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Definition: Capitulate - To cease resisting. Acquiesce. Cave in. Submit.

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CAPITULATION

Chapter 3

End Results

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Kim rolled over on her bed, thinking about the whole Moodulator sitch. She'd been laying there contemplating the sitch for over an hour after having left Ron in the tree house immediately after Wade had signed off.

She now remembered everything that had happened under the influence of Bortol's mind-manipulating device, and she just couldn't bring herself to be mad at Ron for his actions, or herself for that matter.

Although Ron had capitulated fairly easily, eventually giving in to her sexual advances, Ron had first run away and then tried to fend off all of her moves.

Kim knew from her time spent in his body during the brain switch sitch that he would go into hormone hell every time a pretty girl even looked his way. (And the mind switching had happened two years ago so he was probably suffering even greater hormone overload now that they were seventeen years old.) So she wasn't really angry that he'd succumbed to her sexual come-ons, she could well understand the emotions he had gone through.

Kim also knew from Wade's description of the device, that there must've been some small part of her subconscious that thought of Ron as possible boyfriend material. The Moodulator only jacked up her feelings for her longtime companion so that meant she must have felt some kind of love for Ron before the thing got stuck on the back of her neck. She figured that they would've eventually gotten together one way or another, even without the interference of the Moodulator.

Kim could only speculate that Ron had feelings for her as well, considering that he had accompanied her on all of their missions and they hung out together practically twenty-four/seven. Plus, during the brain switching fiasco, Kim got the biggest 'Rise in her Levis' when she saw Ron in her body. Sure his body reacted to the other girls that were around but Kim realized that Ron's body definitely found her body extremely sexy and alluring; much more so than the other girls. Ron wouldn't react that way if he didn't have some kind of attraction for her, would he?

Anyway, because of a little one and a quarter inch diameter device made of metal and circuits, she and Ron had each lost their virginity that afternoon.

Kim thanked her lucky star that her mother had put her on birth control pills shortly after the missions had started to get a little more intense than babysitting or rescuing a cat from of a tree. The female Doctor Possible had been worried that the bad guys might try to take advantage of a certain young redheaded female when she got capture, which actually happened on just about every other mission. She and Ron always escaped before anything did happen, but the threat was still there.

Well that and Kim had started to break out a bit with acne back then so the pills were a double godsend.

So Ron and her having sex wasn't really that big of a big.

Or was it?

Did she want a full time, committed relationship with Ron? He was still a bit immature at times. Well, most of the time. His child-like wonder and off-beat sense of humor could grate on the nerves when doled out in large doses and his eating habits left much to be desired.

But Ron was starting to dress better, occasionally abandoning his red hockey jersey in favor of wearing a bowling shirt (still ugh on the shirt department but at least it was a change of pace,) and she couldn't fault him for his loyalty. Heck, he had gone to the Amazon to bring back a flower just so she didn't embarrass herself to death, for crying out loud. How many of the other guys at school would've done that for their just-a-friend? (His inexplicably innate dumb luck, something the other boys in school didn't have, definitely helped him when he encountered a huge black panther and when he fell off that cliff.)

Actually, Ron had proven himself on a lot more missions that that one. He had known the score at Lake Wannaweep against Gill, both times, and was a big help at the giant cheese wheel in Milwaukee when he moved the laser from the magma and melted the building. Ron had also made the perfect pass with the disco ball on Senior's Island and he even handled himself on the solo part of the mission when they went up against Falsetto Jones. And of course there were other missions too numerous to think about that he'd proved his worth.

His contributions to the team could not be denied.

So all-in-all, Ron was quite a guy and worthy of the chance at being her boyfriend... and maybe a whole lot more. It also helped that the sex had been better than she'd ever hoped for for a first time, and it could only get better.

Over all, Ron was still a little rough around the edges but then again who wasn't at the age of seventeen.

"Kimmie, time for dinner," the female voice came through the hatchway leading up from the second floor of the house. It was followed by the woman whose voice had called out as Dr. Anne Possible poked her head up through the door-in-the-floor to the loft bedroom. "Are you just about done with your homework?"

"Not really mom, though I don't have that much to do tonight," Kim answered as she sat up at the edge of the bed, her head bowed in deep thought.

"You've been up here for over an hour," Anne Possible offhandedly mentioned as she ascended the rest of the stairs and walked over to her daughter. She noticed Kim's homework spread out on the desk, unfinished, like it'd been abandoned. "Is there something wrong? You usually get your homework done right after you get home."

"I've had a lot to think about," Kim cryptically answered without looking up at her mother.

Anne could tell that whatever weighed on Kim's mind was probably more than just the usual high school problems. She sat down beside Kim and patted her daughter on the leg as she jokingly questioned, "What's got you thinking so hard?"

