Love is Blindness

A Kim Possible Fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own, and make no attempt to profit from the characters or stories of Walt Disney. Kim Possible is owned by Walt Disney.

Background: Set one year after the formal where Kim and Ron have foiled Drakken's attempt to take over the world with diablo robots.

Note: There are drug references in this story and throughout, so anyone who may not wish to read this and further themes of suicide may wish to stop now. Read at your own risk.

Prologue

A cold shroud of darkness engulfed the region as another day came to a short and sharp end. Dirty, but slightly happy, two young boys, both almost exact in appearance and behaviour raced through the house halls, screaming in joy as an older man chased them, waving his newspaper threateningly above his head. As the twins split, diving for cover in the lounge chairs, the father tripped, landing awkwardly on the carpet. Echoes of laughter reverberated around the house, except for one room.

Along the hall was a room, a room which had not experienced or expressed any sign of life in more than a year. Inside this room was a girl, not a child but not an adult, who sat at her desk, pondering the mountain of homework which greeted her each and every day. Had Kim been happier, maybe she would have done it faster, but then again, why bother. She had hoped in vain earlier in the day that Barkin would forget, but to her dismay as usual, at 2:59pm, the bell was too slow to stop Barkin from passing on the night's reading and writing, cursing her life to more black and white sheets, designed merely for his amusement.

And this was not helping her. Her life was already busy enough as it was, juggling a job, school itself and the one thing that separated her from other people; the missions. Despite it making her world famous, she was tired of it. All the pressure, being the one, was leaving her drained and it all seemed to be building up, awaiting only a prick from a pin to explode the ball that was her life. And if she had too, she would give up the missions first.

It wasn't because she didn't have the time to do still carry them out, but it was the loneliness she experienced, the continued loneliness she had to face each and every time the familiar beep echoed into her mind. He was gone. The spiky haired, goofy but loveable boy was gone. It had been nearly two years, and despite what she had hoped, time was not easing the pain. Cursing the fact her room was a mess; she walked over to the dresser, deciding her shirt was finally in need of a change.

Slumped, she sat down, noticing her reflection in the mirror and the photos that lined her dresser. In the most colourful photo were her and Ron, each striking a stupid face. Her eyes scanned over the next one, a picture of the park only a memory as the swing held the body of a happy girl, her face alive and excited as the boy pushed her, smiling the way she had only ever seen from him and him alone. Her arms felt weak as the mirror caught her eye. No longer vibrant red and orange, her hair was beginning to turn a pale chocolate brown, her eyes the only feature that had not changed.

Her heart seemed to sink as her eyes told the story. Now thinner than normal, Kim was beginning to resemble a skeleton more than a healthy growing girl. Her features were changing, but not for the better as she slumped herself onto the bed. The stars, each one placed by both her and Ron when they were little, glowed briefly, illuminating the room with a pale light. She had not heard a word from Ron in months, not even a single note; but the one thing she craved beyond anything else was a hug from the one person who would tell her everything would be alright.

A soft tap at her door went unnoticed as she continued staring at the roof. Even if she had wanted to look at the entering figure, she could not physically bring herself to do it. She was always fit for her age, but now she really did seem to resemble a beanstalk as an older and slightly more agile woman walked in, her red-orange hair as vibrant as he daughter's hair had once been. Ann Possible silently made her way towards Kim, her head almost bowed as she sat down next to her teenage daughter.

Truth be told, Ann felt powerless. Despite her best attempts, and her husband's to a certain degree, she could not convince Kim to move on. She had always felt close to Ron, as if he were simply an extension of her family, the son she had never had, and to see the impact he had on her daughter by simply not being there was a testimony to how special he was. But even as she looked out over her daughter, this was something Ann had wished never to experience; a broken hearted daughter.

Placing her hand gently onto Kim's shoulder, she tried to get a reaction out of her, but nothing happened. Kim would not move, her vacant face the only give away of life still beating inside her daughter's body. Ann was nearly on the verge of tears. Having watched for nearly two years, she could not stand the predicament her daughter was facing. As a mother, she wanted to reassure her he would be back, but she could not bring herself to tell the lie that had been spoken a thousand times.

"Kimmie, are you okay?" her voice breaking in the slightest as Kim finally looked at her. Her eyes were hollow, the pain and sadness covering them in a darkness Ann knew she was struggling to fight.

