And he's back in the land of the living!

I apologize to my small following for my extended absence. I have once more found my will to write, and hopefully start pouring out chapters once again.

Now, my long overdue thanks to CajunBear73, screaming phoenix and Sentinel103 for admitting that they actually read my last chapter.

Disclaimer: No, don't own Kim Possible.

A single strand of sunlight fell upon the sleeping form, causing green eyes to flutter open. Groaning, Kim sat up in the brightening room, looking around with her vision still obscured by fuzz.

Shaking her head clear, she examined the room once again. It was the same way they had left it last night: their bags in the corner by the door, the door tightly locked, the bathroom door slightly open, their clothes tossed carelessly around the room, the blinds slightly open...

Wait. Only her clothes were on the floor, and she perfectly remembered drawing the curtains shut before her and Ron's... encounter, last night.

Taking the covers with her, she went over and gazed outside. It was roughly six in the morning, and there was no movement outside. And no sign of Ron...

"Anything, Wade?" Kim asked, pacing all around the hotel room. It was eight now, and Wade had been trying to track Ron down for more then an hour now. She had waited for him to return, thinking he had just gone to see if the snack bar was open, but once she found Rufus sleeping peacefully in the drawer of the night desk, she knew something was wrong.

"Nothing, Kim." Wade said, reading fervently from one of his computer screens. Kim had caught him at the only time she could ever remember Wade sleeping, and it was showing. There were circles under his eyes, and he did not have his until-recently ever-present soda. But this wasn't something that could wait.

Kim shut off the Kimunicator and began pacing the room. Where was Ron? Was he attacked? Did he go for a walk and get lost? Or had he finally left, like she knew he would. Like everyone who got close to her did.

Kim propped herself against the wall, deep in thought. For everyone else, it had been nothing. A crush, a fad, whatever. Walter Nelson was just this guy who she liked in middle school, and that had ended after that embarrassing ride to the orthodontist. Josh had been nice, but the they just didn't click, and eventually drifted apart. Hirotaka was just some jerk, Bobby Johnson was just a whole competition between her and Bonnie. None of them had really made Kim feel like she did when she was with Ron. Eric was the closest thing, and she didn't really want to think about the synthodrone.

What if Ron was tired of being dragged around the world with her. Maybe he would go and try to win Zita back. He always seemed a little tense whenever Felix mentioned the relationship. Or maybe he would go and try to swoon Amelia, now that the world finally realized he had saved it on multiple occasions. Or maybe Tara, she was free again. And then there was Yori. Kim knew Yori still liked Ron, would gladly take him if she got the chance. He was their warrior hero. And Ron was always so excited when they went to see her. He probably still liked her. Kim shook her head trying to clear her thoughts.

When she was with Ron, everything felt right. The world seemed to glow, and nothing seemed to hurt her. It was like she was floating on angel's wings. Like she could drift away, happy and content for the rest of her life. If he was leaving her...

Beeb beeb beebeeb.

Kim nearly ripped the watch from her arm in her haste to answer. "Yeah Wade? Do you have a lock on him." Hope and dread erupted from within her simultaneous. She needed to know. Then she saw the look on Wade's face, and her heart nearly stopped.

"Kim." He said, not meeting her eyes. "I got a lock on his chips signal, and, well," Wade made a grab for a soda that wasn't their, as if to drink from it like he always did when he had bad news. "Kim, according to the chip, he's in South America." Happiness exploded in her at once. Their was no way Ron would willingly go to South America. Way to many monkeys. But then Wade continued, his words making her feel like a block of ice had dropped into her stomach, and would remain their forever. " And, well, Kim, according to the signals from the chip, his body temperature is too cold to sustain life. My instruments are all saying that Ron is dead."

Another shorty. Next chapter will be up whenever, though I have already started working on it, so hopefully soon.