Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, and all other copyrighted content is property of Disney.

Please r&r. This is my first fan-fiction.

This is a longer one. Things are warming up to their 'T' level rating. Nothing bad, but definitely not for the kiddies. I know your tired of just fluff, don't worry. Next up will be some action followed by…well you'll just have to wait and see.

Chapter 7 Adjustments

Kim sat quietly on the couch in Ron's living room waiting on her friend to finish loading his dishwasher and cleaning the cooking utensils from their evening meal. After they had departed the hospital Ron had driven her the 'long way' back to his house, he had wanted to give her the grand tour of Miami, not that she could see anything, but he patently tried to describe everything important that he wanted her to experience. Ron owned a convertible which allowed her to smell and hear everything which, in some cases, she would have rather not. It was a kind gesture and Kim understood that Ron was doing his best to not only help her feel comfortable but to also quell both of their fears about the little reunion they were experiencing. Ron had not said much about it since yesterday, but Kim knew he was still a little uneasy about the whole thing. She was too, but this time she was determined to be the strong one, for once, and see this through.

After they had completed the little tour of the city Ron had taken her back to his house. She could not see it, but apparently it was an impressive beach front property just down the street about half a mile from the restaurant Ron worked at. He had defiantly surprised her when he revealed that the house itself was only eight months old, and that he himself had bought the land, commissioned an Architect to design it, and built the house. She would have never expected Ron to make that kind of investment, nor that he had that kind of money.

"About that KP, it seems that the naco royalties did not just end at the first check they sent me; although it was for the most about of money. When my dad found out what happened the first time he wrote them and arranged all of the checks thereafter to come directly to him. He put them in a trust fund I could not touch till I was 21." Ron had said. "So what about college, why did they make you work so hard to pay for it when you had the money to go anywhere you wanted right then?" Kim had asked, shocked that his parents would keep something like that from him. "Well it seems that was dad's idea of a character building exercise. He said that if he had just given me the money I would have done the same thing again. So, he and mom decided that I should work to pay my own way through school so that I could learn the value of money. I can't really blame them, they might have been right."

"So how much are you worth?" Kim had teased.

"We'll not that it is any of your business, KP, but let's just say that multi-millionaire would not be out of line. After I did get the money I took part of it and invested it, I used some of it to pay off all mine and my families debts, and bought myself and my parent's new cars. It went a long way, and I still get a check every quarter, some of it is saved, some invested, and some of it I give to charities. I'm not as rich as I was from the first royalty check, but I am a lot happier with it."

"Wow, now who are you and what did you do with the real Ron! The guy I know would have let that go straight to his head." Said an amused Kim, Ron just laughed.

He set about describing the house as best he could. It was a two bedroom, three bath beach house. You entered into the double height living room space that was open to the kitchen. The house faced the beach and the south wall was made of almost entirely glass. A deck in the same concrete as the floor spilled out beyond the glass inviting the ocean to become one, visually, with the deck floor. A hallway off one side of the kitchen lead to the guest and master bedrooms, across the hall stood two bathrooms, and a pantry. Stairs hovered over the living room separating the entry from the living space. Upstairs was a workout room, office, and another bathroom. In total the house was about 2200 square-feet. A tiny house compared to the 5000 square-foot monsters around it. Kim hoped she would be able to see it before she left.

After they had gotten inside Ron had opted to cook lunch before he gave her the grand tour and showed her to the guestroom, where she would be staying. Kim discovered that she was extremely glad Ron had decided to help her out. She could eat herself if the food was self contained, like a burrito, which you could pick-up and just shove in you mouth without having to see the portion you got. Food that required utensils was out of the question though; someone would actually have to feed her. She was mortified enough that it had to be done, but with a stranger it would have been unbearable. Ron was patient with her, and did not make too many jokes, but he still had to let a few fly.

Once lunch was accomplished they toured the house, only not in the wheelchair. Kim insisted that she had to walk to keep her strength up, and for once the overprotective Ron agreed. It had been slow going. He allowed her to feel her way around the house, helping her out here and there when she came to doors or near breakable objects. She explored the entire downstairs; Ron had even let her venture into his bedroom, although he had taken a minute to clean up before he allowed her to enter. After she had become quite familiar with the guest bedroom they unpacked the clothes Wade had sent her. When they were done they talked for a while and he began to cook dinner.

