"I see now you don't want me you just want me. One night atop coils of steel twisted just like your mind. I used to respect you, see you as wholesome and containing all the qualities that make a man a true gentleman. So I suppose the last few years have been nothing but an act, some drama play you scripted to reel me into your arms."

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Kim Possible: Betrayal
-Chapter 1-
By Geor-sama
(Original idea by Ron Stoppable)
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The rain fell in undrelenting waves, driven by the howling wind which created a sort of white noise that drowned out the music from the fraternity party. This was of no consiquence to the lone figure trudging down the sidewalk, head bowed and hair hanging limply obscuring vision. The clothes the figure wore clung to the curves of the figures slim, feminine figure.

Her body trembled, obviously from a combination of the rain and crying. Her exposed arms were crossed and pulled in tight against her stomach, in a failed attempt to provide some type of warmth.

Suddenly she stumbled, but righted herself and continued on, a hiccupping sob escaping her as she wondered how she could have been so stupid. How could she have let him do this to her? She wanted to scream, to cry, to do a lot of things. She settled instead for continuing her trek through the elemnts while crying.

Her mind however wouldn't stop, it kept replaying the events of the past hour over and over. Finally it grew so bad that she wanted to collapse and never get up. Her wish was granted a moment later as she tripped over a broken piece of sidewalk, falling to her hands and knees, her tears increasing. Her mind finally grew silent from emotional exhaustion and minutes later she stumbled back to her feet, leaving one of her shoes behind as she continued on. She was bathed for a brief moment by a pair of headlights and she stopped like a deer. The car continued on and she resumed her walk, uncertain of where she was going now.

Soon the vague silhouette of a building loomed out of the rain and she hurried forward, aware once more of her destination. It was her shelter, a home away from home. Her dorm. Hurrying up the rain slicked stairs she passed through the doors and into the dry interior of the building. The lights shone brightly and the soft whir of heating filled the air, which when combined with the rain, was soothing. No longer crying, she quietly climbed the polished wood stairs up to her floor.

The dorm hallway was dry and clean, the floor gleaming with fresh wax the only sign of a storm was the trail of water that she left behind her as she limped to her door. Hand trembling she fished in her pocket before finally producing the key. After several failed attempts she finally managed to slip the key home and enter her dark and empty room; not that it mattered to her, it was home. Leaving the door open allowing the light from the hallway to partially illuminate the room, she stumbled past her roommates empty bed to the mirror hanging on the wall where she hesitated, seeing herself for the first time since earlier that night.

Her round, beautiful face was streaked with mascara and makeup and her red hair limper than she had ever seen it and her green eyes were bloodshot and lacking any sort of life. Oddly, she no longer felt like crying, she had prided herself on how well she looked tonight and now she felt nothing. No emotions, just a deaden sensation. With no reason to continue looking at her reflection she turned only to freeze as her eyes fell on her side of the dorm room.

There next to her bed was a series of framed photographs, each gleaming in the reflected light of the hallway. She walked over slowly, picking one up with a shaking hand. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the picture of her and her boyfriend. They were smiling happily at her from a day not to long ago.

A wounded scream escaped her and she hurled the picture against the wall shattering it. It seemed to unleash her rage, her anger and as the broken frame and glass fell to the floor she grabbed another picture hurling it as well. Once she ran out of framed picture she began grabbing unframed photos ripping them in half. When that was done she grabbed various knickknacks he had bought her and began throwing them. When she ran out of those she striped her bed of the sheets and covers that he had bought her only last week. Finished her anger dissipated as quickly as it had come replaced with only an emptyness that allowed her to only curse his name.

Then she saw a framed picture that had fallen forward and escaped her wraith. Anger blooming she snatched the picture up preparing to hurl it, then froze. Her green eyes widened and she carefully held it in both her hands, anger gone once more. She felt so very small, as if she was five again. How many years ago had this one been taken? She couldn't remember, it didn't matter. Her tears returned in force, falling onto the glass and beading. Her heart broke even more crying even harder, the picture blurring completely.

