A/N: Well, here we are, half way point. Neat huh?

You know the mouse? Yeah, well, he owns Kim Possible and everything associated with it. And he ain't sellin.

Thanks to CajunBear73, Pharaoh Rutin Tutin, Captain IT, kim's 1 fan, Samurai Crunchbird, snakeboy33, the writing team of JAKT, LTAOZFAN, and Sir Sebastian for their reviews.

Another special thanks to cpneb, who let me bounce an idea off of him for this chapter.

8 Nights

Fourth Night

"Remind me to thank Wade for uploading some of our favorite movies into my Kimmunicator," Ron said, as he and Kim finished watching "Back to the Future". Reading had gotten old, fast, so they huddled together in "Sleep Mode" position and figured out that watching a movie would be a good way to kill some time before Wade activated their sleep chips.

"Oh, that boy's got some 'splainin' to do, so you'll have to wait until I get done with him," Kim said, then grabbed her stomach and let out a hiss of pain.

"Ya know Kim, once we get out of here, you're going to have to see a doctor, I don't think that those are hunger pains."

"Oh, thank you Dr. Stoppable," Kim hissed at him with pure venom.

Ron took her lashing out, minor as it was, in stride. He knew that mood swings were part of being pregnant, so he didn't take to much to heart. Plus it was also the fourth night of this wretched Hanukkah, so he couldn't let a little outburst from his hormonal wife get to him. But he was very worried about her. She had been having these pains since the second day they were trapped in the cave, and it didn't seem like they were slowing down at all.

Looking away from her husband, who she was now tweeked at (How dare he tell her what was going on with her body), she noticed that night had fallen. Pulling out her laser lipstick, she fired it at the log, and it was soon awash in warming flames. As the warming glow of the flames came over her, she completely forgot about her anger towards Ron.

Kim cuddled up to Ron, now just wanting to get closer to him. Yeah, he stunk, but so did she. Four days without a bath will do that. No matter, she was with Ron, and that was important. At least they weren't doing anything to stressful, like competing in "The Amazing Race."

Ron smiled down at Kim as she moved in closer to him. As he put his arm around her, he looked up at the remainder of the rock slide. It was as if he was looking for the best place to launch an attack, as if all he had to do was turn on his Mystical Monkey Power and blast he and Kim out of there. Ron quickly squashed that idea, because even if he did manage to bust through the rocks, there would be no way of telling where the debris would fly off to. Instead, he just opted to quietly sit with Kim and wait for rescue.

Before long, the sleep chips kicked in to gear, which was evident by Ron letting out a large yawn, which his wife copied. They closed their eyes, and were soon fast asleep.

XXX

Ron ran over to a short, slightly chubby black man with grey hair that reminded him of Einstein. "Doc! I have to tell you something! The night I go back!" There was a streak of lighting and a loud thunderclap. A tree had fallen down across a line that the Doc had set up.

Dr. Emmett Load gasped and ran over to survey the damage, quickly followed by Ron. Up at the top of the clock tower, a plug had come undone and half of it was laying down at their feet. "Ronnie, when I get to the top of the clock tower, I'll lower you down a rope, tie this end to it and I'll pull it up!" Doc shouted and made a break for the clock tower.

Ron just stood their flabbergasted. He had come too far, and he did not what to be trapped in 1975. As soon as Doc lowered the rope, Ron quickly tied the end to it and started feeding the end up to him. Once it was up at the top, Ron cupped his hands over his mouth and started shouting to again. "Doc! On the night I go back! You get…" However, another thunderclap drowned out the rest of what Ron had to say.

Doc looked down at Ron and shouted at him. "Get to the time machine! Go!" he screamed and started pointing down the street. He was going to get Ron home, even if it killed him. If it did kill him, then it would create a time paradox, which could rupture the very fabric of the Space-Time continuum; that would be a great way to ruin your day.

