The Matrix: Revisited

by Classic Cowboy

Rewrite of The Kimmatrix Trilogy with Turles. Everything that has a beginning has an end. I see the end coming, I see the darkness spreading. I see death... and you are all that stands in his way. But for every end ... there is a beginning. The Oracle

8. Resurrections Chapter 8

The Kimmatrix: Matrix Resurrections

A Fan Fiction Fusion By

Classic Cowboy and Turles

Chapter 8: The End of the Beginning

"How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning."

- Thomas Campbell (1777 – 1884)

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Kim dipped her hand into the bucket of water near Ron's jack chair, looking for the rag that was soaking inside. She pulled it out and ringed out all the excess water. As the water dripped, her mind wandered from issue to issue; she thought and wondered what it was that Ron wanted to tell her as well as the dire prophecy from the Merovingian: only seven months. In a very odd way, she was comforted by that because it gave her the feeling that Ron would live.

With the cloth wrung out, she got back to her feet and wiped the cold, moist cloth over Ron's warm, sweating forehead. She held the cloth on his forehead as if he was sick with a fever. Looking at Ron sitting there helpless in the jack chair as well as mulling over the situation at hand, Kim desperately needed something to take her mind away from the sitch at hand.

Consciously, she thought back to Halloween. Not the one that had her telling several lies to Ron and her parents as that was one holiday that Kim didn't want to remind herself of. She shuddered, remembering that was the first show of anger that Ron displayed to Kim ever. The Halloween that Kim thought about was two months before the December of their release from the Matrix. That particular time, Kim decided to make up for her mistake of the previous year and brought Ron to the hospital to do one of her greatest acts of kindness.

The decision that year was that Ron and Kim decided to dress up as the Blue Collar Boys. Kim was Jeff Foxworthy, Ron was Larry the Cable Guy, Mr. Possible was Bill Engvall, and Mrs. Possible was Ron White. Kim had even invited the real Blue Collar Boys to Middleton to host the Laughs and Screams benefit for the Hospital. Of course, they were more than willing to help since Kim had saved the quartet on a plane trip to Upperton. As Kim recalled the event, Jeff was the one to express the gratitude of the whole group.

"We never would have made our tour gig in Upperton without your help, Kim." Jeff had told her.

Kim smiled as she thought of her response to the redneck comedian's gratitude, "No big. Anyone could have fixed a crack in the hull of an airplane at 30,000 feet with industrial grade duct tape."

That night truly was filled with laughs and screams, but the part that really made Kim smile was when Ron parodied Larry the Cable Guy. It was just the way he walked around in the sleeveless flannel shirt, the dirty, mud caked jeans, and that jungle camouflage baseball cap with a paper clip on the bill. Kim just could not stop laughing that night with Ron coming out on stage to dozens of people and screaming, "Git-r-done!" Of course there were a lot of laughs when Kim came out as Jeff Foxworthy, with a fake mustache, cowboy boots, and bent legs, telling jokes such as, "If you've ever worn a tube top to a funeral home…you might be a redneck."

Kim caught herself giggling quietly as she pressed the damp cloth to Ron's forehead. There was one memory that Kim promised not to bring up or tell anyone about, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking of it.

This particular memory took place around November of that same year; sometime before Thanksgiving break was when this wonderfully embarrassing and hilarious event took place. Kim had stayed after school for the yearbook committee, but it ran longer than she thought, so when Ron went to her house to talk about a half-baked idea of bringing a Tex-Mex dish to Thanksgiving, he found no one was home. He checked every room, but the place was devoid of the Possible family, and he was about to leave when he came to the kitchen. There, he caught a glimpse of an apple pie on the counter with a note next to it saying, "For Kim and Ron".

At the time of this humorous event, Ron was obsessed with sex. He wondered so much what it was like, but he knew that he would never get any. He couldn't even get a girl to go out with him, with the exception of Zita, but that was a different story. As a virgin, Ron wondered about the exquisite pleasures behind the act of love, until he overheard a guy in the halls talking with his friends and by a strong coincidence they were discussing the very subject Ron was thinking about. One of them likened sex to "warm apple pie". Ron didn't stop to ask more detail about it; he just kept walking along, but then in the Possible family kitchen with the pie there, something overtook Ron. He undid his pants, climbed onto the kitchen counter, and mounted the pie, feeling its oven baked warmth all through his groin. He felt that if he was never going to get any, the pie would be close enough. The tryst turned horribly wrong when Kim Possible came back home and opened the kitchen door to find her best friend, Ron Stoppable, in his sordid affair with her mom's pie. After Ron had a quick shower, especially washing out his crotch, he sat down with Kim to figure out what to do. As Ron blushed through the entire uncomfortable silence, Kim found a solution.

"I had said," Kim thought as she tapped the cold wash cloth over Ron's forehead, "That we would tell mom that we ate it all."

"Hang in there, Ron." Kim said as she held the washcloth over his head; her ears wandered around the jack room and they came upon Morpheus, Ghost, and Link at the operator's station on a search.

"Have we located her yet?" Kim heard Morpheus ask, his voice was cooler than the air of the Neb II.

"Not yet, sir." Link spoke up, his fingers dancing around the multiple keyboards of his station.

"Her who?" Kim asked as she set the damp washcloth on Ron's forehead, and then got up to speak to Morpheus about their plan. It was a few minutes ago, after she came out of the Matrix, that Morpheus and Link had formed a plan, but Kim was being kept in the dark. Then again, she was too concerned about Ron's well-being to ask what their plan was to rescue Ron from his captors. It wasn't just the conversation between Morpheus and Link that prompted Kim to take action. It was the very thought of trying to get along in the real world without him.

"We are trying to locate the Oracle." Morpheus reported to Kim, his voice not having an ounce of worry, anxiety, or concern, as if he knew already what the outcome of the situation would be. "She is the one most likely to know how to locate Ronald."

"I hear a 'but' coming." Kim said to Morpheus with her fists clenched at her hips.

Morpheus nodded, "The problem is the Oracle can only be found when she wants to be found."

Kim took a deep breath and let it out in frustration as she turned and went back to Ron's side. She felt so helpless and inept, a feeling that Kim hated with a passion. She couldn't deal with the idea that for someone who could do anything, the one thing she couldn't do was save her best friend. She felt like crying as she walked up to Ron's side, feeling so full of hate for the fact that she couldn't do a thing, but that was quickly set aside when she looked up at him.

Ron's face was contorting, his grip tightening on the chairs handles, and his face was sweating even more than before. The sweat droplets rolled from under the washcloth, down his face, and started to soak through his clothes, causing damp spots around his armpits and the center of his chest.

"Ron." Kim heard herself utter as she took the cloth from his forehead, dunked it back into the bucked, quickly ringed it, and wiped all the sweat away.

"What's happening to him?" Kim asked, wanting an answer from anyone; she didn't care who.

