Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to the characters and situations associated with Kim Possible. I borrow Kim, her family and friends for no monetary gain. I do this only to quench my thirst for world conquest. (It's not working out since I use all my best evil schemes for these stories!)
A/N: This is the third part of my Closet saga. Part 1 starts at the end of the initial production episode from the Kim Possible series where Ron is trapped in the janitor's closet and he has an elaborate dream while trapped. Part 2 begins after Kim rescues Ron from the closet which leads them on a journey to a true partnership and them saving the world from an alien invasion. You'll need to read the other two stories to make any sense out of this one. This is 22 chapters long and I'll post one or two chapters a day... when I get a chance.
Kim and Ron have just saved the world from the Lowardian Invasion, and the celebrations begin.
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The Closet III A New Bonnie
Chapter 1
World Tour
"Here's your itinerary guys," Wade Load said from the Roth SL Coupe's dash-mounted Kimmunicator as Kim and Ron Stoppable quickly loaded up the newly repaired and painted Sloth with their luggage for the upcoming trip. (The car received some major shrapnel damage at the end of the Lowardian invasion when the alien ship was blown to smithereens by our heroes using the Lotus Triune Maneuver.) The sun wasn't even up yet but they knew they were pressed for time as Wade continued his briefing. "You're to meet up with Air Force One at the Middleton International Airport in a half hour and fly to Washington D.C. with the President. When you get there, the Medal of Freedom ceremony will take place in the Rose Garden with a brief reception following. Then you'll quickly be flown to New York City for a ticker tape parade that'll end up at the United Nations building. Once there, you'll receive another award and attend another reception with the General Assembly before you fly back to the White House for the night. Tomorrow, you'll fly to England for the Buckingham Palace knighting ceremony and then…"
"How are we supposed to get from Washington to New York and back again?" Ron cut in as he put the last suitcase in the back seat of the car then hopped into the front passenger seat and fastened his safety belt.
"The Air Force will provide a helicopter, Ron," Kim sighed as she swiftly slid into the driver's seat and buckled up. "Wade has special permission to remote/fly the Sloth behind Air Force One out to D.C. so we can fly ourselves to London tomorrow, but the government will handle our transportation to New York City and back."
"Then after London it's on to Moscow, Paris, Rome, Tokyo and yada yada before we end up in Riyadh." Ron groaned as Kim backed out of their driveway and drove toward the airport. "Then we'll finally be able to finish our honeymoon on Senior's Island?" Kim and Ron were only half way through their two week honeymoon when the world crisis had arisen. After taking care of the aliens, they spent five days in the hospital, recovering from their own injuries sustained in the fight.
"You got it," Wade grinned from the monitor before he took a quick sip of soda and continued. "Except you'll stop in Munich for a half a day between Moscow and Paris and there are quite a few other stops before and after Tokyo."
"And this is all because we stopped two bad guy-type aliens from taking over the world," Ron groused from the passenger seat. "I mean what's the big deal? We've been stopping villains from dominating the world once a week for the last two years and we never got a parade before!"
"That's true, Sweetie," Kim condescended with a pat of her hand on his thigh, "but we were never in this for the praise and/or awards. It's simply something that had to be done by someone and we could do it. This time it was way different. This wasn't some hare-brained scheme by Drakken threatening a single country like Canada. The entire world was in real jeopardy so this tour and the awards are required."
"I know all that, KP," Ron sighed, losing his bluster as his goofy smile came back. "I guess some of Bonnie's venom is still in my system from her sneak attack kiss last night after the party." Bonnie Rockwaller had blatantly planted a big wet one on Ron's lips the previous night just before she left the welcome home party thrown for Kim and Ron after getting out of the hospital. They too, had each sustained some damage during the battle with the Lowardians but swiftly healed themselves with their Mystical Monkey Powers.
"Well, we'll just have to purge Bonnie's germs from your system on Air Force One now, won't we," Kim giggled as she steered the Sloth into the area where the President's plane was parked and being refueled on the tarmac.
After a quick tour of the plane, conducted by the President himself, the two teens were left on their own during the ride to Washington; the President and everyone else having other work to do. Kim and Ron cuddled, kissed and even got in a little discrete groping accomplished while sharing a single, extra wide comfy seat under a very cozy blanket that bore the Presidential Seal. The covert grope-fest definitely got the Bonnie Bug out of both of their systems and set the mood for the rest of the trip.
The ceremony at the White House was brief but each had to make an acceptance speech. Kim expounded on how the world united together and fought as one against the other-worldly threat before she and Ron arrived on the scene. She expressed her hopes and dreams that the world governments could put aside their petty differences and continue that unity. Ron simply said thank you and added that Kim and he would keep up the good fight wherever and whenever needed.
The ticker tape parade in New York City was extremely fun for Rufus, watching confetti the same size of his own body flutter down onto his two humans, but the ceremony afterward at the United Nations was utterly boring for the naked mole rat who quickly fell asleep on Ron's shoulder. At least he dozed until Kim and Ron were more than midway through greeting all of the delegates. The naked mole rat was rudely woken up when the Ambassador to Somalia was introduced. The Ambassador immediately recognized Rufus as being an animal from his own country and gushed about how his nation now had a new industry based on Rufus. Breeding farms all over the arid East African nation were springing up, trying to keep up with Smarty Mart orders for the new, worldwide craze of having a naked mole rat as a pocket pet. The Ambassador profusely thanked the naked mole rat over and over again until Ron and Kim were diplomatically reminded by the Secretary General to move on and meet the rest of the delegates.
The three were flown back to the White House via an Air Force chopper and promptly shown to the Lincoln bedroom for the night. Ron and Kim made love all night long while Rufus peacefully slept in a doll's bed that was currently own and played with by the President's youngest daughter.
