Kim Possible: Bad Blood

First Stop

As soon as Kim stepped foot in the shower, she felt the instant relief of peace. A deep sigh left her lips as she felt the hot water begin to hit her skin. She slid the shower curtain shut, and finally began to enjoy her relaxation time. One hand propped against the wall under the shower head, she rested on her feet and hung her head with her eyes closed. Nothing had felt as good as this in days.

Her puffy and damp red hair flattened in seconds with the soaking water. Feeling the immediate relief, she let her mind wander. She started to turn her body to wash her left side, but as she did she felt an instant stinging in the back of her head where the water had hit. It quickly knocked her from her daze as she took her hand off the wall and grabbed the back of her head. When she looked down at the flowing waters on the ground, she saw it start to show hints of red.

A slight feeling of alarm, Kim starting feeling around her head to find the source of the pain. As the tips of her fingers ran through her thick hair, she felt an abrasive spot. It was clear that's where the pain was centered. When she brought her hand back to look at it, that's when she saw the blood. She could tell it was dried, but was rewet when the shower water hit it just right.

"Where did this come from?" She thought to herself, as she watched the crimson blood in the water begin to spiral into the drain. She ran the past day through her head, and started to wonder. The only real injury related incidents she had, had to be revolved around Shego. That's when her eyes narrowed as she finally remembered what happened.

A day ago when she encountered Shego and Drakken, Shego has kicked her into the side of a nearby building. The first thing she felt hit the wall was her skull. Sure she had hit the ground a couple more times after, but she was positive the wall is what did it. The raw strength of the woman's kick was powerful enough to crack solid cement. That had to be it.

Brushing the recently discovered injury off, she finally began to daydream once again. She closed her eyes, and let her mind spread farther than any galaxy. Thousands of things ran through the girl's mind. She may have been relaxing, but she was also taking this time to contemplate.

They were in quite the predicament. Never had Kim faced such a challenge. She—along with her and Ron's families—were on the run. Her. The Kim Possible, was on the run. The girl who could do everything.

But as she thought of the situation she was in, her relaxation was beginning to fade. Her mind was starting to cloud with stress and anxiety. Not just of what will happen to them, but about all those people in Yamanouchi. Dead. And the entire world is convinced she was responsible.

Kim Possible. She can do anything. But...

Apparently she can't save everyone.

The thought began to make her tighten her grip into a fist. Her eyebrows scrunched into a stressful frown. The feeling of hundreds dying in the push of a button. And she could have stopped it—she knew she could have stopped it. If only she had paid more attention to the outside world. Her and Ron were getting too caught up in their recently formed romance, that she began to lose sight of the rest of the world.

Completely unaware, Kim had placed her hand on the shower handle. Her grip was so tight on it, she began to feel the pain in her palm to the point where it knocked her clear from her daze.

When she looked down, she saw how white her hand was. She quickly released her grip, and realized how heavily she was breathing. Feeling the loss of air, she knew she had to calm down. Kim Possible doesn't get worked up like this.

This made her realize it was no longer smart to be left alone to her thoughts. She quickly reached for the nozzle again, but this time she turned it to turn off the shower. But the second time she grabbed it, she felt a small dent in the curve of it. When she took her hand off, she saw the dent was exactly where she was squeezing it.

"Geez.." She softly sighed to herself, realizing she was letting her emotions get the better of her. She quickly slid the shower curtain open, and stepped out of the tub.
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The exhausted redhead walked out of the bathroom, steam exiting right behind her. She whipped the towel from her hair, and shook her head vigorously to let her damp hair fall to its natural shape. Aware she had no other clothes other than the ones she had worn for nearly two days now, she now rocked a white hotel robe.

When she stopped out of the hot room, her gaze went straight to Ron. But stepping out of the bathroom fresh and clean, she was expecting Ron to instantly give her his puppy dog eyes at the sight of her. But surprisingly, he had not moved a muscle since she opened the door.

"I left you some hot water." She attempted to joke in a calm voice, but alas the blonde boy still didn't even acknowledge her. Now, this is when she knew something was off. Not even busting her for such a bad joke. Concerned, she finally began to walk her bare feet over to the bed.

The closer she got, she noticed his facial expression looked just as exhausted as her. But his seemed a little different somehow. Almost as if he was distressed..? And she knew it wasn't their current state. His droopy eyes were glued to the brainless tv screen, still keeping his lips sealed.

Kim finally grabbed the remote from his side, and muted the television. She sat down on the bed, only inches away from him.

"Ron. There's something bothering you." She plainly stated. He finally turned to look at her, but it was slow. This is where she finally got a good view of his tired and exhausted face. It was rare to see him without that ear-to-ear grin. He sighed deeply, as he rubbed his reddened eyes.

"Everything okay?" She turned her entire body to face him. When he looked back at her, it seemed like it was hard to look her in the eye. She even saw a lump in his throat. Why was this?

"They... held hearings." He finally spoke with an almost hoarse voice. He saw her raise a brow with confusion and sudden interest.

"About what happened in Yamanouchi. About us." He said with the same distraught voice. Her reaction seemed almost stunned, but with more misunderstanding.

"I.. I don't care. I don't care, Ron. Public opinion isn't really something that's on my mind right now."

"It isn't just public opinion, KP. This was the UN council. They think we're just vigilantes and pose a threat to society." Ron finally sat up and turned to face her.

"Well vigilante is sort of a lose term, Ron. What we do is—is different. We're not breaking the law trying to stop some burglars or end a drug cartel. We save people. We've stopped world domination countless times! Ya know, Drakken & Shego, Dementor, Gemini—even the likes of Monkey Fist!"

"But at what cost..?" Ron finally said, stopping the redhead cold. Her mouth hung open, as if she were about to speak. But nothing would come out. When she realized what he was getting at, she finally closed her jaw. She let out a deep sigh, and easily placed her hand on his back. She fixed her posture to sit sideways on her knees for better comfort.

"Ron... I know Yamanouchi meant a lot to you. And it's okay to mourn. Even in a time like th—

"I just can't believe it.. Its gone. Yamanouchi.. the students. Master Sensei... Yori. They're just all gone.." His voice began to drop.

The look of Kim's face changed in the blink of an eye. Finally a moment she wasn't concerned with their situation, she was concerned with Ron.

"Ron, I—
The girl stopped. There was nothing she could say. This wasn't the type of thing she could help patch up with her usual positivity. She was aware she just had to let this ride itself out.

She then placed her other arm around his other shoulder, and pulled him into her chest.
"It's okay... I'm here for you." Was all the young girl could say. She had never mourned, so telling her boyfriend she knew how he felt would be lying to him. She felt his head easily begin to shake. Not wanting to acknowledge it, but it was pretty clear he was crying. She wanted to make him feel better, but there was nothing that could be done. The only thing that could fix this, was time. Nothing more.