Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Dissatisfied Urging ~

Darkness, complete darkness almost had her – Ron's hand only a hair away.

Please make it!

…

Everything got dark.

Gasp,

Kim woke up clutching her sheets and sweating profoundly, her covers almost soaked to the point beyond wet. Quickly sitting up, all the while still latching onto her sheets, she checked her surroundings. Her breathings quick and dry, Kim found that she was in her bedroom, and not drowning in a deep heavy pool of water. Discovering that it had all been a nightmare, she clutched her chest feeling her heartbeat race. That dream had felt so real; she could almost taste the murky water in her mouth. The inescapable room, the rising water, and Ron- all of it! Could it really have been a dream? The hero sighed, dream or not, it didn't matter now.

Taking a few moments to cool down, as she dropped the sheets, Kim let her eyes wander till she noticed the rising sun out her window in the horizon. Her brows rose, blinking in disbelief. Had she slept through the afternoon and the whole night yesterday? The idea didn't seem that unlikely, she was tired the day before after all, but still- Kim rarely slept longer than the usual 8 hours of sleep, maybe 9 or 10 tops, but nothing beyond that.

Strange,

Finally her heartbeat returned to a normal pace, and her short sagged breathes regulated again. Weird, normally dreams never affected in such a way. Maybe a few panic moments here and there, but a short of breath? Never has that ever happened.

Shaking her head, her red hair whipping in a somewhat moist glow, Kim struggled a few seconds before she trudged out of bed, forcing her feet to her closet. Nightmare or not, the auburn girl had school today. And even if she had been compelled to get out of bed early, might as well as take advantage of it, and beat the rents and tweebs to the shower. Really why did they only have one bathroom?! That's a crime, the great Kim Possible could never solve.

Hmph, checking the time, she had at least an hour and a half before school starts, and the family weren't due to wake up for another half. Might as take advantage of the sitch and enjoy a nice hot shower. Why not? Stepping into the bathroom, she gently set the water to hot, before stripping of her rather damp clothes. And not long the redhead entered the shower, enjoying the brief instant the hot water hit her cold sweat skin. Hot warm to the touch water, just what the doctor ordered. The teen girl sighed quietly, enjoying the drizzling liquid hitting her body; she leaned her head back applying some lemony scent shampoo, and thoroughly scrubbed the contents onto her scalp.

It felt good, real good.

Her troubled mine started to be washed away, replaced with sweet thoughts, like getting perfect grades, or thrashing super villains. You know, average teenage girl stuff. Kim let the water brisk away problems, as she absentmindedly let her head lean back, leveling her eyes, as the water thrashes her face faster.

She sighed in relief; the hot shower was exactly the thing she needed. That was until some of the water started to collect in her opened mouth. And when the slightest pause of collective water became aware in her brain, Kim almost chocked in shock. Her eyes widen in distress she fell back against the tile wall breathing like it was her last. Clutching her hand around her neck, each breathe she took; she inhaled deeply- Letting her body fall smoothly onto the watery floor.

Maybe taking a shower after having a nightmare about drowning wasn't the best idea the redhead ever had. In fact she could claim it to be on her top ten worst ideas ever.

Oh joy,

Struggling to get up, Kim exited the shower forgetting to put on conditioner, an action that would come back and haunt her eventually. What? A girl's hair is her life! It's a rule! Checking her outward appearance in the mirror, the teen hero winced at the sight of the reflection. Even between all the fogginess built up, she could tell her auburn mane had loss some of it color, even her emerald eyes dulled a bit. Yea, the longer she was away from Ron, the worst she got. What rotten luck!

Brushing her hair in a fairly decent fashion sense, she got dressed quickly to head off for school. Sorry but breakfast with the family didn't seem that spankin at the moment. Grabbing her bag, the redhead ran downstairs, barely saying bye to her mother who just happened to wake and enjoying her morning cup of coffee.

Ann only stared at her daughter confused. Where was Kimberly going? Today was Saturday.

It wasn't for another half hour before Kim walked in looking ferociously tweaked, before she slammed the door heading up stairs. Ann couldn't help it; she chuckled through her smile a bit at Kim's forgetfulness.

What a way to start a Saturday.

