Author's note: And here we go, the final chapter. I want to thank everyone who has taken their time to read it and review it; you guys are just the best! And, as always, a special thank you goes out to captainkodak1 for writing the magnificent "Tunnel Vision", and letting me write this fic. Ok, before I get too mushy, here it is. Enjoy.

The first few weeks went by in a flurry. There seemed to be no end to the questions from the classmates, teachers, acquaintances and people simply approaching them on the street. Kim and Ron answered them all as best as they could, within the framework of the fake story that had been brought forward. No one doubted the story, thanks in large part to the multitude of famous scientists who stepped forth to confirm that a device like the speed chamber was, indeed, a reality.

For a while, Kim suspected that, of all people, Bonnie (Bonnie!) had serious doubts. She behaved a little more apprehensive around the two former teens, and when Kim caught Bonnie eyeing them suspiciously while frowning, obviously contemplating something, she was sure the new captain of the cheerleading squad had somehow seen through the lie. Not two days later, that theory was squashed, when she overheard Bonnie talking to Marcella about the possibility of Kim or Ron perhaps being willing to get some alcohol for the big party two weeks from now. Bonnie had apparently pondered it for the last few days, but was unsure of how to approach them on the matter. Kim could barely contain her laughter when she heard it.

That was one thing about being now an adult when most of their friends were still teens. Suddenly, they felt out of place in a way that they never had before, with their greater responsibilities and increased maturity. Sometimes, it could be hard to make people realize that they could no longer be a part of the school as they had earlier. Extracurricular activities had gone out the window, as well as simply hanging out, to a large degree, in favour of spending time with Charlie. Ron coped better than Kim in this instance, being a natural outsider, but eventually, they reached a tacit understanding with their friends. Felix could still sometimes drag Ron away for some video games, Monique still dragged Kim off on shopping sprees, but it was now more the exception than the rule. Interestingly enough, the person who coped best was Mr. Barkin, who managed to treat both of them as students and as adults. He even went so far as to offer Kim and Ron access to the teacher's lounge, should the need to spend some time around other adults arise. Lord knows, he said, hanging around teenagers all day could be a strain on any grown-up. Kim and Ron found that while they didn't yet need that kind of refuge, it was good to have the opportunity.

Charlie, on his end, was acclimatizing better than expected. The twincles and Rufus were constantly explaining new concepts as best as they could, sometimes even better than Kim and Ron could. It was interesting to see, and after a while, Kim actually believed that her two brothers could one day become great teachers, if the rocket experiments didn't pan out.

What with the news of their return cooling off and their catching up well ahead of schedule, they decided to take a well earned break, five weeks into their return. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that they would take a weekend and go back to Kitty Hawk. Instead of going to their usual travel agent Wade, they booked tickets, a rental car and rooms at Cypher Hotel themselves. They decided to leave Charlie with the grandparents, at least this time around. Maybe one day, they could bring him, when he either understood that he was a time traveller, or that enough time had passed to explain why the town didn't look the same as it did when they left.

It was almost weird to set up something like that without Wade, but nowadays, he had his work cut out, half the time spent on working through the unofficial theories that had spawned from the time machine, half the time spent as James' lab assistant. James' work had never been as easy as when Wade was right behind him, and Wade had to do something now that Team Possible had taken down the site.

It was an unusually cold Friday evening when they arrived in early April. They went directly to Cypher Hotel, finding it a somewhat jarring experience. The hotel had changed quite a bit over the years, numerous turns of remodelling left only the foyer in any similar shape to what it once was. Their room was gone… Well, it would have been anyway, but now the space where it had been was shared by two single rooms that took up parts of the old neighbouring rooms.

After getting a bite to eat, they took a walk over to where The Aviator had once stood. They received another shock when they discovered that now, a Bueno Nacho-restaurant stood in its place. Ron had never felt so angry at seeing a Bueno Nacho, and even considered tagging it with graffiti. Kim managed to hold him off, though, and they walked to the hotel, somewhat more depressed than they had expected.

The next day, they took a trip out to Kill Devil Hills. Since they had left, the place had become the site of the Wright Brothers National Memorial, as a remembrance of that day in 1903. While driving there, they were again struck by the changes the town had gone through, when they found that the lifesaving station was now gone as well. They walked toward the memorial in silence until Kim spoke.

"Guess it's true. You can't go home." She looked a little sad as she said it. Ron sighed.

