Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. I do not own Supergirl, my birthday is coming up and I may bet a Supergirl figure though. This work should not be seen as an usurpation of the rights that the owners have, it is a work to show the love of the respective shows.

Authors Notes: Eckles: The point with Silent Bob's speech in Chasing Amy is still valid; the fact that the exact opposite of what he said was understood is not. There were times when I was dating my wife that I had to remember the scene myself. If one goes back and puts it in context then it means, 'No matter what the person has done before, what they want and/or need now is you. So don't Fup.' I could be wrong though.

Kim stood in the shower and let the warm water course over her skin. After lathering up and rinsing her hair she just let herself be surrounded by the steam. She breathed deeply and started to think.

Kara gave me all but a push to sleep with Ron. Not sleep, to well… I still can't say that about Ron. I know he… GRR, why is it so hard to say. I fuck my boyfriends some times. Kara fucks other guys. Ron FRRR…Ron pleases the women he is with. There… He pleases me, but not that way… Come on Possible SAY IT! Ron fucks his dates. I said it, finally. Why was that SO hard? To hear them talk that isn't the only thing hard. Stop it, stop it, and stop it. It is true; they all talk about it around campus, before that it was in school. I can't believe that him and BONNIE? Though I remember that one time that we told Wade to hand off all requests for the weekend and I went up to the mountains with my parents, Bonnie came to school Monday walking funny, said she had ridden a horse too long and Ron wouldn't tell me who put the smile on his face… It was right there the whole time and I couldn't see it.

Kim slowly turned off the water and let herself drip dry before she grabbed her towel and finished drying off. She wrapped her hair in a towel and opened the door. She looked out and there were the two blonds still sitting at the table talking over cups of coffee. She didn't interrupt them and walked to her room, shutting the door behind her.

She logged onto her computer and pulled up her journal. Writing these things out might help, she thought as she sat down.

JOURNAL ENTRY: I have found out that my best friend may have romantic thoughts about me. Well, maybe not romantic, but at least sexual, to top it all off so might his girlfriend. They didn't say it directly to me that they did. It was hinted at? It was an innuendo, maybe. They told me about their relationship and how it worked and that they would be 'with' other people but still a couple. He lives here she in Kansas, but can be here at almost anytime. I can't honestly say that I haven't thought of him in that way. The talk that I hear has made me curious, but we have been friends since the all the other sex has cooties stage. We both have caught each other in stages of undress and it has embarrassed us both. Were we embarrassed because we were caught in stages of nudity, or was it because we wanted more and were afraid of what the other might say?

I know neither of them would coerce or even needle me into doing it, much less come out and ask it right away. Part of me wishes that they would. That would give me a reason to yell and scream and let them know how wrong it is. (She paused at the keyboard and sighed at her promise to herself never to backspace in her journal.) No, not wrong, just something that I don't agree with. It makes them happy; it works for them. It goes against everything that I have been taught and believe. You love one person and one person only. That is how I was brought up. …but if that is the case then how can you love your mother and father and siblings and friends… I just need more time to think.

She saved the file and sighed a deep sigh from the trenches of her soul. She looked at her closet door; she knew she had that new dress that she wanted to parade around. Another sigh brought her to the door of her room. She opened it, and upon seeing the two still at the table. "Okay, we will go out tonight. But no freaky stuff when I am around okay?"

"Freaky stuff, KP?"

"The relationship type freaky stuff."

"Kim, it's not freaky, only different."

"I know, Kara, but I am dealing with it by saying freaky. Shego's glowing hands were freaky at first, but now they are expected. Same thing applies; give me time to absorb it all."

The two looked at each other and turned to face the red head, "KP, we can give you all the time that you need. Just keep an open mind."

"And if anything starts to happen we will either stop, or make sure we take it somewhere else."

"Superhero scout's honour?"

Kara held up her right hand and crossed her heart with her left, "Yep."

"Good enough for me."

"What about Ron?"

"I know he won't back down on it. I know where he sleeps."

Kim heard him mumble something but couldn't make it out. "What was that? Out with it, I didn't think we had secrets in here."

"I said, promises, promises."

Kim turned redder than her hair. "I'm going to get ready; I suggest that you two do also." She went back into her room and shut the door. And when she dropped the towel realized that the blush had consumed her entire body.

NOTE: Sorry that this is a short chapter, but it ends well here. The next one will be out and about on the town.