Her legs gave out and she collapsed with a sickening smack as she clutched the picture to her chest and sobbed uncontrollably. She would continue to do so for the next several hours until her roommate came back to find Kim Possible, fromer teen hero, crying uncontrollably on the floor of their room, clutching a framed picture to her chest.

The bluish-purple neon sliced through the rain, its round headlights struggling to illuminate the road, while its wipers struggled to keep the windshield rain free. Both were just marginally successful, much to the annoyance of the driver. The driver in question was a very attractive young woman of African-American decent, with dark red lipstick that stood out against her chocolate complexion and curly raven black hair.

She glanced at her passenger, an attractive lithe red head young woman that was staring out the passenger side window, then looked back at the radio and adjusted the soft music slightly before returning her attention back to the road. Neither said a word, much as they had for the last hour or so, the only noise the heater and radio. The driver frowned slightly, shifting slightly in her seat as her unease grew.

"Mon,"

The driver jerked in surprise, then looked over at her passenger before looking back at the road "Yea girl?"

The red head, who had been looking at her friend, turned back toward the window her voice tight and low "I just...thank you..." her voice hitched from her emotions and fell silent.

Monique shrugged, turning her attention back to the road "No problem. Like I said, I was heeding home anyway. End of the year and everything." Noting that Kim didn't respond she reached over and raised the volume on the radio slightly, drowned out the rain and what little silence there was.

"Man, I haven't seen it rain like this in a long time." Monique muttered to herself only to jump when Kim answered her.

"It rained like this on graduation. It wasn't raining earlier today, it was a little piece of heaven." Kim's voice was just barely a whisper "We had coffee after class, I should have...he was so..."

"So, your mom and dad know your coming home?" Monique asked, steering Kim away from her obvious thoughts. Kim made an non-committal noise and returned to staring out the window and now Monique knew what Kim was thinking about. Two years of bliss shattered in one night, but hours before that fateful party Kim had had coffee with him.

"Do you think he's mad at me?" Kim asked suddenly, turning to stare at Monique earnestly tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"Kim, girl...I don't think he's the one that needs to be mad." Monique answered softly, in response Kim turned to look back out the window her breath fogging the glass slightly.

"I wonder what he's doing." Kim murmured, closing her eyes.

Monique sighed, noting the barely visible green sign proclaiming this as Middleton the home of Team Possible. Then suddenly she heard an unusual noise, which prompted her to turn the radio off to hear it better. Frowning she glanced at Kim then looked away, for the first ever having seen Kim crying.

After several moments Monique finally eased her car down the unassuming street toward the ranch style house at the end of the block. Coming to a stop directly in front if it she slid the gear into park and turned off the engine, setting there for a moment in silence "Kim, we're here."

The red headed girl opened her emerald eyes, wiping at the dried tear marks on her face, then sat up and turned looking at her friend. Receiving a reassuring smile Kim looked back out her window up at the house that looked the same as it had two years ago.

Monique reached out placing her hand on the other girls shoulder speaking softly "Come on, I'll help you with your stuff." Kim nodded, but remained unmoved which caused Monique to sigh and retrieve her umbrella from under her seat. Opening her door she opened it and climbed out, turning to grab one of Kim's bags from the backseat.

She was pleased when Kim finally climbed out of the car, though disheartened when Kim just stood there getting drenched and letting her back hang from her fingers. The other hand was clutching the same picture frame that she had been holding for the last day since they had left school.

"Kim," she called softly, trying not to startle her friend, Kim glanced at her then followed Monique up the walkway toward the front door. Rain eddied and swirled around their feet, splashing as the walked up the incline of the yard. Then huddling under the slight over hang of the door Monique pushed the doorbell.

"Do you think he hates me?" Kim asked softly and Monique glared at her sharply.

"who care what Josh is feeling? After what he-"

Kim blinked almost owlishly at her friend, speaking softly "I'm not talking about Josh. I'm talking about-" she trailed off, unable to say his name.

