Oh, my readers. I've read the mail-all the reviews-all the story alerts-all the story fav's. Even all the PM's. Am I ever gonna finish this fic?

Heavens to Betsy, yes. But I keep hitting snags on the pivotal chpt-The Turning Of The Tide.

I was watching So The Drama back in spring, around Memorial Day-and this story came into thought. And the thing sort of came together this morning, four months later. I know it's not what y'all were expecting-but I crave your patience.

Is this a songfic? (Shrug.) If it is, it's my first.

I envy and admire my folk Love Robin, Captainkodak, Mr. Wizard, et al, who can crank 'em out-but this is a twice-told tale of the Glacially Slow Writer. Let my stories speak for me-the love I bear for the art of writing and the characters I portray.

The characters- by McCortle, Schooley, Loter, Disney. The story-taken from Kim Possible-So The Drama.

Yori's non-canon last name-Kamsumi-is by CaptainKodak 1 and is used with permission. Tara's non-canon last name-Sweetwater-in mine.

The song is entitled Why Don't You Kiss Her and is written by Jason Blume. Sung by Jesse McCartney.

Campy has a story-Latin Lovers with a chpt entitled Amor vincit omnia ...-Love conquers all.

May Love conquer all. May we turn each to our family, friends, and lovers and say what we need to say-that we blew it-that we care-whatever is called for. May we be gathered into the tender embrace-both human and Divine. As the hymn says-Safe In The Everlasting Arms. Vaya con Dios.

SAY SOMETHING, RON

chpt 11

Why don't you just tell her?

Kim was tied up to the fake saguaro cactus as securely as a hunting boot laced up. Ron was likewise lashed securely to a giant burrito.

While Kim howled in anguish at the deception of her fake boyfriend, the assumed death of her partner, and the pending deaths of her family, friends, and unsuspecting innocents all over the world, Ron's lamentations were of a more private kind.

He did not hear the wailing of the girl he loved-except perhaps deep within his own unconscious-and he might have mistaken it or his own heart's cry-for it is often a sad irony in this world that lovers are aware of each others' pain-but cannot comfort each other for their own inner hurt. And they are unable to reveal that inner hurt to each other out of a sense of shame

We're the best of friends-

In his mind's world, Ron was in the hallway of Middleton High School, walking toward his mission partner and best friend-his mind was made up-he would say something-his hand was up to catch her attention-his lips were open, ready to pour forth his declarations

-And we share our secrets.

And then Kim closed her locker door-and Erik was on the other side-and they smiled at each other.

She knows everything-

In his mind's world, Ron sat on the teeter-totter at the school playground. In his mind's eye, he saw Erik pushing Kim on a swing.

-That is on my mind.

In his mind's world, Ron sat in the Bueno Nacho booth across from Kim and Erik.

Why don't you kiss her?

In his mind's eye, he saw them feed each other nacho chips. Kim had a shy smile on her face and glanced bashfully at Erik.

Why don't you tell her?

It was exquisite agony. Ron leaned his elbows on the table and heaved a sigh like his heart would crack in half. She had never looked this way for anyone else-not Walter Nelson-not Bobby Johnson-

Why don't you let her see -

-Not even Josh Mankey.

-The feelings that you hide?

He never saw that look in in Zita Flores's eyes for him. He tried to remember if that look was in Tara Sweetwater's eyes-or in Yori Kansumi's eyes. He tried to remember what he might have done or said to cause the look.

She'll never know-

In his mind's world, he was putting along on his beat-up old scooter. And Erik flashed by on his Nihonda RPM-a wicked badical machine-which Ron would've noticed any other time-had not his mind's eye caught a glipmpse of Kim seated behind Erik-hugging him 'round the waist-leaning her head against him-her face a portrait of living bliss.

Kim turned briefly and finger-waved. A cute little finger-wave-the same kind she had given him when she was Moodulated-the same kind that had freaked him out at that time.

His mind's world rolled to a halt-just like the scooter. A little girl riding a tricycle stared at him.

-If you never show-

Kim receded into the distance, her red ponytail flipping from under another boy's bike helmet.

-The way you feel inside.

His mind's eye stared longingly after her-and filled with stinging tears. His mind's self bowed its head to the scooter handlebars-and wept.

to be continued