Author's note:

I wanted to write this out for a long time now. I've always liked the movie "The One" and wondered what would it be like if I applied it to Kim Possible. The result a very original and unique fan fiction I have yet to see.

Hope you guys enjoy this.

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Numero Uno

Prologue: It starts with one

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There is not one universe. There are many.

A Multiverse.

We have the technology to travel between universes…

But travel is highly restricted and policed.

There is not one you. There are many.

Each of us exists in present time, in parallel universes.

There was balance in the system.

But now a force exists who seeks to destroy the balance…

So that he can become The One.

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Ron Stoppable walked down the empty school halls of Middleton high with a certain spring in his step.

It was a lazy afternoon and no one seemed to occupy the school much on a Friday so he pretty much knew he was all alone aside from the occasional stragglers in detention hall and the A plus perfectionists who stayed behind.

His footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallways as he made his way for his locker. Normally the empty dark hallways of the building after school time scared the living daylights out of Ron. One never knows if all those urban legends were not true after all.

But today he did not care. Life was going great for him, something Ron never would have thought would happen to him ever again. He felt he could do anything now.

Ever since his parents had died when he was only four, life had always been a constant struggle for the blond boy. Sure he loved his adopted parents and never doubted their love for him for one second but sometimes that was just not enough. Growing up as an adopted child and as an odd kid was very tough. The constant teasing and ostracizing he had suffered all throughout grade school and middle school were cruel and unjustified. Nevertheless he persevered and did not take the words (no matter how hurtful it may be) of the other kids seriously.

What they said and thought of him did not matter.

Because she was always there. Ron smiled at the thought of the center of his life. That's right. So long as he had her with by his side it did not matter if the whole world was against him. All she had to do was smile and that was all the assurance and comfort he needed.

Oh but it never was that easy. She and Ron had been best friends since before his real parents had died and were inseparable. For a time Ron thought that all he needed was her friendship. Then came the peer pressures that went along with growing up. She and him were being pulled into different worlds, She into the popular kid's circle and him…well into obscurity. What was once a "Wanna come over and help me with my homework?" became a "Sorry Ron. I'm kind of busy with a lot of stuff right now. I'll see you at school."

That was only the beginning.

Then came high school and with it brought along the "food chain". How Ron hated that high school social ladder. But what he hated more was what his best friend was becoming. Ron had always thought of her as being pretty (though he would never admit it) when they were younger and he was not blind to the opposite sex from the start. But as the years went by she started maturing, developing a voluptuous figure that caught the attention of all the hot-blooded young men at school. She was a goddess. A goddess who joined the cheerleader squad. One could barely imagine the wolf whistles that would soon follow.

But that was not why he was disappointed with her. No. It would seem that the more her outer beauty grew the less he grew to like her fading inner beauty. Ron's best friend was becoming like the very same people who taunted and mocked him. She would snicker every time he passed by. She called him names like "loser" and "froob" while menacingly stare at him with those icy glares of hers.

It had hurt, hurt deeply. He felt betrayed.

But Ron's spirit was as free as the sky and strong like the earth. He never blamed her, not once. It had to be those sisters of hers. He never did like the way they put her down just because she hanged out with him. But no matter how many times he assured her that they were wrong their words seemed to hold a power over her that Ron's words could not match.

But he would not let them drift apart. No. He would keep watch over her. He still cared for her despite her constant put-downs. He tolerated her berating him if it meant he could still be with her.

It was tough and long. As freshman and sophomore year went by without any progress Ron was beginning to lose hope for their friendship. Until that one fateful night that changed it all. Wandering home alone Ron had spotted her outside her house flirting with what seemed to be the star quarter back from school. He was not one to remember names be he remembered the face. What started out as simple flirtation turned into lustful wants and the next thing he knew he was playing tonsil hockey with her mouth. Her eyes shot up; she was not willing to precede any further as she pushed him away. She was just not ready for that kind of intimacy yet. Apparently the guy had other plans in mind.

So did Ron. He was not about to let anyone have his way with his best friend. For the price he had paid with his bruised and battered body, his eyes swollen and blackened, he in turn had his best friend back. A fair enough trade indeed. That night served as the catylst that would change Ron's life for the better.

She and him had much to talk about since then. It took a lot of talking and a lot of patience to renew their once dying friendship but both were eager and willing to put the time and effort. She remembered how much she missed those funny looking ears, his unique sense of humor, and that freckled face full of child-like wonder. Ron remembered her sweet voice whenever she laughed, remembered her gentle touch, and was deeply engrossed by those piercing blue eyes. They not only rekindled their friendship but it would seem along the way…they had become something more.

