ll be okay; it’s so not the drama. You’ll be carrying those rings down the aisle in no time!”

Rufus smiled at the thought of that, then nodded. “Hokay!” he said, his irrepressible enthusiasm coming back to the fore. He relaxed, then found his way to a familiar cargo-pants pocket.

I still want to bite him, the smallest member of Team Possible thought. He’s such a creep!

V.

The young heroes made their way through the HVAC system. He’s good, Kim thought, as she recalled the various defensive systems she had to disable. He’s actually the most dangerous foe I’ve ever faced. But even he needs fresh air in his lair. She grinned. Thank heavens for ventilation shafts!

“Geez, your butt really is cute, Kim!”

She turned and scowled. “Not now! Keep your head in the game!” Then her scowl softened into a smile. “Besides, you’ll get to see it and a whole lot more later on!” she added impishly.

Her partner grinned. “Okay, head in the game!”

Kim pulled out the Kimmunicator and checked their position. We’re almost there, she thought. They crawled a bit further, then reached their destination.

Kim signaled to Rufus, who scampered over. Holding him in her hand, she used his buck tooth as a screwdriver. Soon, she was able to remove the grille.

VI.

The cannon was fully charged and operational.

The target satellite would be in position within minutes.

The blue-skinned villain was prepared to act.

He was beginning to enter a series of commands when he heard something. He turned to see Kim Possible and her goofy-looking sidekick.

They even had the mole rat with them.

VII.

“This is low, even for you!” she snapped. “Do you know how long it takes to plan a wedding?”

“That should be the least of your worries, Kimberly Ann Possible!” he said before cackling.

“Oy, not with the full name again, Ron!” she said, rolling her eyes.

“It’s Zorpox! You killed Ron!” he fumed.

“I so did not!” she protested. “I told you you had to work harder! It’s not my fault you failed that math test. I am so not responsible for you turning evil!”

“’Sha! First the math test. Then the English test. Then the geography exam. You watched me go down in flames, Kimberly Ann. You let me play Zombie Mayhem when I should have been studying. You went shopping with Monique when I needed extra tutoring. It is your fault. And today you and the entire world will pay the price!” he snapped.

“Ron, lay off,” Kim’s partner said.

“You! I though you were my friend! We had a bond. You. Me. Diablo Sauce. But I’m on to you, Ned. Yes, I now know you had a nefarious plan to break up Kim and me and set me on the path to evil so you could replace me as her sidekick and be her new boyfriend. Well, you may have gotten the girl, but today I get the world!”

As Ron was ranting, Rufus quietly made his way to the controls of the cannon. Before Ron could react, Rufus had found a way to disarm the weapon. Sharp buck teeth and a surprisingly high IQ are a very potent combination, after all.

“Traitor!” Ron screamed as he saw what Rufus had done. “Some little buddy you turned out to be! I bet they bought you off with a naco with extra …”

Ned tackled Ron and brought him down to the floor as Rufus dragged over a pair of handcuffs.

“Hey, hey! I might need those!” Ron protested.

“Nice work, boys!” Kim enthused.

“Hey, we learned from the best,” Ned replied as he secured Ron’s wrists.

Kim then scowled at Ron. “You so had your chance. You blew it. If only you’d passed that math exam …” She then turned to her fiancé, took his face in her hands and gave him a deep, passionate kiss.

VIII.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ron woke up in a sweat, screaming. Trembling, he looked around the room. It was his room. He looked at his skin. Not blue. That was good.

Rufus, stirring beside him, gave him a look. “Sleep!” the naked mole rat mumbled.

Ron was struggling to control his breathing. “Nightmare. Worst. Nightmare. Ever.”

He looked to his nightstand. There was the picture of Kim and him from the Junior Prom.

“Okay, KP. For you. For us,” he said, willing himself out of his bed and to his desk. He turned on his lamp, opened his math book, and began to do another set of problems.

IX.

Kim woke up with a start.

She knew this dream. Ron had told her about it. But it had never included him.

