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Kim Possible: The Possible Factor

By LJ58

1

"Uh," was Ron's only reply when the shapely cheerleader came up to him just after squad practice, and asked to speak to him.

"It's okay, Ron," Kim nodded at him, thinking that the brunette just had something she wanted to relay since Bonnie had been improbably teamed with Ron on a class project. She could tell something was bugging the usually snaky brunette, and could just imagine the girl was hoping she could get Ron to do something about the assignment, since she was less than enthused when Mr. Barkin had paired off the class for their current projects.

Kim had Monique as her partner, so she wasn't too worried.

Bonnie, however, had just groaned when her name was linked with Ron.

"I'll go change, and meet you in the parking lot," Kim waved as she headed for the locker room, leaving Ron standing there with Bonnie, still holding his 'Mad Dog' head as he stared at Bonnie.

Who looked very, very anxious.

"So, what's the stich," Ron tried tossing off.

Bonnie burst into tears.

KP

"So, what's up," Kim grinned at Ron as the brown-eyed boy climbed into the car, and stared blankly. "Bonnie already bailing on helping you pass history?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," her sandy-haired partner, and best friend remarked neutrally.

"Not sure," Kim asked, starting the car after Ron buckled in. "What did she want?"

"She, ah, wanted me to come over tonight. With my folks. Something she had to….share."

"Give, Ron," Kim frowned. "What's going on?"

"I honestly don't know, KP," her longtime friend sighed. "I'm kind of confused over what she wants my folks to hear at all. I'm not feeling a good vibe here, though. She just said it was important, and they needed to be there."

"At her house?"

"Yeah."

Kim pondered that one a few minutes as they drove home down familiar streets, and then nodded ot herself.

"Want me to come with?"

"No. I figure my folks will be enough. You know my mom. If something weird is going on, she'll put her foot down fast."

"True," Kim agreed, knowing the woman had been less than supportive the first time Kim had 'dragged Ron off' on one of her missions.

It wasn't even a dangerous one. Still, Mrs. Stoppable had grilled her for almost two hours before she reluctantly gave her son the okay to join what eventually became 'Team Possible.' If Bonnie Rockwaller was up to something wonky, she had little doubt that the Stoppables would put an end to it.

"Well, call me when you can," Kim told him, driving him home, and leaving him at the drive. "I have to get home, and get started on my own project. Good luck," she told him, nodding his way before he climbed out of the car.

"You, too. Not that you need it, but…."

"Thanks, anyway," she smiled at her longtime friend.

"Well, better get this over with."

"You're actually going to have them go meet….?"

"It sounded serious, KP. We both know Bon-Bon is all about the show, but she seemed a bit….upset. Seriously upset. I figure I better face this fast before she tries to make it…. You know, my problem."

Kim just nodded, and watched as he reached his front door after he closed the car door, and walked away, waving over his shoulder. Fortunately, the usual rogues were laying low just then, and it might have had something to do with Drakken's fiasco after they had kidnapped Ron not long ago. Word was, Shego had beat up the blue-skinned loon herself after he literally blew millions on a self-destructing laser.

No surprise there. Half the stuff the guy built blew up. Sometimes without help.

Putting her car in gear again, she put Bonnie from her mind, and headed home as she pondered just how to approach the class project she had to do. She wondered if Monique had any brainstorms yet. She'd have to call, and find out.

KP

"So, what's the scoop," Kim asked firmly as she pulled up next to Ron, who was trudging to school on the third day since his disappearance.

And he had disappeared. After his apparent chat, he bailed on school the past few days, and wasn't even around when she went looking to see if something was wrong. Considering his folks were gone, too, she supposed he was all right, but it did have her concerned.

Ron looked at the redhead through the open window, but didn't immediately move to get into the Roth.

"Ron?"

"Uh, I'm not sure I should…..ah, ride with you just now," he told her.

"What? Why not," Kim huffed.

"Well….."

"Ron, get in the car," she growled as she shook her head at his confusing antics.

He looked around, sighed, and finally got into the car. It spoke to his distraction that Kim had to prompt him to buckle up twice before he actually did so.

