Before we begin, thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on my story. It's taken a lot of effort and I'm grateful to everyone who has taken time out of their lives to read it. It motivates me to get the chapters out more quickly, and at long last, this story is complete!

Without further ado, the final chapter.

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"Just a few more minutes," Ron muttered to himself. But each and every second felt like they would drag on forever. This wasn't how he had planned this. He had envisioned it to be very different, a happier occasion, a gateway to a better future.

I'd better get ready for it. Ron stated. No use in putting off the inevitable. There was a certain depressing feeling about it, though, not something he had ever expected. It was Graduation Day, and it meant that he'd never have to go back to Middleton High again. While not on the scale of Camp Wannaweep, it still held plenty of unpleasant memories, and he had no plans to return.

Of course, there were worse things, as events of the last month had proved. Kim's disappearance had thrown everyone into chaos, and his emotions were frayed, as he made choices he would have never previously imagined. Ron still considered it a miracle that he had actually survived it and even though he put on a brave front to his parents when he left, inside, he believed that he would not be coming back.

"Five minutes, Ron!" His mom called from downstairs. "Are you ready?"

"Almost; give me a minute!" Ron shouted back as he adjusted his graduation gown just where he wanted it to be. He might as well look good for the performance, even though he'd likely be bored out of his mind, if the rehearsals were any indication of the real thing. Barkin had refused to let him out of it, even though he came up with every excuse he could.

Ready as I'll ever be, Ron shrugged, grabbing a small pebble about a centimeter in diameter. Focusing intently, he elevated it in midair, sending it almost to the ceiling. When Ambrose showed him how effective telekinesis could be, lifting up many tons of objects, Ron had endeavored to learn it for himself. It proved to be a difficult task. It was three days before he was able to lift anything and after two weeks of practice, lifting a small pebble was about as much as he could currently manage.

Slowly, he moved it horizontally, never taking his eyes off it. However, a knock on the door interrupted his concentration and the pebble fell to the ground. "Ron, it's time to go!" His mom insisted, knocking over and over again.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Ron informed her. "Don't forget: they're sending us to this sober graduation thing as well. It's at the closest bowling alley to the school and lasts until around midnight."

"Oh, thank you, Ron; I'd forgotten." His mother smiled. Ever since his ordeal, his parents had been giving him more affection, and she pulled him into a hug. He returned it awkwardly, not sure of what to say. It was not something he was used to and even unnerved him to a certain degree. "Henry, did you remember the camera?"

"I got it, honey." His father responded.

"There is such a thing as a smartphone, you know." Ron reminded, not that he expected her to listen. He walked down the stairs, everything around seeming surreal to him. Oh, he knew he wasn't going to be able to move out for some time. His grades had improved his senior year, but not enough to give him many scholarships. Paying for the junior college was going to be difficult enough, and finding a job would be even more difficult.

When they had him pose for a picture, he did his best to give them a genuine smile, knowing what it meant for them to see him graduation. Ron's smile didn't meet his eyes, though. He almost never smiled anymore, not since the fight with Ambrose. Not since he saw Kim standing beside him, fighting beside him, protecting her kidnapper... her brother.

That was what did it, he believed. It was what drove Kim to make the choice he did. Ron was horrified, could hardly believe his own eyes, yet it was true.

He climbed into the car, still feeling empty. He always thought he could see Kim at graduation, where their relationship would grow to greater heights. Now there was little but emptiness inside him. It was like a piece of his soul had gone missing, had broken away from him. Rufus stuck his head out, affectionately nibbling on his hand, but he simply ignored it.

"I'm sorry about everything, Ron." His father informed him. "Just remember: none of this is any reflection upon you. You had no control over it. It was Kim's choice, and she will have to live with the consequences."

"How is that supposed to be me feel any better?" Ron snapped, abruptly ending the conversation. The rest of the road trip was driven in silence, with no sound but the engine. Ron looked out the window, remembering each and every place he and KP had gone to, both as friends and as a couple. They were always pleasant memories, but now they were simply additional daggers in his heart.

Most of the other students had already arrived in the football stadium. With a graduating class of over three hundreds, the parking lot and the bleachers were rather crowded. Ron pushed himself out of the vehicle, deciding to walk the rest of the way. His eyes scanned the crowd for Felix and Monique.

