Author's Note:

As to address when this story is taking place, for simplicity, let's say the beginning of Season Three.

Again, this chapter is a bit short, but the more I think about it, the more I believe this may be the average Chapter length for this particular story. I usually go for length to pack a lot in, but I don't find it necessary for this story, so I hope people approve of the choice.

Onto the Chapter Names, I have this to say: I came up with the idea of creating chapter names just last night, and though they may be corny, I stand by them.

As always, reviews would be welcomed, but even if you just read it, thank you.

I do not own Kim Possible.

Hope everyone enjoys the second chapter.

"Kimmie-cub, please, calm down," said James Possible in a strained voice, as he was facing the most stressful day of his life (and that includes any rocket launch, in which millions were invested and dependent on success).

His daughter was moving in a blur, looking for her shoes, which apparently she misplaced earlier that day. After he shared a few more words with her mother, it was decided that Kim would go to the hospital that night, not that much discussion was truly involved, as Kim virtually demanded she go, and when Kim got this angry and anxious, little could be done to dissuade her.

Ignoring her father, she ran past him up to her room to search for the aforementioned missing shoes, in a frenzy to find them and get to Ron before anything happened. She didn't speak to her mother again after she dropped the phone, but Ann Possible understood her daughter's pain, and wasn't worried about her manners at the time of a tragedy like this.

Kim wasn't quite thinking while she was on her knees, checking under her bed for the shoes. No cognitive thought was really traveling through her mind. All she knew is that, as illogical as the thought was, if she didn't get to the hospital within the next 20 minutes, she might never see Ron again. That is so not happening. I'll get to him and he'll be alright. I know he will.

Finding them underneath a chair, she placed them on her feet, tried standing up, and tripped, as they were on the wrong feet. Growling in frustration, she ripped them off and put them right. Bolting down the stairs, she suddenly stopped, and, for the first time since she heard her mother on the phone, thought about the twins. Should I wake them up? I don't want them to come but is it safe leaving them here alone?

Not in the mood for a moral conundrum in her current state of mind, she yelled down the stairs directing the question to her father. "Dad, what about the Dweebs?"

"They're not here, Kimmie. Before any of this happened, your mother let them stay over at a friend's house. Don't worry about it," came the reply, and Kim thought she could tell her father was also busy getting prepared. Quickly reaching the ground floor, Kim ran to the door, impatiently waiting for her father.

Seconds later, he was striding towards her, wearing a heavy blue winter coat and a pair of sweat pants over his pajama bottoms. He grabbed a snow cap off the coat rack, looked at Kim, and asked, "Do you want a jacket, at least, Kimmie? Your mother said the roads were pretty bad, so I can only assume that snow's accumulating rapidly."

"No," she said, feeling tears come to her eyes for the first time that night, "I want Ron." Now's not the time for tears. Calm down, he'll be fine, she thought to herself, trying to keep a somewhat rational mind.

Looking concerned that his usually strong and resilient daughter was tearing up, Mr. Possible firmly said, "Kim, we hardly know a thing yet. Maybe your mother was just exaggerating a bit." He didn't sound too sure of himself, but the words still made Kim take a few sharp gasps of breath while she attempted to compose herself. Grabbing her shoulder, he opened the door to the wintry abyss that was their front yard.

"The car will be cold, because I was foolish enough to leave it outside instead of in the garage," her father admitted, leading her to the slightly snow-covered vehicle. The flakes of snow were giant and falling at a quick pace. It perfect conditions for a car crash- Kim thought, then stopped herself, trying not to imagine what Ron, or Rufus, for that matter, went through. Please be okay, she thought, while already trying to prepare for the worst.

Opening the passenger door, Kim climbed into the car, rather cold, but knew even without the snow, she'd probably not feel much different. Her father got into the vehicle also, shutting the door and inserting the key, turning the car on. First dialing up the heat, he carefully backed out of the driveway after glancing at his side-mirror. "With this weather, it'll take longer to get there. I'd guess maybe 30 to 35 minutes, Kimmie. Just try to stay calm."

Fidgeting with nervousness, she laid back her head, and closed her eyes, trying not to feel scared about what she might discover when they got to the hospital.