"I'll tell you but you gotta swear that dad won't find out about it," Kim softly answered while turning to look her mother in the eye. Kim was glad that she had the type of relationship which was open enough that they could talk about anything and everything, and that it would remain between just the two of them if asked. If her father ever found out about what'd happened, well let's just say that Ron would quickly find out what the inside of a space capsule looked like. (If he even made it as far as the Space Center. The Possible's backyard was huge and her father knew how to dig a hole to hide any evidence, there was more than one Tweebs experiment buried back there.)

"Is it that bad?" Anne queried, thinking that if Kim thought she needed to preface her confession with that sort of a proviso, then it must be a whopper.

"Um, yes... and no," Kim hedged. When she saw the 'go on' look coming from her mother she let out a heavy sigh and told her all about the Moodulator and everything that had happened after the device had gotten stuck on her neck.

Anne took a minute to absorb all of the information her daughter had told her about the device and the effects it had on both her daughter and Ron. She could see how the Moodulator could be a boon in the treatment of schizoid patients, under the correct circumstances and if it were properly calibrated. All of the variables would have to be taken into consideration, but the device could help in a lot of cases.

But to sell the Moodulator over the internet and to have it just sitting around in an unguarded lab?

No, Dr. Bortol may be a genius to be able to create such a thing, but his ethic were extremely questionable. It sounded like Bortol was only interested in making some quick cash. This was the second incident, the Neuro Compliance Chip being the first, so Anne knew she had to report the incident to the Medical Review Board and make sure the unethical doctor lost his license, and maybe even prosecuted over the situation. In her mind the device was equivalent to Ruffies, the date rape drug.

But Anne would deal with all that later. Right now her daughter was troubled over the ramifications of the questionable device altering her perceptions and the loss her innocence. She took a deep breath and dove right in.

"I have one question before we get into everything that happened," Anne prefaced their discussion as she quickly examined the back of Kim's neck to make sure that there hadn't been any damage or infection to the skin from the device. Finding nothing out of the ordinary other than a few pinpricks where the thing had latched onto Kim's neck, she asked, "Have you been taking your birth control meds?"

"Of course, mom!" Kim yelped in dismay that her mother would even think that she hadn't been keeping up with that responsibilities.

"That's good, honey," Dr. Possible said as she patted her daughter's leg in a calming, motherly fashion. "I only asked because if you haven't, then we'd need to have a whole other talk before we discuss the device and its... effects."

"Yeah," Kim nervously chuckled. "That's a talk I don't plan on having with you for quite a few years... at least until I'm out of college."

"Honey," the masculine voice came from the second floor hallway, "are you and Kimmie-Cub coming down to dinner?" Dr. James Possible comically popped his head up through the hatchway and quickly looked around the room like a prairie gopher. (Unintentionally, of course.)

"We'll be down in a few minutes, dear," Anne answered as she got up and walked over to the doorway in the floor to talk to her husband. "Kim and I need to discuss a few things first. Why don't you and the boys start without us."

"Is it something I should be concerned about?" James anxiously begged as he as he started up the remaining steps to the loft bedroom of his daughter.

"No, dear," Anne calmly answered, hoping to allay his fears. "Kimmie and I just need to talk about some boyfriend issues."

"Ooooh, well if that's the case," James nervously chuckled as he swiftly made a u-turn on the staircase to beat a hasty retreat. "You two go ahead and talk all you want. The boys and I will be okay for a little while." James quickly disappeared, not wanting to talk about those kinds of issues with his daughter if it could be avoided. James knew his wife had the better advice when it came to boyfriends and dating.

"Thanks mom," Kim heavily signed in relief that her father wouldn't know what happened, at least for a little while longer. (Or hopefully for the rest of her life!)

"That's okay, Kimmie," Anne smiled as she once again sat down next to her daughter. "Your father wants to be involved in your life, but he doesn't need to know about this. Now, how is your mental state? Are you okay with the fact that you lost your virginity, and that Ron was the one to take it?"

"As a matter of fact," Kim began to wistfully smile as she sat up straight on the edge of the bed next to her mother, "I am. I've been thinking about the sitch since it ended and I think Ron may be the one."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, Ron and I have been together for over thirteen years now and we've done everything together. We've played and gone to the movies and dinner and out to Lake Middleton, and gone on too many missions to even think about. He may still be a bit immature right now but I think Ron will eventually grow out of it. And if he doesn't," she let out a light wistful laugh, "well, I think he acts goofy sometimes to keep me from getting too serious. I honestly can't picture myself saving the world without him. So yeah, I can see living with Ron for the rest of my life, and marrying him in a few years."

"I'm so happy for you," Anne joyfully gushed and wrapped her arms around her daughter, giving Kim a huge hug. "I've always thought Ron was a good match for you. I'm glad you've discovered that for yourself."

Kim returned the embrace and asked, "Are you saying that you thought Ron and I would eventually date and maybe get married? How long have you felt that way?"