Instead, he accidentally run right into Bonnie. "Ow, watch it, loser!" She snapped as she was rapidly talking to Senor Senior Jr.

"Sorry about that, Bonnie." Ron sighed, not really caring what she said to him. Her words could be cruel, but nothing she could say would make the pain any worse.

"Look, Ron... I'm sorry about Kim." Bonnie admitted. Once the news had become public, no one had tormented him, much to his surprise. Even Bonnie showed him some occasional sympathy. "Even you didn't deserve something like that."

"Thanks, Bonnie." Ron nodded. "Look, I got to get going."

"As do I; my father and I have brought our best seats to watch your graduation, mi amor!" Junior declared, lifting her off her feet and kissing her. Ron opted to leave before his heart broke further.

He headed to the stage, seeing the many eyes on him, audience and classmates alike. Ron closed his eyes, not wishing to see them. They might not be actively making his life hell, but they were still doing an excellent job of it. Every day he went to school, it seemed like half his class did nothing but stare at him. It got to the point where he almost wasn't able to go and only did so because his parents forced him to attend.

Ron was on the top row to the right side, precisely the place he was told to stand during the unpleasant practices. To the distance, he spotted someone familiar out of the corner of his eye. Could it be... "Shego?" he whispered. Would she really come to something this boring? It was difficult to wrap his mind around, but not as impossible as previous events have been. She didn't look like her usual self, but it was unmistakably her. Shego gave him a smile, which he returned, possibly the first genuine one he'd had on his face in a mouth.

He had only spoken to her once online since the fight at Wannaweep and they had not seen each other in person. Ron hoped she wasn't angry with him, although it would be no less than he deserved. He spent most of the time in his room, staring up at the ceiling and practicing telekinesis in order to take his mind off of everything that happened. Ron had even gone to a psychologist once, or more precisely, his parents dragged him there. He was polite but distant, not wanting to talk to a total stranger.

Ron tuned out the speeches made by the top students about how much they had grown up, how the memories of this place would last them a lifetime. He all but growled, signaling his displeasure. Oh, the memories would certainly last a lifetime; they just weren't anything he would want to return to. He had never once believed that school was the best time of someone's life.

He tried to smile, he really did, but Ron just couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked through the lines of his classmates, out to the field, hoping that he would see Kim running towards him. She was never late to anything, but maybe life could make an exception, just this once. He could forgive every word she said, every action she took, if only she appeared.

She didn't. Ron hadn't expected her to.

Barkin then took the stage and began calling out names. Ron knew it would take some time before they got to him and gave a strained smile in an effort to please his parents. Again his eyes went towards Shego.

The ceremony dragged on and on and on, or so it appeared to him, at least. Ron almost felt like going to sleep for a few minutes. It would be boring under normal circumstances, but with Barkin handing everything out...

"Ronald Stoppable!" Barkin finally called, and it took him a couple of seconds to realize it and climb down from the stage, hoping that he didn't embarrass himself in front of such a large crowd. He stopped briefly in the middle of the stage so his parents could get pictures and then walked up straight to Barkin. "Congratulations, Stoppable." He gave his hand a firm shake.

"Uh... thanks, sir." Ron stammered and walked down.

"Nice job, Ron." Felix praised, rolling his wheelchair next to him. "So what are your plans for the future?"

"Try to go to school, get my own place; that's about it at the moment." Ron shrugged. "I admit, I don't have too much motivation right now. It's going to be weird."

"You were still hoping she would show up, wouldn't you?" Felix pressed, to which Ron nodded in agreement.

"So what are you going to do?" Ron wondered, deciding to change the subject.

"I've been accepted to Colombia university." Felix smiled. "I've got enough money to at least get one year of education there, and if I continue to do well, I might even be able to receive my bachelor's degree. I'm majoring in computer programming."

"Hey, good for you." Ron smiled. "You always were generally an A student." Unlike his own, Felix's grades were constantly high, hovering around the A- to B+ range.

Felix's parents swarmed him before he could reply, as did Ron's. He could barely breathe as they squeezed him tightly, telling him how proud they were of him. It wasn't a feeling he was very used to, but he was still delighted to hear it. "I know you're working on getting your own place, but you're welcome to stay as long as you wish." His father told him.

"My boy, finally graduating; doesn't seem so long ago that I was picking you up from Pre-K." His mother added, tears in her eyes.

