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Kim Possible: Hellraiser	By : Georsama Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > Het- Male/Female Views: 5233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or the Hellraiser movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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**Disclaimers, Warnings notes...and one random qoute**

Welcome to 'Kim Possible: Hellraiser', for the Warning I offer only this; If you're not old enough to watch the Hellraiser series on your own, or you have moral objections, then please go read something else. This fanfiction is not intended for anyone under that age of...actually I'd recommend that nobody read this thing.
Of note is the following:
1) Kim Possible characters are post-So The Drama.
2) Yes, Ron might be more mature than normal but military training has the effect on people. So no reviews disagreeing with me.
3) Mrs. Possible, and the twins, are probably out of character...but this is obvious when you think about what type of story this is...
4) Moral objections or debates I will love to see in my reviews so please leave them.
5) The Cenobites come from various sources: the movies, the comics and the books. I mainly based my chracterzations upon two soruces: The movies and the movie scripts. The movie scripts are actually much more interesting than the movies.

Now the Disclaimers: I don't own Kim Possible or any other character from the show. They belong to Disney. I also do not own Pinhead or any other character from that series, I believe they belong to Clive Barker's imgination.

And my Random qoute:
If the world should blow itself up, the last audible voice would be that of an expert saying it can't be done.

**Author Notes Thingum**

What is time to the Devil? His most perfect weapon.
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Kim Possible:
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Chapter One
By Geor-sama
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-::Eighteen years and Six months later::-
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The room was fifty by fifty, made of stainless steel plates welded smoothly together so that not a single seam showed. It was divided into sections by using parts of the metallic walls and other high-tech means. It was known to those who used it as the room of pain, due in large part to the fact that it housed the most brutal of combat training. Nobody looked forward to it, sane agents dreaded it and refused extra practice time.
Then there was Kim Possible.
She thrived on it, ran through it and every combination its ever changing design could throw at her. Unsurprisingly this made her both insane and respected. It was why she was currently making quick work of the swinging blades in a corridor of the room, her face set into concentration and her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her lithe body was encased in a skin-tight blue spandex uniform, which allowed her the greatest amount of movement short of being naked.
With one last hand-stand flip she cleared the last blade and landed in a crouch, smiling to herself. Then her emerald eyes locked onto the rungs, which appeared suspended in the air without any physical help. Without hesitation she rushed forward and leaped grabbing the first one, using her momentum to flip herself up to the next rung. Climbing them slowly, letting the previous rung, and its invisible thread, fall out of her grasp.
With one last flip she rose in an arch through the air before landing on the square platform where her last obstacle sat. The ninja droid stood perfectly still, its artificial red eyes glowing to life as if finally sensing her presence. The ninja-droid slowly shifted itself into a fighting stance, waiting for Kim's first move.
The red head however remained motionless, judging all the factors involved in this situation. Adjusting her weight unnoticeably she started forward, then spun as the ninja-bot rushed the spot where she had been seconds before. Coming around Kim threw a kick, catching the machine in the back of its head causing it to fall forward.
It changed its momentum to pull off a forward shoulder roll and spun, catching Kim's fist easily. Kim reacted with a leg sweep, forcing the ninja-droid to release her hand as it leaped to avoid her attack. Free she spun and planted a reverse-sidekick to the machines chest as it came back toward the ground. Caught off guard it sailed backwards for a moment before landing in a heap.
Seconds later it was rolling away and regaining its feet while Kim's stomp kick smashed only into the platform. The redhead however didn't give it a chance to really scan its millions of battle scenarios and spun, throwing a furry of kicks and punches the likes of which she had never attempted. Though off guard and unable to retaliate the droid dodged and weaved its way through the attacks, until finally it reached a battle solution.
Without hesitation it caught one of her punches and twisted, which earned it a gasp of pain from the girl. Seconds later, following its pre-decided course, it threw a hard round kick to the girls stomach doubling her over then raised its free hand as if to drop a hammer fist to the back of her head.
