Warp back to chapter 23 and 24 if you haven't read them.

Final Chapter, and the story's finally done. I know the change in events weren't going to have that strong an impact, but it was the ending I thought up of so many months back. I know it's just as strange as the ending of the last story, if not more, but a story is just an idea. That's fiction. I just typed what came to mind, went over it over and over and over and over again so that it didn't conflict with the series or my previous story. I didn't expect this story to hit 200,000 words, either. All I knew was that I typed a chapter, and boom, it was around 10,000 words. Well, now I know why Adult Swim goes so fast at night.

I should credit a few references for parts in the story I didn't exactly make up on my own: The Metal Gear series (stealth camo, infinite ammo bandana), the Virtua Fighter anime ('her' work - Eva Durricks/ Durix – mentioned in Chapters 8 and 21), and Ferrari F355 Challenge (The arcade game in Chapter 3).

Third story? Not sure.

I'd like to thank all the reviewers and even those who leave no words. Thanks for reading. Signing out.

UPDATE 11/18: Just a few small corrections. After seeing Exchange and finally putting on the captions, I realized it was a must to correct the Yamanuchi misspellings, among a few details that bothered me, although they don't change the overall plot and are all minor.

Third story? Yes. After finishing this the idea came into my head, and it will be of the same universe. It will be nowhere near as long as this one, though, but probably longer than the previous story. When you'll see it I don't know.

Chapter 25: Denouement

She didn't know how. How could he have escaped like that? Kim wasn't sure how to feel. Was it okay that he escaped? Was it bad? She didn't trust him, but something was different about him. Now analyzing all of the details, he was right about everything.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the pilot asked.

"I'm fine."

Kim was still incognito, and it was an odd feeling.

'The Casablanca look kinda looks good on you, KP.'

'But Ron, it's so not me.'

'Kim, that's the point! You're in disguise.'

'Do you really think this is going to work?'

'Trust me, it will.'

Ron's voice… so soothing in a cold area like this. She didn't wish to dwell on the past of anything anymore. Back in the old days, if a baddie got away, she would either go after them or, when in a really good mood, get them the next time. As confused as she was as to who Val really was, she decided to act upon the latter. Right now, she'd enjoy life.

If it weren't for that noisy cardboard box vibrating behind her, she'd take a nap.

But the thought of sleeping in her bed compared to this, she could wait. Head home and crash into bed, just like in high school. And that's what she did.

Kim started waking up, but everything wasn't what it seemed. She could have sworn that she went to bed, but something was wrong.

This wasn't a bed. This was a chair.

And why were her hands tied up? Oh, if only she could see, but she was blindfolded.

"I've finally captured you… we'll just have to see if the experiment was a success."

Finally, whoever her captor was released.

"No way, Val? What…"

Something wasn't right at all. He looked so much different than she remembered. He was still built, and it was still hard to picture him with those sapphire eyes… eye, that is. He was wearing an eye patch over his right eye.

"Don't talk to me in that manner, Empress Possible."

"Empress? What… what are you talking about?"

Val made a lot of noise walking around her, the sound of ammunition, equipment, chains on his shoes, and it appeared he turned his left cybernetic arm into some kind of powerhouse rail gun.

"Either the experiment was a success, or you've mastered the art of bluffing."

He quickly turned around and put a knife tightly against her neck.

"Kim, this vein on your neck works in conjunction with your nervous system. Nerves respond to physical and mental actions. If you do anything as to lie, this vein will twitch, and my knife will pierce right through it. So just be a good little girl and tell the truth."

Kim kept silent, but bit her lip. This was enough acknowledgement.

"Just answer this one question: What do you last remember?"

Kim answered this easily. "I went to bed in my room as I usually do, although it was a week after I met you in the jail cell."

She could feel the tension on her neck lessen.

"I suppose it was a success."

"Val, what's going on, why… where are we, and what happened with you?"

"Allow me to open the window."

