Through The Years Chapter 7: untitled, a kim possible fanfic

Stop! Although it is slightly updated you may have already read this chapter, it was formally chapter three. But I had to move it to fix the timeline problems. If this is your first time here enjoy the story if not skip on to the next chappie.

Ron awoke with a jolt, his brain racked with pain. He grabbed his head trying to contain the pounding. As if the pounding in his brain wasn't enough his chest felt as if it was on fire. He clutched the area around his heart, attempting to quell the fire in his chest. He couldn't put his hand on it, but he felt different. In fact he knew he was different. Suddenly a vast coldness began to creep up through his ankles.

"What happened to me?"

Ron searched his brain for the answers. Certain memories flooded back into his brain. He remembered a building, yes a building with hostages. He and Kim were at some office party. Then some crazy costumed freak crashed the party using some kind of magic scepter.

"Illusie, that's what he called himself."

Ron recalled that was the exact same moment he and Kim had decided to stop the guy. There was some piece of information that he was forgetting. It was something important.

"The guy, he said something about the scepter creating illusions, no that's not it. There was something else. He had planted something in the building, bombs. Yeah bombs, he said he planted bombs throughout the building."

Ron sprang to his feet in a panicked state, it was then he noticed the timer on the wall. It resembled a digital clock. Strangely the rest of the room was in complete darkness, but he could see the timer as bright as day. As if it was waiting for him to see it, the timer began to count down from six minutes. He knew he had to escape somehow; but where was he? And where was Kim? Did she get captured? All these questions raced through his mind, as the coldness crept into kneecaps.

"Many of those questions no longer concern you" a deep voice bellowed from within the darkness.

"Illusie, is that you, where is Kim?" He called out.

"My name also does not concern you, but I can show you where to find all the answers."

Abruptly a dim and promising glow appeared in the farthest reaches of the darkness. Intuitively, he knew that the light would save him from his pain. It seemed to magnetize him like a beacon in a sea of darkness; he had to direct himself to it. Cautiously he placed his hand out and let the light wash over it. A feeling of peace, comfort, and love enveloped him. There were no words to describe just how he felt. As he prepared to step into the light, a sharp shriek filled the air.

"Ron"

He recognized the voice immediately.

"Kim," he said to himself and retreated from the light.

By the sound of her voice, she seemed to be in distress. "Illusie must have captured her."

Ron backed further away from the light, he didn't know what was on the other side, but Kim wasn't there. It wasn't where he belonged. He tumbled through the darkness into a strange void of unfamiliar space. Sharp, stabbing nameless voices, without form, seemed to chase him in the blackness. It was as if he was spinning, confused, frightened and utterly alone. Strangely enough, the bright light was following him. He ran until he collided with a wall in the darkness. He turned to see the light increasing in magnitude.

"I must be under Illusie's spell."

Ron

Kim's voice came through the darkness once again, this time it sounded distant.

"She's on the other side of this wall," he thought.

He began to beat himself against the wall, to his surprise it began to give way.

"I'm coming Kim"

Using all of his strength, he broke through wall, and scrambled to his feet. He found himself at the mouth of a river. A river of complete darkness, the water looked more like crude oil.

Ron I need you

The voice sounded even more distant, but he could tell she was on the verge of tears. He looked up at the ceiling, to see that there was a timer in this room to, and it had just gone down past five minutes.

"Don't worry Kim I'm coming," he said as he dove into the water.

The water was choppier than he expected and the current moved as if it had a mind of its own. Pushing Ron towards the direction, he came from.

As Ron struggled against the current, the deep voice returned, "Why do you continue to fight me?"

"Get out of my head Illusie" he cried.

"Do your muscles not ache against the constant struggling? Do your limbs not ache? Relax and I can show you the true meaning of life."

Ron ignoring the words continued to work against the current. Slowly but surely he was making his way through the dark water. Blindly following where he thought, her voice was coming from. Around a minute later he came to the riverbank, he crawled quickly to the shore, and collapsed. He rolled onto his back, gasping for air. For some reason he could feel fluid in his lungs.

"That can't be normal," he said to himself fighting the fire in his brain. He opened his eyes to see the light illuminating the river.

"What the hell is with that light?" He wondered as he turned to run.

Ron moved through the fog. His footsteps were silent as he approached a door, the damp air pressing around his shadowy form. Another timer was attached to the door; he was now down to less then four minutes. He pushed through the door, and exited into a staircase.

"I knew it I'm still in the building" he looked down to see that his clothes were completely dry.

"Just an illusion" he said to himself "it's a good thing too, because this tux cost me an arm and a leg."

