The next chapter in this little bon-bon of fluffy goodness. Enjoy.

Once a bride.

I was once a bride. I was beautiful. Flowers trailed behind me and drifted to the floor, and I was happy.

A girl groaned and tried to lift her head. Aching muscles and a heavier than it should be sheet held her down.

"Ah, I see you're awake, my dear imposter," a stern fatherly voice said. She turned her head to try and see who'd spoken, but shocks of pain made her drop her head back to the pillow. "Don't try to move," the voice said, a touch of concern riding on it.

"Who are you?" a strange, familiar voice said, and she tried to see, since it was so…hers? A recording? Where was she?

"I'm…Kim. Kim Possible," she replied.

"No, I am. Who are you really?" A figure appeared over her like a mirror and she squinted in confusion. It was her, but softer, her face unlined and although confused, unafraid.

"You're me…" she said. She stared at her doppelganger. Her hair was the same shade, only slightly shorter and less dirty, she was sure of that. A bath had been the last thing on her mind for the last year or so.

Footsteps. "So, the sitch, what is it KP?" Not him. Not here, not anywhere.

"Ron?"

"Bwahuh? KP…?"

She leapt off the bed and grabbed him, hugging him tightly and kissing him as hard as she could. His lips were the same, his breath, his body against hers, and the taste of his mouth. She felt tears rolling down her face; she knew it wasn't him, but she didn't care. As tight as she clasped him, it still wasn't enough to shake what she knew was real. Gradually, she let go. The bed frame supported her and she dared not to glance up at him, for her emotions would get the better of her again. Sinking slowly to the floor, she began to cry.

Ron couldn't move for a second or two. The shock of the girl who looked just like Kim suddenly jumping out of the bed and onto him was too much and he simply stood there and stared at her. Feeling self conscious, he walked over to stand by Kim; putting his hand on the small of her back, he looked around confused. "KP, what's going on?"

"I don't know," she replied. "Doctors, what-who is she?"

They explained how Dr. Drakken had crashed into their lab and stolen the PDVI, then how a spontaneous wormhole had materialized in the non-vacuum portal matrix; at least they simply stated that had happened, since they couldn't really explain it for the life of them. Kim and more so Ron simply nodded, both having lost them at "non".

"Say, let's pretend that I have no idea what you're…OK, I have no idea what you're talking about," Ron said.

"The non-vacuum portal matrix is a gateway to other dimensions that utilizes the PDVI to open wormholes to other dimensions," the husky scientist with a beard said.

"Let me tell you, it was quite a surprise for somebody to stumble through," the other man in a lab coat said, raising an eyebrow and jumping in front of his colleague.

"And the reason for that is simple," the larger man said.

"See, there has to be someone on the other side transmitting for us to receive anything," the smaller man interjected.

"We only have the ability to receive at this point in time-"

"So we were hoping somebody in another dimension might be able to send transmissions through or something."

"Not that we could do anything with them-"

"But it would be really cool."

"I'm guessing you guys paid for this with a federal grant, right?" Ron said snarkily. Kim covered her mouth to hide her smile.

"Of course," they said in unison.

"Excuse me…can somebody tell me where I am and what year it is?" Everyone turned back to the other Kim who'd risen from the floor to stand while holding a trembling hand on the edge of the bed. Ron quickly went to steady her, eliciting an envious brow furrowing from his Kim.

"It's 2005, and you're in a Colorado research facility, at least until we can decide what to charge you with," she snapped. Ron gave her a quizzical look, but she ignored him.

"I'm not a bitch here, am I?" the other said.

"Uh, no, but, um, seriously, where are you from?" Ron stammered, still quite confused.

"Middleton," she replied. "Same as you." Then pointing at Kim, "And you."

"Do we have a lock?"

"No, my liege."

"You are no longer necessary. Please go die now."

"Yes, my lord." The lab coat-clad underling slunk out of the ornate, broad, round throne room, his head hung low.

"Nice going Steve," a guard at the door muttered to him as he left.

"Bite me, Tom," he replied as he drew a gun and pointed it at his head as he exited.

As a shot echoed in the hallway beyond the closed doors of the courtroom, a youngish and slender man with a haughty expression sighed. She'd escaped his grasp. Oh, but her tantalizing auburn hair, her firm body and perky breasts had been so close to his grasp. Damn the man, he thought. Oh wait, I'm the man, and he smiled.

"Am I the man?" he asked aloud. He glanced around. "Hello, not talking to myself here!"

"Oh certainly!"

"You the man!"

"You are so the man, my man!"
"So the man, my lordship!"

Well if I'm the man, why can't I capture this one girl, he thought. His face turned to a pout and his "advisors" trembled in fear. Then they grew expressions of hope as his face lit up.

"I know," he said. "I'll go after her myself!"

The expression of hope became expressions of honest, absolute joy as they clapped while smiling wide smiles.

"Excellent plan my lordship!"

"Fantastic idea my king!"

"Brilliant as always, Lord Wally the first!"

King Wally smiled at his own cleverness. Why couldn't his head scientists think up plans as well as he could? I'll have them executed when he returned from retrieving his bride, he thought. That will show them.

Er, their replacements.