"Okay, Ron. Spill," Kim demanded.

Ron just sighed heavily.

Then, looking out the window, he murmured something she couldn't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"We're married," he said a little more loudly.

Kim's brain refused to process the statement.

"Okay, when do you start making sense," Kim demanded, looking at him as if he had just grown two heads. Or started babbling nonsense.

Again.

"Let me do this….in order," Ron finally remarked, still not looking at her. "Do you remember when I got that first royalty check," he sighed. "The Naco money?"

Kim groaned as she put the car into gear, and headed for school.

"Don't remind me."

"Okay, okay. It was not my finest hour," he grumbled dourly.

Kim's expression was eloquent.

"And this has what to do with you missing three days of school without a word?"

"Well, ah…. Remember when Bonnie was following me around with the rest of my peeps," Ron asked a little sheepishly.

"Wait. When you said 'we're married?' Not…..?"

"Bonnie," he nodded. Only then looking at her.

"As in….Bonnie Stoppable."

He nodded again.

"But….why," she gasped. "For one, neither of you is even of age, and…."

"Actually, we are old enough to marry under certain….circumstances."

"Which are?"

"Well, when Bonnie was with my posse….. We, ah, kind of….had some…..up close, and personal…..meetings."

"You didn't," Kim gasped, catching on immediately.

Ron groaned.

"In my defense, I was probably drunk at the time."

Kim's expression should have lowered the temperature dramatically as she turned those suddenly glacial, green eyes on him. Ron cringed, but said nothing as she finally put her attention back on the road, and pulled into the parking lot to park in her usual slot near the front of the school.

She shut off the engine, staring ahead of her, and not even looking his way.

Finally, just when he felt sure things couldn't get much more awkward, she all but growled, "Explain."

He swallowed hard, and knew this had to be said. It was, he knew, also the only reason Ron's new, if unlikley wife had let him walk to school to meet with her longtime rival.

He sighed, having to admit as he remembered that night several months ago, that Bonnie had been….nice. Okay, she was mercenary, milked him like a proverbial cow for cash, jewelry, or favors, but she had been….nice. When they attended the local wrap party for a bigshot director's new film that had just finished being shot in the area, he had felt like he was king of world while mingling with those real stars, and celebrities without Kim being the cause for his presence.

Then, he was handed a drink.

A real one.

And another.

Then, somehow, he ended up in a room with Bonnie. Who had obviously had a few drinks herself.

They woke up the next morning in the same bed.

Both of them naked.

It was a night neither had mentioned since.

Until Bonnie dragged him aside to talk to him three days ago, and dropped a bomb on his head.

"So, because you….slept with her a few months ago, and her folks found out, they're making you get married," Kim sputtered.

"Got married," Ron sighed, not admitting the vaguely uncomfortable honeymoon was still kind of nice as he 'reconnected' with the very anxious brunette. "And it wasn't just because we slept together. It's because we didn't use…..you know," Ron blushed.

Kim's jaw should have bounced off the steering wheel, it dropped so low.

"No," she gasped in genuine shock.

Ron nodded.

"Bonnie's having my baby. Well, our baby."

"Wait. Wait," Kim shook her head violently. "How do you know it's yours? You know how she is," she told him. "She might still be after your trust now that your folks are putting your royalties away…."

"KP. It's mine. My baby. That first day? We had a paternity test done. Just to be sure, though Bonnie did say…..I was the only boy…. Uh, guy, she had slept with all year."

"But…. Brick Flagg….."

"Apparently, he never got off first base," Ron said with a bitter smile. "Go figure."

"But you got all the way home," Kim growled irritably now.

"In my defense," Ron began, then fell silent.

"Well," Kim hissed.

"I'm thinking," he told her with an anxious look.

Kim groaned.

"Listen. I'm kind of trusting my….our secret with you. Bonnie doesn't want anyone else to know for now. For now we'd like to keep this kind of….low-key. We still have a lot of things to work out, and she'd rather not have everyone gossiping about her just now."

"No, she'd rather gossip about everyone else," Kim huffed. "But now that the shoe is definitely on the other foot…."