Kim didn't notice that there were blinds to her left, an empty wall on her right, and some rusted machinery behind Val. He slowly made his way to the blinds, and Kim almost went into shock with what she saw. She was in Middleton, and it was completely destroyed. It wasn't like that 'dream' of hers where it was remade into Shegoton, no. It was the apocalypse. Nothing but destruction for miles.

"No… we failed…"

"Correction, Kim. I failed."

"But if you failed to kill Brown, how are you still alive?"

"What are you talking about? Oh, wait, that was a few years ago."

"Years?"

"A lot's happened in the last five years, and I captured you and erased your mind for five years, hoping to see what the old Kim Possible I knew in the past thought of it."

"What happened? Did Brown do all this?"

"No."

"Then who did?"

"You."

Kim's eyes quickly dried up, her skin instantly going pale. "No… you're lying. You're lying!"

"Not at all. I can see this is going to-"

Before Val knew it, Kim had released herself from the ropes on her hands and the chains on her legs, and was holding him in the air single-handedly by his throat.

"What on earth happened?"

He didn't appear scared. "You became obsessed with your sense of duty, becoming the very thing you vowed to destroy."

Her state of shock only got worse, dropping him on the floor.

"Five years?"

Val pointed to the wall behind her. "See for yourself."

Kim only got more depressed. First, she failed to save the world, second, Val tells her she's responsible for destroying it, and third, her appearance. Behind her was a mirror, and she couldn't even recognize herself. Like Val, she also wore an eye patch on her right eye, her hair was much shorter and dirtier, her skin was extremely dirty, like she had been swimming in a dirty lake, and with a large scar covering her right eye along with the eyepatch. She wasn't a little girl anymore, but she didn't expect to grow up into this.

"Val… where's Ron?"

He kept silent for a few seconds.

"VAL!"

Val dusted himself off after getting onto his feet. "That's also right… you broke off everything."

"Everything?"

"You were engaged… you were… well…"

She quickly turned around and grabbed him by his shoulders. "I need to know what happened!"

He sighed. "I'll begin from day one."

He motioned her to sit down again, and she did. She kept her eyes on the floor, but paid the utmost attention to him.

"It's almost been six years since our last encounter, and if I remember telling you correctly, Brown needed to be stopped. I escaped, hiding in the landing gear of your plane. It took me a good week to make it up to Washington, and I was able to terminate Brown. Unfortunately, I found out that she anticipated my attack. I thought I had her, but she actually had me. I thought I had the nukes hidden, but she found them and had other Judgments developed. The last thing to initiate this was her death, and once her vitals went offline, the nukes were launched. It also turned out to be the day where America went into another civil war, all because of the petty fight between left and right, republican and democrat, conservative versus liberal. But it wasn't just four nukes, it was enough to destroy the world, and she did. Many people died, but your family, Stoppable's family, friends and all survived."

"Wow…"

"However, the civil war broke out into a world war, just as Brown anticipated. Every leader of every country was taken out from the nukes, so that left the world in a permanent state of chaos. Word got out that you and Ron survived, and the world was separated into four. One was a pacifist movement, one was a democratic movement, one was an anarchy movement, and the last was one that allowed the people to form their own government. You were the leader of the pacifist movement, Ron was the democratic one, and I was of the free people, not the anarchists."

"What happened? Why did Ron and I separate?"

"Difference of beliefs. The pacifists wanted you to work with them, since you're about doing the right thing no matter what. However, Ron did not have the exact same belief system you did, but he had enough power and somehow gained the confidence to lead a new world. At first, you worked together, and… well… how do I put this…"

"Keep going. I don't care how you word it."

"You worked together as one country, and he proposed to you."

"He finally did? What happened next?"

"You found out you were already pregnant with his child."

"Oh…"

"But that was the beginning of the end. First of all, your political differences forced you two to debate endlessly, more so on your side. You let your power go to your head, believing that you were the only true voice of what was right. You lost interest in Ron and started to focus on the government you commanded. It got to the point where the two factions waged war on each other, but you and Ron took no part in it. But it got to the point where you were determined to stop it. It was the same on his end. Your militaries informed you that there was one person responsible for it, and they would be on a dam that connected both factions. You told them you'd handle it, and Ron did the same. Later, you both would meet there, and there was a long argument. Ron didn't want to fight, but you changed. You thought you needed to finish the fight for the people, even if Ron had to die."

