First let me apologize for taking so long to finally post this last chapter. I don't have any real good excuses, so I won't bore you with any.

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Disclaimer: One last time for this story… The KP Characters are not owned by me, and the OC of mine named 'Moriarty' has nothing to do with the character in the Sherlock Holmes stories…

Last time on The Power of Kim:

Taking the knife in both hands while still sitting on Kim's waist, Moriarty raised himself up. Before he could even begin the downward strike that was about to take away his helpless victim's life, a shot rang out and the force of a .38 caliber bullet slammed into his left shoulder, making him twist to one side. Only then did Moriarty look up to see Kim's father, Dr. James Possible, standing with the still smoking barrel of the .38 pistol he had dropped earlier.

…x x x x…

And now the conclusion of "The Power of Kim"…

In his pain and confusion at being shot in the shoulder, Moriarty didn't notice the quick movements of James and Anne. Mr. Dr. Possible performed a flying tackle and easily knocked the mad man off of his daughter, and Anne was immediately at Kim's side, checking out her wound.

After James and Moriarty tumbled away, the two ended up separated from each other. The knife had flown from Moriarty's grip while they had tumbled, and James had dropped the gun immediately after he had fired, so neither had a weapon of any kind.

Moriarty was the first to stand up, and as James was coming up on all fours, Moriarty delivered a kick to the man's chest, flipping him over on his back. "You Possible's are an infuriating bunch of pests!"

Just as he brought back his leg to kick at his adversary's face, two small forms gang tackled him at the knees, making the deranged man fall once again to the floor. This time he performed a flawless face plant with a smack that immediately brought blood to both his mouth and nose.

Turning his head to lift himself from the floor, Moriarty spat out some blood. As he raised himself up with his arms, he growled out "You little whelps will p…"

Before he could finish, his eyes suddenly rolled back into his head, and he dropped back to the floor, unconscious. Behind him stood Anne Possible with a now empty needle and syringe, and a positively evil smile on her face.

"What was that?" James asked as he stood back up wincing from the pain in his chest.

"Oh, just a little something I carry with me at all times. You never know when an emergency might arise that a person needs to be subdued for some reason or another." Her husband had a surprised look on his face, realizing that his wife must have always had this particular item with her almost 24-7. "Really James... With everything that goes on in this family, and me working in a Hospital where almost anything can happen, you honestly didn't think I wouldn't be prepared?"

After a quick look of acceptance for his wife's explanation, James then asked the logical next question. "How's Kimmie-Cub?"

"I was able to slow the bleeding a little, and she should be OK. I don't think it hit anything important inside her. It looks like the blade went straight in, and then straight back out, although we should get her to the hospital as soon as we can. I already called Wade on Kim's Kimmunicator to get an ambulance here.

"What about Ronald here?" James said as he took a step towards the prone blond boy, and he was rewarded with a groan from Ron. "Looks like he's coming around now."

"I'm going to go help Kimmie while you give Ron a hand, Dear." Anne said as she noted the fact that her boys were now tying the unconscious form of Moriarty up to one of the chairs that they had been previously tied into. "But first, I'll need this." She then grabbed onto her husband's shirt at the shoulder, and with a strong yank, she literally ripped the sleeve off of James.

After a yelp of protest, her husband grumbled at the loss of his shirtsleeve, and then James went over to Ron and helped him to sit up on the floor, and almost immediately the younger of the two brought a hand to his head. "Oh man… What the heck happened?"

"Moriarty hit you in the face with some kind of knock-out gas and you were down for the count." Was the reply. "We had quite a go with this guy, but he's now subdued and tied up."

"Where's K…" Ron started to say while looking around, and then his eyes landed on the prone form of his girlfriend, lying next to a small pool of blood, and her mother leaning over her.

Immediately Ron stood up, and because he hadn't completely recovered from the knock-out gas and the fact that he stood up too fast, his knees buckled, causing James to catch Ron by the elbow. "Easy there, Ronald. Anne said she should be OK."

"Take me to her, please." Ron said after squeezing his eyes together and shaking his head in an effort to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

With Mr. Dr. Possible at his side, Ron was able to walk/wobble over next to Kim and he sat down hard on the floor taking her hand in his. After gingerly touching the makeshift bandage Anne had made with a sleeve of James' shirt, he asked "Wh… what happened?"

"To sum things up, Moriarty stabbed Kim in the stomach, and the rest of us took him out."

Ron looked over at the unconscious form of the mad man while his head was slumped to his chest, and noticed the red splotch on his left shoulder. "Was he… shot?" Anne didn't say anything, and just nodded. "By… who?"

Anne indicated her husband with movement of her head, and Ron looked up at Kim's father, who was standing opposite him on the other side of Kim. He moved one arm a bit and brought his other hand to the side of his chest before saying "And I paid a bit of a price for doing that. But it was SO worth it." He then finished with a bit of a sneer on his face.