Kim however had other ideas and pivoted her foot, her hand grabbing the droids blue jumpsuit and dislocating her shoulder lifted it off the ground for a brief second before slamming it back down hard. Arm now free she hobbled back, blinking away the tears of pain in her emerald eyes holding her shoulder. Slowly the droid began to move as if the movement had jarred its system.
"Come on," Kim whispered, a teasing smile finding its way to her full lips. Then the lights came on and the droid slumped back to the platform, its eyes dimming as it was deactivated. Looking around the injured red head watched as a hidden door opened to allow another athletic female with short brown hair and an eye patch to emerge from the observational room.
"Very well done Agent Possible," the woman remarked stopping next to the now deactivated ninja-droid "Though a bit painful I'd imagine."
"No big," Kim replied, running a hand through her hair to smooth back any loose strands before kneeling on the platform. Taking a deep breath she slammed her shoulder forward, snapping it back into place with a muffled cry of pain. Shaking her head to clear it she stood, rubbing the tender joint looking at her superior "You know where Ro-, I mean Agent Stoppable is?"
Doctor Director allowed a small smile to appear as she answered "Agent Stoppable is currently taking an extra hour in Personal Combat Training with Agent Lovell. Again. Apparently he and his 'pet' attempted to appropriate food that had been designated for tonight�s graduation party."
Kim laughed, seeming to relax "I'm not surprised, probably figured that way if he didn't make it he'd still get some food."
"Sadly," Doctor Director said sighing "he just barely met our requirements. So it was a pointless endeavor since he will be present and he will be eating with us. I was quite looking forward to having a quiet dinner."
"I've been trying to have one of those for nearly seventeen years ma'am, he does make dinner fun though." Kim let her relief show, after six months of worrying about Ron knowing that he would be a full agent with her was a very great comfort. Especially considering the backlash from they're families they had both suffered when they had announced wanting to take their crime-fighting full time.
Both had had horrible fights and while Kim's had eventually given her their blessing Ron's had died in an accident the same night that he had announced his intentions "So, will we be sitting next to each other tonight?"
"Sitting for graduation dinner is however the agents prefer," Doctor Director said, raising her eyebrow "Not that it hardly matters. You and Agent Stoppable always seem to manage to sit next to each other..." Seeing the faint flush the Global Justice Director changed the subject "On another matter, your mother has been attempting to contact you for the last three months."
"She has?" Kim asked worriedly "Why couldn't I...."
"You know the nature of your training Agent Possible, we could not allow contact with the outside world." Doctor Director answered curtly "She has however been insistent and I currently have her on hold inside the observation room, since your training is over your free to speak with her."
"I guess I better not keep her waiting then," Kim smiled "Maybe she's calling to tell me I'm grounded." chuckling weakly upon seeing that her superior wasn't amused she walked past the woman and entered the room, the hidden door hissing shut behind her. Spotting the area where the phone rested she walked over and sat down in the chair bolted to the floor, she hesitated considering every possible situation to make her mother call.
Thousands of horrible scenarios flashed through her mind but then deciding that they couldn't possibly be them she took a breath and picked up the phone, talking with confidence "Hi mom,"
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Ron grunted as he dodged the double-handed overhead slash and then jumped backwards avoiding the slash at his stomach from the bo-staff. He landed awkwardly staring at the short, attractive woman in front of him, her reddish brown hair cut short revealing the smooth curves of her round face. Her blue eyes narrowed and she spun the staff attacking again from the side, which smashed into his shoulder and he had to move with the momentum performing an awkward angled shoulder roll.
Springing to his feet he spun just in time to duck the next blow aimed at his head "What is it about me," He asked as he side slipped a lunge and danced out the staffs range "That pisses girls off?" This seemed to infuriate the woman who let out a ki-hap while attacking a startled Ron. Out of instinct alone he caught the staff with a circular motion and twisted his hips tossing her and the weapon away. She pulled off a handstand flip and landed in a crouch, bo held in both hands and staring at him darkly "Tell me pretty please?"
Lovell snorted "You piss us off because you talk instead of doing something," that said she lunged forward with startling speed seeking to impale the blond with her weapon. Ron leaped out of the way, rolled forward away from her and regained his feet, spinning to catch the staff as it whipped around toward his chest.