Kim was ready to ask him about this morning, she had put it off tell now, but her curiosity was going to get best of her yet. So she decided that once he was done with the dishes, it would be a good time to ask.

"Ron." Kim said as he sat down in the recliner beside the couch she was sitting on.

"Yeah, KP?"

"What were you and Agent Rightsman talking about while I was in the examination this morning?" Oh Lord, here it comes, Ron lamented.

"We were talking about Global Justice's offer about the missions."

"What did you decide?" He knew it was a demand for an explanation, he already knew she had surmised his answer by the tone in her voice.

"Well KP, I told him that I would do it. I have their backing, and Wade is going to be my tech."

"Ron, I really don't think you should be doing this. Like you said, you have been out of the game a long time."

"Sorry Kim, it was my decision to make. I stand by it, you need the rest, and they need the help. I'll be fine, I may have been out of the game a long time but I think the Ron-man's still got it." He could tell by her movements and mouth that she was starting to get angry.

"Look Ron, it was not only your decision to make! For one the villains are MY responsibility, not yours. You have not been a member of Team Possible for six years, and I'm not going to let a civilian take on villains just to get a vacation. There's Wade too, he has a say so in this as well." Kim huffed getting angrier at Ron by the minute, not because he agreed, but because he did so without asking her.

"Kim, I already talked to Wade, he backs me up. As for a civilian, I AM a Global Justice agent weather you like it or not. It was MY decision to make because it's MY life, and I can handle the villains!"

"No you can't! They are different from when you were last on the team! I won't allow you to do this Ron. I am the senior officer here and…" Kim had started to scream at him. Now Ron was angry, she may be blind and hurt but she had no business telling him what he could or could not do.

"I CAN handle the villains, and I do not need your approval to do so. Goodnight KIM." Ron roared as he got up and headed towards the stairs, leaving a startled Kim sitting in his living room. He needed to go workout, since he had missed the last couple of days, and he wanted to meditate. It would help him release some of the anger before he yelled a Kim some more.

Kim started to cry. They had been in fights before, when they were best friends and when dating, but this one was different. Ron was so angry sounding, and so forceful. He had never sounded like that to her before. Now she may have just ruined all the progress they had started to make in becoming friends again. After an hour or so of sitting, crying, and thinking she dejectedly made her way to the guest bedroom and flopped herself down onto the bed. Unless Ron took pity on her and came in to get her clothes out she would be unable to change into her bedclothes that night. She could not see them for one thing, and for another she could not remember where they had unpacked them into the dresser. He was also supposed to keep an eye on her wounds, and help treat them, but at the moment she did not care about any of that. After a little while a knock came through the door.

"KP." Ron asked from behind the door.

"Go away." She said dejectedly.

"Kim, I know you're mad, and I'm sorry for yelling at you. I know you just want to do what you think is best, and to protect me, but please can I explain myself."

"Oh, alright. You can come in." Kim said as gruffly as she could muster in her current state of being halfway between crying and cussing him out. Ron came in quietly as Kim pulled herself up into a sitting position on the bed. He stood there for a minute just looking at her before he spoke again. She did her best to keep herself mad at him and just pointed her head at the opposite wall.

"Kim, I know you just want to do what you think is best, and I probably should have discussed my decision with you before hand, but I had other factors to also think of as well. We are both adults now and I am making what I hope is the best decision for not only you and me but for everybody else as well. I know the full story on the villains, Wade has kept me up to date, but I still think that it is best. Weather you like it or not my decision is made. I think this is for the best…my heart tells me it's for the best, so that is the decision I am going to stick with." Kim huffed, not as angry as before. She understood what Ron was saying, but it did not mean she had to like it.

"Ron, I know you think that it is for the best, but what happens when you get out there and run into trouble? What happens if you get hurt, or captured or anything else? I won't be there to catch you Ron! I know you did some successful missions on your own when we were in college, and you became a better fighter. It has been six years though, how can you hope to just go out there and pick up where you left off?"

"Kim, I'm not just going to be picking up where I left off six years ago." Ron lowered his voice a little. "There are some things about my life that I am not ready to discuss with you just yet. Let's just say that I'm fairly certain that I will be alright and that I can do some good." Ron said, and then he lightened a little. "Besides, you know the Ron-factor KP, luck is always on his side."