A light cough was heard from Kim, and Ron looked down to see her slowly coming around. Ron responded by quietly asking, "How are you feeling?"

"I… I can't believe…" Kim winced a little as she struggled to speak, "That Moriarty got the drop on me. I…" Again she winced and coughed a bit. "I… should have been more aware of my surroundings."

The sound of an ambulance then came to everyone's ears, and Anne glanced at her watch with a slightly perturbed look on her face. "Finally."

Kim then slowly brought her bloody hand up to Ron's face as tears were now falling feeling down his cheeks. "Don't cry for me Ronnie… I'm not dead yet. Just… just don't do anything that would… make me angry with you."

Bringing his face down close to his girlfriend, Ron swallowed hard before speaking. "I love you Kim, with all my heart and soul. Please don't leave me… I could never live with… without you." His voice hitched with emotion as Kim's eyes slowly closed and she lost consciousness once again from her loss of blood.

Then Ron heard a voice that he SO did not want to hear. "How touching." It was Moriarty, as he had finally come to from being knocked out by the syringe of Dr. Possible's. "Now that your Dear Kim Possible is either dead or dying, I can finally claim victory over you. I may not have killed you, Mr. Stoppable, but I have gotten rid of what you live for… and that's just as good."

"Shut up." Was all Ron could respond with, as he started to shake with anger.

"Is that all you can think of to say Mr. Stoppable? I've killed your Love, and you are now a broken man. I've done far worse than kill you. I've killed all that you live for… all that you are." By now Ron was squeezing his eyes shut tightly, trying to hold in what Kim had warned him about, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He SO did not want to lose his temper, especially not in front of the rest of the Possible family. But as hard as he tried to hold it back, a blow glow started to seep from behind his eyelids, and it was growing in intensity.

Ron suddenly stood with his back to Moriarty, and Mr. and Mrs. Possible, along with Jim and Tim, could see the struggle he was having in holding back his emotions. Jim and Tim were particularly interested in the strange blue glow that was behind Ron's eyes, and now appeared to be in the palms of his now clenched fists. A strange blue light, accentuated with spots of blackness, burst from between his fingers and engulfed both of his hands. Ron then turned around and opened his eyes, looking directly at the man who had brought on this anger.

One corner of his mouth ticked up, forming a sneer on his face, and for a split second Moriarty once again felt that strange emotion called 'fear'. Just as quickly as it appeared on his face it was gone, and he spoke with an air of defiance.

"From Hell's heart, I stab at thee." Ron took one step towards the man, and then Moriarty calmly said, "For Hate's sake… I spit my last breath… at thee."

A low growl emanated from Ron's throat before his body was completely covered in the blue and black energy, and the next thing that was heard was what sounded like a thousand screaming monkeys.

Ron raised a foot, and brought it down hard on the cement, causing a crack to immediately form and move along the floor towards Moriarty. It continued on underneath his chair, and as it approached the partitioned wall, the framework and plasterboard crumbled, leaving about a 20 foot gap in the fake perimeter so that everyone could see the opposite wall of the warehouse.

The crack continued on to the wall of the building and moved up the wall itself, and then back along the ceiling in the opposite direction. It stopped just above where Moriarty sat, dropping a few grains of cement down onto his lap. Everyone, including Ron's target, followed this crack to it's termination, as there was no ceiling over the partitioned off area of the warehouse.

Moriarty huffed out a chuckle and said, "Is that all you got? I'm quite disap…" Suddenly a shudder was felt through the entire building.

The smaller door that was near the roll-up entrance opened, and a man's voice yelled inside. "Hello in there! Are there people inside this building? We can't enter as it appears the building is no longer structurally sound! We need to…

"Don't come in!" Anne yelled back. "We're coming out now!"

"Jim! Tim!" Their dad yelled, "Get outside now! We'll be right behind you!" He then turned back to Ron and they all heard another loud crack! come from the ceiling, and the crack that was there before was now about a foot wide, and crumbling.

"Ronald!" James yelled over the low rumble that was now starting as the structure started to slowly fall apart. "You carry Kimmie! I can't because I think I've got a cracked rib or two! Anne…" He winced a bit in pain and quickly brought his arm up to his side to help support the damaged ribs.

"I'm helping you!" She responded, as Ron carefully picked up his girlfriend.

As they started out the building, Ron yelled out, "What about Moriarty?"

No one said anything at first, but then James responded, though tight lipped, "We can get him later." Another loud crack was heard, and more debris fell from the roof as the building continued to weaken around them.

After rushing out the door, they immediately ran into the ambulance crew, who had a gurney ready, on which Ron laid Kim before saying turning around and saying, "I'm going back to…"

A fatherly hand landed on Ron's shoulder, stopping him. "You know he deserves to die for what he's done to you and Kim, and everyone here."