He had fallen in love with the most beautiful girl in the world and she with him.

Ron then felt he was the luckiest man in the entire universe.

It was a difficult relationship. Filled with trials and tribulations. Ron had to help her see pass the food chain and try to see the bigger picture of things. She in turn helped Ron to try and care more for himself, to stick up for himself when he was bullied and to improve on his bad social habits.

And like all couples they had problems, disagreements and fights. He remembered a particular vivid one they had. Ron could not for the life of him remember why they were both so upset with each other but he remembered the cruel and cold words being thrown around.

"Ron Stoppable you are the biggest froob I have ever met in my entire life! I hate you!"

"Oh yeah?! Well at least I'm not two faced at school and acting all like a little prissy queen!"

"Get out of my house!"

"Fine! Who said I wanted to stay anyway?!"

It would take some kissing up and some groveling to win her back. And when he did he remembered she hugged him fiercely in front of the entire student body as she slowly whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…" She sobbed quietly.

He soon realized that her opening up to him like this and in front of public too meant that he meant so much more to her then what others thought and it could have been the greatest gesture of her love for him.

He embraced her whole-heartedly and swore out loud for the whole school to hear he would never ever let her go again.

That was just three months ago.

Life seemed to have made a complete U-turn as things just got better and better. The students seemed to have noticed how silly the food chain issue was and no longer cared nor craved for that status approval. They cheered Ron on as he walked pass by. "stick by your cheerleader Ron. Never let her go!" Some of the popular girls yelled out, deeply moved by his solemn vow as they thought it was the most romantic thing they had ever seen.

Other then the approval and acceptance by the other students, which was never really an issue with Ron to begin with but he was thankful nonetheless, Everything seemed to go his way.

Ron no longer had problems with school as he found he could focus on his schoolwork easier. Everything seemed to just meld together. Quadratic formulas, The periodic table, The Roman Empire, the Renaissance of Europe, and even the dramatic flairs of William Shakespeare. It felt like his mind had woken up after a long and deep slumber.

Physically Ron never felt better, as if he was in tiptop shaped. In Physical Ed. He would out run most of the other kids that normally passed him and once he even outran the best track star Middleton had. He felt he could run like the wind.

He did not knew what was happening but he did not care. All Ron knew was that Life was great.

That's why he found himself here at the school today, on a lazy Friday afternoon. He had forgotten something important in his locker. He needed it before he had to show up for his date with his best friend turned girlfriend. Again the thought of her made him smile. Today was one of her "Ron nights" as she had dubbed their usual date nights.

He planned to do something special tonight. Ron plugged in his combination swiftly and opened the doors to his locker with little effort.

There it was.

A tiny velvet box that held so much of his future inside. His future with her.

He opened it up and there it shined, a small golden ring with a sapphire for its core. It was a promise ring. True he was young and so was she but it felt so right. Ron did not want to scare her off with the prospect of marriage yet, they were only seniors in high school after all, but he knew no other that he would rather spend the rest of his life with. This promise ring would suffice for now. This was but a small token of his love for her…and he wanted it to be a surprise.

"Almost forgot you there little buddy. Wouldn't that be a shame?" Ron chuckled a bit as he closed the lid and placed the box inside his pocket when he heard a voice call out.

"Yeah it would be a shame indeed. Considering you are not going to make it to your date tonight." Ron turned around to find a dark figure. He was clad in pure black, a black mask covered his identity. He seemed to be of the same height and built as Ron. But he felt…dangerous.

"Whoa dude…Um…Drama department is that way. Uh…but I like the costume. And that threat there..very convincing…hehehe…" He laughed nervously as he began to slowly back off.

The dark figure only making his way slowly towards him.

"Oh rest assure. That was no threat. That's a fact. Here, let me show you." As soon as he said those words the veiled man made a dash for Ron.

In only what seemed like a second the masked man had covered about 25 feet of distance between him and Ron. A speed inhumanly possible. He pulled out a punch so fast Ron did not see it coming as it made contact with his ribs.

It was like getting hit by a truck. He flew backwards into the air as he then slammed into the lockers, banging a sound so loud the whole school should have heard it. But no one seemed to have noticed.

"gah…"Ron groaned as he placed a hand on his chest. Nothing seemed to be broken. Looking at the dent he had made on the lockers told him otherwise. He should be bleeding profusely from that blow. But nothing. No scratches, no bruise. Oh he felt the pain alright, but it was brief. Ron could not have been more confused. An unknown stranger attacked him out of the blue, gave him a blow that would have had serious consequences, and here he was standing up as if he had only tripped over himself.

