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Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By: Imyoshi

~ Sweet Remorse ~

Kim felt warm.

She felt the light tickles of warmth dance on her face causing her to groan and flop to the side of whatever her body slept on. Fighting the head, Kim forced her eyes closed, fingers tightening their hold on the thin fabric between her fingers. Her hands pulled the cloth her fingers held desperately closer towards her nose, sniffing it to her sleepy face. The smell assaulted her envious nose – it reminded her of Ron's unusual scent. Strong yet tasteful. Just like her favorite treat, s'mores. The pleasant smell pushed back into dreamland where the tired girl refused to wake up. At least not yet.

Tossing and turning on what she figured was a bed, Kimberly scrunched up closer together, bringing in her legs as well, fighting the persistent sunlight. Damn ball of fire couldn't take a hint, could it? Oh well, nothing the sleepy redhead could do about it now. Except pretend to ignore it for the better half of the day. Yea, that sounded like a solid plan. Humph, well at least by Ron's standards that is.

Ron?

The hero girl abruptly opened her eyes, sitting straight up in her bed in a quick fashion. She pulled up the sheets in her hands and the shirt edged between her fingers and her petite body. Glancing around the room, Kim swiftly discovered she was in her room and she took quick notice that the last place she remembered at was at the creepy British dude's lair, lying on a cold floor and not her soft comfortable bed. And like that, it all came flashing back.

The mission to the museum, her sudden capture, the Ron style rescue, the rematch, and finally Ron standing above her, cradling her tired head in his hands, smiling at her – all of it, it all came rushing back. All the memories filled her head and she dropped her sheets in response to rub her unkempt bed hair. Upon releasing the blanket it revealed that underneath she wore Ron's red jersey that she had, um, borrowed. Nothing else except her Fearless Ferret socks and a pair of unusual panties she had acquired, minus a bra. Her cheeks turned a bit red at the thought of someone finding her wearing this and she couldn't even begin to imagine how someone got this on her. Or why they put this on her.

She really hoped her mother had done it.

Speaking of the older redhead, Kim wondered where her mom was at, as well as the rest of the family and Ron. Probably down stairs waiting for her. The thought brought her to smile at the idea of Ron waiting for her to wake up. Maybe he did forgive her after all. He did save her? But that didn't mean all she thought it could mean. A haunting, unpleasant memory resurfaced.

"I don't know."

Her body shivered at the thought. What if Ron didn't forgive her? What if he was just doing it because it was the right thing to do? What if! She sighed, flipping to the side of her bed, feet resting on the fuzzy carpet and her fingers twisting into Ron's shirt's fabrics. What if he never forgave her? The thought caused her to frown and she felt a tug in her chest, pulling at her. Emptiness that was what she would describe the feeling, pure loneliness at the slight idea of Ron ignoring her. Kim didn't know if she could take that.

Not again.

Playing with the small folds of his jersey, Kim reluctantly left the comfort of her bed and room, and headed straight downstairs. Her steps brushed quietly, his jersey pushing past her waist. Kim made it a few steps down when she saw her family in the living room, obviously waiting for her to come down stairs. The touching moment almost forced a tear out of her. She settled for the light warm fuzzy feeling building in her chest instead.

Seeing the middle member of their family awake, all the eyes in the room grew wide. The air around them felt tense for a second, until her father, James stood up and ran over to his daughter. Arms open.

"Kimmie-cub," James called out, rushing to embrace her in a big hug. "You're awake!" He enveloped the still somewhat tired girl in a near air crushing hug and before the girl could respond to her dad's over the top hug, the rest of her family joined in.

"Kimmie!" Ann rushed in, hugging her from behind.

"Kim!" the tweebs joined in as well, each hugging her by the side. Kim was literally a Kim-sandwich. And she smiled happily at the thought. Feeling so loved felt very nice.

After a few tensed squish moments, Kim wiggled in their embrace. "Um, guys," her voice trailed, "I can't… breathe."

The family immediately let go of their grip on her, letting her breathe. She did, and they pushed her to the couch to take a nice breather. Even after waking up, it looked like the girl could easily fall back into dream land. This worried them and they did not want to worry.

"Sorry honey," Ann apologized with the rest of the family nodding.

Kim plopped down onto the couch, grabbing a couch cushion to cover the top of her bare legs. Family or not, she still felt a tad embarrassed to be seen in nothing but a pair of socks and Ron's jersey. Wait a minute? Ron's jersey!

Kim looked down at his shirt covering her body and raised a questionable glance.

