That Old Black Magic

By Kim's #1 Fan & Data Seeker

Greetings friends, my friend and I have a Halloween tale to share. It's an AU story, taking place after "So the Drama". Neither one of us owns anything, (at least he hasn't said so if he does, so...) but anyway, here we go...

Chapter 1 : Prolog Begins

Kim Possible was dressed in a silky white dress with a burnt skirt, while Ron Stoppable was dressed in a white and blue tuxedo. They came running into the junior prom, and through the doors holding hands. Everyone stared at them.

"It's finally happened!" Bonnie exclaimed in surprise and glee. "She's dating that loser. Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable are dating!" she shouted. "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" She laughed scornfully, hoping to provoke the others to laugh with her.

"YEAH!" everyone (except Bonnie) shouted, praising the hero and her sidekick, who had just saved the world from the Diablos.

Ron and Kim looked sheepishly at each other, feeling awkward and look away. Music played, the disco ball spun, creating cute lights everywhere.

Rufus glared up at his master and his new girlfriend. "UHHG!" he grunted, pushing Ron's leg, moving him closer to Kim, and then, he ran over and did the same thing to Kim.

Kim and Ron bumped into each other, and stared at each other in surprise. Then they smiled and began dancing.

Could it Be?

I know we've been, friends forever.

But now I think I'm feelin' somethin' totally new.

And after all this time, I've opened up my eyes,now I see.

You were always with me! Oh it's you—-!

Rufus stood on the punch table, staring happily at Ron and Kim. Monique leaned on the table near Rufus, happy for Kim, and her new date.

CHORUS:

Could it be, you and I never imagined?

Some distance away, Bonnie Rockwaller stood next to Brick Flagg, glowering jealously at her rival, Kim and her loser boyfriend who were happy.

Could it be, suddenly, I'm fallin' for you? (I am falling.)

Could it be? You were right here beside me,and I never knew?

Kim and Ron stopped dancing, and looked into each others faces, they smiled, and leaned closer to each other.

Could it be, that it's true,that it's you?

Kim leaned forward to kiss Ron on the lips, and Ron complied; kissing each other for the first time on the lips; forming a commitment stronger then friendship.

(could it be?) That it's you!

Across the room, Brick walked off, oblivious of his ex-girlfriend. Meanwhile, Bonnie seemed to seethe with an inner anger that changed her beautiful looks into an ugly mask. But she soon composed herself. 'Next time Possible,' she thought bitterly, ' I'll be on top.'

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Kim Possible and her boyfriend Ron Stoppable were heading toward the Possible house. Kim was about to reach for the door knob, but Ron, quickly grabbed it first. "Ladies first," he stated politely, opening the door, and gesturing for Kim to pass him.

"Thanks Ron," she replied entering through the front door. "Bye Ron." Kim stated, waving her hand.

"Bye K.P., See ya tomorrow." responded Ron, as he turned to leave, closing the door behind him.

Suddenly, Ann Possible walked in from the kitchen. "Oh, hey Kimmie, how's it going?" she asked, her blue eyes looking away from Kim.

"Mom?" Kim exclaimed in surprised. "What are you doing here? Didn't you have a surgery today?"

"We finished early," Ann Possible explained, still looking away from her daughter. She cleared her throat, preparing to say something. "Uh, is now a bad time?" she asked slowly, flexing her fingers nervously. "I need to talk with you in private Kimmie."

Kim eyed her mother, wondering what was wrong. "Is it important mom?" she asked carefully.

Mrs. Possible took a breath before answering. "Yes, it is." she answered carefully. "Follow me Kimmie." Ann instructed, gesturing for her daughter to follow her.

They went upstairs, and entered her room. Kim looked up at her mother, noticing the strain on her mother's face. "O.K. Mom, what's wrong?" She asked, looking up at her mother questionably.

"Nothing is wrong Kimmie," Ann assured her daughter quickly, taking a few breaths. "I have something to tell you."

"O.K." Kim replied slowly, wondering what her mother was getting at. "So, what is it?"

Ann took a deep breath before answering. "I'm a witch." she replied quickly. "And so are you."

Kim's mouth opened, her eyes widened in shock. "Is this a joke?" she asked in stunned disbelief, but noticed the seriousness in her mother's face.

"I see your going to need some convincing," Ann said dryly and raised her hands.

