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In Darkness We Found each other...	By : Aryah Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-For; In Darkness We Found Eachother...
- 2-Don't give in...
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***Late Summer of 2013***
Mission Briefing report:
Rumors of Monkey Fist have been circulating that he is trying to take the ‘Prize’ away from
‘TRUE’ leader of the monkeys. Methods unknown. ‘TRUE’ leader of the monkeys... Unknown.
Two strong holds located in Orange County, Florida;
1) Club Plantain: Known for ‘upper class’ if seedy crowd and place of most of Monkey Fist’s R&D.
2) Che’ Kiefer; up most floors secluded penthouse, human/monkey hybrid guards.
Named ManKeys.
Task: Stop him... Duh?

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“Well this is great... You know I’m just loving this whole jungle theme.” Ron said looking around nervously, he pulled at his bow-tie, and adjusted his camera contacts by rubbing his eye.
“Yeah, I’m thrilled too.” Kim said brushing a strain of her blond wigs hair out of her face, her body clad in a dress the color of an un-ripened bananaets ets just make our way to the upper offices.” She looked in her purse, finding the slide key decoder, Wade had given her.
“Fine by me, I feel like all the monkey statues are watching me.” He said looking at his watch, they had a five minuet distraction as the band struck up another song.
“Don’t be silly, you’re just being paranoid again.” Kim said opening the first of three doors.
“Yeah, more than likely.” He nodded shutting it, touching inside his coat he could feel his side arm, sliding it out he held the E.L.F.S*. low, but ready. “Your clear.” He whispered as they made there way through the dark hall way. “I know you don’t wanna here this K.P. But I got a really bad feeling.”
“You’re right I don’t, what kind of bad feeling?” She asked opening the last door.
“Like this is a...” Ron never finished his sentence, but stood there biting his lip. The room was of of ManKeys, and in the center of them all was Monkey Fist, with a very smug look on his face.
“Were you going to say TRAP?” He asked in his normal British accent. Looking around Ron the the only way out other than the door.
“As a matter of fact yeah I was.” Ron laughed, hiding the rising fear in his gut. Suddenly grabbing Kim, who was busy trying to free her decoder out of the door he threw the both of them through the closed window.
“GET THEM!” He heard Monkey Fist scream, as both the ground and blasters were either gettiloseloser or aiming better. Ron was sure they were going to slam into the ground when Kim pulled out a smaller version of her blow-drier-grappler and swung them safely to the ground.
“Good thinking Ron.” She said with a sigh then looked at him “Oh My God Ron!” She cried out astrietried to pull away, pulling back the outer jacket of his tux, she saw the bright red blooming from his clavicle, under the white shirt.
“It’s not bad, I think it just grazed me.” He said pulling the jacket back on hiding it. “I think we should be exiting stage left... Like now.”
“Right,” Pulling out her Kimmuncator, she called up a ride as they tried to walk quickly away from the building, trying to blend with the crowd. “They’ll be here in five.” Kim said as they waited on a street corner.
“Good.” Ron said the pain slowly getting worse as the adrenaline died down in his system, his E.L.F.S still in his hand. “Let’s walk around.”
“Let’s not.” Said a familiar voice.
“Shit.” R.” Ron whispered turning around he saw Monkey Fist, and a REAL gun pointing at the back of Kim’s head, wig thrown aside.
“Hand your weapon to my friend there.” Ron complied handing it to a ManKey. “Now we can do this one of two ways. I can kill her, then take you... Or I can kill you both now.” Kim was about to say something when she heard the gun cock into place warningly.
“Or we can do number three.” Ron said paling.
“And that is?” Monkey Fist asked, knowing he was about to get what he wanted.
“You let her go, alive... And I’ll go with you, willingly.” Ron felt like he was going to be physically sick, but stemmed it off as Monkey Fist grinning madly.
“Ron, don’t d...: Kim never finished, as Monkey Fist brought the butt of the gun down on her, knocking her out.
“What the fuck!” Ron yelled trying to go to her. But was held back as one of the ManKey’s grabbed him with a meaty hand, thumb pressing into his wound. “Oww, let go! Kim!” Ron called, then Monkey First regarded him coldly.
“I let her go, alive, and you’ll come with me, or I shoot her now.” Monkey Fist said coldly. With a final look at Kim, her back raising up and down with breath, he nodded pulling free of the ManKey, and getting into the limousine with HIS archnemisis.

