Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible, it all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing, but the story idea belongs to me.

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Sour Remnant ~

"Hi Ron!"

Kim smiled, waving at her 'friend' who idly passed her by, one bag strapped on his shoulder. He had said nothing to her, not acknowledging her existence in the slightest. Nothing, as usual. Ron only just walked away to whichever class happened to be next, with a stare that's sole purpose was to block her out. The stare remained bored to others, but no one could ever be that blind. They all knew something had happened between them.

The girl's smile died at another failed attempt to getting him to notice her. Her hand had come to slow halt, before she slumped on the walls, sagging as she did. Again she had tried, and again she had failed. Each day had been the same. A simple greeting with the hope of an off chance Ron would talk to her, but nothing. Falling on the floor, Kim didn't bother trying to get up, ignoring the stares from her neighbored classmates giving her, what was the point.

'Just maybe in a small glimmer of chance not all hope was lost; she just had to find it no matter how long it takes.'

Oh sure it sounded like an easy idea at the time. But now. Now Kim seriously doubted all her efforts. Nothing the girl did could even do could grasp his attention, very less start a conversation. Gaining back his trust, hmph! Some things maybe were just in fact impossible, and maybe she came to finally realize it, after all her failed attempts.

Kim stared into the emptiness of the wall, frowning, "Not everything is possible for a –

"Girl you better get up from the floor! Who knows what people have at the bottom of their shoes?!"

Interrupted, Kim looked up to see Monique looking down at her. Her friend had her hand extended, telling her to get up. Kim stared at the hand, and back at her friend who simply smiled. The teen sighed before grabbing back. It felt nice to know someone still cared about her. She just wished it was Ron instead of Monique.

"Thanks Mon," Kim replied down as usual, "I think I will just head to class –

"Oh no!" Monique protested, pulling her arm in place, "You are not going anywhere till you tell me what's been happening with you and Ron? And I've been very nice not pushing your buttons but enough is enough Kim!"

Kim weakly fought back at Monique's tugging. This wasn't the first time she had asked the sitch between her and Ron. Every time she had some excuse to not spill, but her barriers could only hold back so much. And Monique's constant question poking only weaken her resolve.

"It's nothing Monique really." Of course the girl didn't buy into her excuse, with the empty stare Kim had in her eyes. How dense did Kim think she was? Obviously the girl underestimated her. Or pushed her luck too far.

Ticked, Monique narrowed her eyes, "Yea and the sky is red. Now let's start over." She crossed her arms beneath her chest, glaring. "Now what is the sitch between you and Ron?"

The teen hero wanted to give another lame excuse, but under Monique's intense stare, hadn't allowed her any such freedom. Maybe it was time she opened up to someone other than her family? She had kept everyone in the dark for too long, far too long. And she longed for the weight on her shoulders to be lifted, even just a little.

Kim looked around the now empty hallway for listening ears. Luckily no one other than them remained, that just meant they would be late to class today. She cringed at the thought of getting detention for her lack of caring. Still the emptiness made it much easier to open up.

Mumbling incoherent thoughts, Kim rubbed her arm slowly, "Fine. I-I…um," the girl turned looking at each corner. She bit her finger looking very distressed.

Monique saw how frustrated Kim became, as she searched for any other people, and figured what the problem had been. Giving very little thought into it, she grabbed her friend's arm, abruptly pulling her down the hall.

"M-Monique!" Kim screeched lowly, "Where are you taking me?!"

Her friend didn't sway off course as the doors to the school came into closer view. She smirked tugging her faster, "We are playing hooky girl."

Her eyes flew open at the mere mention of 'hooky.' Never in her life or academic life had Kim Possible played hooky. Sure when missions popped up then all things considered, but never would she purposely leave the school grounds to partake in some leisure activities.

The teen girl tried to tug back against her friend's unusual strong grip, "Monique! I've never done this before!" She tried and tried as much as she could, but couldn't even lessen the grip her friend had. "I don't want to leave the school grounds!"