"Actually," Anne smugly smiled as she broke the clinch and stood up, now satisfied that her daughter wasn't troubled over the situation anymore, "I could see how much Ron cared for you back when you locked braces with Walter Nelson in middle school. He went out of his way to secretly get you to the dentist and not let your father or I know about it, so you wouldn't get into any trouble with us. He cared for you deeply even back then."

"You knew about the kissing and locked braces?" Kim yelped in confused embarrassment. She was still a bit embarrassed about the whole sitch and confused because her mother didn't come down on her at the time for kissing a boy back in middle school.

"Of course," Anne said as she stopped at the top of the stairs. "Mrs. Stoppable called and told me all about it while you were at the dentist's office getting your braces straightened, even though Ron had begged her not to." She pointed to the plush toy sitting on the headboard of the bed and said, "Plus, he bought you that Pandaroo when you first started feeling terrible about wearing them. Now I suggest you call Ron and tell him that you're his girlfriend. He still may be a little anxious over the situation."

"Riiiight," Kim chuckled. Her mother was right, Ron would still be a little unsure about the sitch, especially with the way she'd left in a hurry. Kim picked up her cordless telephone receiver and speed dialed the number.

"Take all the time you need, Kimmie," Anne said as she started down the stairs. "I'll put your dinner in the microwave. I have a feeling you'll be on the phone for a while."

Kim didn't make it down to eat for over two hours but she was in a very good mood as she set the microwave oven to reheat her food; after carefully reading and following the instructions left by her mother. (Even though it was just a machine, Anne Possible knew that the microwave didn't like her daughter.)

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Three weeks later, Kim and Ron were snuggling together on the plane ride back from taking care of Team Impossible. They enjoyed their snuggle time on the way to and from a mission, but they really loved the alone-time after they got home from school. Their parents were still at work and the Tweebs were normally in detention because of their daily antics at school. That left the house empty for over an hour of bedroom fun if they weren't call out for a mission.

Wade was seated a few rows forward on the plane, working on his own communications device, desperately trying to ignore the sugary-sweet teenage couple. On more occasions that he could count, Wade had interrupted the two teens in mid-naked grope and it freaked him out every time.

Wade was brought out of his intense concentration when Kim and Ron flanked him and sat down.

"Wade old-buddy old-pal," Ron said with a jovial slap on the back, "I got a question for ya."

"Yes Ron, what is it?"

"Well, I got a gut feeling that we've been missing something but I can't quite put my finger on it," Ron said while quizzically rubbing the back of his neck. "Something doesn't seem quite right."

"And I've had the same strange feeling," Kim said as she held her Kimmunicator out in front of Wade showing the teen computer genius her research. "I've been going over the records of our last few missions and I can't find anything out of the ordinary."

"It's like we're missing... someone," Ron hesitantly added, still not sure exactly what was wrong.

"Let me check something," Wade said as he started to enter and pull up data on the communicator in his hand faster than the average eye could follow.

"Whoa, you're right," Wade almost hollered in astonishment after a few seconds. "Drakken hasn't had a scheme in the works for the last three weeks!"

"That's it!" Kim yelped in realization. "He usually pulls off some kind of evil plan every seven to ten days like clockwork and we haven't gone up against him in twice that long; not since the Moodulator incident!"

"I wonder what he's been up to?" Ron pondered to Rufus who had taken the opportunity to perch on his big buddy's shoulder and listen in instead of his usual way of occupying his flight time: looking out the window. (The intrepid mole rat had been fascinated with avionics and flying ever since the twins had first used him to pilot one of their rockets.)

Meanwhile, in a secret island lair somewhere in the Caribbean

"Drewbie, come back to bed," the naked, mint green-skinned (former?) villainess languidly called out as she absently rubbed her bare stomach.

"Coming my love," the blue-hued wannabe despot, dressed only in a royal blue robe and slippers, replied as he entered the bedroom carrying a tray ladened with two big bowls of ice cream. One was mint flavored with dill pickle spears topping it and the other was a blueberry concoction; both flavors of his own making after he'd created an automatic, nuclear powered ice cream machine.(Patent pending.) "You know, you've never had strange food cravings before. Are you sick or something?"

"Oh I'll be sick... starting in a week or two," Shego answered with a smile that would've put the Cheshire Cat to shame. "But it'll only last for a few months." She snatched the bowl of ice cream and pickles and dug in before adding, "For two or three month at the most... less if you get me some hard ginger candies and cut out all spicy and greasy foods."

"Why would you want candy with ginger of all things in it?" a perplexed Drew begged.

"Because Drew, that's what my mom used to quiet her morning sickness," an amorous Shego purred as she tossed the now empty bowl aside and untied Drakken's royal blue robe to start round four of the days fun.

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There you go fellow campers. A short but sweet tale about how the Moodulator incident could have progressed if it wasn't a Disney produced show.