AN: Don't worry! I haven't neglected this story yet! I know I said I wouldn't update until I got 5 more reviews, but I could hold back my anxiety any longer. This chapter may be a bit short! But it has the Tara/Ron fluffiness that you have been waiting for! Kim and Will won't come until later on. Just review me and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.

Will sat by Kim's side throughout the entire night. His back was killing him from leaning upright all night long. And just in the bed next to Kim's was Ron lying as lifelessly as she was. Tara was fast asleep beside him in a chair too, hunched over onto his bed her head laying contentedly inches from Ron's, her fingers intertwined with his. The nights were long, but Will was able to withstand the horrible Hospital food to sit by Kim's side. Just waiting, hoping, praying for her to open her eyes. His mind started to drift back to their last adventure together, he knew that she never did get that gesture that he gave her just before his depart. Of course, she was acting rather furious with him at the time. But that was one of his games. Leaning against his chair Will fell fast to sleep, dreaming of Kim Possible.

Meanwhile, Ron stirred. Tara looked up in surprise to see his eyes locked on hers. Tears swelled up in her eyes as she clutched his hands tighter in his. This astonished Ron, it was clear on his baffled expression. He glanced around the hospital room, the events of the following night flooding back to him. Then to his horror, he saw Kim lying still in the bed beside him; his heart sank low into his stomach. He would never forgive himself if his best friend in the world were dead; it was after all, his fault. Or so he thought. Then his eyes looked into the beautiful wonders of Tara's bright blue depths.

"How long was I out?"

"A week."

"Did you look after me all that time?"

She nodded slowly, and lifted herself off the bed. "I'm going to get a nurse now, so that they know that you're awake." He grabbed her wrist before she could leave. Twirling around she looked down at him, smiling slightly.

"No, stay. Please? Just for a while at least." Tara nods and sits back down.

"I can't think you enough for saving my life. Though I have to say that I never wanted you to get hurt. It should be me lying in this bed."

"No! Don't say that!" Ron said.

Tara was silent. She stared down at him, her heart hammering in her chest. What was this feeling? Was she falling for Ron? Ron Stoppable? He had to be the most dorkest boy in the school, but yet again, she kind of liked that about him. He was not afraid to show who he was, Ron cared not about popularity (sometimes) or the way he looks (sometimes, once again. Remember the hair incident?). Ron was unique. Someone like him only comes by once in a lifetime.

Then she realized how long she was staring at him; she turned her face away sharply, so that he couldn't see her blush.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing.." She mumbled. Then he cupped her face with his hands; his warm soft hands and he gave her a penetrating look when their eyes met.

Gathering up all the courage he could muster, he leaned up slightly, crashing his lips to hers. He was trying to kiss her passionately, but she was not responding to the kiss yet. So Ron was pulling away, but not a second later, Tara pressed her lips firmly onto his, returning his kiss. Her lips as soft as silk, then with his free hand he ran it through her curly blonde hair, feeling how soft it was at the touch. A moan escaped her when he bites her gently on her bottom lip; he enjoyed this response from her. Then there was an opening; her mouth was slit open enough for his to snake his tongue into her parted lips. He explored every inch of her mouth. Then abruptly, they pulled away from each other, trying to catch their breath.

Their eyes were huge, as though they had never expected such a thing to happen. They looked at each other, and at the exact time, looked away blushing. Many things were running through each of their minds. Ron was wondering if it was possible for him to be this lucky right now, for him to have a chance to kiss one of the prettiest girls in school. There had been few occasions when he had received a kiss, but none as wonderful as this.

"I'm going to get the nurse now." Tara announced nervously, and left.

After a day of several check ups to make sure that he was all right, they released him. So he was free to leave the hospital if he wanted to. The rest of the time he spent though was at Kim's side, even if Will did seem to have it all under control Ron felt like he should be there for her. But then one night while Tara was fast asleep on a recliner that the nurses set up for her, Will told him that it would nice if they would go out tomorrow to relieve their minds. After a long time of consideration, Ron agreed. After all, this might be his chance to take Tara out on a date.

Ron was so surprised by his luck. The next day Tara agreed to go out with him. Salem was still as creepy as ever, but it still had a mall to explore, and it as the only place in the town that felt alive. Tara took him into an art store, which he learned that she was fascinated by the arts, but most of the artist she liked he had never heard of. Then, to his most delightful joy, they both shared the love and compassion of Wrestling. They disgusted wrestling over smoothies, and then went to a photo booth.

"Now smile big!" Tara said, and as the camera flashed Ron kissed her cheek and she blushed. Pushing him off playfully she laughed, "That wasn't fair!" Then there was another flash. "I'm not ready!" He laughed at her, and she tackled him then started to tickle his ribs, then there was another flash. They both stuck their tongues out at the camera, then at the final flash; they did their best pose. Ron slipped his arms around Tara and hugged her, yet again making her blush madly. When they got their pictures they laughed hysterically as they strolled around the mall.

"I look horrible in this one!" Tara squealed. Trying to cover up what she thought looked like a horrible photo.

"Nah," Said Ron, waving his hand carelessly, "You look beautiful in every picture."

She smiled up at him, and he found himself blushing. Tara noticed this and laughed out loud, prodding him in the ribs with her finger. When they left the mall, he took her to a fancy restaurant. Over dinner they disgusted school, and their different classes. It was then that Ron thought up something.

"Hey Tara, can I ask you something?" Ron said, looking embarrassed.

"Sure!" Said Tara, smiling up at him, making it even harder on him.

"Will you, gotothedancewithme?" He mumbled.

"Sorry Ron, I didn't understand what you just said. Will you repeat that?"

"Will you... go to the school dance with me? Whenever we get back that is." He said, blushed and looking down at his plate.

"OK." Was all Tara said, stuffing a roll into her mouth.

"Really?" Ron heads snapped up, looking stunned.

Tara nods. If he felt better earlier, it was nothing compared to how proud he felt about himself now. Maybe he went into a dream cloud after getting knocked unconscious. Could this all be true? Then he casually glanced out the window. And his heart sank to the floor, and a chill ran down his spine like a cold ice cub slid down it. A shadow in a dark hood was sleeking around in the rain; Ron grabbed Tara's arm and ducked her under the table with him.

"What are you doing Ron?"

"Tara... I think were in deep trouble."

AN: Oh the suspension! Muaahaha! Sorry to leave you hanging off a cliff there. But I just couldn't help myself.

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