Monique would hear none of it. "Kim everyone skips school every once and a while. Besides it's the only way I'm going to get you to spill, so as of right now you don't even have a choice in the matter. So shut up and enjoy it, because you need this more than you think girl." She quickly pulled Kim out the door, when a breeze of fresh air assaulted their senses.

Kim couldn't argue, the fresh breeze did feel nice on her skin. And the school, if one word could describe it, would be stuffy. But she couldn't ignore the fact that Monique had dragged her out, and was still dragging her out, farther and father away from the school, and to who knows where. A moment set back gone, Kim grabbed Monique's arm tugging back trying to halt their movements.

No such luck.

Giving up, she let Monique take her where ever it was she planned.

"I don't like this side of you Kim." They stopped a far away distance enough from the park where no body happened to be at. Walking or rather Monique pushing Kim to a nearby swing set, Kim and Mon both both sat down each a different way. Her friend strong and ready, and Kim's, not so much.

The auburn girl gently moved back and forth, pushing ever so slightly on the sand below her feet. "What side are you talking about Monique?"

The girl huffed, before poking at her sides, "The side where you give up. I don't like it."

"What, Monique I don't give –

"Don't play dumb with me girl," she hadn't meant to yell, but why stop now, "Every time you try talking to Ron, that boy quickly ignores you, and you get the saddest look on your face! And before you protest I would like to point out, what just happened a few moments ago. The Kim I knew a few weeks ago wouldn't have let me dragged her anywhere, and at the very least not without constantly bugging me to where or what were doing!"

The words hurt Kim deeply, she sulked deeper into her seat, no longer pushing herself on the small glistens of sand beneath her feet. Why exert effort anyways, it brought no joy to her.

"See! That's the face!" Monique had yelled jumping off her seat, glaring at the sad expression her best friend girl friend had on. A moment passed, then her face soften, as she sat back down on the swing, clutching the iron chains loosely. She waited, but only a bit, "What happened between you and Ron?"

The teen hero bit her lip, there was no point of hiding it from Mon anymore. Maybe, truly, she could help her. It would be nice to have someone watch her back again, for that job did have a vacancy at the moment, sadly. Looking around the park, it was clearly deserted. No one but them two were present, and with no presence of trees, anyone that could have been there, weren't.

No more excuses.

"Ok," Kim began, "I'll tell you what happened."

Monique knew that what her friend was doing took a lot of effort, and she smiled sympathetically. Placing her arm on Kim's shoulders, made her know that Kim had her undivided attention.

Strange, without uttering a single word, Kim already felt sort of better.

"So it happened like this –

...

Silence surrounded them, as Kim finished telling her troubled tale. Monique mindlessly swayed on her seat thinking of all the things Kim had told her, the eerie sounds of rusted iron started to make it's presence. The trip to the Grand Canyon, the diary, the Log Dates. Her Log Date! Then Kim's Log Date, plus the mood swings. The misinterpreted pregnancy scare, and finally when it all came crashing down. Everything. Monique knew everything now! And she didn't know how to respond back for a few brief minutes. Again she just idly swung in her seat, staring at the countless sand, as if it suddenly became interesting.

Fear, the teen hero had feared if she had revealed the roots of her problems, then something like this would happen. Now Kim just had to wait for Monique to get up, and advise her, that she wanted nothing to do with her anymore. The idea seemed very plausible after all, and she wouldn't blame her if she did. Kim knew she was a horrible person and deserved anything she had coming to her.

Monique kicked a few streaks of sand carelessly, "Well that explains a lot," she stopped, blinking, "No wait that pretty much explains everything, doesn't it."

