How does it feel?
How should I feel?
Tell me how does it feel,
To treat me like you do?
-Orgy ("Blue Monday")

Betrayal
-Chapter 11-
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Silence reigned in the small backroom for several moments until a tacky suction noise took its place as Josh turned and strode back toward his chair. Turning he studied the other young man, reading the tautness in his stance correctly "I'm glad that got your attention."

"Save it Josh," Ron retorted, eyeing the boy darkly "Lets hear about this snake."

"We can be civilized about this can't we Ron? I mean we are friends..."

"You tried to rape Kim!" Ron snarled, face contorting in badly suppressed rage.

"True enough, but honestly, why dwell on that? I mean I didn't succeed now did I, so look at it like this. I just got over-excited, she's beautiful after all wouldn't you agree?"

"Just tell me whatever the hell it is you want to tell me Josh and then get out of here."

"No people skills at all," Josh muttered before tossing the envelope toward the blond. It landed on the ground and Josh eyed Ron closely "There. Everything in that envelope will fill in all the blanks, it's not a magic pill that'll make everything all better but it will give you two a chance."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, stooping to pick up the envelope.

"You and Kim," Josh sighed "I mean you too belong with each other...you'd have probably even been engaged by now if I hadn't messed things up and if Monique hadn't acted in her own self interest."

Breaking the seal on the envelope Ron pulled out the papers, scanning them with a scowl "These are diary pages, and transcripts of a psychologist..." Looking up he held the packet aloft "What does this have to do with jack?"

"Read them Ron, its obvious if you'd just apply what brains you've got! Those are from and about Monique, you know the witch that convinced Kim to believe me over you two years ago."

"What the hell are you-" Ron started then grunting looked down at the papers. His eyes flickered across the lines, his hands clutching the papers tightening with each passing minute. Looking back up he stared at Josh with a seeking gaze "There is no earthly way this could be true..."

"Oh good God!" Josh exclaimed in exasperation and stormed across the room so that he was within arms reach of Ron, snatching the envelope and papers out of the blonds hands "Give me that," upending the contents onto his hands he tossed the envelope away and thrust the stapled papers back at a startled Ron then held aloft a dog eared photograph "Recognize anyone?"

"Monique," Ron hissed dangerously "I'm guessing that little girl is this Keisha..."

Josh nodded shoving the picture into Ron's chest "That's right genius. I'm telling the truth, that's a picture of her little sister. Taken five years ago and four months before Monique moved to Middleton."

Clutching the papers and picture in his hand Ron studied them a moment before looking up at Josh "Monique was the best actress in school," that said he looked back at the papers.

"Funny ain't it," Josh said slowly "Her little sister dies in a bus accident four months before moving to Middleton and Monique just happens to have everything in common with Kim. Seems to be the best-female friend you could ask for..."

"She did her research," Ron muttered "Josh...do you know what happened that night you and Kim went to your first dance?"

"Just that we had a decent time and that she missed some sort of emergency." Josh retorted, waiting.

"'I could have saved them Ron, if I hadn't turned off the communicator. If I hadn't let myself get distracted'" Ron whispered "She cried so hard, it was her only failure. It's why she's never turned it off since...not till two years ago anyway." Then seeing that Josh was just staring at him Ron sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because I like people owing me favors." Josh snorted.

"You're right, I do owe you," Ron said with a curt nod. Then suddenly, with a slight shift in his shoulders, he drove his fist up into the other boys stomach driving the air out of him in a huge rush. Josh couldn't help but double over from pain and lack of air, clutching his stomach. Gasping for breath he sank to his knees weakly, heedless of the tacky floor. Tears welling up Josh leaned forward, his face coming into contact with the floor. Ron stood there for a moment, gazing down at the former basketball captain.

"Thanks," Ron hissed before spitting on the boy. That done he turned storming out of the back room, slamming the door behind him carrying the picture and papers in a tightly clenched fist.

Monique hummed to herself, handling the thin vegetable knife decently as she sliced and diced the carrots. It was all she could do to keep from dancing, she was so excited. She hadn't been entirely sure last night, she could only guess just how hurt Kim had been, but now it was obvious. She hadn't lost her best-friend, she had lost her first love. That made everything better now, more delicious more clear.

Hand on hip she grinned "No Kim, you eat...I'm not hungry, really." She let a soft laugh escape her as she set the knife aside and scooped up the pieces dropping them into the pot on the stove, stewing them with oil. Humming a little more she turned her attention to the other items needed to prepare the meal. It wouldn't be the best ever made, Lasagna was a very complicated meal to prepare.

