Author's note: And here it is, the last chapter. Thanks to all of you who read this, and a special thanks to those who reviewed it. You Rock, guys! As always, I don't own the characters, and I'm not making money off of this.

Here we go!

Professor Dementor eyed the man standing in front of him. If it hadn't been for the introduction, he would have assumed he was a salesman, or maybe a Mormon, and sent him packing. Now, however, he was intrigued.

"So... I am assuming that you are ze father of that INFERNAL TEEN INTERRUPTOR?"

"Well, normally people call me doctor. Or sir. Or Kim's dad", James replied. Fixing his eyes on the villain.

"Vell, vhat are you doing here? I am not used to family members OF MY ENEMIES COMING OVER FOR A VISIT! Exempt for maybe Gemini, but he's a special case", Dementor said, He could feel drops of water running down his back, and it was making him more irritated.

"Yesterday, you tried to rob the bank in Middleton", James said, trying to get control of the situation. "You used some kind of mind control device, and it has... affected my daughter."

"You mean my Dementor-balls? But she vasn't in the bank when I USED THEM! SHE COULD NOT HAVE BEEN AFFECTED!" Dementor's shouting was starting to grate on James now, but he didn't want to show that just yet.

"Well, she was. And since you are responsible... I want the antidote. Now." Dementor eyed James again and frowned.

"And just how has she been affected, I VONDER?" She grinned.

"For you information... She has been kissing a close friend for over 24 hours. I assure you... I am not amused at all, so if you so much as snicker.." James tried to put on his most intimidating face. Dementor raised his eyebrows.

"Kissing? Huh. I never thought that my balls could be used for such... such... FILTH!"

James had to bite the insides of his cheeks. Don't anger the madman more than you have too, Jimmy, he thought to himself.

"Nevertheless... It happened. Now, are you gonna give me the antidote or am I gonna have to get rough?" Dementor grinned at James' words.

"And just vhy in ze vorld vould I do SUCH A CRAZY THING? If Kim Possible is incapacitated, I could TAKE OVER ZE VORLD! Or at least parts of it", Dementor said, his diabolical smile reaching his ears. James frowned.

"In that case, Professor... Say hello to my little friend."

Dementor looked down at James' feet. As he did, Rufus jumped out and waved a hello.

"I have already met ze naked mole rat, I don not need TO BE FORMALLY INTRODUCED!"

"No, Professor, I wasn't talking about Rufus", James said, now grinning. Rufus looked up and raised his eyebrows. "I was talking about a friend from my childhood. One my brother introduced when I was five. His full name is William Wetley, but everyone calls him..." James paused, as he reached up with his right hand and put his index finger into his mouth. "...Wet Willie."

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"ACH! NEIN! BITTE" NICHT MEHR! HILFE! MY LOYAL- Oh right, I forgot." Dementor squirmed as he tried to get away. It was hopeless, however. James had him secured in a tight headlock.

"It could all be over in a second, Professor, if you just give me the antidote!" James said, still wriggling his finger in the diminutive man's ear. He hated having to resort to this, but for Kim's sake, he wasn't afraid to go further with the torture. Thanks, Slim, he thought.

"FINE! I'LL TELL YOU!" Dementor finally relented. James realeased his grip. "BUT ONLY... If you trade me something of equal value to you..."

James stared at the Professor. While he really didn't want to make any kind of deal with him, he knew that every minute spent on this was a minute more of Kim being stuck in her predicament... He pondered for a moment, but couldn't decide what to do. Suddenly, he felt Rufus climbing up his leg, making his way to his shoulder. When the rodent got all the way up, he leaned in and started whispering in James' ear. Yes... that would work, James thought, as he looked back at the Professor.

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After finalizing their deal, James called Wade, who was promptly given restricted access to Dementor's database, allowing him to download the antidote.

"You don't have the antidote prepared? That seems a bit reckless", he said. Dementor looked frustrated.

"I had too use my last batch on three of the henchmen. Apparently, their masks were faulty, something I vill TAKE UP VITH ZE MANUFACTURER!" James nodded.

"You know... aside from all this... Those, uh, mind control devices are very impressive, with their safeguards and all. How did you come up with them?"

Dementor's visage turned into a more pleased one. Hearing people admiring him for his intellect was one of his favorite pastimes.

"Vell... I invented it vhen I studied at ze MIT in ze seventies. But I have altered it much over the years..."

