"...so that's what happened." Kim sighed, having finally, after waiting a couple of weeks, reluctantly explaining everything, looking at the floor in their living room, afraid of how her parents would react. What would they think, knowing everything that happened? What was still happening? The fallout from the sitch coming to light? "That's how Drakken and Shego are my biological parents."

"Kimmie…" Her parents, who were sitting on either side of her on the couch, hugged her. Anne continued, "This doesn't change a thing."

"Really?" Kim looked up, surprised.

"Yes, honey." Anne gave Kim another hug. "We don't care about what happened. All that matters is that you're our daughter, and that we love you."

"Yes," James agreed. "You're still our little Kimmie-cub."

"Good." She hugged both of them back. "I'm glad that it doesn't matter to you."

"It matters to us."

Kim and her parents looked up, surprised. In front of them, Jim was staring at them, arms crossed, while Tim was trying to pull him away.

"Don't listen to him. He's just being stupid," Tim said, trying to drag his twin along with him.

"No!" Jim wrestled his arm free and repeated, "It matters to me, then."

"Jim…?" Kim watched him, her face falling. He looked so… Upset.

"What's wrong, Sport?" James said, trying to keep a calm facade.

"How could you keep this from us?" Jim said, looking at their parents. "How could you pretend that she's our sister?"

"Because she is?" Anne said, confusion on her face.

"Don't do this," Tim warned, apparently pleading with his twin.

Jim ignored him.

"She is not!" He marched up to the three of them. "She is not our sister."

"Jim!" James admonished, "Just because she has different parents doesn't mean that she isn't your sister. Nothing has changed."

"Everything has changed!" Jim cried. "She isn't even related to us!"

"She's still a Possible," Anne said firmly. "That's like saying I'm not a Possible."

"You're at least our mom!" The twin pointed at Kim accusingly. "She isn't even that much! She's some kid of supervillains! She's gonna leave us for them, I know it!"

"Jim…" James said warningly. "That is no way to treat your sis-.."

"SHE ISN'T MY SISTER!" The yell could probably have been heard from outside.

Kim was too shocked to do much more than stare at her brother. Her heart was tearing itself apart at what he was saying. Did he really feel like this? Was this how he really felt? Thinking she was some kind of... Of intruder?

"JIM!" James shouted, cool finally broken. Standing, he pointed to the stairs and said, "Go to your room! We'll talk about this more later."

Kim's younger brother paused, frowning, before petulantly turning around and stomping his way up the stairs.

"I'm sorry," Tim said as a door above slammed, rubbing his arm. "We spied on you guys. I don't get what his problem is…"

"Neither do I." James gave a heavy sigh, going over and grabbing his pipe. "I can't believe…"

"Kimmie, I-.." Anne paused, concerned, as she noticed that Kim was now crying. "Oh, Bubble-butt…" She gave her daughter a big hug, pulling her head to her shoulder. "It's okay. Let it all out."

"I can't believe-.." Kim's voice cracked. "Jim…"

Tim walked over and joined the hug. "It's okay. He'll stop being dumb eventually. I think he's just really confused." He shrugged even in the hug. "I'm pretty confused, but I think it's more cool that you're related to supervillains than anything!"

Kim let out a dry, humorless chuckle, even through the tears.

James brushed her hair with his hand. "Shhhh… It'll be fine, Kimmie-cub. Things are fine…"

"No they aren't," she mumbled into her mother's shoulder, trying to stop the tears from flowing. "Jim hates me…"

"He doesn't hate you," Anne reassured her. "He's just being a tween."

"Hey!" Tim stepped back, putting his hands on his hips. "I'm a tween!"

"You also seem to be mature for your age," James noted with a chuckle.

"Hmph." Tim puffed out his cheeks, but said nothing.

A few minutes of sobbing and reassurances later, Kim finally had her crying under control.

"I just…" Kim shook her head. "I'm just shocked, I guess."

"So are we," James agreed, puffing out a bit of smoke. "I thought we'd raised him better than that..."

"You did," Tim and Kim both assured him at the same time. They looked at each other and let out a simultaneous laugh. It lasted longer than it should have, and ended slightly forced.

