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Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Bittersweet Reunion ~

"I don't know."

Lub-dub!

Kim's chest ached. That wasn't what she wanted to hear.

Hearing those three emotional scary words, Kim's spirit began breaking, crumbing into a millions pieces from her shattered will. No. She didn't want this to happen. She learned what the real problem was. So why? Why wasn't everything returning back to normal?! Like it was supposed to do!

Kim tried to apply more pressure into her dying hug, she tried so hard. The hero girl did anything to fight Ron's answer, anything to end this spiraling nightmare. But those words. Those cruel painful words, hurt, so much. They had brutally robbed her of any lingering strength in her tired fragile body. All the poor girl could do was tremble against Ron's body, hoping he could return the hug. Just for a quick second... please?

Nothing.

Ron didn't hug back. He didn't lightly stroke her trembling body or even whisper everything is going to be alright. He did... none of those things. Not a single one. And she could tell, he wasn't going to – and just like that, her little reunion had turned bittersweet.

He allowed her to shake on his body for a few more moments, before lightly pushing her arms away from him. Kim tried to deny it by forcing all her remaining strength to hold on. She latched on closer, drenching his black shirt in soaking tears. Anything to not let go, anything to make the horrible pain, go away.

The sidekick's eyes softened from her weak efforts. He couldn't say that he was mad at her in the instant, but he couldn't let her get any ideas right now. Seconds passed quickly. They had to escape. And her feeble struggles weren't just going to change his mind. Not now.

Ron gently again pushed her away, "Kim –?"

"No!"

Kim's sudden cry made the teen halt his slow movements, making his arms barely pushed any real pressure onto her trembling body. She rubbed her face ferociously on his drenched shirt, finally resting her tired head on her cheek, and sniffing deeply ever passing moment. Kim's breathing fought her every step of the way, but the worn out hero girl finally found the air she was looking for.

"D-Don't tell me... I don't know Ron," Kim moved her hands over his arms, clutching the firm muscles underneath with much unneeded grief, "T-That's not what I wanna hear. Y-You're suppose t-to say." She inhaled deeply, looking up at him, "You're suppose to say 'Ok Kim.' N-Not... I don't know." Shaking her head ferociously, Kim spilled hot tears everywhere. "Not I don't know!"

All her inner strength failing, her exhausted body finally collapsed on him. The toll from poor nourishment, lack of any real sleep – nightmare filled dreams and a struggling mind, finally had Kim fuming through the last of her reserves. But... her lost dull eyes forced through the never ending ordeal to remain open, against all the cries from her protesting body.

The blond let the words sink in, holding her up in place. He could no longer feel a stream of tears spill, and her never ending quivering had trickled down. But nevertheless, she remained awake, fighting the fatigue every damn step of the way.

"Please don't say I don't know," whispered Kim, begging through her soft voice. She didn't know if she could take hearing those words leave his mouth again. Not again.

Seeing her fight so long in a losing battle caused a ghost of contentment to sprout in Ron. The Possible girl was determined to see this through, till it destroyed her, and all just for him. That alone almost made Ron smile, especially upon seeing her famous Kimmie stubbornness.

Maybe he could give her something to hold onto – just enough for her to relax and finally give her confused mind some much needed peace.

Tasting a strange mixture of bitter and sweetness in the air, Ron's chest rose against hers, before using one of his arms to wrap around her body, and softly squeeze her. His other free hand brushed the dull strands of her once proud and bright auburn hair in a rhythmic and soothing pace.

Lub-dub!

Kim let out a hushed gasped. Ron's arm was wrapped her body – holding her – hugging her – embracing her. And his fingers that combed leisurely through her mane, effortlessly untangled the giant knot in her chest. Her troubling worries didn't fade away, but for a second she had forgotten them. Ron, in every sense of way was giving Kim, just the right amount of closure, to let her heavy eyes at last close.

"This won't be ea–"

"Aww! Isn't this precious! It brings tears to me eyes!"

The sound of a gent's voice bounced so suddenly in room. Having momentarily forgot they were in a villain's lair, Kim groaned in Ron's chest, hating the sound of that blasted voice that echoed throughout the room. And Ron, he looked around for the source of that British accent.

"Please love! Does someone have a blasted tissue?!" The voice's sarcasm bled throughout the entire darkened room. "My nose – my eyes – my heart! It's all soooo bloody beautiful!"

"Who is that?" Ron asked looking around the room, but only seeing the glass and dark corridors he came in from.

Kim searched for any real energy left in her body. She looked hard, but found very little. "His name... is Austin Young. New guy," still no vigor to go on, "A real fruit loop."

