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Grief
Ron lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Just as he had done all day yesterday. And the day before that. And every day for...he had no idea how long exactly. Some might say he was letting his life waste away, but as far as he was concerned, his life was already over. He had watched it end right in front of him, in a scene that continued playing in his head over and over ever since.
Kim and Ron crawled through the air duct towards the control room of Drakken's new and improved flying fortress lair. They reached the opening just in time to hear his traditional rant.
"Mwahaha, this time my plan is foolproof! No one can stop me, not even-"
"Give it up, Drakken!" Kim interrupted as she and Ron dropped into the room, taking fighting stances.
"Kim Possible?!" Drakken's eyes bulged. "But how? We're twenty thousand feet in the air!"
"Oh, please, like something like that makes it difficult for ME?"
"Grrrrr. SHEGO! ATTACK! Destroy her!"
"With pleasure." The villianess finally looked up and set down her nail file, having had no interest in the conversation until that point, and being completely unstartled by Kim and Ron's sudden entrance.
Ron left Kim to fight Shego as usual, and approached the control panel. "Oooh, what does this button do?"
"Don't touch that!" Drakken attacked Ron, and the two began 'fighting'.
Meanwhile, Shego was flying headlong at Kim, who retreated while landing blow after blow on her nemesis. Alarm bells were going off in her head, as Shego made no attempt whatsoever to ward off blows or return them, putting everything she had into closing with Kim instead.
"What's the matter Shego, forget how to fight?" Kim taunted, trying to cover her growing worry.
"Not at all, Kimmie. I just finally realized something." Shego grinned through a bloody lip and continued to advance.
"That you always lose, so you might as well give up?" Kim was sweating, and the space behind her was fast disappearing as she approached the wall.
Shego ignored the comment. "It was while I was watching a UFC match. You see, superior speed can be an even match for superior strength, as long as the opponents stick to striking. But as soon as it becomes a grappling match..." She lunged forward and tackled Kim against the wall, wrapping her arms and legs with her own and bearing her to the ground. "...It's over." She whispered. She sat on Kim's legs, preventing them from moving, and each of her hands held one of Kim's wrists. Slowly, inexorably, she brought the wrists together and held them both in just one of hers. Kim struggled mightily, but Shego's strength was overwhelming. Finally, she held Kim helpless as she brought her free hand above her head, glowing with power. "Goodbye, Kimmie."
Kim screamed, and Ron and Drakken whipped their heads around at the sound just in time to see Shego's hand plunge right through Kim's chest.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron screamed. With an all too brief convusion, Kim's body went completely lifeless. He ran over to her and held her limply in his arms as Shego, her right hand dripping gore, got up and strode grinning over to Drakken, who stood staring in shock at the scene, mouth open.
"Shego...what have you done?" Drakken whispered in a horrified voice.
"What do you mean? I did exactly what you asked. I destroyed Kim Possible. That's what we've been trying to do for years now, isn't it?" Shego sounded confused.
"Yes, but...that's not...I never expected...that is...ahem, excellent work, Shego, just as I had planned!" Drakken attempted reaquire some confidence. "Yes, Kim Possible will never trouble us again-urk!" He made the mistake of glancing over at her and collasped on the ground puking at the sight of her insides on display as Ron held her up from behind, eyes empty, ignoring them both. As Drakken stood back to his feet terror came over his features. "Oh, no. I'm dead. We're dead. We need to run! Now, Shego!"
"Wha...why? I just destroyed the one and only threat to your plans, now is the time to capitalize! Why should we run NOW?"
"Don't argue with me Shego, just get into the escape pod and let's go! And hit the hele-lair's self destruct button on your way out! Maybe that'll buy us some time..." He finished in a whisper.
The scene ended, then started again from the beginning in Ron's head as he lay in his state of living death. He didn't remember how he got out of the exploding arial lair. He didn't remember anthing much after that, not even the funeral, if there was one. Of course there was one, she was Kim Possible, probably the single most beloved person on the entire planet. He supposed he must not have gone. He did recall having just enough self-awareness to pass Rufus off to Monique at some point, knowing that he would no longer be able to care for himself, let alone another being. He was simi-concious of a myriad of people coming into his room trying to get him to respond to various stimuli since then, none of which worked. He ate, used the bathroom, and showered, all without input from his concious mind, and that was the extent of his life now.
Most people lose someone important in their life at some point or other, and it hurts, and they grieve, and maybe their life changes for the worse, and then they move on, and life continues for them. But for him, she wasn't just someone important. She wasn't just his best friend since they were too young to remember. She wasn't just the love of his life. She was everything. She WAS his life. She was gone, and his life was over.
Some people, when faced with loss of this magnitude, would lash out. Find who's at fault, and make them pay. That would become the new pupose in their life. Not him. He didn't have the hatred in his heart for that approach. It wouldn't bring her back, it wouldn't give him his life back. It would only deny everything she was, everything they were to each other, and everything they tried to do for the world together. He had enough trouble trying to remember any of the good times together than to make it all a lie like that.
So, he lived, if living it could be called, in stasis. Time didn't exist for him, so he was unsure of whether it was days or months or years before finally...finally something happened to disturb his state.
He heard the sounds of arguing approaching his room.
"No, you can't! The doctors say he needs time..." His mother's voice.
"Madam, he's had too much time already! While he sits here wallowing, the world falls into ruin!" Another familiar voice, gruff and female, though he couldn't put a face to it. That would take actual thinking.
"That's not his responsibility! The world-saving thing was always voluntary."
"That was before. When SHE was still alive. We've never faced anything like this, and there is nowhere else to turn. Madam, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but if your son cannot help us now, Global Justice might as well not exist at all. And very well may not, shortly. At the very least, I have to try."
There was a long pause, then a sigh. "Fine. I'll let you try. But if he doesn't respond, you need to get out. And don't come back."
"That's all I ask."
The door burst open, and Dr. Betty Director strode into the room, grabbed Ron by the collar, and hauled him to his feet. "Ronald K. Stoppable, get off your lazy butt and get to work! The world needs you."