Kim made a face. “Ewwww! I was kissing … Ned! Gorchy!” she said as she grabbed a glass of water to rinse her mouth. Even the idea made her queasy.

She could handle the idea of Ron as her arch-foe; there was actually something tragically romantic about it. And there was that fantasy she had that involved Ron as Zorpox and her in her cheer squad uniform, though she wasn’t ready to tell her boyfriend about that just yet.

But kissing Ned. Marrying Ned. Doing … That was so not going to happen. Ever

Kim, not taking any chances, got out of bed, quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed her knapsack, and slipped out the window.

Ron was going to pass his math test. Period.

X.

Ron was struggling with his work.

“Stupid polynomial,” he grumbled. “Behave!”

He was so caught up in his studying that he didn’t hear the window to his room open or Kim come up next to him.

On her way over Kim had prepared herself to rouse Ron from his bed to force him to do some more prepping for his test. There was so no way she was going to leave any possibility for that horrible Nedmare to come to pass.

None.

Nada.

Zip.

So finding Ron sitting at his desk already at work melted her heart. Kim wasn’t sure that he knew just how much it excited her to see her Potential Boy trying.



“Maybe I can help you tame it …” Kim offered helpfully.

“KP!” Ron said in surprise. “W-wha …”

“I had the weirdest nightmare, Ron. You failed your exam and, well, things didn’t go very well after that,” she said, looking at her feet.

Ron looked at Kim. The expression on her face told him that they’d just had another Mim-and-Jon shared dream experience. “Zorpox. Ned …”

Kim shivered. “Ewww. Don’t remind me. It was so …”

“Awk-weird?” Ron suggested.

“I was thinking wrong-sick,” she countered with a smile. She ran her fingers through her hair.

She’s so beautiful, Ron thought. Even in the middle of the night. He had a strong desire to kiss her. Kim could see that and felt similarly. She came around and cupped his face in her hands.

One kiss. I can give him one kiss and then we’ll study, Kim told herself.

Ron sensed that a very pleasant make-out session beckoned. Unfortunately, the timing was ferociously bad.

Time to be a man, Rondo, he thought.

“Uh, KP, you know I’d like to and all, but since you came here for a reason, maybe we ought to …”

“Keep our heads in the game?” she finished his sentence, wearing a wistful grin.

“Yeah,” he said, suddenly sounding surprisingly mature to Kim. “Now, see this problem, KP? Here’s what I don’t get …”

XI.

Ron gave Kim a quick kiss before she slipped out of his window. James Timothy Possible would have been shocked to know his daughter had spent the night alone unsupervised in her boyfriend’s bedroom. He would have been even more surprised to learn that other than that one parting kiss, the naughtiest thing that happened was Ron’s occasional use of a cuss word as he tried to master his math work.

Ron stumbled out of the bedroom, took a shower, got dressed, ate some breakfast and headed over to the Possibles’ to pick up Kim for the walk to school.

The two teens made their way to Middleton High. Now that they were seniors, they didn’t take all of their classes together. Kim was taking AP calculus while Ron was in the regular math class. Kim made sure to buck up Ron’s spirits throughout the day in the lead-up to his test, which would take place during the last period.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived.

Ron walked into the classroom and took his exam from Mr. Barkin.

He read the questions and began working.

Fifty minutes later the bell rang and Mr. Barkin announced the test was over. Ron had just set his pencil down. He really wasn’t sure how he had done; there was nothing he could do now, other than try mightily to suppress last night’s nightmare.

He went to the men’s locker room and suited up for cheer practice, then wandered into the gym, his mascot head in the crook of his arm. Ron smiled with amazement that he could be faced with a room full of hot cheerleaders yet have eyes only for one: Kim. Man, does she look good in that outfit! he thought.

Kim smiled at him and waved. She wanted to talk with Ron about the test, but Marcella and Hope were on a tight schedule and the practice needed to begin immediately. For the next sixty minutes, the squad did its routine; at the appropriate moments, Ron joined in and did his part.

Finally, the practice ended. Ron was sitting on the bleachers when Kim approached and sat down next to him.