"That's impossible."

"Look at your fingers."

Kim did, and she saw the marks where a ring once was.

"Even though you were eight months pregnant, you were bent on stopping the war. But Ron later decided that the world couldn't be ruled by someone with lost ideals. You risked your child to fight him in one final decisive battle."

"No… I don't believe it."

"It was a short fight, and Ron was only focused on knocking you out. However, each time he went for a jab at your neck, you caught it and went so far as to fracture and dislocate both his arms. You didn't appear to care when you broke a couple of his ribs."

He stopped when he saw that Kim was crying.

"I remember…"

Ron was bleeding, crying and unable to move his arms.

"Kim… why? How could you do this? For crying out loud, you're going to be a mother!"

Kim just stood next to him in her battle suit. "We're not the only ones that matter in the world, Ron. My people need me."

"KP, what about your child? What about our child?"

"Ron, the engagement's off."

She had no emotion on her face when she removed the ring from her fingers.

"Kim…"

He looked so weak with the tears in his eyes, but Kim's face was not one of remorse. But she held it out to him, and he used any energy left in him, despite the dislocated arm, to take it.

Instead, Kim grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and threw him over the edge of the dam.

"Goodbye."

Kim quickly collapsed on the floor, banging her head into the concrete, not only staining it, but also breaking it.

"No! Why! Why! WHY!"

"He didn't die, Kim."

"What?"

She tried to wipe the tears and traces of concrete off her face, but her whole face was red, and not just with blood.

"He somehow survived, but…"

"The child?"

"You had a miscarriage shortly after."

Kim sat on her knees. That was everything. She lost a child and what she did to Ron was unforgivable. She didn't appear fazed when Val tossed an old Beretta her way.

"There's one bullet in the clip. I'll leave you alone."

She didn't even let him walk away before she grabbed the gun, aimed it and pulled the trigger, ending everything.

A scream.

"Kimmie-cub, what's wrong?"

Everything was dark, and blinding lights in the darkness didn't help any. She slowly opened her eyes to see her dad and mom next to her.

"Mom… dad?"

"We're here, Kim," her mom smiled. "It looks like you were just having a nightmare."

Kim quickly looked around, finding her room the exact way she remembered it. The computer, trophies, picture collection, phone, closet.

"It's okay, Kimmie. It was just a bad dream."

Kim soon noticed she had tears on her face, and her pillow was soaked.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Her mom offered.

"I think just knowing it wasn't real is good enough for me."

She quickly hugged both of her parents tightly, and they could tell she didn't want to talk about it. After Kim let go, her parents let her be, and she tightened her grip on Pandaroo as they shut off the lights.

Unfortunately, she couldn't sleep the rest of the night and decided to call Ron. It was funny; she never realized that he had been on the last twenty calls on her phone. She didn't expect for him to pick up immediately since it was four in the morning, and she didn't expect for him to sound energetic.

But he did pick up immediately, and he sounded like he hadn't gone to sleep at all.

"KP? What's wrong…?"

"I had a really, really bad nightmare."

"You too?"

"What?"

"I also had a really horrible nightmare."

"The one where Val told you it was the end of the world and you destroyed it?"

"Well, sorta, only that I had Nev tell me that it was five years in the future, and he said that you killed me and I had some kind of brain damage that didn't let me remember the last five years."

"The apocalypse?"

"Y… yeah, and that you… we…"

"You proposed and I had a miscarriage?"

"Y… Yeah…"

A slight pause.

"Wow… that's the second time we had the same dream…"

"You okay? You sound a lot worse than I do."

"I guess it had a harder impact on me. How are you feeling?"

"I hit my head on the wall when I woke up, so I'm feeling a bit groggy there, but I've had a few bad dreams before, so I guess I've gotten used to them. I'm just surprised you called a minute or two after I woke up."

