Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Understatement

The Possibles

Kim and her family were confined to their own complex. It was identical to that of Shego's, with a small kitchen, living room, two bathrooms and two bedrooms. After such a long and ridiculous day, James and Ann secluded themselves to their designated room. They wanted nothing more than a deep sleep. But not Kim.

As usual, the eldest Possible sibling couldn't sleep. She stayed up wide awake in the living room, pacing back and forth with the television playing with low volume. Various empty drink containers scattered across the living room, as well as small items of food.

She was just so restless. And not the restlessness she usually felt. No, that was much worse. Everything that was happening—this strange world she didn't recognize—was beginning to be too much for her. How much more of it could she take before it finally—

The living room doorknob turns. Kim's scattered brain immediately locked completely on the door. Her feel froze still where she stood.

The door finally opened, revealing Ron. He was in his Black Lotus attire, with his sword—the sword—sheathed. He pulled his hold back down and threw his mask on the table by the door. Kim could see the look on his face. He was exhausted.

"Did you find out anything?" Kim immediately asked.

"Well, I got Hench to talk. It turns out Eric contacted him for his special connections. The remnants of the comet. They're being hidden in Texas." Ron spilled about his evening, as he dropped down to the couch. He groaned in relief over his sore body finally sitting on something soft.

"Texas? Did you tell—

"I already told the Director." Ron cut her off. His tone sounded more annoyed than anything, but she knew it wasn't aimed at her. If he got Hench to talk, why was something bothering him?

"Well, great. We find the comet remains, we find Eric. Simple as that." Kim's voice shifted to a more positive tone. But as she said that, she noticed Ron's already baggy eyes dropped even lower with a frown. She stared at him for a brief moment. He could feel her eyes look him up and down.

"What's bothering you?" She calmly asked. He made eye contact her for a short second, then looked down at the floor. Now she knew something was on his mind. He was never good at hiding things from her. He stood up from the couch, and attempted to walk to Kim's room to get changed back into nice, warm sleeping clothes. But, she grabbed his wrist to stop him from doing so. He quickly looked down, then back up at her with an eyebrow raised.

"There's something you're not telling me." Her voice started to harden. As did her grip on his wrist. He completely turned around to look at her, causing her to release. He sighed deeply, and put both of his hands on her waist. Whatever he was hiding from her, it wasn't good. She had a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Kim.. Director Scott doesn't want you to go when we infiltrate his hideout."

She froze. Her entire body was motionless, as if time itself had stopped in place.

"What." She said sternly.

"Kim, listen. He's a government official. He knows about your rough and aggressive past with Eric. He could pull any string he wanted, and have you forced to stay here, if he wanted to. But here—

"There's no way in hell I'm sitting this out, Ron. If he thinks he can just go off and solve my problem, and take down the person who's made my life a an emotion, aggressive wreck, then he's a bigger dumbass than I thought." She began to rant. Loudly.

"I know you wouldn't go without me either, so I already know for damn sure that—

"KP... I told him.. I told him I agreed with him." His voice shook. Kim's face dropped instantly. It was a reaction that broke Ron's heart to see. She grabbed his hands and threw them off her waist. It was the look of betrayal. A look she had only given him one other time.