Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible and any vehicles mentioned are owned by Kenner. (I think)

Illusion

Prologue

What really is reality? Is it the truth or what we perceive it to be? Do we create our own reality or are we slaves of what others think is real?

In the game called life, to survive one must adapt. Men discovered the usefulness of deception as well as its drawbacks.

But usually, deception cuts through the toughest shell that guarded one's emotion.

And Kim Possible used deception as a tool to save her best friend.

He, on the other hand, did not see it that way.

Feeling hurt and betrayed, Ron Stoppable moved out of Middleton and strangely vanished. Not even Wade, the super genius, could find him.

Kim, now 21 years old, wished that everything was different.

She could have been working with Ron as Global Justice's top agents and not going solo. She missed their teamwork, she missed their friendship... she missed him.

And what she missed the most was his love.

Believe it or not, Kim was still in love with Ron. She never stopped loving him even though she thought he hated her.

She had lost contact with Ron for the past three years, however there was a mysterious person giving her flowers on her birthday. No signature. She wondered and hoped that it was her beloved Ron giving her those wonderful presents.

Kim sighed and looked out the window of the plane.

Kim was returning from a mission. She was on her way back home when she saw something weird and unusual.

Looking closely, she could have sworn she saw what she saw. It was a flying car. Not just any car. It was a 2000 red Camaro. Its Gulwing doors opened and acted as the car's wings. And before she could see it better, the car waved at her and dove. In a moment, it was gone.

Kim frowned in thought. What was that? Should she report it? Smirking, she thought to keep it to her self for a while.

"We're five minutes away, Agent Possible," the pilot said from his intercom.

"Thanks," Kim said as she prepared herself. She had some vacation time coming up and she wanted to enjoy every single second of it.

But she would love it better if he was there.

"Ron," she whispered longingly. "Where are you?"

A red Camaro pulled into a gas station in the rocky pass near the edge of Upperton. Waiting for the Camaro was a young man leaning on his shiny green motorcycle.

"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" the man said to the occupant of the Camaro.

"Bossman couldn't stay away ever since her return to Tri City," the gas attendant said as she exited the garage. "Why not tell her you forgive her and be done with it?"

"He thinks he's the one needed to be forgiven," the man on the bike said as he got his bike and rolled it in the garage.

"What's wrong with it?" the attendant asked.

"Adjustment with the pitch and yaw," the biker said.

"And yours?" she asked the driver of the Camaro.

"It's fine," he said as he drove into the garage. "Anyway, any word?"

"It's really like you to change the subject," the attendant sighed as she shook her head.

"If it makes you feel better... I'm driving over there after the meeting." The attendant and the biker exchanged glances and shrugged.

"If I weren't your friend, I could have sworn you're going to make your move," the biker said.

"Perhaps you're both right," the driver said as he exited the Camaro. "Maybe it's time to say what were on our minds."

"She did say those words to save you," the attendant said, surprised that he was finally facing her.

"Yeah," the driver sighed. "What can I do? I've got a thick skull."

"You got that right," the biker said in a teasing tone. "Need company?" the driver paused and looked at the two imploringly.

"Love to, can't," the attendant said, truly regretting that she couldn't go. "I need to man the fort."

"Love to Bossman..." the biker was about to say more when the driver smiled mischievously.

"Monique will be there," he teased and the demeanor of the biker changed.

"I'll shower," he said as he entered the shop.

"Better fix his bike," the attendant said, smiling at the retreating form of her colleague. "He never told her that he liked her?"

"He had some issues," the driver said, pressing a button to open an access panel. Then, the wall opened, revealing a large elevator capable of lifting a lot of vehicles. "But now his confidence boosted to a record high."

"As did yours?" the attendant teased making the driver blush.

"As did mine," he nodded and smiled at her. "I hope she forgives me."

"Try forgiving yourself for doubting her," the attendant said and went to fix the bike.

"I already have," the driver said, entered the Camaro and drove it inside the elevator which closed upon his entry.

The attendant sighed and shook her head.

"I wish I could see their expressions," she said and returned to adjust the bike.

"There! It's done! Seriously," Motor Ed said as he admired his handiwork.

"Very good, Ed," Dr. Drakken said as he looked at the vehicles in the hangar. A blue helicopter sat in between a black Ford Bronco and a violet Nissan Fairlady 350Z. "Are you sure you could make more?"

"Hey Dude, if you design it, I can build it, Seriously," Motor Ed said.

"I got dibs on the coupe," Shego said as she walked towards the car and entered it.

"SHEGO! I'm the leader of this outfit and I say when we choose the vehicles," Drakken said in a huff.

"Whatever," Shego said as she started the car. "And we need a name for out... outfit."

"Fine!" Drakken said. "As it happens I already have a name."

"What is it?" Shego asked impatiently.

"Vicious Evil Network Of Mayhem!" Drakken shouted dramatically.

"What?" Shego asked.

"Dude, that rocks!" Motor Ed said, screaming in an air guitar.

"It's V.E.N.O.M. for short."

A/n: Please review. I need your input. Thanks.