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The original creators were Mark McCorkle and Robert Schooley.

I receive nothing for the writing of this story.

Personal Disclaimer:

This takes place about six years after "Graduation" and it will not be a happy story like I normally write. It's more of a plot bunny that has been nibbling at my toes till it finally drew blood.

It is not a part of my normal Kimverse and falls more into a "What if" world and it is not a one-shot. I do plan on coming back to it and telling the entire tale after I finish up a few other stories. This introduction is to sort of to test the water and see if there would be an interest in it.

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Kim was driving her car to a destination that she both longed for with all her heart and feared to the very bottom of her soul.

It was cloudy that day, dismal in fact. All the threats of rain without anything actually happening. Much the same way her life had been going since the argument. That had been over a year ago.

Words had been spoken that should never have been and they were never meant. Not then or ever. Just said in the heat of anger. It was just that they were so hard to take back, especially if the person you needed to take them back from, told you to leave and that you weren't welcome there anymore.

She had hoped that time apart would help heal the wounds, letting some of the poison of her words seep out and lessen some of the sting, so that she could try and heal them later. She hadn't counted on them being so deep and that the poison festered in them, which resulted in a total amputation, or total isolation.

She had read her own Global Justice psyche evaluation a long time ago and at laughed at it then. It might explain some of what happened that day. "A brilliant tactical mind with little tolerance for failure. One who is highly driven. Well traveled, but is a highly motivated loner with a desire for secrecy. A need to control her environment and the people in it." It was funny then because she was in a relationship with Ron at the time and her world was looking bright. She had not been expecting this.

Even though six months of staying away did nothing, she thought that her wedding might help the healing. She had never been more wrong. Her good friends that had moved out of town came back that day, but when they found out what had happened with her, well, she and her husband could have saved a lot of money on the wedding reception. Hardly anybody came and those that did didn't stay any longer than to wish the bride and groom well. It was so bad that when they had their first dance together as man and wife, it was only them and the band left in the hall. Well, them and his parents and half way through the dance, she broke down in tears. If it hadn't been for his love and support for her, she might have had a full emotional collapse.

Of all the people that were at the actual wedding, she only really noticed who wasn't. The invitation had been sent, along with a handwritten letter asking for an RSVP and pleading for a chance at a possible reconciliation. She never received a phone call or any kind of reply back. The continued silence and distance between them just grew more than ever.

Her husband had quietly wanted her to resolve this part of her life. Quietly, because he knew that he had been a big part of the flashpoint that started the big blowup. Neither of them expected to be discovered making love that day and he didn't react well to what was said afterwords. He also saw how it was slowly eating her up from the inside like a cancer.

He had to go out of town for a few days on business and he suggested that this would be a good time to do what she could to make amends. Once she got things straightened out for her, he would try and do the same. He thought she should try first, on her own, not because he was afraid of dealing with it or that he didn't want be there for her, but because he thought it would be like trying to put out a fire using gasoline if he were there. She had to agree with him because even though she loved him with all of her heart, his presence would have only complicated things to the extreme.

As she pulled up to the house, it too looked sad. That was the best way she could describe it. The same overcast gloom she felt in her life, she saw in the house. It looked like it just needed something to look alive again. The way it use to be, back like when she was a kid. Back then all she dreamed about was growing up so she could make a real difference in the world. Now, all she dreamed about was being a kid again so she could have her world back the way it was.

As she walked from her car to the door, every step got harder to take; her own fears and nerves making her feet feel like she was shackled, with with the weight of her own words from that day being added as she got closer. "Come on Kim." she said to herself as she urged herself onward. "Your last name may not be "Possible" anymore, but you can do this. You need to do this. You have to do this."

Knowing that she couldn't just walk in and announce herself the way she had so very many times in the past, she stopped at the front door and after taking a deep breath to try and calm herself and get her heartbeat and emotions back under some control, she rang the doorbell and waited.

When the door partially opened, she saw a pair of eyes that she had trusted so many times in the past for as long as she could remember. At first she saw startled recognition in them and for the briefest instant, maybe a little joy, but that disappeared quickly as a tired and annoyed look took its place. They both stood there in silence looking at each other.

After what seemed like forever, but was really only about half a minute, the person said, "Mind if I ask what you want? I seem to remember you saying that you never wanted to see me or anyone from this house again."

Kim inwardly flinched after hearing her own words repeated back to her. "This isn't how I'd really hoped this would begin." said Kim softly. "Most people like to start with a greeting, like "Hello," but to answer your question I came here to talk and maybe try to clear the air. I don't expect a lot, I don't know if I deserve anything. But I would just like a chance to try to fix things between us. Please? I really do miss you."

After a full minute of silence went by, she heard a sigh and as the door opened wide she also heard, "Hello Kimberly." in a neutral tone of voice. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

Kim couldn't help but have a small glimmer of hope flash in her heart as she said, "Hello Mother. Yes, I'd like that very much."

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TBC

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