The Readers have spoken! After numerous comments, and some threats of bodily harm if I don't continue (no, not really), here is chapter 2. Hope y'all like! Thanks to all the readers, and a HUGE thanks goes out to all who have reviewed this chapter: AtomicFire, CajunBear73, MrDrP, RI00014, Lonestarr, Yankee Bard, BigJames321, Jeriddian, Aero Tendo, yvj, MaliciousMortal, cpneb, kim's 1 fan, Shizizaam, and romantic-cancer. I see a few new reviewers of my stories, so I hope y'all like this.

Disclaimer: Argh! I've said this so many times! I don't own any of the Kim Possible characters! Although I am introducing one of my own in this fic…

Chapter 2

"… And now Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to call forth the one student who has done what we ALL thought impossible. He has graduated from the Arnold Schwartzenheimer School of Culinary Arts of California in just a matter of 2 years, where it would normally take four. This is virtually un-heard of!

"Not only has he graduated in record time, but he has also graduated Suma Cum Laude. Students, let me call forth one Ronald Dean Stoppable!"

Ron hardly noticed the thundering applause of nearly 500 students as he walked across the stage to accept his diploma. To him it was no big graduating as fast as he did, but he was pleasantly surprised that he had done so with honors. He had learned the previous evening that he had done so, as he was waiting for a final test result. His only response to the Dean's call telling him of the award was a simple "Thank-you", and hung up.

Now as he walked across the stage at this milestone of his life, he could only think of one thing. Strike that… One person. Kim. The fact that his diploma and standing in the school pretty much guaranteed him an open door at any four star and above restaurant really wasn't that important to him right now. As soon as the ceremony was concluded, he was going to be headed to the airport for a cross-country flight.

…x x x x…

As soon as Ron had turned 18, a trust fund became available to him that had been growing with checks from Bueno Nacho, and royalty checks from producing the single "The Naked Mole Rap". Needless to say, he was set for life at least 10 times over. As a result of this, every time Ron flew, he always took First Class.

During the first hour of the 6 hour flight, he dozed on and off. Scrunched up against the window using his coat as a pillow, he missed the first pass of the stewardess. By Darned if he was going to miss the second time!

Forcing his eyes open, Ron smacked his lips together, and blinked a few times in an effort to bring himself out of a near comatose state. The sound of the rattling wheels getting closer finally brought him the rest of the way out of his fog-soaked brain.

Squinting from the bright light in the planes main cabin, he raised a finger to get the shapely brunette's attention. "What can I get for you sir?"

"Any clear soda and a bag of peanuts, please." As the woman reached into the cart to retrieve his order, Ron suddenly thought of all the times he and Kim had flown on planes just like this. They weren't all as nice as this one, but there was one consistent fact about them all. They all had peanuts!

The stewardess stood, and brought out a green and white can, and started to get a small cup of ice when Ron spoke again. "No ice, thanks. Just the can."

"Going for the hard stuff, huh?" She said with a flirty smile as Ron took the can from her hand.

"Yeah… just trying to cut down on my caffeine intake."

"Can I get anything else for you, sir?" The Stewardess asked with a bright smile, and then she brought her hand to her mouth with a slight gasp, and a look of recognition on her face. "Oh My God! You're… Ron Stoppable, aren't you?"

"Uhhh… yes, I am." Ron said, clearly a little worried that a complete stranger had just said his name.

"I am a HUGE fan of you and Kim Possible!" She looked down at the empty seat by Ron. "May… I?

"Sure." Ron replied, and then looked at her nametag. "… Alissa."

"Oh, I am so sorry! My name is Alissa Vanderson." She held out her hand and Ron warily shook it, wondering where this situation was going. "Don't worry… I'm not a nut like some of the others I'm sure you've met. Mr. Stoppable…"

Ron quickly held up his hand. "Please… call me Ron."

"Ron…" Alissa said, slightly dropping her chin and looking up at him with sparkling blue eyes, the bangs of her dark brown hair framing her face. "Is it true?"

"Is… what true?"

"That you and Kim… broke up?"

Ron sighed sadly, even though he was inwardly surprised that the news of he and Kim's breakup was known clear across the country. "We didn't really… break up. We just… took a break. You know, to finish our higher education. In fact… I'm taking this flight to go see her and reconnect. It's been over two years now since we've seen or talked to each other."

"Damn." Alissa said under her breath, and seemed to slightly deflate.

"I'm sorry?" Ron had heard what she said.

"Oh, it's nothing. It was nice talking with you, Mr. Stoppable. Oh… let me give you my condolences on loosing Rufus."

"Thank you. I guess it was the little guy's time to go. He was pretty old after all."

Standing back up, Alissa gently lay a hand on Ron's leg and spoke. "If you need anything else Mr. Stoppable, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank-you Alissa… I will."

…x x x x…

After Ron finished his soda and peanuts, he fell asleep again and didn't wake up until he heard the pilot announce they were on final approach to their destination. The fact that he was up late the previous night making an appearance at his Dorm's final party, and getting up early for the commencement ceremony this morning had finally caught up to him. He had a few disjointed dreams about Kim, but their memory faded as soon as he woke up.

Now he felt rested, and ready to go find her. "Well… I just hope she has waited for me, like each of us said we would." Ron mumbled to himself as he pulled his carry-on baggage out of the overhead compartment.