She was slowly walking into the hospital, her father silent by her side. Instantly seeing her mother sitting down in the waiting room and crying, Kim ran up to her. Feeling a trickle of tears flowing from her eyes, she asked "How's Ron, mom?"

Shaking her head, she whispered something that Kim didn't catch. Dreading the truth and yet needing to know, she asked again.

This time, her mother spoke up, her voice cracking while doing so. "He's gone, Kim."

"No!" Kim shouted, unwilling to believe that her best friend was gone. "Where is he?"

Her mother pointed ominously to a room 40 feet down the hallway. Sprinting to the room her mother motioned to, she looked through the open door and saw Ron's bloody, beaten body lying on a hospital bed. Breaking down, she landing on her knees, her head in her hands, crying. "Come back, Ron. Come-

Back," she shouted, jolting upwards and finding herself still in the car. Her father swerved swiftly to the right and almost lost control (the traction was far from good), but straightened the vehicle out before anything happened.

Taking a quick glance over at her, he said "Kimmie, it's fine, you were sleeping."

Losing control of herself, Kim didn't hear her father and began sobbing. "Ron's dead and I couldn't do anything and-"

"Kim," he father cut her off, sounding very much as if he'd like to stop the car and pay her his full attention, "it was a dream. We're almost there. Please, try and calm down."

Still freely crying, Kim looked out the windshield and saw the mess that her father was driving through. Kim was far from a terrible driver, but she couldn't imagine risking her life by going out in this treacherous weather. Wiping the eyes with her shirt sleeve, she sniffed to clear her nose, and attempted to compose herself, though in her heart she knew it wouldn't matter once she got to the hospital, especially if Ron did die.

STOP IT she shouted to herself. He won't be dead. He can't be. The image, however, of his broken body kept appearing in Kim's head, and no matter what she wanted to believe about her friend's fate, it wouldn't leave. Trying to distract herself from the haunting thought, she looked out her window for anything to maintain her interest. Spotting an old doghouse buried under the still heavily falling snow, she heard a beeping sound.

Whipping her head around, she glanced at her father, who took his eyes off the road for a second to look at her and say, "I think that's you, Kimmie."

Confused, Kim felt her pockets and found her Kimmunicator was still on her person. Oh, yeah, I fell asleep without changing, she remembered, and reached for it, wiping her moist eyes one last time before turning her attention to Wade.

"What's up-" she began, but was cut off.

"Kim, I know what happened. Are you at the hospital," Wade asked, looking very worried himself.

Trying to keep her composure but not trusting herself to speak without starting to cry, she just shook her head.

Looking over her shoulder from his small radius of viewpoint, he nodded. "Going there now, I see," he stated, or questioned. Kim wasn't quite sure.

"Yes," she muttered, wanting desperately to be there already.

"I've been keeping track of his condition and-" Now it was Kim's turn to cut him off, only this time with a shriek.

"And why haven't you told me anything!"

The car swerved again, and her father looked over, worried, saying "Please, Kimmie, I'm driving through four inches of snow, it's hard enough without someone shouting right next to me."

Ignoring her father's comment, she harshly asked again, "Why?"

Looking fearful, Wade replied, "I- because the doctors don't know much right now, or at least they aren't updating the computers."

"Have you seen him," she asked pleadingly.

A shrew look of avoidance on his face, he replied in a snort. "Of course not, Kim. If I had, I'd tell you-"

"Wade," Kim spoke, a voice of acid, "just answer the question truthfully. Have you seen him?"

Rubbing his head, he replied, "Yes, Kim, I have. I hacked the hospital cameras as soon as I knew something had happened. I saw him and his parents being brought in."

"Well," she asked, annoyed he wasn't giving her what she wanting to know, "what's he look like?"

"It didn't look terrible, Kim," he said, relieving her ever so slightly, "but then again, for all we know, he could have internal bleeding, which is never good. It looked like his parents got it worse."

Kim hadn't actually thought of his parents, but now that they were mentioned, her mind switched over to them. "Any idea on their conditions, Wade?"

"Not a thing," he said bitterly. "They haven't put anything on the computers besides their names, which your mom supplied, and that all three are listed under 'Critical Condition,' which isn't saying much."

