Chapter I: Forgiveness

Kim Possible was packing for her trip when her mother called from below. Monique was supposed to meet her and the two of them were going on a road trip. They were planning it for months and had been putting off since GJ kept interrupting.

And this time, she was ordered by Dr. Director to take a vacation. And she knew this was her only chance for an uninterrupted vacation.

"Hey girl! Are you ready?" Monique entered her room with a bright smile. Kim returned her smile as she packed her last bag.

"Almost," Kim said happily. "I can't believe I'm finally getting a vacation."

"I hear you, girl," Monique nodded as she sat on Kim's bed. "And GJ promised not to ring you on this one."

"I hope not," Kim smirked. "Even if they did, I'm not at home."

"You go girl!" Monique said enthusiastically. "Nothing but the open road and clear skies. And boys!"

"Boys?" Kim's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What boys?"

"You know, boys! Boys that'll help you forget about..." Monique suddenly clamped her mouth shut and looked apologetically at Kim.

"I'm not going to replace him even forget about him, Monique," Kim sighed as she went to her desk and took out a picture of them together. "I mean, it's not his fault that we're apart."

"Maybe, but it's his fault for being so thick," Monique said but without much venom. "Did he even call? Write you a letter? I didn't think so."

"Monique..." Kim looked at her friend, whom she knew was only looking out for her.

"Okay... Okay," Monique raised her arms in surrender. "I'll only forgive him for hurting you like this if, and only if, he knocks at that door in the next... five minutes."

"That's not fair," Kim smiled, still looking at the picture. "I doubt..."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Kim blinked in surprise, looking at Monique questioningly. Monique had the same look of disbelieving surprise, it was like fate had chosen that moment to show her hand.

Warily, Kim walked towards the front door briskly, trying not to cling to hope. Monique followed her, curious as well as to whom it was.

Taking a deep breath, Kim opened the door.

"What took you so long?" Jim and Tim asked in unison as they carried a large box into the house. Deflated, Kim couldn't keep the tears back. She sobbed as she fell to her knees, all hope shattered within her as she hugged the picture of her and Ron close to her heart. The tweebs were surprised by this. Whatever caused their sister to break down like that?

"She was expecting someone else," Monique said as she knelt beside her friend and comforted her. Seeing the sad look in her eyes, the twins wished that they were anywhere else. At fourteen years old, they were beginning to realize the life a normal teenager had, and they hated seeing girls cry, especially if they were the ones who caused it.

"We're sorry," the twins spoke. "This thing's just too heavy and we had someone else press the doorbell for us."

"KP?" a soft, caring and wary voice called to her. Kim could have sworn that her heart stopped beating. Did someone call her KP? There's only one person in the world who called her that. Looking up, she swallowed when she saw him.

"Ron?" slowly, Kim stood and walked towards him. She reached out, seeing, testing if he was real. And, throwing caution, doubt and everything else into the wind, she locked her arms around him and buried her head on his chest.

Kim felt Ron ease up. She didn't know that meeting her had him all tensed up. Finally able to move, Ron wrapped his arms around her, his right hand resting on her head.

The weight of his emotions crashed with the hug. Before Ron arrive to the Possible home, the steeled himself for whatever was going to happen. He forgot that Kim had a profound effect on him. He could never stay angry with her.

He loved her with all his soul and heart.

"Kim..." raw emotion filled his voice as he tried to tell her what he came to say. Kim pulled back and looked into his eyes. She placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

"Before that," Kim took a step back, making Ron reluctantly remove his hands from her. Puzzled, Ron looked at Kim with such pain that she knew she would regret what she was going to do.

"I'm sorry," Kim said. Ron was about to argue about the apology when suddenly, Kim's fist flew and struck him on the face, knocking him down.

And everything went dark for Ron.

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Middleton Mall was jammed pack with shoppers since they held their quarterly 3-day sale. Everyone wanted to go and Shego was no exception.