"Sorry to bother you again."

"Nah, KP. It's cool. I'm always here for you, you know that."

Kim smiled. "Thanks, Ron."

"Feel better?"

"Oh, much. When someone tells me that I nearly killed the man I love, just hearing his voice again makes everything feel better."

"Same here. Good to know you're still the same KP I've known."

"Ron, if I ever become some heartless woman bent only on some twisted logic of justice, just do me a favor and knock me out and tie me up. Remind me of who I really am."

"I don't think that'll be necessary, but if it comes to that, I'll be glad to deliver the Ronshine. I promise."

"Thanks, babe."

"Think you can sleep?"

"I don't know. You?"

"Eh, not really. Too bad we can't sneak out."

"We got in trouble the last time. So if we wanna see each other today, it'll have to wait."

"Sure. I'm not busy."

"Me neither. Great. I want to see if I can cook you breakfast… if you don't mind, that is."

"Hey, after the last meal you cooked, I'm in no position to protest anymore."

"Anymore?"

"Oops."

"Ron, what do you mean by that?"

"I… uh…"

"Ron, you can be honest. It's okay."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes…"

"Awww… okay… You're not a bad cook, but… for a moment I kinda preferred Jen's rations over your cooking."

"You're serious?"

"Don't cry, KP."

"I'm not crying, it's from earlier."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Okay, but when we got back to Middleton and you cooked me that dinner, since you were glad it was over, that was really, really good."

"So you weren't lying."

"Kim, you've seen me eat at Bueno Nacho. You know when I like a good meal."

"I guess I'm learning, huh?"

"Yup. So breakfast, eh?"

"I figured I could, since I've been getting help from mom, too."

"When Ron's not good enough, call mom!"

"Ron, don't say that. You know it's nothing like that at all."

"I know, I'm just playing. So what's after that?"

"I figured we could just hang out like the old days, since school's going to start soon."

"Don't remind me. So a date just like old times?"

"We'll visit the tree house while we're at it."

"I always like our tree house moments. What about tonight?"

Kim noticed the tickets near the phone.

"You said you wanted to check out that poetry-slash-karaoke bar Val gave us tickets to?" Kim made sure she pronounced it right.

"Heck yeahs. You said we can get in free on Fridays because of it, right?"

"That's what it says. Two for Free."

"Where's it at again?"

"It says Upperton."

"Swell. I know the way."

"Spankin'."

"So breakfast, day long date, tree house, and karaoke bar?"

No surprise Ron knew how to pronounce it correctly. He never told Kim of the times Sensei hit him with a stick when he mispronounced Japanese words.

"Works for me."

"I thought you hated karaoke bars."

"I thought I did, too. But I haven't been to them since freshman year."

"KP, you're thinking of poetry mic nights."

"Oh… yeah. Well, it doesn't hurt to expand my horizons."

"There ya go. So… four more hours?"

"Works for me. Thanks, Ron."

"You're muy welcome, KP. Sleep well if you can."

"Thanks. You too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

So the day went as planned. While the two slept in later than they anticipated, Kim still had breakfast ready by the time Ron arrived, and the results were quite pleasing. Rufus took some more pictures of this one. After that, the two went all over the city, actually finding a lot of sights they never noticed before, even though they lived here their whole lives.

Most of the day was spent in the tree house, the longest make out session ever for the two. The mission was long over, but the two hadn't had much time to see each other, since school was going to begin soon. Kim had decided to enroll at Upperton University as a Science Major, and Ron was accepted into Upperton community college with a business major. Bueno Nacho would always be his second love, and Ben Ferno would have loved him to work there. But to Ron, he didn't want to move onto a career immediately. This led to a lot of plans on how things would happen, mostly paperwork and money. The two didn't want to be too far away from each other, obviously. Would Ron have to get his own apartment? A roommate? Unfortunately, Felix was headed to a college far west of the state. The thought of dorms weren't too bad for Kim, until she actually visited them. They had great teachers and programs, but her fellow students were another story. The noise was too much for her, and she learned from the residents that noise rules weren't enforced. It was like this for every floor of every hall. She also had a share of listening to a lot of uncomfortable stories from people passing by. No wonder Ron wasn't too social these days.