"How am I suppose to know when to do something?" He asked as he lifted his foot to avoid the leg sweep his instructor threw "You girls aren't real clear on that sort of thing."
Grunting she suddenly heaved and flipped Ron using his grip on the staff. Smashing to the ground Ron let out a hiss of air, releasing the weapon at the same moment. Seconds later he was holding it once more as one end of the staff pressed downward at his throat "Have you kissed her yet?" Lovell grunted, putting a foot on the blonds shoulder in an attempt for better leverage.
"What?" Ron grunted, struggling to keep from getting killed.
"Agent Possible, have you kissed her yet? Besides at prom..."
"I-we both decided it was just an emotional whatchamacallit reaction to her boyfriend being a synthodrone." Ron gasped before finally managing to force the staff away and regain his feet turning to face the woman.
"Right," Lovell responded smirking "That's why she keeps all the other girls who even show the slightest interest in you terrified of her. Face it your both just scared of moving out of the comfortable zone."
"How does she do that," Ron asked moving slowly in a circle with the woman.
"The room of pain you dolt, she doesn't really enjoy all those extra hours. I mean, come on...your romantically linked together, do you really think anyone would want to try something with you knowing how crazy she is?" Lovell suddenly lunged but it was only a fake out and Ron resisted the urge to react "Face it honey, your off limits to everybody but Kim."
"Right...that's why all those guys-" Ron started then cursed himself catching a blow along the side of his head. Moving from the pain he managed to catch the follow up blow and danced away.
"Never let your mind wander," Lovell intoned smugly "and there are no guys. You keep them away with all these extra PCT's, got to be insane to get beat up on a regular basis."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, forgetting where he was at, then cursed himself again for letting his mind wander as his legs were taken out from under him roughly. He landed with a thud, but quickly rolled away, avoiding the blows that slammed into the ground behind him.
Once he felt that he had put enough distance between him and Lovell he tried to stand but could only perform a forward roll as the staff smashed into the ground behind him. Out of instinct alone he pushed off the ground with his feet and hands like a monkey, flipping backwards over Lovell's head and landed upright. Startled the woman half turned only to receive an almost unplanned sidekick to her ribs that knocked her on her back and the staff out of her hands.
Ron stood there a moment, pleased with himself then the enormity of what had just done hit him. Wincing he covered his mouth, knowing that he would pay for that. He could feel it in his bones. At this a new set of instincts kicked in and he retreated three steps before turning to flee the room. Unfortunately this brought him eye to eye with his best-friend.
"Impressive Agent Stoppable," Kim said, but the note of teasing in her voice just didn't seem right.
"Kim, you-" Ron paused however hearing the tell-tale sound of Lovell regaining her feet. Realizing now wasn't the best time to check up on Kim he took her arm and almost dragged her out of the training room, yet despite how distracted he was he couldn't help but worry about how meekly Kim was letting him lead the way.
Once they were a safe distance away from the training room, and alone in the metallic underground hallways of the complex he released her arm and spoke "It something wrong KP?" The red head nodded mutely, continuing her subdued walk alongside him. Ron glanced away considering every possibility that could have made Kim withdraw in such away, he didn't like any of them to be honest. The last thing she needed was for something horrible to have happened to her family or for one of her former villains to be on the loose yet again.
Out of instinct he put his arm around her shoulders, his voice going even lower "Tell me what's wrong, the Ron-man will make it all better...if he can." he added hastily, realizing that this problem might be beyond his scope of influence. Then much to both his surprise and pleasure she twisted around, her arms holding him tightly in a hug. Then she began to sob into his chest and he couldn't help but wish he knew what to do exactly.
"Sssh," Ron whispered, hugging her since that was all he could come up with as comfort. He knew one thing he'd need a new sweatshirt, no way was he going to wear one that had Kim's tears.
Pulling away finally she wiped at her red eyes furiously, speaking in a thick voice "M-my mom and dad...they're, they-They're divorced!"
