A/N: Having re-watched the series finale, I noticed that Bueno Nacho was in fact shown being destroyed, yet in my story, I stated that the parking lot had been destroyed. The main building is clearly destroyed in the early section of part 2. Oh, well, I hadn't noticed that when I wrote that chapter, and it's not important enough to change. Meh, what are you going to do? It doesn't really matter. It wasn't an important plot point.

Also, I'm sorry this one took so long. I had a case of minor writer's block, which was then aggravated by the World of Warcraft 10 day free trial. Then that was aggravated further when I got hit by a plot bunny inspired by one of the quests from WOW. In all honesty, you should consider yourselves lucky I got this chapter out at all prior to the trial expiring. Luckily, the next couple of chapters should be easier.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Kim Possible. Disney does. As for themes from any other works of fiction, I don't own them either. I don't own any fictional material period.

The Prometheus Files Chapter 21: All the News

John was annoyed. Usually, he took everything in stride, but this was getting to him. It didn't help that he hadn't slept in almost a month. This latest joker that had popped up was not only an utter weakling with an incredibly high opinion of herself, but had one of the most obnoxious voices John had ever heard. And John didn't even know the bitch's name.

"Come on, is that the best you can do? Ha, ha, ha! How did someone so weak get to such a high position?! Killing you and then them will be a walk in the park!" the woman taunted.

"The best I can do? Not even close. I'll admit one thing though. You are genuinely annoying. You're not strong enough to represent a real threat, but your attitude, your voice…. If I didn't know I'd say you were related to Bon… well, let's not go there, okay? Though, with the idiocy of your plan, combined with you actually thinking you're a match for me, it seems likely. You want the best I can do? I'd be happy to go all out to end this fight. The few spectators all ran away already, the authorities will be here soon, and they are about to walk out the door. And I'd much rather they see a crater than the two of us fighting. Any last requests?"

"How about you check your 'tude and get over yourself?"

"God, you really must be related to her somehow. Stupidity, attitude, and all. I mean, for crying out loud, what would killing them outside of the window accomplish anyway? Nothing, that's what! And a weakling like you thinking you're a match for me in a one-on-one fight? That's too stupid to be funny. Die."

A moment later John surveyed the crater that he had just created. Across the street, he saw a limo pull up to a restaurant. After a moment, a chirp emanated from his belt.

"Damn, the bitch actually managed to land a hit on my EDF. She really was annoying. I'll have to fix it right now." John quickly looked around. "At least there aren't any security cameras left in the area."

Sensing something, John quickly snapped his head around and spun ninety degrees. "Damn, who's watching Killigan? God damn it, I can only go so long without sleep. I'll have to deal with this, and then, then I'm going to sleep for a week."

John trudged off toward the north before Kim and Ron came out of the restaurant.

The Possible household was in an, interesting, state to say the least. Jim and Tim had been surfing the net when they picked up on a major story forming in Paris, France. It took the twins approximately ten seconds to get the news site pulled up on their own Kimmunicators and down to their mother and father. After a few moments, the two geniuses had confirmed the news by way of multiple other sites.

"Well, I'm certainly happy for them, and judging by the look on Kim's face, she's back to her old self. But what possessed Ron to propose under circumstances like this?" James wondered aloud.

"Well, honey, we knew that Ron was going to propose soon. As for why he did it then, I don't know. But I'm glad. After all, it seems as though it's brought back the Kimmy we know and love."

"Knowing Ron,…"

"…which we have our entire lives,…"

"…he probably blurted something out accidentally…"

"…and then worked up a rare moment of courage to ask her!" Jim and Tim stated.

Anne and James smiled at each other and then at the boys.

"They're probably right dear."

"Yes, that would be like him. But I still can't think of a better man for my Kimmie-cub."

"Of course we're right, we're…"

"…geniuses. But more importantly,…"

"…how did you know that Ron…"

"…was going to propose?"

"Oh, Ron came by a while ago and asked for permission," James stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ohh," the twins replied in unison. They were having a hard time believing that Ron would do anything so formal. They could barely believe how formal he was when he proposed.

The limo ride to the airport was uneventful. After they boarded the private plane, Ron sat down on the couch, closed his eyes and leaned back, intending to get some shut-eye. After only a moment, he felt a warm body sit down next to him and lean against his torso. Kim snuggled into Ron's shoulder and snaked her arm behind his neck, while placing her other arm on his chest. Ron responded in kind by resting his arm around the back of her head and taking the hand she had on his chest into his own. Content with their current positions, Team Possible drifted into a most peaceful sleep.

Kim and Ron once again found themselves in a dreamscape in which they had no control. Ron was much quicker to establish a telepathic connection this time.

"Oh great, I'm finally feeling better, and now we get more bad news,"Kim groaned in her thoughts.

"KP, we don't know that they'll all be bad news. Okay, all of them so far have been, but still," Ron thought back.