Ron tried to move to scan the room to find this Austin Young aka fruit loop, but Kim's limp body wouldn't budge only making matters worse. He didn't blame her, the dark bags around her eyes was all he needed to know. Still. Time was now definitely not on his side and who knows what else this madman had up his sleeve.

As time slipped through their fingers, he sighed, slowly pushing Kim off.

"Kim," nudged Ron, shaking her body, "C'mon, stand up." She did, but only since Ron was talking to her.

The hero girl felt a small numbing pain in her stomach. She winced through her teeth, barely holding her heavy body. The spot where Austin hit her plus no food didn't do her any favors. This only made her wonder how her body earlier even got up to run up to Ron? Alone, hug him. Probably some unused adrenaline had kicked in or sheer will power? Either way, she could of used some of that right about now.

Knowing the girl his entire life, Ron immediately picked up on her cringing. He didn't know what happened to Kim, but placed it aside.

Looping her arm around his shoulder, Ron began walking her to the stairs, "Let's get out of here." Kim gently lowered her head onto his shoulder, trying to match his pace.

"You two aren't going anywhere's my precious trophies!"

Stopping dead, Ron heard a shuffling of metal clanks coming from the stairs he had came from. And he didn't know if any other paths existed. Damn this darkness, if only he could see past his nose! He could barely see the small light source coming from the corridor stairs.

The clanks grew louder with each moment and their time grew short. Struggling through Kim's weight, he looked around to see if there was anything he could use. But nope. The only thing the sidekick could possibly see was the glass room a few steps behind him. And all he could see was that small light emitting from there and nothing else.

Great – surrounded by total darkness with only one light source, Ron didn't even know how to get out of this sitch. What could he do? It's not like he could sneak pass the guards and go up the stairs? He could barely see past the dark room. Alone find a way to... see? Them? Could he see them in the darkness?

Could they?

Feeling some electricity circuit wildly through his thoughts, Ron walked further and further into the darkness, slowly hiding their presence. Kim didn't understand what Ron was doing and wondered if he planned to run and hide.

"Ron?"

"Shh," whispered the blond, lightly blending them into back and lowering Kim carefully on the floor. "I got an idea. You just stay here and wait," he added, searching his mission bag for contents, "I'll take care of them before they even see me."

Kim couldn't see his face clearly, but the small glow of orange, flickered as fast as it went out within his eyes. Eventually Ron had stopped searching his bag and left Kim crouching on the floor, silently stalking the large group of henchmen that came down the stairs.

Kim watched as the group searched for them. They couldn't see her, but she could see within the small essence of light shining from the corridor, even if she did have to squint her eyes. Playing it safe, Kim crouched a bit lower, trying to blend to the floor and wall, hoping whatever Ron was doing would work.

"C'mon you loft! Find my trophies!" Austin's voice ordered.

Cloaked in the shadows, Ron quietly hunted the group of men who remained in the light to try and find them. Half had ran to the small room in the center – In all, leaving two parties, two sources of light, and one objective. Quiet as the wind, the sidekick trudged closer to the first group of henchmen by the stairs and aimed the laser pen for the small lights above their heads.

Flicker!

The light source for the group of henchmen went out and just as Ron expected. They panicked. Moving randomly in place and he could see this thanks to the thermal image sunglasses. First part of his plan success. Now – part two.

The other group of henchmen from the glass room stopped searching through the darkness when their cohorts suddenly vanished from their sight. The light muffled screaming was to be expected the instant it happened, but what really caught them off guard was when they heard what sounded like arguing and a tussle happening between them moments later. Loud shouts and small grunts of pain reached their ears, stumping their imaginations.

"Hey watch it," one of them screamed, elbowing the enemy in the chest. A small 'ugh' sounded off and then a fast fist connected to the other man's jaw.

"Hey dude, that's me," screamed the guy who just got hit, then another sucker punch to the nose again, "I just said it was me!"

Unable to see past his nose, the guy shrugged defensively, "Hey I didn't do it!" One, two, three, and another blind sucker punch in the dark and a shove for the guy beside him. "I said I didn't do it!" That still didn't stop the quick shove he got from his chest, resulting in him to blindly strike his fellow henchmen in the nose.

Ron smirked, slowly sliding between the groups of tangled men and hitting them or shoving them in their blinds spots. And each time – a chain reaction occurred. Either the man would counter verbally, giving Ron an opening to easily struck the poor sap or they would react violently, quickly hitting the other guy in that direction, which resulted back to another chain reaction. Either way, Ron used his sidekick skills plus natural dumb skills to their upmost performance. Thank you physics class.

Eventually when they were weak enough, Ron dealt a quiet blow to their head, knocking out each one at a time, dispatching them from their meaningless arguments. One by one, the shouts grew silent until only the group of henchmen at the glass room remained, trying to scoop through the sheer darkness outside the small feet of light.

