A/N—Please review, etc, etc.  Shego/Drakken will come back into the picture very soon.

Chapter 18

            "See you tomorrow then?" asked Bonnie, stepping out of Ron's car.

            "Yea, I'll pick you up at eight in the morning, so we can get to the ski lodge in time for their free breakfast," said Ron, drawing a grin from Bonnie.  As he watched her walk back into her house, he couldn't help but smile.  Without another word, he drove off and headed home.

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            Kim got out of her car and headed inside after an eventful day with Josh.  Well, today's been…interesting.  Maybe I should call Ron and let him know I'm coming over tomorrow.  She cringed and decided against it when she remember their last phone conversation.  It's probably best to show up in person to show him that I really care about him.  I've got to tell him about the Josh being my temporary partner dilemma too; he made it seem like we're permanent partners now on the news.  God I hope he didn't see that.

            "How was your day Kimmie-cub?"  Kim shrugged before replying.

            "It was okay I guess.  I just needed something to do before I headed over to Ron's tomorrow."  Mr. Possible perked up.

            "You've made up with Ron?"

            "Not yet, but tomorrow I'm going to.  He has to know how much I care for him, especially since I realize now maybe we can be a couple."

            "That's my girl.  You go and show Ron just how much you value him.  He'll forgive you dear; I've seen his eyes when he was still your…boyfriend."

            "I sure hope so…"

The Next Day

            "See you later mom!" yelled Ron as he sprinted to his car, eager to arrive early.

            "Bye honey!" she yelled after him.  She heard the screech of tires as Ron sped off towards Bonnie's house.  Such a polite young lady, reminds me so much of Kim.  She sighed to herself as she recalled her talk with Kim.  I hope Ron can forgive her, for both their sakes.  She got up and started preparing breakfast in a cheerful mood thanks to her joyous son.  As she added eggs to her cake mix, she heard a knock on her door.  Setting the bowl down and rinsing her hands, she headed towards the door.  I told Ron to not forget anything.  She opened the door and to her surprise, it was none other than Kimberly Anne Possible standing nervously.

            "Hi Mrs. Stoppable.  Is Ron here?  I really need to talk to him."  Ron's mother cringed inside.  What awful timing.

            "I'm sorry dear, but Ron left for Bonnie's house.  They're taking a ski trip today, and I don't know when they'll be back."

            "Ski trip?"

            "I'm really sorry Kim.  I know you want to make up with him badly."

            "How long ago did he leave?"

            "Oh, a few minutes ago."

            "Thanks," she said and started leaving.

            "Dear, you know you're always welcome here.  I'm sure you and Ron will patch things up.  You're both such great people."

            "Thanks, I'm going to try and catch him," she said, running to her car.  Good luck Kim, Mrs. Stoppable thought to herself.  You two need each other.

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            Without any hesitation, Kim jumped into her car and sped off to Bonnie's house.  Come on Ron.  Please be there.  She silently prayed as she drove along the empty road.

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            Getting out of his car, Ron made his way through the deep snow to Bonnie's front door.  He rang the doorbell and was greeted by Bonnie's mother.

            "Oh hi Ron," she said sweetly.  "Bonnie's just packing some extra clothing.  She'll be with you in a minute.  Would you like to come in?  Drink some hot cocoa?"

            "Thanks," said Ron, stepping inside and out of the frigid winter cold.  Taking off his shoes and coat, Ron sat down at the finely crafted kitchen table.  Mrs. Rockwaller made him so hot chocolate and set it down in front of him.  Taking a sip, Ron felt heavenly warmth creep into his body.  "I guess making good hot chocolate is a family trait," he joked.  Mrs. Rockwaller smiled.

            "Ron, this is instant hot cocoa mixed with boiling water."

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            Parking in front of the Rockwaller residence, Kim was relieved to see Ron's car still parked there.  Not caring about whatever scene she would make by showing up, she ran through the immaculate snow and banged on the door.  The only thought on her mind was Ron.

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            "Now who could that be?" asked Mrs. Rockwaller.

            "I got it mom!" yelled Bonnie, finally coming downstairs.  Unlocking the door, she opened it and found herself face to face with Kim.

            "Let me see Ron," panted Kim, clearly out of breath.

            "You have some nerve don't you?  You come over to my house unannounced after physically assaulting me and start making demands."

            "Listen, Bonnie, I'm really sorry but I need to see Ron," said Kim, shoving aside her pride and stubbornness.

            "I'm here, KP," Ron said icily, approaching the front door.

            "Ron, thank God!  I, you, I talked to your mom, and, I discovered some things, and then I—"

            "Kim, I have no clue what you're trying to say, and I thought I made it clear on Christmas that I have no desire to speak to you."

            "Ron, please just hear me out.  I really care about you, and no one can replace—"

            "Replace?  You mean when you replaced me with Josh Mankey as your spirit dance partner?  When you replaced me with him as the person you'd want to hang out with most?  Or do you mean the time when you replaced me with Josh after you got tired of going out with me?"  Ron's voice intensified with every sentence, a crescendo of rage boiling deep within him.

            "No, Ron, please, that's not what—"

            "That's not what you mean?  Like I haven't heard that one before.  What made you think you could just kick me off Team Possible-Stoppable; oh wait, I mean Team Possible."

            "Ron, I never kicked you off.  I—"

            "Right, you just replaced me.  It's ironic isn't it KP?  You say I'm irreplaceable but you replace me at your slightest whim."  Ron's voice had gone from justified anger to an icy cold, apathetic tone.  It drove Kim to pieces just to hear him talk so coldly to her.

            "Please, Ron…"

            "Come on, Bonnie.  We better hurry if we're going to beat the traffic there," said Ron, walking by Kim and to his car.  Bonnie followed, closing the door on her way out and giving Kim a sympathetic look.  At some level, it hurt her to see her once greatest rival so beaten.