Normally, when people post a fic of Ron seeing Kim sleep it's all fluffy adorableness that make you feel all warm and sickeningly sweet inside. Then there's me. At first it was going to be something all cute and stuff, but then I asked my friend Bailey for some advice. She said I should go for a more humorous approach. Thus, this lovely fic was born. Besides, it's nice to have humor in this, because there's going to be tons and I mean TONS of cutesy moments to come. We might as well have some fun. So with that I would just like to thank Bailey for helping out with this and I hope you guys like it. Favorite, review, follow, but no flames please! I do gladly accept constructive criticism though.

I do not own Kim Possible.

When She Sleeps

It was late when Ron got home. He had the late shift at Smarty Mart and had only gotten off an hour earlier. Then he'd stopped by Bueno Nacho for a bite to eat before finally heading home to bed. The apartment was silent and dark when he walked in. He quietly tiptoed to the bedroom and found Kim curled up in their bed fast asleep, and heard her soft, quiet snores. He smiled at the sight, glad to see her getting some sleep. They had a mission earlier, about an hour before he needed to clock in, and it had really wiped her out. She had told him when they were on their way back that she was probably going to just grab a shower and head straight to bed whenever she got home.

After he was done checking on her, he silently grabbed some pajamas and went to the bathroom. He quickly got a shower and brushed his teeth before finally collapsing next to Kim in exhaustion. Letting out a yawn, he burrowed his head into the pillow and let himself fall into a deep sleep.

Ron wasn't exactly sure what it was that woke him up. All he knew was that he'd been having a wonderful dream that included perfect nacos and Kim, when all of a sudden it felt like something had hit his side, causing him to wake up. At first he just looked around in confusion, trying to identify what had hit him, but he saw nothing. He turned to see if Kim had woken up as well but found her lying on her back with the covers kicked off of her. Then he could hear light murmurs coming from her and then all of a sudden her arm came out of nowhere and smacked him right on the jaw.

"Ow!" he silently shouted, holding his jaw in pain.

Before he could do anything else, her leg came at him, nailing him in the stomach. He couldn't understand what was going on. Obviously she wasn't awake, and yet here she was beating the crap out of him. It was almost like she was sleep fighting.

"Kim!" he whispered, lightly shaking her leg.

All she replied with was more sleepy murmurs and another hit to his head. Ron rubbed the spot gingerly, already feeling a small lump form. He let out a breath of exasperation before trying again, only to be rewarded by another kick, this time on his thigh.

"Jeez KP, what could you possibly be dreaming about?" he muttered.

He listened as she let out some frustrated grunts as she squirmed around for a second before finally letting her arm shoot out and punch him square on the cheek. Letting out a yelp, he felt himself tumble backwards off the bed and land on the floor with his feet up in the air. Pulling himself up in a sitting position, he peered at her from the edge of the mattress. She was on her side now, with one arm stretched out in front of her and the other pinned beneath her stomach. One of her legs was tucked next to her side, while the other one was extended outwards.

Shaking his head in both bewilderment and slight amusement, he got up and pulled the blanket back over her before taking his pillow to the couch. He settled himself and finally fell back to sleep.

Kim yawned as her eyes opened to the light sunshine peeking through her blinds. She sat up and stretched, feeling wonderfully refreshed. She had slept perfectly, of course she had the usual mission dream she always had after she got back from a particularly tiring mission. She had to face all of her opponents at once, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Once she was fully awake, she padded over to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before heading out into the kitchen. When she opened the bedroom door, the first thing she smelled were chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. She could see Ron with his back turned to her at the stove working on the meal. She saw Rufus sitting at the table, waiting for his food, already chomping on some bacon himself. Kim smiled as she walked over and leaned against the counter, savoring the smell.

"That smells amazing, Ron," she praised.

"Thanks KP. You made perfect timing too, I just finished," Ron replied as he turned around, holding a big stack of pancakes.

Kim ,however, was not focused on the pancakes. She gasped in shock when she saw the light purple bruise forming on Ron's cheek.

"Ron! What happened to your face?" Kim asked as she rushed over to inspect it.

"Heh, well you did," Ron said sheepishly, setting the pancakes down on the table.

"What do you mean I did?" Kim demanded.

"Uh, Kim, did you know that you sleep fight?" Ron questioned, walking over to the fridge and pulling out the orange juice.

"Sleep fight? What are you talking about?" Kim looked at him like he had lost his mind.

"You know, you fight in your sleep. You punch and kick. Hard," Ron explained, pouring three glasses of orange juice.

"Really? I did that?" Kim asked, guilt thick in her voice.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. It should be fine in a couple of days," Ron assured her.

"I guess... I wonder why I do that though...you've been here for almost three weeks now and that has never happened..." Kim trailed off in thought.

"You've got me," Ron shrugged, handing her a glass.

Kim took a sip and continued to think about what could of caused her to act like that. All of a sudden the answer came to her.

"Maybe it was the dream," Kim suddenly said.

"I thought that might have something to do with it. What were you dreaming?"

"A dream that I always have after tougher missions. I have to fight all of our villains and well it's pretty challenging. Maybe it's just a reflex or something," Kim stated.

"Sounds logical. Syrup?"

"Please and thank you."

Ron passed the syrup over to Kim who drizzled it over her pancakes.

"I'm sorry I kicked and punched you," Kim finally said once they were done eating and were cleaning up.

"It's fine Kim. I've had worse," Ron said nonchalantly, draping an arm over her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I know, but I'm still sorry anyway," Kim murmured, delicately placing a kiss on the bruise.

"Oh well, now I just know to avoid sharing a bed with you after a hard mission," Ron chuckled, earning himself a playful slap.