"Anyway…" Anne sighed. "I suppose we'll have to deal with this sooner rather than later."

James nodded. "Yes." He paused, though, thinking. Then, turning to Kim, he said, "You might not want to be here for this, Kimmie-cub."

"It's no big," Kim said with an attempt at Shego's careless shrug. She managed to pull it off, just a little. "I can go hang out with Ron."

"Just as long as you don't get up to any funny business," James said, eyeing his oldest.

"Dad!" Kim flushed red. "We aren't doing that."

"Not yet," Anne added with a smirk.

"Mom…!"

"That's a little too much, honey," James said with a wince.

All Anne did was laugh.

"Ugh!" Kim growled as she got up from the couch. She began walking over to the stairs, saying, "I'm gonna go pack some things. Be back in a jiffy!"

"Okay, Kimmie-cub," James said with a nod, apparently finishing his bout of smoking as he knocked out the tobacco onto his ashtray with his pipe tool and stamped out the ashes.

Kim bounced up the stairs, then paused at the tweebs' door. She wondered, hoped…

She opened the door.

Jim was sitting on his bed, staring off into space. As soon as Kim popped her head in, his forehead sloped and his mouth drooped down into a scowl.

"What do you want?" he asked with a light snarl in his tone.

"I just wanted to check on you," Kim said, again trying to channel her mother's careless shrug. This time, she succeeded.

"I don't need you to check on me," Jim pouted.

"I know you didn't need me to. I wanted to." She smiled. "I'm just concerned about you..."

"Why don't you go back to your real family?" Jim muttered, turning away from her to look at the wall.

Kim had nothing to say to that. What could she say? It was pretty clear how he felt.

She reluctantly began to close the door. Stopping, she said sadly, "Just, if you need me, you know how to reach me."

"Don't worry. I won't."

Kim flinched. Then, slowly, she shut the door.

"Man, KP…" Ron looked up from his desk where he'd been working on something since before she'd arrived to look at her, face grim. "That's awful!"

"Yeah…" Kim snuggled her repaired, singed Pandaroo plushie and sighed, flopping back onto Ron's bed. "I wish I knew what was wrong with him…"

"Maybe he's scared?"

She looked up at her BFBF. "Scared? Of what?"

"I dunno…" Ron shrugged. "I mean, this is a pretty crazy sitch. I'd be scared too!" He paused. "Of what, I don't know. But I would be!"

"Yeah, it is pretty crazy…" Kim looked over at Ron, wondering. "What in the world are you working on?"

"Noooothing…?"

"Ron?" Curious now, she got up to go look.

"No peeking!" Ron suddenly hunched over what he was doing. Kim couldn't tell if he was writing or drawing.

"Oooookay…?" Kim decided to busy herself with unpacking some of her items. She'd be sleeping on the futon that Ron's parents had graciously bought for Ron's room after Hana moved in.

She was in the middle of debating which shirt to wear to bed versus wear tomorrow when Ron suddenly yelled, "Done!"

"With what?" Kim turned towards him.

He proudly stood from the desk, brandishing a sheet of paper. "This little baby!" Ron bounced over and excitedly handed it to her.

She took a quick look at it and smiled. "Is this…" She looked up at him, smile growing. "A love letter?" It looked like one to her, what with all of the hearts and arrows scattered about the margins. The paper wasn't very long, she could tell, but it looked like he put a lot of effort into it.

"Read it!" he exclaimed, practically shaking on the spot.

"Will d-.. Yeah." She began reading.

'Dear KP,

Yeah, I know it's a little cheesy to write a letter like this. Not as cheesy as a Naco, but cheesier than a pile of cheesy fries. I just wanted to let you know how much I care about you. I love you! Like, a lot! No matter who your parents are, no matter what happens, I'll always love you. That's what brings me to my question…'

"Question?" Kim looked up, then dropped the letter.

Ron was on his knee, brandishing a small ring.

"Yeah, I know it's not the most romance-y thing. And this ring is kinda small. But I wanted to-.."

Kim tackled him.

"Ohmygod, Ron!" She smothered him with a kiss and grabbed the ring from his hand. Letting up a minute later, she gasped as she slipped the ring on, "I will!"

