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Warning: This story is rated T for Teen, in accordance with the site rating system. This story contains scenes of violence, minor coarse language and minor suggestive adult themes. You have been warned.

-Chapter I-

Uncertain Future

Wind swept through his long blond hair as Motor Ed raced down a lone stretch of Route 66, the sun shining warmly with not a cloud in the sky. He was driving a 1971 Pontiac GTO Judge Convertible; the body work paint jet black with flame decals on the sides. Classic rock hits played on the radio, making it a sweet ride for him but what made it even more sweeter was the babe at his side.

Wearing a green/black bikini outfit which complimented her toned athletic body, Shego smiled as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, only to have Ed turn to meet her for a little lip locking action. Damn, was she a good kisser! Resting her head on his shoulder, she sighed blissfully as Ed wrapped a muscular arm around her.

"So babe, enjoying the ride?" Ed asked her.

"Totally," Shego purred, giggling as she nuzzled her face in his long mullet. "Oh, I just love the smell of your hair."

He was about to return a compliment to her when a loud banging noise alerted him, frowning in puzzlement to what it might be. He recently tuned the engine to perfection so it couldn't be that.

"Huh, you hear that babe?" Ed said, Shego shaking her head in response. "That...banging noise. What is that?"

"What banging?" Shego said, sounding just as confused. "I can't hear anything out of the ordinary."

"Huh, seriously weird. Ah well, probably nothin'."

A few seconds barely passed when he heard the loud banging again, sounding almost like someone was knocking on something. Not wanting to take any chances, he pulled the car over and popped the hood. Going over to examine the engine, he grumbled under his breath when he saw it was in pristine condition. Scratching his head in puzzlement, Ed wondered just what was happening.

"Honey, come back to the car. I'm getting bored," Shego said in a playful tone.

"Uh...in second babe, I wanna figure out what's wrong first," Ed answered back, returning his focus to the engine.

Hearing her giggle mischieviously, Ed wondered what she was up to when something was thrown over the top of the hood, landing on the engine. An eye involuntarily twitched at the sight of her bikini top, his mouth salivating at the thought of a most seriously awesome sight any man would be lucky to see.

"How about now?" Shego replied seductively.

"O-Okay, engine can wait!" Ed managed to say, slamming the hood down.

Shego smiled as she waited in the back of the car, covering herself with a black blanket while beckoning him with a finger. Leaping into the back of the car, Ed tried to remove the blanket when Shego playfully slapped his hand.

"No looking under the hood until I had a little kissy-face," Shego purred, pushing Ed back as she started to make out with him.

Man, he just loved the smell and feel of her lips, closing his eyes as he relaxed into the kiss. Like rose scented petals...no, wait...now it was different. Now it felt and smelt like, sweat stained fabric?!

Ed opened his eyes and gagged when he found himself making out with a grease stained pillow; now damp from his own drool. Finding himself in the backroom of his repair shop, lying face first on a oil stained mattress, Ed buried his face into the pillow when the cruel reality had finally sunk in. Best dream ever but he just had to go wake up at the most seriously awesome part!

"Aw c'mon, seriously?!" He groaned, muttering under his breath as he got up.

It was still dark out, with the sky just starting to lighten in the east. The small old fashioned alarm clock by his bed shown the time was just before 5am. Picking up a wrench, he was about to show whoever was foolish enough to wake him at this hour. Peeking through the spy hole, he saw a young teenage male with dark raven colored hair, wearing a red and black jumpsuit.

"Dude, you know what time it is? Seriously!" Ed yelled furiously. "If you want your ride fixed, come back when I'm open!"

"I don't need my ride fixed, I need to find Dr. Drakken," Drake said, crossing his arms.

"Muh cuz?" Ed asked him, looking at Drake with suspicion. "What'd ya want with him?"

"He's my..." Drake paused, trying to find the right word to best describe what Drakken meant to him. "He's my father."

"Your father?! Seriously, if you were his son, he would've told me!"

"Yeah, well there is a really complicated reason for that," Drake said, with an exasperated sigh. "Look, do you know where he is or don't you?"

"I do...but that information is going to cost you."

"Dude, seriously?" Drake said in disbelief.

"Seriously. I ain't giving away that information for free," Ed told him. "Now how about you get lost and come back if you got the money."

"Look, I was just going to get the information and leave you alone," Drake said, getting annoyed with Ed. "But if you don't tell me, I swear I'm totally going to rip the door down and trash all your stuff!"

