Author's Notes:

This is the sequel to Nighttime Reassurance. If you haven't read it yet, make sure to check it out on my profile. Originally this was the second chapter of Nighttime Reassurance, but I've decided to make it a oneshot. Thus, this is the sequel.

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Kim groaned as her alarm went off at 7:30 a.m. I'm too tired to get up now, she decided. Kim shut off her alarm, then turned over and laid her head against something... warm. What the...? was her first thought. When she looked closer, Kim realized she had laid her head on Ron's shoulder.

"Ah!" Kim shrieked, pulling back and propping herself up on her bed. Ron just snored back in reply. That's right; he came over in the middle of the night last night. So it wasn't a dream, she thought. Kim just wasn't used to waking up with a boy in her bed, not that she had ever slept with one (besides Ron, but they were only best friends at the time). And Ron was special. He wasn't a "hottie", but he was cute in his own way, like his unusually large ears. But Kim liked his ears that way.

She smiled and laid her head back down on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was a spot on his shoulder that fit Kim's head perfectly, and she treasured him for that. "Ron," she whispered, trying not to wake him. Kim loved the way his name sounded when she said it. "Ron," she said again.

"RON!" Kim exclaimed and sat up as she remembered she had to get him out of her room, lest her parents find out. Well, she wasn't worried as much about her mother. It was her father that would probably send Ron into a black hole if he ever saw him with Kim like this.

"Ron, wake up!"

"No monkey touch," Ron mumbled in his sleep as Kim shook him.

He's probably having another nightmare, monkey-style, Kim thought as she shook him harder.

Ron popped an eye open, then sitting up took in his surroundings. He looked confused at first, and then he said, "Oh, yeah, I came over last night."

"Mmmm hmmm," Kim mumbled as he lay back down and she snuggled up next to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Ohhhh yeah, I could get used to this," Ron said as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her shoulder. Kim purred in pleasure.

Ron closed his eyes and he remained that way for a few minutes. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, being that he had entered a relationship with the one person he loved most. And for a cherry on top, she was one badical-looking GF. He probably would have fallen back asleep if it weren't for that thought nagging at him from the back of his head. He sat up, breaking the embrace, and then asked Kim the weirdest question she had ever heard. "Kim, you're not into monkeys, are you?"

"What? Where did that come from?" Kim replied.

"Nevermind."

Fourteen years of friendship allowed Kim to see the uneasiness in his face that he was trying to hide. "Spill, now."

Ron noticed the seriousness in his GF's face and knew there was no way he was getting out of this one. "Well," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "I had a dream that Josh Mankey was really a monkey, I mean like he had fur all over him, and a tail, too! And you completely fell for him once you found out, (don't ask me how you didn't know; I knew it all along)…"

"Ron, Josh is not a monkey," Kim stated flatly.

"Okay, so maybe he's not. But you dumped me for a monkey! A banana-eating tree-swinger!"

At that moment, the hatch opened as someone walked up the stairs. "Kimmie? Is everything alright? I thought I heard you talking to someone…"

Anne Possible stopped when she saw Ron sitting in the bed next to Kim. "Oh, uhhhh, hey Mrs. Dr. P.," Ron said nervously.

Anne looked at her daughter. "Kimmie, why is Ronald in your room? And why is he in his pajamas?"

Kim, relieved that it was only her mother who was in her room now, replied, "Ron had some bad dreams last night. So he came over this morning to make sure that I didn't give him up for Rufus."

"Give him up for Rufus?" Anne asked, confused.

"Don't ask, it must have been an awful dream," Kim said as she looked at Ron, who nodded in agreement.

Anne turned to head back down the stairs as she turned back to look at the two of them. "Alright, I need to make breakfast. Ronald, I'm sure you would like something to eat?"

"Sure he would," Kim answered before Ron could say anything, "but would you please keep this between us? Dad would freak if he found out."

"Alright, Kimmie. And if Ron can get dressed fast enough, your father is still asleep, but he won't be once I start making breakfast. He can smell a good meal a mile away." And with that, Anne turned and headed back down the stairs.

