Warning for my own butt: I do not, nor have I ever owned the rights to Kim Possible. If I did, I would also own a hammer and those executives at Disney would have renewed the show a LOT sooner.

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CHAPTER ONE – THE TURNING POINT

I.

The moon was high in the sky, and the residents of Middleton were asleep in their beds; all the while, visions of pleasantries danced through their heads. And then there was the sudden awakening of Ronald Stoppable. Said teen lunged up in bed and pondered over his subconscious calm and state of solution. Sweat rolled down his forehead and traced along his brow line, eventually making its way to his freckle-covered cheeks. His brown eyes stared straight ahead. If it were the opening moment of a movie, the camera would pan backwards exposing the large world surrounding the single man; all the while his eyes stayed wide open, looking forward in a moment of shocked realization.

His breathing was shallow and heavy and his mind had stopped racing for the first time in weeks. Never before in Ron's life had everything made so much sense. Never before had every single thought in his head been so perfectly aligned in a spectacular show of mental understanding. Right here, right now. The previous problems and confusion towards emotions were instead replaced with a surety and crystal clarity. His friend had become something more in his eyes and at this exact moment in time, he realized the truth.

Ron Stoppable was head-over-heels in love with Kimberly Anne Possible.

For the past few months, he had been feeling strange things for his friend. That girl he knew since pre-K was suddenly an object of (was it love?) affection. No longer was she just that sister-like, best friend companion in life. She became something entirely different. If Ron had to pick a single moment when he began to realize his conflicting emotions and shift from the norm, it would be the mission they had accomplished two months and three days to the date before. That moment of sight on the edge of that mountain opened his eyes to an all new feeling he couldn't quite sum up in words. The only thing he knew to say was that he was absolutely certain that he loved her.

"So loverboy," began his antagonistic side. "What happens now?"

Ron hopped up out of bed and walked briskly to the other side of his room. He swung open his closet door and began digging through for some clothes that would make him look somewhat presentable. Reaching into the far back, he felt his father's blue tuxedo; a hideous mess of design and color combined to create an utterly unappealing dress suit. He was saving that for prom.

"I'm not sure. I don't know." He was rushing himself without looking ahead and the future events of his decisive action could only be disastrous. "I need to tell her. I need to be there and I need to tell her."

"You really think she's going to share the same kind of feelings?"

Ron grabbed a pair of baggy pants and a jersey. "Real original look Stoppable-san…," he thought silently; hoping that his other half wouldn't laugh him out of making his move.

"Hey! Naco Boy! I asked you a question."

As Ron slipped out of his pajamas, he quipped "Naco Boy is in a meeting with the executives of Bueno Nacho in an attempt to up his future royalty payments. Can I take a message?"

"Not a bad idea Quipless Wonder! More money would actually be—Hey! Don't change the subject! I'm being serious here!"

Ron's attacking half was always there to question his actions. While he always assumed that it was just a safety procedure, he did feel insulted sometimes and honestly grew to despise his thinking half. Never a calming word or an agreeing statement came from the mouth of what Ron always imagined as a sad little man. And while he didn't see himself as crazy or mentally unfit in any way, shape or form, he did wonder how sane somebody can be when they grow to hate a cautionary version of themselves who doesn't even truly exist. "You're always serious."

Ron slid the jersey over his head and ran to the mirror. Pushing a shirt off the top and confronting his sleep-deprived face, Ron attempted to make himself look fantastic for her. He wanted her to look at him and wonder why she hadn't felt the same as he did right now. Ron wanted Kim to run to him and throw her arms around his neck. He wanted to hold Kim in his arms while he kissed her under the full moon and the stars so high in the midnight sky. He wanted to spin in mid-air with her in his arms while rose pedals spun like a cyclone around their forms; keeping them from existing on the same plain as the loveless drones surrounding them on either end.

As Ron ran a comb through his blonde locks, his other self looked on and rolled his eyes. "You're pathetic, you know that? No amount of prepping available in all of time will make her want to touch you."

