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

~ Tasting Sorrow ~

Slam!

Ron entered his bedroom in an awestruck daze, hitting the wall from his own carelessness. Slumping against it, with little mind to move, he threw his bag onto his the floor with little concern. He currently found nothing to be peculiar interesting except the lingering burning sensation on his left cheek and the events transpiring that very afternoon. The teen touched his face to only quickly retreat his hand. Touching his heated face only further increased the pain and forcibly remerged the confusing memory.

Two factors which greatly supported one another.

...

"Oh and what if I don't want to go Bonnie? What are you going to do about it?"

The girl glared hard before doing something that majorly needed to be done.

Slap!

Ron questioned two things at that exact moment. Why was he looking at the preschool him and Kim met? And what was with this intense smoldering feeling rising quickly in his left cheek? Wasn't he just looking at a heated Bonnie only a second ago? It took a moment for the dull daze in his tan eyes to focus again and just realize. Bonnie slapped him. She slapped him hard. Beyond hard in fact. And it stung in more ways than one.

Slowly turning his head in a clockwise spin, eyes wide, his line of sight rested on the cold brunette girl. Her hand still remained in the air, where it had made direct contact with his ill prepared face. And the scowl she had didn't bother to change either. Bonnie appeared to not be surprise at all from her actions, as if she had purposely been saving that just for him.

"Now," she stated, giving him little time to fully register what just happened, "I'm not saying you have to forgive K. I could honestly care less if you do or not!" From the volume of her voice, the teen knew she was serious, "Actually it's more power to me if little Miss Perfect is pushed off her high horse. So by all means stay angry!"

The brunette girl glared... heroically? "But Kim's in trouble, my arch rival is in trouble! And what type of person would you be if you don't save her?" A poke not only at his chest but his pride had taken a hit, "I'll tell you... a loser that's who! The same pathetic loser I've been calling you ever since Pre-K. So do not only me but everyone else a favor Ron!" Ron? She called him by his first name? "Go. Save. Kim! Because if you don't... you'll be always be a loser!"

Bonnie walked away, her steps heavy, and she gave one final glance over her shoulder. Not one trace of regret anywhere in those eyes, "Except this time you'll be alone."

...

His awestruck gaze hardened. And the muscles in his body decided to work again. But the teen continued to remain leaning on the wall, using it for support. For his troubling mind hurt too much to bother with such redundant tasks - like standing. Ron couldn't fathom all the possibilities running through his head and even less, connect any of them together. However he did know one important fact. Bonnie had shaken his resolve. A lot.

The cold hearted woman had found a chink in his armor. His Achilles heel per say and used it against him. Words were only so strong and the girl knew that. She had used a more direct method. Using both physical force plus hurtful reasoning had been her strategy, a tactic Bonnie pulled out perfectly. A tactic only Bonnie Rockwaller could pull off.

It took a girl that tormented throughout his entire life to literally slap some sense into him! Irony was lost on him as he thought of it. That one meaningful slap was all she needed to break down the walls; Ron had built to surround himself. The very same walls, that prevented him from seeing the world as a warm and thoughtful place anymore and instead a cold and colorless wasteland.

It made him think.

Could he continue to stay mad at Kim? Was it truly worth it? Nobody apparently was on his side – friends, family, even enemies... they were all against him, at every turn. Always being an obstacle. It really made him wonder, should he get over it? No! He had to stay mad at her. She broke their trust, shattered it, to millions of broken pieces.

Besides, why did the others matter? It was his choice! Not theirs. And Ronald Dean Stoppable wouldn't just let Kimberly Ann Possible off the hook. The girl needed to learn what she had done and properly make amends. Ron felt his barrier rebuild and his resolve return, but he knew Bonnie had left a powerful weak spot in his defenses. And one good hit would be it all takes for it all to come crashing down.

"Ahh-Ahh!"

Ron looked down to see Rufus's sad face staring at with big plead full eyes. The little mole rat ran up his shoulder in haste, quickly reaching his owner's ear. Rambling on about a few things, Ron's eyes solidify even further. He turned his head to 'greet' his little buddy, stunned.

"Not you too Rufus?" The mole rat nodded, running off his shoulder and pulled out the kimmunicator plus batteries out his bag. The little guy extended out to his owner before dashing to place both items next to his journal.

"Ahh-Ahh g-go save Kim!" Order his pet, jumping on the desk and pointing out his window.

The sidekick could only stare at his mole rat in a whole new light. This was another painful blow to resolve. Already the new falls began to fall, crumbling around him. Some still stood tall, but the foundation only needed one better hit to knock all down. Nobody really was on his side, and this further infuriated Ron.

"I can't just go save her Rufus! She needs to learn, to say sorry!" The mole rat chirped back words only he could understand, "I know she said sorry for the journal, but I'm not talking about the journal Rufus. The stupid journal is only part of the problem!"