Ed found himself laughing at Drake's threat, doubling over hysterically as he wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Ha, oh man that is priceless! Scrawny little guy like you, tear down my door?!" Ed laughed. "Bring it on little guy! This door is riot-proof man, totally comes in hand for customers not happy when I bill them! I'd seriously like to see you..."

Without almost any effort, Drake grasped the door and tore it cleanly off its hinges, tossing it aside. Ed's jaw dropped before the door even hit the ground.

"...try," Ed finished with a shocked whimper, his jaw dropping with disbelief.

"You were saying?" Drake said, casually leaning against the empty door frame with a sly smile on his face.

Going through Ed's mind, he thought only two things. One, he seriously needed a better door. And two, it might not hurt to tell the guy Drakken's current hideout.

Dawn broke over the town of Middleton, casting the light of a new day on the battle scarred buildings. Inside the Middleton Grand Hotel, Ron stirred in his sleep as he dreamt of the night the Lowardians fell in battle. His hands gripping the sheets of his bed when a small blue aura, the size of a child, began to manifest beside him. Gradually it took on the form of a small primate, a Chimpanzee with grey fur. Some of its original brown fur color remained, signifying that it was ancient far beyond the lifespan of any ordinary ape or man.

Dressed in emerald colored robes with a golden velvet belt, the mysterious Chimp possessed the same powers as Ron but on a far greater level.

"I been watching you since your first encounter with Monkey Fist," The Chimp said in a frail voice, studying Ron with ancient green eyes. "Hmm, so you're the Mystical Monkey Master according to the prophecy of legend?"

With a wave of its paw, a field of energy manifested above Ron and slowly began to descend. Seeping into his head, the young man moaned weakly in his sleep as a sudden nightmare began to manifest.

"I'm sorry I have to do this but it is the most reliable way to teach you. We'll meet again young man, when you have pondered upon this lesson."

Ron found himself in a sitch he hoped to never again relive; the final moments of the Lowardians. He tried to explore his surroundings but found he wasn't in control of his own body, watching the action unfold through his own eyes. Performing the exact same movements, Ron braced for the impact as Warhok sent Kim flying back into him, the air knocked out of his lungs and sending him sliding along the ground, a deep grove dug from the force of the impact.

He knew what was going to happen next. The moment Master Sensei appeared and spoke to him about his destiny, when he saw Warhok and Warmonga discussing turning Kim into a...a trophy. Like big game hunters looking over a prized buck after a long hunt. Deep down inside him a primal force was awakened, the instinct to protect the woman he loved. He was going to send the Lowardians running back to their homeworld. To let the rest of their species know that Earth was not to be taken lightly.

Well...it was the plan.

As he performed the same actions, he desperately tried to take control of his body. A futile attempt to change the biggest mistake he ever made.

He never intended to kill them, only to humiliate them. The plan at the time when he grabbed them was to send them flying through the air by at least a few feet. Not into the path of their crashing warship.

Building up power, a vortex of energy manifested around his body, small chunks of debris caught in the swirling chaos. He didn't know how exactly he was doing it, but it sure looked intimidating. If only he paid attention to the slight but major deviation in his nightmare, unaware that the debris was flung in all directions instead of simply falling to the ground like it really did. Engaged in their last battle together, Lowardian and Tai Sheng Pekwar merged in a dance of different fighting styles. With strength enhanced beyond any mere mortal in history, Ron launched the Lowardians into the sky and could only watch as the mothership erupted into a ball of flame.

It wasn't easy for Ron to see such death and destruction for the second time. Sighing heavily, he suddenly realized that something about the atmosphere of his surroundings was different. Not in a good way either.

His ears picked up on the sound of faint whimpering, a chill running down Ron's spine when he realized that not only did the whimpering was that of someone in agony, the whimpering belonged to that of a young woman. Ron felt his stomach twist, afraid to see what was happening behind him.

Turning slowly around, his world shattered at the sight of Shego tending to Kim while Drakken was running to get assistance. Fighting back tears, her greatest nemesis cradled the young teen in her arms while Kim struggled to breathe. Embedded into her chest was a sharp jagged piece of shrapnel, her ceremonial graduation gown gradually becoming soaked by her own blood.

"KP! OH NO, I..."

As he began to rush over to Kim's side, Shego fired a blast of energy at Ron with a free hand, the ground exploding at his feet. Stopped in his tracks, Ron saw that Shego bore an expression of disgust and hatred toward him he had never seen before. But what really chilled Ron's soul was the fear in Shego's eyes, horrified of what his display of power had resulted in.

"YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!" Shego screamed, her cheeks stained by her tears."STAY AWAY OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"

With great effort, Kim struggled to talk despite the agony she was in. "No, S-Shego...I...w-want R-Ron...guh...w-with me..."

"But Kim, that bas..." Shego began to argue, stopping when Kim looked pleadingly into her eyes.

"It...gurk...was an...accident," Kim struggled to say, gripping Shego's arm tightly as she winced in agony. "I...n-need him...b-by my...side. P-Please."

Ron saw that Shego fought the urge to further argue with Kim, not wanting Ron near her in case he did something else with his powers. She knew it was an accident but it was a costly one. Kim wasn't likely to survive but if her last wishes were to be with Ron, so be it. Shego respected Kim too much to deny her last request.

Kneeling by her side, Ron gently held Kim's hand. It was cool to the touch, her pulse steadily weakening after each passing second. She was slipping away and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"K-Kim, I...what have I done?!" Ron sobbed, guilt overwhelming him as he silently prayed for a miracle. "I'm sorry! I never meant to..."

Reaching out with a hand, Kim caressed her lover's cheek gently. The action of reaching out to him caused her to cough painfully, small specks of blood staining the edges of her mouth.

"I know...R-Ron," Kim said weakly, trying to cling on to life with what strength she had left, to say goodbye. "I...I..."

She never finished her sentence as her last breath left her lungs, Ron unable to do anything as the woman he loved passed away before his very eyes.

"No. K-Kim?" Ron whispered, his tears falling onto her still body. "KIM?! KIIIIIIM!"

"AARRGH, KIM!" Ron cried, panting heavily as he woke up from his nightmare.

Finding himself in his hotel room, Ron tried to shake out the vivid details of the dream from his mind. He felt sick at the thought of Kim...

Without thinking, he instinctively reached for the old Kimmunicator that Kim used to use, before she replaced it with the smaller wrist mounted version. Ron was about to call her when his thumb hesitated to press the button, wondering if she was still asleep. He didn't want to wake her up, if she was still sleeping that is but he had to know if she was alright. Accessing the emergency Kimmunicator video link, he waited as the small Kimmunicator lying on the bedside table in Kim's room opened up a small panel on the top, extending a tiny camera on a wire-like stalk. Adjusting the camera angle, Ron sighed with relief as the video feed shown Kim sleeping peacefully in her bed.

'It was just a dream,' Ron thought. 'Oh man, it was just a dream.'

Still, he had to be sure. Activating the small sensors on Kim's Kimmunicator, it relayed data on her vital signs. Her heart rate was slightly elevated but aside from that, she was in perfect health.

Feeling a small amount of pressure on his arm, Ron gazed down to see Rufus looking up at him with concern.

"Y'kay?" The small rodent chirped, cocking his head to one side inquizitively.

"I'm fine, it was just a bad dream," Ron said, smiling as he patted his companion on the back. "Sorry I woke you buddy. You go back to sleep."

With a tired yawn, Rufus stretched before curling up beside his master. In a few seconds he was fast asleep, snoring softly. Ron sighed as he laid back in bed, trying to drive the vivid images out of his mind or focus on something else. Yet still the remnants of the nightmare remained.

Was the nightmare a vision of what could have happened? Besides, what if it wasn't Kim that died? He could have easily killed either Drakken or Shego at the time, former enemies that had now reformed. Well, if they stay reformed that is. It troubled him to think that all this time, despite the brief training he had at Yamanouchi, he had no control over his mystical powers. His mind too active for him to drift off, he decided it was time to get up and grab an early breakfast.

Cooking a nice meal usually helped him after a nightmare but for the one he had, he might need to make enough for a banquet.

Drake had been driving for a few hours but he was nearing his destination, following a dirt road that went deep into privately owned land in the forests north of Middleton. So far he had seen no indication of any structures resembling a lair, wondering if he had been given a bogus address by Ed. The woodland started to become much denser the further he drove, forcing the Synthodrone to stop the car and get out. Maybe he would have better luck on foot.

Continuing along the road, he found a small path that lead to an open space in the forest. Despite the space being big enough for a small lair, he could see only tufts of grass and dried dirt but no buildings of any kind.

"You gotta be kidding me," Drake sighed, kicking a small stone in frustration. "Man, perfect start to a crappy day."

Little did he know he was being tracked by hidden sensors, part of an advanced defence perimeter.