"Yes, how time flies." Ron winced. How he wished his mother had not said such a thing! His eyes continued to scan the crowd, hoping against hope that Kim would appear. Barring that, that his parents would at least refrain from insulting her.

"Stoppable, good work!" Barkin slapped him on the shoulder, showing up once all the diplomas had been given out. "I was never able to say this before, but now that you're no longer a student anymore... I'm... kind of, sort of, going to miss having you in my classes."

"Ok, didn't see that coming." Ron's eyes widened. Rufus nodded frantically in agreement. "uh-huh; uh-huh".

"May have been hard on you, but I knew you'd make it." Barkin chuckled. "You're a good man, and you've proved time and time again that you can do anything you set your mind to."

It just keeps getting weirder and weirder, Ron realized.

"Oh, and I'm sure Global Justice will be happy to accept you should you want to apply, Stoppable." Barkin lowered his voice. The existence of Global Justice was supposed to be a secret, even though it was quite an open one among the public. "I wasn't much older than you when I applied."

"You worked for them?!" Ron shouted, unable to keep it bottled up. A few people turned their heads, but the commotion was such that most people paid it no mind. They were congratulating and hugging one another.

"Quiet down, Stoppable; you trying to tell the whole town?" Barkin snapped. Lowering his voice again, he continued: "But yeah, I did work for them. My older brother and I were quite a team, but after I was injured five years ago, I decided to retire. Obviously, there's a lot more to it, but that's not your business. Point is: I think you'll make a great agent and if you ever decide to apply, I'll be happy to recommend you."

"Wow, thanks, Mr. Barkin." Ron stammered. "But I just graduated. I don't know what I'm going to do just yet, especially with what ended up happening with KP."

"I understand; feel free to take your time." Barkin walked off, talking with a couple of the other teachers.

"What was all of that about?" Mr. Stoppable asked.

"He just wanted to congratulate me and say he's willing to write me a letter of recommendation for when I begin job searching." Ron replied, telling them out part of the truth. If they knew he was offering help to go to Global Justice, they would have lost their minds. The instant he returned, they had forbidden him to ever work for GJ, and it was only the closeness with Kim he once enjoyed that they did not insult her as well.

"It's nice to know he's taking such an interest in you." His mother smiled.

"It's pretty overwhelming." Ron admitted. "I never thought I'd actually manage to get out of this place alive. Looks like the bus has shown up; I'll see you guys later."

"We'll be there to pick you up." His father promised.

"Good; I think I wrecked my scooter." Ron joked. "Just a few more hours with these people and I'll finally be free forever." He gave them both one last hug and went off to join his classmates.

He climbed into one of the buses, opting to sit next to Felix. "I was wondering when you'd show up." Felix smiled.

"Where's Monique?" Ron wondered. Felix gave him a look. Oh, yes, that. When Monique had learned the news, she refused to talk to him ever again. The one time Ron managed to corner her, she was about to slap him when Felix mediated. He shouldn't have been too surprised, he admitted; she was always much more KP's friend than his own.

A pair of spitballs flew his way, but Ron expertly dodged them and when he made sure nobody was watching, focused on the pieces of paper in the air and levitated them. I guess the phase where they left me alone has now come to an end, Ron groaned. He just wanted to go home and be left alone, but instead, the school forced him to go to this thing. Admittedly, he could understand why; last year, a student who had too much to drink slammed into a tree and killed himself, but it didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

He was among the last to walk out, not wanting to get caught up in the crowd. Some gave him sympathetic looks as they passed, but most did not pay him any mind.

As soon as he managed to get down from the bus, he was knocked into it by someone who held him so tightly that he could hardly breathe. It took a second to realize it was Shego.

"It's good to see you," Ron smiled, a genuine one as he ran his hand down her back. "What are you doing here?" He noticed the cast still around her leg. "Should you be doing anything when you're still hurt?"

"Hey, shut up, ok!" Shego snapped at him. "Sorry, it's just... I've been going crazy being cooped up the past two weeks. I needed to get out of that lair and do something, so I decided to come see you." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I can see you, right?"

"Of course you can." Ron told her. "I've told you before: you're my friend. I'm not going to leave you, I promise." Now that the danger was over, his crush on her was not as strong as it was before. It was fueled by the fact that they needed one another in order to survive. Even so, the attraction to her had not disappeared and her presence lifted his spirits.