Morpheus came to Kim's side and looked at the LCD screen above Ron's head that displayed his vitals, blood pressure, heart rate, brain waves, etc.

"It looks like they're drugging him to keep him from using his abilities." He told Kim before looking to her and seeing the concern etched on her face. He reached up to place a reassuring hand upon Kim's shoulder. "He's going to be alright, Kimberly. Have faith in him. He is the One after all."

"I do have faith in him." Kim whispered back, "But not because he's the One."

"Of course." Morpheus smiled; he knew that Trinity was just like Kim, especially when it came to the One. Trinity had faith in Neo, but it wasn't because of what he was…it was because of who he was. Seeing that repeated through Ron and Kim simply made it bittersweet.

The conversation in the room went deadly quiet, with the taps of Link's fingers on the keyboards, searching and digging through the Matrix to find the Oracle, being the only sounds. All the time, Link was fighting between the hope that they would find the Oracle and despair that they had lost another good man like Neo. He sat back, taking a small break and hoping that something would happen…some kind of miracle.

A miracle did happen, and in the most unexpected of ways that Link had ever experienced. On the headset came a series of beeps, a quick four beep pattern that was almost like a quiet cell phone. The beeping even came through the silence of the room, and caught the attention of Morpheus and Kim, who looked at each other and then at Ron very confused about the beeping, at the same time, there was something familiar about it.

"We don't have anyone inside besides Ronald." Morpheus observed, looking back at Link's station and seeing his confused look before going over to the station with Kim following behind, "Who would be calling us?"

"Only one way to find out." Link said as he reached for the connection button, his heart pounding in his chest, wondering if this was the miracle that he was hoping for. He pushed the connection button and said, "um…Operator?"

Link paused for a moment as the voice from the other end spoke to him.

"Hold on a sec." Link said as he reached up to pull off his head set. He looked over at Kim, holding out the headset to her, "It's for you, Kim. Some kid named Wade."

Kim reached out quickly and put the headset on, acting as if it was the Kimmunicator itself and she was in the old days, "What up, Wade?"

"Hey, Kim." Wade's voice came through from the other side, sending Kim's heart into a high flight of euphoria at hearing a familiar voice for once, "Look, I can't talk for long; they don't like us search engines making long distance calls to the outside, but Ron's in trouble."

"Really, you think?" Kim asked, her voice dripping thick with sarcasm.

"My mom knows where Drakken and Shego took him and why." Wade reported to Kim, "She wants to talk to you, but you have to come alone; she says this is just for you. I'll tell your Operator where to drop you off and we'll have Seraph bring you to her. Now, hurry, Ron doesn't have much time."

"Alright." Kim said in that tone of voice that she had when she knew there was a job to be done, "I'll let you talk to Link now. Thanks again, Wade. Even on the outside, you still rock."

"Thanks Kim." Wade said with pleased gratitude as Kim handed the headset back to Link. He took the headset and carefully listened to Wade's instructions, quickly tapping on the keyboards.

"Got ya, kid." Link replied into the headset, "We'll have her there in a second."

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Kim opened her eyes from behind her oval sunglasses to find herself in a small alleyway. She looked around to find a busy sidewalk just a few yards away, walking out she found a telephone booth standing there as if it was waiting for her, but it wasn't the phone booth that Kim was looking for. As a matter of fact Kim didn't know what she was looking for, until she felt a sharp, vibrating feeling in her jacket pocket.

She nearly jumped when she felt it, but she reached into her jacket's inner left breast pocket and pulled out the source of the vibrating. It was the Kimmunicator. Kim smiled as she thought that Wade must have told Link to add in this small feature before she went into the Matrix.

She pressed the "on" button just as she had so many times in the past.

"What's the sitch?" She asked since she wasn't sure if it was Link or Wade that made the call to her.

"Kim." Link's voice came through the Kimmunicator's speakers in audio only, "Take a left and go for two blocks until you come to a place called Doo Wop's Restaurant."

"Got it." Kim acknowledged as she shut off the Kimmunicator and slipped it back into her jacket pocket. She did she as was instructed by Link; she took a left from the alleyway and onto the busy sidewalk. It didn't take her very long to realize that she was in Chinatown, probably in New York City with all the high-rise buildings beyond the Chinese style rooftops.

Two blocks didn't seem that far away, but with all the people crowding around Kim, going from one place to the next, it was like she was in the middle of an ant hill. She counted the blocks, keeping her eyes on the Chinese and English signs above her head, looking for the place that Link had told her about.

Before she knew it, she found the place: Doo Wah's Chinese Restaurant written in both Chinese kanji and English text. Her eyes came down to the door; she kicked the doors open and went inside. The restaurant was completely empty except for one man sitting cross-legged on a small…table…would be the word that Kim would use to describe it. She immediately recognized who it was; Seraph, the Asian man that had led them to the Oracle's place the first time. He sat upon that table drinking tea and taking no notice of Kim's noisy entrance from the busy street until she approached him.

"Welcome, Miss Possible." Seraph greeted taking a sip of his tea, "I have been expecting you."

"Who hasn't? You know where Ron is?" Kim asked with a combination of sarcasm and worry.

"Come." Seraph instructed, pulling a ring of keys from within one of the sleeves of his shirt, "There isn't much time."

He walked up to the door, chose a single key from his ring, and slid it into the lock of the door. After turning the key, Seraph opened the door to that hallway of doors. Kim was the first one to step through with Seraph following behind.

"Gotta love this trick." Kim smiled to herself.

Seraph smiled back at Kim's comment as he led her down the hallway of doors until they came to a certain one. Kim didn't know how Seraph kept from getting confused; all the doors looked the same to her. "Good thing you're here. A girl could get lost in this jungle." Seraph smiled once again before taking out one of the keys from his ring and opening the door in front of them. This time, it led straight into a very familiar place. At first Kim didn't quite recognize it since it seemed like a narrow foyer into someone's apartment. She followed Seraph into a living room and that's when the light bulb in her head blinked on. They were in the Oracle's apartment. Kim had figured out that much from the old wooden television as well as the hand knitted quilt that covered the couch; it was definitely her place.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asked Seraph demandingly.

"I apologize." Seraph bowed to Kim, "The Oracle has many enemies so it was necessary to take alternate routes."

"But is she even here?" Kim asked.

"Yes, she is." An old voice answered Kim's question.

Kim's attention snapped to her left to find the Oracle standing in the doorway. She stood there with that grandmotherly smile on her face, the very same that Kim's grandmother would have when she visited her in Florida. At least that was before her grandmother would start lecturing her, but just the Oracle's smile seemed to irritate Kim.

"Good. You came on time, Kim." The Oracle smiled as she motioned to follow her into the kitchen, "Seraph, please wait here."

Seraph bowed.

Kim followed the Oracle into the kitchen where the latter moved like the great Galapagos tortoise to her table, and to light up one of her cigarettes as if there was not a problem in the world. Kim became even more annoyed with the Oracle's casualness as she simply stood near the doorway with her arms crossed.