If you were to ask any henchman how it felt being in their new lair, the answer would always be the same. Awkward.

Ever since Shego begun her first day as Drakken's right hand man, or in her case woman, she always viewed him as an employer. But as the years went by her feelings toward him begun to change, briefly showing sides of her life she kept private expect for her closest friends and family. She had grown to love him, but as a dear friend and nothing more. Things were awkweird between the two of them for a few weeks after the Moodulator incident, although it was understandable that she was not fully in control of her actions.

Drakken himself however had been impressed with Shego's skill and accomplishments, even rewarding her with a paid vacation for Christmas once. His respect and admiration for her soon grew into a sort of fatherlike fondness. Shego was the daughter he never had but if he did have one, he hoped she would be like his dearest friend but with less of the snappy attitude.

Problem was they never actually shown any fondness to one another while in the work place, plus they never actually met out of work to hang out as friends. So with their brief show of affection, in a form of an attempted hug on the Lowardian warship, it was clear they both knew they cared for each other. Plus the vine hug at the award ceremony for their valor in saving Earth didn't help much, Shego wondering if it was indeed intentional or an involuntary action. Things had been too awkweird between the two so they tried their best to avoid one while they worked out what to do next.

Just because they saved the world and been pardoned for their actions, doesn't mean they are on the side of good now. They were still sure of their intentions to conquer the world. Well, at least of them was.

Shego was working the early morning shift, something she never usually did voluntarily but with what recently happened, she tried desperately to find any mundane task to keep her mind occupied. Still her thoughts drifted back to the night the Lowardians were defeated, recalling her actions when she helped Ron save Kim and Drakken. They need their help in order to defeat the Lowardians, which Stoppable did in spectacular fashion. It was surprising to see Stoppable kill two living beings in front of Kim but she understood he had no choice.

It was either them or Earth.

But what really had her troubled was that she felt something she had felt for a long time. Like a flame that had recently been rekindled by a spark, igniting something she thought had gone. Fighting alongside Kim and her boyfriend, it felt good. Real good.

Actually, it felt great.

Back in her Team Go years, before she left due to professional and family related issues, she always felt a kind of adreneline rush when she clobbered a foe or saved an innocent from harm. Still, she been gone and walked the path of villainy for too long. There was no way she felt she might ever be able to redeem herself, or begin to bond with her brothers again.

Man, as annoying as they were, she actually missed them some days when she thought about them.

Her warm smile was suddenly replaced with a curious scowl when her monitoring station flashed a perimeter breach, quickly bringing up the camera feed. The screen shown a fuzzy image of the intruder, who was searching the area as if he was looking for something. What surprised her the most was the sensors could pick up on no life signs whatsoever, switching to scan for other readings. Her brown furrowed in puzzlement as the data came back.

Scan Complete. Analysis of target - Synthodrone.

Alert. Synthodrone version and creator unknown. 78% design difference in previous version. [V2.00 Experimental Reactive Intelligent Cybernetics: E.R.I.C. No.901]

'Huh, always wondered why Dr. D picked the name Eric,' Shego thought, as she brought up threat analysis of Synthodrone. In a few seconds, the computer screen responded.

Abilities of Synthodrone unknown. Threat Level - Extreme.

Shego couldn't help but let out a low whistle when she read the message. Only two people ever made the computer list them under such a threat level. Kim and herself.

Automated defenses targeted the Synthodrone, the machine reacting quickly as turrets fired rapid energy bolts at him. Shego was impressed with his skills, his movements almost familiar to her somehow as he tricked the turrets into firing at one another. Now on the defensive, the Synthodrone cautiously approached one of the destroyed turrets and entered down the hole from which it came. The automated defense network immediately began sounding the intruder alert, sirens and klaxons blazing throughout the lair.

Waking up in panic, the henchmen on duty woke and glanced at their screens.

"Huh, what's going on?!" One of the henchmen gasped, gulping when Shego shot them an icy stare that would freeze hell itself.

"Intruder on the base, thats what's going on," Shego said. "Hell, if you were awake, you would already know that! You stay here and keep tracking him, I'll handle this guy!"

As she saw about to leave the room, she stopped at the doorway before glancing back at them.

"Oh and someone wake Dr. D. He may have an insight on what this guy is."

"Okay, this is not good," Drake said to himself, as he climbed down a ladder.