Ron ran to the DeLorian and climbed in, over taken by the dramatic drop in sound about him. "Damnit Doc, why did you have to tear up the letter," Ron said. "If only I had more time…wait a minute, I've got all the time I want! I'm in a time machine! Okay, I'll just go back a few minutes early. Five minutes should do it." Ron reached over and tapped a few buttons on the time circuit control panel. The alarm clock on top of the dashboard, which Doc had set up to let Ron know when he should start, went off.

The teen gave a once over on the time machine. "Time Circuits, on. Flux Capacitor, fluxing." Ron turned the key in the ignition, only to be greeted with a worn out starting sound. "Oh no, not now," Ron said and tried again. Again, the engine just wouldn't turn over. Ron tried and tried, pumping the gas every now and then, with still no luck. "Damnit," he said and dropped his head down onto the steering wheel. As if by sheer luck, the DeLorian started up. "Badical!" Ron shouted and slammed the transmission into gear and took off.

At the same time, Doc Load was having troubles of his own. He had dropped the plug that Ron had fed up to him, and it was now hanging off his pants leg. Also, he was hanging on for dear life to the clock face, which ticked away its steady measure of time. With great effort, and a little stretching and bending, Doc was able to get the plug into his hands. He jerked the cord upwards to its mate, only to be stopped short. He jerked on it several more times before he realized that there was a fallen tree branch preventing him from making a final connection. Frustrated, Doc gave one final tug of the cord. It went far enough up this time. Looking down again, he saw why. The plug on the other end, one attached to a light post, had come undone.

Ever determined, Doc looped a coil of wire across the cord and jumped off the clock face, sliding down to the street. Moving quickly, he ran over to the fallen tree branch and pushed it out of the way, then made his way to the street light. His timing could not have been any more perfect. Just as he connected the plugs, lightning struck the clock tower, sending the electricity down the cords.

While that happened, the DeLorian sped by him, caught the wire with its hook, and the Flux Capacitor was given a full charge. The time circuits activated, and the time machine was hurled forward in time, leaving a trail of fire behind it. A brilliant flash of light later, and Ron found himself back in 2005 Middleton.

Ron climbed out of the DeLorian and looked around. "It looks great, it all looks great." After another look around, he realized that he still had to keep Doc from getting killed. He took off running as fast as he could. It was a race against time and Ron was determined to win.

Ron came to a halt right behind the sign for Middleton Lone Pine mall. The marquis for it read "One is the loneliest number we do!" Hidden from view, Ron tried to catch his watched with horror Doc getting shot by Al-Qaeda members once again. He heard himself scream "Bastards!" and then lead the terrorists on a car chase through the mall's parking lot.

Ron, the one that just came back from 1975, realizing that the coast was clear, sprinted towards the body of his fallen friend. He collapsed onto his backside and started crying, wishing that he could have done more. As he sat there crying, he didn't realize that Doc opened up his eyes. However, Ron did look over when Doc started to sit up.

"Hey, you're, you're alive," Ron said and reached up to wipe his nose with the top part of his wrist. Doc pulled aside his radiation suit and showed Ron that he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

"How did you know? I never got a chance to…" Ron asked.

Doc pulled out a taped up letter from his coat pocket and showed it to Ron. Ron looked at it stunned, and then managed to work some words out of his throat. Important words. Okay, it was a question. "About all that stuff with the space-time continuum?"

Doc shrugged his shoulders, "I figured, what the hell?"

The DeLorian pulled into the McStoppable's drive-way and Ron got out. He looked over at his long time friend with a smile on his face.

"So, where are you off to now?" He asked.

"I figured thirty years in the future. It's a nice round number." Doc replied.

"Well, look me up then, I guess I'll be around forty. Oh, and watch that reentry, it can get a little bumpy."

"Will do."

Ron shut the door to the time machine and watched as Doc backed out of the drive-way and took off. He raised his hand up to shield his eyes from the bright flash of light.

The next morning, Ron woke up and walked out to the living room.

"Morning Ronnie, what, did you sleep in your clothes again?" his sister, Han, asked.