"I know Mr. Dr. P. But I don't want any death, even one such as Moriarty's, on my hands." Without another word, Ron disappeared inside the building as a plume of dust escaped out of the opening. Everyone else backed away to get clear of the building so none of them would get hurt.

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Just after Ron entered back inside, a large cement beam crashed down a few feet from the door, causing him to jump out of the way and land on his stomach. Coughing, he pushed himself up and squinted his eyes as falling debris and dust obscured his vision.

"Moriarty!" He yelled. "Are you still in here?"

Heading in the direction where he thought that Moriarty was tied up, Ron tripped over a piece of cement, making him stumble a bit. Just as he regained his feet under him, Ron saw the chair that Moriarty had been tied up in, and it was empty. The only things left were a few strands of rope that had been used to tie him up.

Another loud crack caused the entire building to shudder once again, almost knocking Ron off his feet, and before he could do anything else, a large chunk of cement fell from the ceiling and crushed the chair where his antagonist had been tied up.

All Ron could do was stand and look at where Moriarty had been sitting, not knowing exactly what to do next. He was… frozen with indecision. Then he heard a voice behind him calling his name, and Ron whirled around, expecting Moriarty. But it was Kim's dad, and he had a shoulder sling on, holding his arm across his chest, supporting the damaged ribs.

"Ronald! We've go to get out of here! This whole place is going to collapse any second! Did you find Moriarty?" All Ron could do was point at the chunk of cement, and the small pieces of splintered wood that was now in front of it.

James' voice went low and his hand gently lay on Ron's shoulder. "You couldn't have done anything Ronald."

"I… I know sir." Was all the blond boy could say.

"Now let's get out of here before this place makes pancakes of us as well!"

With that said, both headed towards the exit, shielding themselves from falling debris, and dodging more chucks of ceiling as the place literally started to crumble around them. When they arrived at the exit, the beam that had fallen in front of the door left a small area large enough so they could only squeeze through one at a time. James started to push Ron forward, but Ron immediately twisted around behind him.

"No way! You first Mr. Dr. P.!" Not wanting to argue the point, James slipped through the small area, and made it out the door.

Ron was left inside for a moment, and he looked around the immediate area one last time, marveling that he had brought this place down just by stomping his foot on the floor. For a split second he thought he saw a dark figure running and ducking through the dust filled air, but then it was gone. Then a hand reached out from behind the fallen cement support, and yanked him through the small area and out of the building.

Coughing and hacking in an attempt to clear his dust-filled lungs, Ron was able to open his eyes to see who had yanked him back outside. It was Kim's mom.

"My daughter told you not to do anything stupid Ronald. But… did you find him?" Ron's response was to shake his head side to side, and then Anne led him next to the ambulance where he sat down on the rear bumper. While placing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose she said, "Breathe deep. This will help clear out your lungs."

After a coughing fit that lasted for about 15 seconds, Ron was able to speak. First he tried to remove the mask, but Anne would have nothing to do with that, and forced it back onto his face.

So Ron's voice was muffled when he asked, "How's Kim?" All Anne did was point behind him inside the ambulance to where she was being tended.

This time Ron took off the oxygen mask without resistance from the Good Doctor, and he went right to Kim's side, taking her hand in his. Opening her eyes slowly, Kim turned her head towards Ron and smiled.

"She's stabilized, but we still need to get her to the hospital." The Paramedic said next to Ron, and then mumbled under his breath, "You have one minute…" before ducking out the back.

Kim brought her other hand over herself and held tightly on to Ron's hand with both of hers. She struggled to talk, but was able to speak beneath her oxygen mask. "Is he… gone?"

"I… I'm not sure Kim. I'm not sure." He then leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on her forehead, eliciting a smile on the red head's face.

Suddenly Ron's face went dark and he spoke with a slight malevolence. "I swear Kim… if we ever run into Moriarty again, before he can even BLINK, I'm going to…"

"Ronnie… please…" Kim said, and once again placed a hand on the side of his face. "Don't obsess yourself over that… please? For me?"

Ron then saw something that immediately smoothed out the lines of his face, and made him smile. Kim was trying to do a Puppy Dog Pout from underneath the oxygen mask. He was amazed that even lying on a gurney in the back of an ambulance, with an oxygen mask covering her face, Kim could still make him feel… special.

Shaking his head with the smile still on his face, Ron said "Kim, Kim, Kim… Just what is this power that you have over me?"

All she could do or say in response was smile back at him.

The end…

Well folks… I'm still not 100 percent sure if this will be the last of this series. Hence the ambiguous ending. Moriarty could be dead… yet not.

I just hope y'all liked the story!