Disclaimer: Still ain't mine…
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! They've been helpful. I understand that its "Shego" not "Sheego" now, the problem is that I can't figure out how to fix it. So, from now on it'll be "Shego" but not in the first chapter. The rest of the chapter's may come slower now because I wrote this story on paper a few months ago but never finished it, and now I'm at the point where I'm making these chapters up as I go now. Please hang with me. Plus, I'll have a proposition for y'all at the end of the chapter, so read to find out.
Chapter 3
Kim awoke to a start after a fitful night of sleep to her alarm clock blaring. She squinted against the streaming sunlight through her window and groaned.
"Great," Kim thought. "Today, I become Bonnie…."
Kim threw off her comforter and rolled out of bed. She moved slower than usual. Kim had never felt depression like this. Guy troubles are one thing, preparing to possibly fully destroy a wonderful lifelong friendship is another.
Kim came to the conclusion the night before that if Ron were to ever know what was at stake…that he was going to die…he would do one of several things. Ron would either not believe her, go, and she wont be able to save him. Or Ron would believe her, tell her that he would be okay, insist he go, and she wont be able to save him. Plus, the whole "seeing-it-in-a-dream" things would probably—no, definitely—freak the poor boy out.
Kim quickly showered, dressed, and made herself up. She stopped to stare at herself in the mirror. She breathed a few deep, cleansing breaths, psyching herself up for maintaining her usually chipper persona. She donned her backpack, grinned, and walked down the stairs.
"Well," Mrs. Possible said as Kim walked into the kitchen. "Homework all done?"
"What?" Kim startled. "Oh, yeah, all done."
"So, you feeling any better?" Mrs. Possible asked, pouring her a glass of orange juice.
"Yeah, Mom, no big," Kim replied, accepting the glass and drinking from it. "Mom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Kimmie. What is it?" Mrs. Possible replied.
"If someone has to…I don't know…hurt someone, like emotionally, to keep that someone from doing something that could physically hurt that someone…that doesn't make the first someone a bad person, does it?" Kim carefully stated, trying to be as vague as possible. She needed some reassuring, even if her mother had no clue what she was talking about.
Mrs. Possible tried to sort out what her daughter said. "Kimmie Cub…is everything okay?"
"You know what? Never mind…no drama," Kim said quickly, wanting desperately to run away, and fast. She grabbed her bag and bolted out the door.
Kim went on autopilot and walked the usual path to school, going right by Ron's house. She had planned to take an alternate route to school so she could plan her approach better. Her mind was racing with all the things she planned on saying to Ron. She realized she was going to Ron's when she could see him on his doorstep.
"Damn!" Kim cried, stamping her foot. She turned to avoid him, but it was too late.
"Kim!" Ron called, standing up and walking towards her.
"Crap," Kim muttered under her breath. She sighed and whispered, "Okay, this if for Ron. Think…Bonnie, but not too bitchy." She whipped around and said, "Hey!"
"You forget something?" Ron asked.
"No, uh, I was just…come on lets go," Kim stammered.
They walked together as they always did. Kim tried to prepare herself to tell him. She would breathe deep, open her mouth to speak, chicken out, and then close her mouth again, mentally kicking herself. She couldn't do it!
"I can't do this to him!" Kim thought.
"Ahh," a little voice in her head replied, "but you have to, don't you? He'll die if you don't."
Ron glanced over at Kim. "You better?"
"Yeah," Kim lied, "a little."
"You will never guess what happened yesterday!" Ron cried excitedly, bouncing on his heels. "I totally got up in Bonnie's face! Oh, it was awesome! She made one of her snide comments, and I was all, 'You better shut your mouth or else!'... well not really, but almost like that. So I knocked the tray on her and dumped her chocolate pudding in her hair!"
"You're kidding!" Kim gaped at Ron. She could help but grin as Ron hastily explained his most recent encounter as if he had downed a large espresso just 10 minutes earlier.
"It happened before I knew what I had done! I thought it was great…until I realized that Brick Flag can probably out run a cheetah," Ron said.
"What happened?" Kim asked.
Ron suddenly grew sullen. "Well, I know that I need to redecorate the inside of my locker."
Kim giggled in spite of herself. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, it's not everyday I get to defend my friends honor," Ron smiled and Kim's stomach dropped. "But I totally nailed Bonnie! Boo-yah!"