They never saw the slightly glowing figure on the roof top following them.

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From what she could see the situation had gotten worse. Two ManKey’s were pulling Ron out of the limousine, he stumbled slightly in there grip, he was obviously drugged, and by his weak protest, the drugs weren’t hisice.ice. But his wound was dressed, the front of his tuxedo shirt half un-buttoned jacket hanging lose around his arms.
“Take him up to the penthouse.” Monkey Fist ordered as he made a call on his cell e, te, the ManKey’s pulled the blonde along like he was a paper doll. “I’ve got him.” She heard Monkey Fist whisper on his phone. “And if all goes well by midnight I’ll have his power.”
“Damn...” She hissed as he walked into the building, she quickly pulled out her cell-watch and reported in.

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Opening his eyes a crack he closed them again quickly, as he only saw the blinding white light. ~The hospital again?~ He wondered, Ron could tell this wasn’t he dorm room bed, or the bed in his parents house, hell it wasn’t even Kim’s futon, there for his mind told him ~Hospital~ Moving to sit up he found he couldn’t, opening his eyes again, ignoring the painful light and ache in his head, he looked around horrified and desperately tried to remember everything that happen. ~Limo... Monkey Freak, funny smell, after that night night....~ Then he had it all sorted out. ~BASTARD DRUGGED ME!~ He tried to call out but found himself gagged. ~DAMN IT!~ Looking around, he realized his arms were tied above his head, his collar-bone was patched up and numb. Then he realized something more frightening than anything else. His legs were tied, apart, under beneath a sheet...... that he was naked under. ~Oh God, horror flicks always start like this!~ Pulling frantically at his bonds he stopped and feint sleep when he heard the door knob turning. ~Oh Shit... Oh shit... Oh Shitters... Please be a bad dream.~
“This is not a bad dream Mr. Stoppable. I can hear you thinking all the way from the door.” He head Monkey Fist mock. “You must understand this is all business to me. A matter of supply and demand.” Ron shivered at the insane edge to his voice. “You have something I want, there for I DEMAND that you SUPPLY it for me.” Ron could hear him moving closer, then a firm grip on his jaw yanking it to the left. “OPEN YOUR EYES!” Opening them out of a mix of sheer surprise and fright he saw Monkey Fist glaring down at him, standing next to the bed.
~Let me wake up plea..~ ..~ Ron thought pulling his chin from the grasp.
“I assure you Mr. Stoppable this isn’t a dream.” Monkey Fist, slipped a hairy finger, between Ron’s jaw and the gag. “Now understand when I take this off, nobody will be able to hear, and if they can they work for me and WON’T be helping you.” Not giving any response, Ron just kept glaring. With a shrug he gave it a tug and it fell away into his palm.
“What the hell is all this?” Ron asked not sure of the answer.
“This?” Fist asked laughing. “This is me getting the power from you.” Ron glared at him questioningly. “Yes you, you were the one in the report, I made sure that it would be you and Possible on this case. I sent the information. You see, you managed to retain some Mystical Monkey Power, and the prophecy claims that YOU of all people will be the leader of the monkeys... And I just can’t have that.” Ron just looked at him in shock.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ron asked bewildered. “I lost the power just like you did when the statues got broken.” Ron said remembering.
“Yes, but not all of it. And that reminds me.” With out warning Monkey Fist brutally back handed the captive blond in the face, receiving joy from the tickle of blood from his lower lip. “That was for foiling my first plan, the first time.” Then another from the other direction. “And that was for the second.” After that he gave him a back and for the other three times. “I have suffered because
of you boy.” Then he regarded him for a moment. “Not so much a boy now are you? What twenty-one at the most?” He questioned sitting on the bed. Ron moved as far away from the freak as the bonds would let him. “Answer me.” He growled, starting to lose his British calm.
“Twenty-three.” Ron said with a look of disdain.
“Twenty-three? My how the years do pass.”
“What makes you think you’ll get it?” Ron asked gratingly. Monkey Fist leaning close his face inches from Ron’s, brancing himself with his arms on either side of the blondes head.
“You’ll give me what I want, in fact my dear boy, you’ve already started by coming with me willingly.” Then without warning he licked the side of Ron’s face, savoring the mix of sweat, blood and Ron’s own taste. Jerking away he looked at him in shock.
“What the Hell are you talking about? I didn’t come hear willingly!” Ron yelled in his face, as bile seamed to fill his mouth.
“Yes you did. I didn’t suggest you come with me and have her live, you did. I was going to kill her... But you did what?” Monkey Fist pause waiting for Ron to finish.
“I’d said let her going and I’ll go willingly.” Ron said realizing.