“So, how’d my Mad Dog do on his test?” she asked.

“I dunno, KP. At least I tried. I did answer every problem, which may have been a first for the Ronman!”

“Well, nice work, Ron,” Kim said, taking his hand. “You tried and that’s all I can ask.”

“So, if I didn’t do well, you won’t dump me?” he asked, still unable to completely banish his fears.

Kim pulled a face then wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his.

“Possible! Stoppable!”

Their kiss was interrupted by the booming voice of Steve Barkin.

“What have I told you two about PDA?” the older man growled.

The two teens’ shoulders sagged. “Sorry, Mr. Barkin,” they said. Kim brightened and whispered, “Jinx, you owe me a soda!”

Ron sighed. A kiss denied and a soda owed. Now Barkin was probably going to tell him he’d failed.

“You two hit by any weird rays?”

Surprised, Kim and Ron shook their heads.

“No mind swaps?”

Another shake of the heads.

“Neural implants?”

“Mr. Barkin,” Kim finally asked, “what’s this all about?”

“This!” Barkin said as he thrust Ron’s exam into their faces. Their eyes focused on the letter and symbol surrounded by a circle, all written in red ink: B+. “Well, Stoppable, since there was no outside interference, it appears that congratulations are in order.” The teacher handed Ron the exam, then turned and began to leave before he looked back at Kim and Ron. “Carry on.”

“Huh?” Ron, perplexed, asked.

A sly grin spread across the assistant principal’s face. “You. Possible. Lip smacking. It seems to be helping your grades. I think I can overlook a little PDA today. But don’t make a habit of it!”

XII.

“Well,” Ron said after they finished complying with Mr. Barkin’s order. “This has been one strange day.”

Kim, resting her head against Ron’s shoulder, smiled. “You think?”

The two teens sat quietly for a few moments, enjoying the peace, solitude, and one another’s company.

Then Ron’s stomach growled.

“Hungry much?” Kim asked.

“Heh heh. Guess Rondo needs some snackage,” he admitted.

“I think I could go for some, too,” she conceded.

They looked at each other, then smiled.

Neither of them needed a Mim-Jon dream connection to know Bueno Nacho was just not an option. There was simply no way either of them could look at Ned without losing their appetites.

“So, how about pizza?” Kim asked.

“I’m all about pizza, KP!” Ron said as he stood and took his girlfriend’s hand.

She got up with him, and they left the gym together, still holding hands.

Not surprisingly, neither of them ever wanted to talk about that particular dream again.

The End

[zaratan]

I have so lost this contest.

[taechunsa]

It is not over until the fat lady sings.

Is that still PC?

How about it is not beginning deficient until the big boned woman vocalizes.

Hmm... anyway, the votes haven't been cast yet.

Tonight is the deadline folks. So post 'em if you got 'em.

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

hey, I'm not big boned...

I'm voluptuous!

[taechunsa]

aers said:

hey, I'm not big boned...

I'm voluptuous!

:bows: :bows:

A thousand pardons my lady.

:bows: :bows:

;D

[MrDrP]

Hey, I think this thing's wide open. Tho' I'm pretty sure I've got the most unlikely couple (or at least least desired coupling) trophy in the bag! ;D

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

don't make me roll over you!



*snickers*

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

mrdrp said:

Hey, I think this thing's wide open. Tho' I'm pretty sure I've got the most unlikely couple (or at least least desired coupling) trophy in the bag! ;D

bah.

I'm still holding out for that Ned/Drakken story I asked for in one of the forums at ff.net.



oh, you KNOW you want to see it...

[zaratan]

I'm still having nightmares about that comment earlier in that thread. I don't think you learned anything in mattb's detention, spending too much time partying there. That's it, no more for you! You get cut off here. Just enjoy the Kim/Ned fluff and be happy with that!

[Aers (That Writer Chick)]

Hey, don't be messing with Sher-go!

*chortles evilly*

I'll release the hounds of Rufus/Kim, Rufus/Ron and Ned/Drakken upon your dreams...

BHAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!

no, seriously.

[Ron Spawn]

My pinky is bleeding e_e

Short fanfiction... Oh, this shall be fun.

[taechunsa]

Ron Stoppable Esquire
By Taechunsa

Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them I only borrow them for a time. We all know to whom the real credit for this genius belongs. Thank you, Robert Schooley and Mark McCorkle for sharing your wonderful creations with us.

Not for voting, just for fun.
***

Kim and Ron walked hand in hand down the street, as the chill morning wind blew the leaves down the street.

“KP, hang up a sec. I need to mail my SAT application,” Ron said as he unslung his backpack and rummage through it.

Kim smiled. “Did you finally get that filled out?”

“Yeah but, it seemed a lot longer then the one you filled out,” Ron replied after he put the letter into the mail box.

Ron replaced his backpack, took Kim’s hand, and continued down the street.

***

Three months later, Ron found himself standing in a line at the University of Denver waiting to enter the exam room for the SAT. I hate being away from Kim for so long, but this test is major, and she said that she would just be a distraction. He smiled at just how much of a distraction she could be, and at what her promised reward would be for a good score.

Ron had taken the ACT at the same time as Kim a number of months back, yet while Kim scored very well, Ron didn’t score so well. Ron scoffed. Why did I have the bright idea that if I didn’t do well on the ACT that I would do better on the SAT? Sure it is a different test, but still.

“Next.”

Ron stepped forward.

“Name?”

“Ron Stoppable.”

The grey haired lady tapped her pencil on her teeth as she flipped through the pages of the registrants. “Ah, here you are Mr. Stoppable.”

“Identification and registration form,” the lady demanded with an outstretched hand.

Ron handed her his driver’s license and registration.

The lady looked at the driver’s license then at Ron and then back at the driver’s license.

Ron was getting worried. “Is something wrong?”

“Isn’t your age a little off to be taking this test?”

Ever since Ron started dating Kim his sense of self worth had blossomed and he really wasn’t in any mood to be bad mouthed today. “I don’t think so,” Ron replied heatedly.

The lady’s lips tightened at the venom in Ron’s voice. “Whatever, it’s your money you’re wasting. Go on in and find a seat.”

With his head held high, despite not feeling so sure about his prospects, Ron took back his two cards and entered the testing room.

***

Three hours had passed since the test started and Ron was tearing his hair out. Latin? Those darn study guides didn’t have a thing in them about Latin. Where is the math? Where are the grammar questions?

“ARGGHHH!!”

Everyone turned to look at Ron as he blushed and slipped lower in his desk.

Ron read the next question silently to himself. “Which legal defense is most valid for a defendant being held liable for circumstantial injuries incurred by the plaintiff while trespassing on property in possession of the defendant?”

I can’t ever recall learning this in school. But I know these terms. Didn’t something like this happen on Perry Stonelayer in “The Case of the Disgruntled Cat Masseuse”? Yeah, it did, and Perry used answer B. Ron marked the bubble for B and went on to the next question.

***

Ron lay exhausted on the bed in his hotel room.

“I don’t know why Kim. They just said that I had to come back tomorrow for the rest of the test.”

“Ron, I am pretty sure that the SAT isn’t a two day test.”

“I didn’t think so either, KP. But that is what they said.”

Kim’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong Ron?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Ron asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Cut it, Ron. I know you better then that. Something is bothering you.”

Ron sighed. “I don’t think I did that well. There wasn’t anything on the test that we studied. There wasn’t even a single math question.”

Kim again looked perplexed. “That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe the math is tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Ron, I’m going to go now. You need to get some sleep so you are well rested tomorrow.” Kim said as she blew him a kiss.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I am beat.” Ron returned the kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Kim said with a wink before signing off.

Ron lay back and mumbled. “Hope you still do after I prove how much of an idiot I am by blowing the SAT and the ACT.”

He pulled the covers over himself and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

***

The next day Ron drug himself back to the University of Denver’s campus.

“So young man how is it going?” the old lady from the previous day asked with a bit of contempt as she collected Ron’s ID and registration card.

