I do not own, nor have I ever owned, Kim Possible, Disney, or any of their affiliates, including (but not limited to): all characters, references, plotlines, character development, and character interactions. I am here to simply weave the threads of my imagination to create a story using pre-existing characters. Enjoy!

"Hey Ron, take a look at this." Kim exclaimed as she delicately ushered a book out of the bookcase next to her TV.

Ron tilted his head to one side, speculating. "Whad'ya think it is?"

Kim examined it more closely. The book was old, that much was for sure. But it didn't really look like a book, moreover it seemed to be something similar to a diary or some sort of record keeping journal. Upon closer inspection Kim came to the conclusion it was. "It looks like some sort of journal, I'm sure of it! But I can't think of where it could have come from or why I've never noticed it there before…" Kim mused, wondering why this leather-bound journal had escaped her keen eyes for so many years.

"Maybe ya just weren't looking for it. I didn't look for my socks for an entire week, and it took the badical stink in order for me to-"

"TMI, Ron. " Kim facepalmed for a moment. Ron, you really are something else… Then she noticed what was written on the back cover. She squinted her eyes, trying to read the shorthand scratched into the leather. She was able to make it out: Anneliese Teagan Murray. Kim let out a small gasp. This was her mother's journal. Who knew what was contained inside? Kim slowly opened the journal to the front page. She noted that there was a number in the upper left hand corner on the inside of the cover, and Ron sidled up next to her on the couch. 19. What did it mean? Kim's curiosity got the better of her and she looked onto the next page, eager to read into what her mom had written down. She read: James was incredible tonight. I swear, what he might not have in skill he certainly makes up for in vigor. I could really feel him, rocking m- Kim slammed the book shut as her expression immediately turned to mortification and her face grew deep red at an alarming rate. Ron, who was just starting the first sentence, immediately noticed Kim's reaction, and it gained his attention quickly. "Uh, Kimbo, you alright? Hello? Kimila?" Kim's eyes were wide open in shock, but glazed over, giving off the thousand-yard stare. Dear god, Kim thought, was that what I think it was! A few moments later, she saw something flapping out of the corner of her eye. She snapped out of it and gave a quick glance to Ron.

With an embarrassed giggle, Kim got up and walked over to the bookcase, saying: "Ron, you know, we can read any book here, why don't we just finish up that Alex Rider novel we're supposed to read for English next week?" Kim precariously placed the journal back on the shelf, assuming a carefree gait.

This caught Ron's attention immediately. He knew Kim well enough to know when she was really uncomfortable, especially when she was riled up about something. So he decided to pursue his own curiosity. "Kim," He said, a serious look on his face, "what was in the journal?"

"Umm, nothing, nothing at all. Ron, don't worry about it, we-" Kim stopped short, seeing the expression on Ron's face. He was dead serious.

Ron stood up, rod straight, walked over to Kim, looked her dead in the eye, and spoke: "Kim, you can either keep avoiding me or you just tell it straight up. Either way the Ronster's gonna get the truth outta you sooner or later, and we both know it," Ron finished, putting his hands up and cocking his head sideways for emphasis.

Kim bit her lower lip, and darted her eyes around, wracking her brains for a good jumping-off point that wouldn't sound awkward. It wasn't often that Ron had such resolve with her, which made it incredibly hard for her not to crack under his gaze. But she didn't get the chance to say anything, as her mother chose that moment to walk in.

"Well hello you two, everything alright here?" Ms. Dr. Possible said, her eyebrows raising of their own accord at the scene in front of her. Ron was looking at her with a curious look on his face, whereas her daughter was blushing deeply, almost to the point where her face would match that hair of hers. Mrs. Dr. Possible knew something was up, and she'd get to the bottom of it as soon as possible. "Alright you two, what's going on?" Surprisingly, it was Ron who piped up first.

"Mrs. Dr. P, Kim found some sort of book of yours on the shelf, and now she's totally flipping out because of something she read, but she won't tell me what."

Mrs. Dr. P was confused, to say the least. Kim had from time to time accidentally opened up some of her more graphic neurology books, but she'd never been quite this put off before, so that wasn't a likely prospect. Mrs. Dr. P searched her memory for something she might own that would upset her daughter so. Then it hit her. Oh good lord, she didn't! She immediately zeroed in on her old journal, which was sitting on the bookcase, jutting out a ways from its original position. If she's read that, I don't know what damage it might have done to the poor girl… Kimmy, why did you have to dig into that? Mrs. Dr. P thought, her concern for her daughter growing by the minute. "Kim, did you read my journal?" Mrs. Dr. P asked, searching her daughter's reaction. The look on her daughter's face was all she needed to confirm her fears. "Kimmy, oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to read that, I was just moving my old things from the basement and reorganizing them, and I picked this up, and I started reading it and, oh good lord, I never meant for this!" She made a beeline for her daughter and wrapped her up, patting her daughter's head.

Ron chose that moment to pipe up. "Mrs. Dr. P, not to like pry or anything, but what's in the journal?"

Mrs. Dr. P glanced at Ron. He seemed genuinely curious. "A partial record of my life, starting when I was 12 years old. Kim just happened to pick up the journal that's well, a bit more interesting than the others."

At this point, MR. Dr. P came in to see what all the commotion was inside the room. "Hon, what's going on?"

Anne looked over at her husband, a slight smirk on her face. "Kimmy found my old journal."

"Which one?"

"19."

Jim's eyes opened up, but almost immediately a bemused expression lit up his face. "Ah, that one. Well, if she intends to read your journals, don't you think it'd be proper to start with the first one?"

Anne considered for a moment before answering. "well, yes, that would make sense, and they're innocent enough, well at least until 15, that is."

"I'll go get mine, that way they can hear the whole story. Just wait up a minute." With that said, James started downstairs. A few moments later he returned with a cardboard worn on the edges from being handled for decades. "Here we are. Yours and mine are in here. So, who should go first?" James asked, looking at Anne.

"You should. You started yours earlier than I did. We might as well have them running along the same timeline, shouldn't we?" Anne asked.

"Alright then. Onward and away!" James stated, rifling through the journals until he reached a red one with a large number one on it. The quartet sat down on the couch, as James opened the first Journal.

A/N

So this is technically my first Fanfiction, so I decided to try a different perspective than the norm. What do you think of the story so far? Also, any ideas for future development of newer chapters is greatly appreciated. NO IDEAS WILL BE REJECTED. Thanks for your time, and all that's left is to R&R!