Adding the salt she paused, hands shaking slightly. Could she really keep this up, could she keep acting the friend? Keep torturing the girl, should she just get it all over with? To just end it all? Oh, to be done with things at last, to finally have things over with. No more pretending, or hiding, or simpering. No more Kim.

Monique's hands trembled as she remembered Keisha and was forced to blink away a tear "Don't worry Kei, I'll take care of her for you. You'll see, after this I'll get you a bunch of roses." Leaning against the counter she struggled to see through her tears, it had been so hard to pretend that she cared and that she wanted Kim happy. But she kept it balanced by remembering her sister, her precious sister.

Lifting a hand she covered her mouth, crying even harder as she remembered the last time she had seen her little sister. They had fought over who would get to go see their grandparents, Monique had won but she had decided to let Keisha go instead, the very last moment she had seen her sister was as they waved at each other as the bus pulled away. Struggling to get a hold of herself she took a deep shuddering breath and relaxed.

No, it wouldn't be tonight. No matter how hard it was for her, Kim had to suffer however she could manage it. It was what the murderous bitch deserved, the red head would try to recover but Monique would be there and she would make sure she didn't. Kim was suicidal and maybe that would be the better way to end things, to let the 'hero' take they're own life in such a cowardly way.

Recovering her composure Monique wiped away her tears and then, sniffing slightly, picked up the knife to resume her preparations. Each slice was delivered with extra effort as she picture Kim's helpless body beneath the blade. Maybe it wouldn't be tonight, but it would be soon and then justice would finally be done and her sister's memory could rest in peace.

For Keisha.

Ron strode through the crowded streets of the city, mind roaming over everything he'd just learned. Monique was torturing Kim for an accident, all of her concern for the red head was nothing but an act. Lifting the picture of Monique and her sister he studied it for a moment, wondering and thinking about the last two years. He understood Monique lying now, she had wanted to hurt Kim.

So why stick around after she'd ruined the girls life? She wasn't responsible for Josh, it happened without her prompting after all. Why stick around? To torture Kim even more, but how, Kim didn't have much left. He got the feeling Kim was on the outs with her family, she had no boyfriend and the only 'friend' she had anymore was Monique herself. What was Monique going to do, betray Kim in some way for that final bit of pain?

Frowning he turned the corner, glancing up noticing a payphone, should he call Kim and give her a heads up? No, he still hated her...or at least he thought he did. If he could figure out what he felt he could decide what to do, not that it really mattered since he passed the payphone silently.

Continuing his trek through the crowded streets he kept his silent wrestling match up until he reached his destination. The city park, it wasn't massive or expertly cared for, but it offered privacy and he needed that right now. Avoiding eye contact with anyone that happened to be straying through the park he made his way to a secluded bench and sat down heavily, papers dangling from his hand.

Snorting in disgust he dropped them and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands, thinking. What was he going to do? He couldn't figure it out, he wished things were cut and dry like back when he was a sidekick. He wanted Good to be good and evil to be evil, not this world where sometimes good was evil and sometimes evil was good.

Could he sit idly by and allow Kim to be tortured for an accident because she had betrayed him? Yes, he could, but the question was did she deserve to bear this punishment alone since he was just as guilty? He would be betraying her if he let her face this alone, he knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't find it in himself to go confront Monique.

Lifting his head he stared at the darkening sky, his voice sarcastic "You just like complicating things don't you."

"Owww!" A little girl suddenly shouted and Ron jerked around to see what had happened. The girl was young, maybe six years old, with a cute button nose and red hair. Clutching her knee where she was now sporting a small cut, she blinked away the large tears welling up in her green eyes.

Ron started to stand when a boy, skinny and blond with freckles, came running up looking worried.

"Are you OK?" he asked anxiously and when the girl nodded through her crocodile tears he knelt next to her, looking as if she had been put in the hospital "My mommy says a kiss makes everything all better," he offered innocently and the girl nodded again. Leaning forward he planted a kiss on her cut knee and then looked up at her "All better!"

The girl sniffled but nodded, then hugged the boy tightly "You're my best-friend!"

Ron turned away snorting, only to be greeted by another red head. This one was in her pre-teens, with braces, and she was staring at him bashfully. "R-ron...thank you..."

