A/N: I don't really know where this idea came from. All I know is it popped into my mind at around 6:30 am while on the bus to school to take finals and wouldn't leave me alone. At least it was snowing, so that makes a bit of sense at least, lol. Personally, I love the first snow of the season and this year it was horribly late by me. A few mesely flakes fell the other day and didn't even stick (normally we'd be up to our knees in snow by now). Darn el nino. This is the first time I've written 'Little Kimmie,' so I hope all turns out ok : )

Disclaimer: I own nothing...nothing at all...(sniff)

Anyway! On to the story!

Kim stared out the window of her latest ride home from a mission, as small white flakes began to drift lazily from the overcast sky. Her spirits soared. The mission had been an easy success and now it had begun to snow; the first snow of the season was always her favorite.

She looked over warmly at Ron, her best friend boyfriend, who had his head propped up against the window asleep. He was the reason for her love of snow. It had been over a decade since that first time she had been aloud to go out and play in the fluffy white flakes. Naturally, Ron, at the time only a newly acquired friend, had been there with her to share the fun.

Anne Possible looked out at the white landscape through the kitchen window as still more snowflakes continued to fall, with no sign of letting up anytime soon. It was nice to get away from her three kids, no matter how much she loved them, for just a few moments.

The twins were almost six months old, keeping her and James on the run non-stop. But it was their red haired bundle of joy that was the true challenge. Little Kimmie was only four and was more of a handful than both Tim and Jim.

Last year it had taken all of the parent Possibles’ cunning to keep Kimmie from running about outside in the freezing cold. ‘Next year’ they had promised their over eager daughter. Now it was ‘next year.’

“Mommy, mommy, mommy! It snowed, it snowed! Can I go out and play? Pleeeeease?”

Anne jumped at her daughter’s sudden, unexpected appearance. “My, my, you’re turning into quite the little ninja,” Mrs. Dr. Possible chuckled.

Kimmie scrunched up her little nose in thought. “Ninja?” she said slowly, trying out the new word she just learned. “Do ninjas get to go out and play in the snow?” she piped up hopefully. “Puhweez?” Kimmie’s eyes grew round and pleading while her lower lip quivered.

Anne couldn’t resist that look. “Alright, you win. Go get the scarf and mittens.”

Kimmie squealed in delight and scampered into the living room. A chuckle behind her caused Anne to turn to look at the door. “Couldn’t resist The Pout, could you?” James Possible laughed again as he pulled off his snow-covered jacket. “I’d love to know where she got that…” he murmured partly to himself.

“Oh, honey, could you go and pick up some eggs later today? We need some for eggnog,” Anne asked, checking the fridge only to find a lone egg left.

James groaned. “Must I? I was just out…”

“Puhweez?”

James immediately turned to look at his wife. She was the mirror image to their daughter, doe-eyed and quivering lip.

“You! You taught our daughter that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anne said innocently. “I’m just asking my wonderful, handsome husband to pick up a couple of eggs.” Not once did her pout falter.

“Oh, how can I say no to that face,” Mr. Dr. Possible tried to sound glum, but did a poor job at it. He donned his jacket and headed back outside.

By the time James had returned Kimmie was just getting the final pieces of her snowsuit placed on. He sat the eggs down and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist as he watched his tiny daughter declare that she could her own snow cap on.

“It took that long to get her dressed?” He asked.

“Apparently you’ve never tried to get an excited four-year-old into a snowsuit before. As soon as you get it all on, it comes right back off for the sudden need for a potty break.” There was laughter in her voice.

“Ah, now I see why we kept putting this day off,” James reminisced. Their chat was broken by a thump at their legs. Kimmie had ran into her parents, her cap pulled so far over her eyes she couldn’t see a thing.

“Mommy, Daddy, I don’t like this hat. I can’t see nothin’!”

Anne chuckled and knelt down, fixing her daughter’s cap and revealing shining green eyes.

“You fixed it!” She didn’t wait for an answer before darting to the door and trying to reach the doorknob. The only problem was she was a good half a foot to short. Mr. Dr. Possible scooped her up until she could reach it on her own. “Thanks Daddy!” she called as she raced out into the snowy wonderland.

The parent Possibles followed, Anne bringing the baby monitor out to the porch with her.

There was and excited squeal from Kimmie when she saw a now familiar car drop off a very familiar blond haired boy. “Mommy Ron’s here! Can we play together? Can we please?”

James and Anne shared a humored look. “I think that will be alright,” she told her daughter who had shot off in the direction on the young boy the second her mother had finished her sentence.