"No 'They're just dreams' line, Ron?"

"When we wake up, I'll get back to you on that."

The two noticed that they were very, very old. They were walking down a hallway toward a kitchen. Ron went and got some lemonade out of a fridge, while Kim got glasses down out of a cabinet. They both went into the living room, and Kim adjusted a plaque on the wall. This plaque had a photograph of them standing side by side holding hands. They were dressed in their mission outfits, but were very old, though not as old as they were now. The writing at the bottom of the plaque stated, "You broke the century mark and you can still kick anyone's butt! Team Possible Forever." It was signed by many people.

Their attention was pulled away from the plaque as a little girl ran up to a glass sliding door, opened it with a bang, and yelled, "Great-Grandma! Great-Grandpa!"

Suddenly time seemed to slow to a halt, and then began moving backwards. The rate at which timed moved in reverse rapidly accelerated, to the point that all they could see was a blur of light. Eventually, it seemed to slow, then stop, and then started moving forward again. They were now their current ages. They were looking at a variety of mannequins wearing wedding gowns. Before either of them could get a good look at their surroundings, they woke up.

"Ok, KP. You can't say any of that was bad news. We were over a hundred years old, and still in excellent shape. And we had great-grandchildren. Then we saw ourselves shopping for a wedding dress," Ron said jubilantly as he sat up.

"I'll admit that that one was good. Though I'm left wondering about the implications of the time-warp-thing," Kim responded hesitantly as she also sat up on the couch. A moment later she continued, "But, I think that these dreams probably will come true. I wasn't going to tell you about this Ron, but the night before we went to Global Justice HQ, I had a dream about us. In it, we were having dinner in Paris. You proposed to me. I accepted. When I think about it now, the events in Paris played out the exact way they did in my dream. So, I think that at least the good ones will come true." Kim leaned in and gave Ron a kiss.

"Kim, I hate to say it, but I think the bad ones will as well. That night before we went to GJ HQ, remember I said I had a nightmare? Well, the events in Dementor's lab happened the exact way they did in my nightmare. If only I realized that sooner, you wouldn't have had to…"

"Ron, is that why you were saying that it's your fault that I killed Dementor?" Kim asked sympathetically.

Ron's head dropped. "Yeah, that's why. Well, and the fact that it was to protect me. I should have known what would happen, I should have been able to prevent it. But I realized too late what was going on. I…"

Kim silenced Ron by placing a finger over his lips. "Not another word Ron. It's not your fault or mine. It's Dementor's, just like my mom said."

Ron wrapped his arms around her and gave Kim a hug. "You seem to be back to your normal self." Ron thought for a moment. "Ya know, this is really kind of weird. We really shouldn't be recovering from traumatic events so quickly. Is there something wrong with us?"

Kim's face darkened. Ron was right. They shouldn't be recovering so quickly. Was there indeed something wrong with them? "You, you don't think were going insane or anything do you, Ron? We aren't becoming evil or something." Kim's expression worsened.

"I… I don't think so, but I think we should probably get tested by some of GJ's doctors or something. This really, really isn't right," Ron replied hesitantly.

"Yeah, but for now, let's just enjoy the ride home." Kim held up her finger with her engagement ring on it. After studying it for a moment she stated, "Besides, we have more important things to think about."

"This may be off topic, but I noticed something else too. I took a steel beam to the head and was relatively unhurt. Do I even need to bother wearing a helmet when we jump out of airplanes, or use jetpacks, or ride bikes?" Ron asked thoughtfully.

"It's required by law for motorcycles Ron!"

"Yeah, but there aren't any laws concerning jet packs, or what to wear while skydiving. Since my head seems to be a lot tougher than any helmet, it seems pointless."

Struggling with her own thoughts, Kim could only come to the conclusion that he was completely correct. However, she didn't like the idea of Ron not wearing a helmet. It just seemed unsafe (although that wasn't a factor anymore). Perhaps it was that she was feeling vulnerable herself, and Ron still wearing a helmet seemed to equalize them some. "Okay, I'll tell you what Ronnie. When I don't have any reason to wear a helmet anymore, then you can stop wearing one."

"Aww man, KP, co…" Ron stopped when he saw the look on Kim's face. It wasn't her usual attitude of 'Just do it for safety's sake', or her 'I'm right and you're not'. What he saw in her eyes was well veiled desperation. It didn't take him long to realize what Kim might be thinking.

"Okay, Kim. But that means you have to do some training for that. You know, something like repetitively banging your head with a frying pan," Ron joked while grinning ear to ear.

With a glare that could vaporize concrete, Kim shouted, "THAT'S NOT FUNNY RON STOPPABLE!!!"

Ron gently grabbed Kim's head and kissed her.

"Don't think you'll get off the hook with a kiss, Ron."

Ron kissed her again, this time longer and more passionately.

"Okay, maybe two kisses will get you some forgiveness, fiancé."