Despite the bad dreams that he had last night he knew her type and wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction. “Just fine.”

“Actually, great.” He straightened up to his full height. “I did so well yesterday that I had a small celebration for my pending success.”

The old lady snorted. “Well, one thing is for sure. If you pass you certainly will fit into this group.”

Ron retrieved his documents and entered the room in a state of confusion. What did she mean by that?

***

Four hours into the second day and Ron was worse off then before.

I knew that there would be essays but nothing like this. I mean this is ridiculous. If it wasn’t for watching Perry Stonelayer on Jessica at Night and the inordinate amount of time I spend in courtrooms testifying against this villain or that, and amazingly Latin class, man was there a lot of Latin on this test, I wouldn’t have known any of this.

Ron looked at the next question.

“ARGGHHH!!”

Ron again slunk down in his chair at the annoyed looks from the moderator and the snickers of his fellow test mates.

How am I supposed to write an entire essay on ‘in loco parentis’ What does ‘in the place of a parent’ really mean?

Wait a minute. I’ve heard Mr. B use that before. Where was that at? Oh yeah!

Ron began to write.

***

Eight hours later Ron felt like he had went sixteen rounds with Shego and lost every one. He drug himself out of the testing room and down the hallway towards his car.

He was so out of it that he barely even registered that the old lady was announcing that their results would be mailed out in six to eight weeks.

Great, well at least I have six to eight more weeks with Kim before she dumps me for being so dumb.

Like a zombie, Ron continued down the corridor intent on crashing for a while before heading home.

***

Kim was more then a little worried about Ron. She had talked to him just a few hours ago and he acted beaten. I don’t understand it. We studied for the SAT. He knew that stuff inside and out. Even Mr. Barkin administered a practice test and said that Ron was ready.

At least I convinced him to come by here before going home. If I know him he will need some reassurance that I won’t dump him if he does poorly. I might even have to give him a small advance on that promise for a good score.

Kim blushed. Just to reassure him of course.

The lights playing across the living room window signaled Ron’s arrival.

“Ron’s here Kimmie.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll get the door.”

Kim bounded up to the door intent to show Ron that no matter what she was proud of him for doing his best.

“Hello Possi…” Ron barely made it into the door and never got the chance to finish his welcome as Kim’s lips cut him off.

“Wow, KP, you really know how to make a guy feel better,” Ron said when they came up for air.

Kim licked her lips. “Only you potential boy. Only you.”

Ron’s countenance fell. “Yeah, potential boy. See if you say that in six to eight weeks when I get the results that I failed.”

Kim took Ron’s hand and drug him into the kitchen with her mom. “Don’t get down on yourself Ron. I didn’t think that I had done that well when I took the ACT.”

Ron sat down at the table with Kim. “Yeah, but Kim nothing that I studied was on that test.”

“Kim’s right dear. I didn’t think that I passed the MCAT when I took it, but I did very well.” Mrs. Dr. Possible placed a plate of goodies in front of Ron. “Eat. You need your strength. Those tests sap you.”

Kim picked up a nacho, dipped it into the melted cheese and fed it to Ron. “So it is settled. No more worrying about the SAT until we get the scores back.”

“Okay. Deal.” Ron smiled a cheesy smile. “Besides, who could argue with a pair of gorgeous redheads?”

Kim playfully punched Ron in the arm, knocking him over.

“Ouch!”

***

Ron and Kim were walking home from school hand in hand. He knew that Kim was doing her best to reassure him that everything was going to be fine, but he still worried from time to time over the last seven weeks.

“Ron, quit worrying. Wasn’t the down payment on the promise for a good score enough to reassure you that I am not going to dump you?”

Ron looked sheepishly at the ground as he blushed. Desperate times had called for desperate measures on Kim’s part when Ron’s funk reached a drastic low about five weeks ago. One good thing was that for the next few days he most definitely was not worried about the score on his SAT. He was however worried about Mr. Dr. Possible catching wind of what Kim had worn for him and scheduling a one way trip to the nearest black hole.