"I'd ask you to sit down, Kim." The Oracle stated as she took a puff of her cigarette, "But we both know that you're not going to."

"Do you know where Drakken and Shego have taken Ron?" Kim asked up front.

"I'm an Oracle, Kim, not a search engine like my boy, Wade." The Oracle answered back very seriously, "If you wanted to know where Ron was, Wade could have easily found him."

"Yes, but…" Kim paused; she felt very confused as she remembered they couldn't find Ron inside the Matrix since they were blocking his signal, and it was Wade who called the Neb II to bring Kim to the Oracle.

Kim started up again, getting back to the point at hand, "So, are you going to tell me where he is?"

The Oracle smiled once again, "Feisty and hot headed as your red hair, Kim, and you still haven't figured it out."

"Figured out what?" Kim asked, growing more and more annoyed with the philosophical tap dancing.

The Oracle paused once again as she took a short drag from her cigarette before she set it aside in the ash tray and looked up at Kim, "How much does Ron mean to you, Kimmie?"

"What?" Kim asked, blushing furiously.

"I'm sorry, Kimmie. It seems like every time we meet, I've got nothing but bad news." The Oracle apologized, "You're going to have a choice to make. In the one hand, you'll have Ron's life, and in the other, you'll have your own. One of you will die. Knowing this, will you still go to save him?"

Kim didn't even give it a second thought, "Yes. He's my best friend, and if I lost him…I…I…wouldn't want to go on living anyway. We've been through too much together; he's gone through too much for me, risked his life to help me. Is it not right that I do the same for him?"

The Oracle sighed, "I was afraid you would say that, Kimmie…He's in South Manhattan at warehouse zero-two. Seraph will take you as close as he can...the rest will be up to you…Good luck, Kimmie." She smiled as Kim disappeared out of the kitchen to meet with Seraph.

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"This way." Seraph said as one of the many doors in the infinite hallway opened to a small alleyway.

Kim didn't ask a single question until she came to the alleyway where she wondered if her directions were right. The moment that the question came up, she heard the door behind her close. She spun sharply around, seeing the whiteness of that hallway being shut out. She reached out to the doorknob and as she opened it, Kim felt shocked as well as confused. She didn't find the white hallway of infinite doors; instead, she found a dank, dark, old and unused warehouse with crates starting to fall apart on themselves.

Just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating or that there was some kind of glitch in the Matrix; Kim closed the door and opened it again. She still found the inside of that old warehouse. As she closed the door for the second time, she shook her head quickly to brush off the surrealism of the situation.

"Weird." She thought to herself as she walked out of the alleyway to find herself in the industrial part of the city where the warehouses were as frequent as the trees of Middleton.

Kim looked around at the numbers of each warehouse, and saw that she was in the 'teens. She could feel it deep within her that she was close to Ron. She dashed down through the aisles of equipment and alleys of warehouses, hoping against hope that she wasn't too late.

"Ron…" She thought.

Thinking about Ron, another memory popped up in her head; it was when Ron had signed up her for the Talent Show to beat Bonnie, without Kim's prior knowledge nonetheless. Though eventually, thanks to the support of Ron and her win-win mindset, she came to the talent show, sang, and overcame her own problem of being unable to hit the high notes of the song she chose. It was the song from that talent show that made Kim smile in her sprint to save Ron.

I'm on it, I've got it

I can do anything

What you need, got your back

Just say the word, I'm there…

If you find your world is cavin' in

You can bet you're gonna need a friend

Someone to take those fears…away….away…away!

Say the word

Make a call and I'll be there

Anytime. Anywhere.

Have you heard?

That I'm all about savin' your world

All you have to do is…say the word…

Kim ran until she could feel her lungs burning and she started to sweat underneath her clothes, but she continued on until she found a warehouse with the numbers zero-two above its enormous front doors. She looked at the rectangular shape of the building, and felt that it was an ample opportunity to test more moves within the Matrix.

She came around to the side of the warehouse, making sure she didn't run into any of Drakken's goons. Seeing that there was no one around, she took a few good steps back from the brick wall, took a deep breath, and made her dash at the wall. Instead of running face first into the wall (something that Ron would be more likely to do) her feet made contact with it. A split-second later her other foot was higher up the wall and within a matter of seconds Kim had run up the wall and landed upon the rooftop. "Spider-Man, eat your heart out." she said to herself.

There wasn't time to stop and marvel (no pun intended) at the wall-run; a friend was in need. Kim looked about the roof to find the glass skylights that adorned all the warehouses in this district, and like the other warehouses; there were several of them. She walked over to the one nearest to her, knelt down, and looked in. Through the grit and grime, Kim saw what she had always seen in the dozens of times that she had gone to face Drakken: the mad scientist lair, the goons dressed in red and black and armed to the teeth to protect Drakken and his machines, the computer banks set up among the wooden crates as if they had become part of the lair itself, and in the center of it all was the Merovingian's Code Copier.

The feature that had attracted Kim's eye was that attached or rather embedded into the large, oddly rectangular machine were two human sized tubes that opened sideways as the Merovingian's manual had described. Circling around the machine were Drakken and Shego; Drakken was probably reveling in the fact that his plan was so close to completion, while Shego was just ignoring Drakken, since she was getting paid to deal with it.

"Ron…" Kim gasped as she saw him lying inside one of the human sized tubes. She didn't even think about it as she got to her feet and jumped through the glass skylight. All around, Kim felt the glass crashing around her as she looked down to the warehouse floor to mentally pick her landing point. She couldn't have been sure of it at the time, but, for just a nanosecond, it seemed like everything in the room had frozen in place, like how a computer freezes when it's trying to load a program with too much data for its memory to process. Kim had then landed upon one of the highest crates as the broken glass showered down around her.

"Kim Possible!" Drakken shouted out in surprise as he looked up at his foe on top of the crate stack.

"Oh come off it, Doctor D." Shego rolled her eyes at the supposed mad genius, "You kidnapped her dopey sidekick/almighty hero and you expect her NOT to hunt us down? Seriously."

"Let him go!" Kim snarled as she pulled off her oval sunglasses and slipped them into her coat pocket.

"Or what?" Shego laughed, "You're gonna do some of those fancy, freed-human, super moves?" She jumped up onto the crates like a mountain goat scaling cliffs and stared at Kim. Looking at her from head to toe and back again, she laughed once again at Kim, "It's a wonder you can even move in that skintight leather, princess. Bet Ronnie here liked it, didn't he?"

"I can move just fine, Shego." Kim smirked as she took a stance from the many styles of Kung Fu that she knew and started her own retort against Shego, "At least I still look good in tights. I mean, seriously, whatever happened to your hips?"

