Hey. Finally got this chapter done.
Please R&R… and thanks to those of you that already have.
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"Kim." That voice again. She had been hearing it for hours, but she couldn't tell whose voice it was.
"Kim." The voice… it was crying.
"Kim." Was it… Ron?
"Kim!" No… it… it wasn't Ron. Who is calling my name?
"Kim, help. Help!" Who are you? I can't help you if I don't know who you are.
"HELP!" WHO ARE YOU?
Kim's green eyes edged open slowly. She couldn't see anything- it was too blurry. She could make out the image of a woman beside her bed. The woman was crying softly. She had red hair… mom?
"Mom?"
A single word. Kim only had to utter one single word to make her mother jump up and hug her tightly.
"Oh, Kimmie!" her mother cried in happy hysterics.
"Mom… what happened?" Kim sat up and felt that her hair was still wet, and looked down to find bandages on her hands. It was all coming back to her… the mirror, the sandbox… the rain…
"Kim! I'm so happy you're alright! Someone found you in the park… you had fainted in the sandbox…"
"Who saved me?"
"Your friend… the young man in the wheelchair…"
'Felix' Kim thought.
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Shego coughed again. She had been coughing a lot for the past few hours.
"You're pathetic." She said to herself in a dry, raspy voice. "You haven't even been out here for one day and you're already falling apart."
This was all so crazy to her. First, what happened at the lair, now this? These were not her usual evil, fearless ways of life that she had been living by for so many years. What was happening to her? This was too much to handle at once.
She turned her head to face the mangled escape pod behind her. Sighing, she turned back around to look at the endless dunes of sand. This was hopeless. Nobody was going to come. This wasn't the way she wanted to die… not like this…
Shego almost jumped when she felt something touch her cheek that she hadn't felt in years. It was… a tear.
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The words, "You're going back to school tomorrow" kept echoing in Kim's head. She was still boiling with anger towards her father, and her ears were still ringing from the yelling and screaming. How could they make her go back to that place?
Well they were, and for what? Her education? Didn't matter to her anymore. Her perfect rep? That had been gone for a whole day already. Her friends?
…She had none. Not anymore.
Her life was falling apart before her very eyes. As she lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, it made her wonder: Has Ron been holding me together all these years? It sure did look that way.
She yearned for someone to confide it. Just someone who would listen to her and understand her. Before, Ron had been that someone. And she would never let anyone take his place. Never. She just couldn't betray him like that. It was her fault in the first place that he… he…
Kim jumped as she heard the familiar four-note musical tone coming from the blue object beside her bed. She sat up and stared at it for a few seconds, then wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek before picking it up and pressing the red button.
Wade's eyes widened as he gazed into the eyes of the ragged red head on the screen. Was this really Kim? He paused before spluttering out jumbled words.
"Kim! I'm so glad I caught you, I-"
"Wade. It's over. I can't do this anymore." Kim felt her heart get heavy as she heard those words come out of her mouth. But she wouldn't without him. Not without him.
"But Kim, I'm picking up an urgent stress signal from the-"
"I said save it Wade. I'm done. Team Possible-" she choked as she said this- "it's over."
"But Kim, I-"
"I SAID I'M NOT GOING TO DO THIS ANYMORE, DAMMIT!"
"But-"
Kim was boiling with rage. Why couldn't that little bastard just let it go?
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed into the tiny screen, causing the 10-year-old boy at the other end to be silenced with a hurt expression and a dropped jaw. "I HATE YOU! NEVER BOTHER ME AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME? NEVER AGAIN!" With that Kim hurled her Kimmunicator across her bedroom where she watched it smash into the wall.
She couldn't believe it. Her life was over. Team Possible, school, Ron- it was all gone. Everything she had been working towards, everything she had become, everything she had dreamed about- was crushed into thousands of little tiny pieces that only one person could put back together again.
And that person was dead.
Ron had been holding her up her whole life. Without him, she had fallen. And she just hit rock bottom.
She had dreamed of marrying Ron.
