Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, I do not own Supergirl. Disney and DC Comics are lucky indeed.

Kim slid into her dress and fluffed up her breasts to actually give her some cleavage. She could hear Kara and Ron through the thin walls of the apartment. He was teasing her and she was responding. Kim sighed deeply. I just wish I could find ONE guy that likes me and cares for me that isn't a total jerk. She contemplated putting in her ear plugs, but shook the idea out of her head. She left her room and went to the kitchen, pulled the orange juice out of the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass. After she replaced the container and sat at the table to wait.

She looked at the clock, which read six. Nothing really would be getting started till later, maybe a movie would be good. She thought of the movies that were out, and the only good ones that she knew of were romance or relationships gone bad ones. The thought of a nice dinner out was an option. She nodded having decided.

She went to the door of Ron's room. "Hey guys, how about a bite to eat before we hit the clubs?"

"Sounds good to me, where at?" asked Kara through the door.

"I thought we would let the gourmand decide. There is always some restaurant or another he wants to try."

"I will when he can answer. He's having dessert right now."

"Kara!"

"Just teasing, Kim, he has his head in the closet trying to find clean socks. Lighten up some okay?" She opened the door and walked out of the room fully dressed. "See I'm already to go."

The dress was almost the match to Kim's, but in red instead of black. "I see we have the same taste, in clothes at least."

"Yeah," Kim turned away.

"KP, I mean Kim, you can talk about this with me you know."

"Thanks for correcting yourself. I know I can, but you are part of what I am working out. I… I always have the answer, or know what to do. But right now I feel like I have been sucker punched, hard." She sat down at the table and took a swallow to the juice. "I know you two wanted to be honest with me. You didn't want me to go off if I saw one of you with someone else and not know if I should tell the other one of you. I thank you for that. I just don't know if I could do what you two are doing. Truth to tell I am a bit possessive."

"No, really? I could never tell," Kara said with obvious feigned surprise. "Kim, we know how possessive you can be. Well, Ron does. He told me back in Smallville. And don't look surprised. He is your friend. He was worried about you seeing me as a threat to your friendship. He cares about you and what you think. He loves you. Not romantically like I said before, but there is a part that fantasized about you. There probably still is one.

We thought it would be best to put everything on the table to make sure there were no underlying secrets. The last thing that I want to do is come between you and Ron. The weird thing is that I see you two as one person, two halves of the whole, a gestalt. I'm not sure if the attraction is because of you or the parts that the two of you share."

"I guess I understand. Explaining the attraction like that helps, a little. It may take some time but I will get used to this. Ron and I are too inseparable for me not to get used to it."

"Bugs you that he is okay with it but you aren't, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, partly."

"Kim, you don't have to compete with him. You don't have to compete with anyone. If the only reason you are trying to think this direction is to prove that you can do it better, then don't. You will be miserable. For me it's natural, it's how I was raised. Ron read Heinlein long ago and when the opportunity presented itself… well, he is like a kid in a candy store."

"I remember when the rumour mill started after the prom. He could literally line them up one after another, some probably two at once."

"He did."

"Not helping. Anyway, I was always asked about 'it'. It took some convincing, but they believed me. I never looked at Ron that way until all the stories started. Then I, just, I don't know, ignored them. It's like hearing something like that about my brothers."

Ron came out of the room. "Finally found some," he proudly held up a matching pair of socks. His red tie matched Kara's dress, and his black pants matched Kim's dress. "Guess we are all colour coordinated, huh?"

"Guess so. So where do you know that is good to eat that won't mind us hanging around for a bit?" asked Kim.

"Well, as matter of fact, I know of this little Greek place that has a very nice menu, low lights, and some of the best Baklava in California. And the wait staff, well, let's just says that Wonder Woman would fit right in."

"Great, cheesecake for you," commented Kim.

"And beefcake for you."

"And a little from column A and a little from column B for me," laughed Kara.

Ron caught a little snicker from Kim and realized that his dear friend would be okay with this in time.