"Why you little…" Shego hissed as her hands went into automatic attack mode, glowing with those green flames and diving for Kim as if she wanted to tear the teen's head right off of her shoulders. Kim jumped away from Shego and landed on another set of crates. Shego followed and the two of them began to exchange blows back and forth, multitasking between trying to stay balanced upon the crates and trying to beat one another in their hand to hand combat. Kim ducked down so fast that her coat took only half a second to follow suit, but Shego had caught the end of the jacket, sending her glowing fingers through it and ripping the material like it was wet tissue paper.

The fight stopped instantly after Kim heard the rip of material and the pull against her back. She pulled the jacket to see the damage and then she looked at Shego with a new, intense fire in her emerald eyes as she let go of the coat.

"Shego," Kim snarled, "you…you…Ron gave me this coat!" Kim screamed. She took off the jacket, exposing herself in her skintight leather pants and midriff-baring vest. She tossed the coat aside, took her stance, and dashed right for Shego while yelling, "You're going down!"

As Shego watched Kim come at her, she saw a new flare in her eyes. It was something that scared her for the first time in all her fights and bouts with her. She felt truly afraid; perhaps it was because they were no longer equal anymore. Kim had the advantage over Shego. The teen was aware of the Matrix and could use that knowledge to her advantage. In her fear, Shego tried her hardest to fight back even though she knew it was pretty much futile.

Shego reached up and tried to make another swipe at Kim with her burning hand, but instead of blocking it, Kim had caught Shego's swipe, its glow starting to burn into Kim's hand hotter and faster than anything Kim had ever felt in her life. Still, it was no longer a mission in Kim's mind, it was personal. She held Shego's glowing hand in hers and through the blur of pain coming from it, Kim brought up her leg, she grinded her teeth to take her shot, and with a gymnast's flexibility, she kicked Shego in her chin, sending her down to the concrete floor with a great, echoing thud.

Kim didn't stop there; she hopped down from the top of the crate stack to where Shego was starting to get up. As Shego got to her feet, she wiped away the blood from her black-lipstick-painted lips. Her hands were aglow and so were her eyes with a new hatred for Kim Possible. There was no fear for Shego anymore. This time she wanted to tear Kimmie apart, limb from limb. She wanted, more than anything, to see the girl broken and bleeding at her feet, limbs twisted around her neck a few times. She dashed at Kim, but before Shego saw anything, Kim had jumped up into a Crane Kick that sent Shego flying against the crates, her impact sending out dust, planks of wood, and splinters. There was no resting period this time; Shego got back to her feet and with her hands aglow once again. She dashed at Kim; her face bleeding from the splinters imbedded there by her impact. She was within striking distance when Kim began to move at super kinetic speed, caught Shego's hand, and kicked her in the chest sending her flying once again, but this time her back had hit the machine that Ron was in.

"Copy Sequence Engaged." An artificial female voice stated as the machine started to hum like a central heater kicking on.

"Yes!" Drakken cheered as if he had already won the battle, "An army of Anomalies all for my own personal brainwashing!"

"What?" Kim asked, looking towards the machine. She dashed up to it, knocking down the goons that got in her way with a simple punch or kick. She saw that in the center of the machine between the two human sized tubes there was a small screen showing white text against a blue background that gave the information.

Copy Status: 00

She watched as the copy status percentage began to rise.

"Too bad having his code copied will kill him…" Shego coughed as she got back to her feet from Kim's attack, "…Oh well…"

"I thought you didn't like cloning, Shego?" Kim asked, looking at Shego's sad state: bloodied and bruised from Kim's attacks and, of course, her clothes ripped and hair all a mess, with fragments of wood tangled in it.

"The cloning, I don't have a problem with, as long as someone else is being cloned besides me." Shego shrugged as her hands lit up once again before she made another attack at the teen hero. The two of them became locked in each other's grip, Kim holding Shego by the wrist, and the two of them pushing against one another. "And, besides, an army of brainwashed soldiers who can control the Matrix is actually a plan that might just work."

Shego smiled as the blood still oozed from her split lip.

"Well then, you're just going to have to wait for the next One," Kim snarled, "Because I'm not letting you hurt my Ron!" Kim declared as she shoved Shego's arms upward and quickly connected with a strike to the stomach and a good uppercut to her chin, which sent Shego flat onto her back against the concrete floor.

"My Ron?" Shego chuckled as she got back to her feet, "So possessive…"

She took her stance again as Drakken made a mock cheerleader chant for her, "Shego, Shego, you're our girl!" Drakken had stopped his chant to inform Shego, "Hold her off for thirty more seconds and that should be enough for both parts of the code!"

"No problem, Doctor D." Shego smiled through her bloodied lips and made another attack on Kim.

Kim couldn't fight back as well as she did in her bloodlust over the jacket that Shego had ruined. It wasn't because of the pressure of time; it was because she kept looking at the tube that held her greatest friend, Ron Stoppable. He was lying there writhing in pain, thrashing about, moaning and hoping for someone to let him out. Kim had Shego into another wristlock; Shego's back was towards the machine, and Kim kept looking at Ron writhing in that tube and at Shego's face.

"I gotta take her down, and fast." Kim thought. She felt something inside her click, and using the Matrix itself to enhance her strength and speed, she ran in a zigzag pattern, looking like nothing more than a big, red blur to her emerald opponent, and stopped five inches in front of Shego, using her opponent's shock at this display of speed to pick her up by the throat and throw her over the copy machine, no small feat in itself, and into the crates behind it. There was a loud thud, and no more was heard from the woman with emerald fire coming from her hands.

With Shego out of the way, Kim saw that her path to setting Ron free was clear, except for one small stone in her path: Doctor Drakken. She came up to him using her Matrix speed, brought her fist back, and was ready to slam it into his blue scarred face, but stopped when she heard Drakken's plea:

"Not in the face!" He cried, "Not in the face!"

Kim decided to grant him that request and simply made a roundhouse kick into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as well as knocking him out when he hit one of the computer banks. It was all clear. Kim came to the machine that Ron was trapped in and she looked at the screen between the two tubes.

Copy Status: 55

"Good." Kim smiled, "Now how do you turn it off?" She asked as her eyes scanned over the multitude of buttons and switches. All of them, so many different arrangements and colors that they seemed as chaotic as a bowl filled with different colored M&M's. "The hell with it." She said and finally gave in, smashing the control panel with a good, hard kick that sent out sparks and pieces of plastic and metal that used to be buttons, switches, and a control panel. She stood back as the lights on the control panels died down, the hum of the machine came to a slow stop, and the tube that held Ron Stoppable opened up and he tumbled out of it, onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath.

Kim dashed over to Ron and held him in her arms in a loving embrace.

"K… P?" Ron asked weakly, looking down at her back.

Kim loosened her embrace to look at Ron, "Yes. It's me and you're safe now." She whispered softly and then smiled, "What'd you say we get out of here?"

"No need to ask, Kim." Ron smiled and in-turn uplifted Kim's spirits.

"Can you walk?" She asked as she was about to stand up.