sin since you’re such a smart boy guess how I’m going to GET the power.” Monkey Fist said with almost boyish glee in his voice. Closing his eyes Ron wished he was dead before opening them watching Monkey Fist taking something out of the pocket of his Red rob. A plain simple box, but Ron had learned long ago, bad things came in small packages. Out of it he pulled what looked like a home made cigarette, lighting it he took a long drag from it and exhaled a bluish green smoke, then looked down at Ron.
“Oh I think hell not, I don’t smoke.” Ron said shaking his head as he offered it to him. “Really, no thanks, I don’t smoke.” He tried to turned his head away as Monkey Fist grabbed his face, holding his nose until his hostage was forced to breath. “Mnn!!!!” Ron tried to twist his face away, but was running out of air, his eye widen as he felt slow pressure being applied to his
throat, closing his eye he inhaled.
“Good.” He heard his captor say evil joy in his voice. Ron could feel his body relax suddenly, but his skin seemed to be hyper sensitive, as he exhaled the strange smoke. He noticed the colors in the room seamed brighter and he could taste the air itself, and he felt the swelling on his face die away, he a fea feeling the bruises were gone too.
“What did you do?” Ron asked weakly, his own body seaming heavy for some reason.
“Just finishing the potion I’ll need to take the power from you.” Monkey Fist laughed. “The first was in the limo, and then the smoke and now the act.”
“Act?” He asked feeling the sheets being shifted, he shut his eyes not trusting them at the moment.
“Open your eyes, Stoppable.” He heard Fist order. Shaking his head, he HEARD the coming of his hand, then felt it across his face. He couldn’t help himself as he cried out, Ron couldn’t understand, why had that hurt so much? It had only been an open handed smack, he knew he was way tougher than that. Opening his eyes he watched Fist carefully, his dark blues widened as the Brit. let his robe fall to the ground. To Ron’s disgust his body was covered in thick hair, not Austin Powers hairy, but fur-like hairy. And around he thick, (upstanding)brutal member was corse wirery dark hair.
~He’s hairy and sick and turned on! Shit put your clothes back on!~ Those naturally are Ron’s first thoughts then another came to mind. ~Kill him when you can.~
“Yes I am quite a piece of work aren’t I?” He asked rhetorically. then walking down to the end of the bed he untied one of the ropes holding Ron’s right leg, wrapping the rope in his hand till the top of his hand met the bottom of Ron’s . Ro. Ron shivered dispite the near tropical temperature of the room. “You know none of this would be happening to you, if you and that
Possible chit hadn’t gotten involved the first time around, if you two had just gone bad home and accepted that the statue was stolen.” He crawled on to the bed, making his way to his captive. “But I guess I should be thanking you two, not I’m going to have four-times the power than before, and I’ll have my revenge on YOU.”
“No.” Ron whispered trying futilely to kick his somewhat freed leg, then froze as he left the this silk sheet removed from his body. “No... no. no.no...nononono....”
“Oh yes...” Fist slowly, licked the back of Ron’s leg, starting at his ankle where the rope was leaving angry red marks, past his lean firm calf, and up the muscular thighs, stopping at the bottom of his curved butt. “I see you’ve grown in more ways than one.” Ron(who had shut his eyes the moment he felt Fist’s tongue) glared at him, then tried to move his face away as Fist re-gagged him using his free hand and a foot. Pulling the sheet around them Fist grinned at Ron’s lower region. Mean while Ron was looking back up his hands, wondering if he dislocated his thumbs if he could slip out of the rope. “No you can’t they are to well tied.” Then he felt his leg being raise, as Fist moved it over his hair shoulder, adjusting the rope. “Relax and you’ll be able to enjoy this.” Fist commented licking his fingers.
“Gowa holl” Ron growled around the gag. Then screwing his eyes shut as he felt one of Monkey Fist’s fingers enter him. “Gahhh...” Ron moaned painfully, and the thick rough digit entered him, moving in and out slowly, spit hardly enough lube. ~Hasn’t he ever heard of lotion?~ Ron wondered as the finger left his body, he gasped in a breath not realized he had been holding it.
“Oh hush.” Fist said leaning down he bit one of s nis nipples, tan from so many beach missions this summer.
“Oww.” He bit out as, sharp teeth threatened sensitive internal skin.
“Learn to like it.” Fist laughed cruelly as he forced two fingers in this time, Ron gasped at the painful intrusion.
Then a knock at the door. “Go away!” Fist yelled. Then another more insistent knock. “What.” he yelled, continuing to sissor his fingers roughly in the younger man, his cock growing harder yet at the pained look on the man before his face. “Damn, what are you a virgin?” He commented as he added another finger. “What do you want?” He asked the guard opening the door, his eyes on the one holding the power he desired.
“Gnnnnnnn!!” He cried out, as he was dryly openurthurther, he bit the gag tossing his head back in forth.
“Trouble.” Said a dvoicvoice.