"Really? Why?" James inquired, the scientist in him taking over. Dementor shrugged.

"Vhen I first invented it, I made it a standard mind control thing, you know? Throw it, yell, everybody do as I say? After a... mishap, I decided it vas simply too dangerous."

James, who had noted Dementor's change in attitude looked perplexed. A standard mind control device would have been a major success for anyone.

"What happened?" He asked. Dementor got a grim look.

"I vas at a party. Normally I didn't go to such... things, but I felt so... happy to have made my first real breakthrough invention. I didn't realize that I had accidentally brought one of ze balls vith me. Vhen I got on ze dance floor... It fell out of my pocket... Someone stepped on it and ze gas inside vas released." James could see Dementor's hands trembling, before being clenched into fists.

"Ve vere tvelve people on that dance floor... Tvelve poor, unfortunate souls who breathed in ze gas... And then... ze song came on. That horrible song. I can still hear it in my nightmares..."

"What song was it?" James asked, breathlessly. Dementor looked at him sternly.

"You think your daughter has it rough vith ze kissing, Doctor Possible? It... is child's play compared to us tvelve. Us tvelve who heard that song and for 48 hours obeyed it's horrid command... Do... ze hustle."

James shuddered. My God.

"Ze horror... Ze horror.." Dementor said, eerily. "It vas after that event that I took on my first truly evil deed. I swore on my family's honor that I vould have my revenge... And I vould not rest until I had achieved ze death... OF DISCO!" He threw his hands up into the air, as if waiting for a dramatic thunderclap. Since it was a rather nice day, it didn't happen.

"You... killed disco?" James was astounded. Dementor just grinned, reveling in the memory.

"Yes... Although, in retrospect it could have been vorse." James gasped. What could possibly be worse than that? "You see... I come from a rich family... and, I admit, my attitude might sometimes anger people... And the song that was played before that... horrible song... vas a song my Ze Ramones. Ze refrain goes, I believe, 'Beat on ze brat vith a baseball bat'. THAT vould not have gone vell for me, I think." James nodded. That could have gone very, very bad.

"After that, I made some changes... I added ze voluntary function, and I made it slow down ze bodily functions. Vish I thought of THAT beforehand... Vith all ze additions, though, it made the effect longer, however, but it couldn't be helped. At least now, if anything goes wrong in ze lab, all I have to do is do take ze antidote and not follow any orders vhile I could be affected. And if I am affected, in any case, it von't be... so messy."

"Professor... I do hope one day you turn away from this villainy... But I know it won't be today. So, for now... If you ever... EVER... use those... devices on my daughter again... It won't be just Mr. Wetley and me who's coming for a visit." With that, James extended his hand. After a seconds doubt, Dementor reached out and shook it.

"I must admit... It vas nice to talk to a real scientist instead of my henchmen... And as for our deal..:"

"Don't mention it, Professor", James said, walking towards the railing he had climbed up, "I am sure you can follow the schematics to ze letter."

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Eventually, James had made his way home. During the ride, Wade had called and confirmed that the antidote Dementor had supplied would definitely work, but that it would take some time to make it. The evening had practically turned into night when Wade finally arrived.

As Anne injected the teens, Wade explained that he didn't know how fast it worked, but it should go pretty fast.

He was right. It took 10 minutes, but finally, finally, Kim and Ron slowly dislodged from each other. As they opened their eyes, they both looked very tired, and not so little dizzy. James breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, after 34 grueling hours, it was finally over.

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Dementor grinned. The construction had gone flawlessly, as well as incredibly fast. This would be a crowning achievement for him. As he stood behind the podium, he knew that in exchange for the antidote he had received an asset that would finally let him take over the world. Finally, he pushed the button.

The rocket's engines came to life. It was a glorious sight to see, as the XJ-4274 launched into the air...

Only to suddenly sputter, it's engines dead. It had only reached a height of 60 feet before it had failed, and now, it fell back down to it's starting point. When it finally came back down, though, it didn't so much land as it exploded.

Dementor viewed the destruction. He could not believe it. He had followed the schematics to the letter!

"This... this can not be! This isn't..." He paused. "POSSIBLE!!"

His scream echoed through the destroyed lair.

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The next morning, Kim sat in the kitchen, slowly eating her breakfast. She sighed. Even though her parents had explained what had happened to her and Ron, she felt... bad. Her mother looked across the table, noting her discomfort.