"Yeah, I think so. Just a little dizzy..." Ron answered as he got to his feet, at first a little wobbly, but quickly recovered.

Kim went over to where she had dropped her jacket. She was about to put it on when Ron had noticed the damage that was done to it. Kim immediately turned around to see the look on Ron's face.

"Jacket got a little torn, Ron." Kim apologized with a little blush.

"Hey, it's just like Wade said before, KP." Ron said, "Stuff happens when you're helping people and saving the world."

"Thanks, Ron." Kim smiled as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her Kimmunicator.

"You still have the Kimmunicator?" Ron asked.

"Long story." Kim said as she made the call and the voice came through.

"Operator." Link's voice called.

"Hey, Link!" Ron called.

"Damn, it's good to hear your voice, Ron." Link's voice answered back with delight.

"Link, we're going to need an exit and fairly close."

"There's an exit three blocks down in an old subway station." Link answered, "It'll start ringing when you get there."

"Thanks, Link." Kim said as she turned off the Kimmunicator and slipped it into her pocket, "Let's go home." She said to Ron as the two of them walked out of that warehouse, through the industrial area, and back into the city. For Kim, it felt as if she had been completed once again. When Ron was captured, she felt as if something was missing in her life. Of course, she missed her friend; that much she knew already, but it just felt deeper to her. She wondered if the Oracle was right; she had gone through all of that to save Ron, but there was never any danger of her or Ron dying in that battle…none at all. Kim decided to set the idea aside and just get to the exit, but hidden within the Matrix, there were powers that were keeping an eye on Kim and Ron. Somewhere within the Machine World, a small screen was blinking to life, and a green blinking cursor was starting its program:

Tracking System: Online

Anomaly Located

Probable Exit Located

Agents Loaded

Objective: Eliminate Anomaly and those aiding him

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It must have taken Kim and Ron a good forty-five minutes or so to walk those three blocks from the shipping yard to the subway station that Link had sent them to. The two of them walked down the steps into the station and saw that the place was in desperate need of repair. The concrete walls were old, gritty, and covered with graffiti of people's names, saying who rocks and who doesn't as if they were staking out territory. Looking around the place and seeing how bad it looked, Ron could see places and parts that looked like they were punched into; places that looked like fists and bodies were slammed against it.

"I think I've been here before…" Ron mused as the two of them looked over at a single telephone booth that looked brand new amidst all the dirt, grime, and age. It started to ring, which grabbed Kim and Ron's attention. The two of them went over to it.

"You first, Ron." Kim motioned for Ron to go first.

Ron went into the booth, and amidst the ringing, Kim had to ask something of Ron.

"Ron?" She asked nervously, "Do you remember you said there was something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yeah, KP… but…"

"I want to talk to you about something too." Kim stopped Ron in his utterances.

"I just want to ask you one question, KP." Ron said nervously, "I wanted to ask why you fight to save the world and all?"

Kim smiled because she knew the answer as if it was there all the time, "You." She smiled as she answered.

"What?" Ron asked, surprised.

"Because you are my world, Ron." Kim said as she laid a gentle hand on Ron's freckled cheek, "It'll only take a minute to get to the other side, so we'll talk more then, ok?" She asked as she leaned in to kiss that freckled check of his.

"Ok…" Ron blushed and touched his cheek tenderly as he reached out to grab the phone's receiver. As he was bringing it up to his ear, he looked over at Kim and smiled, "See you on the other side." He said as he brought the receiver to the side of his face. He felt himself in such a daze as he looked at Kim. All around everything started to turn black and green swirling like food going down a kitchen drain. As the world was shrinking away, Ron looked over to the stairs of the subway and saw three Agents coming down the steps bringing their guns to bear.

"Kim!" Ron screamed as his body vanished into the phone, "Look out!" He cried, trying desperately to pull away back into the world of the Matrix, but it was too late. He opened his eyes and found himself back into the dingy, grey, real world of the Neb II.

"We lost the exit." Link's voice called out to Ron, "What happ…"

Ron cut him off, "Agents!" Ron cried out, "Get me the hell back in there, now!" He barked in desperation, the need shimmering in his brown eyes.

"I'll try." Link said as he quickly tapped the buttons at his station, "Damn! The whole Manhattan Network's been blocked. The closest I can get you is Red Bank, New Jersey!"

"I don't care where you get me." Ron yelled as he sat back waiting for the upload, "Just get me as close as you can!"

As Ron waited impatiently for the upload to begin, Morpheus came around and looked down on Ron in his jack chair.

"Remember." Morpheus said, his voice still remaining as calm as ever, "Focus and you can do anything in the Matrix."

"Got it." Ron said, agreeing with Morpheus, but really feeling more annoyed as he felt the upload begin. His eyes closed and he felt the pull from the back of his head as if he were falling deep into a sleep while he felt a blinding flash of light wash over his eyes.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the place that Link had talked about, Red Bank, New Jersey. He found himself out in front of a store called, "Jay's and Silent Bob's Secret Stash", and saw ample opportunity. He closed his eyes and forced the Matrix vision to come back to him. As he opened his eyes back up and looked around, he could see and sense Kim's code miles away. Around her, the three Agents fighting her; her practice in the Construct's sparring program was showing through in that she was holding her ground, but she was slowly starting to lose the fight.

"I'm coming, KP!" Ron declared as he felt his bones start to tremble in his joints and he began to do something that he never would have thought possible. He clenched his fists and began to squat as if he was about to get a closer look at something on the ground. As his knees came down to the ground, the concrete all around him rippled like the surface of a pond after a large stone had been thrown into it. He pushed with his feet against the rippling concrete and he flew, literally FLEW, straight up into the air while the concrete and the buildings below him wobbled like Jell-O and went back to their original shape.

While in the air, Ron didn't think for a second that he was actually flying like Superman, his mind was filled with thoughts about Kim and the trouble that she was in. His eyes and mind were fixed on her Matrix code as he parted the clouds above the state of New Jersey like a speedboat making waves in a still lake. He flew up higher and higher above the clouds circling as if he was performing some kind of mid-air ballet before he looked out over the city and shot straight down like a bullet out of a gun, making the clouds swirl behind him like a tornado as he came down into the streets of New York within a matter of seconds.

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In the subway, where the exit to the real world was, Kim was trying to fight the Agents. At first she was holding her ground fairly well, but it got worse as time went on. It was as if the Agents had a switch or a knob within them that sped them up. It was so much that Kim was having a hard time keeping up with all the different attacks. Every one felt like she had been hit by a car, and Kim's blows weren't all that effective, even her most powerful attack didn't leave a single bruise on them like they did with Shego.

Kim tried another attack; she jumped towards the first Agent, who had identified himself as Agent Jackson, but then again it didn't seem to matter that they named themselves since they looked so much alike anyway. Kim made her attempted punch at Agent Jackson, but he dodged the punch and, while Kim was trying to regain balance by throwing so much force into her punch, the Agent slammed his elbow into the small of Kim's back. The blow was so much it felt like Kim was being broken in half as she fell to the concrete floor, where Agent Thompson slammed his foot into Kim's back as well.

