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A/N: It's the final chappy...

Chapter 5

After having Wade get some transportation for them, Kim made sure Ron got home safely. She explained what happened to Ron's mother, and she took over and helped Ron into his room, leaving Kim on the front step.

Kim walked home slowly, still reeling from that morning's events. Ron was okay. He was still alive. Somehow, Drakken forgot to tie Kim up like he had in the dream. He must have seen Ron at the mainframe and got distracted.

Kim walked into her house and straight for the kitchen, where the rest of her family was eating lunch.

"Kimmie, where have you been?" Mrs. Possible asked.

Kim, who was exhausted and distracted, mumbled, "Drakken…warehouse…Ron…hurt."

"What was that?" Mrs. Possible said, unable to understand her.

"What?" Kim said, snapping back to reality. "Oh, sorry! We were getting back the Proton Disruptor that Drakken stole a few days ago. He was in a warehouse down in Lowerton. Ron got hurt though," Kim added.

"Really? Is he okay?" Mr. Possible asked, lifting his head from the paper.

Kim opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a cola. "He'll live," she said with a smirk.

Kim popped open the can and walked over to the table where her family sat, but didn't join them at the table.

"I've got to give the Proton Disruptor back to the Astro-Physics lab, then I'm going to head over to Ron's to check up on him," Kim said, finishing the can.

"All right, Kimmie," Mr. Possible said.

"Tell Ron we're thinking about him, and that we hope he gets better soon," Mrs. Possible added.

Dr. Silverton's eye lit up when he saw Kim Possible walk through the door, holding the Proton Disruptor in her arms.

"How on earth did you get it back so fast?" he asked, taking it from her possession and placing it in its original bin.

Kim shrugged. "No big. Let's just say I had a sixth sense this time," she said, grinning. "It was Drakken and Shego, so I would put out an alert for them until you can put the Proton Disruptor in a more secure location."

"Right. Thank you so much Kim Possible," Dr. Silverton said, extending his hand.

Kim took it, saying, "It was my pleasure Dr. Silverton."

Kim found herself standing at her best friend's front door, hesitating to go in. How was she going to explain this to him? She promised him she would, but she couldn't figure out exactly how to begin.

"Well, Ron," Kim said out loud to herself sarcastically, "I saw you die in a dream. Yeah, that'll go over well."

Kim sighed, grasped the door handle, and walked inside. She looked around Ron's living room but no one was in sight.

"Mrs. Stoppable? It's Kim!" she called.

"Oh, hi, Kim!" came a muffled call back from Mrs. Stoppable. "I'm in the back!"

"May I go up to see Ron?" Kim called.

"Of course!" Mrs. Stoppable called back.

"I'm up here Kim!" Kim heard Ron call from upstairs.

Kim smiled, he sounded stronger than before. That's always a good sign. Kim ran up the stairs, and made the immediate right turn into Ron's room. Ron was sitting upright in his bed. He was shirtless, covered in band-aids, and was glistening with what Kim assumed was burn cream.

"How're you feeling?" Kim asked.

Ron looked down at himself, then replied, "Sticky."

Kim laughed, walked to Ron's bed, and say on the edge. "Gosh, how many band-aids do you have on?"

"Two boxes," Ron replied, grinning, "and I'm serious."

Kim saddened a tiny bit. "I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?" Ron asked.

"Everything," Kim replied, grasping Ron's hand. "Eww!" Kim cried, pulling her hand away; it was covered with the sticky burn cream.

"Ha, sorry," Ron said, quickly wiping his hands on the bed sheet beside him as Kim wiped her hand on Ron's pant leg.

"I'm sorry for everything Ron. For the way I treated you. For the things I said. I just…I'm sorry," Kim said, sighing.

"K.P., all is forgiven," Ron said. "I just want to hear that explanation you promised me."

Kim exhaled sharply. "Right," she whispered. "Okay, before I do, you've got to know that I am being completely truthful. This is going to sound incredibly weird."

"I'm used to weird," Ron said smiling. "Remember when I carried a monkey everywhere when I thought it was you?"

"Yeah, well okay, here we go," Kim said. "I don't know exactly why, but I've been having dreams about us."

Ron's eyebrows rose, and Kim smacked his leg. "Not like that!" Kim cried, smiling. "About us on missions. They're all detailed and specific and such. The thing is, for some reason, they come true."

Ron stared. "What?"

"I-I know!" Kim said. "It's weird! But, always three days later the dream comes true, word-for-word, moment-by-moment. It's bizarre."

"So, what are you saying?" Ron asked.

"Remember two mornings ago when I was crying so much, and was like really clingy the whole day?" Kim asked.

"Yeah," Ron replied.

Kim then went into the whole explanation of the past three days. She told him every little detail about the dream she had. She explained that that's how she knew that Drakken had taken the Proton Disruptor, and that they were going to be in a warehouse. She told him that she had several dreams like that before, and that she was only able to change one. That she couldn't risk not being able to save him if he came with her.

"You saw that I was going to die?" Ron asked, soaking in all of what Kim had told him.

"Yes," Kim replied, reaching to hold his hand again. "Now do you understand what I was trying to do, right?"

"I think I do. You broke my heart to save my life," Ron said, tightening his hold on Kim's hand.

Kim nodded. "But apparently that didn't work! Why the hell did you go anyway? I about had a stroke when I saw you there!" she cried.

"I was trying to prove you wrong," Ron said sheepishly. "I was trying to prove that I was more than the screw-up sidekick everyone thinks I am."

"You are so much more than just a sidekick to me, Ron!" Kim cried. "And you are not a screw-up, you're my best friend."

Ron smiled and squeezed her hand. "But what I don't understand is, what happened this morning was what happened in your dream. Drakken was the one who hit me, and Shego beat me with those gloves of hers…but I'm not dead. What happened?"

Kim shrugged. "I wasn't tied up this morning, and I was in my dream. When I saw Shego attacking you, I noticed that my arms were apart. That's when I got up and tackled her. I just hoped I was in time."

"Well, why didn't you tell me in the first place?" Ron asked. "I mean, it's not like this would've been the weirdest thing we've had happen to us."

Kim looked disbelievingly at Ron. "If I had told you the truth, you would have honestly stayed behind and let me go on my own?" she asked.

"No," Ron instantly answered.

"That's why," Kim replied, grinning. "My getting you to never want to see me again was the only way I could've been sure that you would be safe."

"Just promise that you will tell me the next time you have one of those dreams, okay? Whether I'm dying or not," Ron said playfully.

"Okay," Kim replied, smiling. "You know, you're taking this whole 'You-almost-died-today-and-I-saw-it-in-a-dream' thing better than I thought you would."

"Well," Ron replied, "it bizarre, I'll give you that. But, hey…what could keep me safer than having world-saving, teen hero Kim Possible as my best friend?"

Kim smirked. "Well, that's true," she said, playfully flipping her hair back. "We're good?"

"Never been better, Kim," Ron replied, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her.

She hugged him back tightly, grateful to have Ron alive and by her side. Kim then slowly realized that her chest was beginning to feel sticky. All of the burn cream on Ron's chest was now seeping into her clothes, but she didn't care. It was worth it. She nearly lost him, and she would make damn sure that she would never lose him again

A/N: Okay, it's all done! Thanks for the baring with me for the whole story; it took a while to write. I'm glad that you liked it!