Final disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.

Final claimer: I do own all OC's in this fic

Here it is, I'm sad to say, the epilogue. I don't have much to tell you in this blurb at the top except that there'll be a note at the bottom of this. Not a bad note, but more like an informational thingy. That's all from me. See you all at the end.

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The Assassin

Epilogue: Memories

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Friday at school, and Nate was getting some things from his locker. He opened his bag and placed in the folder he needed. This bag is different from the one he used to use, this is one of those bags for carrying a laptop. Hooking the strap over his shoulder he was about to close the locker when a hand came over and held it open.

"That's a pretty plain locker," Bonnie said from behind him. "Most of the people I know have pictures in their lockers."

"Is that so?" he asked surveying the emptiness that was his locker. "Oh well."

"Walk me to class?"

"Sure."

As they walked, Nate reflected on the past week, and realized he had actually enjoyed time spent with Bonnie. He couldn't figure out why, but she actually seemed to have opened up to him. He didn't know why, but he felt like staying a while longer. This news had shocked Kim, and caused a couple dozen questions, which shall not be repeated.

"Nate, you don't regret me blackmailing you, do you?" she asked as they neared the classroom.

"Not really, it's really quite refreshing, someone having leverage over me," he said placing his arm around her shoulder to make the act complete. "Like I said, I like your style, do whatever you can to achieve."

"We're here, see you later," she said and stepped into the room.

He left that hallway, making his way to the other end of the school for his class. He reached it just in time to not be late, and he took his seat behind Ron.

"Where you been?" Ron asked turning around.

"Bonnie," Nate said reaching down and taking his drawing book from his bag.

"She's growing on you," he said taking out his notebook and started to copy what was written on the board.

"Yeah, she is," he placed the tip of his pencil to the paper and began to draw. 'And I don't know why.'

The class was history, a class Nate actually enjoyed being in, because the teacher, Mr. Palmr (pronounced palm - er), had always enjoyed Nate's constructive answers and even compared drawings with him. Unlike other teachers, who told him to pay attention, and didn't like the idea of a student knowing more than they did. Palmr was young as well, just out of college, only 23 years old. He could easily relate with the students and their plight known as school.

By the middle of the class Nate was putting putting the finishing touches on a sword he was drawing. He decided to do as he did with so many other drawings and make it real, when he got home of course. The blade curved this way and that, with smaller blades jutting out every which way (oh how I wish you could see it, but, unfortunately, ff.net doesn't allow you to upload fanart). He closed the notebook and slipped it back into his bag, turning his attention to the movie that had been playing for the past twenty minutes. Leaning back in his chair, he placed his hands behind his head and felt sleep approach him.

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"Mom, I don't want to use a gun," a twelve-year-old Nate said as he placed the sniper rifle on the table.

"Why not?" Erica asked stirring the soup she had on the stove. "Is something wrong with it?"

"Nothing is wrong, it's calibrated just fine, but I'd like to use something else."

"Like your sister's gloves?"

"No, not gloves, something else, like a sword," he said thinking.

"Well, look in the basement, there might be one in the boxes," she said turning back to taste the soup.

"Kay," he ran from the room down into the basement.

He looked around at the boxes that were stacked around the room. Opening one he found something better than a sword, almost as good as the thunder pike he now carried, his scythe. He lifted it out of the box and looked the weapon over, feeling as if it should belong to him.

"This'll do," he ran back upstairs with the scythe over his shoulder. "Mom, I found it, I found what I want to use."

"What is it?" she turned and dropped the ladle in her hand. "Put that back."

"Why, it's just scythe," he held onto it as she attempted to pull it away. "Let go!"

The blade began to glow red, and curved blades shot out, slicing the ceiling to pieces. Chunks of wood and sheet rock fell around them.

"How did you do that?" she asked letting go.

"I don't know, it just happened," he put it on the table.

"Well that is why I told you to put it back," she said picking it up and showing him the blade. "See these runes, they're spells, and that's what caused those red blades."

"So I can use it?"

"I guess so, if you can activate these spells, then yes, you can use it."

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The bell rang, snapping him out of his dream.

'It feels like it happened so long ago, but it's only been five years, and four years since I acquired the pike,' he thought as he stood and made his way to the door. 'Why am I clinging to the past like I am, the present seems much more interesting.'

"Hey Nate," Bonnie said looping her arm in his from behind.

"Hey Bonnie."

*****

It was four o'clock and Nate was sitting on the couch, polishing his pike and remembering. He remembered the first time he used the pike during a mission, it had been against an unusually aggressive sect of the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia.