Leaving the maintenance shaft of the lair, Drake found himself in a grey walled hallway. Signs on the wall were helpful, with directions to places like the main laboratories, personnel quarter's and main command room. Figuring Drakken would likely be asleep at this time, he followed the signs to the personnel area of the lair. It was impossible to not be tracked by the security cameras, knowing that security forces would be converging on his location. Breaking out into a sprint, Drake figured if he could find Drakken fast then his creator would explain everything to his...

Colliding with someone, Drake lost his balance and hit the floor hard. Picking himself up, he felt terrible for the accident, beginning to apologise to his unfortunate victim.

"Oh man, I am so...," Drake began to say, trailing off when he saw who he knocked down.

A young woman with pale mint skin tone, with flowing raven hair and wearing a green/black catsuit. He knew exactly who she was, as Drakken spoke fondly of her in the conversations they once had.

'Oh crap,' Drake thought, as Shego got up from the floor.

"...so...so...," Drake stammered, the moodulator producing emotions that made him feel pretty much screwed. "I am so scared I can't even finish my apology."

"Urgh, you have no idea how bad a mistake you made!" Shego growled, igniting her hands.

'I am so glad Drakken didn't give me a bladder!'

Evading a swift blast of plasma energy, a HUD appeared over Drake's vision. Targeting Shego, he moved toward her faster than she expected and sent her flying back with a swift kick to her midsection. Clenching her teeth in agony, Shego sprang back into action and met her opponent in close quarter's combat. He was fast and strong, but his skill set reminded her of a martial art flick she once watched. Reaching out with her hand, she raked the sharp talons on her gloves into his arm. With a smirk, Shego shot her opponent a victorious look, only for see Drake matched her with one of his own.

Gesturing to his arm, Shego's jaw dropped when the slash started to self-repair. Something she never expected.

"Okay, that is new," Shego gulped, grasping Drake's arm as she begun to twist round, throwing him over her shoulder.

Slamming into the floor, Drake rolled out of the way as Shego directed a plasma blast at his body. Flipping up onto his feet, he had to put some distance between them. With a rapid spin, he sent Shego flying backwards into a set of sliding doors, smashing her into them. He didn't want to hurt her but the impact should keep her stunned for a while, only to be surprised himself when Shego got up with a slight stagger.

Shego went limp as soon as she hit the doors, glad the doors fell down instead of being thrown through them. He was strong but his strength was nothing like a Lowardians, unaware he was actually holding back for her sake. Firing a rapid salvo of plasma energy, Shego backed up into the main command room as Drake closed in. Ducking, dodging and weaving through the energy fire, Drake managed to close the distance and connected a powerful right hook with her jaw.

Tasting the iron tang of her blood, Shego stumbled back as she countered with a swipe at Drake's face, cutting a deep slash. During their fight, the two were unaware that Drakken had made his way into the command center with a compliment of armed security. Although he bore an expression of utmost seriousness, it was pretty hard to take him seriously with the petals around his neck.

"Stop your fighting!" Drakken commanded, extending vines out to trap Shego and Drake. "I've still got five payments left on this place! These buildings aren't cheap y..."

He froze when he saw Drake, the grip of his vines loosening as he let the two combatants go. Watching the slash on Drake's face 'heal', he could see that only one Synthodrone had that ability. One he thought was gone a long time ago.

"D-Drake? Is that really you?!" Drakken gasped, as Drake nodded.

"Hey dad," Drake said, with a wave much to Shego's surprise.

"D-Dad?! Woah, Dr. D, you got some 'splainin to do!"

"N-Not now Shego," Drakken gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

The entire room was filled with an awkward silence as a speechless Drakken moved closer to Drake, inspecting his creation. He couldn't believe he was alive.

"I...I thought you were destroyed," Drakken managed to say.

"Sorry about the mess by the way," Drake said, smiling weakly as he looked around at the mess he made. "Uh...is there somewhere we can talk? I...well, we got a lot to catch up on."

"Y-Yes, of course!" Drakken said, glancing at Shego. "Uh...I have to take care of this. You...er...you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" Shego said, wiping some blood away from her mouth. "Damn, that guy has a helluva punch."

"Yeah, sorry about that too," Drake said sincerely. "I didn't plan on fighting anyone. All I needed was...answers."

"You'll get them," Drakken said, resting his arm around Drake's shoulders, in a father-like manner. "You'll get them."

"Great, maybe you can start with 'school play kindergartner' look?" Drake joked, as the two left the command room.

