SuperRon

Disclaimer: The LSAT was owned, but sadly enough I still do not own Kim Possible, or any of the other various copyrighted things I may reference in this story.

Chapter One: Unexpected Discoveries

Eastern Colorado – Late 1980's

The late night sky was crystal clear, a crescent moon dipped towards the western horizon and millions upon millions of crystalline points marked a universe full of stars sweeping across the wide expanses of the plain many miles from civilization. In fact, were it not for the young couple driving along the dark solitary road it could be mistaken that mankind had never ventured into this corner of the world.

The young couple in question was not important, at least not yet they weren't, for their part in our story hadn't quite arrived yet as they made their way towards the city they planned on making their new life in. The man of the couple was an actuary, and his company had offered him a new position in the city he and his new wife were driving towards.

Speaking of his wife, she had agreed to the move after turning down a slightly higher paying job in Norway, ordinarily she would have had no problem making more money than her husband and he would have been quite fine with it as well. But she had heard some odd things about Norway, and having once tried some of the cuisine, namely meat pies, she had politely inquired if there were any other positions open and as if fate itself wanted to bring them to the spot they were driving to at that very moment, one was open in the same town her husband had just been offered a position in.

The young lady rolled down the window of the small moving van and stuck her head out to get a better view of the sky. "Look dear," she said with a small note of wonder in her voice, "there are so many stars out here, it's like you can see into forever."

Taking his attention partly off the road briefly, the man looked up through the window and commented, "the moon sure is brighter too once you get away from all the cities. I wonder how the view will look once we get to Middleton."

"Oh shush," his wife chided him, "everything will be fine." Then with a gasp she said, "Look at that star twinkle, it's so bright."

The star in question was so bright her husband had no trouble deciding which of the many candidates his wife was talking about, "are you sure that's a star?" he asked "I thought only something like Venus could get that bright."

"You can only see Venus in the evening and morning," his wife said absently her attention still on the star, "it's getting even brighter, maybe we're seeing a supernova. Wouldn't that be exciting, I don't think one's been visible to the naked eye for a few centuries now."

"That's not a nova," the young man said as he slowed the van, "it's getting bigger too, and fast. I think that's a meteor."

Before his wife could say anything, the star sprouted a red halo and a dull rumbling began to grow in the van. Bringing the van to a halt, the young couple watched in awe as the glowing object sped towards the Earth in a halo of fire. Its crashing to the surface was easy to spot because of the trail of fire it left along the ground and the plume of dirt that started rising from where the meteor lay, blotting out a swath of stars.

Getting out of the van the couple slowly walked towards the bright red glow coming from just beyond the first hill bordering the road. As they crested the hill they both gasped in shock, it wasn't a meteor that had crashed, it was a craft of some sort.

"What… what is that?" the young man breathed out.

"It looks like something from one of your old science fiction books." His wife was scarcely louder.

The man was about to say something but the craft began to hiss and disappeared in a cloud of steam. The couple took several steps back, ready to run back to the van at the first sign of danger. The craft was shrouded in steam for almost 20 seconds before it began to clear, even before they could see the ship itself both the man and woman thought they could hear a baby's wails.

As the steam cleared enough to see in the dim light the woman's eyes widened with shock and she ran towards the craft shouting, "There's a baby in there!"

Her husband was right behind her as she scooped the wailing infant up in her arms and started rocking the child in an effort to calm him down. "What happened to him?" She asked with rage boiling in her voice, "who could do something like this to a baby?"

"I don't know," the man said as he walked up and looked inside the craft, "but whoever they are they left a note." He looked at the metal plaque hastily affixed to the side of the Spartan interior of the craft, it was covered in symbols he thought must be letters or words but he had never seen anything that even began to resemble them. Reaching out to touch the plaque he grabbed his hand back as the metal begin to shift as soon as his hand made contact with it.

To whomever finds this craft and our son, greetings.

I am Cel, an assistant to JorEl of Krypton, and by the time this craft reaches you with its cargo I will be long dead. It is my greatest hope that you have found my son alive and well along with this message, regrettably he does not yet have a name, but children are not named till their first week has passed and our planet is dying around us as I write this. I beg of you who finds this to look after my son as if he were your own, if possible let him grow thinking he is your own that he might have as normal a life as possible. I say this because though I had hoped to fill this craft with a history of our people and culture I am pressed for time to scribe this message to you. Should he ever find out who he truly is, a son of Krypton, the only advice I can give you is to tell him to seek out KalEl, JorEl I know is building a ship like this, but he has compiled a history of our people to accompany his son. There is so much more I would like to say that will never be said, the time is at hand when I must send my son into the unknown to save his life but before I die you who find this have my eternal thanks and you my son have my eternal love. Goodbye.

