Thanks so much to those of you who have stuck with me this far. It's about to get a bit darker in the next few chapters. Anyway, Kim Possible and friends belong to Disney. Brad belongs to me!

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Panic. Desperation.

These two emotions clouded Ron's thoughts and fueled his body as he ran. He had no idea how he'd gotten here or why he was running, but he continued to run and run, trying desperately to find what he was looking for. At least he knew he was looking for something. He continued to run in desperation.

Time was running out. Once again, he didn't know how he knew that, but he did so he ran faster still, pain gripping his heart in it's viselike grip.

Finally, when his panic was about to overcome him, he came upon what he was looking for………………………Kim.

And Brad.

Kim and Brad.

Kim in trouble.

Brad causing that trouble.

Kim under Brad.

Brad holding a knife to her throat as he sat atop her and tried to keep pin her down.

Kim struggling desperately to get Brad off of her.

Kim finally managing to push Brad to the ground and jump to her feet, but before she could go anywhere he grabbed her ankle and, pulling it out from under her, slammed her back down to the ground.

"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMM!" Ron heard himself scream as he sprinted, tripping over himself, trying to get to her. Anger was now the emotion that clouded his senses. Boiling white hot fury poured through his veins.

Kim whipped her head towards him, and he saw her eyes light up with hope as she looked at him, "RON! Brad's evil! Ron help m……………," her voice trailed off and her eyes went wide with shock as she looked down. Ron followed her eyes down to her abdomen where blood could be seen soaking through her purple mission shirt and flowing onto the ground. She looked back up, and he followed her gaze once again……….to Brad standing over her………with his knife covered in her blood.

"If I can't have you," Ron saw Brad whisper in her ear as he kneeled over her, "no one can."

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron screamed as he ran faster towards her. She was still alive, just in deep pain. Brad straddled her as he patiently waited for her to die from loss of blood. She continued to struggle, but was quickly losing blood. She got weaker and weaker by the second.

"Get off," he heard her groan weakly.

Right when he was almost upon them………he was only a few yards away…….he could still save her…..he ran smack into someone and toppled over them onto the ground.

He jumped to his feet and tried to start running towards Kim again, but someone held his shoulder in a viselike grip.

He whipped around in anger, wanting to see who the person that was keeping him from saving Kim was, and saw……….

Yori.

That's who had blocked his path and was now holding his shoulder. That's who was keeping him from saving the only girl he would ever love.

"Let go!" he screamed, and tried to wiggle out of her grasp.

"Stoppable-san," Yori said in her Japanese accent, moving between him and Kim, "I need your help. You must come with me."

"I can't!" he cried, looking around her. He saw Kim now struggling weakly as Brad planted a tender kiss on her lips, "Kim needs me!"

"Possible-san will be fine. You must come with me," Yori said calmly.

"Move! Now!" Ron screamed in her face as he looked around her again only to see Kim, unconscious and completely covered in her own blood, being picked up by Brad, "I have to save Kim!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you save Possible-san," Yori explained with a serene expression.

"Why the hell not?" Ron tried shoving her out of the way, but she wouldn't budge.

"Because you belong with me," Yori told him firmly, "and Brad wants Kim for himself anyway. But, oh my, it looks as though he just killed her, doesn't it?"

Ron, still trying desperately to shove her out of the way, saw Kim's limp body in Brad's strong arms. He had one arm behind her knees and the other around her shoulders as he admired her lithe luscious body. Her head was bent back unnaturally and her arms hung limply at her sides. He looked right at Ron with an evil smirk and said, "I always win," before carrying Kim's lifeless body away.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as loud as he'd ever screamed in his life as sobs wracked his body. He felt his whole world, his existence crashing down around him, "KP! KIM! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!"

"Ron!"

"RON!"

"No…….Kim…….sorry…….KIM!"

"Ron, wake-up!" Kim shook him worriedly.

He jerked awake and shot up in bed, "KIM!" he screamed into the dark bedroom.

"Ron, I'm right here," she soothed, "It was just a bad dream."

Tears were pouring out of his eyes as he turned towards her quickly, "KP?"

"Yeah, it's me," Kim sat up with him in the bed, "You're okay. It was only a nightmare."

"Oh my god," he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into an impossibly tight hug, "You're okay. You're fine……..You're here."

"Where else would I be?" she returned the hug as best she could considering she couldn't move her arms.

"Dead……Yori. Brad," he choked as he cried into her hair.

"Ron calm down," she said after a minute in a soothing voice as he sobbed hysterically into her hair, "and tell me what happened."

"I just had the worst dream of my life," Ron admitted as he tightened his hold on her, "I have a really bad feeling about this trip tomorrow."

"Ron, I can't breath," Kim choked out. He instantly released her.

"I'm so sorry!" he looked her over desperately, making sure she was still alive.

"Sssshhhhhh……..it's okay," she laid down and gently placed his head on her chest. His arms wrapped around her waist as his cheek pressed into her collerbone.

"You can tell me all about it in the morning," she whispered to him calmly, " But right now you need to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered back, "I always want you to know that."

"I love you too baby," she cooed as she started running her fingers through his messy blonde hair, "Now get some sleep. I promise I'll be fine."