Ron didn't bother giving him the pleasure of a response. His lifted his arm and began tackling his annoying cowlick. What may have been cute in elementary school simply didn't do in today's society of look-hungry teenagers and lustful wants. He needed to look his best. He needed to look mature. He needed to look ready for commitment.

"So what's the plan then?" Ron saw his angry self pacing the room behind him in the mirror. He silently wondered if he really was psychotic; it seemed like this was the kind of thing that only happens in weird and farfetched sitcoms or animated shows from that kids Mouse-Silhouette channel. "Are you going to show up on your magical chariot, I mean, piece-of-shit scooter and throw rocks up at her window all romantic-like? No, wait! You're going to bring along a boombox and hold it above your head while it blares 'Motorway to Roswell' or something else you consider romantic? And then she's going to come running down the stairs, no, she's going to LEAP from her window and into your arms. Then you will place her on your scooter and drive her to the playground where it all started, where you two will kiss until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard? Hm?" He waited for Ron to answer and saw that he was indeed growing hesitant of moving so fast. "Didn't fucking think so."

Ron stared into his eyes; not His eyes, but his own. He saw a weak, fragile little boy hiding in the body of a teenage world-saver. This was not the man who would win the heart of Kim Possible. He dropped his head and stopped combing over his cowlick. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to show up at her window and expect her to love him? The teen looked back into his eyes.

"So how's about we get back into bed and get some rest. You don't want to go messing up a decade-plus friendship for something as miniscule as a crush."

It was that statement which seemed to revitalize Ron's stamina. He grinned and looked deep inside of himself. This was a decade long friendship and he wasn't going to lose it. Kim was going to see that he was determined with this. She was going to see the earnest emotion and longing in his eyes. She was going to throw her arms around him and never let go. "You know what?" His negative portion looked over. "You can go fuck yourself."

Ron stopped bothering with his cowlick; if she was going to take him, she was going to take him as is. He didn't need to get dressed up for KP. She knew him. She understood him. And if he showed up professing his love in nice clothes but with his same old hair, she would love him no less for it. The teen turned around and grabbed a sweater from off of the floor. After sniffing (it smelled fine), he threw it on and prepared to make the ride to Kim's of his life.

Pushing up on his window, Ron wondered what to do about the protective screen. The answer came with the snap of his fingers and he wondered why he was so stupid sometimes. He had never broken out of his house before and he guessed he knew the answer all along and was just trying to protect his innocence in a way. It didn't matter. Ron swung one leg out the window and looked back at his angry self who was still standing at his doorway, as if he would tell on him if he left the house.

"What if she laughs in your face?"

"She wouldn't do that and I know it. That means you too."

II.

Ron dropped down to the ground below with surprising ease. Maybe all those years of fighting bad guys was finally beginning to pay off. He strode over to his scooter, which was still tipped over from his rushed arrival home earlier that day (he got an A on his math test and was excited to let his parents know). He would have started it right then and there, but Ron mentally slapped himself first for forgetting about his sleeping parents.

"They probably wouldn't approve of my going out this late at night."

So with that, the Stoppable teen began wheeling his scooter into the street. He wanted to make the least amount of noise possible and if that meant his working that much harder to get there, he would gladly push the heavy machine to the end of the block to do it. Luckily, he soon deemed it necessary to only push the two-wheeled vehicle to a spot three houses away from his own.

Ron grabbed the key from his back pocket and slipped it into the ignition. The engine turned over three times and stalled. He turned counterclockwise and tried again. A low groaning and then nothing. Ron began growing impatient as he turned the key back and tried once more. The sound of gears grinding to accomplish nothing in the end filled the street once more.

"Dammit!" Ron kicked the side of his scooter and began wheeling it back home. "Am I the only one who sees what a piece of junk this is?"

As he approached his house, Ron didn't even bother pushing the two-wheeler back into the garage. Dropping it even farther away from the house than it had been before, he soon found himself in a dead run for Kim's house. He was intent on telling her how much he loved her, even if it meant he'd have to run there.