He rubbed his leg as the coldness reached his thigh; he massaged it for a few minutes before climbing. He only went up one floor before he came to another door, the only path he could find. He entered a hallway filled with dark, moss-covered doors, muted and hazy in the stillness, giving the place a gloomy air.

"This place just screams happiness"

As he moved along the rows of doors, a movement caught his attention. A figure slunk through the fog, and approached. A semi transparent old man, carrying an old book, stood staring at Ron. To him the old man appeared to be a hologram, or something familiar.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."

"Ok grandpa or should I say Illusie. I'm not even going to pretend to know what the hell you're talking about. Just tell me where Kim is"

"I fear that no longer concerns you."

Ron began to feel his rage building, as he watched another timer continue to count down, "look time is running out, where is she?"

The old man remained silent.

Ron charged at the old man, and threw a right hook. The blow passed right threw the old man, sending Ron sprawling to the floor.

"From an endless dream we have come. In an endless dream we are living. To an endless dream we shall return", said the old man.

"Right sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree. Is that the next line?" Ron replied from the ground, as he spit dirt from his mouth. The timer was down to two minutes and thirty seconds.

He picked himself off the floor; it was getting harder and harder to breathe. His body felt sluggish.

"I know she's behind one of these doors, I can feel it", he managed to blurt out. It was becoming difficult to talk.

He stumbled to the first door he could find, opened it and stepped through. He stood in shock to discover the doorway led to his parent's house. But the furniture and the decorations, they were different, but he could tell it was the house.

"Come on Ronnie."

"That voice, its mom's" Ron watched as his mother entered the room. It was his mother all right, but much younger and vibrant.

"That's my boy," she cooed.

"Mom what's going on---" Ron stopped when his mom reaches her hands out, and a small baby with small strands of blond hair, made his way towards his mother.

"Ooh my big boy is walking."

Silently he backed away from the scene, and he was mysteriously returned to the hallway. He turned to the old man who continued to remain silent. Ron pushed through another door, only to be transported again. This time he stood in the middle of the street, before his house. He stood in place watching a new scene unfold.

"Dad I don't want to go" Ron whined.

"Don't worry son, you'll love Camp Wannaweep. Now relax the bus will be here to pick you up soon."

"Dad, are you getting rid of me so you and mom can have adult relations?"

"What? Where did you pick up such language?"

"Come on dad I want to stay here and play with Kim."

"No son, I'm sure she'll be waiting for you when you get back."

"Alright" yelled Ron as he returned to the hallway. "What the hell is this?"

"Many would give anything to relive these memories."

Ron examined the old man "Where did you get these images? Are you probing my brain?"

"I have no need to probe as you say. I know everything about you, Ronald Stoppable, age 29, Virgo, currently married to a Kim Possible; he likes long walks on the beach and Meryl Streep movies."

"Enough with the banter, are you going to tell me where you're keeping her?"

"I have already told you--"

"That's it I've had enough of you. She's behind one of these doors, I know it"

In a huff he turned away from the old man, and continued to move down the hallway, searching for any clues he could use.

"She's got to be behind one of these doors. Come on KP give me a sign", he said as he pushed himself into another random door.

He stepped onto the beach, as a cool tropical wind, wafted from the ocean.

"San Medro" he whispered to himself.

He hid himself and watched as he and Kim appeared from, the thick jungle. Their clothes were torn and raggy, the result of once again saving world just hours before.

"Well Kim, we're officially stranded"

"It's alright Ron I'm sure someone will come for us eventually."

"Yeah I hope so" he replied. "Well go ahead, I'm waiting."

"For what?"

"The lecture, the "you shouldn't have pressed the button, after I told you not to press the button, which inadvertently causes us to be stranded on an island" lecture.

Oh Ron you don't need me to remind you of your shortcomings. I would've thought they'd be obvious by now."

"Ah, real funny."

"Well Ron, just to put your mind at ease, its ok. As long as we're alive it's ok"

"How Zen of you KP."

"Besides Ron, this island is gorgeous. The night sky isn't this beautiful over Middleton."

"So I did good?"

"You did good." She turned to him with a mischievous smile, "you know Ron we're alone on this island."

"Yeah we've already gone through this. We're alone, completely isolated from any signs of human...oh ohh."

"Well this is where I exit, something about watching myself get it on, seems sick and wrong".

Ron tumbled through the door and crashed to the floor, his legs felt numb. His body acted as if he was losing blood, but he didn't have a cut on him.

"I expected you to see that vision to the end," the old man announced as he stood over Ron.