Ron turned his head back to Kim. "So you're not going to leave me for a monkey?" he asked with a rather blank expression on his face.

Kim couldn't believe how hard it was for him to grasp the idea that she loved him. She looked at him with disbelief and sadness.

He smiled and said, "Gotcha. You know I love you."

"Ron, that was not funny!" Kim shot at him. "Don't ever joke about that. That was so mean; I love you and I… I don't even want to even think about what I would do if I lost you."

"But…" Ron said, but then he corrected himself, "I'm sorry I did that KP. I was just trying to be funny."

"There's a time and place for everything," Kim told him, still tweaked. "Now maybe you should hurry before my dad gets up."

"Oh, right!" Ron exclaimed as he bolted out of Kim's bed and into her closet to find the extra set of clothes with speed that she never knew he had.

"Ron! What's the rush? I could have gotten your clothes," Kim asked, confused.

"Every second counts when your life's on the line, KP," he said as he rushed into the bathroom to change.

"You went in my closet! That's off-limits; I can't have you seeing my clothes."

"It's only the second time I've been in there, Kim, and I don't pay much attention to clothes when I'm in a hurry anyway. Though I've got to admit, you'd look dazzling in that bikini," Ron admitted as he proceeded to wash his face.

Kim's face became the color of her hair and she found herself speechless. She was about to yell at him for his comment, but it was a compliment, right? Then, an evil grin crossed her face as Kim asked him, "So I'm not dazzling right now?"

Ron realized he was trapped. It was going to take some thinking to get out of this one.

Kim watched as Ron came out of the bathroom with his goofy grin. "No, the dazzling part comes with the bikini." Kim's jaw dropped while she thought, Is he really stupid enough to insult me like that? Ron turned and looked at her, grinning ear to ear. "Right now you're beautiful, and that doesn't change."

Kim was both surprised and thrilled with Ron's ability to come up with something like that. She ran up to him and gave him a full kiss, and she really meant it, too. Ron kissed her back, and then let go to come up for air.

"You really are something else, Ron Stoppable," Kim told him as she held him tight.

"I am what I is," Ron replied goofily. He broke the embrace and headed down the stairs saying, "I said that every second counts. Well, those last few were time well spent."

You know, maybe it was a good thing that he went in my closet after all, Kim thought.

"Morning, Mrs. Dr. P.," Ron said as he entered the kitchen.

Anne looked around the kitchen to make sure her husband was still in their room before she replied, "Ronald, you don't have to say good morning twice."

"Well," he replied "I did that out of habit on walking into the kitchen, and also, I never gave you a proper 'good morning'."

Mrs. Possible could not understand why it had taken Kim and Ron so long to get together. He was an absolute gentleman. "Why that's very kind of you," Anne said to him as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "I hope you like it."

"The Ronster always enjoys breakfast from the Possible residence!" Ron said before diving into his eggs. He looked over his shoulder before adding, "Kim's culinary skills could use a little improvement, though."

Anne laughed at his last comment before adding, "Oh, she'll come around eventually. A few lessons from you might help, too. You know, she couldn't even handle a mixer until you showed her in Home Ec. She would come home some days and tell me what a wonderful cook you are."

"Hmmm, Kim never really complimented me on my cooking. Are you sure it wasn't another Ron?"

"No, Kimmie described your 'Seven Layers of Heaven' as the best dessert she's ever had," Anne told Ron.

Ron thought for a moment. "Mrs. Dr. P., that gives me an idea. Since tomorrow is Saturday, do you mind if I borrow the kitchen in the morning to make breakfast chez Ronald? I'll make enough for everyone."

"Of course, I think that's a great idea. Why don't you stay the night tonight to make it easier? You can sleep on the couch in the family room."

"Thanks, I'd be glad to stay the night. Kim and I will be coming home from the football game together," he remembered.

"Oh, Kimmie will be so excited when you tell her you're making breakfast."

"Actually, let's make it a surprise. I think it'll be better that way." Ron said.

"Alright, but you know, she doesn't like surprises too much," Mrs. Possible reminded him.