"Well," Kim said, her voice void of emotion, "keep trying, okay?" She felt drained, and though Wade was always good to talk with, she wasn't quite in the mood.

"Will do, Kim," he replied, looking at her carefully and deliberately, and then added, "don't worry, Kim. I'm sure everything will work out and he'll be fine. Maybe his parents might need to take some time to heal, but I can't imagine this will be too life-altering."

Knowing he was saying this just to comfort her and that he had no way of guaranteeing such a statement, Kim weakly smiled back. "Thank you, Wade. I needed that. Keep me updated if anything changes, okay?"

"Of course, Kim. I wouldn't keep you out of the loop on this one," Wade said, and then disconnected. Feeling slightly better, she placed the device back into her pocket and looked out the windshield, seeing a gas station sign as her father pulled in.

"I need some gas. I forgot to fill this blasted car up before I went to the Space Center," he grumbled, sounding irritated.

Feeling like she needed to say something for his gratitude, she spoke up as her father pulled in next to a gas pump. "Dad, thanks so much for taking me. I know driving in this can't be fun, but you're doing it anyways."

A small grin formed on his face as he let go of the steering wheel. A sad smile, but a smile just the same. "Kim," he replied, looking over at her and his voice softening, "I consider Ron family. I don't know his father terribly well, but, in a way, I think of him as much as a brother as Slim is. More so, Kimmie, if," he paused for a few seconds, looking for the correct and proper way to word his statement, "something terrible happens as a result of this car crash, I know we'll persevere. We're Possible's, and you know what I say about being a Possible."

"Yeah," Kim said, grinning by the smallest margin. "Anything's possible for a Possible."

"You got it," he said, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him, embracing her in an awkward hug because of their positions in the car, but Kim didn't mind, and thought that this warmth was what she needed. "We will get through this. All of us. Ron, his family, and our family," he spoke calmly, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

He released her and got out of the car to fill up the tank. Kim re-situated herself in her seat, and laid her head back again, feeling herself dozing off for the third time that night.

She had, to her knowledge, a peaceful and dreamless rest, waking up to see the looming structure of the hospital in view through the windshield, where the windshield wipers were clearing off the snow rapidly, which looked like a losing battle to Kim.

An ambulance rushed past their vehicle, it's sirens roaring in the relatively quiet night, making Kim feel queasy for two reasons: For one, she imagined Ron and his parents being brought to the hospital in the same way, and two, as the ambulance was going so quickly despite the snow, she knew whoever was inside must have been terribly hurt.

Though it was unnecessary to say, her father spoke up, noticing she was awake, saying "We're right there, Kimmie. In three minutes we can all be with Ron and his family."

Feeling scared again, Kim gripped her shoulders with her hands, crossing her arms. All she could think from that point on to when her father parked was Ron, please be okay.

Slowly pulling into a crowded parking garage, eventually Mr. Possible found an empty space and gently parked. Both stepping out of the vehicle, Kim felt a heavy gust of wind hit her, causing her to lose her balance, and she fell against the car.

"Kim, I know we're in a hospital, but this is no time for risky behavior," he father lightly said, grinning and hoping a little pinch of humor might take her mind off of her friend.

Wearing a weak smile, she replied "Sure, dad, I'll keep that in mind." Her father helped her steady herself, and then held her hand as they walked into a nearby set of doors into the hospital. He was surprised that Kim allowed him to hold her hand, as usually she'd dismiss such an act as being childish, but then again, he considered, Kim probably needed him at that moment, and if Ron and his family were hurt anywhere as badly as his wife thought they might have been when she called, he hoped she would never let him go.

Kim wasn't thinking about how her father was holding her hand. She wasn't thinking about how cold she was (not wearing a coat during a blizzard isn't the most intelligent idea), or even how large amounts of people rushed passed them, sometimes pushing them a little, one person even shoving Kim out of the way, running down the bright, lightened hallway with a very worried expression on his face. Most of the time, Kim would find such behavior beyond rude (even if she was partly used to it), but then again, she wasn't thinking about these things.

Her mind was on Ron, and hoping that however bad the crash was, he'd be okay. He has to be okay.