"Kim," Ron cut in. "Seriously? She's under a lot of stress. Think about it, she's going to have a baby. Her dreams just got put on hold. Maybe…. Maybe for good. Both our folks agreed that marriage was our best….solution. Maybe they're right. I don't know. But…. I took vows. I made promises. I'd like to try to make this work. That doesn't mean you stop being my best friend," he quickly told her earnestly. "But….maybe you could just try to be a little nicer….."

"Don't expect miracles," Kim grumbled. Then sighed, and eyed his uneasy expression. "I'll try, but…. What about missions, Ron?"
"Well, that's not really an issue. I don't see why we can't still manage to work them in. I mean, I get around school, and everything else while still helping you. I'm sure I can work this in, too," he smiled sincerely.

Kim looked less certain, but finally nodded.

"Don't worry. I won't say a thing. Frankly, I never wanted any trouble with Bonnie anyway. That was all on her."

"Well, to be fair, you both are pretty….."

Ron faltered when Kim pulled the keys from the ignition as that now heated, green gaze turned on him.

"Uh…. You're competitive. You're both pretty…..competitive. That's what I meant. In a good way," he assured her.

"Right," Kim muttered even as Bonnie's little convertible pulled up four spaces down, and she pointedly looked toward them.

"So, she's going to keep your marriage a secret, too?"

"Uh….. As long as we can. Of course, no more dating. I mean, other people. We are going to be…. You know, seeing each other. But hopefully that will cover…. You know, the….issues. Give us time to get to know one another," he rambled in true Ron fashion.

"Let me get this straight," Kim frowned. "You say that you…..are going to date…..your wife?"

"Well, we do need to get to know each other," he smiled helplessly as they climbed out of the car only after Bonnie left her car, all but stalking toward the front door after a scathing look their way.

Or maybe just Kim's way.

Or…..Ron's?

"I'd say you obviously already know each other pretty well," Kim remarked as she locked her doors, and headed for the building.

"Kim," Ron groaned. "It's not like that!"

Kim's expression was suitably dubious.

"Okay, but not like you think. I told you, I was….."

He stopped, lowering his voice when he realized several other students were looking their way.

"How'd he screw up this time, girl," a dark-skinned girl grinned as Monique met her at the door, having seen them cross the parking lot.

Kim her friend, and sighed as Ron looked anxious.

"You'd never believe me in a million…. Billion years," Kim growled, and walked off without saying anything else.

Monique's dark gaze tracked Ron headed one way, and Kim the other, and shook her head.

"Whoa. Hope it's not a sign of the apocalypse," she grimaced.

KP

"Stoppable, what's this nonsense about a family trip?"

"Well, it was a family trip," Ron said as Steve Barkin predictably scowled over his admission slip that offered a generic excuse for his absence.

"What kind of family trip," the big man scowled bleakly. "Death? Terminal illness? You're planning on moving soon," he asked almost hopefully. "Because 'family trip' does not excuse the nine pop tests you missed."

"Nine," Ron squeaked. "I was only gone three days."

"And you missed nine quizzes in the classes I was leading. Which means….."

"Man," Ron groaned.

"Detention, Stoppable," the big man growled. "And tomorrow, you'd better be bringing me a better note that actually excuses your absences. Unless you care to repeat the year for failing your classes."

"Failing," he squeaked again as a few of his peers around him sniggered. "For missing a pop tests."

"Twenty percent of your grade, and don't you forget it. That's twenty percent of your grade in all six classes. Things aren't looking good for you, Stoppable," Steve Barkin almost purred in his face.

It was not a good sound. Or a nice expression.

Ron kept his very tense fingers from clenching, but said nothing.

"I'll tell dad you said I forged is note. He'll be happy to discuss it with you," Ron said evenly after a very long pause.

"You do that. After you get out of detention."

Steven Barkin only noticed the desk after Ron had left the class when the bell finally rang. The slacker had sat there glaring the entire forty-seven minutes, and never said another word. When he walked around the class, checking the desks for graffiti, and the like, he noted the sides of the pressed wood desktop looked…..cracked.

"Shoddy workmanship," he reasoned with a grumble, and kept going. "Must be from China."

To Be Continued…