"So this is the dump they're making you stay in?" Shego sounded much more like her old self. "When I graduated, we got to have some fun! Well... they did." Her voice dropped as she remembered her school years.

"So what do you want to do?" Ron wondered. "How are you healing?"

"God, not you, too." Shego groaned. "Ever since Doctor D came out of that coma, he's been asking me that every five minutes. He won't allow me to get anything by myself. He doesn't even want me to leave my bed! Damn it, I was not going to stop cooped up in that place forever! I mean, it's nice to know he actually cares about me, but he's really starting to get on my nerves."

"I know the feeling; my parents were the same way." Ron informed her. Rufus popped out and looked at her suspiciously. "We're friends, Rufus. Remember?" He turned to Shego and said: "If you want to win him over, I suggest cheese. He's never able to resist that."

"I'll keep that in mind when I want to win over a rodent." Shego rolled her eyes. "Is there anything here that's interesting?"

"Well, there's bowling." Ron gestured to the lanes, all of which were being used by the students.

"No thanks; I've never cared for the game." Shego shrugged. "Forget it, I'll just find a place to sit. I prefer going out and doing something, which I can't do until this damn thing heals!"

"Then you'll have to make do with the honor of my company." Ron teased her, pulling out a chair for her to sit in. Shego rolled her eyes, but said nothing. "Weird knowing I'll never have to go to Middleton High again."

"Yeah, imagine a life without bullies; must be terrifying." Shego sneered.

"So what are your plans after you heal?" Ron wondered.

"I haven't given it a lot of thought." Shego replied. She was disguised so a casual observer would not know her as Shego, even though it wouldn't fool anyone who knew her for a second. "I'm certainly not going back to Team Go; I'd kill Hego within a week."

"You don't have to join either side, you know." Ron reminded her. "You could just life your own life." He thought about whether or not to try and pursue a relationship with her. Ron would never have imagined it before, but his mind saw the possibility. Maybe in the future; I can't handle any kind of romance, not after everything that's happened.

"It's tempting at times, but I need to do something." Shego informed. "An ordinary job would be far too boring for me, and wouldn't pay anywhere near as well. And Drakken's a decent employer, even if he gets on my nerves all the time. So I don't know what I'm going to do."

"You don't have to decide right away," Ron assured. "It's going to be kind of weird not going on missions anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Shego asked, confused. "After the way you conducted yourself, I'd think Global Justice would be offering you anything you want to become an agent."

"You would think so, but no." Ron admitted. "Even after all this, many of them still see me as just a sidekick, and now that KP's been expelled, they don't see any use for me, since... speak of the devil."

"What?" Shego's eyes searched the room at his tone. Near the entrance, she saw Kim walking in the door, but it wasn't the Kim she was used to. This one was different. She had no smile on her face, instead wearing an angry glare that had customers scrambling to get out of her way. She was wearing her usual mission clothes, but she still looked different. And it frightened Shego. She learned that if her enemy was determined enough, she could beat her, and with a healing leg, Shego would have no chance at all.

"Calm down, she's not going to hurt you." Ron promised, but he moved in front of her anyway. I hope.

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Kim surveyed her surroundings, looking upon her classmates with cold eyes. She could feel the power within her, all but begging to be used. A couple members of her cheerleading squad all but ran out of her way, giving her fearful glimpses. She snarled to herself, her fingernails cutting into her palm.

Thanks, like this hadn't been hard enough. Kim thought angrily. After she had been brought home, rumors abounded that her kidnapper was in fact her own half-brother, Damien Possible. It may have been true, but she refused to contribute to it. It was not something that anyone needed to know about. She was still dealing with the implications herself.

Almost automatically, her mind went back to that day where she made her choice:

She pulled her brother to her feet, who was still struggling not to collapse. "Why... why did you do that?" Ambrose wondered, coughing up blood. The two of them looked at Director's immobile body. She would likely wake up in a minute or so.

"She was about to kill you." Kim explained. "Come on, get out of here."

"So you've decided to join me after all," Ambrose smiled despite the terrible pain he had to be in.

"No... I can't do it." Kim refused. "I know you're trying to protect me, but... this is a path I can't follow."

"Then why save me?" Ambrose wondered as she turned around.

"Because... in spite of everything you've done, you're still my older brother." Kim gave a sad smile and disappeared.