"Um mom?" she wondered, holding her hands out freely.

"Yes honey?"

Her cheeks tingled in crimson as her voice lowered, "Why am I wearing Ron's shirt?" Wow, this time she was asking the questioned instead of them. Freaky.

The family suppressed their grins, but her dad chuckled at this, surprising his daughter. Kim would've thought the last thing he would want to see his daughter doing was wear some boy's shirt. Even if it was Ron's.

"That's actually a funny story Kimmie," James told her, coughing. "You see when Ronald brought you home, you were quiet difficult to remove from his arms. He held you and when we tried to grab and carry you to your room, your fingers wouldn't let up from letting go of his shirt." Kim blushed at the thought of her clutching tightly on Ron's mission shirt.

Ann jumped in, "And since we needed to get you into bed missy... actually," she thought, "you still need your rest." Kim didn't argue, "We needed a way to get you to let go." Ann smirked, "And last time I remembered you were getting quite fond of Ron's red shirt."

The tweebs snickered in the background. Kim spun her head to glare at them, but they didn't let up.

"So," trailed her father, tugging on the fabric, "I went to go get his shirt. And immediately you tried to snatch it in your sleep." Kim longer thought the sun's warmth was anything compared to her face. "And we just told Ronald to lay you on your bed. Your mother took care of the rest."

"It was so cute, the way you tried to snuggle with the little thing," damn Kim's cheeks burned. "So I figured I would just dress you in it." A devious smile played on her lips, "I've never seen you smile so much before."

Why wouldn't her face stop getting so damn warm!

Tim stepped in, "But you should have seen how confused Ron was!"

"Yea," Jim added, "He looked so out of it. Asking why you had his shirt in the first place, but left before we could give him an answer."

Both of their excitement flickered, "We didn't even get to thank him though. As soon as you out of his hands, he just... left. Just like that."

Kim felt the color from her face drain at the way she was told at how Ron left. He didn't even bother to stay to see if she woke up. Honestly, Kim didn't really blame him, but he could've at least stayed long enough for her family to say thank you.

Ann smiled lowly at the mere mention of the sitch. No one but her knew that Ron had whispered an apology to her before leaving. The apology had been so quick she had almost missed it. But she didn't, and it made her feel glad that the little boy Kimmie grew up with still somewhat resided in him. So she figured she didn't need to tell them. Something irked her not to. If Ronald wanted to be a bit distant, she wasn't going to pry, not yet at least.

The rest of the day had been spent with everyone staying close to Kim, making sure she was alright. Making sure she ate all her food and got plenty of rest. Her sad smiles went unnoticed except for her parents, but they already knew why. Better to let them sort it out then intervene anymore. Besides, just cause Kimmie got out of harm's way didn't mean she still was out of the hot water for lying to them about the whole diary sitch. But today they gave her break.

"So, what else happened girl?" Monique questioned loving the gossip coming from Kim as they hung by their lockers. The fashion girl watched as she placed some books away in her locker, before sighing at the fresh tale.

Kim shut her locker, grabbing her bag off the floor and heading out towards the school's door leading outside. She casually paced, not wanting to exert herself. Her body had already taken a big enough toll as it is. She didn't want to help the super villain put her out of commission. That would so not look good on her hero resume.

Pouting her lip, Kim recalled more, "Well after Ron freed me from that creepy dude's trophy case," Kim air quoted, "He took out all the guards and we hurried out of his lair... but." Deadly suspense lingered in the air.

"But?" Monique pushed.

Kim grabbed her bag's strap, gripping it firmer, "But that crazy fruit loop jumped in and attacked me and Ron. He was fighting us two on and one," Kim frowned, "Well actually it was more one and one. I proved to be very little help." She recalled the way Austin easily beat her, "I was just in the way."

Monique grabbed her by the shoulder giving her a warm smile, "I'm sure that's not true girl. You probably just helped in some other way that you don't even know?"

Kim lightly smiled at the cheer up attempt Monique tried. It did help her a bit.

"So where is Ron?" the sudden question stopped Kim in her steps. A small feeling of sadness overcame her as she let her eyes wander to the floor.

"I don't know mo," she answered weakly; "I haven't seen him all day. I'm not sure he even came to school today."

Monique's eyes wandered to the side to see the man they were talking about walking pass them. The fashion girl lightly tugged Kim's shoulder, pointing at Ron coming in. "Well then don't look now girl, but here he comes."

