Based on DVDIce's fanart "Kim's Nightmare" at DeviantArt.
I haven't seen "Emotion Sickness". If I get any details wrong, let me know.
takes place during "So The Drama".
THE STORY:
Kim turned restlessly in bed. "No," she murmured. "He wouldn't do it--not him--not to me!"
She sat up suddenly in bed, stone cold awake. "Ron! No!" she cried.
Kim looked around her; her bed, her covers, PandaRoo, her room. The clock said--she squinted, her vision fuzzy with sleep--2:00. She groaned.
It had been a nightmare.
I'm going to tell him what he means to me. Bonnie's been bugging me for weeks, playing on my sense of shame. So what if he asks me to the Prom? He's my friend, my Ron-ster. I'm his K.P. In fact, why wait? I'll ask him to the Prom. To hell with the Food Chain. So what if he wears his dad's old blue tux? So what if Rufus pops out of the pocket? Like he says, never be normal. So, we'll be a couple dweebs together. The Food Chain? So what? As if--it mattered.
There he is, by his locker--what? With Bonnie? He's got his arms around her!
"Ron...what if Kim finds out?"
"Don't worry, she never will know."
Liplock! Those two! Ugh! Sick and Wrong! That louse! That S.O.B.! I hate him! What was I thinking? What did I see in him!
That's all it was; a nightmare. She was bugged because Bonnie was hassling her. That's why she saw Bonnie in the dream. Nothing else. That's why she imagined them together. No big.
She and Ron had said it to each other--and everyone else--"HE IS SO NOT MY BOYFRIEND--SHE IS SO NOT MY GIRLFRIEND"--to Monique, to Felix, to Tara--to everybody.
Erik had moved to Middleton. He had caught her eye. She had fallen like a ton of bricks. He was cute, sweet, cool--everything she ever wanted in a guy
"Kim--I'm making it my mission to take you to the Prom."
That settled it. She had an Official Boyfriend--a Prom Date. She was safe--secure. She needn't be afraid of the Food Chain's scrutiny.
Besides, she thought sourly, Ron was more interested in the changes at Bueno Nacho, even if--she could hardly bring herself to admit it--care for him--him--him and that stupid petition.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes; she stretched and yawned; she rubbed her forehead, her neck--and her hand passed over the spot where the Moodulator chip had been implanted.
And her heart grew very quiet.
Their voices echoed in her memory.
"So I guess the crush and everything is all Moodulator, huh?"
"Not everything, there's still fireworks."
It had been good natured teasing on the surface. But underneath--
She wanted the crush--the kiss--the fireworks--everything. She wanted him.
A sob escaped her lips.
Ron, she whispered, "I wish I had another Moodulator chip. And I would put it--"
She held her hand over her heart.
"-right here. I would give the control box to you. I would tell you to put at whatever setting you wanted--for the rest of my life--our lives--because I know--I can trust you."
The nighttime darkness did not answer. All was silent, both in her room and in her heart.
Ron had made it plain.
Kim sighed. Of course. It was irrational. She often felt this way--a sudden longing, a sudden urge. It would go away in the morning. The sun would filter in the window. She would look forward to seeing Erik. He would pull up to the house. She would run out the door, laughingly say hello, hop on the motorbike behind him, put on the crash helmet, hug him hard around his waist, and ride off to school.
But tonight--oh, God, tonight...
Kim held PandaRoo tightly to her chest. As she drifted off to restless sleep again, a final whispered word escaped her lips; a single name.
"Ron."