Fast-Forward!

Let's move a few days forward towards Monday morning.

Kim looked even worse than the few days before. Her hair no matter what she did, could not get it to stay in place, it even grew weaker in color, dulling away as it did. And the bags under her eyes did nothing for complexion. More nightmares equal less sleep, and that's exactly the problem she had.

The drowning nightmare hadn't been the last, but only the first. On Sunday she dreamt of getting pierced through the heart, and it wasn't until Kim practically jumped out of bed and checked her chest, to see if actually happened, before she could fall back to a dreamless slumber. The girl could still remember how fast her heart raced that early morning. And today, she didn't want to recall.

Playing with her cereal by poking the spoon through the milk blindly, Kim stared at bits of Rocket O's hoping to spell some word other than 'OOOOOO.' No such luck, darn- I thought anything was possible for a Possible?

Sighing hard, she pushed herself out the table and headed for the door, triple checking the calendar to make sure it was Monday. No way Kim planned to repeat Saturday's majorly frustrating morning. The hero left the house in a downed mood, which hadn't been missed by her mother. Ann had observed her daughter playing with her breakfast, but not taking a single bite. She frowned at the full bowl, Kim wasn't getting any better by the looks of it.

The day at school had seemed to fly by so fast before cheer practice actually stood before her. Her mind must have blocked out all the lessons, for Kim could remember much of the day after she did her daily ritual of saying hi to Ron, only to be ignored and passed by again. Normally it hurt, but this time it stung a bit more. After all the nightmares and problems she has been having, Kim could've really used her best friend with her. She wanted for things to return back to normal, she wanted Ron back.

Kim wanted a hug.

Back to reality, Kim stared at her fellow cheer members, who all waited for their captain to give them an order, well almost all of them. Bonnie just stood there, hands on her hips and all, glaring at her rival with much poison.

Forcing a smile, she flayed her pom-poms trying to rev up some much needed pep, "Ok girls let's get warmed up!" Kim cheered with fake enthusiasm, which the girls caught on quickly, but decided to humor their captain.

Practicing like always, Kim made many mistakes throughout the ordeal- Missing important cues, tangling up her foot work and even crashed and burn on another cheer member once or twice. Halfway through the practice, Bonnie stomped her feet gaining the attention of the entire cheer squad. Enough was enough! The brunette girl threw her pom-poms on the floor, before poking Kim roughly.

"Ok Kim what is your deal," demanded her rival, with the patience of a child, "You've been screwing up this entire practice! Messing up on every little thing!" The glares Bonnie gave, made the redhead shake, "Huh what's the problem?!" She asked forcibly.

Kim blinked, from Bonnie's sudden outburst and mild poke, "What problem Bonnie," hid the girl, "I'm just not on top of everything today." Oh so Kim decided to play the cat and mouse game with her rival the Gossip Queen. Bad move Kimmie.

Bonnie poked her again, twice on the shoulder, "Yea right not on top of everything as if!" Poke, poke, poke, "Ever since you and that loser had your little fight or whatever, you've been nothing but a hindrance to the team!"

"No I haven't!" Barked back Kim, ok she was so ready to claw Bonnie out right there and now! Even if Ron did happen to be a touchy subject around her, the emotions it would spark could be as random as her best friend. Sometimes sad other times angry. It all depended on how many buttons you kept pushing, that were the very emotions of Miss Possible.

1, 2, 3, another poke for Kimmie, "I thought after you and that loser had a falling out, things would be better, but no! No, you had to be all Miss Thunder Clouds and Drama!" Kim raised a finger to protest, but Bonnie stopped her dead on, "And don't even start with 'everything is fine' speech. All of us could tell that everything is not fine!"

Bonnie huffed, prompting Kim to look around.

Kim stopped to look around and see all the other cheer members nod their heads in agreement. So it was true! They had noticed everything! The very realization chipped a piece of Kim's already withering confidence. Not good!

Bonnie poked her even harder, "And that's not all," Oh big there's more! "Ever since you stopped hanging out with Stoppable, your cheer moves have suffered a big hit!" The cheer squad nodded, "You're less fun to be around!" More nods, "You're even letting yourself go a bit, I mean when was the last time you actually cleaned that hair, or slept?!" Many of the members threw her some looks of concern, Bonnie was dead right.