The night was dark above the heads of any and all who walked its streets at the late hour. The sleeping occupants of houses that lined either side of any street to be found in Middleton had no idea in their subconscious states of minimal thought that if they were to look out their windows, they may be able to catch sight of the teenage superhero-sidekick Ron Stoppable running (for his life?) down the middle of the road. His legs hit the asphalt and kicked back up; his veins pumped battery acid and the only thought on his mind was reaching the house of one Kimberly Anne Possible.

Even though he was in an exasperated state of exhaustion previously unknown to him, the widest smile was still plastered on his face. He knew what he was going to say and exactly how it was going to happen. His darker half wasn't too far off when he gave his montage of various romantic chick flick finales. Ron imagined the scene going as such:

III.

The moon basked the earth in a night glow of cosmic proportions. The earth looked so beautiful from where Ron stood and all he could think as he approached the house was how perfect the night was. And there she stood. As if she knew that he was going to be there, or even better: as if she had just come to the same realization and was going to run to Ron's house to profess her love for him. There she stood; her hair flowing delicately in the nighttime breeze, almost ruining the work she had put into it before leaving the house. She wanted to look her best for the man she loved.

With a quick glance at his feet and a grin on his face, Ron would look so cute; it would make her heart explode. She would run down the asphalt driveway and he would run up. The moments leading up to their first kiss would be in slow motion. Like an old episode of Baywatch or some cheesy moment in a romance film, Ron would twist his body from side to side in an overdramatic show of excitement. Kim—in her infinite grace—would appear to be floating to him; like the nun in "The Blues Brothers", only she wouldn't proceed to pulverize him with a ruler.

The two would touch and not need to say anything. The feelings exposed on their chests without a word being uttered. He would put his hand on the back of her head and close his eyes. At the same time, KP would reach her arms out over his shoulders and clamp her eyes shut with a passionate forcefulness that would suggest disgust instead of undying lust. And then their lips would meet. Stars would fall from the sky and every planet in the solar system would inexplicably explode. The slow motion sounds of cars screeching to halts and people around the world gasping as one would fill the nighttime; as if the world had been there to watch their moment of admittedly expected amalgamation.

It would feel so good. It would feel so right. And the moment would never end.

IV.

Caught up in his fantasy, Ron tripped over his own feet and nearly fell flat on his face. Luckily, a near-lifetime of fighting baddies kicked in and he kicked his knee forward; preventing a night-ruining crash of self-indulgence. Ron stood back up straight and assessed his situation. He was currently one block away from the Possible residence. He could either run to the other end of the road, make a left followed by another and run down to her house. OR he could get their quicker.

Ron silently ran into the yard immediately to his left. His feet pounded the earth in a clumsy manner, but it seemed to make no difference; this was a world still sleeping snugly in their beds. They wouldn't notice a boy so hopelessly in love as Ron trudging relatively quietly through their lawns. The grass was wet with dew and the blond could hear his soles beginning to dampen. The squishing sound of wet shoe hitting ground squeaked in his head and seemed loud enough to startle a coma patient.

The teenage lovebird hopped over the fence separating the lawn he currently ran through and the one across the street from Kim's. Landing with aplomb, he continued into the driveway of the sleeping homeowner who owned Ron's current territory. The image of a perfect arrival and a waiting redhead to greet him and kiss him and be with him forever were still playing out before his mind's eye. But the previously buoyant teenager came to a screeching halt when he saw the horror before him. All at once, his dream visions paused and began to crack. The screens they were displayed upon chipped and warped around the corners. A frozen frame of him holding Kim in his arms as their lips explored each other began to stretch. The screen shattered and the pieces fell into an infinite black void before Ron's very eyes.

Kim sat with her back against her father's car in the driveway. She was in her pajamas and had obviously just been woken up. Sitting next to her looking his best was Eric. The pretty new boy who had just moved in weeks ago and taken Kim away from him. The handsome bastard who had simply moved in on his life and grabbed Kim's attention. The homewrecker motherfucker who had all but taken away Ron's previous duties as Kim's right hand man and possible future boyfriend.