"Yeah, I know… I mean… I guess I knew that things would have changed, it's just…" He trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"We were here practically yesterday and now there's nothing left of what we knew? At least… nothing that seems to matter anyway", Kim said. Ron could only nod.

"I'm thinking we took this trip a little too soon", Ron said, as they came up to the place where history had been made. A large memorial stood there now, but otherwise, the area seemed largely unchanged. At least something, they thought, as the walked arm in arm. As they rounded it, they saw a couple of large tents placed on halfway up the hill. Curious, they walked down. The area had many exhibitions, but this one seemed quite new.

Inside the giant tents, there was a couple of families, and a few museum attendants, all focused on a plane from the period that was on display. They knew it wasn't they original plane, since that had held a place at the Smithsonian for years. As Kim and Ron approached it, they saw more things that were off with the whole thing.

"This is a Flyer mark 3", Ron pointed out, as he circled around it. "See the controls?" Kim nodded. They had both kept up with Wilbur and Orville's breakthroughs.

"Yeah… Pitch, yaw, roll… I wonder what it's doing here, they never flew a mark three…" She paused. She had seen something. "Oh. God, Ron, look at this!"

She pointed at one of the wooden beams the supported the overhead wing. On it, they could see it clearly carved into the wood. RAS. KAS. CJS.

"My God!" Ron whispered. "It's… It's the Kimmie Hawk!"

October 20th, 1909

Kim approached the barn that Ron had told her to go to. It lay on the outskirts of the Outer Banks at Kill Devil Hills, not far from the lifesaving station. This should be interesting, she thought, as she reached it. Ron had been excited when he had told her to come earlier in the morning, and she had promised to come down as soon as she had cleaned up the apartment and helped Mrs. Cypher with the laundry. Ron had already taken Charlie with him, so she walked the distance alone.

She opened the door and was astonished to see an airplane standing in the middle of the barn. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she stepped inside. Ron and Charlie saw her, and Ron walked over to greet her. Charlie was sitting quite comfortably in the pilot's seat.

"You like?" Ron asked. "It's a Flyer mark 3." He smiled brightly as Kim attempted to regain her wits.

"Wha-… How?" She could barely speak.

"Well… You know how I've told you that I've had to take extra shifts at the station? And helping Tom build a barn?" Kim nodded. "Well… Not so much." He took her hand and walked over to the plane.

"I got the plans from Orville and Wilbur. It's been a real hard one to build, but… I've had some help", he continued.

"Not… Not from Charlie, right?" She asked, eyeing him. Charlie laughed.

"No, mommy. Daddy told me today! Isn't it great? An airplane!" Charlie was positively giddy where he sat.

"Some of the guys from the station helped out. Told them it would be good for the tourism if we could actually show off a real plane. They even talked the mayor into providing the funds for it as long as the town can use it as they see fit."

Kim just shook her head in disbelief. Ron had never been great at building stuff! Regardless of if he had had help, this was… astounding!

"Have you flown it yet?" She asked, hoping he'd say no. If anything, that was something she wanted to see.

"Nah. And I don't know if I'm going to." Kim looked at him, frowning. He saw her confusion. "Let me explain, Kim. I'm not flying this. You are."

Kim's jaw fell. For the second time today, she was lost for words. Ron picked up on it.

"You do remember that you owe me a history changing moment? Well, this is it. You're gonna be the first female pilot in history." Kim regained her mental footing and replied.

"But Ron… This… this is too big! I mean… History books!"

"Yeah, well, that's only gonna be an issue if anyone finds out. And we don't have to tell anyone. It'll just be between the three of us." Ron smiled at his wife. Charlie did so as well.

"But… but I thought that… I thought that you were gonna do something history changing, not me!" She whispered.

"Well… I decided to change my own history instead, and actually succeed in building something big. You know, when I'm not under pressure from Drakken to build a doomsday device. So what do you say, KP? Ready to become the Aviatrix?" He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. Kim was silent for a moment, and then broke out into a grin.

"Anything is possible for a Stoppable", she said, as her husband and son smiled broadly.

October 21st, 1909

"You got it now? Pitch, yaw, roll? Don't go to high, nothing fancy. This thing is built for economy, not speed. Or acrobatics. Or economy." Ron's tone of voice was a bit anxious. Even though he had no doubt Kim could take care of herself, he wasn't as sure about the Flyer. Sure, he had built it as meticulously as he could, but he was still placing the mother of his child in an experimental airplane. For God's sake, he thought, after two weeks, he still hadn't been able to fix those two broken legs on Charlie's bed, but he had built a (hopefully) working airplane? What was wrong with this picture?

