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

~ Unnatural Spice ~

The room grew eerily cold.

Having to lift his bruised body off the cold floor, the sidekick winced from movements his muscles wished not to partake in. Each and every push forced a gasp of air to betray his lungs. And it hurt to just breathe. But he had to get up. He just had to.

Forcing his joints to move to his accord, he finally stood up, limping a tad to his side, but overall fine. He drew in precious air, wincing from the pain scorching from his back. His arm where his cane struck earlier, felt like a fire was burning intensely from the inside and holding it didn't seem to make the ache go away. That bastard sure did a number on him. Speaking of which. Ron looked behind his shoulder. And what he saw made him forget about the pain his body was enduring.

Leaning over Kim's body was that British guy, his eyes fixated solely on her limp body. Kneeing beside her and seeing Kim down made an involuntary gasp escaped the teen's lips as he bawled his fist. Kim was hurt and she wasn't moving. And what's worse was that bloody bastard was the sole cause of it. The reason she was down. Austin lightly tapped her chest with his cane waiting for a response from the teen hero.

Ron didn't even get a chance to yell for him to get away from her when the man stood up, posture straight and firm with his cane resting between his fingers in a non-playful way. His back was turned and for a good solid second nothing happened. Then. An unwelcomed sigh filled the void of silence. And it wasn't from the sidekick.

Ron didn't know why, but, he felt an unnerving shiver run through the base of his spine and escape the pores of his skin the minute the devilish dude uttered a sound that wasn't a mocking content play of words. This couldn't be good.

"Bloody hell," whispered Austin in a hush groan low enough for Ron to almost miss. The cane in his fingers dropped a smidge and the man fixed his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. The entire time, Ron's eyes never left Kim's unmoving body.

"Well then lad, from what I can tell." The freighting emotionless tone of his voice made his hands shake, "Miss Possible here had herself a little heart attack."

The fingers holding between his burning arm dug deep into his skin and every one of his muscles tensed. He shuddered a breathe, straightening his stand not believing the words that rolled out the British guy's mouth. A heart attack? Kim had a heart attack? No. That wasn't possible. It wasn't an option. It wasn't damn possible!

Forgetting everything, he rushed past the villain, sliding down towards the floor where Kim was. He immediately moved to her body to get a better look at her and right at first glance, Ron felt the blood in his body grow cold and his heart stop. There was Kim lying there and... and her eyes had a distant faraway look. The once bright or recent dull green shade of green in her eyes was washed down with a cloudy muck of lifeless emerald. Her pupils were too dull for they saw nothing. No. He didn't see her chest rise at all. No dammit! Placing his head to her chest, Ron bit his lip. He felt nothing. No heartbeat. No presence of life.

No Kim.

Suddenly he gripped her brisk arms hoping to feel something – anything! His entire body shivered against his will at the feeling of her stubborn numbness.

"Kim!" Ron yelled, but she didn't respond.

The grip he had on her arms tightened for he knew yelling wasn't going to do anything. He looked once again at her empty eyes and felt a chain wrap around the inner bends of his chest. Stretching and pulling at him trying to tear him apart. The poor sidekick didn't even realize the droplets of warm tears fall down his face until they splashed on Kim's cheek.

Fighting back tears, Ron got started to try to restart her heart by pushing his palms on her chest to begin chest compressions, but before he could start.

"A bloody shame that is," Ron looked up to see Austin giving him a bored look. The dude scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "I lose more trophies that way."

Trophies? Did he just say trophies?!

"If only she had learned her place, then all would be peachy," he mused scratching his chin in thought. "But no. These heroes never make good trophies. They are hard to keep alive and ––!"

Smack!

The unprepared gent jollied a few steps back before using his cane to regain his balance. He quickly rubbed his chin in recoil to inspect the damage, but his eyes never left the teen boy standing across from him. Ron had delivered a quick jab to his chin before he knew he had done it himself. The attack was completely instinctual. And the speed and force behind the deliver was more than he could normally muster up on his own.

Much more.

Ron stood across from him all rigid, his knuckles shaking uncontrollably. There was a nasty scowl on his face as his dirty golden strands of hair hid some of his features. Somehow they had grown long enough in a short few seconds to cover a good portion of his upper face. But neither party paid much focus on that little mystery.