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"IT'S HIM, THE MANSLAYER!" a gang member yelled as he ran through the halls of their HQ.

Nate stood there, holding the pike in his hand, he pointed the blade straight down the hall. He laughed as he fired the green lightening ball. The ball turned the corner, and traveled through the building till it reached the basement, where it slammed into the ground. The entire building exploded, or rather imploded, like a demolition team had done it.

"No innocent people were hurt," he said from the roof of the building next to it.

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"They didn't have any idea what hit them," he said swiping the cloth along the zigzagged blade, then the curved one. "Like they even had chance, like everyone else I've fought."

The blade crackled as he stroked it once again, smiling. It was true, sometimes the simple things in life were the most rewarding. It had taken him almost a year to get just the right motion for polishing and sharpening the blade. If it was done wrong, then the blade would lose its shine, and it would sharpened edge would dull.

He sighed as he looked over at the clock, only 4:15, he sighed again and dipped the cloth in a small vat of a polishing agent he made himself. It not only made the blade shine, but also sharpened it. The blade shone as brightly as the day he found it.

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Nate, thirteen-years-old, found himself stumbling through the Andes Mountain range. His skills at scaling treacherous terrain were really being put the test. One false move and he was either going to go splat on the rocks below, or, if he was lucky, just break a few bones while rolling down. If either of these happened his career as a contract killer would be over before it really began.

His target was a killer who had cut out the throats of so many llamas just for fun. Not only had he cut their throats, but also he smeared a kind of ink on its fur, one that couldn't be rinsed out, making the fur useless, and destroying the fur market. He was being paid by one of the shepherds to find this man, and kill him.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the loose rock he had stepped on. It gave way and he was soon sliding down the side of the mountain. Out of instinct he whipped out his scythe and jammed the blade into the rock. He instantly stopped sliding and was able to climb back up. He looked at what he had hooked the scythe to, it was a massive opening in the rock. Around the opening seemed to be carvings of some kind.

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He was shaken thoughts by the opening of the front door. His hand stopped mid-wipe and he turned to look to see who it was. It was Shego, and Kim wasn't with her this time.

"Where's Kim?" he asked.

"You don't have any idea how long it takes for a girl to get ready, do you?"

"Nope," he said and went back to polishing. "But I'm guessing it won't take three hours, which is how much time left."

*****

"Mom, which do you think looks better?" Kim asked holding up one shirt then the other. One was a red halter top, while the other was a white T-shirt. And she was doing this in front of a vid-phone.

"They both look fine, Kimmy," Dr. Possible said shuffling some papers on her desk. "Why not ask Monique, I'm sure she could tell you."

"Yeah, but Monique will make me dress up as a cowgirl, it's hard to say no to her," Kim protested. "Just do close your eyes and point."

"Fine," she said and closed her eyes, and pressed her finger to the screen. Opening her eyes she saw that it was the halter that her finger was pointing to.

"Thanks Mom," Kim said and the screen went blank.

She threw the t-shirt back in the closet and went to the closet. Now that she had her shirt, she needed a skirt. Since it was a western-theme dance, she needed the skirt Monique had lent her a while ago. She found it, it was a red leather, cowgirl skirt with tassels. While rooting through her closet she also pulled out a pair of cowboy boots.

*****

At his house, Ron was rooting through his closet for his stash of Le Goop that he had put there for a situation such as this. He had already picked out his clothes, you know the ones he wore in that one episode. The thought that he had been asked was still slightly new in his mind, even though his best friend was a girl, there was still a lot he didn't know. There is still a lot none of us know, and probably don't want to know.

*****

"Ah, there really is nothing like a finely polished blade," Nate said as he wiped the blade of one of his swords. This sword in particular was special, it was a reversed-blade katana, very few were ever made.

"Nate, whadda ya think?" Shego asked as she walked down the stairs..

"You look fine," he said without looking as extra care was taken in polishing the tsuba (guard) of the sword.

She walked over to him, grabbed his head, twining her fingers in his hair, and twisted his head around to look at her.

"Well?"

She was wearing a pair of black jeans with a very tight green T-shirt. On her feet were a pair New Balance 606 shoes (those are the kind I wear, very comfy). Her hair had been pulled back and tied off with, what he recognized as, one of his silver cords, which he used to tie his hair around the ring.

"You're sure to turn many head," he said turning back to finish the polishing. "What time is it?"

"Half past six," she said walking towards the kitchen, swaying her hips side to side, just to see how it felt in this shoes she wore.

"Well, I'd better get going," he slipped the blade along the opening of the scabbard, and then slid it in when the tip reached the opening.

