Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or the characters there in. I do own a couple of ideas that I would be willing to sell for the right price.

It was three in the morning, the house was quiet except for the occasional night time sleeping sounds coming from the Stoppable's bed room. Three days ago Ron had eulogized his best friend and partner and had only nightmares when he closed his eyes. Everyone at school cut him a wide berth, which he appreciated. Monique coddled him, others babied him. No one treated him normally.

He sighed for the he forgot how many time. He looked around the dimly lit room His desk was now a memorial to Kim instead of it's normal appearance. In the center was the program to the funeral and his handwritten eulogy. I need to get that framed to give to the Drs. P, he thought. His eyes caught the card.

He picked it up and looked closer at it. He half smiled; it was the closest he had come to smiling in a week. It was done in both black and green ink. Ron nodded thinking of Shego. If you ever need anyone to talk to, call me. Ron picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" answered a groggy, angry voice after the fifth ring.

"Shego? Is that you?"

"Yeah, what the Hell do you want?"

"Sorry if this is a bad time, I'll call back later."

"WAIT! Ronnie, I didn't realize it was you. I'm slow to wake up sometimes. What time is it anyway?"

Ron looked at his clock and frowned, "It's three, I'm sorry. I should have thought of that first."

"No, no. I said anytime, you didn't know any better, and you wouldn't have called me unless you were ready or at your wits end."

"...yeah, how did you know?"

"Observation. Plus, being around you so much you get to know someone. Give me a minute to change phones to the cordless."

Ron heard the sound of a receiver being put down and someone getting up. He thought he heard the sound of a groan and then footsteps. Ron heard a click and then Shego's voice, "Okay, this way I can get some coffee while we talk. So what's up?"

"I don't know. Nothing is right. I don't know if I can go on. I, I don't want to..."

"Keep living? Sure you do."

"How do you know."

"Like I said Ronnie, I know you. You will keep going on because you have to keep going. Kimmie would have wanted you to keep on living. If you do what has run through your head she would kick your ass all over eternity and try to kick it back. We both know this. Plus, who will take her story to the world? Who will make sure that the real Kim Possible is never forgotten? Not the crime fighting world saving Kim. The best friend, pick you first because you are her friend no matter what anyone else thinks of you Kim."

Shego paused and the silence on the other end was broken by the sound of breathing. She knew that he was still there and that was a good thing. "You want to know when I had the hardest time with her, Stoppable? When I put a dig in about you. That vixen usually held back her kicks and punches, but if I mentioned something derogatory about you, watch out."

"Really?"

"Believe it. I got x-rays of the broken ribs to prove it. The girl had majour issues about people putting you down. The only time I ever heard you stick up for yourself is when Drakken forgot your name."

"When everyone forgets it."

"I don't forget it. Don't blame them though. Some people are naturally that way. Kim was the face and even you made sure that the spotlight was always on her."

"Shego, I ... want to thank you for the ride. It helped. For a few minutes I ... forgot. I got lost in the speed. It was like she was here again."

"No problem, listen. I'm still in the area, want another ride? I could be there by four."

"Sure, then I can return your stuff."

"They're your stuff, think of it as a conciliatory gift. A small way to help make amends to all the hell that we put you through. Make sure you have your clothes on for school. I'll make sure you get there on time. Toodles."

Ron hit the end button and sat on the bed. He looked at the red numbers on the clock and figured he had about thirty minutes before he needed to get ready. It wouldn't be the first time that he went to school without sleep. He wrote out a note telling his parents not to worry. He picked up his Kimmunicator and frowned. He flipped up the screen and waited a moment for Wade.

"Hey, Ron. What's up?"

"Hey, Wade. I am going out for a bike ride with Shego. I wanted someone to know. Just in case."

"Whoa, you said Shego? Why? How did she get in touch with you?"

"I called her. She gave me her card after the funeral. Every thing is cool; I just need to get out for a while, and I am sure that this will help. She is going to drop me off at school. I will swing by KP's locker to let you know that things are frosty. Besides, whats the worst that could happen?"

"Ron, she could...," Wade stopped when he saw Ron's 'Yeah, So?' expression. "Be careful, buddy. Wade, out."

Yeah she could kill me. Then I would be with KP again. I am not that lucky,thought the teen as he put on his school clothes and then the poncho. He grabbed the helmet and note and left the room. He quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton and polished off the contents. Closing the fridge, he placed his note on it and then threw away the empty container.

He walked out of the door and to the curb. He looked at his watch and noticed it was ten till, then he heard the slight scream of the bike.

AUTHORS NOTES: The next chapter should be up sometime tomorrow. I think. I have to decide if it is the way I want to go first. Thank you for the reviews.