"That's only if she knows that there is a surprise to begin with. When she finds out in the morning, I'm sure that Kim will be thrilled," Ron said.

"Kimmie-cub? Thrilled?" Mr. Possible said as he entered the kitchen with the paper under his arm. "I like the sound of that."

"Yes, dear," Anne said, "Ron has offered to make all of us breakfast tomorrow morning. Isn't that nice of him?"

"Are you sure that Ronald should be making breakfast? I don't see what's wrong with your breakfasts," Mr. Possible said.

"James!" Mrs. Possible exclaimed as she turned around to face him. "Kimmie thinks that Ronald is an excellent cook and I don't see why he shouldn't make her happy."

Mr. Possible looked up from his paper at Ron and said "Alright. I think that it is very nice of you to offer, Ronald." He paused before adding, "Aren't you here a little early to be picking up Kimmie for school?"

Mrs. Possible and Ron exchanged a knowing glance before Ron replied, "Oh, you know me. I can smell Mrs. Dr. P.'s breakfasts a mile away."

"I hear you on that," Mr. Possible said. "It's hard to find a meal as good as yours around here, Anne."

"Thank you, dear. Now do you want the decaf today?" she asked.

"Roger on that," Mr. Possible replied. "I slept unusually well last night."

For a second, Ron wished that he had slept as well as Mr. Dr. P. But then he realized that if had slept well, then he wouldn't have seen Kim. You know, maybe it was a good thing that I had nightmares last night, Ron thought.

Ron finished his second helping of eggs in little time. Kim had come downstairs and she was just finishing off her plate. "Well, thanks a bunch for the breakfast, Mrs. Dr. P. It was badical as usual," Ron said.

"Why thank you, Ronald. I'm glad you liked it," Anne replied.

"Well, um, I left my stuff back at my place, so I'll be going to get that now before Kim and I head to school. Would you like to walk with me, KP?" Ron offered.

"Sure, Ron. Plus I can get out of the house before the Tweebs come downstairs. Just let me get my books," Kim said as she put her dishes in the sink.

"Same old Ronald," Mr. Possible chucked after Kim and Ron left. "I wouldn't be surprised if he came over in his pajamas. He must have been in such a hurry to get dressed and get to our kitchen. It's like he thinks he'll miss out if he doesn't get here fast."

Anne appreciated the irony in her husband's statement. "Yes, miss out on the rest of his life when you send him into deep space," she mumbled to herself.

"So, you 'forgot' your stuff at your house?" Kim asked Ron teasingly as they approached his house.

"Well, more like didn't think I would need to bring my books or Rufus," he stated matter-of-factly, "though the stay was most certainly worth it. There's nothing like waking up with a beautiful redhead next to you."

"So I'm not the only redhead you've woken up to?" She asked him, trying to trap him.

"There's more than one?" Ron teased.

"Nice save," Kim said as they reached the front door. "Now be a good boy and hurry up in there and I might be willing to give a certain Middleton running back an after-game massage tonight." Ron had already shut the door by the time Kim finished the sentence. She smiled at how easily she could get him to do what she wanted.

Beep beep be beep.

Kim pulled her Kimmunicator out of her pocket and pressed the call button. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

The young tech guru leaned over his desk and asked, "Think you can squeeze a mission in before homeroom?"

"As long as it doesn't involve Drakken with another truth ray," Kim answered, shuddering at the memory of the last before-school mission she went on.

"Nope, Dr. Drakken and Shego are still locked up. It's Motor Ed. He's stolen the X37-N300 prototype. It's an oxy-cooled, 24-cylynder racing engine that boasts an experimental pneumatic injector system…"

"Whoa, nerd alert," Kim cut him off. "Just tell me what I need to know for the mission. I swear I'll never be able to remember the details of that X300… whatever it is. Any idea what 'Mullet Freak' plans to use it for?"

Wade frowned at Kim's 'nerd' comment, but then replied, "I'm not sure. But if he supercharges it with the recently missing R24 turbo module complete with precision odometer…"

Kim cleared her throat rather loudly.