And with the combination of her chest under his cheek and her fingers in his hair, it wasn't too long before he felt himself drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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They stood outside the airport gate, staring at each other. Ron's suitcases were sitting beside them and Kim gave them a hostile glare. She hated those suitcases. They were visual confirmation that Ron really was getting on that plane……really was leaving her for a month (in case the airport they were currently standing in wasn't enough of a confirmation for her).

Neither one of them said anything. They were both procrastinating the final moment when they would have to say good-bye. They just stared at each other, each with a look of despair on their face. Ron was actually thinking about the dream he'd had the night before. It was still bothering him immensely because he couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was just a bunch of random images in his subconscious strung together………but maybe it meant something. Maybe it foretold of events to come. Or maybe he was about to leave for Yamanouchi and he needed to say goodbye to Kim instead of thinking about his dream. He decided he needed to say something, when Kim did it for him.

"I'm gonna miss you," Kim finally broke the silence with a whisper.

"I'm gonna miss you more," Ron whispered back, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he realized how cliché they must sound, "We sound like the main characters in some cheesy romance movie."

This caused Kim to crack a smile too, "Yeah……but it's true."

"I know," Ron's smile faded as he looked down at her, "Look. I know this goes without saying, but…….be careful, okay? You're the most badical girlfriend ever, and I want to find you still in one piece when I get back."

He'd called Felix and Brick and told them both the sitch. He also asked them to keep a close eye on Brad. Of course, they both agreed. Brick even said he'd make sure Kim and Brad were never alone together. Between Brick, Felix, Monique, Wade, and the rest of the football team, Ron was confident there was no way Brad could get to Kim. Then, why was he still so worried?

Kim scoffed as she waved away his worry with her flick of her wrist, "I'll be fine. Kim Possible, remember?" she reminded pointing to herself.

"Yeah," Ron admitted, one side of his mouth turning up at the corner at her confidence.

There was another long stretch of silence where they got captured in each other's eyes.

"Flight 180 to Tokyo, Japan is now boarding," a smooth unaffected voice announced over the intercom. Their magical moment was broken and reality set in like an unwanted zit.

"You'll call me every day, won't you?" Kim asked.

"Of course, KP. I'm not sure what time though since I'll probably be really busy," he admitted with regret, "Not to mention the time difference."

"I don't care if it's 3:00 in the morning, call me anyway," Kim told him firmly, "I need my daily dose of Ronshine………even if it is over the communicator."

Kim had begged Wade to make Ron his own communicator so they could see each other when they talked during Ron's month at Yamanouchi. He'd finally relented after her use of the Puppy Dog Pout, and worked all night to get one finished. Luckily he had all the parts and software he needed. It was just a matter of putting it together.

"Don't forget to take good care of Rufus," Ron reminded Kim. He knew he needed to stop the meaningless chitchat and cut to the chase, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I won't. I've watched him before, remember?" Kim pointed out.

"Yeah. I know. I'm just really nervous right now. I mean, I have to leave you, Rufus, my parents, Felix, Monique, Brick, Wade……………..," his voice trailed off as he watched her wring her hands together.

"Hey," Kim told him sternly, even though she understood where he was coming from, "We'll survive this month. Just think………you'll get back after I've missed you so much and I'll have all this love bottled up inside me, just waiting for you to get back so I can unload it on you in heaps……..You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that."

This actually got a genuine smile from Ron, "Now we really sound like a cheesy romance movie."

Kim smiled too, although it was a bit more forced.

Then, out of nowhere, she threw herself into his arms. His own arms went around her reflexively. Luckily, their parents had been very understanding when they asked if they could sleep together the night before. Ron explained the sitch to them and they said they had no problem with it as long as they promised nothing inappropriate would go down. So they slept in Ron's bed, and besides some kissing and cuddling, they kept their promise. And just as he'd promised, he had spent every minute since that fateful call in Kim's company, and for some reason, he felt as though it made it that much harder to leave her.

She tightened her hold on him and dug her face into his neck, committing the smell of him, a combination of ivory soap and nacho cheese, to memory.

He in turn, dug his face into her hair, committing the smell of her, a combination of strawberry and lilac, to memory.

They stood like that for forever, content to just hold each other for the time being.

Ron pulled back slightly and raised her chin with his hand. He guided her lips to his and kissed her deeply. It was one of those earth moving, world shattering, soul embracing kisses where you suddenly know that nothing else in the world matters, not money or power or anything, but her (or him, in Kim's case). Somehow he knew right then, that they belonged together. He'd known it before of course, but this kiss just confirmed it beyond a doubt. He never wanted to kiss any girl but her, never wanted to even look at any girl but her ever again. They were like Yin and Yang, day and night, water and fire. Without one the other could never be whole.

"Final call for flight 108 to Tokyo, Japan," the loud voice boomed over the intercom once again. The slowly pulled apart and Ron could tell Kim was holding back tears.

"I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she whispered back.

Then Ron picked up his suitcases and, with one last gentle kiss on Kim's soft lips, headed towards the gate to his plane. He looked back over his shoulder every couple of steps to see Kim's sad face looking longingly back at him. He handed his ticket to the flight attendant reluctantly and, casting one last look in Kim's direction so he could memorize her beautiful face, boarded the plane.

Kim watched as the plane carrying Ron took off for Japan without her. When it was nothing more than a speck in the sky, she walked back to her car, where Monique was waiting to keep her company on the drive home.

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So Ron has finally left, and he's having nightmares about Brad hurting Kim...please leave me a review. I love second opinions!