Really she was. Kim stared at her rival giving her a mouthful letting the words sink in slowly- Each one of them banging dramatically on her confidence still. Without even realizing it her arms fell limp against her sides as to her anger. Bonnie's points and argument had no holes for her to exploit.

Crossing her arms, Bonnie gave Kim her meanest look, "I mean if you can't even help yourself, then what kind of CAPTAIN are you!" Damn, Bonnie could shout. She must have some set of lungs. But it wasn't the time to be admiring her set of lungs at the moment. There's time for that later, ehh maybe not.

What type of captain was she? What type of captain was Kim? Honestly what type was she? All the points Bonnie 'poked' at, had happened to be all right. Her moves and appearance did take a wrong turn ever since Ron ditched her. And she did have less pep too. In all Kim didn't deserve to be captain if she couldn't fully devote herself to herself, much less the squad.

Shrugging in defeat, Kim's head lowered, avoiding the gaze from all her fellow cheer members, "You're right," she whispered enough for the frustrated brunette girl to hear. When the words reached Bonnie, her rage seemed to swallow itself up.

"What?" Bonnie asked not sure if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Kim dropped her pom-poms, the small light in her eyes finally dulling out, "You're right Bonnie, what kind of captain am I?" Kim finally gave up, and the Gossip Queen remained speechless as Kim started to head out the towards the gymnasium doors, "Practice is over...Bonnie...is the new captain."

Shut!

A strong dead silence loomed in the air for the rest of the cheer squad. It remained silent for a split moment, then before the still stunned brunette girl knew it, gossip arose quickly between her friends and cohorts. Again what was to be suspected?

High school, plus girls, times cheer squad, equals major gossip. Common 101 Food Chain logic. Ironically the mere sounds of whispers and gasps did not flicker a bit of interest in her. All that Bonnie was interested in was the defeat of her rival 'K.' A defeat she never saw coming.

The chit chatter of the girls flew right past her ears; Bonnie only stared at the gym doors Kim left through. She made her cheer captain? Bonnie cheer captain? Bonnie should be ecstatic over her dream coming true. So why wasn't she? A dark luscious feeling started to burn in her. Victory didn't feel as good as she thought. No, it felt empty- Like she didn't even win fairly. But the real question that gawked at her–

Why had Kim given up so easily?

Normally her rival Kim Possible would be all against her on everything she did. School, popularity, whatever really sparked a competition. Competition after all made Bonnie feel alive and powerful. It wasn't by sheer luck she made the top of the Food Chain, no that took some low down and dirty tactics, but planning overall- that's the moral of the point. But when she finally got there, oh the victory was sweet!

Now a new road block threatened her nice and perfect world, and said road block had red hair. Even if Kim did get hit a few pegs down it wouldn't be long before other people start competition against her for popularity. That only meant one thing.

Weakness!

People would eventually think Bonnie was weak, because K was weak. And that sparked an unknown fuse in the tan brown eyed girl. She-Did-Not-Want-A-Weak-Rival!

Bonnie's rival would never give up that easily! It was a disgrace to her! No way was Bonnie Rockwaller going to have a weak rival!

Gritting her teeth, Bonnie started to stomp off to find the source of all her troubles. Fist bawled she pushed through the gym doors ignoring the cries from her cheer squad members. Their problems had to wait; she had bigger fish to fry. Looking high and low through the hall ways of the school, the new furious cheer captain searched until she spotted the source of it all outside- preparing to leave.

Oh no, you're not getting away that easily!

Pure resolve pushed out the next words from her mouth.

"Hey Stoppable!"

Author Notes: Uh-oh Bonnie is going to give Ron a piece of her mind isn't she! Ok now I am sorry for the overly use of description of in this chapter, but I needed to make sure the readers understood the pain and resolve both Kim and Bonnie are both going through.

Posted this a bit earlier to make up for last week's late post- hehe!

I need to ask you Readers/Friends, do you like how I write? Because trust me when I have my Gummy Bears I write totally different compared to my other stories. For The Apple story and this story- I write while eating gummy bears.

Gummy Bears!

Is that weird?