After kissing Ron once, Kim snuggled back into his shoulder and fell asleep. It took a while for his apprehension to die down, but after looking at Kim's face and then the ring she was now wearing, Ron followed her into slumber.

The rest of the trip home was uneventful. While they did indeed have to land at the airport, they didn't have to go through customs and were able to get to the limo without talking to anyone who had heard the news. When they arrived at Kim's house, the two walked up to the door as though nothing had changed. Even though Kim was now wearing a very visible engagement ring.

To say they were surprised when they walked into the living room would be an understatement. Kim's parents and her brothers were there of course, but Ron's family, Monique, Felix, Zeta, Tara, Wade and Rufus were all there as well. And when the two young adults walked in, they were greeted by a loud "CONGRATULATIONS!!"

Kim and Ron stood flabbergasted. They couldn't even begin to imagine what this was for. They knew for a fact that Wade hadn't been spying on them, so this couldn't be about them being engaged, could it?

"Okay, what's the sitch? What are we being congratulated for?" Kim finally asked.

"Getting engaged of course, Kimmie-cub," James stated as he walked over and hugged the two of them.

"B-b-but how did you know?" Ron stuttered, his face the color of Kim's hair.

Felix spoke up, saying, "Dude, the whole world knows. A bunch of people in the restaurant with cellphone cameras, Wi-Fi, and webcams flooded the internet with news that Team Possible just got engaged."

Kim's look of shock turned to mild anger. "The whole world knows?!"

"Yep, come to think of it…"

"…you're probably on the six o'clock news," Jim and Tim stated before turning on the TV.

"…ow for the Six O'clock News. Our top story tonight, Team Possible, engaged? More after the weather."

After a report that indicated clear sunny summer weather for another week, Kim and Ron began blushing once again.

"And now for our top story. Multiple sources in a restaurant in Paris, France today stated that Team Possible had just gotten engaged. We have several photographs taken by cellphone cameras and webcams that were submitted to news websites and transferred to us with permission."

The teen heroes' blushes intensified as the photos were shown on TV.

"Here we can clearly see Ronald Stoppable on one knee offering a ring to Kimberly Possible. Here we can see them hugging and kissing. Wait, we can show that here can't we?"

"YES, we can, as long as it's justifiable for the report!" A voice shouted from off camera.

"Yes, well, good. And here we can see Miss Possible taking the ring and putting it on. We have not yet had an opportunity to interview them or their families and friends, but these images leave little doubt. It seems as though Kim Possible may become Kim Stoppable soon."

Anne Possible shut off the TV after Kim and Ron collapsed onto the couch. After several minutes, enough blood returned to their brains from their faces so that they could comment on what had transpired.

"Well, at least they got my name right," Ron stated.

"Yeah, but I was hoping that we would be able to at least some people on our own," Kim groaned.

"Yeah, well, I guess we are kinda celebrities. We're even super rich!" Ron said happily.

Kim stared at her fiancé for a moment before remembering that he was now a millionaire. She still wasn't used to it. Despite that they had just flown to France for a date, Ron sure didn't act like a millionaire. This time, the money hadn't changed him at all.

"Yeah, we are," Kim said as she kissed Ron. "But I think we've got way more of what matters than you have money."

"Got that right Kimbo," Ron quickly replied before returning the kiss.

Their actions earned them several catcalls and wolf whistles from their friends in the room. Rufus squeaked "Go Kim, Go Ron."

After further congratulations, and snacks and drinks, people slowly began heading home. After his family left, Ron headed for the door. When he and Kim were alone in the room, Kim grabbed him from behind. After spinning him around so rapidly it took him a moment to get his bearings, she planted a kiss on his lips that made him almost collapse.

After it ended, Ron finally said, "Goodnight Kim."

"What do you mean goodnight? We don't have to go to bed yet."

"I know. But KP, I know we're engaged now, but I really need to spend some time at home. My parents said Hannah was wondering where I was. And she's learning to speak right now, so I really think I should be there."

Kim's face dropped. She had become use to having Ron to cuddle with at night. Pandaroo wasn't enough anymore. It just wouldn't seem right without Ron there; that was now part of his role in her life.

Ron quickly picked up on her body language and spoke up. "Don't worry, I call you first thing in the morning, fiancée."

Kim smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Ron responded by pulling her into another.

"Goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight, Kim."

On his way home Ron thought over the day's events. Sure, everything seemed fine. Kim was back to her usual self. He'd finally built up the courage to propose to her. She had said yes! But, deeper down, things were not well at all. For one, he knew he had been right when he said that they shouldn't have gotten over this so quickly. He'd brought up the helmet thing mostly to change the subject. Ron had also seen enough horror movies to believe that people that weren't affected by such traumatic events were usually psychotic murderers.

Ron hit more than the usual number of lamp posts during his walk home that night.

A/N: Next chapter title: Enter the Reporters.

Well, maybe, I'm not sure yet. That will come soon though :)