(This was done in Japan for several reasons, one was to show reverence to your blade, and to make sure you knew where the opening was.)

He stood and placed the sheathed sword on the stand along with the tanto and wakisazi that went with it. Walking over to the closet he pulled out a black cloak, and threw it around himself. As if by magic sleeves appeared around his arms and slits for pockets opened in the sides. A rip opened in the back that allowed his hair to filter through before closing back up.

"Where are you headed?" Shego asked from the kitchen where she had the portable phone in her hand.

"Where do you think," he said before leaving.

She huffed and put her free hand on her hip, watching the door close. But what he was going to do was the last thing on her mind, she had to call Kim and tell her she was on her way.

*****

A half hour later and Nate was standing in the back corner of the gym, listening to the pounding of the music. It seemed strange to him that this was called a dance, but no one was dancing. There were so many people here who had dressed for the occasion, one person came dressed in full cowboy wear, chaps and all. Bonnie was across the gym, talking with her friends, who, apparently, were jealous, because she got to him before they could.

"He's actually really nice," she said to Tiffany, a blonde from the squad.

"Then why aren't you over there with him?" Tiffany asked. "He looks so lonely."

The pounding rock music ended to be replaced with a slow song, and no people began to dance. Nate noted this in the back of his mind, for later reference. If you're all wondering what the song is, it's "Angel of Mine" by someone I don't know; if you do know, good for you. No sooner had the song started playin did Kim and Shego get into it. He sighed and slid against the wall slightly to get more comfortable.

"Wanna dance?" he cracked an eye to see Bonnie looking intently at him.

"Why not?" he said pushing away from the wall.

They made their way to the dance floor where Bonnie placed her arms around his neck, and he put his hands on her hips. As the song droned on and on they turned to the music, and everyone else did the same around them.

'This isn't too bad, maybe I will stay longer,' he thought as Bonnie laid her head against his chest. 'Though, I can't get too attached.'

As they turned he saw Shego with Kim practically glued to her, but he could also see some problem with who was trying to lead. He figured Shego finally won out, because Kim had her arms around her neck. Shego looked at him and smiled a wry smile, and winked at him.

The song stopped and they separated, but it was immediately followed by another slow song. Looking around he saw that Ron had gone up and requested the song, since Tara had asked him to. It didn't really bother him too much, though a different song wouldn't've hurt. I personally don't care what song it is; I don't listen to such insignificant things, my girlfriend does, and it vexes me so.

The song ended and he leaned against the wall again, but this time Bonnie leaned next to him. He took note of this as well, how she seemed so content just leaning there.

"So, you enjoying yourselves?" one of the chaperones asked.

"Oh yes, very much so," Nate said sliding his hands behind the back of his head, Bonnie laughed a little.

He left with a slight a sigh and a remark, something about ungrateful kids. Nate reached up and grasped the cloak he wore, and pulled it off; the sleeves and pockets disappeared. He folded it up and laid it on the folding chair next to him.

"Why do you do it?" Bonnie asked catching him off guard.

"What? Kill? It's really all I've ever known," he said sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. "And I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it."

"How long?"

"Seven years."

She slid down the wall to sit next to him, looking over at his face. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open with his breathing. It was strange that she was beginning to understand what Kim had been talking about, how she had somehow felt drawn to him.

"Why do you want to know this?" he asked her without opening his eyes.

"I don't know, it's just...I don't know," she said looking away from him.

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"Why do you want to know this?" Nate asked the cat-girl in front of him.

"I don't know, it's just...I don't know," she said looking down at the ground.

"Then why ask?" he turned away and walked up the stairs towards the door to the inner sanctum of the temple.

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"Well, now you know," he said tilting his head back slightly. 'Strange, wherever I went to be alone, I was bothered, and here I'm not being hassled at all.'

"Yeah, I guess so, could I ask you one more thing?" she asked looking back at him.

"Shoot."

"Have you ever had any second thoughts?"

"Never in my entire life have I ever had a second thought about anything," he said opening his eyes as Shego and Kim walked over to them.

"Hey, why you on the floor?" she asked.

"It's cooler down here," he said smiling.

Still smiling he stood up, and Bonnie stood with him.

"Come on Bonnie, I think they want to talk," Kim said grabbing Bonnie's arm and pulling her away.

"Perceptive little girl, that she is," Nate said watching Kim practically drag his date away. "So, what is it, what's wrong?"

"Have you been feeling like anything is...amiss?" Shego asked leaning against the wall adjacent to his.

"No, not especially, why?" he cocked his head to the side a little.

"Because I can't get this sensation out of me."