Heaving, Ron lifted his gaze to settle upon the man across from him, gnawing a low growl towards him. It was there Austin eyes narrowed at sudden depicted dark shades of ocean blue within the sidekick's eyes. He was certain they were a more brownish color? And he was definitely certain that humans didn't sport small fangs!

"How dare you talk about Kim that way," Ron grimaced, pointing at the villain across from him. "How dare you hurt her!"

Realizing that play time probably wasn't the best method to go with the sitch, Austin stopped checking his sore jaw to better lift his cane in defense. But even in his most cautious of settings, the mad man could not help but grin at the boy.

"Look whose talking lad," oh yea, mocking was in his blood. "I thought thee sidekick was suppose to protect the hero from kicking the bucket? It seems to me that you've been doing a pretty pathetic job lately."

The mocking just fueled his anger. And Ron found it relatively easy to give in into it.

"I'll kill you," he howled.

The gent smirked, twisting his cane between his fingers before resting his weapon between his torso, "I'll like to see you try."

Finding it harder to go against the instincts taking over, Ron gave back a final look of concern and guilt at Kim's lifeless body. And instantly he knew he only had a few minutes to act to save her life. Every second mattered, and if didn't make it on time – no he didn't want to dwell on that.

He turned back to face Austin, his senses being quickly overridden. Before he could save Kimberly, he needed to take down this British man first. If not to save her on time, then at least, to avenger her – if nothing else.

Consumed by the loud screeches of monkeys in his head, Ron dashed for Austin arms out, quickly, the British man skid his foot across the floor, waiting for the lad to come within striking distance. Senses perked, the villainess man made an attempt of a slashed of his cane right for Ron's head in an effort to subdue the hysteric boy, but Ron had other plans. Feeling his blood boil he caught the gent's cane midway and Austin could barely gasp before feeling a tight grip at his throat.

Startled, the British man quickly jumped off the floor connecting the soles of his feet to Ron's chest. Having to use a tremors amount of force, Ron reluctantly withheld his grip from both his cane and neck. But that didn't stop him. It didn't alarm him. It only pushed him.

The man danced as the teen tried to swipe him multiple times as he just narrowly dodged each attack either skipping, leaping, or ducking all of them. The close combat tactics fighting proved to be far different from the lad's earlier attempts. He proved harder to dodge and each one of his slashes grew more accurate with each excruciating attempt. Suddenly the joyous smirked left his face as one of Ron's attacks grazed his left shoulder. Austin narrowed his eyes. The contact was light, but the damage if it had connected, would have been, deadly. This wasn't the same lad he was fighting only minutes ago. He was more animal than human.

Finding his fun to be dwindling away, Austin leaned back avoiding one of Ron's slashes before following up with one of his own attempts of an attack – leaning forward, he twisting his body inward before slamming his cane at Ron's side. The grunt coming from the sidekick was enough to make him smile, before he saw his trusty cane being grabbed almost immediately afterwards. He didn't even get a chance to counter or react.

Charging back in for blood, Ron roared, his monkey fangs clear as day for the other dude to see, as he tackled him full force. Austin had no time to react from this newly acquired speed before being pushed back towards the steel wall of the room. He grunted from the sudden force, but fought back each step, letting his feet slide against the friction of the floor and having his cane scratch on the flooring.

'Bloody hell!' The British gent winced inwardly noticing that he was being pushed back by a pathetic sidekick!

Having the upper hand in the sitch, Ron's monkey instincts demanded for the blond to swipe his opponent right for his unprotected head. He happily obliged when they crashed at the wall, giving him enough to time to deliver a nasty blow. Grabbing one of his wrists, Austin's brows rose at the incoming fist and tossed his cane upward between his fingers to force the attack towards his side, narrowly directing the fist towards the wall besides him. The impact and heavy crunch of the steel besides him and the amount of effort he put into redirecting the attack made the gent focus enough to know when tea time was over.

And tea time was most definitely over.

Recoiling, the man glowered. He used the hold the lad had on him to knee while at the same time using the wall to push his knee in deeper into his abdominal. Wincing, Ron's blue eyes grew darker before tossing the man within his hold across the room from over his shoulder.