"For what?" Ron found himself asking "Why don't you go-"

"I-you really are my best-friend, always there for me...I was so worried what mom would think about what happened...ya know with-" Kim continued and Ron paled slightly shaking his head violently to look clear the memory away, refusing to relive that moment.

He found himself staring at the picture of Keisha, wondering and thinking, what would that little girl want him to do? Would she want him to let Kim suffer or to stop her sister from a huge mistake? Why was this so hard, he hated Kim. Yet even as he thought it, he felt how flimsy that feeling was.

No! He hated her, she deserved this torture. Let Monique do whatever the hell she wanted, it didn't matter if it was an accident or if he was just as guilty as Kim. Kim deserved this pain, he hated her and she deserved it and that was it.

Then, for no explainable reason, he looked up and found himself staring at Kim from two years ago.

A Kim from that night in the tree house.

She stared at him intently, not saying a word, just staring. He withered under her gaze and tried to look away but couldn't "You're more than my best-friend. You're always there for me when I need you," this Kim whispered "I love you."

Closing his eyes he leaned forward, running a hand through his hair. Taking a deep breath he let it out slowly before lowering his hands, scooping up the papers staring up at the now empty space in front of him "Fuck," he muttered and stood walking out of the park.

Frowning Justine parked her car, busy thinking about the teachers meeting. It had went badly in her opinion, but she was a new teacher and nobody really cared what she thought about it. Sighing she grabbed her soft briefcase and her keys climbing out of her car. She shifted her attention to the parking garage, uneasy in such an environment. Here she was isolated and easy prey.

Setting a hurried pace she strode across the concrete garage, her heels click-clacking off the floor to echo in the cavernous space. Uneasy she reached the steel door leading to the stairs, this was the worst part because it was so confined. Still swallowing her fear she continued on her way, climbing down the stairs and then crossed the last floor, skirting the parking garage office and stepped out into the crowded sidewalk.

She stood there, disorientated for a moment like always then turned slipping through the crowd heading for her apartment building at the end of the block. Now her mind, free from teachers and from her parking garage fear, drifted to Kim. She felt horrible, not only for leaving Kim alone most of the day but for what Kim had lost. Unlike Monique, Justine had a very good guess at what exactly Ron had really meant to Kim.

The tall blond shivered, she could remember their fight in high school. It had been a blow to the schools spirit, those two had been best friends for so long that to see them fight made everybody realize just how tenuous relationships were. It was a heavy blow that had even changed Bonnie. Nobody that knew those two had really been able to adjust to the change, except for Monique.

Justine felt herself scowl considering that fact, why was it that though everybody else was rocked by Kim and Ron's fight Monique seemed happy and excited? Why did she work twice as hard to pretend like Ron had never existed and to keep everybody away from Kim. That had always bothered Justine, because there was no logical answer. No reason for Monique's actions.

"Justine!"

The shout caused her to jerk and turn in surprise, her eyes seeking out the person that had shouted her name. Then her gaze spotted him, he was pushing his way through the crow not even muttering apologies. He was still dressed for work, and he was looking reluctant. When he finally reached her he sighed, taking a few deep breaths to recover.

"What do you want Ron?" Justine asked after a moment, wondering what had been so important that he would be here instead of at work. The blond shifted slightly, frowning slightly "Well?"

"You're keys," Ron answered softly "I need to talk with Kim. Alone."

"Oh, right sure...I'm going to give the keys to my apartment to the guy that shattered Kim." Justine retorted starting to turn as if that was the end of the conversation, only to stop when he grabbed her arm.

"I'm serious Justine. Look," that said he produced a set of folded papers from where he had shoved them into the back of his jeans "A friend gave me these. Five years ago Kim turned off her communicator and something bad happened, something really bad. Something Kim's never forgiven herself for."

Justine frowned reading the papers as he let her arm go. Her frowned deepened and she looked up slowly, trying to piece things together. It should have been easier, now with everything in front of her, but there were still questions unanswered. But Ron wouldn't answer them, he was here for only one reason: to warn Kim. That much was obvious, which meant the right choice for Justine to make was to hand over her key to the apartment.

"Do you understand? This is the only time Kim, we, ever failed...and now its coming back to finish her off."

"I know," Justine nodded, then fishing in her pocket handed over the keys to Ron. Eyes boring into his, Justine tried to understand what could have forced him to do this. He had made it clear to Kim and everyone else that he hated her, that he wanted nothing to do with her and didn't care what happened to her; yet here he was, doing something totally contradictory to that feeling. Why? Did it matter?