The teen decided to move off the wall and pace around the room in angry pant, walking in quick circles, "It's not just the journal Rufus," Ron exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air, "It's everything! And I mean everything! The journal is just a reason for me to finally care about the issue!" He walked closer to Rufus, picking up the dreaded book beside him.

Ron began flipping through all the Log Dates, passing page by page. His anger never withered, "Stealing from me only made me realize what the true problems were!" He skimmed the first 5 Log Dates, "Kim always uses me and then could care less about my emotions." 5 more Log Dates, "Always brushing me aside whenever she feels like it," another 5 Log Dates, "And then expects me to just get over it later!" Add 5 more Log Dates, "Just like what she did for this stupid diary! She just expected me to easily accept her apology!" 2 more Log Dates. Ron found all of his resolve back and determination twice as strong. He did not want to help Kimberly.

"How can I care about someone, who has never really shown me, that they even care if they hurt me?!" Ron flipped the page, "How can I – !"

Rufus raised his brows in confusion to his owner's sudden stop in his heated rant. The mole rat could see his owner's eyes shake and see his mad expression turn weak. What happened? Ron remained motionless, having his resolve – determination – and reasoning... all burn away into nothingness. All gone from such a foreign gesture he never thought would ever happen in his life.

His little buddy could see him struggling, as his arm holding the book lowered to his side, shaking.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, gripping the book tightly between his fingers, holding open the page that did it all. Ron gritted his teeth, staring at the floor, with a blank angry glare. The moment remained like that, until the blond teen could actually hear the rhythm of his heartbeat, echoing throughout his ears.

"Damn it," whispered over and over the sidekick. Each 'damn it' becoming a bit louder than the next. And before long his shoulders suddenly tensed up and he stared at a random wall, "Damn it!" Rufus watch in amazement, as Ron threw the book at the wall, as hard as he possibly can, and letting it fall on its pages. Before the little buddy could even squeak, Ron quickly opened his closet, pulling out his mission outfit. He then ran to his desk and picked up the kimmunicator and batteries and reinserted them back in.

Ron only got one arm through his sleeve before contacting Wade, a whole different expression on his face. He brought the device close to his mouth, but paid it no real attention, as he ran out the door.

"Wade... where was Kim's last known location?"

Rufus couldn't believe his tiny mole rat eyes! Ron was actually going to go help Kim! The little buddy wondered briefly. What made him change his mind? Maybe it had something to do with the journal? Wanting to find out, Rufus scurried from the desk to the fallen diary, flipping it on its flat cover.

The mole rat frowned. All he could see was the Log Date 23 – Not So Happy Halloween… page and –? He paused, running along the paper, and examining the marks all over them. They blended into the paper, making some words almost impossible to read. Sniffing the unknown marks,he licked them, tasting a bit of... sour? It was hard to tell, but not entirely. Rufus most definitely tasted something sour, a little something salty too. Even on the edge of bitter.

...

Only a few mind numbing hours earlier – Kim woke up from a major pain in her stomach.

The hero girl slowly opened her eyes, being quickly assaulted by a bright flash of light above her. From the sudden brightness, Kim had shut her eyes, flinching from unblocked rays. It took a while, but after trial and error she could finally look without recoiling back into darkness.

She turned her head, to meet by a wall of glass, where beyond that – nothing. Nothing back, only pitch blackness. "Ugh... Where am I?" Kim called out in a weak voice.

Lifting her tired body, Kim only moved up enough, to feel a throbbing pain sneak up from within her stomach. She winced, before falling back down onto whatever it is she laid on. The soft cushion fall did absolutely nothing to hide to pain. Ok moving, majorly bad idea. Laying there for an unknown amount of time, Kim briefly thought of what happened before her sudden blackout.

The museum mission – the two push over crooks – and then their boss. Their boss! Kim forced her body up, fighting through the sheer pain. Now she remembered, she was fighting against some guy named Austin Young. Hmph, still sounds cliché.

Then she remembered, she had lost.

"Careful darling, I don't want anything to happen to my new trophy."

That voice! Panic mode alerted, Kim looked around the room, but saw no one. All that became visible to her was the four glass walls surrounding her, and no door. Fighting through the pain, she saw also another glass room smaller than hers right beside it. A toilet and sink was all that remained in there. And beside her right a bookcase filled with literature she probably wouldn't bother reading anytime soon.

Finally her eyes scrunched together as she looked down to see a pretty bare mattress, that her body sat up on. No blankets, one pillow, and a lack of color. Yup, pretty plain and boring. Typical villain treatment. Why go the extra mile for your guest for when you can just be a cheap stake?

"Like your new home eh?"

Again his voice echoed out throughout the room.

"Where are you," yelled Kim, leaping out of the bed in a fighting pose. But the pain affected her posture too much to actually make it look threatening.