Ron's joyous face expecting a "happily ever after" faded to a disconsolate, quivering wreck. The saddened blonde hardly even noticed when his feet fell out from underneath him and he landed on his butt in the wet grass. Even with the dampness of the midnight grass seeping into his butt, he couldn't take his watering eyes away from the sight of the only girl he's ever loved sharing a romantic moment like something out of a movie with someone other than himself.

He could barely make out the conversation going on between the two. As much as he wanted to get up and run back home and cry himself to death, he just couldn't stop himself from staring over at the engaged romantics.

Eric turned away from the sky and looked down at Kim. He didn't tower over her, but he was noticeably taller than her; even when seated. "Isn't it beautiful?" he began. "I sometimes step out of my room downstairs and just sit under the stars. It's like the spinning gases of color and brightness so far away I can never hope to reach a halfway point in traveling to them control a part of me when I see them."

Kim looked up at him and realized that he was using the galaxy and the stars as a metaphor for her. The thought of such a romantic gesture being directed toward her was almost too much for her to bare. As she bit her lower lip, she inched closer to the boy and whisper, "Go on."

Eric smiled and continued. "The stars seem to have this power to just grab your heart and control your every movement the second you are exposed to them." Kim reached her hand over and began drawing circles on Eric's chest as he spoke. "You almost can't bare to look away because if you do, then those blazing balls of light might just disappear. And for such a beautiful thing to leave your vicinity would be a tragedy."

Kim leaned upward and began closing her eyes.

"Oh god," whispered Ron from under the elm tree. "Please don't do this to me."

Eric closed his eyes as well and smiled as he pushed his head (more specifically, his lips) closer to hers.

"I can't take this." Silent tears had been running down his cheeks for the past minute, but Ron just began to notice them. "Please don't do this Kim. Please don't do this to me. Please stop. Please, for the love of god…"

But the moment that should have been his to share with her went to Eric. Eric Whatshisname from Whogivesashit, Nowhere had just taken everything Ron suddenly needed with the snap of his fingers. Eric reached his hand behind Kim's head as their lips touched and the two were lost in bliss. Ron was able to make out the soft sound of her moaning in pleasure. And just as Eric raised his hand to begin exploring the chest region, Ron turned his back to them and slammed up against the other side of the large tree. He opened his mouth and knew that he was going to scream. It was just a reaction to such devastation. Luckily, he had the common sense of reaction time to block his mouth with his arm before he blew his lungs out against his sleeve. All the screaming left him without air and soon enough, he felt the stomach flips that meant he was going to vomit.

He dry-heaved only once before his breakfast, lunch and dinner emptied out onto the grass before him; along with any and all feelings of safety and security in his future with Kim Possible. Right arm feeling weak, Ron collapsed forward and landed face-first just inches away from his pile of failure. Whereas before he had been keeping the tears silent, he now began breathing heavily and letting out split seconds of disgusted, depressed and overall hopeless whimpering.

Without even looking back to see if he had been noticed (which he was sure he hadn't) Ron stood up with his back arched and began stumbling back to the road that would lead him home. A line from the Oasis song "D'You Know What I Mean?" popped into his head: "Don't look back 'cause you know what you might see." Too tired and miserable to bother hopping over the fence, Ron walked around to the other side and began making his way back to the bed where he would flop down and cry himself to sleep.

Upon hitting the asphalt and finding himself standing in the middle of the moon's path of light, Ron looked to the wide range of visible sky and felt like dying. Just minutes before, he had felt high above the world; a young world-saver who was on his way to becoming the happiest man ever to walk the earth, even if it was on his own plain of existence. But with the witnessing of his every need as of now collapsing around him, Ron felt like he was falling down an endless shaft of despair and gloom.

As he dropped his head, he felt an arm around his shoulder. Instead of jumping as was expected, he cocked his head and saw his angry side standing beside him, attempting to console.

"It's gonna be all right."

And with that, a distraught Ron Stoppable began the long walk back with no one to console him but himself.