"This little boy is an… an…" the woman held the child out at arms length to look at him, "I just can't believe it, he looks so normal. Blonde hair, brown eyes, he could pass for our own, especially in a new town."

"Dear, what are you doing?" The young woman asked as her husband walked around the craft inspecting it.

"Well," he said walking towards her, "we're going to need to make sure this house we're moving into has a big basement if we're going to hide something like this. Oh, and what do you think about Ronald for a name, I don't think there's anyone with that name on either side of the family."

Secret Lair – Present Day

"Alright, first mission of the new school year." Ron Stoppable said to his best friend as they landed on the roof of Dr. Drakken's latest secret lair.

"Yeah," Kim pulled off her helmet shaking her hair loose, "but you didn't have to come on this one Ron. I mean it's just Drakken's run of the mill death ray and it's not every day you turn 18."

"And today is not your day KP," Ron said as he retrieved Rufus from his pocket to open the inner lock on the grate that would be their way in, "but it is mine and I think there's nothing wrong with spending the day with my best friend doing what we do best."

"Thanks Rufus," Kim pulled open the grate. Sliding down into the air vents she shouted up at Ron, "well birthday boy, when we get back we'll spend your day doing something a little more fun. We can hit Bueno Nacho before heading back to your house for the party."

"Sounds good," Ron dropped behind her silently, "say would it be a good idea to invite Drakken and Shego to my party, I mean we do spend enough time with them that I'd almost feel bad if they missed out."

"Ron!" Kim laughed as she dropped from the vent into a hallway.

"What?" Ron said lightly dropping behind her.

"You'd better be keeping that funny man routine hidden," Kim joked as they walked through the lair, "otherwise you'll have every girl in the high school trying to get you for senior prom."

"Don't worry Kim," Ron said just as jovially, "the Ronster reserves the funny man routine for best friends only."

"Glad to hear it," Kim said in mock seriousness, "otherwise I'd be worried that Bonnie might try to take you to prooooooooooooo…!"

Before Kim could get the last word out the section of floor they were walking over dropped out from under them leaving the teen heroes and naked mole rat plummeting down a vertical shaft. With smooth metal surfaces and a straight fall the trio was soon falling at speeds that could be quite painful on landing.

Ron threw his legs and arms out and felt the jolt as his limbs slammed into the walls of the shaft slowing him down. To his horror he watched as Kim tried the same thing, but her slightly smaller form couldn't quite reach the walls and she and Rufus continued falling. "Kim!" he shouted as he watched his best friend slam into the ground, it was only with mild relief he saw Rufus land on the redhead. But when the naked mole rat looked up and gave him a thumbs up to show that Kim was only unconscious he felt nearly faint with relief.

And then as he heard Drakken and Shego's voices Ron's anger boiled over and he felt something, he didn't know what, snap inside of him.

"Ah ha!" Drakken shouted in joy, "My trap worked perfectly!"

"I'm impressed Dr. D." Shego said much more levelly, "but where's the buffoon?"

"Who cares," Drakken scoffed, "Kim Possible is laid before us, now if you would eliminate this pest."

"With pleasure," Ron was sure he only imagined it, but he could have sworn that as Shego spoke he heard the scuff of her boots on the floor as she sprung towards Kim.

It was moot point to the blonde as he had already dropped from his perch as Drakken finished his speech. Landing he saw Shego in midair, her hand already lit up ready to do Kim in once and for all. Just as Ron thought he was going to be too late everything seemed to go into slow motion, he looked and he could see the beginnings of looks of surprise frozen on Drakken and Shego's faces.

Calmly moving forward with everyone else in what seemed like a state of suspended animation he grabbed Shego's outstretched hand. Curiously enough he felt no real heat from the plasma surrounding the villainess' hand. Deciding not to reflect on that, Ron whipped Shego around like he meant to whip her back the way she came. But instead of simply flinging her he stepped forward into a spin, still holding Shego by the hand so she was spun around with him. Completing the spin Ron threw Shego with as much strength as he could muster into the control panel for the death ray at the other end of the room.