"If he makes it go faster," Wade corrected as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "then by harnessing the energy present while travelling at just below the speed of sound, he would be able to open a vortex of chaos behind him, just like the vortex created by the pan-dimensional vortex inducer."

"Of course," Kim said sarcastically, "why not go to all this trouble to create a vortex instead of just taking the pan-dimensional vortex inducer when you can get a car along with it?"

"That's true; it would be a whole lot easier to steal the pan-dimensional vortex inducer, but Motor Ed is always in it for a set of wheels," Wade agreed.

"Spankin'," she mumbled. "We're on it. Got a ride?"

"A GJ hoverjet should be around to pick you up in five minutes. I've tracked the location of Motor Ed to an empty industrial warehouse in New Jersey via satellite."

"Thanks Wade. I'll get Ron and we'll meet GJ in front of my house," Kim said as she ended the call and put the Kimmunicator back in her pocket.

Just then, Ron burst out his front door and just as quickly shut it, softly. He walked up to Kim panting a little. "One minute and thirteen seconds. I got my books, homework, Rufus in my pocket…"

"You can't stop it?" Kim couldn't help but ask him, teasingly.

"Can't top it, don't drop it, you might just pop it," Ron sang, playing along. "Rufus and Ron Stoppable, with-a girlfriend Kim Possible…"

"That's not how it goes," Kim said.

"Well, it is now."

"Yay-hey!" Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pocket.

Kim scoffed and grabbed Ron by the arm. "Come on."

"Uhhhh, KP, we're just going to school. No need to hurry," he said, confused.

"Change of plan, Motor Ed is up to some trouble again." Kim didn't have to ask him; she knew he would follow her to the ends of the earth without thinking twice. Okay, maybe he does complain a little sometimes, but wherever Kim would go, he would surely be there for her…

"So mission time then," Ron interrupted Kim's thoughts. "But uh, don't we have to change onto our mission clothes?"

"No time," she replied. "We have to grab our gear and then meet our ride outside my house. We can change on board."

Ron pulled himself up into the hole on the bottom of the hoverjet, and then he turned to help Kim up as she reached the opening. She gave him a look for a second before smiling and grasping his outstretched hands.

"What was that about?" Ron asked as the opening closed and the jet's engines roared to life.

"Oh, well the first thought that passed through my mind when I saw you trying to help me was that I didn't need any help pulling myself up, but then I saw the smile on your face and thought that it was nice to have someone help me up." Kim hugged him for a second before turning to the GJ pilot. "Is there a restroom in here? Ron and I need to change into our mission clothes."

Ron turned his head to Kim and said, "KP, this is not exactly the best time to be asking that question, considering that we're at thirty-thousand feet and there's no other place to change."

"Ron, I wasn't literally asking if there was a restroom; I was politely asking where it is and if we can use it. It would be rude to just go up to him and ask, 'Where's the restroom?'"

"Oh, right," Ron said, "I knew that."

"Riiiiiiiiiight," Kim said, looking to the side.

The pilot laughed at the conversation the two teens were having. "The restrooms are on your left, Miss Possible. However, the Men's room is closed for repairs because of a static charge buildup. One of our agents decided to use the toilet as a target for his stun watch."

"Will Du," Kim muttered.

"How… how did you know?" The pilot asked as he turned to face the two teens.

"Oh, he probably just got cocky after looking at himself in the mirror. The guy needs to get over himself," she replied, feeling satisfied after making fun of her most hated GJ agent.

"Well, I've heard you two are a couple now, so you won't mind sharing a room? We are only three minutes away from the drop zone," the pilot explained.

Kim turned beet red. Ron blushed slightly, but then motioned to the door to the restroom and said, "After you, KP."

"Wait, so you're not embarrassed at all about changing in the same room?" Kim asked, confused.

Ron looked at her like the answer was obvious. "Kim, you've already seen my pants fall off to many times to count." Ron stepped in the restroom after Kim and closed the door. "I figured this would be no different, except that now you're dropping you drawers as well." He waggled his eyebrows.

Kim slapped him on the arm. "Alright, alright already. I'll turn around while you do your thing," Ron said before Kim could get a word out of her mouth.