Clutching the keys tightly Ron's face hardened and he nodded "Thanks,"

Justine didn't say a word, just watch as he moved past her and started down the street weaving his way through the crowd easily. It wasn't until he had disappeared into the crowd that she realized what could have forced him to do this, forced him to be the voice of warning once more.

Once she realized that, everything took on a whole new bitterly-beautiful shape.

Humming to herself Monique lifted the tray of lasagna, taking a cautious sniff. Her mouth watered ever so slightly at the scent and she smiled, satisfied that she had finally prepared a meal that was fit for human consumption. To bad it was made exclusively for Kim, but considering that she needed to keep things as they were it was only fair. Placing the tray on the kitchen table she picked up a knife, starting to slice the lasagna into sections.

"Kim!"

Monique spun, eyes wide in surprise. What was he doing here! Raging silently she stormed out of the kitchen, forgetting about the knife in her hand. She met him in the living room where he was looking around for Kim. Why was he here? Could he have figured her plans out? No, that was impossible. He was too stupid for that, too blind. He was just here to shout and rage at Kim, or to apologize. Either way she couldn't let him.

Seeing the tautness around his eyes as he stared at her she assumed an aggressive tone "Just what the hell do you think your doing here? Get out this minute!"

"Not until I get some answers," Ron retorted darkly, eyeing her closely "I was going to warn Kim first though, but we can talk first."

"Fuck you." Monique hissed, eyes narrowed. What was he playing out, warn her about what? How could he possibly know what she had been doing for the last five years?

"No thanks," Ron answered "I prefer my women in the non-crazy variety."

"You-!" Monique hissed then caught herself, knowing that he was picking at her. That some how, this idiot had figured out everything even when the great Kim Possible herself had been fooled. But he hated Kim, maybe if he had it explained to him, maybe he would let her go on. Maybe he would help her. "You want to talk, lets talk."

"Fine," Ron said after a pause "I know about Keisha, I know about the accident. I have proof, I just want to know why."

"Why what?"

"Why keep going?" Ron gestured at her "You keep pretending to be her friend, even now. After she's lost everything, her boyfriend tried to rape her, she's in a spiral of depression Monique."

"Because I hate her!" Monique spat "Keisha was the most innocent, most pure...she was the one person I ever...when Kim took her away from me...It wasn't an accident, I know that's what she told you and the news. But she did it on purpose, because she wanted to be with Josh and wanted to show the world that without her we were at the mercy of 'accidents'."

"But why stay now? You've ruined her life, isn't that justice? What else could you possibly do to her?"

Monique began to pace slightly, growing more and more agitated by the minute, why didn't he understand? But he wasn't shouting for Kim, so he was giving her a chance to convince him "I can do a lot. Her life is nothing to me, I want her reputation ripped to shreds. I've got it planned, it'll be so easy too. First I get her one some drugs, get her good and hooked." Smiling she paused staring at him "Once I've got her that strung out then I'll get the guys involved, the ones she loathes. I'll convince her to charge for her 'help' to them...and then when her reputation is gone I'll put her down like a dog. Slowly and Painfully, but it'll be over."

Ron was silently for a moment, staring at her levelly then shook his head slightly in disbelief "Did you just hear any of what you just said? You're going to turn her into a junkie and then a whore, that's..."

Monique smiled moving toward him slowly, not breaking eye contact with him "It's justice Ron. Plain and simple, you can't tell me it doesn't give you a delicious thrill to think about. She's hurt you almost as much as me, this is her punishment and you can help. If you go in there right now, she'll take you because she still loves you-"

"No," Ron growled coldly cutting her off as he squared his shoulders "This isn't punishment Monique. This isn't even revenge, this is insanity. I'm only going to ask once, because she wouldn't want you to do this; Do you think Keisha would want you to go this far because of an accident?

"Don't you dare!" Monique shrieked "It wasn't an accident! If Kim had shown up Keisha would be alive! She did it on purpose!"

"It was a mistake!" Ron shouted back "KP has been torn up about it for five damn years, she memorized everyone of the passengers names and she had nightmares about it! But you wouldn't know about that would you, you've been too obsessed with your own fantasy world looking for someone to blame!"

"Stop it," Monique said softly, her vision blurring from her tears as she took an involuntary step away from Ron, who was now looming before her. How could he not see, how could he not understand and want to help? "Just stop. You'd never understand, never!"