"I got jealous."

"Are you ready to stop fighting me now, or since there is some time remaining, shall you experience more?"

"Screw the visions; I'm not interested in the past. Where is Kim?"

"You of all people should know that she can help herself. Are you that egotistical to believe that she needs you with her at all times? She can, and will, move on without you."

Ron grimaced from the pain "what do want from me?"

"I'm here to help you, you're in pain right."

"Unbearable."

"I can remove you from the pain". Ron could see the bright light beginning to illuminate the hallway it was coming. "Do you want to escape this pain?"

"Yes."

"And there is more, you have guilt. Minor infractions compared to most, but they've caused you so much pain. Years ago you stole a single piece of candy from a store, and five dollars from your mother's purse."

"That was so long ago."

"Ah yes but you may not know it, but it still weighs heavily in your heart. Just like in the case of your recent bedroom antics, many young women have had their hearts spurned by you. Especially one you hold dearly in your heart, you've hurt her before."

He re-lived those moments and felt not only what he had done but also the hurt he had caused; things he had never imagined would have caused such pain.

"These are the moments that have burdened your heart for all of these years."

"I'm sorry," Ron cried. "I'm so sorry."

"I can relieve you of this emotional pain, shall I?"

"Yes."

The light began to blind Ron's eyes, he became directed to other events which gave joy to others, and although he felt unworthy it seemed the balance was in his favor.

"I've a guest for you Stoppable". A figure stepped through the light.

Ron strained his eyes to see an approaching figure, "grandpa"

It was his grandfather, he looked younger than he remembered and was without the hairy mole on his chin, but undoubtedly his grandfather.

"Hey Ronnie, how's it going?"

"I've been better grandpa, how are you?"

"Hey I'm great, I spend most of the time cruising for chicks; don't tell your grandma though. Technically as of now I'm single."

Ron laughed.

"Ronnie I was always wanted to say, I'm sorry for uh you know... a week before your eighteenth birthday. I was planning on taking you fishing, family tradition you know."

"You can still do so" interrupted the old man "Ronald what is your answer, shall I arrange your meeting?"

Ron, don't leave me.

"That voice" Ron quickly pinpointed where it came from, a door adjacent of the old man.

"Its no big grandpa, don't take this the wrong way, I'm really happy to see you, but I've got somewhere to be" he swiftly got to his feet and barreled through the door.

"Hey KP I'm here, are you ok?"

He searched the room but it was completely empty, nothing but a cars and motorcycles on display.

"A showroom? Right a showroom; this is where it all began. This is where the party was held. But where is everyone?"

Ron surveyed the room. He stopped when he stared at the sky bridge; the sky bridge connected two building together. This signal bridge brought two buildings, directly parallel to each other, together. But now it was severed as if it had blown to pieces, there was no longer any access to the other building.

"Kim, she's on the other side."

"Yes she is" replied the old man, from behind.

Ron turned to him "why do I know that?"

"Team Possible even after years of inactivity, had defeated the villain Illusie; they had managed to disable all of the bombs in the building, but as a safety precaution they escorted the party goers across the sky bridge. You Ronald Stoppable being the gentleman that you are, returned alone to this building, apparently to drag Illusie's unconscious body across the bridge. Unfortunately--"

"There was one more bomb".

"Yes as you carried, Illusie's body toward the skybrdge, he activated the bomb, although you weren't on it, the shock wave not only gave you a serious injury, but it sent you crashing into that wall.

The old man pointed to a crater on the wall. Ron dropped to ground, and pressed his hands over his face.

"So I'm"

"Hanging by a thread."

"So you are"

"The one appointment we all must keep, and for which no time is set"

"Ah the Riddler."

"You were always a peculiar fellow Stoppable"

"This is sad enough to be the first track on an album by The Cure. Ron sighed," one question though, why all these games, why didn't you just take me"?

"You see the timer on the wall."

Ron had forgotten about the timer. It was down to fifty seconds.

"As I've stated you are hanging on by the thinnest of threads. If that timer hits zero an explosion will occur, this building will come down. And if you're still here, you'll be trapped between life and death, surrounded by nothing but darkness, no awareness of the outside world. It'll be just you, your suffering, and your memories. This is in my opinion a fate worse then death. Follow me and embrace the light, and you can avoid such a fate."

"What about Kim?"

"She'll be fine, believe me. Hurry your decision must be made soon."

Ron ruffled his hair and said nothing.

"If your concern is for the girl, think about it this way. Do you want her to see you in such a state, forcing her too make a decision she shouldn't have too make?"