Suddenly, a purple light surrounded Kim, and lifted her off three feet off the floor; Kim's eyes widened in shock. "What the heck?" she exclaimed hovering above the floor. "Mom, how are you doing this?"

Ann smiled at her daughter's surprise, and lowered her hands. Kim slowly lowered to the floor. "I'm a witch Kimmie," she replied slowly, "and so are you."

"O.K.," Kim exclaimed waving her hands in disbelief. "So you're a witch, and so am I. How is this possible?"

Ann smiled. "Anything is possible, for a Possible." she replied, her blue eyes glistened in amusement.

Kim frowned, crossing her arms. "Mom, please be serious." she asked irritably.

Ann Possible chuckled, and then got serious. "You see Kim," she began softly, "there are people born with special abilities called witches." Ann stared at Kim, looking nervous. "And some of these witches are in my family tree."

Kim stared at her mother in disbelief. "But I always thought all witches were ugly and evil." she countered with frown.

Ann eyed her daughter. "That's in fairy tales, this is real life." she replied with a slight frown. "A witch is about as evil or ugly as a human who is not a witch." Then she relaxed, and shrugged. "Maybe witch isn't an accurate term. Maybe gifted human would be a better one. "

Kim leaned on her mother's dresser, trying to process this. "Yes it sounds better," she agreed earnestly. "But then why use the term witch?" she asked, her green eyes focused on her mother. "

That term has always been used among those like us," Ann replied with a shrug. "Probably because in old times, those with the gift were usually mistaken as real witches who used demonic powers and were killed." Her face grew grave. "During the Salem witch trials, your great, great, great grandmother, Kimberly Stewart was burned at the stake for an ability she inherited."

"Oh mom," Kim exclaimed in shock, slumping against the dresser in sorrow. "That's horrible."

"Oh, don't worry dear," her mother replied, walking over and touching her daughter's shoulder. "Those times are past."

Kim took a few deep breaths as she tried to control herself. "O.K., so your a witch, and so am I," she replied flexing her fingers together, and then, she looked up at her mother. "Why haven't you ever told me all this before?" she asked curiously.

"You weren't ready till today," her mother answered staring intensely at her red haired daughter. "It's like this, when someone with the gift is born, it takes years for the ability to fully blossom," she looked at her daughter intensely. "Why, since you were a preteen, you've been subconsciously using your powers."

"You mean my speed, agility and strength?" Kim asked, beginning to put things together.

"Yes dear," began her mother, patting her head, "Why someday, with practice and my help, you'll even surpass Shego's power."

Kim, for the first time since getting this news grew excited. "Mom, what kind of things will I..."

"Now wait a minute, Kim," her mother cut her off, looking sternly at her elder daughter. "You need to understand a few things." She said in a serious tone.

Kim eyed her mother, wondering what she meant. "There's a catch, isn't there?" she asked skeptically, her green eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

"Kim, it's important that you understand something," Ann Possible said sternly, her blue eyes focused on her daughter. "Power is tempting, and can lead to abuse, especially among girls your age. For all my concerns, you have proven that you won't do it," she paused for a moment. "And I hope you don't forget that."

"No big, mom." Kim assured her mother with a dismissive gesture.

"Also," Ann added, pointing a finger at Kim. "You can't tell anyone about your powers."

Kim stared at her mother in shock. "Not even Ron?" she asked in a choked voice.

"Not even Ron." Ann told her softly, her blue eyes full of compassion.

"But why?" Kim asked frantically. "Dad knows you're a witch and ..." Just then, Kim noticed the guilt on her mother's face. "Dad doesn't know?" she asked in stunned disbelief.

"No," Ann told her daughter gently touching her shoulder. "My mother told me to do the same thing when I was young. We being witches are my families' best kept secret. And the main reason we don't tell is so that we can have a normal life. I use my powers to help people, like when I do surgery."

Kim stared at her mother in surprise. "You use your powers in the surgeries you perform?"

Ann smiled. "I am gifted," she replied. "Anyway, if people knew about my gift, I would either be an outcast, or be so popular I wouldn't have a normal life." She eyed Kim. "I know that you don't get it and keeping a secret like this is hard, but belief me, it can backfire if the world knew about your gift."

Kim eyed her mother, and then lowered her head in submission.

"Now," Ann continued smoothly, "Shall we get started?"

To Be Continued