She would wear a beautiful white gown with a veil that covered her face. And when Ron lifted it, and looked into her eyes, he would smile at her- the biggest smile she had ever seen him smile. And it would be the happiest day of her life.
They would move into their own house- a two story house painted blue with snow white shutters. Their front lawn would be covered in flowers, hundreds of them, all different colors. There would be a little two-person swing on their pretty white front porch where she and Ron would admire their garden. And at night, they would sit there together, staring up at the moonlight, arms around each other, just- just talking. And he would tell her he loved her everyday.
They would have a daughter. Samantha Ann Stoppable, but she would go by Sam. She would have had her own red hair, but she definitely would have had Ron's eyes. Ron's beautiful brown eyes. Sam would've been just like Ron. He would let her take Rufus with her on her first day of school so she wouldn't be lonely. And she and Ron would hold hands as they watched her skip into her classroom with her pink backpack and Rufus perched on her shoulder, where she would maybe find her own Ron…
But most of all, they would be happy. They would be the happiest family in the world, just the three of them, the happiest family in the world.
Kim covered her face with her hands and slowly cried herself to sleep.
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"Help me! Help me Kim!" this time the cries for help were louder than before.
"Who are you?" She stretched out her arms through the fog, feeling around for the source of the screams. But every time she thought she was heading in the right direction, the voice seemed to be coming from somewhere else. She couldn't she a thing, the fog was too thick-
"HELP!" The voice was now sobbing… and fading… "Help… before it's too late…"
"I'm trying!" Kim yelled blindly into the nothingness. "I'm trying…"
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
What was that annoying sound? The fog was now so thick that she couldn't even see her own hands in front of her…
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
The fog was clearing… and everything was- red? Why red? And wet? What was happening? Wait a minute… this isn't red water… this is blo-
Kim wrenched her eyes open and sat up quickly. She looked down at her hand and body to see if they were still covered in blood- they weren't. It was just another nightmare…
There was that beeping sound again. She turned to find her alarm clock beeping like crazy. She slammed her fist down on the off button, then winced and cried out slightly. She had forgotten about yesterday.
What was up with all these nightmares? Was it all in her head? Or did someone really need help?
Whoever it was, it's not like she could do anything to help. Nobodies don't help people.
Kim suddenly remembered that she had to go to school today, and thought of the fight she had had with her father. "YOU'RE GOING BACK TOMORROW WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" he had yelled when he lost his temper. "YOU CAN"T JUST THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY OVER ONE BOY!"
Oh, how she had screamed at him when he called Ron, "one boy".
'Fuck him,' she thought.
She pulled on her baggy mission pants and a black sweatshirt and stepped quietly down the stairs.
Her parents didn't even notice the dark figure slip out the front door and into the cold, dark morning.
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Brrrr! Brrrr! Shego pressed the button over and over again. Somebody had to find them. Anybody.
The words, 'help me' kept repeating in her mind. On the outside, Shego looked calm and collected, with only a tinge of worry in her eyes, but on the inside, she was screaming, sobbing for help.
She had wiped away that one tear, and promised herself she would never tell a soul about it. She was in no mood to destroy her evil rep this far in the game.
'But your rep won't matter when you're dead.'
'Shut up.'
Suddenly Shego smacked her own cheek. She was talking to herself! She must be going crazy. It had to be the heat… yes, the heat.
She forced her eyes to look at his closed ones. His breaths were short and forced. They had both already lost a lot of blood from the crash. It was only a matter of time before they were both dead.
Shego couldn't let him die. She couldn't let herself die. She was determined.
Brrr! Brrr! She was pounding the help button repeatedly. And she wasn't planning on stopping until someone came. Even if they did find her dead at the control console.
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People stared at the dark figure striding slowly through the doors of Middleton High.
Kim could feel the many pairs of eyes upon her, but she waved it off. It didn't matter to her anymore.
She made her was over to her locker and gripped the lock, twisting in numbers without thinking and then opening it to find a familiar 10-year-old genius staring at her from the computer screen.
She glared at him and opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.
