Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. This is an endeavor of homage to the program.

Author's Notes: This chapter was going to be the next one, but what I had planned is taking a little longer to get right. The next chapter revolves around, perhaps the most under utilized characters of the series. Though truth be told the chronology of the story goes better with them in this order, so all things are working out.

And about my other stories: The next story of the Redemption series should have its first chapter posted by the end of the week. Also, the next chapter of my Team Possible should be up, though it might be my Path series instead.

Now onto the story…

"Kimmie," came the lilting voice up the stairs to the attic bedroom of the teen.

An alabaster hand emerged from the bed covers to pull a pillow tighter around her head to try and block out not only the sound, but the light. The lump in the bed felt something sit near it and mumbled something indiscernible through the material and cushioning. Unbeknownst to the still wanting to slumber form it had left her foot exposed to the air.

With a wry grin and a deft hand fingers flew across the bottom of the exposed foot, causing the now shocked teen to sit up in her bed, feet tucked securely under her. "Mom!"

"Sorry, Kimmie, but it is ten thirty, I thought you might like some pancakes."

Kim looked at the face of her mother and knew that it wasn't an ask, it was a tell. She sighed. "Okay, Mom. Give me a minute to get dressed."

"I'll get the pancakes started. We can have some girl talk."

"Then Dad and the Tweebs?"

"They went to a parts swap out at the fair grounds. It will be just us girls," said her mom with her, 'I want to hear all about it smile.'

Kim moved her feet to the floor as her mother left the room. She shuffled over to her closet and pulled out a tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. She walked to her bathroom and proceeded to disrobe form her nightshirt and then sat down. As she finished her business, she pulled a brush through her hair and formed it into a crude ponytail that would function for now. She slid the shirt over her head and slid on the shorts. More delicate garments could wait till later.

The smell of pancakes greeted her nose as she descended the stairs to the main floor of the house. She sighed as she sat in the chair in front of a stack of pancakes and a cup of coffee. She put on a pout, "No juice?"

"Put that pout away," said her mother laughing. "We have juice. I thought you might like some coffee also."

"Well, I guess so," she said as she poured in sugar and cream into her coffee cup.

Her mother sat down another plate of pancakes and went to the refrigerator and pulled out the container of orange juice. Removing two glasses from the cabinet, she sat all three on the table between the two plates. She sat down and joined her daughter in cutting up the fluffy stacks in front of them.

"So?"

Kim's eyes opened wide, "So what?"

Kim's mother giggled at her. "So, how was last night? You got in late. I had to convince your father it was because of the mission."

"Yeah, we stopped Drakken and Shego again. It was pretty rough."

"I can imagine. So tough you come back and get your prom dress and meet up with Ron at the corner."

Kim choked down a mouthful of pancakes. "How?"

"Did I know? Mother's grapevine. As soon as Ron left, his mom called me. Don't worry, Honey, we all know it is about time. So, how was it?"

Kim got a far off dreamy look on her face.

"That good, huh? I am so happy for you."

"But, Mom, I didn't say anything."

"The look was enough. So how good of a kisser is he?"

"MOM!"

"Don't tell me that you two didn't. So?"

A rosy blush came over Kim's cheeks. "It was nice. He kisses so softly." Looking at her plate, she realized that she was moving her forked piece of pancake around in a heart shape.

Kim looked up as the phone rang. "Finish your breakfast, I'll get it," said her mother.

Picking up the receiver, she smiled at the voice on the other side. "Oh, hi. Yes she is up; we were just talking about last night." She paused listening to the other side of the conversation. "Okay, we'll see you in a little bit." She hung up the receiver and walked to the table.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, that was Ronald. He seemed very excited and wanted to talk to you about something that came up because of last night. And he will be here in about ten minutes."

Kim slammed her juice and rushed for the stairs. "MOM! That means that I only have ten minutes to get ready!"