Ron's eyes widened in surprise and he did a passable impression of a fish out of water before he finally managed his first question "What?!" Seeing Kim's look of dejection and worry he forced himself to calm down. He was eighteen years old now, a future Global Justice agent, he couldn't afford the luxury of being childish "It doesn't matter, I'm here for you KP." that said he pulled her back into another hug.
Kim clung to him tightly, her head resting on his chest as she continued in a tearful voice "I-I know Ron...it was...dad...he was cheating on my mom with V-Vivian...Doctor Porter-" Closing her eyes she pressed against him even tighter while his hand stroked her back softly "S-he...m-mom says it was finalized today...I'm going home and see her-"
"I understand," Ron whispered, moving his head to kiss the top of her head glad that nobody had come along this hallway in the last few minutes. That would have been horrible for Kim, because it would spread like wildfire about her crying. He felt Kim move as if to pull away and let her, averting his eyes while she cleared the last of the tears off of her cheeks.
"I leave in an hour," Kim finally whispered, turning to continue her trek through the complex with Ron at her side "Doctor Director said since I was a full agent now and had no assignments I was free to go..."
"Well I never doubted you'd make full agent, I want you to tell your mom how sor-"
"You're coming with me Ron," Kim responded, cutting the boy off "You made full agent too and I consider you part of the family...you don't have to if you'd rather-"
Ron caught her wrist, just before they entered the recruit section of the underground complex and turned her to look at him. Silently he gave her his trademark smile and kissed her forehead "I follow wherever you lead Kim, that's how it works. Always."
"I-thanks," Kim whispered and Ron felt a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss her right then. Kim seemed to be expecting something to that effect and he started to lean in. Kim's eyes widened slightly, but she made no move to stop him, then the door to the recruit hallway hissed open and a fellow Global Justice recruit stepped outside.
Separating quickly they both stared at the startled recruit who sheepishly retreated back into the hallway he had come from. Sighing Ron glanced at Kim, touching her shoulder "I'll be ready in twenty minutes... why don't you take a nap Kp? I'll get you when its time to go."
Kim nodded, giving him a grateful smile before she turned stepping through the still open door and disappeared into the mild flow of recruit traffic. Ron followed her into the hallway, then sighing turned toward the section that held his quarters. He felt part of himself tremble in fear however, the Possible�s had always seem so in love so perfect...and now they were torn apart and Kim was only just now finding out. Climbing the metal stairs to the catwalk above the hallway he said a silent prayer, asking that he would never be allowed to disappoint or hurt Kim in such away.
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With glowing yellow light spilling onto the yard from the opened windows, combined with the soothing music drifting out into the night time air, the ranch style house radiated a comforting warmth. It seemed to reassure the neighbors that despite what had happened here, it was still a loving place and all were welcomed. Indeed the occupants inside seemed to reinforce such a concept, showing no signs that any sort of massive emotional upheaval had transpired.
At the round kitchen table, hovering over plans and diagrams, were two twins who seemed to just be hitting the early stages of puberty. They jabbed their fingers excitedly at the papers, talking in hushed but animated voices about something that would more than likely terrorize the community until it was broken or destroyed by some minor internal problem.
On the third floor of the house, in a loft bedroom that had went unused for the last six months an older woman whistled in time with the music that filled the house. She was slender, with short red hair, blue eyes and dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a nice shirt. Patting the pillows to smooth out the wrinkles she grinned stepping back to survey the room. Everything was perfect and she had even included the sleeping bag at the foot of the bed, convinced that it was just for show.
Stroking her cheek she tilted her head, giving the room one last glance. Yes, everything was as it should be. She couldn't wait for her daughter to come home, come home and realize how much her family loved her. Ron would be with her too, and that would be fine, because he'd find out how much the family loved him as well. Sighing she turned and leaving the light on descended to the second floor where she heard the music more clearly.
Smiling she hugged herself, reminiscing over the last time she'd seen her daughter and the blond. It had been at the Global Justice transfer point, they had both been so full of energy and idealistic, going to save the world together. It would have been laughable if those two hadn't done that already several times over and now they were with a professional group.