"Kim, you have to go on that mission. The escape pod is in the Sahara and still giving off a signal. Shego and Drakken may still be alive; I traced the escape pod from their lair-"
"Let me get this straight. You want me to risk my life for two people I hate. Because of them, he's dead! Don't you get it? BECAUSE OF THEM, RON IS DEAD!"
Kim slammed the locker door and once again, her eyes filled with tears.
The entire hall was silenced, and all eyes fell upon Kim. It was like the whole entire school heard her last sentence. Only one boy in a wheelchair heard the entire conversation.
Then, the whispering began. Kim could hear Ron's name in their whispers. How dare they speak his name! Then she heard the most hurtful sentence she could ever hear. Her books dropped from her hands when she heard a familiar snobby brown-haired girl say,
"Wow. That loser is dead? Ha! It's about time!" The girl giggled to the group of people she had been talking to, but immediately stopped when she felt her hair almost get wrenched from her scalp. Bonnie fell on the cold tile floor, and looked up to se one of the most scary sights she had ever seen.
Kim was standing over her, looking down on her with a truly scary look in her eyes. In her pale hand she was holding a knife.
Bonnie froze. Kim wouldn't- would she? Then she heard Kim give off a low growl.
She would.
The whole hall was deathly silent. Bonnie closed her eyes and covered them with her arms. She felt something being pressed into her hand, but she couldn't move to see what it was. He body was frozen with fear. When nothing else happened, she opened her eyes to find that Kim had left. She heaved a sigh of relief and stood up. She caught a quick glance of the ragged girl run out the front doors of the school, knife still in hand. Then she opened her hand to find a small piece of dirty folded up paper. The brown-haired girl swallowed and slowly unfolded it. On it, she read these words in her head:
'Bitch. Go to hell. I would've done it. You deserved it. But this knife wasn't meant for you.' Bonnie frowned at the hurtful words scribbled on the paper, then gasped as she realized what it meant.
"Kim's going to kill herself!" she screamed for all to hear. The whole school gasped and panicked just as Bonnie did, but only one attempted to go after Kim and save her from a horrible fate.
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Kim ran faster. She gripped the knife tightly as she ran, holding onto it for dear life.
Life. The exact thing she wanted to end.
She had realized she couldn't go on; the pain was literally torturing her. Not without him. Without him her life had unraveled in a heartbeat. Now she was nothing. The life she had planned had gone down the drain.
She didn't stop until she arrived at Middleton Park and was standing in the middle of that godforsaken sandbox. She collapsed in the sand, tears streaming silently down her face. This is it. This is the end.
She had never expected it to end like this. She had wanted to die with Ron, after they had grown old together.
Don't worry, you'll see him soon…
Gathering up all the courage she had left, she brought the knife up in front of her heart, just as Ron had. She thought she heard someone sob, "Help me," but that wasn't going to stop her. She was just about to go through with the terrible deed when she heard a voice scream her name.
Kim's heart jumped. Ron?
She looked up to see Felix in his wheelchair just outside the sandbox. She was half angry and, surprisingly, half grateful that he was there.
"What… what are you doing here?" she sniffed in astonishment.
"Kim. Don't do this." He said quietly with pleading eyes. He was looking intently at something in her hands, she glanced down to find that she was still holding the knife pointed at her heart.
"Why not?" Kim sobbed, avoiding his fearful gaze. "I have nothing left."
"That's where you're wrong, Kim." She looked up at him, obviously surprised. What was he talking about?
"You think you've completely lost Ron," He continued. "You're wrong."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, eying Felix angrily. "He's dead!" He gazed, at her, slightly surprised. How could she be so blind?
"You two had a bond that most married people don't even have. Even if he is dead, he's alive in you. He will always be with you, just not in physical form. He will always love you."
"But…" Kim started, but she trailed off, confused.
"You may not be able to hold his hand, or play with his hair, but that's okay. You'll have a different from of love."
"I don't understand."
