I don't own Kim Possible and Co. Darn.

Ron stared at her incoherently. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he gave up on saying anything.

Kim smiled a bit. "Can you accept the fact that I'm dead – but still here?"

For days on end Ron had longed to see her, for nights he had cried himself to sleep and dreamed about her. Then one morning he wakes up, only to find her sitting in his bedroom.

Again, Ron reached over and poked her. Still solid. "Are you sure you're dead, KP, cuz you don't feel like it," he said in wonderment.

She laughed and stood up, hands on Ron's shoulders. "Ron, for you, I am alive."

Moments passed. Then, Ron felt a smile slowly stretch itself across his face, and he stood up and hugged her tightly.

"For how long, Kim?" he whispered into her hair.

"As long as you need me," she murmured, hugging him back.

As she spoke, Ron felt a tingling sensation on his back where Kim's hands were. His vision went black for a split second before:

A shriek of delight came from somewhere outside of the car. Thirteen-year-old Ron sat up in the back seat and looked out, only to see Kim standing on his front lawn, jumping up and down.

"KP!" Ron jumped from the car and ran towards his friend, his coonskin cap falling away from his messy blonde hair.

Kim met him halfway, jumping onto him.They fell backwards onto the grass, laughing.

"I missed you so much!" Kim giggled.

"Me too," Ron affirmed enthusiastically, pulling himself out from under her.

Kim sat back in the grass and regarded him. "Your mom told me you didn't exactly have the best time at Wannaweep."

Ron shuddered. "Place of evil, KP. Monkeys…I hate monkeys!"

"Monkeys?" Kim asked, surprised.

"Yeah, long story."

"Should we go get some food? My mom gave me money for tacos," Kim suggested.

Ron's eyes lit up. "You bet!"

Kim's face flushed as she pulled her friend up from the ground. "I really missed you," she said again, determined.

"I know, Kim. You've said it at least three times now."

"Do you believe me yet?" Kim asked as they headed up the sidewalk.

Ron frowned and looked at her for a moment. "You're me best friend, KP. I believe you when you tell me something." He smiled. "I'm glad you missed me. I wondered if you were sometimes, sitting there in the dark listening to the monkey scream and the lake bubble…"

"I missed you all the time. And if I have anything to do with it, you're never going to summer camp again. We'd both be committed to insane asylums by the end of the summer." Kim smiled and put an arm around Ron. "Now. Tell me everything."

"Whoa, what was that?" Ron jerked away from Kim, stunned.

Kim blinked. "Oh – it's this thing I can do. I can bring back any memory you or I have, perfectly intact."

"Really?" Ron's eyes grew round.

"It's pretty cool. The whole 'knowing everything after death' thing really works out well." Kim moved away and plopped herself down in Ron's desk chair.

"So why'd you show me that memory?" Ron asked, groping around on the floor for a pair of clean socks.

"I just wanted to show you…how much I miss you. I missed you when I died. That's why I wanted to come back." Kim's eyes left her friend and wandered to the wrestling posters on his wall.

"I didn't know you could miss someone after you died," mumbled Ron, now fishing through a chaotic dresser drawer to find a shirt.

"You can." Kim turned the chair so she wasn't facing Ron.

"So you can remember everything perfectly?" asked Ron in a muffled voice.

"What? Oh, yeah…" Kim frowned and looked back to see Ron struggling into his red shirt.

He poked his head through the neck, looking hopeful. "Even last week's math homework?"

Kim smiled crookedly. "That would be cheating."

Ron knelt down and pulled his sneakers out from under the bed. "I know, I know. No using your powers for evil, only good."

Kim laughed. "Right." She settled back into the chair, looking at Ron satisfied. "I've missed you."

Author's Apology:

I'm really sorry about not posting my third chapter with the rest of the story. I assure you, I am trying to remedy this, but my endless battle with slow Internet connections and ancient computers wages on…