“So? I hold you not to bother me even if somebody came for him.” Fist said with a sigh as he continued, working.
“So you better have a good reason.” Fist said grinning as a sharp nail, elicited a muffled cried, from the man before him.
“They came for him, she fought.” The voice said changing, then Ron looked towards the door, tears threatening to shed. “And they won.”
“WHAT?” Monkey Fist cried turning, the figure walking in raised her gun and fired a green beam hitting him in the chest. Knocking the monkey out of the bed, laying on the floor twitching. Then somebody else walked in a moment later, the blue leather of his jacket shining, like armor. Uniting the blondes arms and removing the gag.
“Are you all right?” Asked the familiar voice. Looking at him Ron focused his bleary eyes the wrapped his arms around his middle, forcing him to sit on the bed
~It’s been so long and now he shows up saving me?~ Ron thought. “Drakken.” Ron whispered, as he felt the older mans arms around his shoulders. Not feeling her untie his leg.
“Cover yourself up.” He heard a female voice crow, throwing him the sheets.
“Thanks Shego...” He said sitting up, pulling them around his body. “How... how did you find me?” He asked standing weakly, wrapping the sheets around himself.
“Followed you, DUH.” Shego said tying up Monkey Fist, with the same ropes he had used on Ron.
“We knew about the corrupted mission.” Drakken said watching Ron incase he fell, “And before you say ‘You should have warned us.’ We also knew that Possible wouldn’t have listened.”
“I would have.” Ron said with a sign sitting on the edge of the bed.
“And she would have said you were still brain washed by me.” Drakken said pointedly.
“Yeah...”
“Yeah yeah yeah...” Shego said coming out of another room. “Look we need to get moving people, not to rush or anything, but there’s a shower in there.” She said pointing to the room she had just walked out of. “I’ll go get our ride, you do what you need to.” With that she opened a window and jumped out.
“She’s right, I’ll wait here for you. Maybe I can find what’s left of your tuxedo.” Drakken said smiling at the boy.
“’K... Thanks Drew...” Ron said softly going into the bathroom, shutting the door. Drakken smiled realized that was the first time in years anyone called him by his first name. Not only that he felt no desire to shoot him, or sick Shego on him. Getting up he walked around lng ang at some of the artifacts Fist had, had laying around. Ancient tablets and scrolls, strange powered and herbs in bundles and powered. Mentally making a list of what they were, and taking a picture of the scrolls and everything else for later resreach. Opening the closest he found, many black pants and shirts, all Ron’s size, ~So they ment to keep him around...~ Drakken thought bitterly. He pulled out a pair of loose pants that looked like the bottom half of a Kung Fu gie, and a stretchy
black T-shirt. Then walking over to Monkey Fist, glared. ~You broke the rules Monty... You crossed a line in the sand for even us bad guys... And if Ron doesn’t kill you I will personally.~ Drakken thought about shooting him there when he heard the water turn off in the other room, quickly he crossed the room, all most tripping over the knocking out Fist.
“Hey, you find anything for me to wear? And I can’t find a towel.” Ron asked opening the door a crack.
“Yes here. Clothing.” Drakken said offering them, but holding them just far enough away that Ron had to half way step out of the steamy bathroom, blushing slightly as he caught Drakken’s eye.
“Thanks.” He said taking them he retreated back, smiling as he shut the door.
“Anything for you Ron...” He whispered then seeing Shego out the window in the helicopter he knock on the door.
“Hate you rush you. But Shego is waiting and I’m sure the police are on the way by now.” He took a step back as Ron opened the door suddenly. Black clearly worked on him, giving the blonde an almost gothic sex apeel.
“Ride? Where?” Ron asked knocking Drakken out of his thoughts, he took Ron’s arm and pulled him to thewindow. “ohh...” They jumped across the gap between them and the helicopter not paying mind to the thirty story drop if they missed. Drakken took control of the ‘chopper as Shego retrieved Monkey Fist, then flew them on out of there away. Ron had fallen asleep within
twenty minutes, resting his slightly damp hair on Drakken’s shoulder.
The blue man smiled, picking up Ron’s hand he examined the red welts on his wrists from the ropes watching them vanish before his eyes. Then looking at his other wrist and found it in similar condition.
“Is he all right?” Shego asked from her pilots seat.
“I think so.... But I want to know why Fisk wanted him.” Drakken said just loud enough for her to hear.
“I hate to say it Doc, but it looked like he wanted him for a Fuck Toy.” She said almost sounding concerned, but definitely disgusted.
“I’ll find out when he wakes up.” Drakken said with an unusual edge to his voice.
“Right.” Shego said knowing Monkey Fist was going to pay for this one, she had grown tolerant of not fond of Ron. Ron who never judged, and could make Drakken act his age n exn extent... How could she not li... Ummm Talerate him?