"Honey... Are you feeling alright?" She asked.

"I don't know, mom", Kim responded. "I mean... me and Ron were already uncomfortable around each other with the whole moodulator thing. Now... Urrgh." Anne looked a little sad as her daughter spoke.

"You know... If you really don't like Ron that way, I'm sure he'd understand..." Kim looked at her mother and frowned.

"That's not it, mom. That's the problem, I don't know if I like Ron or not! I mean... I don't... dislike him or anything... Maybe I actually do like him... you know, that way. But with this and the moodulator... What I feel could just be because of... various mind control... stuff. I just don't know what I'm gonna do!" Kim stared back down at the table. Anne took a breath.

"Honey... there's something I've been meaning to ask you..." Kim looked back up at her mother. "When you were kissing Ron... was it like the moodulator or the mind control chip?" Kim looked a bit stunned, so Anne went on. "I mean... with the chip you said that you were aware of everything, you just couldn't do anything to stop yourself. But with the moodulator, everything seemed to make sense. What was this like?"

Kim pondered for a moment.

"Well... Sort of in between, actually... I mean... I wasn't totally out of it, I knew... what was going on, sort of. But it didn't feel... bad. It certainly didn't feel like we were stuck like that for 34 hours. Actually, it felt very good, now that I think about it. Very good." Anne couldn't help but smile.

"Really?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, but... That just makes it worse!" Kim exclaimed, throwing her hands up. Anne raised an eyebrow.

"How do you figure?"

"Because it's another mind control thing! I mean... it's just like with the bodily functions, it's another side effect!" Anne frowned at Kim's words. Kim noticed and continued. "Come on, mom! Dad said Dementor had made all those safe guards! And I sure know that if I had something that could make me stand around doing nothing for a week, I wouldn't want to be fully aware! And Dementor is smarter than me! At least when it comes to stuff like that." Anne nodded her head. It made sense.

"Well... true enough. Although... I'm a bit surprised", she said, looking at her daughter, who raised her eyebrows. "You see... yesterday, after you went to sleep, I went to the hospital and got the antidote to the people from the bank. When I asked them how they had felt... they said that they had been angry and afraid the entire time. As you'd expect from people who'd been standing still for 34 hours."

Kim stared wide-eyed at her mother. She was unsure of what to say, and when she tried to speak, not a word came out.

"Well, I guess it could have affected you differently than it did them. It wasn't the only thing that was strange."

"Wh-wh-what do you mean, mom?" Kim finally asked.

"Well... you know how the antidote took ten minutes to work on you and Ron? It only took five minutes to work on the others. Oh, look at the time, I've gotta go. I'll see you tonight, hon", Anne said as she got up, leaving her daughter alone in the kitchen.

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In the end, there was some initial awkwardness between Kim and Ron, but as the day went by, it mostly disappeared. At lunch, Monique had made a comment about how the next time Kim and Ron wanted to protest something, they should just sign a petition. That broke the ice quite a bit, and Kim and Ron could finally laugh at the whole sitch.

Their good mood seemed to be spoiled however, when Barkin called them into his office at the end of the day. Kim paled when she and Ron walked towards the office. They had gone against one of Barkin's policies, missed an entire day... This could be bad. As she knocked on the door, she softly took Ron's hand, partly to calm herself down, partly to calm him down. In reality, it sent both of their hearts racing.

"So... I'm guessing you want to know what I'm gonna do about your... actions", Barkin said, slowly, leaning back in his chair. The teens nodded. "What kind of punishment you'll receive, how much extra homework you'll get, that sort of thing?"

"Mr. Barkin, we-" Kim started to say, but Barkin's hand flew up.

"Ms. Possible, please. Let me finish... What I was going to say is... There will be no repercussions. For either of you."

Kim and Ron couldn't believe what they were hearing. Their jaws were wide open as Barkin continued.

"You see... While I don't like what you did...I can't punish you for it. You started kissing under certain circumstances making it totally legal... And while the continuation of it would normally get you sent to detention for disregarding the PDA-policy... In this case you were under the influence of a mind altering device. It is school policy not to punish anyone for actions they might have done in such circumstances. Which means... I can't punish you for missing a day either. So, all in all, you're free to go."

Ron braved a smile as he looked at Kim. She responded, but their little moment were interrupted by Barkin.