The woman couldn't help but laugh, remembering how those two had kept trying to hold hands while pretending that they'd decided not to be anything more than best-friends. She couldn't help but wonder if they were still playing that game and if so, how much longer they could keep it up. Not much longer she was sure, they'd taken that first step at prom and nothing could keep things from developing.
Thankfully Kim had a much better man than her father, more loyal, much more loving and considerate. That gave the elder red head a great deal of comfort. Swaying her body in time with the music, she walked to the railed stairs and descended to the ground floor. Wondering aimlessly she strayed into the kitchen and moved to the sink where she poured herself a glass of water, then turned strolling toward the twins.
Trailing a finger along both of her boys shoulders lightly she spoke softly "Remember, behave."
They nodded in unison, their mischievous smiles still in place and the red head sensuously strode out of the kitchen and into the living room to await her daughters arrival, her glass of water held in hand as she settled into her ex-husband's favorite chair.
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Kim shifted slightly on the faux-leather backseat, staring out the window as the nighttime countryside flashed by. The car, normally reserved for foreign dignitaries or national officials, made nary a sound as it sped through the night which afforded her time to consider the last few hours since the call from her mom. She had been wishing for such a chance and Ron without words had understood this.
It was just impossible for her to really believe, her mom and dad divorced. It was unfathomable to her, now she understood how Monique felt and Bonnie. Suddenly Kim regretted every unkind thought about families who had parents that were divorced, and about how special she was because she did have two, two wonderful and in love parents. It was amazing just how much pain you could feel in knowing that your parents love couldn't last.
Kim wondered how her mother had held it together this long, how could she have been so calm...so happy...when she gave the news? Her mom had to be in denial, nobody could be that happy about a divorce of a man they loved for so long. Sighing she closed her eyes and rested her head against the window, wishing she could make everything better.
Then she felt a hand touch hers. Despite her feelings of pain and her sadness she smiled, opening an eye to stare at the dark reflection of the freckled-faced blond who was seated next to her. How did he always know when to hold her hand or to say exactly what she needed to hear? He hadn't always been like this, but since prom...oh how she wished that they'd both just admit things had changed between them.
"Ron," Kim paused, uncertain and surprised at herself then continued taking his silence as permission "Thanks for coming back with me. I don't think I-"
"Hey, as my favorite red head say's 'No big'." Ron responded, squeezing her hand and Kim grinned a little more.
Turning she gazed at him steadily, noting his faint blush "You're favorite red head uh?" seeing him shift in his seat she squeezed his hand softly "Seriously though. Thanks, for everything." Ron in response rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb and she sighed softly.
"I haven't asked, but how�s your mom taking everything?" Ron asked finally, his tone soft and hesitant.
"I think she's in denial," Kim responded looking out her window "She was way to cheerful when she told me about everything. It was really painful to hear, just listening to her voice it was hard to even know she'd been divorced."
"Wow," Ron murmured and lowered his eyes as if thinking about something.
"Yea, I just wish-" Kim started to say then stopped, not really sure what she wished.
"Kim, just remember this wasn't your fault. This was going to happen whither you were there or not." Ron said softly, giving her hand an extra squeeze.
"I know, I'm not conceited enough to think I could cause my parents to get a divorce." Kim responded, pulling her hand away from his reluctantly "I just wish I knew what to do."
"You'll figure it out Kim, you can do anything remember?" Ron responded and Kim closed her eyes, laying her head back onto the seat. He was right, she could do anything and she had Ron to help her through this and he'd never let her down yet. At this a sudden chill rippled down her spine, If her dad could cheat on her mom, then Ron could cheat on her. He didn't even have to cheat, he could let her down, he could leave. That thought made her breath stop, the sudden fear of not having Ron at her side was something she'd been keeping buried but now it was thrust in her face.
What would she do when, if, he ever left? Would he leave? Her father left her mother, he hurt her, could Ron do that to her? What was the answer? Did she still want to force the relationship forward if that could be the possible result? This fear was choking her, refusing to let her breath or think of anything else. Then she remembered his words from earlier, the words that had meant so much to her: 'I follow wherever you lead Kim, that's how it works. Always.'
