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Kim and Ron, now alone and with time to contemplate the unexpected turn their evening had taken, stood quietly looking at their bodies.

"Well, this is certainly awk-weird. You. Me," he observed, before turning and gesturing to Kim and himself. "You. Me."

"Understatement much?"

She then gingerly reached for Ron, not knowing whether she'd actually be able to touch him; much to her relief, she was able to twine her fingers with his. "I'd have been so tweaked if I couldn't do this anymore."

"Yeah," he said. "Or this," he added as he brought his lips to hers.

Much to his disappointment, she pulled away. "Time and place," she said, nodding towards their bodies.

"Oh, uh, yeah," he said. "My bad."

"No big. There'll be time for that later," she said, squeezing her fiancé's hand.

"You think so?" Ron asked.

"Well, it does look like we're going to have forever together."

"You think you can put up with me that long?"

"Admittedly, it'll be hard," she said playfully, "but I'm Kim Possible," she said confidently. "And even if I'm dead, I can still do anything."

"True," Ron agreed jauntily. "Unless …" he continued uneasily.

"Unless what?" Kim asked.

"Unless they split us up," he answered, panic in his voice.

"Nobody's splitting us up," Kim said with exasperation.

Ron gulped. "But what about the Zombie Mayhem cheat codes and the time I cheated my way onto the football team or when last month I downloaded that paper for my history and, and … I don't want to go to the Hot Place!"

"Deep breaths, Ron," Kim ordered. "I'm sure they won't send you to Hell."

"How can you be sure?"

"I can't," Kim admitted. "But it just wouldn't make sense to do that for that kind of stuff."

"I guess you're right," Ron said, his relief manifest. "Thanks for the reassuring, KP."

"You're welcome. And you're so busted," she scolded. "Downloading a term paper from the Internet? What were you thinking?"

Ron's shoulders sagged. "I was getting swamped between work and missions and—"

"And you could have asked me for help," Kim said sharply.

"But I wanted you to be proud of me!"

"Ron, I'm proud of you when you try your best," she said, laying her hands on his shoulders. "That's all that matters to me. You know that."

"Sorry," he said, hanging his head.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Just don't do it again." She reached up and gently lifted his chin, then brought her lips to his.

"What about time and place?" Ron asked teasingly.

"Shut up," she murmured with a playful smirk.

Kim and Ron were about to kiss when a theatrically loud throat clearing startled them out of their moment. Standing next to the tree house entrance was Peter, noble in bearing, wise in aspect, of kind mien, resplendent in snowy-white robes. In short, he nicely fit the clichéd bill of how the Guardian to the Pearly Gates should appear.

"Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable," he said in a deep, warm voice, clasping their hands. "Please accept my apologies for what happened earlier this evening. I'm absolutely mortified by this whole situation."

Kim smiled. "Apology accepted," she said graciously.

"Same here," Ron agreed. "So, when do we get to be alive again?"

"About that," Peter said, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Spill," Kim demanded, suspecting she already knew the answer.

"You don't," Peter sighed.

"You so can't be serious!" Kim exploded.

"Note ser—"

"Don't say it, Dude," Ron warned. "That's my line."

"Fine," Peter offered with a shrug. "I'm not kidding. Look, I really wish I could help you, but I can't. You're dead and there's nothing that can be done. When you're dead, you're dead."

"What about Lazarus?" Kim retorted.

"That was all planned," Peter replied. "Now, let's talk about what comes next …"

"You set up an appointment for us with the Big Guy,' Ron said.

Peter looked from Kim and Ron to their bodies. "You know, this really isn't such a bad way to go."

"That's easy for you to say," Ron gibed. "You probably died in your sleep when you were eighty."

Kim cringed.

"Okay, the Ronster's been known, on very rare occasions, to put his foot in his mouth," he said. "What did I say?"

"Peter was martyred," she explained.

The pained expression on Ron's face made clear 'martyr' wasn't a school world. "My bad," he gulped.

"Don't worry about it," Peter said kindly as he rested his hand on Ron's shoulder. "That's a bit of Christian history I wouldn't expect you to know."

"Thanks," Ron said, though he still felt bad.

"Okay, here's the situation," Peter said. "I can set up an appointment for the two of you with The Man. You can make your case. If he says so, we'll find a way to send you back, but then all bets are off."

"What do you mean?" Kim asked.

"Since the future's contingent, there's no telling what will happen to you or when. Well, The Man knows, but he won't say anything. For the rest of us, what's to come is still an unwritten, unplotted story with any number of possible outcomes."

"Man, this reminds me of Captain Constellation," Ron mused.

"Excuse me?" said an incredulous Kim, who was not at all interested in discussing Sci-Fi TV trash.

"Dorn's Dilemma?" Ron offered. "Don't you remember, KP?"

"I try not to," she said acidly, still annoyed that she knew every episode of the space opera thanks to her father's intervention in the wake of the Memory Recovery Machine incident. "Sitch me."

"The episode where Commander Dorn is caught up in every one of his possible futures? We could go out saving the world in bon-diggity fashion …" Ron suggested eagerly.

"Or be run down by Frugal Lucre as he speeds to Smarty Mart to save extra pennies on canned Polish ham," Kim countered with less enthusiasm.

"I will never look at ham the same way again," Ron said, earning a glare from Kim. "Just saying …" he added sheepishly.

"Do you think we could have a moment?" Kim asked Peter.

"Of course. I'll just wait at the base of the tree," he answered before he vanished.

"This is so the drama," Kim replied after they were alone.

"I'm with you on that, KP."

Kim sighed. "More time with you would be spankin'," she said, embracing him.

"True," Ron agreed. "But I sense a 'but'."

"What happens if I die next year?" she said, pulling back to look him in the eye. "And you live to be a hundred?"

"I'll grow old alone," Ron said plainly.

"Which I'm so not down with," Kim said. "You deserve someone."

"But I want to be with you," he protested.

"Same here, Captain Romance," she replied tenderly. "Now and forever."

"Kimila, you are without doubt the most bon-diggity fiancée ever."

"No big," she said casually though her eyes reflected just how much Ron's compliment meant to her.

"You know," Ron said, "I always thought if we bit the dust early it would be in some kind of badical, action-hero-y way."

Kim cocked an eyebrow.

"What? There'd be some huge doomsday bomb thingie about to explode and mutants running everywhere—"

"You are so weird."

"And Will Du would be in charge of Global Justice and other than us the world's last hope …"

"Okay, now you're scaring me,' Kim said, unable to suppress a grin before her expression turned serious. "Ron, I hate saying this, but I think it's time for us to go." She turned and looked at their bodies. "At least this way, our families will remember us doing something fun when we died."

"Sounds good to me, KP. But on one condition."

"And that would be?" Kim asked.

"We ask Peter to marry us. Assuming they do marriage in heaven, that is."

Kim smiled. "I think I can work with that."

"Badical!" he exclaimed as he pulled her back into a hug which she happily returned.

"Well, I guess we should tell Peter," Kim said.

Just as they leaned over the hatch opening to look for Peter, he appeared beside them.

"I take it you've made a decision?" he asked.

Ron jumped. "Dude, don't do that! You could scare a guy to death!"

"I'm sorry," Peter replied. "What is it you say? My bad?"

Kim groaned and rolled her eyes. Then she took a deep breath, knowing she was about to utter some of the most important words of her existence. "We've made a decision," she said as she took Ron's hand in hers, exchanging a glance with her love. "We're ready to go with you."

To Be Continued …