"However... there is another thing I need to talk to you about." The teens looked back at him.

"What's that Mr. Barkin?" Kim asked, trying hard not to stutter. Barkin grinned. This was going to be fun.

"You see... I have paid close attention to you while you were...kissing. Your brothers set up a web cast, and I've followed every minute of it. Without interruption." Kim clenched her teeth. Those damn tweebs... Her thoughts were interrupted by Ron, however.

"But Mr. Barkin, we kissed for 34 hours, how did you stay awake the whole time?"

"Coffee and determination, Stoppable. I took the day off yesterday, just to watch you two... Not counting what happened here at school, I watched... 32 hours, 14 minutes and 27 seconds." With that, he stood up.

"As an official adjudicator for Guinness World Records, I hereby congratulate you. You have set a new record for the world's longest kiss, besting the previous record by 45 minutes. I couldn't count from when you actually started, since I didn't observe you the entire time, but even just counting the hours the web cast was up, you still beat the record."

Kim and Ron gasped. What?!

"Apart from the article in the book, written by myself, I might add, you will also be featured with a picture on the cover montage. You look sooo cute together" Barkin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But Mr. Barkin, sir... We... We were mind controlled", Ron said in protest.

"Oh yeah... I guess I must've left that out of my report... Ah, well. Too late to change now, I'm afraid. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."

As soon as Kim and Ron left his office, Barkin grinned. He had had his revenge.

Kim and Ron walked slowly through the halls, in silence. Both were waiting for the other's reaction. Finally, the got to Kim's locker, where they stopped.

"Soo... That was unexpected", Ron said, squirming.
"Yeah... But... but I don't mind, really... Do you?" Kim said, shyly looking at the floor.

"Uhh... No... I mean... Could've been worse. It could have been Bonnie or someone instead of... you", Ron said, biting his lip. Kim smiled and looked up. She looked at her best friend. Seeing her smile made Ron smile too, and for a minute they stood there, just staring at each other.

"So, you wouldn't have wanted to kiss Bonnie for that long?" Kim finally asked.

"Well, uhh... if given the choice between her or you... I'd choose you. Heck, I'd... I'd choose you over anyone", Ron said.

"I'd choose you too, Ron", Kim said. At that moment, something in her mind just said click. As she stared into his brown eyes once more, she felt herself leaning towards him, until her lips met his. This kiss was better than the two they had had together so far. Finally, Kim leaned back again, and met Ron's eyes.

"Wh-wh... Uh... that was... What was that?" Ron said, still unsure.

"A minute", Kim responded. Ron's eyebrows flew up. Kim noticed his confusion.

"You see, Ron... With that kiss, the one... yesterday and the one when I was moodulated... the average time for you and me kissing is somewhere close to 11 hours per kiss." Ron looked confused. "Well... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Not because it's you, it's just... it's a bit silly. So, I was thinking... Maybe we could get that average down." Ron got control of his mouth again.

"H-How do you suggest we do that?"

"Well... I'd wanna get it down to an average of a minute, at least. So we'd... just have to kiss a lot", Kim said, smiling at Ron.

"A-And j-just how many... kisses would it take?" Ron said, still unsure.

"To get to a minute? Somewhere around, oh, 1 900 or so. And that's if we do kisses that average a minute, if we do shorter than that it'll take more", Kim said. Ron just stared. 1 900 kisses like that one?

"Uhh... KP? This... this doesn't sound like something you'd do with your best friend, really..."

"I know", Kim said, taking his hand. "I'd much rather do it with my... boyfriend? I mean... if you want to do this at all, I mean?" Ron 's face was now all smile.

"I... I think... Yeah... I'd... I'd like to get our average time down too... With my girlfriend."

This time he leaned in, and they kissed again, their first kiss as BF/GF. It didn't last a full minute, but they didn't mind. Suddenly, Ron's eyes flew wide open.

"Oh my God, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND ON VALENTINE'S DAY!" With every thing that had happened, they had both completely forgotten all about it. "I... I'm sorry KP, I don't... I don't have anything planned, if I had known this was gonna happen I'd-"

Kim interrupted him by placing her index finger on his lips.

"Before all this happened... I remember you saying something about Bueno Nacho?" She said, grinning. With that, she took his hand again, and they walked out together hand in hand, stopping every now and then... To work on their average.

The End.