"That's not it, there's something else. It's been bugging me forever, rattling around in my brain. Something I've got to remember" said Ron in deep thought.

"There is no time."

"Shut up" he screamed "let me remember."

Seemingly random memories flooded into Ron's mind. One of which was two weeks ago.

"Hey Kim I'm home" said Ron.

She ran up quickly to him and grabbed the grocery bag from his hands.

"Where's my pickle?"

"What?"

"You forgot to buy my pickle."

"Um Kim I'm sorry but, I think you should be happy , that I was willing to leave the house at one in the morning to get you some ice cream.

"Oh yeah thank you for nothing, you are such an idiot. How could you forget the damn pickle?"

"Kim, you've been a little moody lately"

He stared at her as tears formed in her eyes "I'm sorry Ron, I love you so much."

"Um Ok"

"No way" Ron said to himself, as another memory came.

Ron walked into the bathroom, as Kim stood over the toilet.

"Kim, you've been throwing up all day, maybe me and Adrian shouldn't go to the park.

Kim threw up again into the bowl, "no you guys go on ahead; it's probably just food poisoning."

"Ok, we'll see you later."

"Don't tell me"

"This party's a snore fest" she said.

"Not to mention a sausage fest, I mean you're the hottest girl here."

"Ron I'll take that as I compliment, I think."

"Take it as whatever you want", he grinned.

"How about we blow this party, I've got to tell you something important, anyway."

"Is it about how good I look in my tux?"

"No this is good news. Ron I--."

Suddenly an explosion rocked through the showroom.

"Citizens of Middleton, bow down to Illusie"

It would have been better, if you hadn't come to this conclusion. It will just make your transition more difficult," said the old man solemnly

Ron rose to his feet, a blank expression on his face.

"What are you doing, Stoppable."

"I've just got to get to the other side," he said as he approached a motorcycle.

"What? You must not fear me, I'm not the greatest of evils; it is worse to wish for my appointment, and have me not come. You have only two options, and only one can lead to peace. If this building explodes, you will regret it. Embrace the light."

Ron placed himself on the bike, and positioned it towards the sky bridge. "I've got another option."

"You are being very foolish."

"Let me ask you something, beyond that light, does it have what I want."

"No, but it has what you need. It has what you've earned."

"That's good to know, but I'm a selfish man. Does it have what I want?"

"No, but of course in due time."

"In due time she'll probably remarry again, and that meeting will be a tad awkweird don't you think?"

"What are you planning?"

"If I time it right, the explosion should propel me towards the other building. I think I read something like that somewhere in high school. I guess reading is fundamental. I hope this works she's always mad, when I spend too much time away."

"It's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, for Kim Possible's husband."

Ron accelerated the motorcycle, towards the sky bridge. He blurred past the old man without blinking.

"Ron Stoppable, a very interesting fellow."

As the bike reached the end of the platform, the building exploded. The explosion pushed Ron forward like a rocket. He flew through the air, at break neck speed towards the other building. Crash landing on the other side of the bridge, he was thrown clear from the bike, as his body was flung towards the nearest wall. He braced himself for the tremendous impact.

He awoke screaming into the oxygen mask which the paramedics had put on his face. The pain had increased ten fold.

"We've got a heart beat" the doctor called out.

Ron thrashed about disoriented, forcing the doctors to sedate him. He began to feel drowsy as many people scurried, around him.

"Your one lucky son of gun, a few seconds pass the deadline and you would have been a vegetable."

"Lucky" Ron whispered as he went under.

He opened his eyes in what seemed like a few minutes later.

"Ron how are you feeling?"

"Kim is that you?"

"Yeah"

"I showed that old jerk, Kim, you should have seen it. I was cool, like an action movie star."

"What old man?"

"Ah never mind."

"Ron I thought I'd lost you again" she said as she began to cry.

"I'm like a roach Kim, annoying and hard to kill. Did we get him?"

"Illusie, yeah we got him, of course he's missing a few teeth right now." She said as she cracked he knuckles

"Not bad after years of inactivity huh."

"Not bad at all"

"So Kim, did you have something to tell me?"

The old man stood over Ron's body invisible, to him and Kim.

"Looks like he made it after all, I guess the old saying is true, it takes more courage to live, anyone can die."

He opened his book and with a red pen, he put a line through the name Ronald Stoppable.

"Well I'd better get back to my rounds. I am in a hospital after all. We we'll meet again Ron Stoppable. But not for awhile".

Well what do you think, the story was a little ambitious, and is different from the rest. But I think that's ok.