Disclaimer: The usual; I don't own Kim Possible, blah, blah, blah.
Well, this is my first KP fic, so be merciful. I've had this idea ever since I started to watch the show, and finally got it to take form. I hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE R+R! It's the only reason I'll keep writing. You guys inspire me!
Important things I'm doing with this Fic.
1) It takes place after the events of "So the Drama," so Kim and Ron are together.
2) Time is last day of summer vacation, location is Middleton.
3) Since I think it's not only possible, but probable that Ron will mature, I thought it may as well be in this fic, so NO Ron will not be out of character, but his thoughts, dialogue, and actions will be more mature. But YES he's still gonna be bumbling and loveable. Just a little smarter as well.
Well, the rest will be built into the story. Enjoy!
Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands where all else has fallen.
Love and Responsibility
Ron stood up in the convertible and spread his arms eagle style, drinking in the moment. "Awwwwww, YEAH! High school Seniors, baby!"
Rufus popped out of his pocket and imitated Ron, "Hmmmhmm, baby!"
Kim laughed at her boyfriend's antics. She would join them, if she wasn't the one driving. "Hey, guys. Mind keeping the celebrations to yourselves? I'm really not in the mood to crash Dad's car."
Ron sat down, fixing his hair and chuckling. "Awww, come on, KP. We're like feudal lords of our time; no more lineups, no more pranks, no more MYSTERY MEAT! HOW could life get any better right now?"
She turned and faced him. "Turn ninety degrees to your right."
Ron turned, faced a billboard, and let out a girlish scream. "TWO FOR ONE NACOS AT BUENO NACHO!"
"Plus Senior discount for welcome week at school."
Kim smiled at her boyfriend's delight in the simple pleasures of life. Somehow, he always managed to find pure happiness in these kinds of things. It reminded her that she was still in high school; she had her whole life ahead of her, and could afford to stop and smell the roses, or rather, nacos.
Ron turned back to Kim. "So, we still on for tonight? Popcorn and movies?"
"My place or yours?"
Ron smiled. "Mine. Just got a new TV! Plasma! 48 inch! HD! Happiness!"
Kim groaned. "You've been going on about that for a week now. And we can't make it too late, school starts tomorrow, gotta start well to end well."
Ron leaned back, satisfied in how life was headed. Yep, life's good.
…
(Three Days Later)
Man, life sucks.
Ron barely had time to squeeze in that thought before he leaped into his Physics class before the bell rang.
Two sciences, a math, AND history. What a timetable.
It wasn't only Ron. Most of the Grade 12 class was feeling the strain. But it was only natural. The first semester marks were the ones that went to all University applications. These were the only marks that REALLY mattered. Even Kim was feeling the strain. Where once there was a somewhat free flow approach to life, now there was-
"be-be-BEbe"
Kim leaned back in her Calculus chair.
Oh, that's just PERFECT. We just start limits, and I have to go. Perfect.
She grabbed her Kimmunicator.
"This better be a big sitch, Wade."
The 11 year old shrugged. "Isn't it always? Besides, it's just limits? Really, quadratic functions and coefficient reciprocals isn't that big a deal."
"Spare me. Just tell me where to go, who to punch."
Wade stared at his monitor. "Draken, (duh), has got some big, clunky, inefficient laser hauled up in front of City Hall. Something about being audited for inappropriate use of government funds."
Kim raised her eyebrow. "Funds used for what, exactly?"
"The building of a big, clunky, inefficient laser."
"Ah. Well, this shouldn't take too long. We're on our way."
Kim stood up, the teacher methodically gave the nod, and she sprinted out, heading for Ron's class. She found him sitting in the hall.
"Ron, what's the deal?"
Ron yawned. "Fell asleep in class. Vector components really aren't my style."
"Well, wake up, cause we've got a sitch."
Ron stood up and stretched. "Lemme guess: Draken's doing something over the top and impractical that won't even work and is just another way of killing time before his next Soap is on."
"Pretty much"
"Well, it's better than Physics. Let's go."
…
"HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY USE OF FUNDS?!?! THIS IS A HIGHLY COMPLEX PIECE OF EQUIPMENT OF VALID USE FOR THE SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY!!"
"Mr. Draken-"
"DOCTOR DRAKEN!!!"
"Very well, Dr. Draken, your funding application was for the research and construction of new water purification technology. You build a laser."
The blue face of Kim's arch nemesis began to grow red as he shouted at the accountant, knowing full well he had lost the argument.
