I wrote this for an English revision class, and thought it might be good enough to put up here.
This is the first time I've written a Kim Possible fic, so if the characters go out of character, sorry.I didn't mean too.
Which reminds me,
DISCLAIMER
I don't own Kim Possible, characters, etc. I own the story and The Visitor, oh and the house where it's set, i own that too.
Read and review please, but don't flame, cos its just not nice (that and I'll just ignore you)
I hope you Enjoy it,

Dearing


THE VISITOR

BY DANIEL DEARING

It was a dark and stormy night.

The wind battering at my house like no tomorrow, the nearby trees scrapping against the glass.

I was sitting in my chair by the fire when he came,

The Visitor in the night.

He knocked at the door with rapt efficiency, his clenched fist banging hard three times on the wooden surface.

He now stood before me, his jet black hair damp and matted from the lashing rain, droplets dripping slightly from his dark flowing trench-coat, spots of water dashing his midnight glasses.

He called himself The Watcher, and he said he had been watching me.

He knew a lot about me. He knew I had been going through a troubled time of my life.

He knew I had just been fired from my job at Global Justice, that my boyfriend had dumped me and my parents had abandoned me because of it, leaving me alone in this house I rented out on the edges of Middleton, alone with my thoughts.

"And what would you suggest I did about it?" I asked venomously, "I suppose you're my Guardian Angel or something?"

He said nothing for a moment, only a hint of a small side-ways smile making its way onto his lips.

"Of course not," he replied dryly in that low, deep voice of his, "I am only a watcher. I observe and attempt to help where I can."

I folded my arms roughly across my chest, my long auburn hair falling across my face from the gesture.

"Sounds a lot like a Guardian Angel,"

The Visitor sighed and finally removed his glasses, revealing a pair of hazel brown eyes, filled with such sympathy it almost broke my heart even more.

"If you see me as a Guardian Angel, Ms. Possible," he said quietly as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face, "Then so be it. I am here to suggest, not force you to do things you don't want to do."

I faltered as I stared up at him as he continued.

"There is a young man however that maybe more of an angel then me. I've seen him around, mostly when you and Eric were together.

"When your boyfriend broke up with you, you should have seen the look on his face. He looked like…like he wanted to pull you into his embrace, and tell it was all alright as you cried your sorrows away. However the poor boy seemed to falter as you ran towards his hiding place, and in a flash of blond, he was gone."

I froze up. Was he talking about Ron?

Before I could ask more, he had replaced his glasses and looked ready to leave.

"If I didn't know better," he said calmly, "I'd say he had an attraction to you. I have never seen such love and adoration in a person's eyes before.

If I were you…Kim, I'd look into it."

I stared at him blankly as he turned and left the doorstep, his trench-coat flapping out behind him as he disappeared into the night.

The moment he was out of sight, I slammed the door shut and headed straight for the phone, dialling Ron's number as fast as I could.

"Hello?"

My voice caught in my throat as as I heard his voice, hardly daring to answer.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

I took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Hi Ron? It's Kim…"


I know it's short, but hey it was just something i came up with in class.
If i get some positive reviews, i may add to it a bit more, but it really depends.

again read and review, but don't flame.

Dearing.