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Shego landed the helicopter in a lard field, the sudden shift of landing caused Ron to wake abruptly, his head almost colliding with Drakken’s face.
“Sorry, rocky turf.” Shego said pulling of her aviator goggles. “You two go eat I’ll watch Monkey Boy here.” She said nodding to Monkey Fist.
“Where?” Ron asked looking out the window as he unbuckled his flight belt.
“There’s a club just beyond those trees that Shego and I are regulars at.” Drakken said opening the door, then looked at his cohort. “You want the usual?” He asked.
“Yeah but make sure the coke is DIET this time.” She said giving Ron a little shove out the door.
“Move it, I’ve got reading to catch up on.”
“Are you sure?” Ron asked, lng bng back at her, as Drakken pulled him along.
“I said MOVE.” With that she shut the door, and sat herself down on the pilots seat. Mean while Drakken, had a feeling Monkey Fist was going to get an up close and personal with Shego’s fist.

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Ron looked about the club surprised, he didn’t expect Drakken to be a regular at any place like this, and yet now that he was here it seem to fit. Everything was painted black, with either blue or black lights, it had a live band on stage while masses of people danced on the floor. Ron found himself being pulled along to the second floor, for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off the
lead singer. Her voice was something he hadn’t heard in a long time, it was almost haunting.
“She’s good isn’t she?” Drakken asked with an amused look on his face.
“Wha?” Ron asked looking back, realizing they were sitting at a table over looking the stage and dance floor. “Ah yeah she is... who is she?” He asked looking between the stage and Drakken.
“Just the local singer, nobody knows what her real name is.” Drakken sighed then asked. “Are you all right?”
“What’d ya mean?” Ron asked as the waitress handed them their menus.
“You’ve been unusually quiet.”
“I’m fine really...” Then Ron thought for a moment, biting his inner cheek. “My ass is a little sore.”
“HE RAPED YOU?!” Drakken hissed loudly, getting up, pulling out his taser gun. “I’ll fry his peanut size brain!”
“Dude sit DOWN.” Ron begged pulling him back into his seat, suddenly not wanting to be alone.
“Ino ino if it really counted as rape... I mean... it was... He only used his....” Ron stuttered, feeling cold inside for the first time since it happen, as if what had happen finally struck him. Drakken looked at him, true the blonde was now a man twenty-three, having seen more than his share of horrors in his job, but nothing had ever happened to anyone he love, much less himself. Sure he had woke up in the hospital more than his fair share of times, as well as sitting with friends as they were in hospital beds, but nothing like this kind of violation. Drakken ignored the fact they were in public and did what Ron needed, he pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“God... it hurt. It still does...” Ron whispered into Drakken’s shoulder, slow tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes.
“Tell me what he did when you’re ready.” Drakken said, using one hand rub small circles between his shoulder blades, and the other ordering two plates for them and waving the waitress away. Ron slowly pulled himself away, wiping at the tears, laughing hollowly.
“God, I must be such a wuss.” He said smiling, his head in his had, elbow on the table holding his head up. “I mean it’s not like he got it in...” Then wave his middle three fingers at Drakken. “I mean, three right? Only three...” Shaking his head sat strait up and looked around. “Just give me a few and I’ll be ok.” Ron lied to himself.
“No you won’t” Drakken said holding his hand under the table.
“What do you mean?” Ron asked the pointed to his own face. “See smile, already getting better.”
“Don’t lie to me Stoppable, and most of all, don’t lie to yourself.” Drakken said seriously wondering how Monkey Fist would look stuffed and mounted in his living room.
“You called me Stoppable, I must be in trouble.” Ron laugh looking at his rescuer, then whispered. “I didn’t think anyone would come for me... K.P. was totally knocked out and I’m sure the removed the tracer, in my watch.” Drakken nodded, watching him. “I’m lucky you followed me... Is Kim ok?” He asked.
“Yes... unfortunately, Possible lives. I had to hold Shego back from rolling her into the middle of the street.”
Ron laughed haltingly, imagining the secene.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, now eat the foods here.” Drakken said smiled at Ron’s face, when the waitress set two plates of ‘Mexico mix’ two enchiladas, a quesadia, and a side of nachos.
“Gimmie a sec and I’ll be back with your drinks, the usual D?” She asked, brushing her long pony-tail of dread locks behind her back.
“D? Who’s D?” Ron asked as Drakken nodded to her.
“And you hun?” She asked Ron her green eyes, flashing at him.
“A Coke is good.” He said eyeing his food.
“K, be right back.”
looklooked over at Drakken and let out a real laughed.
“WHAT?” The older man asked bemused.
“D? Who the hell is D?” He laughed almost choking on his food.
“Well I can’t just walk in here and say ‘Hello, I’m Dr. Drakken wanted by six federal offices in the USA alone, I’d like a table for two.’ Can I?” He asked indignantly as he took a bite.
“I guess not.” Then he wondered. “What do they call Shego?”
“Don’t ask.” Drakken said rolling his eyes. “Just eat and watch the show.”