Monique blinked then looked away, staring at the door her voice distant "I don't know Kim. I honestly don't know, I haven't seen him since, well the last fight you two had." Monique's statement was the last of the conversation as the door opened revealing Kim's parents, each dressed in bathrobes.

Hugging Kim the two adults invited the girls in, Mr. Possible taking Kim's bag. Mrs. Possible, who was looking sleep haggard but happy, invited Monique to stay the night but politely she declined. Then giving Kim one last hug she turned and stepped back out into the rain, umbrella open and over head once more. Returning to her dry car she sighed, tossing the now closed umbrella onto the passenger seat and started the car up, pulling back out onto the road.

Monique knew Kim needed a friend right now, a best-friend, unfortunately she also knew that she wasn't the one Kim wanted.

Kim quietly studied the room with a sort of detached interest. Her attractive figure was hidden beneath an extremely baggy sweat shirt and pants and her hair hung limply, as if having dried on its own. Kim let out another sigh, realizing that it was the same as it had been two years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago actually, with all that had happened to her recently.

Thankfully she had finally stopped crying, maybe it was just for the night but it felt good not to be. She was so tired of it and it made her feel so weak and stupid. It wasn't like he had actually managed to rape her, but he had tried and that was all she really cared about. She almost shuddered to think about what would have happened if he had actually managed to do it, she'd be arrested for manslaughter she was sure.

Shaking her head she returned her thoughts to the room and almost immediately regretted it. Each item held memories that she refused to let replay in her mind. Memories of a happier time and a memory of one of the most horrible days she had ever experienced. Refusing to accept them she approached her bed, feeling every horrible minute of the last two days.

Easing herself down onto the side of the bed she paused considering the framed picture she had set on the night stand beside her bed. It's glass reflected the light from her lamp, obscuring some of the features of the picture. On impulse she picked it up and kissed the glass where the blond male's forehead was, then set it back on the night stand. She considered its location, the same place it had been for many years until not to long ago.

Frowning she slipped under her covers and felt veyr odd and very cold, despite the warmth of her blankets. Rolling over onto her side she stared at the picture then reached out turning off the lamp. The room was bathed in darkness nearly instantly, the only source of light the dim light from the street lamps. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, curling up tightly talking to the picture in a whisper "I wish I could see you."

Then despite the nearly overwhelming urge to cry she drifted off to an uneasy, tear free, sleep.

AN:

Greetings and salutations. Welcome, once more to 'Betrayal' a Kim Possible story idea by one of the best fan fiction writers, in my opinion, Ron Stoppable. About a year ago he wrote the prologue to this masterpiece and then growing dissatisfied with the fandom, to the point of retirement, offered me the chance to write the rest of it.

Which of course I did, trying my best to make it perfect. I was, after all telling the most complex story I had ever written. Due mainly to the fact that I only had the vaguest and basic of plots that went only to Kim wondering about Ron and where he wound up after High School. This was both a blessing and a curse, because it left me room to play but it also ensured that any mistakes I made were entirely my fault.

I had until the time of the first writing of this fic done only Romance and Fluff Kim Possible stories. This of course is a much more visceral story; more emotional and much darker as it deals with attempted rape, anger, hate and of course Betrayal and the effects such things have.

Now anyone that's read this story before on will notice changes, these changes were done after it was finished. Why, you may ask, change such a great story? Because I've matured as a writer and as such felt that this story needed to be fixed, to remove any errors or mistakes I made the first time through.

I of course removed the flashbacks in this chapter, due to the fact that while good they bogged down the story and served no real purpose. Instead I attempted to make it rely more on the characters to fill in the missing details. Thankfully there were no flashbacks after this chapter in the previous version, so these should be the only major change.

All of that being said, I hope you enjoy this story. If you would like to discuss it, email or IM me...or leave a review with questions or comment and a way for me to contact you.

Enjoy.

Geor-sama