"You're in love," he said simply. "This is new for you, and you're still trying to cope with the reality of it."

"I already know that, this is something else."

He stared at her for a few seconds, thinking, studying the situation.

"Fine, I'll check," he closed his eyes and lowered his head. Behind his eyelids it could be seen that his eyes were moving ceaselessly, left to right, right to left, up, down, around. "Nope, I'm not getting anything. You're probably just a little high-strung. It happens, just get a drink and sit down for a few minutes."

She just stood there, looking off in front of her. Something still didn't feel right about tonight to her.

"Maybe I'm just worrying about Kim too much," she said.

"It happens," he said and started across the dance floor, "I'm getting a drink, you want one."

"Sure."

*****

The dance continued through the next few hours, making it close to ten o'clock. Nate sat on the bleachers at one end of the gym, watching the people move with the music. He didn't know why, but it was strange that he was enjoying himself here. A smile crept across his face.

"Well, well, looks like someone's enjoying themselves," Bonnie said sitting next to him.

"Yeah, so what, is it a crime for me to have fun?" he asked with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I have a question."

"Another one?"

"Yeah, but this isn't about, you know..."

"Emerald serpent," he said after probing her mind briefly.

"Oh, so you did read that animology thing."

"Who didn't, it was practically a worldwide fad for a few weeks."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I've got something to do," he said and stepped off the bleachers.

He walked over to the DJ at the end of the gym and asked him to play a song. Bonnie thought he would be requesting a sound for them to dance to, but she couldn't have been more wrong. The song that started blaring from the speakers was Drowning Pool's song "Sinner" (kick ass song, one of my personal favorites). He moved away from crowd of people who began to dance, swaying with the music.

"Well, that's different," she said when he sat back down.

"I haven't heard this song in so long, I just had to request it."

"You couldn't've picked something else?"

"Nope."

The music pounded away and he nodded his head to the beat.

"When this song is over, I'm gonna go request some real music," Bonnie said and contented herself with watching the mass of bodies moving only ten feet from her.

*****

The dance ended around midnight, being a Friday and all, and Nate was glad that it had. To sit there for who knows how long what really boring. He was outside for the last fifteen minutes of it, it was just too hot inside. The doors behind him opened and people, wearing their warm, winter coats began filing out. He spotted Kim and Shego in the middle of it, Kim pressed against Shego for warmth. When he saw Bonnie, she was in a huddle with her friends, and he decided not to bother them.

Turning he saw the shadows beckoning him to step through them, to disappear. He would have too, if he hadn't felt the all-too-familiar hand on his arm. Bonnie was there, her breath coming out in puffs of steam.

"Nate," she said.

"Yes."

"I know you have wings, I saw them, and I was wondering...could you fly me home?" she asked rather hesitantly.

This question caught him completely off guard, she had asked him to stop reading her mind a while ago. He was silent for a few minutes, contemplating her request for such a thing. It was true that it was a long walk from the school to her home, and she did look much colder than he had previously thought. It had been warmer when they walked there earlier.

Before he could answer Shego's car skidded to a halt in front of them. Nate silently thanked the fates that that had happened, if it hadn't he would have given Bonnie that ride.

"Looks like you could use a lift," Shego said looking at the shivering Bonnie.

"Thanks," she said as Shego opened the door for her and Nate walked around.

It was warm in the car, very warm. Nate sat behind Kim and Bonnie sat behind Shego. For a car that, from the outside, seemed somewhat small, with its two doors, it was very, very roomy inside. Nate laid his head back over the edge of the seat, and rested it right next to one of the vents. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of it that he didn't have time to react when Bonnie laid her head against his shoulder.

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Kim whispered to Shego.

Shego looked in the rearview mirror and made a small gagging motion; making Kim laugh quietly. Nate's eyes flashed when he heard what she was saying, but, for some strange reason, he didn't care. In fact, it made him smile a little, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly when he looked down at her.

To Be Continued...

I would like to thank all of the people who read this fic and reviewed. Thank you for so many ideas, even the flames were constructive, if foolishly placed. But I'm not here to throw bashing after bashing at flames, that's just a perk of being an author, I'm here to entertain and maybe inform, either one, you decide. I don't think I could ever put into words how much I appreciate the reviews, the ideas, the respect and admiration of all of you. Especially you Peacemaker Aqua, StormyWolfBlower, Aleksandr Kerensky, Chaos, OMEGA, Unknown, and that's just a select few. So, I guess that's it, it's over, thanks again for reading and reviewing. Oh, and keep an eye out for that sequel I promised. One more thing, the note I said I would put after this, just screw it.