The impact was so hard to Kim that it felt like her ribs were going to crack. She coughed uncontrollably and suddenly felt a warm fluid in her mouth; it was salty and coppery tasting. Looking around, she quickly got back to her feet while spitting out whatever it was in her mouth; it was blood. There was so much of it that, for a second, she thought she had lost a tooth. She gazed at the Agents, all three of them had neutral looks about them, not taking pleasure or regret at their actions, just…neutral, like automatons.

She gazed out at them with one eye since her right eye was dark and swollen shut from all the beatings that she had endured from the Agents. Stumbling backwards, her pride and inner strength could not and would not let herself fall. She looked back at the Agents, but before she could even get into her fighting stance, Agent Thompson quickly flew at her with the same blurred speed she had used against Drakken, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face into his knee. Kim got up and started to limp away from the fight.

"What is the saying?" Agent Thompson asked as the other Agents turned to face Kim, who was barely standing at the edge of the staircase that led out of the station, "Kim Possible, she can do anything, correct? I wonder…can she die?"

Kim looked back at the three Agents with her good eye, and it widened with terror as she watched the three of them pull out their side-arms, their Eagle .50s and take aim at Kim. She wondered if this was her time; she always knew that with the amount of danger that she faced everyday there would always be the risk of her dying, but she never imagined in her wildest dreams that it would end like this. Before she could even second guess her own death, she heard a voice from somewhere in the distance.

"KIM!" The voice screamed.

"Ron…?" Kim asked, but it was too late. By the time the voice had reached Kim Possible's ears, the Agents had pulled their triggers. She heard the bang of their guns as well as five blunt and painful thuds in her chest. It didn't hurt at first; it felt more like being punched, but then the aftershock gave way to a spread of fiery pain throughout her entire body. It went beyond pain for Kim, nothing in her life was like what she felt, yet that wasn't the end of it. She then felt whatever had hit her start to rip right through her back as if it was something inside her that got out.

She looked down at herself and found five wounds in her chest, all of them oozing with blood. Reaching up to them, she touched her chest, brought her hand out, and looked at the blood dripping through her fingers. She fell backwards, her weary legs giving way under the lead weight of her body. Her mind, which was still functioning, thought that she would meet the cold hard steps of the subway staircase. Instead, she felt something soft and warm. Whatever it was, it seemed to have arms capable of reaching out and grabbing her by her waist, holding her as she was lowered down to the ground.

Kim felt as if she was dozing off into a dream while the pain of the bullet wounds still flowed within her, forcing her to stay awake, but at the same time she felt so sleepy. In that state between sleep and awake, suddenly another memory had popped into Kim's mind, or more accurately a set of memories.

The memories started when she and Ron tried to stop Drakken from stealing a device called the Electro-Magneto Accelerator from this other scientist, Dr. Cyrus Bortel, who had also invented another set of devices called "Moodulators". One of these Moodulators ended up on the back of Kim's neck, while Ron picked up the controller, thinking that it was the Kimmunicator. During that time, her emotions were controlled by the Moodulator, but seemed randomized to everyone, so much so that Ron wondered if it was because of the fact that Josh Mankey had moved on to dating someone else that was causing these randomized emotions. However, that was quickly set aside when she started crushing on Ron. That was the first time that she had actually kissed Ron, but not just a peck on the cheek like that time under the mistletoe at Christmas; this was full-on lip locking with Ron, and it was wonderfully warm. That's what Kim remembered: the warmth of Ron's lips on hers. After that Moodulator incident, things were never quite the same between Ron and Kim; in fact, everything was so awkward that they tried to pretend that it never happened even though deep down they knew that it had changed them permanently.

The one memory that truly stuck with Kim as she was lying there on that subway staircase was when she and Ron watched this movie at her house. It was an animated movie though it was supposed to have great music in it. The movie was called Anna and the King, a remake of the old Rodgers and Hammerstein musical: The King and I. Though it was one particular song that she thought of in her drifting between sleep and awake: How can I not love you by Joy Enriquez.

Cannot Touch

Cannot Hold

Cannot be together

As she thought of the song in her head she felt herself being shaken awake.

"Kim!" The voice in the darkness called. Kim came back to the light and saw Ron kneeling over her. She watched as Ron pulled off his mirror lens sunglasses to see his big, brown, puppy dog-like eyes filled with such worry.

"R…Ron…?" She asked before she felt a sharp tickle in her chest and started to cough up more blood onto her lips and chest.

"No…no…no…" Ron muttered uncontrollably as the tears started to well in his eyes and roll down his cheeks where they dripped from his chin and onto Kim's bloodstained vest, "Please…please, KP…don't die! Please!" He begged as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, the blood from her wounds soaking into his jacket.

Kim could still hear that song in her head as if it was playing just for her.

Cannot love

Cannot Kiss

Cannot Have each other

Kim tried to speak, but her strength was starting to fade. She felt somewhat angry in the back of her mind, because it seemed that the Oracle was right after all. She had made a choice between Ron's life and her own. Kim knew that she couldn't continue to live in a world without Ron; that much she had declared to the Oracle, but lying there and hearing that song in her head, she wondered if Ron could continue his life…without her. She looked up at Ron and thought only one thing to herself as the song progressed in her head: it's now or never, Kimmie…

"Ron?" She coughed even more.

"Don't talk, KP." Ron cried, "We'll get you some help, just hang on…please."

Must be strong

And we must let go

Cannot say what our hearts must know

How can I not love you?

"Ron…" Kim wheezed again, taking one last breath and whispering her last words into Ron's ears, "I…love…you…"

As Kim uttered that, she felt a tremendous joy in her heart. It was Ron she had loved all this time. The one person that was with her through all those years of world-saving and helping people and yet she was so blind to the truth all that time. Even though she knew that it was the end for her, she felt happy, truly happy…at long last.

Kim Possible let out one last sigh of breath with a smile on her beaten and blood covered lips as she went limp in Ron Stoppable's arms.

What do I tell my heart?

When do I not want you here in my arms?

How does one waltz away from all the memories?

How do not miss you when you're gone?

"Kim?" Ron asked as he shook Kim's body lightly, her head bobbing as he shook her limp and lifeless body, "Wake up…come on, KP…wake up!" He cried as he continued to shake her body harder and harder. He leaned over, laid his head upon her chest, and heard no heartbeat. He reached around and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, "Not like this! No! Come back, Kim… I need you, please come back!" He begged so hard through his own tears as they mixed with the blood on Kim's clothes. It was the very thing that Ron wanted to tell Kim when they got back out into the real world, but she would never know how he felt…ever again.