"Well, I will just have to find a way of getting around your bureaucratic paper-pushing. SHEGO!"
The green clad villainess leaped down from the laser cabin. "Come on, Dr. D. I'm not gonna beat up an accountant."
A voice called from above her. "Well, I guess you could TRY beat up me."
Shego looked up in moderate, (but not unanticipated), disgust. "Yeah, yeah. Insert witty banter here, insert buffoon loosing pants there, insert fight scene somewhere over there, insert escape somewhere near the end, and everyone gets to go home and watch Letterman before hitting the sheets."
Kim shrugged. "Hey, maybe Ron won't loose his pants this time."
Ron gave a comic thumbs up. "I try for my lady!"
Kim leaped down from the door canopy and engaged Shego in a heated battle. As usual, they matched each other nearly blow for blow. Ron stumbled down from the canopy and called out to Kim, "I'm going for the laser!"
Ron sprinted for the laser, but Draken quickly activated it and aimed it at Ron, who promptly began running away. As was custom, Draken blasted at Ron, Shego and Kim fought, and Ron began getting closer to the laser. He tried and failed to get up on the base of the cannon, sweating from exhaustion. Come on, monkey powers. Kick in once in awhile!
Suddenly, Draken, sick of this, tried to shake Ron off the neck of the beam, before thinking better of it and leaning over giving Ron a boot to the face, toppling him off and onto the pavement. Draken than produced a gun from his pocket, to which Ron shrieked and ran from. Laughing at Ron's fear and subsequent running away, he leaned back to relax and watch Shego hopefully beat Kim. Unfortunately, he raised his legs a bit too high, and hit the FIRE LASER button.
The cannon glowed bright yellow and began to hum, pointing straight at Shego. In panic, Draken grabbed the direction controls and swung the laser to his right just as it fired. Straight at a mother carrying her young child. She actually had time to scream before the blast hit her. Ron heard the blast discharge and whirled around… and watched: watched as her skin turned to the texture of burnt paper, as her eyeballs burned and evaporated in their sockets, as she exhaled a small cloud of dust from her torched, now non-existent lungs, as her now twig-like arms released be bundle they held, and the child became visible: burnt, blackened, chest cavity split open. As the child hit the ground, it was like a bundle of autumn leaves falling apart. The mother fell backwards and matched the previous effect.
Ron couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. This had never happened before. No one died. He fell to his knees, than onto his hands. No one got hurt. This wasn't supposed to happen. Ron slowly felt his voice returning. It exited as a low, tortured, pain filled groan, which rose to a tortured, low, drawn out cry of terror.
Kim, who had been consumed with fighting Shego hadn't even noticed the events which had take place. She assumed the blasts were directed at Ron, and he dodged them all as usual. Suddenly, she saw Shego look over Kim's shoulder and gasp slightly. Kim took this chance to kick her in the chest, winding her. Kim turned to see what Shego had seen, and beheld the spectacle. The charred remains of some nameless person, and Ron, on his knees, face contorted into a look of supreme agony. Kim couldn't believe it. Someone had actually died. She heard the sounds of a helicopter as Draken and Shego made off with their weapon. She didn't care. She ran straight for her boyfriend. Although it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to get to him. She knelt beside him; he was cold and white.
"Ron! Ron! Talk to me, Ron! Are you alright?"
No response. She followed his eyesight. He was staring at the corps. Only now did she hear a ragged, barely discernable sound come from him.
"Mmmmm. Hmmmhmmm. Mmmmm eye."
"What? Ron! What is it?!"
He tore his gaze away from the corpses and looked right into Kim's eyes. She almost gasped. There was something there; a light that never existed there before. The light of pain, and knowledge of pain. The light of the death of innocence.
Ron drew in a breath.
"Mmmmm eye, f…fallla. T."
Kim shook her head. "No, Ron, NO!"
A single tear exited Ron's eye. "Mmmm…aaaahhhh…my fault."
His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into Kim's arms, gave a single dry, horrendous sob, and passed out.
xxxxxEndxxxxx
Well, whadaya think? This is my first KP fic, but I've been sitting on this idea for some time. It'll build. No worries. I know it may seem a little dark now, but this is the event that sets up everything that follows. It gets better, no worries.
PLEASE R+R!! It's the only reason I keep writing these things. You guys inspire me!
Since I'll now be handling three, that's right, THREE fics, I won't update this one for a little while. As in 2 weeks. But trust me, I WILL update!
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