The girl got up, patting some loose dirt off her crimson stylish outfit. Kim braced herself, shutting her eyes closed. Here it comes, the part where Monique tells Kim she wants nothing to do with her. Her fingers grasped, the chain waiting. Any second now –

"Well then girl looks like you could use some serious help here. Lucky for you, I happen to be an expert at fixing awkward or broken relationships. Call it second nature, instinct, or whatever."

Gasp.

Kim's eyes fluttered open to stare at her friend, who happened to smiling bravely at her.

Seeing the misunderstood emotion, Monique could understand that Kim was probably surprised at her, for not ditching her. She may have not been 100 percent ok with what Kim had done, in fact she was totally against it, but for Kim and Ron's sake, she could put her thoughts aside. For now. A friendship as old as theirs was currently at stake, and it would hurt the fashion diva if she didn't try to help.

"Look Kim I'm not totally happy with you," she blankly told her, "and I probably won't be for a while." The girl bent slight over, resting her hands on her hips, "But even I know when someone is totally in over their head. And you are like a girl trying to figure out the perfect video game to buy for their friend. You need help, asap!"

Kim stared long and hard at Monique's still 'there' presence. Was her hearing right? Did Monique just offer to help her? It just all seemed so unlikely.

Tears wanted so desperately to escape, but she withheld them back, not wanting to look weak. It just felt so good to get the guilt off her conscious. After everything, she just wanted to cry so badly. Crying may have been a major no in her book, but sniffling seemed perfectly acceptable.

"M-Mon," sniffed Kim.

Hugging her, Kim didn't get any warning or what so ever, as Monique hugged her. Her paranoia washed away, as she got up. Kim's arm's hanged loosely as she buried her face in her friend's shoulder, sniffing not crying! It felt so good to be just hugged, she missed the feeling from her friend, from Ron.

Monique patted her back, happy to see Kim letting out her emotions. She put a small distance between, but not far enough for Kim if she needed another hug.

"Now I got a idea girl, but I'm going to need your expertise on Ron in order for it to work. Because my plan is surely going to get that boy to forgive you faster than a Pain King pinning Steel Toe on Smack-down Friday!"

"Ok," Kim mumbled lowly, her sniffles vanishing, smiling softly at Monique's fascination with the GWA, "What are we gonna do?"

"Well first your off to a great start, with your 'Hi Ron' thing you do every time you see him." Monique smirked, grabbing Kim by the shoulder and crashing her besides hers. She spaces off her arm freely in the air, "But you got to push harder! You have to keep trying to talk to him, don't take no for an answer! Every time you see that boy invite him to hang out at one of his favorite hang outs, or try to take him to watch some Brick's of Fury movies! Do something!"

"But Monique!" Kim redden at the thought of invading Ron's personal space anymore than she already did. Last time she did, well you already know, "Doesn't it seem a little extreme?!"

"You gotta let him know you mean business girl, I mean you do want him back right?" The fashion girl teased, hoping to spark something in the auburn teen, "You do want to hang out with again don't you! Don't you want your Ron-nights back?! Don't you want your Ron-shine!"

"Of course I do!" Exclaimed the teen hero, with a small tingle of redness on her cheeks.

Monique smirked more, there's that spark.

"Then operation F.R.U.I.T. is a go!"

"Operation what?"

Monique glared, her best friend's lack of acronyms vocabulary would one day get to her.

"Operation F.R.U.I.T. – Friends Re-United In Time!"

Kim blinked baffled, she would never understand her friend's appreciation of acronyms or the crazy ideas that came with them.

Author Notes: Well then here is your first chapter to the sequel you all demanded! Monique and a few other characters will be playing a role in this story so I hope you enjoy it while it last.

I still hate writing just to let you readers know, so understand I'm only doing this because I enjoy people having smiles on their face when mine is all sad, it makes me smile!

Updates on Fridays, starting next week again. Still haven't Drawn a Cover yet so give me some time.

Happy Thanksgiving!

If you don't follow along at all, then chances are you didn't read the first story, 'The Apple Really Doesn't Fall Far'

Fruit!