Cannot dream

Cannot Share

Sweet and tender moments

There were those who felt different emotions toward what they were seeing. The three Agents that were standing a few yards away from Ron Stoppable were smiling to themselves to see that the Anomaly was truly only human if he was weeping over another human.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Link was watching with misty eyes; he had seen people die before, most certainly, yet it was the way that Ron was reacting to Kim's death that made him feel such loss. It was just like when Neo had lost Trinity, but Link doubted if Ron would know what to do, because no one in the real world had ever known how Neo did it. He looked over at Morpheus standing behind him with such sadness, grief, and anger in his dark eyes.

"Give him a chance." Morpheus uttered to Link.

Back inside the Matrix, the Agents couldn't get enough of what they were seeing; it was as if they knew that they had a 'job well done' on their hands.

"I should have brought popcorn." Agent Thompson smiled as he watched Ron desperately cling to Kim's lifeless body. The other two Agents watched warily as Agent Thompson made the bold step towards the Anomaly.

"You have no right to the title of Anomaly, Mister Stoppable." Agent Thompson stated as he loomed over Ron in his misery and grief, "Crying over a pathetic human female's passing? I thought that the Anomaly would be stronger and greater than this. She gave up her purpose when she left the Matrix with Morpheus, but you, you still have a purpose, one greater than this…cattle…"

The instant Ron heard those words, he could feel something within him loosen, like a wild animal breaking free of its cage.

"Shut up!" Ron snarled as he held Kim closer, "Just shut up!You…think she was just cattle? I loved her and you insult her like that? You're nothing but heartless machines…you don't even deserve to be in the presence of her body!"

With that last statement, Ron took a deep sniffle as he gently laid Kim's body down, picked up his sunglasses, put them on, and then rose to his feet, turning to face the three Agents. With the sunglasses on, the Agents couldn't see the sadness and grief burning in his eyes. To the Agents, The young man looked as much like a soulless being as one could be. Ron curled up his fists so tightly that the Agents could hear the cracking of the sinews and knuckles. All around him, the very fabric of the Matrix seemed to shimmer and wave like ripples in a pond.

The other two Agents could sense what was going on.

Agent Jackson looked to Agent Johnson, "This course of action is ill-advised."

"I concur." Agent Johnson agreed.

"Perhaps a retreat is in order…" Thompson said fearfully as he sensed the Matrix shaking all around Ron Stoppable as if he was the epicenter of a 10.0 earthquake.

"Oh no, you don't." Ron said, his voice devoid of all emotion, "This is for KP."

Cannot feel how we feel

Must pretend it's over

Must be brace and we must go on

Must not say what we've known all along

Ron Stoppable looked at Agent Thompson, the alpha of the trio; he gazed at him with such animosity and hatred that he could feel it burning throughout every inch of his skin. It seemed to be in only half of a blink of an eye that Ron had moved from where he stood. The next thing that Agent Thompson knew, he was lying on his back on the concrete with Ron sitting on his chest. Ron reached up and slammed his fist against Agent Thompson's face, breaking the program's glasses into pieces as they fell from his face, but that wasn't the end of it. He brought down his other fist against Thompson's face and the impact was such that Thompson's skin, flesh, and bone rippled like Jell-O, wriggling in every single direction, his jaw in one place and his eye in another. There was even a glimpse of the Matrix Code that made him up, which seemed to be breaking down, but only for a few moments before it reconstructed itself and set Thompson's face back to normal.

Back in the real world, the crew of the Neb II watched in fascination as Ron was beating the code, bites, and bytes out of the Agent himself. The code itself seemed to have shockwaves of its own from the powerful blows that Ron was bestowing upon the Agent for taking away the one person that meant so much to him.

"I've never seen anything like this before, sir…" Link stated to Morpheus.

"And I looked," Morpheus quoted from Revelation, "and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."

"What?" Niobe asked, looking at her husband, rather worried about the whole situation.

"I have very little regard for the Agents of the System." Morpheus stated, having little compassion in his voice, but then he closed his eyes and said, "But in this situation, I could almost find myself pitying them. Almost, but not quite."

Back inside the Matrix, Ron continued to pound Agent Thompson's face left and right until he could feel his own knuckles growing sore and raw. They weren't exactly to the point of bleeding just yet, but Ron could see the Agent he was beating the hell out of was starting to show signs of injury. Before, whenever they were hit, they would just bounce back; this time, the Agent was bruised, his eyes swollen shut, his lips split and thick, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and Ron was still pounding away, until the Agent's face was awash with blood, and Ron's knuckles were raw from hammering away at his face so much. He stood back on his feet, panting until he made a statement to all the Agents. He looked at them in a way that made the Agents very fearful of him.

"Your purpose was to police the Matrix." Ron stated to them in a voice that seemed so different from his own, as if he was a different person altogether, "You are now obsolete, thus you have lost your purpose. Programs without purpose have but one course left: Deletion."

Ron took a few more steps back. He stood at a stance that made the Agents very nervous, but at the same time confused because Ron had no corporeal weapons on him.
They'd surmised as much, but they also knew that not all of the Anomaly's weapons were physical. For the first time, these machine driven drones felt…afraid. Ron raised his hand towards the Agents and at first it seemed that nothing was happening.

The Agents relaxed for a moment, but only a moment.

All around Ron Stoppable, the Matrix began to ripple and distort like fabric rustling in the wind of a great storm. It seemed to emanate from Ron, swirling all around him like a swarm of angry hornets roused from their nest, yet the rippling of the Matrix didn't stop there; it also followed Ron's commands, and came to the Agents , crashing down upon them like a great Tsunami, and with that, the last two Agents fell to the ground where Thompson was, all three of them twitching and screaming in pain as the rippling began to infect them.

Ron's teeth clenched as he watched the Agents writhe in pain on the floor. His brow furrowed as he then brought up both hands towards the Agents like some kind of sorcerer. He watched as the Agents' skin, clothes, and other accessories began to turn into light, a light of green haze. From the green haze, leaked out strands of the Matrix code as if they were streams of blood running from the wounds in the Agents.

They were right where Ron wanted them; he raised his hands towards the ceiling and brought them down again. There was another great ripple and crash like a typhoon within the Matrix code, and like dust in the wind, the Agents were blown away, piece by coded piece, until there was nothing left, no Agents, just the subway that rippled back to its default state and Ron Stoppable standing there in his own victory.

"Funny…" He sighed as he reached up and pulled off his sunglasses, "That didn't make me feel any better."

How can I not love you?

What do I tell my heart?

When do I not want you here in my arms?

Ron went over to where Kim's body lay; he dropped to his knees, reached down and held Kim's limp body to his chest. He looked over to her face and stroked away a few strands of her ginger hair, even though her face was so badly beaten up, Ron could still see the beauty of her. The woman who would always say, what's the sitch? and no big and that wrestling was fake. Even with all the good and bad times that he'd had with her, he missed her so much.