Kim grunted and said, "Ron, turn around and put your mission clothes on; we don't have the time." And I like the view from the front better, she thought.

Ron did as instructed, and they were out in less than a minute later. They did dress faster than expected, and they had a couple minutes to spare while waiting for the jump indicator to come on. Kim knew Ron hated freefalling, but he did it for her. And while she loved him for that, Kim was also felt a twinge of sadness that it took her so long to realize that she had feelings for him. He was the most dependable, loyal, and loving person that she had crossed paths with, and it took her fourteen years to understand that. Not to mention the countless times that their romance was hinted throughout their lives: the time when she went with Ron to his cousin's wedding so that he wouldn't have to sit at the kid's table (Ron had called her his 'date', but quickly corrected himself when Kim gave him a scowl), then when Kim was jealous about Ron going on a mission with Yori, even though she tried to hide it, and then again with the moodulator incident. Kim didn't know it beforehand, but after the whole moodulator sitch she realized that those unusual feelings that she had for Ron were really her crushing on him. The moodulator only amplified those feelings. Afterwards, she just tried to forget the whole thing and push those feelings out of the way, so as to keep from ruining their friendship. The other thing she didn't know, until the night of the diablos, was that Ron felt the same way about her, but also tried (but failed miserably) to keep them hidden. But Kim just ignored his unusual behavior, hoping that he'd come around when in fact a giant wedge had been stuck in their friendship because she fell for yet another 'golden' boy. Well, technically he turned out to be a synthodrone, which completely broke her. But then it was Ron, who was brave enough to admit his feelings that night in the storage room. The four words, "Out there, in here," had finally brought Kim to her senses, and it was just enough to salvage their friendship as well as allow them to enter something new, but satisfying. Kim finally felt like she had the right boyfriend. Ron wasn't exactly a 'hottie', but Kim found him ferociously handsome which she thought was better anyway.

As all that went through Kim's head, she wrapped her arms around Ron and laid her head on her favorite spot on his shoulder. Ron kissed her forehead and held her tight; it gave him comfort before he had to jump out of a jet. He loved her for just being Kim. He didn't care how long it took her to finally understand his feelings he had for her, just that she had accepted them. At first, he didn't want to take their relationship to the next level, because he was afraid it would ruin their friendship if something went wrong. He was especially afraid of that when things got serious with the moodulator. The kiss at her locker had been internally satisfying and had swept him off his feet (literally), but he still treasured his friendship with her above all else. And he was happy that it had all worked out in the end.

The light next to the door flashed red, and they prepared themselves, Ron ready to jump first. The light flashed five more times and then turned green. Ron jumped and let out a yelp, but then he saw Kim above him and he felt more at peace. The wind rushing past his face actually didn't feel deadly for once. It felt… calm. He closed his eyes and thought of Kim. He thought of their friendship and his love for her and what the future might hold. Ron didn't notice it, but he actually started to glow slightly blue. He felt so content that he forgot all about pulling his chute so early.

Kim had fallen faster than Ron, being that she kept her head pointed towards the ground. She just loved the adrenaline rush and the feel of the winds against her face. It was exhilarating. She pulled her chute open when she approached the two-hundred foot mark, and landed on the roof of a large warehouse. She looked up, expecting to still see Ron high above her since he usually pulls his chute early. But when she looked up, he was only fifty feet above her, and he hadn't pulled his chute. He just kept falling, falling, falling…

Author's notes:

This ends the first chapter, and by the way that it has turned out, I'm sure there will be many more to come. I purposefully ended this chapter in the middle of a suspenseful moment, because I needed a good place to split this chapter and the next one that I'm still working on. I wanted to get this one out because I've been working on it for four days and I know I don't like to wait. Also, I know that overall this chapter generally didn't have much action in it, but I believe the romantic parts of it make up for it; this chapter's purpose is mainly for plot development. The next chapter should have plenty of action.

Again, I am looking for someone to proofread my stories. I do go over them before publishing, but I am not very good at correcting mistakes myself.

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