Kim looked up to see Ron rounding the corner of the hall; still having the same bored stared he had a few days ago. Except this time he decided to wear his mission shirt minus the turtle neck and a lighter shade of khaki cargo pants, probably having something to do with Kim having one of his jerseys as a personal night gown. The thought made her blush, but it came and went. The hero girl felt her body stiffen at him closing in and she brought her arms to her chest, biting her lip as well. This time – he just had too!

"Hi Ron," she blurted out maybe a bit too impatient.

Screw being nervous, she felt like her heart pounded dreadfully on in her chest. Nervous wasn't even close to the feeling she felt build up in the pit of her stomach.

The blond passed her by barely uttering a low, "Humph," before passing them both.

Kim felt her chest collapse within in itself.

"Nothing again," whispered the girl, her shoulders painfully down casted in grief.

Monique blinked at her before shaking her head, "What do you mean nothing Kim! You got him to acknowledge you. That isn't nothing girl!"

Kim stared at her, fighting back tears, "All he did was 'humph' at me."

Her friend smiled doubting, "At least it's something." Monique's grin widen, hooking her arm over Kim's shoulder, "You are wearing him down girl. Just you wait! In no time you'll be back to having your late Ron-night movie nights and cuddle sessions."

The auburn girl rolled her eyes in defeat, "Yea I guess," then the thought struck her hard. Her disbelieving eyes stared at that mocking grin coming from her female cohort. "Monique! Me and Ron don't have cuddle sessions!" she cried.

Monique pouted her lip, teasing her, "Really? So you wouldn't want a hug from him?"

She didn't think when she responded, "Of course I want him to hug me!"

"Tight?"

"Of course!"

"And you don't want him to let go?"

"Exactly," Kim affirmed, crossing her arms in victory, to only realize later what Monique made her walk into. She frowned angrily at her, fighting the blush unearthing on her face, "Stop twisting my words!"

She laughed in response, "You make it too easy girl."

Kim huffed in annoyance and walked off to the school doors embarrassed. She had enough of today. She just wanted to go home and lie down in her bed and crawl under the sheets. The faster the better preferably. Leaving behind a grinning Monique, Kim walked off the school grounds, an edge to her step. Her tough demeanor vanishing like that. Home, bed, rest – oh those sounded good right about now.

"Things will never be the same Kim."

Surprised, she turned her body to see Ron standing right next to her, his bag strapped to only one shoulder. He gazed at her without his usual caring stare, only instead with his new simple effortless glance he gave her. Still, that mellow look, made her heart beat rapidly.

"R-Ron?" she still couldn't believe that he was even standing right next to her or that he even said an entire sentence to her. Her arms hung on her side as her feet refused to move.

The blond sighed, rolling his chocolaty eyes at her, "Yes Kim, its me." His impassive tone grasped her sense of sound – Locking it away. He stared away from her, continuing on the walk, her feet automatically followed. The silence grew quick for a moment before he restarted, "Like I mention earlier or tried to mention," he recalled before that fruit loop interrupted him. "This won't be easy... but, I'm willingly to give this another shot."

She must be dreaming! Somebody pinch her! There was no way that Ron was actually talking to her and was saying that he wouldn't mine be friends again. At the thought that is was possible, Kim grabbed the small folds of her shirt, twisting them painfully between her fingers.

"Do you mean that R-Ron?" Kim asked fearing that the off chance he was lying to her.

Ron didn't look at her, stopping only at her question. He slid his hands away into his pocket, letting the breeze pass by them, feeling the soft air brush against his hair and face. Finally he turned to look at her half innocently and half serious.

"Yes." And with that, he left, walking away and not even waiting for her response. But, she heard the message. If she somehow hurt him again, then it will be the end of it.

When he gave her an answer, she felt the knot in her stomach come undone and couldn't help but let the smile on her face spread. She couldn't fight it, her grin refuse to shrink. She never even realized how her face grew considerably warm or the small tears trying to escape her eyes.

Kim just felt happy. She felt truly happy. Ron was willingly to give their friendship another chance. He... was willingly to give her another chance. The small sniffing she was doing couldn't be helped as her emotions almost took complete control over her. Holding it together, Kim breathed a sigh of relief glad that she didn't cry. She had to keep her emotions under control, to be strong.

Kim Possible was not going to cry! Damn it, she wouldn't!

Turning around, her eyes widen. The emotions bottled up in her finally spilled over.

What finally pushed her over the edge was realizing – that Ron just walked her home.

~ Fin ~

Author Notes: End!

You readers don't want a third story. Who wants a trilogy? Seriously?!