Even if she had only been near him for two weeks and knew of their family connection for a few days, she had grown attached to him. He did terrible things, yes, but Ambrose was still her brother, and she refused to let Director kill him. Kim wasn't sure if he was alive, in any case. Those wounds would have killed anyone else, but... she wouldn't care to bet against him.

But even after she went home, her ordeal was far from over. Kim couldn't stand to be around her father anymore. She barely spoke to him, and found it difficult even to be civil with him. All the secrets that had been revealed, along with the revelation that he had tortured his son, albeit unknowingly, was too much for her to deal with. Their relationship was severely strained and more than once, she was terribly tempted to strike him. Mom kept imploring her to forgive him, but Kim refused to do so.

Her request was hypocritical, in any case. Although they did their best to keep it from her, she knew that their marriage was falling apart. Her mom was furious that James had a previous marriage that she was never told her, and found it just as difficult as Kim did to trust him. In a way, she thought, her brother did get his revenge. Both Kim and her mother, while not completely hating him, had a difficult time forgiving him.

School was little better. Once the rumors began flying around, a lot of admirers became afraid to even be near her. A few even thought that Kim would kill them if they so much as looked at her wrong. Others... approved of Ambrose's work and wanted him to continue. I don't know which side is worse. Kim thought, taking a seat, her eyes transfixed on Ron and Shego.

Her and Ron's eyes made contact for a brief second, but he looked away almost as soon as she acknowledged it. That simple act made her heart sink. I can't blame him for hating me, though. Kim thought. His words during the fight at Camp Wannaweep still hurt her, and more than once, had moved her to tears. The worst part of it, more than the words themselves, was that he had spoken nothing but the truth. She was becoming a monster and would have killed Shego without interruption. Seeing Shego grab his arm affectionately renewed the urge to do so.

No, I've seen where that road leads. Kim told herself. Ambrose gave her a first-hand glimpse of what a decade of hatred and bitterness could do to someone. Based on what she'd learned, he was once a good man who did everything possible to help others, but his inability to let go of his hatred for his-their- father ultimately consumed him.

"Maybe it's for the best that I don't go on missions anymore." Kim muttered, knowing that she wouldn't be overheard by anyone. Most of her classmates were busy having fun, while she was trying to deal with the trauma of her experiences. Her power was unlocked and it refused to go away. She saw what she could do if she fully unleashed it, and did not want to kill again. Even now, she could feel it coming to the surface as she looked at Shego. She took a deep breath and looked away. I've got to learn how to control these impulses. Kim thought. So far, she had succeeded it, but with her ordeal and many people she used to call friend staring at her with suspicion, it was a difficult task to accomplish.

When I was younger, I always dreamed of having a family member that was more like me. Kim mused. Should have been more careful what I asked for. Out of her entire family, Ambrose was the one who was the most like her. They had the same feeling, same motivation to be the best, refused to give in during impossible odds and perhaps worst of all, the same hero complex. And the thought filled her with dread. Could she become like him one day? Could she turn to the dark side in a misguided effort to help others? Kim knew how close she came to doing just that, and was only barely able to turn away. Next time, she might not succeed.

"Come on, just try to talk to him." Kim told herself, but she couldn't bring herself to move from the table. One of her classmates accidentally bumped into her seat, and the instant she turned around, the girl ran away in a panic, making Kim groan with frustration, anger, and depression. She was at a loss of what to do.

Does he even want to talk to me? Kim wondered. It was a question worth asking. When she learned that her powers were not temporary and she saw how close she came to actually harming someone... Kim decided to break up with him. I'd never be able to live with myself if I end up hurting him. I can't take a risk like that, not until I know that I've got this under control. But his heartbroken expression never left her mind.

She hoped she wouldn't have to stay long. Kim might have been graduating, but she gained no pleasure from that. At one time, she planned on becoming a Global Justice agent, but that career path was now closed to her. She still helped others where she could, but now many looked at her with fear instead of gratitude. It was not something she was used to.

Again, her eyes wondered over to Ron and Shego, the latter of whom was moving closer to Ron, practically sitting on his lap. The fact that he didn't pull away was all she needed to see, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Put an end to it, then. Shego's nothing but a criminal. If she gets her hooks into him, she'll destroy him. You can't let that happen! The voice whispered to her, She put her hands on the table and was about to push herself up when she finally came to her senses.