When he departed the plane, Alissa was standing near the exit saying good-byes to the passengers. "Good-bye, Mr. Stoppable." Ron gave her a look, and she smiled. "Ron… Hope you had a pleasant flight."

"Thank-you, I did." He then disappeared up the ramp as he entered the airport.

…x x x x…

Not having ever been in this airport, Ron had to look at the signs to direct him towards the luggage carousels. To get there, he had to go down a large escalator, and about half way down he saw a line of different people, all holding signs of different people's names. They were limousine and car drivers looking for their clients.

At the end of the line Ron's eyes stopped when he saw his name on one of the placards being held by a shapely brunette dressed in a police officers uniform. As a result of his inattention, Ron didn't notice that he was near the end of the escalator, and as soon as his feet hit the floor, down Ron went, dropping his carry-on bag and falling flat on his face. He was lucky no one was behind him.

Just as he stood, the brunette officer had walked over to him, picked up the bag, and handed it to him. "You must be Ronald Stoppable."

"Yes…"

"I'm officer Anita Director."

"Hey! Are you…"

"Yes, I'm related to Betty Director. She's my Aunt."

"Wow… small world." Ron said as he took the bag. "So why has GJ sent me a car? They don't know I'm here. Do they?" He looked around conspiratorially.

Anita giggled. "No… I work for the local police department. Now let's pick up your luggage so we can get going. They're waiting for you."

"Who's… waiting for me?" Ron was starting to get worried as they arrived at the luggage carousel.

"Oops… I'm sorry, I guess you don't know yet. I probably shouldn't have said anything."

"Just what is going on here?" Ron said and looked down just in time to see his suitcase pass by. "Pardon me, excuse me!" He said as he pushed through a small crowd to chase after his bag.

Walking back to Officer Director with his suitcase, Ron stepped right in front of the young woman and asked her point blank. "Has something happened to Kim?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Stoppable. I can't go into any details as to what has happened. I…"

"You're going to tell me what's going on, right now!" His raised voice had drawn some interest by passers by.

Anita gently took Ron by the elbow and directed him towards the exit. "Please Mr. Stoppable! You must govern your emotions."

"I must do what with my emotions?" Ron said, but not as loud as before.

The officer sighed, and said, "Please don't talk so loud. There's nothing to be upset about. We just need to get you…"

"Downtown. I know. So what are we waiting for?" He said, and immediately headed for the exit, which had a police cruiser parked right in front. He stopped by the car, seemingly in thought. "Wait a minute… How did you know I was arriving here?"

"You forget, Mr. Stoppable…" The officer said smiling. "I'm related to Betty Director."

Ron tossed his bags into the back seat, and sat in the front. "I'm sorry for my outburst earlier Officer. And by the way… call me Ron."

Anita Director smiled as she put the car in gear. "That's quite all right Mr. … Ron. You can all me Anita. Now I'm just dying to hear about this failed project my Aunt told me about called 'The Ron Factor'?"

The car drove off with Ron laughing, and then he proceeded to tell her the story on their way to the police station.

…x x x x…

Kim woke up in a soft bed, and glanced around wondering where she was. The last thing she remembered was a large truck hitting the back end of her car. She sat up quickly, and immediately regretted the motion.

"Owwww… My head…" Her hand went to the source of the pain, and she felt a bandage wrapped around her head. After the wave of pain subsided, Kim looked around the room in an effort to see where she was.

"Definitely not a hospital room." She muttered as her eye landed on a dresser, which had a number of action figures of her, Ron, and Rufus. Above the dresser on the wall were a number of newspaper clippings, each had a headline that included her name in one fashion, or another. "Kim Possible Defeats Drakken, Again", "Team Possible Saves Hundreds After Flood".

While reading the various headlines, she didn't notice that someone had entered the room. When the person finally spoke, Kim gave an involuntary jump of surprise. "Oh!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." A voice said shakily.

"Where am I?" Kim asked in a no-nonsense voice.

"You're in my home." The woman replied.

"And you are…?"

"Kimberly Possible! I surprised at you!" The woman said, her voice shaking slightly. "I met you one time when you stopped a run-away truck filled with chemicals that Dr. Drakken had stolen. Afterwards you had an impromptu autograph signing, and I got all three of your autographs! See?"

She held up an open book, and sure enough, there was her and Ron's signature, along with a paw-print of Rufus. Kim felt a sadness inside when she saw Rufus's print. Ron hadn't even contacted her when he passed away. She had to learn of his death through Wade.

"I'm sorry…" Kim said shaking her head and slightly wincing from the motion. "I don't remember. You must realize… we meet a lot of…"

"But Kimberly! I'm the president of the local Kim Possible Fan Club! You simply MUST remember me? My name is Carla?" The woman paused, looking at Kim's face for some sort of recognition. She got none. "You know? Carla Dubois?"

"I'm sorry Carla… I…" Kim was cut off when the woman slammed the book shut and raised her voice. She hugged the book against her breast tightly, and her voice was a mix of screaming, laughter, and confusion, hers eyes on the verge of tears.

"Kimberly Anne Possible! I'm your biggest fan!"

To be continued…

I'm trying to create another character here from scratch, and will go more into detail of Carla in the next chapter. I hope I ended this chap with sufficient suspense. Laters...