Intralogue

The reporter could hardly keep the tears out of her eyes.

"Oh, that's just so beautiful!", she said.

"Yes, it is.", Kim whispered, mostly to herself. Her eyes were closed, trying to keep from crying every time she relived those two days in her mind. Even now she was still a little uncomfortable remembering them despite the fact it was one of the greatest things that ever happened to Kim and Ron. It really was the most awesome moment of her life. It gave her such a sense of peace, of purpose, and of love, even now when she just wasn't feeling good. Another spasm came on and she groaned.

Misinterpreting her moaning, her mother looked up from her reading, "Now, Kimmie, you know that's a beautiful story."

"Yeah, mom, I know. I'm just not in the mood right now."

"Those ribs still bothering you between the... ...spasms?"

"Uh-huh", she said, as another one hit her. Her ribs would always be a little sore now from those old injuries. They waited until it passed.

"Well,", said her mother, smirking and changing the subject, "at least Ron never pulled that 'stunt' again."

"Yeah, he knew what I'd do to him!", she muttered, laughing to herself. Ron was a smarter guy now. He knew better.

The reporter cued on that, "So things were really going well between you two after that?"

She grinned at the thought, "Oh yeah. I was such a bonehead. Didn't see what I had, until I almost lost it. Ron always said that. 'You don't know what you have until you lose it'."

"You had mentioned that was going to be the last mission you would ever do as 'Kim Possible, World Saving Teen-age Hero'."

"Yes.", Kim said quietly, smiling widely, "It still took me a while, but I finally understood. I couldn't understand how I could do both, you see. Save the world, and be a wife and partner to Ron, and keep him safe as well."

"Because you couldn't do your job if he couldn't, you know, 'step up to the plate'?.

Kim smiled briefly, "I couldn't worry both about him and the mission. That would be a recipe for tragedy, eventually."

"But clearly he proved you wrong. Didn't he? He proved himself in combat, of being able to make the hard decisions, and more importantly succeeding when he had to."

Kim bit down on her lower lip, replying, "But not in my mind."

"So you made the decision to retire. Just go back a normal life with your boyfriend."

"Well...", Kim said musingly, "That was the thought then... ...but obviously it all worked out. "

The reporter grinned, changing subject, "On another note, I understand the senior prom was somewhat anti-climactic."

"As far as the dance was concerned?", Kim exclaimed, "Phew! I didn't mind! True, I had a leg cast on, and Ron was in a wheelchair temporarily, but I completed all the work and the decorations with help. Everyone there had a good time, and Ron was still able to ask me to dance. Even Bonnie Rockwaller had a good time. At least until she just started gloating how Ron and I wouldn't be able to dance.", she grumbled.

"Well, obviously that wasn't the case."

Kim chuckled, "Yeah, but we did look pretty funny whirling around in that wheelchair. It was cool though."

"But that was the most dangerous mission you ever experienced.", the reported said seriously then, "You and Mr. Stoppable came through that so successfully. It's a great story. It's the perfect ending."

"Not quite."

"Oh? What happened after that?"

Kim looked at her smiling, her eyes glistening, remembering.

She replied softly, "Even more miracles..."