That was his promise, that he'd always be with her. Always. Forever. It buoyed her fear of him leaving, it allowed her to breath again. He'd never leave, he promised. Wherever she went he'd be with her. Taking a breath she reached over and without opening her eyes, laced her fingers with his. He gave her hand a squeeze and Kim allowed a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. For the moment nothing else existed, not her parents divorce or her fear of Ron leaving.
All that existed right then was the hand she was holding, the hand that was holding hers back silently confirming: Always.
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Sighing softly, the red headed woman checked the wall clock once more wondering yet again what had happened. Kim should have been here by now, at least she'd been told to her expect her an hour ago. A growing sense of dread began to form in her stomach, but it was subdued by the music that filled the house. The music that whispered the truth, that there was nothing bad or wrong with the world. No reason to feel upset or to feel depressed.
So what if her husband had cheated on her, she'd cheated on him. So what if he had divorced her, she'd gotten the Tim and Jim. So what if his new girlfriend was younger her than her, she could have anybody she wanted. She was sexy, she was beautiful, she was a goddess.
That was what the music told her, whispered to her, reassured her. She was loved and worshipped. Then she saw the headlights flash against the window and she stood, moving over to stare out into the night. There in her driveway, the headlights still on, was a black town car with an older man climbing out of the drivers seat. He moved around the car and then opened another door, allowing a familiar red head to climb out of the back seat.
Mrs. Possible squealing happily rushed to the front door and opened it, just in time to see a lanky blond climb out behind her daughter. The driver lifted their bags and Ron waved a hand taking both, as if it were a forgone conclusion that he would carry the luggage. It was obvious they were still pretending, but the way the talked and acted, the way they're eyes touched each other, it was obvious that the game was almost over between them.
Mrs. Possible felt the music whispering to her and she smiled in agreement, Kim was beautiful and she was desirable and she was family and Kim would be loved. Suddenly her daughter squealed and leaving Ron behind she rushed headlong toward her mother, arms squeezing for all they were worth in the embrace. Mrs. Possible was pleased by the embrace, the familiarity of her daughters now fully developed body.
Then she noticed Ron, he was on the step leading up to the small porch but he seemed uneasy. She puzzled over this when the music whispered to her once more and told her the truth. Ron was worried, Ron didn't like the music. Ron loved her daughter, but he wasn't family and he couldn't be loved. Not to worry, Kim loved him and all was well, nothing to worry about.
Reassured she graced him with a smile and ushered him up into the embrace, which was followed shortly by the twins who glomped onto the entire group like limpets to a whale. Finally after several moments of the embrace, in which everybody got an individual hug and the music worked its magic, Mrs. Possible waved her sons away and took her daughter by the shoulders beaming in pride "Come on in you two, I got a nice dinner fixed and I think you'll want to go to bed."
"Thanks Mrs. P-"
"Oh, call me Cathy Ron." The red headed woman said with a smile, ushering them inside "I've put a sleeping bag up in Kim's room for you Ron."
"Ron's offered to sleep on the couch," Kim volunteered disapprovingly, before smiling curiously "Where is that music coming from?"
Cathy grinned putting her arms around the two teenagers necks "That's for me to know dear, now come on. You two can eat dinner while I get that sleeping bag set up on the couch. I'll rest easier tonight at least, knowing that you're such a considerate and thoughtful boyfriend to my Kimmie." Then laughing she led the half-hearted protesting teens into the kitchen.
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Kim quietly folded her leg under her as she settled herself onto the end of the makeshift couch bed, looking over at Ron who was settling himself down in the floor. He had been distracted all night, even through her mothers painfully cheerful story of how she had found her former husband with another woman. It hadn't been until that music finally ended that he had come to himself.
"Was it just me," he finally said looking up at her "Or was your mother way too cheerful about what happened? I know you said she was happy, but that was-"
Kim nodded, chewing her bottom lip before she sighed "I know, its almost got me thinking that maybe she's taking drugs. Its just...painful to see her so cheerful. Its gotta hurt really bad to have someone do that to you," Kim paused lowering her eyes "I still can't believe..."
