Note : I do not own Kim Possible. If I did, I would be a very happy Lass.

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Bend and Break

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"Why would you do this to me?"

The question had hung in the exact spot where he had asked it for years, haunting her every time she would pass through it like a clout of smoke. She remembered the moment all too well; he had stood in her living room, his eyes large with the idea that she could betray him, his fists clenched at his sides. Never in all the years that she had known him had he looked the way he had. The boy she grew up with was always happy, care-free, and unscathed from the world. But the boy that had stood before her that day was none of those things. He was heart-broken, deceived. He was hurt so deeply he was nearly unrecognizable.

And she had done it to him.

Kim Possible was the girl that could do anything. For her whole life, things came easily to her. She was popular, had good grades, achieved great things. But even the strongest structures begin to crumple and so came down her fortress of fortune, all at once. She didn't know exactly what went wrong. One moment, she had found the man of her dreams in her best friend, Ron Stoppable … And then the next, she was caught in the blinding rays of another pretty face.

"Why would you do this to me?" he had asked that day. The million dollar question, and her only response was in a choked whisper, "I don't know, Ron."

She really didn't at the time, but as years went by, as Ron's image slowly faded away from that spot in her living room, Kim began to know all too well. It haunted her every time she came home from college. Every time she would pass through the door and open her mouth to greet her family, she would be slammed in the face with the memory and all the realizations that came with it.

She took him for granted. Always had. Ron had been there from nearly day one, and Kim naively assumed he would be there until the end. Through her faults, through her quirks, he stuck with her. It was just a kiss, she had reasoned with herself. Ron will understand my weakness for pretty boys, he will forgive me, just like he has had all those times before.

But, she couldn't have been more wrong.

Time was the biggest proof of her mistake. A rift had been formed between them and naturally, they moved farther apart. Kim moved out for college a few months later, still heart-broken and guilt-ridden, never to hear from him again. Ron Stoppable had become just another chapter in her book.

Now, twelve years later, a strange but familiar beeping could be heard through a large, city flat, muffled by the drawer in was contained it. A flop of red hair stirred on the bed, before an arm snaked out of the thick covers to retrieve the calling object. Even though it had been over a decade, the red-head operated it like it was second nature and the screen lit to a man well into his twenties.

He smiled wryly. "Hello Kim."

"Wade," she replied back, shaking off the sleep. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it's been a while."

She smiled a little. "Not that I'm unhappy to finally talk to you, but I'm no longer in the saving the world business. What do I owe this call at such an early hour?"

"Sorry about the time. I didn't realize it was so early, but I had to call you. I think you might want to know about this."

She couldn't help herself; she answered with a gleam, "What's the sitch?"

His dark face sobered instantly and Kim instinctually held her breath. "It's Ron," he answered. "He needs you."

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