"I didn't even get to ask!" he complained.

"Sorry!" Kim jumped back up, embarrassed. "I just-.." She shook her head. "What prompted this?"

"I was thinking, after everything that happened - the aliens, the parent bombshell, taking care of Hana - that I still wanted to be with you." He stood up. "And I can't think of anything else that could be worse or harder to deal with than most of that stuff. I'm pretty sure you feel the same way…"

"Mmm-hmm," Kim replied with a wide smile on her face.

"...so I wanted us to make it official. That we'll be together forever."

"Forever and ever," she agreed.

"Booyah!" He pumped a fist. "It's official then! We're totally gonna get married!"

"Shhh," Kim said, putting a finger over his lips. Leaning in, she whispered, "Less talky, more kissy." With that, she pulled her hand away and gave him a kiss he would never forget.

Kim arrived back home the next day, taking careful steps into the house. She wasn't sure how to break the news of her engagement to the 'rents. It wasn't like it would be horrible news. Just… Surprising.

"Kimmie?" she heard her mom shout from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Kim walked into the kitchen, where her parents were waiting at the table with breakfast set up. Pausing, wondering what was going on, she asked, "What's the sitch?"

The two adults looked between each other and sighed. Her dad spoke first. "Kimmie-cub, you should go talk with your brother."

"Jim?" Kim cringed at the idea of talking to him first thing that she got back. Especially with the news she had.

"Yes." Anne picked up her coffee and took a sip. "He has some important things to say to you. And, I imagine, you'll want to say some important things to him."

"...okay." Kim sighed as she turned around and went up to the tweebs' room. Cringing again, she knocked on the door.

Tim answered. "Heya sis."

"Hi…" She grabbed her arm. "Is Jim…?"

"Yeah, he is." Her brother turned around and hissed, "You better not screw this up!" before ducking under Kim's arm and rushing downstairs.

Inside, Jim was sitting on his bed, arms around his legs. He looked absolutely heartbroken.

"I'm sorry." It sounded genuine. She looked up at him, waiting, heart stopped. "I just…" Jim's eyes filled with tears. "I know that you could leave us. That you would leave us. That you just…" He sniffled. "That we aren't your family anymore… And if we aren't your family, then why would you want to stick around? You aren't my sister anymore. And that means you'd leave us."

"Jim…?"

"So, I just…" Jim uncomfortably rubbed his arm. "I didn't wanna give you the chance to do it first."

"Jim…" Kim walked over to her little brother and hugged him. "You don't have to worry about that," she said, squeezing him a little too hard. "You guys are my family too." She began stroking his head. "It's not like I'll just vanish because Mom and Dad aren't my birth parents… They're just as real of my parents as Drakken and Shego are.

"I'm still your sister. I'm just not related to you, that's all. I won't leave you guys and never come back."

"You promise?"

Kim's heart melted at the tone. "Yeah, tweeb, I promise."

"So, Kimmie-cub, what did you want to talk about before the whole Jim situation when you came in?" James put down the newspaper as Kim entered the kitchen again.

"Ron and I… Uhm…" Instead of saying anything, she held up her hand.

Instead of freaking out, James nodded. "Ah! I was wondering when he was going to ask you."

Kim's jaw dropped.

"Oh sweetie…" Anne picked Kim's jaw back up. "Ronald asked for permission weeks ago."

"It's the only reason I'm keeping calm," her father said. "Otherwise, ohhhh boy, it'd be time for launch!"

"Dad..." Kim said flatly.

"Honey, no threatening our future son-in-law with black holes," Anne admonished.

"Sorry dear. Habit." James chuckled. "So, has Ron broke the news to his parents?"

Kim let out a chuckle of her own. "We were thinking of waiting until we sent the invitations out."

"When were you planning on having it?" her mother asked, finishing off her coffee and pouring herself another cup.

"I didn't really think about it yet," Kim admitted. "We just got engaged."

She took the morning to think on it. When would they want to get married? When would be the perfect time? Their anniversary? Which anniversary? When they met? When they first kissed?

Then, like a flash, she had an idea...