Ron nodded his silent agreement then looked down as well.
"I want things how they used to be," Kim said suddenly "I want mom and dad back together, happy and-and just not divorced!" Frustrated with her inability to think she leaned her head back, closing her eyes "Why'd he cheat on her, why? They always seemed so happy..." When Ron remained quiet she looked at him demandingly, knowing that he wouldn't know the answer but not caring. He was a guy, her dad was a guy and he was the only one available to ask.
"Kp, how would I know? No, why would I know?"
"You're a guy Ron and dad's a guy, you two have to think the same way,"
"Ummm...no, actually we don't Kim," Ron said softly looking down at the floor "I can't think of a single reason why anyone would want to cheat on someone they cared about."
"Not a single reason?" Kim asked almost hopefully then narrowed her eyes "Your honestly saying you can't think of a reason why you would ever cheat on-" Kim stopped short but Ron answered her unasked question without looking up.
"No, Kim. I'd never cheat on you..." he looked up at her anxious "I meant as friends...not that you would, or I...er..." He then faked a passable yawn and lowered his eyes to the floor.
Kim closed her eyes once more and remained silent, realizing how close they'd come to really saying what was on both of their minds. After a few moments she felt Ron climb onto the couch next to her and without thinking she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. Loosing herself in his comforting embrace she stayed like that for several moments, before speaking up and breaking the spell "We should get to bed, tomorrows going to be a long day."
"Sure Kim," the blond agreed, letting her go slowly "If you want to stay up and talk I'm willing, I'm here for ya."
Kim lifted her head, eyes staring into his, aware of how close they're faces where. It wouldn't take much to just take that plunge, to forget herself in the feel of his lips against hers. But now with all of her thoughts about her dad and no matter how reassuring his words were, she didn't think they needed to share a kiss. Putting her hands on his chest she pushed herself away and stood, stretching, putting a teasing tone in her voice "I think we really should get to bed now, we'll need the sleep to kill the tweebs tomorrow when they twist this whole conversation into us flirting."
"Whoa, wha? Us flirting? Come on..." Ron said with wide eyes, a believable imitation of innocence on his face "You wouldn't...and I...we're just friends..."
Kim smiled "Maybe..." then winked "You're a very silly boy."
"Hey!" Ron retorted "That's one of the many Ron-man's charms."
"Yea, right." Kim shook her head and Kim looking a little forlorn, turned walking out of the living room "I'll see you tomorrow."
Ron nodded giving her retreating back a reassuring smile "I'll be here...morning, noon, night..."
Kim paused in the doorway, turning to stare at him and his Ron-smile. She wanted to stay here with him "Thanks." then that half-whispered she turned and continued out of the room and up the stairs.
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Ron grunted in his sleep rolling over on the couch, burying his face into the couch. His face contorted into a grimace of displeasure as his breathing became irregular and sweat beaded on his forehead. His mind was in chaos, causing his body to react as if he was in the throws of a nightmare. Suddenly he went rigid and gasped out loud as his eyes snapped open and found himself staring into the back of couch.
As he calmed down he felt something primal in his senses, like a prey that was being watched by a predator. It stalked just beyond his understanding, with a cold intelligence and evil bearing. Suddenly scared beyond rational understanding he rolled slowly onto his back to stare up at the dark ceiling of the living room. The air seemed thick, due partly to the unearthly music that he had heard earlier in the night. He took three deep breaths and looked around the living room, not sure what he expected to find but fearing it all the same.
He felt his blood turn to ice as he locked eyes on the dark figure located just on the other side of the coffee table staring at him. It was a woman, at least she appeared to have been one at sometime, dressed in a leathery material designed to both express and cause pain as well as marry metal with skin. Her face still retained some of the soft features of a beautiful woman though her face now had a bluish-white tint and her head lacked any hair what so ever. However what was truly disturbing was her throat which had been slashed and pinned opened, like something from a medical class or a mortuary table.
