Chapter 8

The Power Of Love

Kim rode in the back of the ambulance that carried Ron to Middleton Memorial Hospital, when she arrived, she came face-to-face with her mother, who looked down at Ron, and asked,

"What happened to him?"

"He got pushed into a wall." Kim said,

"Into a wall," the paramedic standing next to her said, "almost through it."

"Talk to me, Kimmie, what happened?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked, looking at her daughter, and frowning,

"Ron and I went on a mission, just like we did when we were younger, he got in the way when Senor Senior Junior threw a 55 gallon barrel at him, it caught him, and his father, knocking them both into a wall." Kim lied, hoping that her mother would buy it, to no avail,

"You're hiding something, Kimberly Ann Possible, and I want to know what it is right now." she said, Kim knew she was busted, the only time that her mother ever called her by her full name was when she was severely angry with her,

"Can we talk in private?" Kim asked, Mrs. Dr. Possible nodded, and led her into the er doctors office, closing the door behind her,

"Out with it, what happened?" the elder Possible woman asked her daughter,

"Ron and I were on a mission, we were trying to bust the man he was brought in with, and his son, I threw a barrel in the older man's direction, but Ron was in the way, I'd forgotten all about him." Kim said, the tears flowing from her eyes.

Mrs. Dr. Possible didn't say a word to her daughter, instead, she wrapped her arms around Kim, and comforted her as best as she could, they then walked out into the emergency room,

"How's the young man doing?" the elder Possible asked,

"He's a tough one, just got a mild concussion out of it, he can go home, but keep a close eye on him for a while, I'd say for about three days." the nurse said,

"And the man that was brought in with him?" Kim asked, fearing the worst,

"Four broken ribs, and a concussion, he's gonna be with us for a few weeks." the nurse replied.


The next morning, at Ron's home:

Ron opened his eyes slowly, and closed them again quickly, the pain in his head was making him nauseous, but he heard something that took his mind off his pain quickly,

"You okay, hon?" came Kim's sweet voice through the haze that was his hearing,

"No, I'm not, I got freight trained last night by about 500 pounds of rocket fuel in a 55 gallon tank, now, you tell me?" Ron said, smiling slightly, he spoke slowly, because doing so was hurting his already sore head,

"You're gonna be fine, Ron, the doctor said it was a mild concussion, but you'll be back to yourself in a few days," Kim said, watching Ron open his eyes slowly, and smile at her, "in the meantime, I get to play nurse, now, lay down, relax, and take these aspirin, it should help take the edge off."

"Yes, nurse Kimmie." Ron said, laying back down, and taking the little white pills that Kim offered him,

"Watch it, Mr. Stoppable, or I'm gonna have to bust out the restraints." Kim said, smiling widely,

"Uh-huh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ron said, smiling wider,

"Nah, but if you keep talking like that, I'm gonna end up raping you where you lay." Kim replied,

"You can't rape the willing, KP." Ron said, with a smile to match Kim's,

"Focus, Ron, you just got off a bad night of busting heads, now lay down, and get your mind out of the gutter, maybe I should too." Kim said, still smiling,

"I was about to say 'you started it,' but you took that fun away from me too." Ron replied, now wearing a fake frown,

"Yeah, and I'm sorry for last night, I should've looked before I decided to do what I did." Kim said, the smile now leaving her face,

"Hey, you did what you thought was right, I wasn't fast enough to get out of the way." Ron replied, making Kim feel a little better,

"If I had better control over that, you wouldn't have had to go to the hospital last night, and you wouldn't be stuck in bed for the next three days." Kim said, no smile coming back to her face,

"I'll tell you what, if you need a quiet place to train, go use the gym at The Sanctum, you already got down how to aim the power, you just need some more practice with it, that's all." Ron said, making Kim smile again,

"You mean it?" Kim asked,

"Of course, I mean it, you already know where it is, and you already know how to get there, no one else knows the location of The Sanctum but me, and Wilson, so you're good to go." Ron said, bringing the smile back to Kim's face.


In the gym at The Sanctum, later that same day:

Kim had been here since her talk with Ron, practicing how to focus, and gain better control of the power she possessed, on the piece of plywood set up at the end of the gym, was a target, and in several places around it, there were gaping holes where the knife she was practicing with had blown through the wooden backdrop, and into the stone wall behind, only to end up being embedded into the wall, from where Kim had to focus most of her energy into retrieving it,

"C'mon, you can do this, Possible, concentrate." Kim admonished herself, trying again, this time, her aim was true, and the knife embedded itself into the bulls eye,

"YES!" Kim shouted, elated that she had finally hit the target without her emotions over what had happened last night getting in her way, she then chastised herself, knowing that was one time out of twenty, 'When you hit the target twenty times out fo twenty, then you can celebrate, Possible, but this isn't the time.'

The fact that Ron was stuck in bed by something that was her doing didn't settle too well with her, and she still felt guilty about, but, on the way to The Sanctum, she had promised herself that she would put every effort into her practice, until she had mastered it, and could make Ron proud.


Three days later, at The Sanctum:

Ron was beaming as he watched Kim hit her intended target with a heavy weight on the floor beside him, once again, they were back at it, practicing, and finally, Kim had begun to show some promise, the last fifty times they had practiced this particular move, Kim had hit her target 48 times,

"I see real improvement, KP." Ron said, smiling,

"I had a good teacher." Kim replied, smiling widely, it was at that time, the rings on their fingers began glowing bright red,

"Talk to me, Wade." Ron said, flipping out the monitor in the room, and looking at the image of his friend, and tech buddy,

"Shego's on the move again, I don't think your threat to her hit home, Ron." Wade replied,

"Where's she at?" Ron asked,

"The Tri-City Museum." Kim replied, smiling at Ron,

"She's too good." Wade said, "You got her trained too well, Ron."

"Thanks, Wade, we're on the way." Ron replied, pushing the monitor back into the wall, cutting off communication between he, and Wade,

"Saddle up." Kim said, smiling as she disappeared behind a changing screen.


Whew! (Wipes brow with back of hand) Now that that one's over with, I can sleep more soundly tonight, it took me almost two weeks to get that one out of my head, and onto disk, I hope you enjoy it, and as always, keep reading, I got a few shout outs for the last chapters I've written:

First of all,

to captainkodak1: Who gave me the idea of having Ron get hurt, so that Kim would focus on her training harder, so the same accident won't happen again.

and, to gargoylesama: For giving me an idea of having Kim's emotions override her self control.

This story is far from done, and thanks to all of those who've read, and reviewed. 40 reviews, I'm in awe as to how popular this story has become, it looks like I've created a monster here, I'll be posting more on this story, and Mission: KimPossible soon, until then, keep the reviews coming.