“You know,” James said suddenly, looking thoughtfully at Ron, “it’s strange. I suddenly got the urge to begin working on a black hole experiment…” He looked truly perplexed.

Kim smiled as she remembered childhood memories. Outside, the small dusty flakes had begun to slowly grow larger and fall faster. The van came to halt. “This is my stop,” driver told her. “Are you sure you’ll be okay Miss Possible? It’s snowing pretty heavy out there.”

“No need to worry about Ron and me Mr. Folansker,” she replied kindly. “Our next ride will be arriving soon.”

He looked unsure, but didn’t protest as Kim woke Ron, and the two jumped out of the van by the bus stop. “Thanks again for the ride.”

“Oh, it was nothing really, Miss Possible. Not after the way you save my entire radio station.”

“It was no big. Anyone could have realigned a five hundred pound satellite at the top of a radio tower in raging winds.”

Mr. Folansker just chuckled. “If you say so.”

The two teens waved as the van drove away. The cold of the winter day didn’t bother her at all; her specially designed snow suite invented by Wade ensured that.

For a time Kim watched the neighboring kids in the area sled down their yards and play with their friends in the first snow of the season. She turned around to face Ron, a knowing smile spread across his face mirroring hers.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arm round her waist. “Just because we’re not at home doesn’t mean we should break our life long tradition.”

Kim smiled, memories flooding back over her.

“Ron!” Kimmie called to her newest friend giving only a moments notice before bowling him over.

“Kim!” A big goofy grin broke out on his little freckled face despite the fact he had just been pinned in the snow.

Kimmie backed off her friend, allowing him to stand before she started talking again. “This is my first time out in the snow! What about you?”

“Well this is Rufus’s first time ever, too,” Ron said pointing to his imaginary friend. “But I’ve already been out in the snow before lots of times.”

“Really?” Kimmie looked at him in wide-eyed awe. “How many times?”

“Well uh,” he stammered at first before gaining a confident air about him, “elevendy-million times!”

“Have not!” Kimmie taunted, disbelieving him.

“Have too!”

“Prove it!”

“How?”

Kimmie paused and thought over their problem. “I got it! If you can beat me to that big snow pile over there then I’ll believe you,” she replied, confident, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ron paled a little. “I don’t know Kim, that’s really far away.”

“If you win,” Kimmie continued as if her friend hadn’t complained, “then I will believe you and give you all my cookies during snack time for the next week.” Ron perked up some at this. “But if I win,” she smiled, her eyes glittering, “then you gotta give me all your cookies for the next week and call me KP from now on.”

“KP? What’s a KP?”

“It’s a specialer version of my name silly! My Mommy says that I’m gonna be a ninja and all good ninjas gotta have cool ninja names,” she replied in full confidence, despite the fact she still had no clue what a ninja even was.

“Alright, I’m in,” Ron mumbled. “First one to the snow pile wins.”

“First one to the top of the snow pile.”

“What, hey that wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Readysetgo!” Kimmie bolted, leaving only puffs of snow behind her.

“Ah! Kim wait! No fair!”

Kimmie was already sitting triumphantly at the top of the mountain of snow by the time Ron had managed to waddle up to it, his snowsuit making him look wider than he was tall. “I win, I win, I win,” she sang from her vantage point.

Ron flopped down in the snow and didn’t move. “C’mon, Ron, you gotta call me by my ninja name now! I won fair and square!” Still the young boy didn’t move. Fluffy white flakes were beginning to cover him.

“Ron? Ron are you okay?” Kimmie asked, beginning to get worried. She slid down from her perch and neared him. Suddenly, with a burst of snow, Ron jumped up, snowball in hand and a grin on his face.

Kimmie tried to throw a snowball at him, but missed as he tackled her into the soft snow.

“Missed me missed me, now you gotta kiss me,” he sang the age old rhyme. A sly smirk came across Kimmie’s small face. She did just that.

Ron sprang off her as if she had electrocuted him. “Blah!” He kept rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his glove where Kimmie had kissed him. “I wasn’t being serious!” he whined. “Now I’m gonna get cooties!”

Kimmie took this as her chance. She returned the tackle and pinned him. “Aww, c’mon Kim lemme up.”

“It’s KP now,” she said, grinning. “And not till you promise me somethin’.”

“Umm, okay…KP.”

“We’re gonna stay best friends forever.”

“Of course!”

“Good.” She nodded her little head matter-of-factly. “And every year we’re gonna spend the first snow of the winter together.”

“As, long as there’s no more kissing!”