And then the world returned to normal, Drakken whipped his head to the exploding panel even as the look of surprise at Ron's appearance finally finished forming on his face. "Nooo!" The mad scientist shouted as his latest plan for global domination exploded in his face. Turning towards the villain, Ron moved and the world seemed to freeze again, running over to the console he grabbed the unconscious Shego and a length of thick wiring. Taking the two back over to Drakken he stood Shego up against the mad scientist and quickly tied them together with the cord before sitting them down.

"Whaaa?" Ron could only laugh as Dr. Drakken tried to figure out how he had gotten tied up when he hadn't yet even processed how Shego had been beaten. Walking back over to Kim he noticed Rufus standing next to his best friend wide eyed in amazement at what he had just seen.

"Yeah," Ron nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm not exactly sure what that was but I'm still me."

Rufus stared at him for a few seconds before running up his leg to take his normal spot in Ron's pocket. Naked mole rat once again in place Ron knelt next to Kim and started gently prodding her trying to wake her but not hurt her since the redhead would quite likely be rather sore from the fall she had just endured.

"Mmmmmmm" was the first thing Kim got out as her eyes fluttered open.

"You ok KP?" Ron helped Kim slowly stand up.

"Yeah," Kim rubbed her head, "but what happened? How'd you… wow I'm impressed Ron."

Deciding to change the subject Ron said, "As much as I appreciate the praise, my stomach is telling me it would much rather have a grande sized Naco, mind calling us a ride?"

"Well I guess it's your stomach's birthday too." Kim smiled as she pulled the Kimmunicator from her pocket.

Stoppable House

Ron closed the door chuckling as the last guests left his party. He and Kim got back to his house to discover that Kim, Felix, and Monique had told a few people about his birthday, who had told a few more people, who had told yet a few more, and so on. Of course his parents had found out about this and decided that the additional guests should surprise him. Something Kim had taken great joy in, using the Kimmunicator to capture his face at the moment everyone jumped out.

The best moment though had been when Tara dragged none other than Bonnie up to him to wish him a happy birthday. The look on the brunettes face would have been more than enough of a present but then Tara had decided that since it was his 18th birthday he deserved a real mans gift, or since they weren't dating a quick peck on the lips. And when Kim later decided the same thing he came to the conclusion that 18 was a very good year in a man's life.

Walking over to where his parents were lounging on the couch Ron stopped and stood nervously before them. "Mom, dad," he said, "can we talk?"

His parents looked at each other and then with a sigh his father stood up and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Son," his voice was grave, "I know that today you're a man in the eyes of God and the church, and Kim and Tara are both very beautiful women but the Scriptures says …"

"No! No!" Ron was bright red as he cut his father off, "it's not like that, well at least not yet. But something happened today, when Kim and I were on our mission. I just wanted to know if you or mom can do… things."

"What do you mean Ron?" His mom stood up and shared a knowing look with his dad.

"You know," Ron tried to sound conversational, "move at super-speeds, be stronger than any person should be, be able to hear things that should be way too quiet, those sorts of things."

Sharing another look his parents started walking towards the basement. "Follow us," his dad said over his shoulder, "I suppose it's time we showed you something."

Silently following his parents down into the basement Ron watched as his dad pulled aside old boxes, Ron had always wondered why his parents kept those boxes, they'd had them since moving to Middleton just after he was born. The answer was not what he had expected, behind the boxes was something that looked like what Mr. Dr. P would doodle down in his daydreams.

"Mom, Dad," Ron gaped at the space ship, "what on Earth is this?"

"It's not from Earth," his dad said, "and well… neither are you. Your mother and I had hoped we'd never have to have this conversation but I suppose there's one last thing you need to see."

His mom reached into the craft and pulled out some sort of metal plaque, "this is as much as we know. Your father and I hope you'll understand that we didn't want to say anything when we didn't know much ourselves."

Ron's eyes widened as he read the message, he wasn't even human. But how could he find this KalEl, he didn't think someone would run around with a name like that.

"We did some looking," she went on, "just in case this day ever came. KalEl goes by another name, one you're actually pretty familiar with, Superman. And even though we can't help you find him there is someone who he talks to and I bet he could, his name is Clark Kent, he's a reporter for the Daily Planet."

AN: For the record, yes I have been dead. But after brutal combat with the LSAT and a bout of Senioritis I am back to once more be the scrappy fighter writing in the face of convention, though I'm not sure what convention is in this case but I'm still fighting it. I think though I'll only enter battle once every week on this story at least for now. College has a terrible habit of giving you work and I kind of need to finish that before I can write, but if time permits I'll go for twice a week, for now though think of this as another reason to love Fridays. Ciao till next Friday good people out there.