On stage the gwas was dancing between the microphone and her lead guitarist, dancing with both. Her short black hair moved around her neck and face highlighting her full lips and dark eyes. Then giving a final headbang and spin as the song ended.
“This next song is for everyone who’s been hurt beyond words... Trust me, I’m been there, and it can get better.......................... If you let it.” She added.
The music started almost orchestra like, then the electric guitar rang in softly then loudly, demanding attention. Her body flowed with each note of the string, eyes close like she was sleeping.

“~Catch me as i fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and i fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know i can stop the pain if i will it all away~”

Ron eat steadily, his eyes never leaving the woman on the stage. While Drakken never stopped watching him.

“~Don't turn away
Don't give in to the pain
Don't try to hide
Though they're screaming your name
Don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don't turn out the light
Never sleep never die

I'm frightened by what i see
But somehow i know that there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
and soon to be blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if i will it all away!~”

Ron found himself humming along to the chorus, his head nodding as he chewed, it was weird this song really was ment for him... He was sure it was ment in general, but if felt like she was singing to him.

“~Don't turn away
Don't give in to the pain
Don't try to hide
Though they're screaming your name
Don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
Don't turn out the light
Never sleep never die

Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me i fear
She beckons me shall i give in
Upon my end shall i begin
Forsaking all i've fallen for i rise to meet the end.~”

As the song winded down Ron found he had cleaned his plate, and emptied his glass twice.
“Do you want rest here tonight?” Drakken asked, Ron turned his eyes from the stage looking at the man he nodded slightly.
“What about Shego?” He asked getting up.
“I’ve already sent her a plate and she’ll drag Monkey Freak into a room for the night so she can rest.” Drakken said leading him to the third floor, the waitress opened a door then handed the blue man a key.
“See you in the morning D.” She said then winked at Ron. “Sleep well hun.”
"D" Ron snorted as they walked in. "D."