"Killing Kim won't bring Keisha back..." Ron said as he moved toward her slowly, eyes staring to her hand.

"You don't get it!" Monique screamed suddenly, hands coming up forcing him back "I want to show everybody that Kim's not a hero. That she let a little girl die because she wanted to dance with a boy! Kim's a selfish bitch, I've heard you tell her that! You know its true, you shouldn't be here trying to stop me. Keisha deserves justice!"

"She's not selfish when it comes to saving people," Ron retorted evenly "She made a mistake because she's human. Keisha would understand that, she'd forgive her I think. I'm not saying she's perfect, I'm not saying I don't think she doesn't deserve punishment, she does, but what your wanting to do isn't it. It's wrong."

"For Chirstsake Ron, how can you possibly defend her after what she's done to you! My god, she ruined your life...you should want her dead, you hate her!"

"I can defend her because it's as much my fault Keisha's dead as it is hers. I was Kim's partner, I could have gotten out of that closet if I wanted to. If I had taken some responsibility instead of forcing Kim to bear it all. That's my sin Monique, and I'm as guilty as Kim. I may hate her but I don't want her dead, I've never wanted her dead."

Monique roared like a wounded animal at that, lunging forward as he tried to dart around her. It was instinct, he wasn't going to help her and he was calling for Kim again, her hand arched up and she felt liquid spreading down her fingers. Eyes wide she stumbled away, looking at her hand covered with blood then up at Ron who was stumbling back as well, clutching at the knife in his stomach.

Monique tripped without meaning to and landed on the ground heavily, her mouth open in shock. His face seemed to be paling, his white shirt was turning crimson around the knife handle. She watched as his mouth worked silently trying to say something, then he slipped and collapsed with a thud. He looked at her and Monique was lost, his gaze wasn't of anger or hate, but of pity. Total pity.

Ron lifted his hand away from his stomach, holding the bloodied fingers and palm out in supplication.

"Ron!"

Monique jerked around as Kim's voice echoed through the apartment, she saw only a shadow as the red head ran across the room and with a rustling of clothes leaped the couch to land heavily in front her. Kim remained there for a moment then scrambled toward the wounded boy, collapsing to her knees once she reached his side. She didn't shy away from the blood, ripping his shirt open the best she could to see what had happened.

Monique felt her shock replaced with smug satisfaction. This was better, Kim would see her best friend, her lover, die and she'd believe Monique when she told how he tried to force his way past her. That would shatter her beyond anything, it would make her easier to manipulate. Climbing her way back to her feet she added just the right note of panicked disbelief to her voice "H-he attacked-"

"Shut up," Kim commanded softly as she stood, turning to face Monique. Her face was contorted into something terrible "I heard everything! He was trying to warn me, to save me...and you tried to kill him!"

"No he-" Monique stammered trying to come up with something but then gave up. It didn't matter, she could kill Kim now and claim the two of them had killed each other. Perfect justice. "Heh, forget it. Yea, he was trying to warn you. I didn't mean to kill him, but oh well no big loss."

"Do you hear yourself!" Kim demanded.

Monique shrugged eyes narrowed "I can hear just fine bitch. I've spent five years waiting and he ruined my plans...I won't get to hurt you like I wanted, I won't get to make you suffer like you deserve, but I can at least give Keisha some comfort by taking your life."

"It was a mistake and an accident Monique, I'm sorry. I've cried myself to sleep for everybody I let down that day, but this isn't right. This is insane." Kim shook her head, her sadness welling up in her eyes "I'm sorry about Keisha, Monique I'm more sorry than I can ever tell you. But Ron was wrong, this was all my fault. My responsibility. I was the one that thought I could save the world...it cost me a childhood Monique. It cost me everything..."

"Wow," Monique said in mock sympathy "I'm just so sorry. I'll go away and leave you alone cause I understand and forgive you. No biggie..." she frowned "You're the crazy one if you think I'm going to believe that. Anybody that could take someone like Ron's heart and rip it to shreds isn't worth believing. I mean, he actually loved you and what do you do? You kick him to the curb for a moron that looks good in speedos."

"Bitch!" Kim shouted; her green eyes narrowing in fury.

"You deserve to die, you even tried that not to long ago remember? You have nothing now, Ron's gone and your all alone with nothing and nobody. All alone." The satisfaction Monique felt was quickly erased as Kim charged across the space between them, slamming into the raven haired girl. Her shoulder drove the air out of Monique even as she was bent over the back of the couch, Monique tried to retain consciousness as Kim rained a fury of blows down on her.