"Memories, Kim. You'll have the memories. As long as you have those, your love will never die. Trust me. He'll always love you, and when the time comes, you'll see him again. But Kim, that time is not now. You shouldn't do this. He-" Felix looked up into the dark clouds and then back at Kim- "He wouldn't want it."
Kim dropped the knife. She slowly turned to face Felix, and for the first time since the explosion, she smiled. Still smiling, she stood up and wrapped her arms around the handicapped boy that had saved her life. She didn't have the faintest idea how he knew all this, but she knew he was right.
"Thank you," she whispered softly into his ear, "for saving my life." She paused before adding, "Again." Then he said something that made Kim pull out of the deep hug and frown at him.
"I think you should go on the mission." He said quietly.
"Why?" What the heck was he thinking?
"Because. I don't know who they are, but those people need help. Your help. Even if you hate them, they're still human." He saw that Kim was still frowning down at him, and looked away.
"Look. Something is telling me that you should do this, okay? Do it- do it for Ron." He looked back at Kim to see her sporting a reluctant smile.
"Okay…" Kim said slowly and looked up at the sky. "For Ron."
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Wade was surprised to see Kim's face on the monitor. He gulped, and Kim saw that he had been crying. It made her feel guilty about what she had said to him; he may be a genius, but he was only ten. Good thing she knew what to say to cheer him up.
"Wade," she said confidently, "What's the sitch?"
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On a plane heading deep into the Sahara, Kim Possible sat, parachute ready. Wade had whipped up a brand new Kimmunicator for her before she had left, and she held tightly to the small blue device in her hand.
She could scarcely believe she was going through with this. Shego and Drakken were the reason Ron was dead in the first place. 'Do it for Ron,' she kept repeating in her head. 'You're doing this for Ron.'
"Miss Possible, we're over target." She heard the captain say. "Jump when you're ready."
"This was it. She was going to save the two people she hated most right now. It was all happening so fast. Once it was over, though, the two bastards would be locked up tight. At least there was one good side to this whole ordeal. Still, she was nervous…
"T-thank you," she said meekly, and jumped from the aircraft.
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"It should be just over this dune," Wade informed. Kim switched off the Kimmunicator and put it back in her pocket and braced herself. She hoped she would be able to control her anger…
As she reached the top of the sand dune, she saw the mangle escape pod. That must have been one hell of a crash, she thought. It was eerily silent; all Kim could hear was the slight breeze of the desert winds.
Kim reached the entrance of the escape pod. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stuck her head inside. Her eyes immediately fell upon the sleeping form of Shego, and suddenly, all the emotions she had felt before came rushing back to her. It was Shego's fault. Her fault, all her fault. Her fault…
"YOU'RE FAULT!" Kim screamed. Hearing the scream, Shego awoke, startled. But she opened her eyes to find a steaming red head standing menacingly over her.
Kim Possible… the name slowly registered in Shego's numb brain. She felt herself being lifted off her feet by her shoulders. She tried to escape the strong grip, but her body was too weak to fight back. So she opened her mouth to speak-
Kim picked up the limp Shego and started to shake her shoulders violently and scream. She didn't speak words- she just screamed.
"Wait, don't hurt me-" Shego's dry voice began, but Kim continued to scream.
"Don't hurt me, I saved him, don't hurt me…" What? Saved who? Shego was still babbling, obviously scared out of her wits, and Kim stopped screaming.
"Please, I saved him, don't hurt me…"
"Saved who?" Kim said firmly, staring into Shego's deep green eyes. When Shego didn't answer, Kim slapped her cheek, hard. "SAVED WHO?"
Shego began to cry; there was no reason for her to hold back anymore. She was so tired, and Kim would not stop shaking her…
Kim slapped her again. "SAVED WHO?"
The weak raven haired beauty whispered through her tears, "Behind the chair, look behind the chair, behind the chair…"
Kim gasped and dropped Shego when she realized what the crying girl was talking about…
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Long chapter. Longest one yet, and it only took me two a day and a half to write.
It's almost over! Hope you liked this chapter, R&R, please.
Maybe two more to go?
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