The masked assailant then lowered his stance, his fist raised as high as his shoulders.

"I knew it. I'm getting closer. So close. Can't you feel it? The power coursing through your veins? Hahahahaha." He chuckled manically.

Cutting off his laughter the masked man pressed his attacks on. Ron this time was better prepared as he ducked and avoided the punches that seemed to shoot out like rockets.

He was glad his girlfriend wanted him to take some classes in self defense. Raising his right knee high and his fists near his chest Ron countered with a powerful right hook of his own, which the masked assailant blocked with his left shoulder to ease the impact of the blow but sent him flying high in the air anyway, away from Ron.

Ron stared at his fists. Since when has he been that strong?

The assailant landed gracefully back down into the ground and flipped into the air once more and landed a ferocious dragon kick that sent Ron plummeting into the walls, the force of it so strong that he broked through the walls and into an empty classroom.

Ron lay on the floor groggily as he was covered in broken concrete and dusts. His eyes showed a fierce determination as he came to a startling revelation. This was no game. This man was out to get him. Get him real bad.

He got up slowly but he was not fast enough as the masked man laid two lightning fast kicks which connected with his jaw and face. It's force spun Ron in mid-air as he hit the ground hard. The masked assailant then tried to continue with a flurry of punches, but Ron got up quickly narrowly avoiding the punches that broke through the concrete floor. Ron quickly seized an opening, grabbing the man by the head and connecting a hard knee to his face.

That sent the unknown attacker back a couple of steps as Ron tried to catch his breath. Now he knew for sure he was bleeding. He felt his warm blood trickling down his face.

"So you do know a little bit of Muay Thai. I thought you were just fluking it with that punch earlier." The masked attacker touched his face where Ron's knee connected. It was an impressive blow, surprising him at that. But it was nothing he could not take.

"But I'm better."

True to his words the masked attacker's assault seemed to be faster, stronger then before. Ron was fighting for his life.

A few more hits and a couple seconds later Ron was on the ground. His body beaten and broken. He was fighting just to stay conscious.

"D-…Dude…What…what do you…want with me?…" Blood dripped out of Ron's mouth as he desperately tried to speak.

The assailant walk calmly towards him and knelt beside him, close to Ron's face. "Your life."

The masked assailant then stood up, quietly looking down at his defeated opponent.

"Don't take it personal friend. I've got no beef with you but I have to do this."

Ron's eyes shut still. He was thinking of her. Her laughter. Her smile. Her tears. Her presence. He couldn't die here. He shouldn't. He was going to meet her later tonight. At their usual booth at Bueno Naco. He was going to surprise her. He would pull out the ring and place it on her bendy straw when she wasn't looking and when she looked at him he would say "How did that get there?…" giving her that trademark grin that always made her laugh.

"….Bonnie…" Mustering all his strength, Ron's battered and broken left arm reached up, as if she was right there and he could touch her face.

"I'm sorry…" Tears flowed freely from Ron's eyes.

The mask man then stretched his left leg up as high as he could, then he landed it down with fearsome force. An Axe-kick to the throat instantly killed Ron.

As soon as he landed that one final blow the assailant then felt the power, the life force coming through to him.

Looking down at the lifeless body of Ron he knelt beside him. He had been a worthy adversary. A lot more worthier then his other copies. At least he had put up a fight. He wanted something to remember his fallen opponent. Digging through his pockets he pulled out his wallet and a small velvet box.

Opening the box revealed a ring. He then went through the wallet as he found a small picture and Ron's ID. The picture revealed Ron and Bonnie. Ron lovingly had his hands around her waist and Bonnie had her hands wrapped around his neck, her blue eyes lovingly looking at his direction.

The assailant then sighed as he took his time looking at the picture.

"It would never have worked out anyway dude." The masked attacker then pulled his mask, revealing his identity to no one but himself. His freckled face, those unique ears, and that blond hair. It was no mistake that he looked exactly like Ron.

Revealing a small device from his pocket he began to pressed some buttons as he continued on with his log. "Aaron 'Ron' Stoppable. Gaia Universe. Eliminated. I'm almost there. I just need to do it one more time." Looking around, the unveiled Ron-look alike then began to walk slowly out of the battle scarred school halls calmly. He needed to get out of there. Lazy Friday afternoon or not, someone had to have noticed the fighting. He'd rather not stay and find out who.