Ron stared at her throat in grotesque fascination, unable to see clearly but almost believing that he had a clear view to her spine. He wasn't even sure what he felt, should he feel arousal or stomach churning sickness. Then he sensed something else near his feet watching him and with untold trepidation he slid his gaze from the woman to the figure. It was a strange and horrifying creature that met his gaze, it was missing both eyes and nose. Its flesh was peeled back and layered in such away that it had the appearance a mass of ugly scar tissue. Yet it seemed to be grinning, apparently this was due to the fact that he had no lips and its teeth were exposed in a perpetual skull-like grin.
Nightmare or not, Ron felt his heart try to stop beating. His body however, reacted differently than expected. As is often the situation in flight or fight situations, his body received a rush of adrenalin and a snap decision was made. Without any effort on his part Ron was out of his makeshift bed and racing through the living room. He nearly broke his neck as he forced his forward momentum to a halt spotting a shadowy figure, about twice the size of anything he'd ever seen, looming out of the dining room doorway. This however did not dissuade Ron who bolted up the stairs leaving the three creatures behind him, only to come face to face with one last figure.
Bathed in the nightlight of the hallway his pale white face was slashed in an array of lines, who at each intersection of these bloodless wounds had inch long pins drive into them. His eyes, which held a promise of dark pleasure and even darker pain, lacked pupils and were blacker than even the darkest of night. But it was his stately, though terrifying, presence that made Ron's blood go even colder and his mouth to dry out.
Ron watched as a frightening smile spread across his face. This seemed to break Ron free from his paralysis and he raced through the narrow opening between the creature and the railing. He continued his race for the stairs leading to Kim's loft room, heart pounding in his ears. He managed to climb up into her room, slamming the door shut behind him. Panting and sweating he collapsed on the floor on his hands and knees, his breathing coming to him in painful gasps.
He had no clue what those things had been, demons if nothing else. He knew for sure that they were not villains, Shego had never filled him with such blind panic and fear. Nobody had ever done that, nobody had ever felt like something from Hell itself, not even Monkey Fist. Pushing himself up he forced himself to calm down. Whatever these people were they didn't seem to be following him, so either he had been dreaming it all or they were watching and waiting.
Then he heard the scratching, it was soft, but insistent. He stumbled backward, before tripping to fall into Kim's bed. His hand came into contact with her leg and he squeezed it out of instinct.
"Wha, Ron?" A drowsy voice muttered, the bed shifting as the red head sat up.
Ron spun to stare at the girl, panic in his eyes. She continued to stare at him, as if waiting for his explanation and he found that despite what he wanted to blurt he couldn't bring himself to say it. If these things really were demons, Kim couldn't do much about that and if they had been part of his nightmares, he'd feel way stupid.
"Well?" she asked stifling a yawn "Is there a reason your in my room?"
Ron shook his head, his voice low and almost apologetic "Not really KP, just felt like you needed me right now. I know its silly, but-"
Kim raised an eyebrow, then yawning laid back down. She continued to stare at him under her sleep tousled hair, then impatiently patted the space next to her "It's not silly...I'm usually a heavier sleeper than this." she hesitated lowering her voice as well "Can-will you hold me while we sleep?"
"I-" Ron started to respond then stopped and nodded "Anything for you." That said he had no other choice but to settle in next to her, glancing at her oddly as he noticed she was still watching him "Something wrong Kim?"
"No," Kim responded smiling sleepily "I just realized we're about to sleep together."
"Yea, but not like...I'm on top of the blanket." Ron managed to say, glad that his face was hidden in the darkness and suddenly not even thinking about the demons.
Kim giggled sleepily before lifting herself up to slide part way into his arms "Which makes it hard to hold me," once in place she closed her eyes, almost purring as he stroked her hair "Mhmmm, wee really need to flirt in the morning..." That whispered-yawned she drifted off to sleep.
The moment she was asleep Ron returned his attention the door in the floor and what lay beyond it. No matter what he told himself, he couldn't dismiss what he had seen, those things had been so real. There was no way he was going to sleep now, sighing he continued to stroke Kim's hair and began muttering prayers under his breath.
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