Authors Notes:

Thanks again to all who waited patiently for the second chapter, and especially to those who left comments and reviews. Well, the wait is over (for now). I am genuinely sorry that there was no sign of me for the past month or so. I had about two weeks before a vacation that lasted about two weeks. I decided to read another Kim Possible fanfic to get inspired. Unfortunately, that fanfic happened to be KP Countdown, by Commander Argus. His stories are some of the best I've seen on this site, and most of them are part of a series he titled the "It Finally Happened" universe. I figured that since I had two weeks to spare before my vacation, I could read his entire library. But alas, I was wrong, the two weeks ended, and I didn't have this chapter written yet to tell y'all that I was going to be gone for two weeks, only for school to start the Monday I returned (not to mention I was far from finishing reading Commander Argus's stories).

So here I am. I felt like I owed everyone an explanation as to what happened to me. I can't tell right now if I will be able to keep up with writing stories, Junior Year, as well as crew (I get in the boat for the first time ever tomorrow!), but I will sure try. If I can't, there's always winter break.

If you are interested in checking out some of Commander Argus's stories, make sure to read the notes at the end of this chapter.

I am still looking for someone to proofread my stories; if anyone is interested just PM me.

Comments and reviews are always appreciated and I will reply to anyone who leaves one.

Without further ado, I give you the long-desired second installment of this masterpiece!

Disclaimer: If you saw it on Kim Possible, it belongs to Disney. I own this fanfic.


Kim had fallen faster than Ron, being that she kept her head pointed towards the ground. She pulled her chute open when she approached the two-hundred foot mark, and landed on the roof of a large warehouse. She looked up, expecting to still see Ron high above her since he usually pulls his chute early. But when she looked up, he was only fifty feet above her, and he hadn't pulled his chute. He just kept falling, falling, falling…

She thought he was going to fall right through the roof of the building, but she watched in awe as he decelerated until his feet gently touched the roof of the building. He had a slight but visible blue glow around him. She ran up to him and he opened his eyes.

"Ron! What in the world just happened?!"

Ron blinked a couple times and asked, "K…KP? Where are we?"

"Ron, we just jumped out of a plane at 30,000 feet, and you didn't pull your chute or do anything and I…" Kim broke down and sobbed into his chest. "I was so afraid that I was going to lose you, forever."

Ron didn't exactly understand what Kim was talking about; he just remembered jumping out of the plane, feeling content and at peace, and then opening his eyes to find her running towards him on an unusual large building. But he did see how Kim was in some sort of distress about whatever had happened, and so he comforted her. "It's okay, KP. I'm here," he whispered, stroking her hair. Ron rubbed the small of her back as her crying slowed until it stopped altogether.

Ron's body felt warm and reassuring pressed against hers, and she was eventually able to calm herself. "How in the world did you do that? You never pulled your chute!"

"Actually, I kinda forgot to," Ron remembered, rubbing his neck. "I was lost in thought. I'm not sure about the 'not dead' part. I completely forgot I was freefalling and next thing I know, I'm standing on a building I've never seen before and you're running to me."

"Hold me," Kim pleaded. Ron quickly closed the small gap between them and embraced her fiercely. "I was so scared," she whispered to him. Ron felt one of Kim's tears on his cheek.

This isn't normal, he thought. Then again, Kim had been acting a little strange since last night. This morning, he just tried to crack a playful joke and she got upset about it. And now, she's in tears, even though he was right there. Well, yeah, he had probably just scared her half to death, but he was still very much alive and well, after all. Women are so hard to understand, yet I love one with all my being anyway. They're so emotional, have violent mood swings, PMSing, Ron thought. ...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, a voice in his head said as he came to realization. It is that time, isn't it.


Kim felt like she was riding an emotional roller coaster. She just couldn't take it anymore.

"Hold me," Kim pleaded. She held onto Ron and let the tears fall. "I was so scared."

Kim listened to Ron, "This isn't normal." A pause. "Women are so hard to understand... They're so emotional, have violent mood swings, PMSing... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, it is that time, isn't it."

"Ron, shut up." Kim said.

"Wha, Huh? I didn't say anything."

"You said 'It is that time.'"

"What? No I didn't! I just... thought it."

"Wait, so you're saying what I heard was your thoughts?"

"Kim, I'm not makin' this up. Though this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to us, besides that dream in the museum once."

"Wow, that is really weird. What caused it, do you think?"

"Oh, it probably just has to do with the Ron Factor."

Kim giggled. "Oh please, not the whole 'Ron Factor' thing again."

He flashed one of his goofy grins. That was all she needed to get her back on track apparently. "Alright, it's mission time," Kim pronounced.

Kim and Ron walked a few steps. Then Kim stopped, turned around, and have him a very passionate kiss on the lips. Then she turned back around and got set in 'mission mode' again.

Wow, thought Ron after being too stunned to reply. It really is that time.

"Ron?" Kim asked.

"What?"

"Shut up."


Kim found a window just two feet below the roof they were on. Rufus made short work of the rusty lock and they were in. "Naked mole rats," Ron announced. "They come in handy."

There was nothing odd about this particular warehouse. It was the usual: stacks of unidentifiable crates climbing to the ceiling, ductwork hanging from the steel girders lining the ceiling, the hum of some machine somewhere in the building. Ron followed Kim down some crates until they were running along the ground, silently searching for any signs of Motor Ed or his henchmen.