In her day clothes, that consisted of a tight halter and black miniskirt, she exited the Mall with her haul.

Carrying a lot of bags from her excursion, she made her way towards her new car. She had finally convinced Dr. Drakken to assign her the Fairlady. Dr. Drakken finally agreed after a few heated words, and glowing hands, that Shego was the best operative to pilot the vehicle.

Suddenly, Shego stumbled and was about to fall when a strong arm prevented her from embarrassing herself.

"Thanks," Shego said in annoyance and gratefulness. At least she had her dignity intact. She also noticed the her savior's arm was holding her steady by her midriff and then she felt her bags lightened as she realized that he was holding her bags for her.

"Are you all right?" the man said. Shego blinked as she looked at him and was mesmerized by the concerned violet eyes that bore into her.

"Fine," Shego tried to be haughty but failed. The man smiled as he helped her balanced. Shego got a good look at him. He was taller than her, about six foot one, judging by the firmness of his arm, where she had touched to regain her balance, he worked out. He had dark brown wavy hair that was well trimmed.

Shego actually blushed as she looked away from him.

"Please, let me," he said and took her bags from her grasp.

"I can manage," she replied but made no move to get them.

"But it's ungentlemanly for me to leave a lady in distress," he said smiling.

"I just tripped," Shego's eyebrows furrowed making the man laugh.

"Nevertheless, I am at your service," he bowed gracefully that she knew that it was an overacting. Shego smiled and led the way to her car.

The man followed, admiring her from behind. Shego felt his eyes wander, taking in the sights. Shego relaxed then, he was a typical male then. Typical males, she could handle.

As the reached her car, codenamed Manta, she pressed unlock on her keychain and the alarm was deactivated. Before she could open the door, he was already there, opening the door for her.

"Thanks," she said giving him a warm smile. She then helped him with her bags and placed them by the driver side. When all the bags are in, he helped her to her seat and closed the door.

"You're all set, My Lady," he bowed and started to leave.

"Now that's rude," Shego found herself saying. "I haven't given you leave." Intrigued, the man turned to face her and smiled genuinely.

"But My Lady's safe and my duty is done," he said teasingly.

"Then, fine Sir, shall I ever see my champion again?" she played along, adding to their amusement.

"One can only hope," he said and bowed again. "Fare thee well," with that, he was gone. Shego followed him with her gaze until she no longer saw him and she shook her head.

"What an unusual man," she said and started her car, secretly wishing that she would see him again.

The man watched Shego's violet Fairlady exit the parking lot and vanish around the corner. He sighed as he did.

It was ungentlemanly of him to admire her sexy back while he helped her. In his mind, he was taking advantage of her.

He walked towards his car and smiled as he saw it. He had just finished final adjustments on his car the day before and was breaking it in.

He marveled at the shiny, black finish and red and white strips on its body. His 2003 Chevrolet Corvette was his prized creation. He had spent more time on it than any other vehicle he had designed for his Organization.

It was his own... his blood... his sweat...

His Raven.

Opening the doors, which opened down horizontally, he entered the car and started the motor.

He still needed to work on the other vehicles and also keep his day job.

But keeping his day job was easier than his project.

Before he shifted the car into gear, he cursed.

He had forgotten to ask his Lady her name.

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Ron Stoppable stirred awake. He opened his eyes and saw the concerned, green eyes watching him. He immediately got up, entering a defensive pose when he realized where he was.

He was in Kim's room and Kim was looking at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ron," she said sincerely that made him relax a bit. "I didn't know why I did that." Ron smiled as he inched his way towards her.

"Probably because I've got a thick skull," he laughed softly as he warily stood beside her. "Have you gotten all of that out?" Kim never expected his understanding. It was like he knew she was going to hit and didn't do anything to stop her. It was like he though he deserved it. That stung her more that she could have imagined.

Then, without warning, Kim rushed up and hugged him for all his worth. Ron tensed, expecting another blow but Kim smiled and reassured him.