The British voice chuckled, "Heheh I'm here and there. Oh! Maybe I'm over there! Catch if me if you can love!"

Kim glared into the darkness, her only real source of light coming from a glass box above the ceiling. The British dude was totally mocking her. She couldn't see pass the glass except for the little shine that hit floor from outside the wall. She couldn't see him. But Kim knew, he was watching her.

She lessen her pose, walking towards the glass and pressed her hand hard softly against it, her fingers feeling the cool touch. The wave of a small set of fear snuck up on her nerves and her throat felt constricted. Kim pressed firmly against the glass, before retracting her hand, and deciding to deliver a powerful blow to the wall.

Thump!

She hit again.

Thump!

And again.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Where are you? Let me out of here!" The hero girl wailed, continuously hitting the glass in a rhythmic motion. But it did nothing. All her efforts only accomplished the slight shake of the glass, bouncing off all her vain struggles. Kim only tired herself out rather quickly, since breathing made her chest rise quickly and made the pain in her stomach resurface twice as bad.

"Sorry little bugger, but that isn't going to work anytime soon."

Kim twisted her head in a whirl searching for the source of the voice. She instinctively reached for her mission tools, to only find –!

"Hmph no dice, you won't be needing those pesky toys of yours. I took the liberty of throwing them away for you. Feel free to welcome me any time you chose."

The girl bawled her fist, from the absence of her mission belt. In fact, all she had was her mission outfit on minus the kimmunicator and her gloves. All her pockets had been picked clean and she felt a bit lighter on her toes. Yea, this bastard took all her things. Even her hair band!

"Where am I? What are you planning on doing to me huh? Going to make me sit down and eat some tea and crumpets," she tried mocking, staring into the empty space outside the glass walls.

The dude chuckled lightly, "Don't temp me," Kim could feel an evil grin just from the sound of his voice, "But alas, I have much simpler plans for oh far simpler plans. You see I need a new trophy for... I'm not very good at taking care of my things. The last person I had didn't last very long, he was weak. So I needed a better more adaptable trophy. And that's when I decided on the best new trophy!"

"New trophy?"

"Yes Kimberly, my new trophy. You! Just look around, what do you see?"

Kim didn't want to, but the curiosity gripped her. She looked, but nothing different was present, only the same 4 glass walls, a next door bathroom, book plus bookcase, pitch black outside, and one light reflecting off the mid-point from the ceiling. No exits and all alone, Kim's eyes popped. Everything stopped for her.

"You put me a case," mutter the girl, slamming her fist down on the wall, "You put me in a creepy trophy case!"

"Haha very observant my little ducky, I hope you like it? I went through so much trouble to build it."

The hero girl grabbed the book case and slammed it down onto the floor, picking up a few books, and throwing them repeatedly at the glass wall. Thump-thump-thump! Her efforts were in vain, as the books did absolute nothing to the seemingly indestructible glass.

"Hey, hey now," Austin loomed, a little less fun, "The more you misbehave the worst you'll get treated. Keep throwing those books and I won't give you any water."

Oh, now he threatened her, but she completely ignored his threat, "Keep your stupid water, I'll be out of here soon enough!"

The British gent chuckled, "With what? Your mission belt? I don't think so, I already got rid of that. Those books? Ha! Maybe that tracking chip you had? That's taken care of too." He squashed all her options in less than a paragraph.

Kim stopped throwing the books, still not believing his words. She turned her shoulder towards more darkness, "Had?"

"Had?" His voice echoed, "Oh you didn't know? You had a tracking chip embedded right on your shoulder. Luckily the scans picked it up and we removed it and destroyed it into bite size pieces for you. No thanks are necessary. Can't have my trophy stolen can't I?"

The deranged 'hunter' continued rambling on about some things for proper trophy etiquette, but she blocked out his voice. Kim was too troubled on what he just told her. A tracking chip? She dropped a book to move her hand over her shoulder. And to her surprise, Kim felt the small but noticeable presence of an incision cut. So something had been there! She grimed, so Wade had planted a tracking chip on her as well? The girl thought it was just Ron chipped? But to find out that she was too chipped – made her feel betrayed? No not betrayed, but mistrusted. Like in a way they had confidence in her, just not fully. Better yet, Wade did not have enough in her. He had enough to trust her in going on mission, but not enough to feel wrong for going behind her back.

It hurt in a way... her feelings burned.

Kim's chest ached, "Is this how Ron feels?"

Author Notes: It hurts when you realize people don't fully trust you.

A lot of you readers are against me writing a Rongo story. I guess for a while I'm going to be stuck on strictly KR on then. Until it eats away at me at least.

Oh by the way Kudos to those who guess Bonnie was going to slap him. Yes I a guy said... er wrote Kudos and the world hasn't ended. Look I actually wrote it twice, still nothing.

I'm having trouble keeping these chapters short. So do you readers even mind that these chapter seem to be getting a bit longer each time?