The pure fury of the onslaught was enough that Monique found herself unable to retaliate, Kim was a woman possessed. Desperation firing inside her Monique managed to get her fingernails onto Kim's' face and begin to claw, gouging as best she could. Then before either could prove to be the winner, they both over balanced flipping over the couch so that Kim grazed the table with her head while Monique hit her knee.

Shaking her head Monique pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. Suddenly her mind caught up with the present and she looked around wildly for her attacker. She smiled gleefully seeing Kim laying out on the other side of the table, apparently stunned.

Now was her chance, now while Kim was helpless.

Struggling to her feet she stumbled around the table and collapsed on top of Kim her hands finding their way to the red heads throat. "I'm going to choke the life out of you," Monique hissed tightening her hold "Just you and me, your alone. Now die, die and let the world see how pathetic you were." She felt Kim start to thrash beneath her but Monique maintained her grasp, pinning Kim's arms with her knees as best she could "How does it feel to have nothin-"

Monique was cut off as Kim managed to keep an arm free and slam the fist into her jaw. Monique's world flashed with pain, forcing her to release her hold on Kim's throat. The red head was quick to press her advantage, shoving Monique off of her completely. No sooner was Monique on her back than Kim planted a hard knee to the other girls stomach followed by punches aimed solely at Monique's face. Each blow brought a fresh wave of pain, pushing Monique closer to unconsciousness.

Feebly the girl attempted to cover up, trying to plead for mercy "P-please...Kim...stop...please..." Kim hesitated finally and Monique lowered her hands hopefully, lip and nose bloodied. Then with a roar of anger Kim threw one last punch that with a dull cracking sound dislocated Monique's jaw and knocked her out.

Struggling to her feet Kim stumbled backwards, staring down at the motionless figure on the floor. Conflicting emotions raged on her features, then she glanced in Ron's direction. Her anger and hate and fury faded into the background leaving only fear, unsteadily she made her way around the furniture and collapsed next to him. She checked his wound, noting how shallow his breathing really was. It wasn't bleeding that much, the knife had to be stopping the blood flow for the moment.

Turning her eyes away from the stomach she found herself staring into his hooded, unwavering eyes. Reaching out she ran her fingers along his cheek, her tears beginning to fall. Without breaking eye contact she reached down and took his hand, clutching it tighter than she had ever clutched anything. She took little comfort in how tight he was clutching hers back, all she could do was lean forward too kiss his forehead and whisper the only thing she could think of to say "I'm sorry,"

Ron closed his eyes and gave her hand an extra tight squeeze.

Kim wept.

AN:

The question now, for this Authors Note, is what to say. I suppose it'd be best to assure you that all Betrayals have been brought to the forefront.

Another thing to do is to explain the changes to the story. Monique, not Mrs. Possible, was to originally be the main Betrayer/Villain. Unfortunately I wasn't happy with such a concept. This of course left a slight problem, as I reread what had been written previously I realized that anything I did to insert Mrs. Possible as the villain could create plot problems. Thankfully it had been so long since I updated that nobody would catch it, or it was just me that noticed the conflicting information. Either way once the idea to insert Mrs. Possible, who slipped easily into the role, was set things were easier.

It supplied a better reason for Josh to go to Michigan, why he would bother with Monique's past...and why he would want to put Kim and Ron back together.

Monique unfortunately was a larger problem. Her original reason was no longer believable or viable, so I had to create something else for her. Something that would be not only believable but also make her more human. Mrs. Possible was a sort of distant villain, but Monique was closer. She was on the inside, in Kim's inner circle of friends...she also was the more understandable villain. You could identify with her, maybe even secretly cheer her at the end, whereas Mrs. Possible you could only boo. So in the end Monique had her moment to shine, brighter than originally I think.

Now the last thing to say about this story is this: Nobody.

Annoucments:

'Kim Possible: Project Bliss' hasn't died, it is merely hung up in production. I'm tackling it now that Betrayal is finished. You'd be surprised how much time this gives me, now that I don't have to concentrate on all of those freaky twists.

Also, check in during October where I shall give everybody a nice surprise. It'll be up to you if its a trick or a treat, but either way it'll be up. October 13, which is a Thursday...AdultFanfiction(dot)com will be hosting it since I don't think fanfiction(dot)net will be able to. I've been working on this since around march so I hope it turns out worth the effort.

Sincerely,
Geor-sama