"Uh, yeah, I, I guess I did," Ron stammered out. This his eyes bugged out. His house, it was, nice. It was actually a nice house! As Ron was looking about, his mom and dad came through the front door, talking about tennis or something or other.

"Why hello Ronnie! Isn't tonight the big camping trip with Kim? I really like her Ronnie." his mom asked.

"Mom, I, though we talked about this, how can I go camping, the car was destroyed."

"What? When did this happen!" His dad stated and then led the family to the front door.

"See, Biff's waxing it now. Now Biff, remember, two coats this time," George McStoppable said.

"Just finishing up the second coat now, Mr. McStoppable," Biff said.

"Now Biff…" George said.

"Just kidding, just kidding, I'm starting the second coat now," Biff said, realizing he was caught.

George walked away from the door, "That Biff, always pulling something, even back in high school,"

"Well, if it wasn't for him," Loraine, George's wife, started, "Then we never would have met."

"Mr. McStoppable! Mr. McStoppable! A box came for you, I think its your novel!" Biff exclaimed, bursting through the front door.

"Oh dear, your first novel," Loraine said as George started handing out books to his family members.

Ron looked down at the book and realized it was the title to the story his dad was working on back in high school. Off in the distance, he could hear his dad say, "Ya know, like I always say, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."

Ron slowly took in the changes that he had caused and walked out to see if the front yard had a different look to it. Before he could notice anything, Biff, who came out of the house, rushed up to him.

"Here are your keys, Ronnie, she's all waxed up and ready to go."

"Keys?" Ron asked and walked over to the garage, opening it up and revealing a Toyota truck that yesterday, (at least, he thought it was yesterday) he had talked to Kim about after school. While he was looking at his truck, he didn't hear Kim come up behind him until she spoke up.

"Morning Tiger," she said.

"Kim!" He shouted and rushed over to her, taking her into his arms.

"What's wrong Ronnie, you act like you haven't seen me in a week," Kim said, a little bit confused.

"I haven't…" Ron stammered out, before a bright flash of light and an explosion caught their eyes and ears. The DeLorian pulled into the drive-way and Doc Load stepped out.

"Marty! You've got to come with me!" Doc shouted as he went over to the trash can, pulling out a various assortment of garbage and then returning to the DeLorian, popping the top off of what was labeled, "Mr. Fusion" and dumping the trash into it.

"Doc? Hey, Kim just got here, we're going to take the truck for a spin, what's wrong?"

"Bring her along, it concerns her too!" Doc said and shut the lid to Mr. Fusion and walked over to Ron and Kim.

Ron waved his hand in front of the opaque silver sunglasses Doc was wearing, "What, do we become assholes or something?"

Doc lifted up his glasses, "No Ronnie, its your kids, something's got to be done about your kids?"

"Our kids?" Ron asked as he and Kim got into the DeLorian, followed by Doc, who pulled out of the drive-way and backed up. "Hey Doc, you better back up a bit more, we don't have enough road to make it up to 88 miles per hour."

"Roads? Where we're going, we don't need, roads." Doc said and shifted his glasses down in front of his eyes.

The DeLorian raised into the air and shot into the sky, vanishing with the now familiar blast and bright light.

XXX

Ron opened up his eyes and rubbed them with the heal of his palm. "Man, what a weird dream," he said to himself and looked around. The fire from the log was still glowing brightly, and he could tell that it was still dark outside.

"Sorry Ron, I didn't mean to shut off your sleep chip," Wade's voice said from the Ronunicator. "Reactivating now."

"No problem Wade," Ron said with a yawn, a few seconds later, he was back to sleep.

XXX

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us to kindle the Hanukkah lights.

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who performed wondrous deeds for our ancestors, in those days, at this moment.

- Hanukkah blessings of the fourth night

A/N: Well, four down, four to go. I know this chapter wasn't as heart warming as the others were, but I thought I'd take a break from that for a little bit, but don't worry, there is plenty more coming up. Oh, by the way, MGM/Universal owns Back to the Future. They ain't sellin either.

And don't forget Ran's Three R's: Read, Review, Responce.