Kim had been up for while, getting only two hours sleep before waking up from a bad dream. Well, more like a bad memory. So she spent the morning hiding away the newspaper clippings she been going over, finishing with watching TV in bed when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," She said, smiling when Ron opened the door and carried a tray with a breakfast comprised of pancakes, with a dollop of strawberries and cream on top. Next to it was a mug with the words 'World's Best Girlfriend', something Ron won at a fair they went to, filled with coffee just the way she liked it.

"Hey KP," Ron said, placing the tray on her lap. "Made you breakfast."

Truth be told, he actually made enough food for the entire hotel floor but he didn't want her to know. Kim knew that whenever he made too much food, he felt troubled. Leaning in to kiss her cheek, Ron struggled to surpress a chuckle.

"Uh, what's so funny?" Kim asked.

"Nothing KP," Ron snickered, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. "Dig the EBHL by the way."

"EBHL? Care to translate that Monique speak for me?"

"Extreme bed hair look," Ron chuckled, breaking out into a fit of giggles when she grabbed her compact make-up mirror from her bedside table.

Sure enough he was right. Her hair was sticking up worse than the time she had that incident with the hair gel gadget Wade designed for her!

"Oh man!" Kim moaned, as she tried to flatten it desperately.

Brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, Ron gave Kim one of his usual Ronnish grins as he gazed into her eyes.

"Hey, EBHL looks cute on you."

"Flirt," Kim shot back with a sly grin, inhaling the aroma of the breakfast. "Mmm, smells good."

"Yeah, well I know how much you like pancakes," Ron said, as he handed her the cutlery. "Here you go babe, I...er...wait, napkins. Yo Rufus, napkins buddy!"

A small bulge moved about in his cargo pants pocket, the tiny naked mole rat poking his head out, some folded napkins firmly in his mouth. Racing up to his arm and onto the tray, he placed the napkins down beside the plate.

"Mmm, bon appétit," He squeaked, mimicking the pose of a waiter.

"Aw, thank Rufus," Kim said, patting him gently.

Tucking into her meal, she savoured the first bite. Talk about perfect! The pancakes were sweet but not too sweet to her liking, and the texture felt like it was soft as a cloud. She could swear he had the ability to talk to kitchen appliances, the same way he did with insects.

"Ron, this is great," Kim said, as she took another bite. "Thanks sweetie."

The current TV programme suddenly changed to bring a breaking news report, Kim quickly switching the TV off. It was bound to be another post invasion update, maybe new survivors were recovered from the debris...or victims. Pushing the thoughts aside, Kim put on a brave face but Ron had already seen she was still troubled over the recent sitch.

"Hey, Kim...if something is troubling you then don't hide it," Ron said, taking her hand in his, gently caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "We could talk about it sometime, if you want to. Maybe see someone who could help."

"N-No, I'm fine," Kim lied, the second time this morning, ending it in a soft 'just drop it' kind of tone. "Really, I am."

"Okay, but if you...if you do need to talk, then I'm all ears," Ron said, kissing her on the forehead. "We'll better go check on my folks. Hana is quite the handful when she wakes up in the morning."

"Say hi to your fam for me," Kim said, waving as Ron left the room with Rufus perched on his shoulder.

Kim sighed as she finished her breakfast, figuring she should spend the week trying to do something other than reminding herself of that night. She didn't have any missions planned for a while, taking a breather unless some villain decided to take advantage of the world's weakened state. She had planned to hang out with Ron most of the week, as well as her friends from her former cheer squad. Maybe visit some of the businesses that recently re-opened, just do stuff like they normally used to do before the world went through hell.

Too much had changed in their lives. All Kim knew was that things would never be the same again.

Stormchaser90's Chapter Follow Up

First of all, a huge thanks to the following for reading, reviewing, faving and following.

CajunBear73, cybercorpsesnake, EDD17SP, Fanatic97, Invader Johnny, Jimmy1201, sparrowhawk63, Voca-mix2 and zzzoo99.

Man, CB you were the first to review the prologue of this major re-write, same when you reviewed the prologue of the old version. Pretty cool that.

As for Voca-mix2, when you asked if the old version is still up for reading. Yes, it is but I decided to delete the old story by the end of the year. I still got all the original files of the story saved away, but I'll be making a back-up of the old story by downloading the old chapters from this site.

Glad everyone is enjoying the story and I hoped everyone liked the recent story contest I done. Voting is still going on, so if any of you have not read the stories and voted then by all means, read them all and vote for the one you liked. Hopefully next year I'll have a bigger turnout, for the second contest.

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