"She can probably make him happier than I ever could," Kim whispered, bowing her head. That cut like a knife, since she still considered Shego her enemy. Every instinct she had told her to pounce, but Ron's smile prevented her from doing so. Ron was actually enjoying her company! She could never have imagined seeing the two of them together. The possibility that she might be misreading things never once entered her mind.

I hope I at least haven't ruined our friendship. Kim worried. She knew he was frightened by what he saw at Wannaweep. As soon as her cell phone rang, she picked it up, knowing who it was. "Hello, dad." Kim sighed. He was the last person she wanted to speak to at the moment.

"Hey, Kimmie-cub." James greeted. "Just wondering how the graduation part's going."

"It's fine; leave me alone." Kim replied and hung up. As far as she was concerned, she'd be happy never to lay eyes upon him again after what he'd done.

"Hey, Kim." Monique sat down next to her. Fortunately, she at least was not afraid of her. "Shego getting you down?"

"That and everything else." Kim groaned. "I hate being treated like I'm about to go crazy any minute." Of course, that might not be too far off. Kim thought.

"Girl, forget about all those losers." Monique dismissed, waving her hands. "If they really think you're going to attack them, they ain't worth bothering with."

"Easy for you to say," Kim glared. "You weren't there, you haven't been dealing with them for weeks."

"Yeah, I'm not going to pretend to understand what happened with you." Monique tried to comfort her. She knew the rumors about this guy being her half-brother were true, but she was smart enough not to judge her based on his actions. "Can't be easy going through everything you have. Especially with Ron dumping you like that." She looked at him with disgust.

"No... I broke up with him." Kim responded. "I don't know if it was the right thing to do, but... whatever this is, whatever abilities I have inside of me, I'm not letting him get hurt. I can put up with him hating me if it keeps him safe." No matter how painful it might be to watch.

"If he doesn't understand, then he's not worth it." Monique shrugged. Kim's eyes closed as she struggled to control the beast inside her. How dare Monique speak of him that way!

"I think we can at least remain friends." Kim sighed once she was sure that she wouldn't tear Monique to shreds. She was likely going to need help controlling her rage, especially since it came so easy to her, even after her kidnapping was over.

"Well, then, go talk to him!" Monique exclaimed. "You're not accomplishing anything by sitting here and staring at them! If you want him in your life, tell him!"

"I can't approach him like this!" Kim protested.

"Oh, just get up and talk to him!" Monique insisted, pushing her to her feet. Kim hesitantly walked over there, her fear growing with every step. Ron and Shego were both laughing at something that he had said.

I didn't know she was capable of laughing. Kim thought. Ron didn't even seem to be looking in her direction as she approached. She glared at a group of her classmates, a couple of whom looking like they were about to wet themselves. Damn it, why do I have to be judged based on what Ambrose did? They don't know anything! They don't know what I've put up with!

She couldn't put up with them any longer. Kim stormed past everyone, walking past Ron, and heading out the door. She didn't care what kind of trouble she would get in for leaving at this place. Had she turned around, she would have noticed Ron's longing look, all but pleading with her to talk to him, but she did not.

Nobody noticed her walking down the street, something that suited her perfectly fine. Kim knew that perhaps she should go back, but it was something she just couldn't face at the moment. The only thing she wanted was to go home and be left in relative peace. If the nightmares will let me, that is.

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Ron watched, hoping that she would turn around. He stared at her, his eyes pleading for her to come to him. They'd been friends for most of his life and he didn't want that to change. Please, Kim, don't shut me out! Ron mentally pleaded. She walked out of the building without a glance as he buried his face in his arms.

"Come on, Ron, it'll be ok." Shego tried to reassure, trying to grab his hand, but he stubbornly refused to me. She moved next to him and let him lie down his head on her shoulder, sliently cursing Kim for doing this to him.

"No... no, it won't." Ron whispered sadly.

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Okay, that's it. The story is now over. I hope I was able to give at least a halfway decent ending; I always seem to have trouble with those.

As for any questions about the rather unhappy ending... remember, both Kim and Ron have been through a great deal throughout the story. This isn't the kind of thing where you just move on and forget it ever happened. Kim's confused and angry, but most of all, she's hurt. After what she's been through, it's pretty hard to blame her. I have a possible sequel planned called: "A Possible Legacy" that expands on all of this, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to start.

As always, please read and review.