She wanted to live at her own place, but the college required that freshmen live in the dorms. Luckily, they made special accommodations for her, due to the fact that she saved the dean a while back from a car accident when his brakes refused to work on a mountain.

So, after a bit of thought, the two had the idea of living with each other in an apartment. Ron could now easily get a job at Bueno Nacho thanks to almost infinite referrals by Ben Ferno, and he could probably get her a job at the same place if she wanted. But Kim could land one at the Club Banana store up there. They were both iffy about bringing the idea to their parents, but to their astonishment, their parents loved the idea, since they saw that their children had been dating for the last fourteen years or so.

All of that had kept them busy, and the two hadn't had some alone time since Bay City. It was a good thing Ron's parents couldn't see what was going on inside the tree house from inside, or else they'd get suspicious as to how long they were up there. Nothing but kissing, cuddling, a small nap, and more of the same. They hadn't had together time in the last couple of weeks, so this was a nice change, and both more than made up for it.

When it was over, they found a small surprise on Ron's driveway: A motorcycle with a note. It was from Nev, thanking them for not only accepting what he was, and knowing that the two needed a means of transport. It wasn't Erik's bike, but far more stylish. It also came with a fake license so he could drive legally, but of course, he'd have to get a real one soon. Because this was their first date in a month, they thought they would dress up formally for the poetry/ karaoke bar.

Ron arrived at Kim's place with a semi-casual semi-formal look. He was surprised to see her parents' eyes glued to the TV.

"What's going on?" he asked. They only got like this when something bad happened.

Kim's dad only pointed to the television.

"The cause appears to be some kind of chemical leak in the Senator's house, but chemical experts claim that such a chemical with this side effect is not created by household gases. Authorities believe that the Senator was assaulted with this, due to bruises visible on her neck. Unfortunately, doctors believe that this condition is mandatory, and it is unlikely the Senator will recover. She is in a state of completel hysterical fear, unable to form words. Again, Senator Kathryn Brown, the Senator of-"

As the said person was shown screaming to death from the sight of a hot dog, the TV was shut off as someone entered the room.

"Hello, baby."

All eyes were turned to Kim. A familiar scene with a familiar black dress.

Ron immediately covered his eyes. "Won't freak out, won't freak out, won't freak out."

To no one else's surprise, Kim took his arms off his face and wrapped them around her.

Ron quickly whispered. "Kim? You're wearing that again?"

"We said we were going to dress up. You don't mind, do you?" she whispered back.

"No, not at all."

Kim's parents didn't seem to notice their quiet conversation. Instead, they were at the window.

Her mom almost jumped at the sight. "Ron? Is that a motorcycle?"

He shared a sly look with Kim before he answered. "It was a gift. And don't worry, it runs smooth. So what time should I have Kim back?"

Kim gave both her parents the puppy dog pout from behind him.

Her dad took some time with it. "I just want to see her sleeping in her bed by the time I wake up."

Both Kim and Ron's eyes widened.

"Cool," Ron replied without thought.

Just before Kim was about to grab him and head out, the phone started to ring. Kim noticed her mom had a concerned look on her face from the kitchen.

"Kim, it's for you."

Kim also noticed her mom pointed upstairs. Private talkie.

"Be right back," Kim told Ron as she darted upstairs.

Kim checked the caller ID on her phone. UNKNOWN NAME, it read. She slowly picked up the receiver.

"Um, hello?"

"Convinced?"

Kim turned a bit pale when she recognized the voice. "Val? How did you get this number?"

"Possible, Timothy James. Middleton. You're listed."

"What do you want?"

"Is this a bad time?"

"Well, I was just about to go on another date with Ron to that karaoke bar you gave us tickets to."

"Oh, of course. My apologies."