"I let you down, KP…" He whispered to her as the tears flowed from his brown, puppy dog eyes once again.

As he looked at her, Ron consciously thought back to that discussion he'd had with Link back on the Neb II. Thinking about that, he tried to remember what it was that Link had told him.

Trinity did die. She was dead. Her heart was stopped, brainwave activity stopped, damaged beyond repair from the artificial negative stimulation, and her signal from the Matrix was gone. That was when Neo did something weird. The code around them, just them…went funny, and for a moment Neo merged with Trinity at a level beyond my understanding. It was like he reached into her heart, into her very soul and brought her back. No negative side effects… at all.

"How?" Ron asked desperately, hoping that there would be some kind of hint, some clue that would tell him what to do to bring Kim back. "How did he do it? I've figured everything else out…"

He went down and pulled Kim's body up onto his lap.

"Come on, Kim." He whispered as he placed his hand onto her chest, over her heart, "I need you here; I'm not going to let you leave me. Not like this! Do you hear me?" He relaxed and could feel his hand sinking into Kim's body; he couldn't believe that it was happening right before his very eyes. He was reaching into her, reaching into the very code that made up her digital self down to her unbeating heart, taking it into his hand as if it was a piece of fruit on a tree. "I'm not letting you leave me, Kimberly Anne Possible, not ever again…I love you too damn much!" He said to himself as something happened; he was starting to act upon instinct like he did when he was fighting those Agents. Yet, this time, he could feel something different within him taking over, not that other presence that helped him fight, it was his heart… the heart that loved Kim Possible as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

How does one waltz away from all the memories?

How do I not miss you when you're gone?

How can I not love you?

Must be brace and we must be strong

Cannot say what we've known all along

As Ron had his lips pressed against Kim's, he felt her heart start to beat in his hand once again. It had been jump started, and with that, a warm breath washed over Ron's lips. He smiled as he pulled his hand out of Kim's chest. He looked down and his eyes widened; Kim had completely healed; her face was no longer bruised, her lips no longer fat and bloodied, and her eyes widened yet very much alive in their emerald green glory as they stared back at Ron.

"Ron?" Kim asked weakly, before she blushed and a playful smile began to grow on her lips, "Never knew you were into necrophilia."

Ron didn't care; he reached down and hugged Kim tightly.

How can I not love you?

What do I tell my heart?

When do I not want you here in my arms?

I can't just waltz away from all the memories?

How do I not miss you when you are gone?

"You're really alive?" Ron blinked as he leaned back and looked into Kim's eyes.

"I…guess…" Kim blushed slightly at the intensity of Ron's stare at her; it was a look that Ron had never given her and it seemed to freak her out just a little bit, thought not as much as wondering if she was actually dead just a few minutes ago.

"Kim…" Ron stated.

Kim looked straight into Ron's brown eyes.

"About what you said before you…" Ron paused as his face turned a bright crimson, "You know…well…I feel the same way…I mean…I love you too."

Kim's eyes went wide. The Oracle was wrong; she didn't die. She may have made the choice about Ron's life and her own, but now she felt such contentment and completion on hearing those words come out of Ron's mouth that it was like she never left. She embraced Ron as the two of them leaned in to kiss one another. It wasn't an artificial, influenced kiss like with the Moodulator; this time…it was for real.

"Never do that to me again." Ron whispered against Kim's lips.

"I don't know…" Kim smiled as she slid her arms around Ron's neck, "Getting a reception like this kind of made it worthwhile."

"Oh yeah?" Ron smiled as he pulled back, and scooped up Kim into his arms like a knight in shining armor, "You still owe me you know? I was conscious for your first confession; you weren't when I told you."

"Told me what?" Kim smiled as she took in how comfortable it was being in Ron's arms. After all, she was never treated in such a way ever before. Sure, her father held her on his shoulders when she was younger, but nothing like what Ron was doing. Ron began walking up the stairs of the subway back to the streets of New York when Ron gave his answer to Kim.

"That I love you and I never, ever, ever want you to leave me again." Ron smiled before leaning in to kiss her again. He leaned back and smiled, "…whoa…"

Kim smiled back in a daze of her newfound love, "You know something Ron? Do you remember the Middleton Days Festival? Remember what I told you at the end of it?"

"Yeah." Ron answered, remembering back to that Moodulator episode.

"I meant it." Kim said as she leaned in to rub her nose against Ron's, "There's still fireworks."

"Let's go home." Ron smiled as he squatted down, sending out ripples through the concrete of the Matrix and rocketed up high into the air, with Kim squealing in his arms, but holding on tightly to his neck as the two of them headed back to New Jersey to find their exit out of the Matrix.

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Meanwhile, back at the warehouse, the defeated Doctor Drakken and Shego were meeting up with the Merovingian, the very man who had setup this whole event. He looked around at the sad state of things as well as how badly beaten Shego and Drakken were, not to mention their goons.

"So, he got away?" The Merovingian asked as he walked up to Drakken with his hands behind his back.

"Curse that Kim Possible and her bumbling sidekick!" Drakken growled as he rubbed his stomach where Kim had kicked him.

"How much of the code did you copy?" The Merovingian asked as he rubbed his chin.

"Around fifty five percent." Drakken sighed, "Blasted heroes…I hate them!"

"That's more than enough." The Merovingian smiled, "Did you activate the control system?"

"Why bother? There's not enough for a full copy." Drakken shrugged.

He then looked at the Merovingian and his henchmen and saw that all of them had a look as if someone was about to set off a bomb in the warehouse. It was the kind of look that said they wanted to get out as quickly as possible before this terrible event started to unfold.

"What?" Drakken asked, "Why's everyone so quiet?"

"You fool!" The Merovingian gasped as he dashed to the second tube of his machine. "Maybe it isn't…too late…"

Just as the words left the Merovingian's lips, a hand had reached out from the opened tube, which spouted steam like a kettle boiling. The hand reached for the Merovingian's tie and used it to pull itself out of the tube.

"Feels good to be back." The voice from the tube stated as he fully came out into the world. Everyone in the warehouse looked in horror as they saw the very program that nearly brought the Matrix to an end. Even the most fearless of people like Shego and the Merovingian couldn't help becoming petrified. They stood there as they looked upon an Agent standing there outside of the Code Copier and adjusting his tie before he reached into his inner breast pocket and pulled out a set of sunglasses.

"Y…you…" Shego whimpered as she crawled backwards into a corner made by the crates, "It…can't be! You're dead!"

"Ah, dear sister." The Agent smiled like that of a great demon brought from the darkest reaches of hell, "I see you remember me."

The Agent started to walk towards Shego before Drakken stepped in his way.

"Just who do you think you are?" Drakken said as he stared down at the Agent who was only a few inches shorter than he was.

"Doctor Drakken, I presume. Ah yes, I do remember you." The Agent smiled once again before he offered a handshake to the mad genius, "Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Smith….Agent Smith, and I am at your service."

To be continued…