"Alight Ron, I'll leave it up to you. Just know I don't like it." Kim started to laugh now.

"You alright, KP? What are you laughing at?"

"Sorry, I just realized how juvenile we have both been acting. I threw a hissy fit because I did not get my way, and you stormed off." Ron chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess your right. We both did act a bit stupid." Kim started to become curious now. Just what was it that he did not want to discuss with her? He had been vocal about the last few years of his life, delighting in telling her stories about the past few years. Just what was he leaving out? She just pushed it aside for the time being. No sense in prying now, It would just get him angry again.

"So is everything cool?" Kim asked using one of Ron's old phrases. "Yeah KP, everything is cool. A little fight can't break us up." Ron stated, remembering an old fight they had gotten in a long time ago.

"We'll I'm a little tired now, and you have to go back to work tomorrow, so I think it's time I got ready for bed." Kim said, and did her best to look at him expectantly.

"You need me to get out your bed clothes, and help you get into bed don't you?" Ron said with a little smirk in his voice that remotely reminded her of Shego.

"Please." Ron set about getting her clothes out. He paused when it came to underwear, clearly uncomfortable with having to help Kim out in this aspect. "KP…ahh…do you need me to get out your…um…underwear?"

"No Ron, I think I can manage it there." They had put her unmentionables in the top two drawers of the dresser which would be easy enough for her to get to and figure out. She decided it might be a little fun to tease Ron about it though, and get him back for that morning.

"Honestly Ron, It's not like you have not seen them before, and…removed them too…" Kim said letting her voice trail off.

"KIM!" Ron blurted. She could see it in her mind how the blood had drained from his face and the horrified look he gave. She just giggled in response, but could not help but blush at the memories her comment had conjured.

"Nobody likes a tease Kim." Ron grumbled, still blushing himself, glad she could not see it.

In college they had decided as a couple to take that step in their relationship. They both had agreed it was the right time, and they had been safe about it. It was a beautiful memory for them both. It did not seem dirty, risqué, or wrong to either. It had seemed like a natural physical extension of their already very deep relationship. It was a first for both of them. They were in love, and it had been wonderful. Not just the first time, but every time.

When Ron was done laying out her clothing he led her hand to each item and explained what it was, then exited the room to give her privacy.

"Alright Ron you can come back in, I'm dressed." Kim called through the door.

"You ready for your bedtime story, Kimmi-Cub?"

"Har, har very funny Ron. You need to do my nightly check-up before I can go to sleep, so let's get this over with." Kim was wearing a pair of shorts and one her usual midriff baring shirts for nightclothes, so it was easy enough for Ron to attend to her wounds. Kim gasped a little as he touched her, it was enough to make her blush bright red this time. They both knew he would have to do this, but it did not change the fact that it was more than a little awkward for both.

"You alright Kim?"

"Yeah…just...um…you…" Kim mumbled, obviously embarrassed and ashamed that she had put them in a position to be this close.

"It's alright, just relax it's only me." She knew what he meant. Ron would never try to take advantage of the situation, but it did not change the fact that part of her wanted him to…then again, part of her didn't. He finished by removing her eye bandage for a little while. She would be fine as long as she kept her eyes closed. It gave her skin a chance to breath, and him a chance to clean under the bandage with a cool damp washcloth.

"Alright, were done for tonight, time to get you into bed." Ron announced as he finished wrapping her new eye bandage. "Do you need anything else before that though?"

"No, I think we got everything." (She had brushed her teeth earlier when they had their little spat.)

"Alright KP, goodnight." Ron said as he gave her a little hug.

"Ron, I know this is awkward and all, but thanks for letting me stay and putting up with me." Kim said as he began to head towards the door.

"No problem Kim, that's what friends are for, goodnight." Ron replied with a small wry smile, and left her for his own room. This arrangement was going to sir up some pretty powerful emotions in both of them. He had longed for this chance. A chance to get Kim back, a chance to see if what they had left behind was still there. There was also a chance of getting heartbroken again, a chance of failure or rejection. There was also the fact that they had changed over the past six years. They were not exactly the same people they had been in college. What if they had just changed too much, what if they just could not resolve their new differences?

Ron sighed as he got into bed. They were questions he had asked since the night he had brought her into the hospital. He knew he would have no answers till he was waste-deep in the question.