"Ron, calm down. I'm not gonna do anything crazy, and I trust your building skills", Kim replied. "Now start the engine already! I'm getting antsy here!"

Ron nodded his head, and walked to the front of the plane. It took a few attempts, but finally, the propeller was running. He had already tested it several times, so it wasn't a surprise. Charlie, however, squeed with glee as he heard the noise. Ron took his son's hand and they stepped away from the plane. He waved to Kim, who took the controls.

The plane lurched forward. Soon, it had picked up speed, and after bouncing a little, it took to the air. Ron and Charlie could hear Kim howling with joy as she made the plane rise toward the sky, levelling off about thirty feet above the ground. She became a bit more adventurous at that point, making a few turns, including a full 360. She had quickly grasped how the controls felt, and made the most of it. After about five minutes, she brought the plane down, landing it safely on the ground. Ron and Charlie ran up to it, happy as they had ever been.

"Mommy, mommy! You flew! You're like… a bird! Like a hawk!"

"Hey, that's a good name!" Ron exclaimed. "The Kimmie Hawk!" Kim laughed as she stepped out of the seat. Charlie was quick to hug her, and Ron followed suit.

"Come on, Charlie. You know what we say when we're happy, right?" Kim said, kneeling down to her son. Charlie nodded, and burst out in the traditional Stoppable exclamation of joy.

"Booyah!"

After checking if any damage had been done, they hooked up the Kimmie Hawk to the horse they had borrowed and transported it back to the barn. On the way, Charlie carved in his initials in one of the beams, and Ron and Kim followed suit. It seemed only appropriate. After that, they went back home, still giddy over the events. They had told Charlie that he couldn't tell anyone that his mommy had flown the plane, at least not yet. He understood well enough.

As they went to bed that night, they didn't know that the next day, in France, a woman named Raymonde de Laroche would officially become the first female pilot in history. They already knew that history would never give that title to Kim Stoppable, nee Possible, but they were fine with it. They slept in peace, until a sound at the door woke Kim up.

"Glen, if it's another wreck, I swear I'm gonna speak unkind words to the captain for crashing at this hour," She said, remembering how Glenallen Bender had the annoying habit of interrupting their sleep on some of the most important nights of their lives. She was, however, astonished to hear another voice.

"K-Kim? Kimmie-cub?"

As Kim and Ron stood there, marvelling at the still preserved plane, they were approached by an attendant, who had noticed their interest.

"Can I help you, sir? Ma'am?"

"Uh… yeah… What do you know about this plane?" Kim asked, getting her thoughts together.

"Oh, lots, ma'am. It was built by a local man in 1909 as a way to increase tourism revenue. The town used it too hold flying exhibitions for years, until they built a more modern one in 1913, and after that, it has been part of some exhibit or other here, and since this was declared a national park, it's been part of our exhibition. This year we're doing it outside, since we've recently done some restoration work on it."

Kim and Ron smiled. They left the tent after having a few more moments of remembering that day five weeks ago. As they left, they found themselves walking down to the beach. They soon found themselves on another familiar spot.

"Remember when we were here last time?" Kim asked. Ron nodded. "Six years…"

"Yeah…" Ron responded. "They went by fast, didn't they?" They stood silent again, until Kim spoke.
"You know… as scared as I was that day… I wouldn't want it any other way now. Sure, there were times when there was nothing I wanted more than to go home, but… I don't know."

"I know what you mean", Ron said. "I mean… we have Charlie… We had the Kimmie Hawk… The Aviator… We know that we can survive without the stuff we thought we needed…"

"As long as we've got each other", Kim finished. And somehow, all the difficulties the future had in store melted away as they stood there. Barkin's murderous plan for catching up, college, careers, caring for Charlie… Everything seemed less of a challenge, as they held each other's hands.

"So, where do we go from here?" Ron asked.

"Home, first. After that, who knows? I've got you and Charlie, and that's all I need. Beyond that… We can do anything", Kim said. They united in a kiss that lasted for several minutes before heading back to their car. For six years, every day they had lived through had been the past, and now, they were finally ready to meet the future. Whatever it would hold.