Clean Slate: Epilogue (Kim Possible Fanfic)

Title: Clean Slate: Epilogue

Commissioned by: @mw41968721

Written by: @writeddreams2reality

500 words

Note: This takes place after the episode "Clean Slate" in Season 4

The television screen fades into the end credits of another Captain Constellation episode. I am tucked up onto the couch with my arms around Ron’s waist and my head rests on his chest. Ron strokes my hair with one hand as he holds me. His chest moves slightly as he breathes, his heart beating beneath my ear. How could I have forgotten this? Forgotten us? I squeeze him and settle in closer, tucking my face against his neck.

Ron squeezes me back and sighs. His head rests against a pillow of my family’s couch. Behind him, the late afternoon sun seeps in between the windows’ blinds, casting his blonde hair into a halo of light. Ron’s soft brown eyes focus on me, and he grins a dorky smile.

“I’ve missed this. I don’t know what I would have done without you. What’s a team without its duo? Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable… what would the world do without us?” Ron said. His voice twists into a joking tone as his freckles dance across his cheeks.

“Oh, Ron. Thank you for everything. I’m so proud of you—you helped me get my memories back after what Drakken and Shego did to me… I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Ron sits up, pulling away as he turns to look at me. I follow, sitting up onto my knees and meet his eyes.

“Kim, I was really worried you were never going to remember me again. I don’t know what I would have done. I was happy you got your memories back but when it took so long to remember me as your boyfriend; I was so scared,” Ron says. He twists his hands into mine and clings to me.

“I’m sorry it took so long. How could I forget you? You’re my best friend and we’ve been dating for six whole months. You make me so happy.” I smile and squeeze his hands before letting go and running my fingers through his hair. I want to pull him close and hold on so he can feel all my love. I never want him to feel that sense of lose again.

“Kim, do you remember our first kiss?” Ron asks. His words are slow, concerned, as if he thinks I might be recovering my memories still.

“Of course. At Junior Prom. You made me feel like a queen that night.”

Ron leans in close and bumps his forehead against mine. Our noses brush.

“Kim Possible, you make my heart stop,” Ron whispers. I cringe at his honesty, my heart burning with excitement. I close my eyes just as Ron’s lips meet mine. He kisses me, his arms wrap around me as I kiss him back. We sink into the couch and eventually we break apart.

Without a word between us, we settle down and lay in each other’s arms. I stare into his eyes, my cheeks beginning to burn from smiling so much. Ron pulls my head to his chest and in my bliss, I drift off to sleep. Warm, safe, and comfortable.