Landing with much grace with his fine and dandy cane, Austin knelt on the floor for a tick before standing back again and checking the soreness in his shoulder. It came and gone. He looked at the teen standing across from him, devoid of emotions except anger, and then noticed the wall beside him. His own blue eyes narrowed through his specs noticing the damage done to the steel wall.

Disastrous.

Arms out, Austin 'tsk' when the blasted boy came back rushing in. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying himself – he was. But there was a fine line between play time and the real thing. And he had come to realization that the enraged sidekick had over stepped his bounds. And in others he had to be put down. Like a bloody animal.

Having tossed the villain aside, Ron's eyes rested on him for a brief moment before he caught sight of the still limp Kim beside him. He instantly felt an instinct to protect coat over his broken human sense. He wanted to kill this bastard, but. He wanted to save Kim more. And that was enough for his human side to slowly regain control. As he dashed for Austin his fangs retracted, but his ocean eyes remained. Human side or not, the power never abandoned him.

Austin humph from the boy's sudden lunge at him and he lifted up his cane above his body to block the incoming blow. Ron gritted his teeth when his hand came in contact with the rod, but quickly buried itself when he felt the sudden snap vibrate through his body. It took but one second to realize that Ron's hand broke through Austin's barrier and was gashing him at his lower abdominal with such force. His eyes widen at the sudden pain burning at his side.

Clunk!

Maneuvering to the lad's side in a desperate fashion with the upper half of cane in his hand, Austin gripped the side of his body, inwardly gritting from the pain. The blasted devil ripped through his skin! And he could already feel his blood drip through his fingers! Not jolly good! Not jolly good at all!

Looking at the lad harder, he could tell he was about to continue their little dance. And the British gent no longer wanted to tangle with the brat. Quickly asserting the sitch, Austin grabbed his glasses and tossed them at Ronald before pressing the tip of his cane harder.

"We'll have to dance some other time my little ducky!" he yelled out with a mocking grin.

In no time a bright flash erupted in the room. Shielding his eyes, the last thing Ron could make of the bloody guy was those hard perpetual blue eyes almost hidden behind the white flash.

And then he was gone. A small trail of blood noticeable on the floor before it vanished. Ron's fist tightened.

He got away.

Releasing the air he didn't realize he had been holding, Ron swiftly turned around towards the unmoving Kim. Quickly he slid besides her replacing his head back on her chest. Still no heartbeat! He didn't know how long he had been fighting – maybe a few minutes or more. But in the end it didn't matter now. Ki–KP needed oxygen fast!

Retrying chest compressions, Ron found that completely useless in seconds and decided for a more desperate approach. Lightly lifting her chin, Ron tired to breathe in bits of air into her lungs. He gently over and over again took deep breathes before forcing them into her mouth and into her lungs. Her chest lightly rose in response, but quickly stopped when precious air left.

He continued his attempts in a desperate struggle not realizing he had gripped her hand. Never noticing the shades of blue left his eyes and reverted back to a dark chocolaty coloring. A small tingle of blue essence crawled down his back and forearm, straight towards the hand in its owner grip – And before long it traveled up Kim's arm and towards her chest, resting there for a moment, before digging down her skin.

All happening without the sidekick noticing.

The light in Kim's eyes came back, but dull. She outwardly coughed out and was immediately gifted Ron's undivided attention. Her heart beat again weakly, but beat nevertheless. The pain in her chest still lingered, but small waves of relief soothed her.

Kim felt the presence of someone hovering over her and she tried to look at the person through her half opened eyes. A light tingle danced on her skin from the familiar face.

"R-Ron," she tiredly called out. Ron lifted her head and her weary gazes rested upon the concern and contented look coming from her best 'friend'. A weak smile edged her lips. She hadn't seen him look at her like that in what felt like a lifetime.

She fought to stay awake. But her body stubbornly demanded rest and she had no intent of arguing with it. Sleep sounded wonderful. And Kim knew she was in safe hands.

Author Notes: Damn it! I still got another chapter left to write. Sigh, why is life so freakin unbelievably unfair. I mean c'mon, I bet you readers are drop dead tired of this tale.

Eh, whatever. Sorry for the long update and everything. For once I didn't end it at a cliffhanger go figure. College and becoming a Geologist is not the easiest thing to do.

By the way I must know. Who actually guessed Kim had a heart attack from the last chapter. Be honest. There are no wrong answers... wait a tick? There are.

-Laughs nervously-