Unable to see him, Ron lightly backtracked to Kim, wrapping his palm around her mouth, to keep her from gasping to loud. He 'shh' in her ear and carefully picked her up in his arms. Kim trembled in Ron's arms, looking at the other group of men trying to search for them, and wondering if they could see them make their way to wherever Ron was taking her to. She knew that even Drakken's goons could take her on. And that thought – frightened her.

"Don't just stand there you loft! Find them!"

Needing to buy some more time, Ron tossed the laser pen across the room to the other side of glass room, alerting the men from the click thud. All of them turned their heads in that direction readying themselves for an upcoming fight, that Ron purposely mislead them to believe to further escape undetected.

Carefully moving around the unconscious bodies of the first group of henchmen, all the while holding Kim, Ron made it to the stairs. He stopped, breathing slowly, knowing he had to take his time or the metal sounds would give away his – their position.

Pushing Kim against his body, which she returned the movement, Ron walked up the stairs gently and calmly in a slow but cautious manner. There were many steps, but in an even pace they made it to the top, where the metal hatch Ron came through was so thoughtfully open. Hmph, guess all henchmen are the same?

Coming back into some light, Kim could see the thermal glasses Ron was wearing, and put two and two together. Henchmen crying out and arguing in the randomness of the dark, plus Ron hiding in said dark with a pair of night vision specs – yea all the pieces fell together like a line of dominoes. Kim marveled at the idea. It was genius, well thought out, and perfectly planned, but it didn't make her happy. The plan came from Ron, but not Ron-Ron. Not the clumsy, laughing, joking making Ron she use to be friends with and figured that the old Ron... probably wasn't coming back.

Reaching the top, they entered the control room that appeared vacant, and closed the steel door, locking it from the inside. Those muscle bound meat heads were sure to discover they slipped by them, so better safe than sorry.

Poking his head around the corner, Ron scouted for any other lingering henchmen or visible traps. With the coast seemingly clear, Ron had Kim's arm over his shoulder, lightly tugging her towards the exit of this weird villain's lair.

"Come on. Were almost out of here," throwing aside stealth, they moved as fast as possible, passing the halls of endless doors on the way, "We'll contact Wade for our ride when we find a safe place to hide. Then we'll be home free and away from this –"

"You duckies aren't moving another step!"

Lub-dub!

Before they could even register the threat, Ron had been kicked on his side to an opened room and with Kim tumbling as well. The force from the unexpected blow caused the sidekick to gasp for air as he stood back up, clutching his burning side. Kim for the life of her, hardly had any strength to move, instead all the 'hero' girl could do was lie there and barely support her weight on her arms. Her hair dangled all over the place and her breathing rapidly increased.

Both the teens looked forward to see a gent twisting his trusty cane in a professional but overall calm fashion. The little shine on his glasses glowed through the room, as he trademark smirk with his pearly whites, screamed bloody brilliantly evil.

"Oy!" Austin bellowed, stomping his cane on the floor, "Just where the tick do you two think your going?" Really the question was more of a statement.

Ron looked at the 'dude' seeing him for the first time, not knowing how to react to his presence. "Kim...?" he called out over his shoulder.

"Fruit loop."

"Oh," Ron mussed, no longer holding his side, the pain reseeding.

Austin clutched his heart in a mockishly act, "Ah! Me! A fruit loop! Now that's not a nice thing to call a gentlemen lass," played the gent, waving his finger cheerfully, "Besides, I prefer tea and crumpets love. They have a certain bite to thee taste buds."

Ron rolled his eyes at his lame taunt; "Can you be anymore cliché dude?" counter mocked the sidekick.

The British man twisted his cane behind his back, kicking in step towards the boy, "Bloody rich coming from a sidekick!" Leaping forward, Austin spun his cane for Ron's side, which the teen was able to grab a hold of and fend off the attack. Stuck in position, Austin moved closer, grinning, "Now tell me boy... Will you prove to be more of a challenge than your little mate there?"

Ron felt a certain flare erupt from push through his throat, "She's not my girlfriend you craze fruit loop," pushed back Ron, causing both of them to remove some feet from each other.

The British villain twisted his cane in one arm, with the other arm fixing his glasses. He grinned at Ronald, unable to resist his inner temptation, "Now now lad... now look who's being a cliché?"

Sorry for taking so long to update, but the first two weeks of the new semester at college are always hectic for me! Please don't hate me! I tried to make this chapter extra special for you readers just to try and make it up to you. But I wouldn't blame you if you all hate me right now.

Mockishly is not a real word by the way, just making sure I don't poison readers with Fake words.