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Ron looked around the room dark blue room, he saw a door he was sure led to a bathroom, then realized there was only one bed and a couch, botack ack and comfy looking. He started walking over to the couch when he was stopped by a hand on his arm
“Go ahead and take the bed, you’ve a long day.” Drakken said almost blending into the dark room.
“I couldn’t not after everything you did for me...” Ron said looking at him surprised.
“NO arguing, go bed. Now.” He said pointing to the bed. “I’ve slept on worse now shoo.” As he planted himself on the black couch.
“Fine... Yes Mother.” Ron said sittin thn the edge, pulling off his shoes, tossing his shirt on the night stand. Pulling the covers up he looked over at Drakken smiling. “Would you... umm. ya know?” Ron asked hopping not to say it.
“Go to sleep, I’ll watch you until you do.” Drakken said looking at him, frowning inside, he looked so young sitting there in the bed, his hair in his eye, the black light making his clear skin even more perfect looking. Ron smiled weakly, and laid down knowing he was being watc.. b.. by somebody he could trust.

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Half way through the night Drakken fell of the couch woken by a near panicked scream in the room, snapping on the black light he fell over the coffee table as he ran over to the bed. His eyes half shut he found Ron struggling in his sheets.
“RON!” He yelled.
“No stop!” Ron yelled in his sleep. “It hurts... god it hurts!” He cried suddenly swinging a fist, making contact with Drakken’s eye. Adrenaline got him up quick and back on the bed avoiding anymore accidental blows.
“STOPPABLE WAKE UP!” He yelled shaking the sleeping man. starz danced in the side of his vision.
“Wha?” Ron asked opening his eye, looking into Drakken’s worried eyes, one of which was starting to discolor, and swell. “Oh my god I’m sorry!” Ron gasped reaching to touch it, then pulling away he ran into the bathroom throwing up in the toilet. The blue man followed him quietly, filling up a cup of water handing it to him. “I’m sorry.” Ron whispered taking the cup swishing it in his mouth before spitting it out, then drinking the rest. He leaned against the cold plastic of the bathtub, his skin seeming to hot for his own good.
“Feel better?” Drakken asked, his and was a guttural groan. “I see.” He refilled the cup and watched him drain it quickly. “Lets get you back to bed.” Ron nodded shaking. “Tomorrow I’ll take you back home...” Drakken pulled the covers up around his charge for the night, he was about to go back to his couch when he felt and hand on the back of his coat.
“Stay.” Ron whispered.
“What?” Drakken asked not sure if he heard right.
“Stay with me ‘onight... ‘on’t wanna be ‘lone.” Ron trailed off not letting go. Sighing Drakken unbuttoned his long trench coat taking it off, he laid it over the now sleeping agent. Then laying down next to him on top of the blanket.
“Don’t give in to the pain, Ron... Don’t.” Drakken said falling asleep.

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Notes....
Soo ummm... *hides behind a tree* Don’t like throw anything at me. OK? I know I was mean and horrible to Ronnikins. But I had to! You’ll see, it’s called character development! OUCH! Shit that hurt!! Who threw that?!?! *s* Us* Ummm I like reviews... Really I do, but not constructive reviews, aka, flames... Will be used to roast marshmallows...

Good Gods that chapter took A LOT outta me... Now I can sleep some... Unless people come after while I sleep....

Oh wait the E.L.F.S.
Um stands for, wait lemme think...
E- Electric
L- Low
F- Frequency
S- Shock

One shot stuns, two shots knock you out, three kills... Simple ne? Unless you skip the first setting(it only has two{off doesn’unt}unt}), and then one shot knocks you out and two kills, not sure what three does.

Think the Zats from StarGate.... Umm I figured Ron needed a toy just for him that Kim didn't have.

The song ‘Whisper’ belongs to evanescence and © 2003 Wind-Up Records
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