Kim held the Kimmunicator in her hands, scanning for faint voices, traces of body heat, and traps. Kim rounded a stack of crates and jumped back behind the crates when she spotted Motor Ed. Ron, being Ron, and apparently not noticing Kim's attempt to hide herself from Ed, walked past her and headed straight for Motor Ed before Kim grabbed him by the collar and pulled him behind her.

"Ron, head in the game!" she whispered harshly at him.

Oh, right," Ron mumbled, blushing.

"What were you thinking about? It must have been pretty distracting for you to walk past me like that," she said.

"Uh, you really want to know?"

Kim Growled. "Not at the moment, now get your head in the game. And don't think you're getting out of this."

"Whew," Ron said under his breath as he started to plan how he would distract the bulky ex-mechanic on the other side of the crate.

Ron could see that Motor Ed was working on some sort of vehicle (not surprisingly), and some loud heavy metal music was playing from various amplifiers hanging from the ceiling. The vehicle looked like a sand rail with the body of a convertible. Its wheels protruded down and slightly out from the housings. The tires were the size of washing machines, and a large, curious device that resembled a giant spark plug rested where the rear seats would have been in an electric blue, wide but sleek body of a convertible. White lines were painted along the side of the body to resemble lightning. A sleek spoiler rested on the rear instead of a trunk.

"There." Motor Ed turned to one of his henchmen as he dropped his wrench with a clatter. "Bro, cheek out my new way wicked awesome ride. It so totally rocks. Seriously!"

"Nobody's better 'n you, boss," he replied in a heavy New Jersey accent.

None of them noticed the blond tuft of hair that was slinking around to the front of the vehicle.

"When I go for my cruise around town, this baby will open a vortex of total destr'ction, and I will be the dude that crushes everything. This is so totally gonna show Red who's boss." Ed jumped off the hood of the car and flipped his mullet like a wild lion and screamed, "Ahhhhhh yeah!"

After finishing his air guitar solo, he stood up and said, "You know, today must be my lucky day, 'cuz Red and her skinny dude didn't even show up"

Ron saw this as his chance of distraction, so he casually leaned on the hood of the car and said, "Oh don't worry, we made it. We just forgot to R.S.V.P. Got any refreshments?"

Motor Ed spun around and stood in disbelief. "Bro, why you gotta crash my party like that?"

"I don't recall me being the one that's up to no good, mullet dude," Ron pointed out with a little anger in his voice. "On the other hand, I hope that this curious thingamabob in my hands isn't going to be of any importance to your current masterpiece," Ron said as he held up one of the missing car parts in his hand that he removed while Motor Ed was ranting about total destruction.

"Ooooooooo, I'll get you for that," Motor Ed said as he rushed the unprepared teen.

"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!" Ron yelled, terrified. She swung down with her grappling gun and knocked Motor Ed square in the chest.

"Oooof," he grunted when Kim's feet made contact with his solar plexus and sent him crashing into some crates. "Red?" He stood up. "You're here too?"

"No, mullet brain, I'm just a figment of your imagination," Kim replied with sarcasm dripping from her lips, and punched him in the jaw, causing him to stumble and fall. "And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me 'Red'!"

"Aw, Red, you're harshing my mellow," he replied, obviously not heeding Kim's words. He then remembered that the 'skinny dude' was getting away with the stolen part. Motor Ed turned around and pushed Kim over into a puddle of motor oil, and then proceeded to run after Ron.

"Oh, gross," Kim said when she slipped and fell after trying to get back up.

Ed reached Ron and wrestled with him over the part. The stronger villain ripped the contents out of his hands and lifted Ron off the ground by his wrists with one arm.

"Ah," Ron struggled in the grip. "Aw, man." There was no way he was going to free himself this way. Motor Ed walked to a vertical wall with straps (every super-villain needs one) and secured Ron in them. Kim, still unable to stand in the puddle of oil, was easily gathered up and placed next to Ron.

Motor Ed said to them as he walked away, "You and your skinny dude aren't gettin' outta this one, Red."

Kim scowled daggers at Motor Ed.


Author's Notes:

Well, I see this as a good stopping point for this chapter (I presume this is where we would have a commercial break if this happened to be an episode.). Like I said at the beginning of this chapter, I'm not sure yet if I'll be able to keep up with school and writing fanfiction, but if I can't, there's always winter break. I promise I won't forget!

If you are interested in Commander Argus, there are a few things you should know. His legitimate works can be very lengthy, some of them having 40+ chapters. However, those are the most rewarding. Also, before delving into a random story like I did, I recommend reading the notes on his profile about the series he wrote to find out what to start with. Lastly, I regret deeply to inform that his stories have remained untouched since 2008. Tragically, I heard from chapter eleven of Classic Cowboy's The Dark Knight (another great story) that Commander Argus passed in December of '08 in a car accident. That in itself was a huge shock to me, because I had read every one of his fanfics not knowing anything about it. It still deeply affects me whenever I think about it; I believe a writing legend was lost that tragic December.

Alright, enough of the wishy-washy stuff. I am still looking for someone to proofread. Comments & reviews are always greatly appreciated (they make my writing better, too!)

This is the Krekeler,

over and out.