Normally I try to have a pattern where I update one story then the other, but updates for this were coming easier than the other story I have in progress. Hope y'all don't mind.

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Disclaimer: I'm lazy again. Please see previous chapters…

Previously, on Tara's Tome…

"You still don't understand, do you my dear? You are changing only your past, Tara. Everything else is happening as a result of the changes you have made to your life, and your decisions." Abigail smiled, and Tara happened to notice the old woman seemed to look… younger? There weren't as many wrinkles on her face, and her skin seemed to be more… vibrant. "Now please, continue with your story, my dear. Things are starting to flow along nicely. Go on now… continue to write."

Now Tara was really starting to get nervous. Abigail had been nice up this point, but now she seemed to be getting… pushy. It was almost as if she had a sense of urgency about her. With a nervously shaking hand, the young blonde girl was starting to wonder just what she had gotten herself into.

Tara once again put pen (albeit a shaky pen) to paper, and she was immediately transported back to the story, feeling more like an observer, rather than the writer.

And now the continuation…

Chapter 4

Just as Tara started to write once more, a thought started to germinate inside her head. She started to think that Abigail was not who… or even what… she said she was. The last thing Tara saw was the most confusing, and at the same time, the most terrifying. Abigail was actually starting to look… younger!

For a split second Tara thought that maybe she herself was getting older. She had seen a few episodes of an old vintage show called Twilight Territory, but that was fiction. It wasn't… true, was it? Or could it have been loosely based on some sort of resemblance of truth?

Before the old woman noticed that she hadn't start to write yet, Tara decided to continue with the story and see just where this was all going to go.

After Mr. Barkin's announcement to the cheer squad, Ron was the first to respond. "Kim? Hurt? Tara… we gotta go to the hospital! We've got to see if the two of them are OK!" Ron was near frantic as he almost ran out of the school, gripping onto Tara's hand.

As the two of them strapped on helmets to ride Ron's scooter to the hospital, Tara asked, "Back there you said 'two". Who else…"

"Kim and Rufus, Tara! Who else?" The scooter sputtered, and the rear wheel actually squealed a bit on the pavement, leaving about a two-inch patch of rubber on the asphalt.

Even though they weren't traveling at a high rate of speed, Tara still had to hold on, as Ron was barreling through the streets like a man on a mission. He was dodging cars, pedestrians, and the occasional dog or cat. It took about ten minutes for the couple to eventually arrive at the emergency entrance of the hospital, and Ron literally leaped off the bike, letting it fall after Tara narrowly got out of the way.

Once again on foot, Ron still had a death-like grip on Tara's hand as he went straight to the nurse's desk. "Kim' Possible's room, Please and Thank-you."

"Room 150, but only family can…"

With a serious look on his face, Ron interrupted. "I've been best friends with her since Pre-School. We've literally gown up together for the past sixteen years, and I deeply care for her. If that's not family… then I don't know what is." Without waiting for a response, Ron was once again on the move, dragging Tara behind him.

It only took a few minutes to find the room, and Ron stood at the door, but for a moment, wondering if he should knock. He took a deep breath, and decided to quietly enter the room.

"No…" Quietly came out of his mouth, which sounded like a scream to Tara's ears. Kim lay on the bed with both tubes and wires attached to her, and a doctor was leaning over one of the machines, taking notes.

"Is…" The blond boy took a swallow. "I she going to be… OK?"

The doctor glanced up with an almost irritated look on his face, and then finished writing down his notes. He of course recognized Ron, as the boy had already been in the hospital numerous times before, but usually at the red head's side. Not this… blonde. "She's still in shock. The lower half of her body was literally flash frozen. That's quite a large portion of the body to drop in temperature so quickly. If her little friend there hadn't shut the machine off when he did, I'm afraid Kim Possible would be… downstairs, and not in here."

First Ron looked over to the side of the bed where the doctor had pointed, and there was a sleeping Rufus. Apparently somehow the little guy was able to shut off some sort of freezing machine, keeping Kim from being completely frozen.

Slowly he walked up to the bedside, and gently took Kim's limp hand. All Tara could do was watch as the scene played out in front of her. She was no longer in control of the story, as she was now witnessing the results of her changing the past.

Kim's eyes fluttered open, and they immediately went to the boy beside her. "R… Ron… Rufus s… saved me. He… it took a few tries… but he was able to sh… shut off the giant… cryovator. If… If I don't… make it, there's something I want you… you to know." Kim was then able to motion for Ron to come closer, and he leaned over so he could hear.

After Kim whispered in his ear, Ron stood straight up and turned to look at Tara. His eyes were red, and tears were starting to fall down his cheeks. Before he could say anything, alarms started to go off on various machines, and a number of nurses and other doctors rushed in to the room, pushing both Ron and Tara towards the door. Anne Possible burst into the room, to be followed closely by her husband, but they stood back, holding onto each other while watching the various doctors and nurses working on their daughter.

The sound of a defibrillator could be heard charging, and then a loud voice called out, "Clear!" This repeated two more times, and then everyone was standing still, heads dropped, around Kim's bed. Weeping could be heard.

Ron was holding tight onto Tara, staying off to one side so both could see what was happening. He leaned in to his girlfriend, and with a bit of difficulty in his voice, he whispered into Tara's ear. "Kim told me that… that she loved me."

Before a shocked Tara could say anything in response, Anne, Kim's Mother, turned towards the young couple. Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face, but her voice sounded strong… almost dangerous. "You… you should have been there. She… trusted you Ronald. I… WE… trusted you to… to keep my baby safe. But you had to… to be with… with her." The disdain in Anne's voice on the last word was undeniable, and downright accusing. The icy glare from those blue eyes had never been so…furious.

The Possible matriarch stepped up in front of Tara, who wished she could be anywhere but here. Anything resembling a caring doctor was now gone from Anne Possible. Now she was a mother… a mother who had just lost a child. Her voice shook with both anger and sorrow. "You kept Ronald from going on the mission, didn't you? You just had to be with him… didn't you?" Anne stepped forward, forcing Tara to back against the wall.

"Because of Ronald not going on this mission… our daughter is DEAD!" She then looked at Ron, who was expecting some sort of reprimand as well. Instead, Anne took him into a fierce hug. "I don't blame you for Kim's… death, Ronald. You just weren't there. If you had been, my Kimmie would still be alive. I place full blame on the one person who kept you from doing this."

Anne then released Ron from the hug, and walked up in front of Tara. "You… are directly responsible… and I will NEVER forgive you!" Anne raised an open hand, looking like she was about to strike the young blonde, but then stopped her self. She then turned and walked into her husband's arms and burst out crying.

"I… I'm sorry… I really am! Please, believe me!" Tara said with a mix of fear, and her own sorrow. She did not at all expect this to happen. She had to fix this… if there was only a way to…

Tara was finally able to pull the pen away from the page she had been writing on, and she was breathing hard. Immediately she felt tears running down her cheeks as the emotions of the scene still had a grip on her heart, which seemed to be beating a mile a minute.

She raised her eyes to look at the old lady, but Abigail was no longer old! She appeared to be a vibrant, young woman, no older than she was! Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back with a huge smile on her face. Tara heard this… new version of Abigail say one long stretched out word… "Yyyyeeeessssss…"

To be concluded…

No comments, I'll just let the end sink in a bit. I only hope none of you come after me with pitchforks and flaming torches…