Kim's depression hit rock bottom by the time they reached their lockers. As Kim opened the locker door, Wade popped up on the computer screen. Kim sighed; she had to do it sometime.
"Hey Kim, feeling better?" Wade asked.
"Yeah," Kim lied once again, "What have you got on Drakken?"
"I just want to know how you knew it was him! We got this video in from the Physics Lab that shows Drakken and Shego leaving the lab with the Proton Disruptor. How did you know?" Wade exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it," Kim said quickly. "Where are they setting up?"
Wade clicked like mad on his keyboard. "I'm tracking them now, but nothing on where they are setting up."
"It'll be in a warehouse of some kind, I just don't know where," Kim said.
"Teen-hero intuition?" Wade asked.
"Just let me know when you find something!" Kim snapped, slamming her locker door shut.
The day inched along and Kim was becoming more and more anxious about what she had to do; yet she still couldn't bring herself to do it. She had to keep him from coming with her by any means possible. Problem was, she had to find an angle in which to spin it in her favor.
As lunchtime dew nearer, Kim was about to snap. She met Ron at their usual table and waited for Ron to get his food.
"You eating anything?" Ron asked when he sat down.
"No, I'm not hungry," Kim said.
"So any news about Drakken yet?" Ron asked, stuffing his face with mashed potatoes.
"Here we go," Kim thought. "I'm sorry Ron…"
"Uh, no. Not yet," Kim said. "Hey listen, Ron. Um…what would you say if I just took this one?"
Ron looked up. "What?" Ron said, perplexed.
Kim breathed deep to build up her courage. "I mean, this one is easy, and you've got that huge math test this week and I think it would just be better if I handled Drakken this time."
Ron stared at Kim and then burst out laughing. "That's funny Kim! We could never break up the team!"
"I'm serious Ron! I think I need to do this one by myself!" Kim cried, desperate to get him to understand.
Ron grew serious. "Why? Why do you want to be on your own all of a sudden?" He sounded hurt, and offended.
Kim desperately cried, "I don't want you to get—" Kim caught herself and continued, "—an 'F' on that math test of yours."
"I'm gonna fail that stupid test whether I study or not!" Ron cried. "Why don't you want me to come?"
"It's not that Ron! It's just—" Kim was cut off my the bell signaling the end of lunch. Ron glared at Kim, stood up, and marched out of the lunchroom, leaving Kim alone in her misery.
"Okay," Kim whispered. "On to plan 'B'."
Kim zoned out of every remaining class of the day. She just couldn't shake the sad, offended look on Ron's face, and she nauseated by it. She hated herself. Her plan hadn't fully worked yet and she was despising who she was. She had to make him fully understand that he was not coming with her. How she was doing that was a whole other story.
The final bell rang, releasing the students once again. Despite their argument earlier that afternoon, Ron was still waiting for out front as he always did. He didn't look all too happy, but he was there nonetheless.
"Hey," Kim said quietly as she walked up to him.
"Hey," Ron replied back, still with a hint of disdain.
They walked home together in silence. Ron apparently was still upset about their lunch together and Kim was back to building up her courage. She ran through several different ways to drop it on him, each sounding more worse that the other. She couldn't find a good enough reason that would keep him away from that warehouse and possible keep their friendship intact. With a final stab at her heart, she came to the horrible conclusion that their friendship will most likely end forever within the next ten minutes. As they approached Ron's house, Kim sighed mournfully. It was going to be now or never…
"Look, Ron, about this after—" Kim started but was interrupted by the beeping of her Kimmunicator. Kim groaned, now she would have to rebuild her courage all over again.
Kim fished the Kimmunicator from her bad and switched it on. "What's the sitch?" she asked. Ron stopped, looked over her shoulder, and watched the screen.
"I'm stunned Kim," Wade said. "How could you possibly know that Drakken and Shego would set up in a warehouse?"
"Like you said," Kim said, trying to sound nonchalant, "teen hero intuition."
Wade shook his head in wonder. "There is a empty warehouse just outside of Lowerton that Drakken and Shego have been seen entering and leaving a couple of times and I'm sure that's where they are setting up base."
Although Kim knew that they were going to be in a warehouse, she had no idea where it was located. Her dream didn't tell her that.