"Well, you called for a reason…"

"I just wanted to thank you for getting me out from the prison and letting me complete my objective…"

"I didn't get you out."

"Au contraire, if not for you, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

"I gotta ask: How?"

"Leapt onto the ceiling and crawled behind your head into your blind spot. Even if you looked straight up, you wouldn't see me. I let the shadows do the rest. When you got out of the cell, I was right above you. I released myself when the coast was clear and you ran to find a guard. Since your ride was a transport vehicle, I hid in an empty cardboard box."

"You're… kidding, right?" It was the very thing bothering her on the plane.

"No. It's actually a popular method for infiltration."

She couldn't believe it. He was next to her the whole time. "Where are you now?"

There was a pause.

"…Very close by."

Kim looked out her window. "No."

He was nowhere in sight. "Not that close. Middleton really is a nice place. I just figured since I was in town, I'd call and say thanks. It's not like I'm going to pay a visit and spray a toxin up your nose."

"So it really was you who attacked her."

"Of course."

"How were you able to find her?"

"I knew where to find her the whole time, but I couldn't get past her security with the nanos sending out a tracking signal, even with chaff. Since your Kimmunicator fried them, I snuck in easily."

"But you didn't kill her."

"I discovered an alternative. She's alive but now she will never be able to continue her work. She's nothing more than a vegetable now living in endless fear. There are worse consequences than death itself. Rest easy, it's over. I couldn't have done it without you."

Kim wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Go on and enjoy your date, and continue to live your life in your own world. I'll play in mine. Perhaps some day I will return the favor. Adieu."

Before Kim could respond, Val hung up.

Kim quickly made her way back downstairs. Unfortunately, she was reminded of another thing: High heels were anything but ideal for running, especially up and down the stairs.

"Kim, was that who I thought it was?" her mom asked.

"Val?" Ron guessed. "What did he want?"

"To say thanks…" Kim quietly answered.

Everyone in the room was confused.

"That's it, though. No threat or warnings. C'mon, Ron."

Before he could respond, Kim dragged him out the front door. Both her parents watched from inside as Ron helped Kim onto the bike. It looked as if they were talking to each other.

Kim put on her helmet. "So he actually did it… but… he didn't kill her."

Ron secured his. "Wacky gas… And I thought it was just in the movies."

"Honestly, I'm surprised."

"Me too."

Both sat quietly as Ron started the bike. Kim was quick to wrap her arms around him and lean her head on his back.

"Come on, Ron. Let's enjoy the night."

Ron smiled. "You've got it, KP."

From there, the two drove off into the sunset. They were more concerned with this date than anything else, but as always, they were ready for anything.

Kim's mom sighed. "They're growing up."

Mr. Dr. Possible put an arm around his wife. "They sure are, but I wouldn't have Kimmie grow up with anybody else. They'll be okay."

It took the two nearly an hour to get to Upperton, and a quick feeling of nostalgia went through both of them. They weren't as familiar with the area as they thought since the sun had already set, so they had to take several turns over and over to find the place. They even went past Upperton Lake, the site of their previous engagement with Val, and Kim could see that there were still pieces of scrap metal on the surface of the water and the shore.

It turns out the place was downtown, and once they got there, their eyes went toward sky. The feeling was even more nostalgic.

"Ron, it's just like Prom."

Indeed, the stars were glowing, as was the moon. Not only was the skies a reminder of when they got together, but it was actually the same moon that lit the buildings that Val ran on once he heard of them.

"No kidding."

Noticing that Kim put both her hands on his shoulder, Ron smiled and put one on her hands, seeing as they were almost twice the size as one of them. They slowly made their way inside.

Meanwhile, down the street…

"Here."

"What's this for?"

"A drink I never paid for."

The bartender looked confused. "Hey… are you old enough to be in here, anyway?"

His teenage customer only tilted his head. "Old enough to know what death looks like."

The bartender shrugged. "Works for me."

It wasn't long before he realized the money wasn't just for a drink. It was… enough to buy a house.

"Hey, what is this all for?"