Before she received a response, Kim broke down. Tears flowed freely as she fell into her mother's arms, embracing them tightly to find the love she yearned.

"It's not fair mum; why did it have to be Ron? Why Ron?" she sobbed, the grief choking her as she held on tightly.

Ann held her, cooing softly as Kim began to settle down. Sighing deeply, the kind of sigh only a mother can produce, Ann watched as she gently rocked Kim to sleep, the tears finally stopping. She was alone and nothing she did was helping Kim.

"Please come back Ron. She needs you, now more than ever," she whispered to the still night air as Kim nudged her slightly.

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This night; it was everything to her teenage life. And tonight, it gave her more than Kim had ever hoped possible, except say the whole syntho-drone boyfriend trying to take over the world thing, but she had find something more; she had found him. She had thought about it, she had to be honest. But the mere thought had been something so weird and yet so right, she had refused to acknowledge its existence.

Drakken had come up with possibly his greatest plan, something she did not expect him capable of producing. Stealing her father's work for the creation of a little diablo army was ingenious, especially for Drakken. And she was beaten, something he had never been able to achieve. He had found her one weakness and exploited it. However, she and Drakken had not counted on the unpredictability and courage of Ron.

He was there for her in her darkest hour and pulled her out, just as he always managed to do, despite the rising odds. But still the thought had been...well...strange. And who could blame her? They were almost complete opposites. She was brave, popular, brilliant and amazing. And to top it off, she was a Possible.

Ron though did not quite fit these qualities; in fact he was the opposite of her. He was scared most of the time, a loner and an outsider, not as smart as her and was not one to stand out in the crowd. And to top it off, he was a goof-ball who loved Bueno Nacho with a passion.

But he gave her something no one else could ever give her; his undying love and support. He had saved her. No matter how many times she was bound to fall, Ron was always there to bring her back up. Even if she was about to fail, he would come through for her, saving not only the world, but also her reputation. Thinking about it, she realised how sad it sounded. She was never open to him, and she learnt the hard way.

And for this boy, she was thankful. Ever since pre-k, they were never far from each other, both in good times and also in tricky situations. And now, as they walked, his hand firmly holding hers, Kim stole a quick glance from him. Nervous as anything, Ron smiled back at her, sending the chills down her spine again. Standing before the school doors, she breathed deeply. For the first time she was floating on air; things in her life were finally perfect.

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Cold, chilling reality washed over her. Head aching, she rolled over. He still wasn't back. She couldn't take much more of this...

Ann walked to her daughter's door, preparing herself to try and awaken her once more. It was strange. The door, which not even two years ago had always been colourful and radiating with joy and happiness, was now nothing more than a pale oak brown, the life seemingly absent.

Unlike her twin brothers' room which always radiated danger and usually a scary and unusual light from under the door frame. So this is what happened when a doctor and a scientist had children; go figure. Trying to stifle a forced smile, she quietly opened the door. Instead of seeing her standing and facing herself in the mirror, Ann's eyes came upon a more horrific sight.

The empty bottle only inches from her daughter's left hand, Ann rushed to her daughter's side. Without a thought, her hand was on her mobile already calling the hospital. As if in slow motion, she checked for a pulse, any sign that the breathing was still flowing through her daughter.

Her fingers touched for were a pulse should be on her wrist and froze; nothing.

A voice, crisp and slightly cold answered back as Ann looked down at the bottle; anti-depressants. Already setting into panic mode, Ann bypassed the usually labour-some introductions.

"This is Dr. Possible; I need an ambulance here now," her voice alien to her ears as she hung up, reaching out to touch Kim's cheek. The painful peace on her daughters face was unbearable as the room around her began to slow down, its dim horrors of pain and loss echoing loudly into her mind.

Nothing like this was ever meant to happen to her, especially to her own daughter. Feeling numb, she felt a soft hand pick her up, comforting her gently as people rushed slowly around her, her eyes only focussed on the still body of Kim. She could not hear anything, understand anyone, or see anything else. On auto pilot, she followed the man, her eyes never leaving Kim as the medics hurried her down the dark and hollow hall...

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Author: Well I hope you like it. This is only the introduction, but would appreciate if people could help in the construction of the story, or even point out any plot holes that I may have made. Chapter one should be coming soon, so stay tuned! :)