Ron smiled. Oh, man but it would be worth it.

“What was that?” Kim asked.

Ron shook his head. Had he said that out loud? “Uh… nothing KP,” Ron said quickly with a blush.

Kim looked at him suspiciously. “Okay.”

***

Ron and Kim had barely entered Ron’s house when his mother called in from the other room. “Ron, you got mail today. I think it might be your test results.”

Kim saw Ron stiffen up and begin to hyperventilate. She could literally see all of his nightmares over the last seven weeks pass across his eyes.

Reassurance time, girl.

Kim grabbed Ron’s head with both hands and planted a huge kiss on him. Okay he relaxed a little, but he is starting to tense up again. Time to step it up a notch. She brought her tongue into play.

She felt all of the tension drain out of Ron’s body as he melted into her.

“Better now?” she asked as she broke the kiss.

Ron’s only response was to stare at her glassy eyed and collapse on the floor. Kim just smirked. I guess I’ve still got it, even without the moodulator.

Leaving Ron on the floor Kim picked up the letter from the end table and knealt down next to the apparently comatose Ron. “Don’t you want to open this and claim the rest of your reward?” Kim asked seductively.

Ron recovered rather quickly and sat up. “You do it KP. I can’t.” Ron said seriously.

Kim looked at Ron with a bit of sympathy. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, please”

“Okay, then come over here.” Kim moved to the couch and sat.

Ron moved next to her and eyed the letter as if it were an arch villain out to destroy the world.

“Here goes,” Kim said as she tore the letter open and pulled out the paper.

***

Ron felt the air leave him. He saw the look of surprise spring to Kim’s face and then she looked at him with a mixture of what he could only guess was incredulity and shock.

“I did that bad?”

Kim looked back at the letter for a second and then back at Ron. “You scored a 281.”

Ron felt like he wanted to vomit. “A 281?” he asked weakly. “I didn’t think you could score that low.”

Tears came to Kim’s eyes and he could see how hard she was working to keep her emotions in check. Well it was nice while it lasted.

“I completely understand if you want to dump me Kim. I wouldn’t want to be saddled with a moron either.”

Then the biggest smile Ron had ever seen split Kim’s face and she started laughing.

Okay, I expected her to dump me, but laughing at me is a bit much. “Oh, you think this is funny huh?” Ron stood swiftly from the couch. “Have a good laugh at the retard.”

“What is going on?” Ron’s mother asked as she entered the room.

“I got my scores back and they are terrible.”

Ron’s mom looked from Ron to his laughing girlfriend and back. “And that is funny how?”

“Beats the heck out of me. I didn’t find it funny at all.” Ron crossed his arms and glared at Kim.

“Mrs. Stoppable, you have got to see this.” Kim beckoned the older woman over and handed her the letter.

Ron watched as his mother’s mouth fell open and she to started to laugh.

“Oh great. Not only is enough that my girlfriend feels the need to ridicule me; my mother does as well?”

Kim finally got her laughter under control. “You never cease to amaze, potential boy.”

This was definitely not what Ron was expecting. Why did she call me potential boy when I just got a lower score then possible on the SAT?

“Ron, dear, where did you get the application forms for your test?”

Ron was confused. “I picked them up at the courthouse after Matt Yunder’s trial. Why?”

“Because Ron, you didn’t take the SAT. You took the Colorado Bar Exam and passed.”

“Huh?”

Kim sidled up next to Ron and gave him a huge hug. “Ron, I am sure that there might be some issues, but you are now officially a lawyer in the state of Colorado.”

Ron looked stricken. “Does that mean that I still have to take the SAT?”

Both women laughed at the antics of the boy/man that they loved.

***

The End

Well, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and since no one else had gone this route I figured ‘what the hey’. I wrote it up in a few hours and didn’t proof it. So I am sure that there are mistakes. I also make absolutely no claims to this being even possible, but I liked the idea.

[Scoutcraft Piratess]

must... finish... story... but... must... get... question... in... villlains... section... answered...