“Fine,” Kimmie sighed and rolled her eyes but still smiling. “And one day we’re gonna build an igloo and camp in it like the essymos.”

“Cool! As long as you let Rufus help, too,” Ron cried, instantly forgetting about his ‘cooties.’ “What’s an essymo?”

“I think it’s a ninja from Canada.”

“I wanna be an essymo when I grow up,” Ron chirped.

“Kid’s time to come in! I don’t want you catching a cold!” Kimmie’s mom called from the front porch.

Reluctantly, she and Ron stood, dusting the snow off their suites. They began to head back to the house when Kimmie stopped her friend. “One more deal.”

“What’s that?”

“I promise not to kiss you again so long as you always follow all of our agreements.”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. “Agreed Kim.”

At that another sly smile crept across her cute face. Ron’s eyes went wide; he already knew what that look meant. “Oh no, what’d I forget?” He quickly scanned his memory to what he had agreed to.

“I thought we agreed you’d call me KP,” she said in a sweet, innocent voice. “You know what that means.”

“Aww, man…”

“Hey, KP, I got an idea. Gimmie a couple minutes. No peaking!” the blonde called back excitedly.

What’s he up to now? Kim thought fondly as she watched her boyfriend begin making a pile of snow. Deciding to humor him, Kim turned away to watch the neighborhood kids play.

Beep Beep Be Beep.

“What’s the sitch Wade?”

“Sorry Kim, your ride can’t make it in all this snow. I’ve called in GJ to pick you up, but it will be at least ten minutes until they arrive. Will you and Ron be okay?”

Kim shot a glance over to where the blonde was presently conversing with his naked mole rat, Rufus, beside a now huge mound of snow. “I think we’ll manage,” Kim told the young genius, grinning.

“I’m glad,” he replied before signing off.

Some time later Kim heard Ron’s footsteps crunching in the snow behind her. A pair of hands snaked around her face and covered her eyes. “Don’t open your eyes ‘till I tell you,” Ron told her.

Kim chuckled. “Apparently, I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

She was blindly led by Ron for a few steps. When he uncovered her eyes Kim gasped at the sight before her. The most perfectly formed igloo sat glittering in the snow. “Ron…how?”

The blonde held out her laser lipstick. “It worked wonders.”

“You learned how to use it?” Kim asked, incredulous.

“Of course!” There was an irritated ‘hrmm’ from his pocket, and when Kim looked down she saw Rufus poking his small paws to his hips. The miniature scarf, mittens and cap made it all the funnier. “Oh, okay, fine. Rufus may have helped a little.” Kim and Rufus gave him an identical look. “Okay he helped a lot.”

“It doesn’t matter who built most of it. It’s the thought. And that came from you.” For a while the two teens merely held each other, enjoying the other’s presence and letting the snow fall unchecked in their hair.

Ron finally spoke up. “Hmm, he we are together during the first snow of the season with and igloo. Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something?” He gave her that goofy grin which she loved so much, making it clear that he hadn’t forgotten anything. “Maybe you could help me remember, Kim.” He gave just the slightest emphasis on her name.

Kim gave him that same smile she had given him over twelve years ago. “That’s not my essymo name,” she said, remembering her old word for Canadian ninjas. “And you know what that means…”

“Aww, man.” Ron was smiling down at his girlfriend, no longer afraid of cooties. She pecked the tip of his nose and he blushed. “Is that all your boyfriend gets for making the most badical igloo for the most badical gf?”

Kim grinned up at him. “Well I suppose I can break tradition for you.”

“Not break, Kim, improve.”

“Hmm, I like the sound that. And there you go again, using my real name again. Won’t you ever learn?”

A thoughtful look came over Ron’s features for a moment. “Nope. I think-“

He never finished his sentence. Kim’s lips over his had silenced him quite efficiently.

“I like tradition,” Kim murmured once the pair had separated, only out of the need for air.

“Mhmm.”

The two rested their foreheads against each other, letting the cold snowflakes melt on their flushed cheeks. They looked up at the sound of engines above them. The familiar form of a Global Justice jet landed nearby.

“I wish we could stay here longer,” Ron mused sadly.

“Oh come on Ron cheer up,” Kim said sweetly. “Once we get home we can get some hot cocoa. And then,” her voice took on a different tone, “I think we could spend some more time ‘improving’ our traditions.”

That got Ron’s attention. “C’mon,” he took her hand in his and pulled her towards their ride, “what are we doing keeping GJ waiting around for us?”

Yup, Kim loves snowflakes. And now Ron does, too. Don't forget to drop a review on the way out : )