The teenager turned around and made his way to the door. "This place is a wreck."

Unfortunately, Fridays at The Bum Rap were never good. The worst of the worst made their way here. Many of the bikers, thugs and gangsters noticed the money, and it wasn't long before the stranger had guns aimed at his back.

He didn't appear to care. "Head low."

The bartender hid behind the counter as everything went to hell. The sound of glass breaking, guns firing, tables and chairs being broken were the only sounds he could make out. It only lasted a minute long, and when he rose up, the whole place was trashed. Every customer had been knocked out, most knocked through a chair or table. The drinks behind the counter weren't affected. He almost yelped when the teenager made a swift move, grabbing a fine drink near him. The bartender still had no idea what just happened, now that his young customer walked past broken wood and bodies to the only chair and table that wasn't broken. He was quick to pull off the cap and suck it down.

However, one of the gangsters wasn't completely out. He slowly crawled toward the stranger, quickly getting up and slammed a knife through his left hand. Unfazed, the entity pulled the now twisted and broken knife from the impenetrable limb. He tossed the broken weapon back to its owner, who ran screaming out of the place.

After enjoying the drink, he put it into the garbage can and made for the exit.

"Spend that money wisely."

With that, Val left and became one with the night.

A few blocks away, "The Shooted" (not a typo) was what Kim expected for a poetry/ karaoke bar. A lot of chairs and tables with a center stage and a small bar for drinks. She ordered a soda while Ron went for a seat.

"Is that… no, it can't be…"

It appeared that Kim and Ron's presence caught someone's attention, more so when Kim came to sit down, exceptionally close to Ron and leaned her head on his shoulders.

"You've got to be kidding."

The figure just continued to watch as people sang love songs, spoke out about hopeless romance and the like. Seeing Kim and Ron in this way was… just sick and wrong. It went on for minutes, and the figure just couldn't get it out of their mind.

Just when the mood was going so well, the romance between the two was shattered as a familiar voice was singing.

"Loooooovving yoooooooou is eaasssy cause your…. Beaaautiufluuuuuulll!"

It was enough to knock Ron off of his seat, but Kim almost gasped when she saw who was on stage.

"DRAKKEN?"

The blue man in on the stage recognized her. "Kim Possible? Oh no, what are you doing here?"

"Maybe I should ask you the same question!"

What Kim didn't expect was for Drakken to change his appearance. He actually opened up his trenchcoat, having some stylish black shirt on, and he let his hair hang out like a mullet.

"Well, I wasn't going to stay in prison for the next ten years!" Drakken countered before blowing a raspberry.

Ron finally got up, rubbing his head. "If he's here, we know that Shego's not too far."

A dark silhouette jumped out, revealing the green rogue herself.

"You've got that right." The emerald blaze dimmed when she noticed Kim was checking on Ron's head. "Honestly, I can't believe this. Are you two… I mean… are you actually dating the buffoon? Kim Possible is dating Ron Stoppable?"

Ron's eyes lightened up. "Hey, she remembered my name, too!"

Kim didn't seem too enthusiastic. "Don't call him that."

Shego didn't seem intimidated in any way. She too had a different appearance, but unlike Drakken, it was not done on her own will."So what are you going to do about it?"

Drakken knew where this was going. "Shego, not now! Why must you always ruin Karaoke Night?"

Ron also knew. "Kim, I thought we said no fistfights on Ron night!"

But that wasn't going to stop an old rivalry. The two guys quickly motioned for people to get out just as the two women exchanged fighting stances.

Kim took a particular liking to the change Shego made. "Love the scar on the left cheek. It fits."

Shego growled. It was the one bloody wound on her after Kim kicked her into the Bueno Nacho Satellite Tower a few months back. It was one that never healed.

"You know, I never said thanks for it," her green hands ignited more powerful than ever, "But allow me to return the favor!"

"Not again!" both Drakken and Ron cried in unison.

The rivalry continued as Kim and Shego leapt into the air and engaged each other in combat yet again. It started right where it left off.

THE END