"Relax Ron," she said. "I'm not going to hit you again."

"Just suffocate me," Ron gasped. "KP! Air!" realizing that she had overdone it, she relaxed her grip.

"Ron... there something I need to say..."

"Don't," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "We both regret it, right?"

"Right," Kim melted into his arms as her breathing slowed.

"We need to trust each other again, right?" he asked.

"I never stopped trusting you," Kim said softly. Ron took a deep breath to gather his courage.

"I almost did," Ron said, his voice trembling.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"No Kim. I'm sorry."

"If you guys keep apologizing to each other, you'd be here for a long time," a voce broke their moment and Ron groaned as he looked up to see who it was.

"Hey Felix," Ron said to his annoyance.

"At least you're still in one piece, Ronman," Felix said as he walked into the room. "I think I struck out with that woman."

"What woman," Kim said when she realized something important. Felix was standing and walked into her room. Her mouth was gaping as she saw him. "Felix?"

"Hi, Kim. Long time," he said, smiling at her surprise. "Nice, huh?" he turned around, showing her his legs.

"How?"

"He had an operation," Ron said as he released Kim and walked towards his friend.

"Yeah," Felix patted his leg. "Though I need the help of this exoskeleton for a while until my muscles could support my weight."

"That's terrific," Kim was happy for him. But she noticed the sadness in his eyes. Something happened, she could tell.

"For all the good it did me," Felix mumbled and gave Kim a smile. "Listen, I'd better go since Ron'll be okay for a while."

"I'm sorry I dragged you here, Felix," Ron said, sad for his friend.

"No big," he said. "I had to know sooner or later. Oh, and by the way, I think that woman's pissed at you for some reason."

"I'm thinking she took it all on you," Ron cringed at the sad smile Felix had.

"We can't have everything we want," Felix said and waved at Kim. "See you, Kim," before she could say anything, he was gone.

Ron had a pained expression that made Kim's heart ache. He walked towards the window and watched his friend viciously throw away a bouquet of crumpled roses and walked towards his green motorcycle. Felix then hoped on his bike and rubbed his eyes. Ron knew he was hurting, he was hurting bad.

Felix then wore his sunglasses and started the bike. Revving the motor loudly, Ron could hear Felix's heart shout with the engine. He then pealed out, leaving a trail of smoke and tire tracks in his wake.

Kim saw it.

She couldn't figure out whom the flowers were for. Earlier, when the tweebs helped her carry Ron inside the house, she didn't notice Felix but noticed the flowers that were for her from Ron. If Felix had another set of roses, who were they for?

"He had a crush on her since high school," Ron said, answering the unspoken question. "Felix was brave but not brave enough to tell her how he felt. He just gathered enough courage to tell her and I think... never mind."

"Who did he have a crush on?" Kim asked but Ron smiled softly.

"Forget it Kim. He needs to be alone for now," before Kim could protest, Monique entered the room.

"We're canceling our trip, right?" Monique said, her hands on her hips.

"Oh geez," Ron said, scratching his head. "I've interrupted your vacation. Please, go on ahead."

"But Ron..." Kim was reluctant to part with him.

"It's okay, KP," Ron smiled as he took her hand. "I'm staying in Tri City. I'll be here when you get back." Ron walked towards the front door and Kim followed.

"You won't disappear?" Kim asked as he opened the door.

"Not anymore," Ron said as he waved at her and walked towards the driveway. But when she saw the car Ron had gotten into, she froze. She must have been hallucinating when she was in the plane.

On its doors and hood were lightning stickers over a violet grid. The spoiler also had a violet grid though the spoiler itself was colored black. When Ron opened the door, it opened up like a wing.

Never in her life she would have expected Ron to be driving such a car.

Ron was driving a 2000 model Red Chevrolet Camaro.

(end of 1)

A/n: I'm updating the vehicle's designs, using current models in exchange of the older models though there are some that would not be changed.