"Ok, great, Wade!" Kim exclaimed. "Thanks so much!"
"Do you want me to upload the coordinates into the Kimmunicator?" Wade asked.
"Please and thank you!" Kim cried. The Kimmunicator beeped and the coordinates and address popped up on the screen, then shut off.
"Good, I'll get to the warehouse first thing tomorrow," Kim said, not fully realizing that Ron was behind her.
"What?" Ron cried, causing Kim to jump. "Don't you mean 'we'? We'll get to the warehouse first thing in the morning."
"I, uh—" Kim stammered. Wait, this would work to her advantage. This is the angle that she could spin.
"No, Ron," Kim said assertively. "I mean 'I'. I'm going…alone."
"What do you mean?" Ron cried. "It's always been the 'Possible-Stoppable' dynamic duo thing!"
Kim felt as if she would cry any minute, but she had to remain firm. She had to be mean, even though her heart was now crumbling into a thousand pieces.
"Well, not anymore," Kim said. She stared into his eyes with as much malice as she could pretend to have.
Ron look completely crushed. "Why? I don't understand it."
"I…don't want you on missions anymore," Kim stated blatantly through gritted teeth.
Ron's eyes sudden narrowed in anger. "Oh, I get it," he yelled, hatred in his voice. "You think you're better than me! I'm just holding you back I guess."
"As a matter of fact, you are!" Kim screamed back. "I'm sick and tired of having to worry about how to keep you from screwing up, and having to do all the work trying to save the world!" Damn, she hated how she sounded right now. She hated herself…she had become Bonnie. However, Kim was hurting Ron more than Bonnie ever could.
"Fine, I get the point!" Ron yelled. "You want to work alone? You got it! You go off and fun on your own tomorrow, and for the rest of your life!" Ron turned on his heels and stomped up the walkway to his front door.
"I will! I've wanted to for years, now I finally get my wish!" Kim yelled at Ron's back, then began to rush down the sidewalk to her house.
When she heard Ron's front door slam with tremendous force, she sprinted to her front porch. Once she reached it, she instantly collapsed to the floor and starting sobbing hysterically.
"I'm sorry!" Kim sobbed out loud. "Oh God, Ron, I am so sorry…"
Inside her house, Mr. Possible heard the uproar outside the front door. He rushed to the door to see his daughter sobbing on their front step.
"Kimmie?" He cried, bursting through the door and kneeling by her side. "Kimmie, what happened? Are you alright?"
Kim looked up and said, "Dad, I am the worst person to ever walk on this earth!"
"Of course, you're not! Kim, what happened?" Mr. Possible said, rubbing his daughter's back.
"I just had a horrible fight with Ron," Kim whispered, wanting to die right then and there.
"What about?" her father asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Kim said, getting up and running inside. She rushed up the stairs and threw herself onto her bed and continued crying.
"At least he's safe," Kim said aloud. "I'll probably never speak to him again, but he'll be alive to hate me."
After slamming the door, Ron threw his bag down in disgust, and stormed into his room, slamming that door behind him.
"Can you believe her Rufus!" Ron cried, kicking a pair of pants that were lying on the floor across the room.
Rufus popped out from Ron's side pocket and leapt onto his computer table. "Eeeh, no!" Rufus squeaked.
"I mean, who does she think she is!" Ron cried, falling onto his bed. "Other than my best friend whom I love more than anyone else in the world and who just ripped out my heart and stomped it in the ground?"
Rufus bounded across the computer desk and landed on Ron's lap and squeaked comfortingly.
"Ha, 'tired of keeping me from screwing up', huh? She thinks she's soooo much better than me," Ron huffed. "Well, I'll show her." Ron sat bolt upright, sending Rufus flying off the bed. He leapt off his bed and began to pace back and forth, trying to relieve his intense anger.
He stopped suddenly mid-step and cried, "I'm going to beat her to it! I saw the address! I know where that stupid warehouse is! I'll go there on my own and save the day before Kim can! That'll show her…"
A/N: Okay, proposition time! You, the readers now have the opportunity to write this story. Now, I hold the decision on whether there will be a death or not, but what YOU get to decide is who it happens to, Kim or Ron. I will leave the "voting" for four days and whoever has the most votes will be the object of the action. Meaning they will be the one who either lives or dies. Glad you're liking the story! Happy voting!