Author: Trillian42
Author's Notes: Alright, since Jezrianna2.0's review was practically daring me (in a good way) in her review to rewrite this, after consideration, I agree. Not my best chapter, so with some help from Jez and Will, I've re-written chapter five. Please Read and Review!
The Kimmunicator dropped to the floor with resounding silence. 'A problem at Ron's? What could have possibly happened?' Kim knew it would be her responsibility if anything happened to Ron's family. She immediately held herself responsible for the crisis at hand. If Ron wasn't aiding her in their endless quest, his family wouldn't be at risk.
Ron's eyes were on her, probing her, seeking comfort. The Kimmunicator lay in disregard on the floor. Wade had apparently either disconnected or busted as the device displayed a black monitor. Ron looked so hopeless, not that Kim blamed him. She knew from experience what a scared call from home meant.
Reaching for the Kimmunicator at his feet, Ron ineffectively punched buttons on the small device, trying to gain a link to Wade, and hopefully his mother. Taking a deep breath and accepting the fact that he wouldn't be able to get on touch with Wade for a while, his arm dropped gracelessly to his side.
"Ron…" Kim began, unable to piece together any advice to help her friend. Ron looked so unsure of himself… it nearly broke Kim's heart. Kim was about to surround him with a loving hug when the sound of a helicopter was heard outside. From the sound of it, the transport was hovering above their domain, prepared to deliver them home. Ron turned to the window, questioning the arrival of their saviours. Kim took the opportunity to quickly change into her uniform again.
Within a minute, a strong knock on the whitewashed cracked wooden door shook Ron back to reality. Sending a feeble glance back at Kim, he noticed she had hastily changed. Ron quickly scolded himself for drifting off into his psyche while preparing for a mission. Taking a deep breath, he answered the door. Before Ron stood a short German man, about half his height, wearing a slightly comical Hawaiian t-shirt and sandy coloured shorts.
Looking past Ron, the man's gaze met with Kim's, who smiled flawlessly at the small man in the door. "Mr. Von Braun, thank you so much for picking us up." Kim replied with practiced courtesy to their curfew home. Although her words we strong and confident, her legs shook wildly and she felt breathless. Kim couldn't stop worrying about her second family.
"Oh, It's no trouble Miss Possible, It's the least I could do after you saved my restaurant patron from that poisonous seventy foot octopus." The short man replied kindly, ushering the two from their room. Ron quickly turned back into the room and saw Kim holding his duffel. Smiling weakly but gratefully, he grasped the pack in his hand and threw it over his shoulder, following Kim. Kim's heart broke inaudibly, looking at her best friend's seemingly hopeless grimace.
Gently reaching for Ron's hand she seized his hand with care-- it was cold and clammy to her touch. Thankfully, his eyes met hers, seeking comfort and fulfillment in her soul. Meeting his gaze, Kim continued along the dimly lit hallway behind Mr. Von Braun. Ron shot his best friend a sorrowfully smile and squeezed his hand in hers again. Suddenly the two companions were assaulted by the early morning sunlight. Squinting, they hurried towards the streamline jet waiting in the parking lot.
The sun beat radiantly on the seemingly endless body of water to their left, creating a reflecting the clear brilliance of the sky above. Kim's soul begged for just a few more minutes of serene beauty before returning home, but Kim's head denied her heart. She had to get home, she had to be there for Ron.
A staircase fell lethargically to reach the ground just as the three arrived. Mr. Von Braun hurried up the boarding ladder without hesitation, followed by Kim, who had gently released Ron's hand to walk up the narrow flight of stairs. Mr. Von Braun wasted no time showing them where to sit for the return trip.
There were two linked chairs, scarcely used but with a small rip on the upper right chair. Kim gazed checked the small compartment. Satisfied with their ride, she and Ron took the adjoined seats as the plane got ready for liftoff.
Kim tossed a fleeting look at Ron next to her, who was finally escaping his self-pity. Kim was at a loss as to how to comfort the blond boy beside her. Lost, baffled and worried, he looked so much older and mature then she was used to. Ron looked ready to cry, so unsure—Kim didn't blame him. She slid an arm around his shoulders and he shot he a perplexed glance. Pulling him to her, Ron laid his head on her shoulder and pulled his arms around her waist.
"Kim… I'm scared" His voice broke and Kim was lost as to how to help him.
"It's okay Ron, I'm here. It will be okay."
"Do you think everything's going to be okay?" Ron asked, pulling from her embrace to question.
"I'm sure everyone is fine. Your mom freaks over everything. She probably just saw your history test mark" Kim answered with a smile gracing her face as she joked with her best friend.
"Funny Kim" Ron retorted as he pulled her close again. "As long as I have you, everything has to be okay. You can do anything, right?" It was a rhetorical question but Kim answered regardless.
"Absolutely, everything will be fine."
Suddenly Ron tensed and whispered to Kim, almost afraid "I think I broke the Kimmunicator…"
"I know Ronny," Kim answered; calling him by the name she had called him early in their friendship. "It's okay".
Ron seemingly took her words for the truth as she felt this body melt back into hers. She pulled him closer, wanting to hold him until everything in the world was okay. He was so sweet, so pure and innocent. He didn't deserve this.
So the two friends laid together the rest of the trip, Ron with his hands gently grasping her waist, head resting on her shoulder. Kim had one hand on Ron's back and the other gently caressing his short hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Mr. Von Braun glanced back and smiled imperceptibly at the two friends. He'd always known there was something there.
Turning to the pilot next to him with a playful laugh, held his hand out, palm up. "You owe me $20.00 Geoffrey".
"Yes sir" Geoffrey responded with a goodhearted laugh. Urging the pilot to increase their speed, the man opened his briefcase to do some menial paperwork.
Within an hour, the jet had reached Middleton airspace. The plane began a graceful decent to the earth, the pilot guiding the ship with practiced ease. The Geoffrey proceeded towards the coordinates of Kim Possible's sidekick's home as requested my her webmaster. As the jet touched down, Mr. Von Braun peeked into the connected room behind the cockpit. He saw the two were in the same position as before and beamed knowingly. Sitting up straight, pretending not to see the friends he shouted back, "We have arrived in Middleton, Kim Possible."
Kim looked up and released Ron carefully from her arms. Kim nodded her confirmation with a grateful smile, a composed affirmation, and quick thanks. Mr. Von Braun assured Kim anytime she needed a ride, he would be more then happy. Kim wholeheartedly thanked him for the speedy return home. As soon as the boarding ladder had descended, Ron was off the plane.
Kim was about to race after him when a loud sound interrupted her. Her Kimmunicator laid in disregard on the seat next to her, apparently mislaid by Ron. "BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP" the Kimmunicator screamed, apparently offended at being damaged. Without thought Kim jumped from the ramp and clicked the answer button.
"Wade? I thought the Kimmunicator was broken." Kim looked perplexed.
Wade looked nervous and slightly irked. "Hey Kim. Ya, I fixed it, just took a while. Anyways, I think I know what's up with Ron's family…"
Kim was hopeful. Wade always figured out what the emergency was. Kim was already mentally preparing herself when Wade's voice interrupted her thoughts "… but you're not going to like it."
Curiously Kim glanced at the screen when suddenly from Ron's house his voice burst out in an earsplitting tone "YOU CALLED WHY?"