The next morning, after enjoying breakfast with the First Family, the three were whisked back to the airport with little fanfare. They loaded up into the Sloth and took to the skies. Wade remotely flew the car most of the way while Kim and Ron cuddled in the back seat and tried to catch up on their sleep.
They were met at Heathrow Airport by a mounted regiment of Buckingham Palace Guards and the British Prime Minister. After a brief meet-and -greet with the PM and a few other Parliament-type people, they were driven via open, horse-drawn carriage through the streets of London to the palace. With all of the press coverage and people lining the streets to cheer them on, it reminded both Ron and Kim of the wedding carriage footage of Princess Charles and Prince Diana that they'd seen in their history class at Middleton High.
When they reached the palace, they again met with the Queen. After a brief chat with Her Majesty they were ushered to separate rooms to be dressed in Elizabethan Era garb for the knighting ceremony. Ron secretly replaced the sword that was loaned to him for the ceremony with the Lotus Stem. Only Kim and Rufus noticed the difference.
When the Queen used the magical sword to dub Ron a Knight of the Realm, she nicked his ear with the sharp edge. Whether it was fate, an unsteady hand of the aging Queen Mum or a silly prank maybe perpetrated by the Lotus Stem itself, Ron couldn't decide. He barely flinched when it happened and mystically stemmed the bleeding before he covertly fixed the cut with his MMP. Kim merely giggled, thankful that no one noticed the slight blue glow coming from the nick as it mysteriously sealed up.
Later, Kim told her husband that she was the one who telepathically controlled the Lotus Stem enough to cut his ear. Kim had found the whole ceremony so outrageously pompous and boring that she just had to play a little prank. Ron figured his 'never be normal' lifestyle had rubbed off on his wife over the years and laughingly let it go at that. The teens made love all night in the secluded Buckingham Palace bedroom before meeting with the royal family again for breakfast of fried eggs, bangers and haggis. Ron grumbled a bit under his breath over the last item but sucked it up and managed to clean his plate. (Actually, Ron found the haggis to be fairly good; the Royal Chefs obviously having a better handle on Scottish cuisine than Duff Killigan's Gram.) Not a word was mentioned concerning the incident with the sword and both Ron and Kim immediately forgot all about it.
But could Ron simply let the prank go?
There were already three or four inches of snow on the ground when they reached Moscow and a lot more was forecast on the way. Despite the wintry weather, the award ceremony and subsequent reception were held in Red Square. Ron playfully got back at Kim during the reception by dumping a handful of the white fluffy snow down the back of her jacket collar as she spoke to one of the Russian Cabinet members.
Kim and Ron, both a few months shy of their seventeenth birthdays, still acted like kids on occasion and a good old-fashioned snowball fight was just the ticket for both of them to blow off a little steam after having to endure the snobbery of four, count 'em four, major award ceremonies and the receptions that followed in only three days.
The personal snowball fight quickly escalated into an every-man-for-himself, free-for-all with no real, definitive sides. It would surely be one for the record books if only for the sheer number of participants that packed Red Square from the Kremlin Palace to St. Basil's Cathedral. After the fun between the two teen heroes started others joined in and it seemed age wasn't an issue. Every man, woman and child present started to pelt everyone else with snow. Even the Russian President himself joined in on the fun. (Of course Rufus proved to be an extremely elusive target to hit and, in the end, was unanimously declared the winner.)
After it was over the Russian President told Kim and Ron that he hadn't had that much fun since he was a young boy and that the snowball fight was just the kind of release the Russian people needed from the stress and drudgery of everyday life.
Ron suggested that maybe a good old fashioned snowball fight should become an annual event for Russia and that maybe the general population of Moscow would like to join in. He cited the annual tomato fight that happens each year in Finland or… Lichtenstein, or wherever. He knew it had to be one of those Eastern European countries.
The Russian President chuckled at Ron's lack of global geographic knowledge since he'd personally witnessed both tomato festivals in Ivrea, Italy and Bunol, Spain, but diplomatically passed on correcting the blond boy and said he would take it under advisement.
The lovemaking session in the lavishly appointed, secluded bedroom of the Kremlin reserved for our two teens was extra vigorous that night despite being tired from the lively snowy battle and the long journey they'd endured so far.
Nothing of great import happened at the next few stops until they reached Tokyo. As in England, the two teens were led to a dressing room, after the initial, mandatory meet-and-greet, where they would be clad in Japanese style finery. There, they met three people who were supposed to help them pick out their costumes, but Kim and Ron were shocked to find out who the three people actually were.
"Greetings again, Stoppable-sama," the old gentleman with a long, white, Fu Manchu mustache and beard and dressed in an ornate, red with gold trimmed kimono said with a short bow to the two teen heroes. He motioned to a rack of oriental style clothing. "We have a choice of clothing for you to wear for the ceremony, and you may keep what you wear afterward."
"Sensei!" both Ron and Kim practically cheered as they returned the bow. Ron finished the bow with the American, brotherly 'Peace and Love' salute, thumping his chest twice with a fist which smoothly morphed into a vee-shaped peace sign. Sensei mirrored the gesture perfectly at the same time Ron did it. The two teens had expected to see the Head Master of Yamanouchi sometime during their visit to Japan but thought it would be during or after the reception.
"It is an honor to see you again," Hirotaka said with a small bow and fist in hand, martial arts salute to the two teens.
"Hai, it is good to see the both of you, Kim-sama, Ron-sama," Yori broadly smiled as she gracefully bowed to the couple. "You and your American style sense of amusement was very interesting to watch last week."
"What do you mean, Yori-chan?" Kim questioned as she gave a brief hug to the two teenage warriors from Yamanouchi.
"Your antics at the Russian reception was most… interesting," Sensei informed the couple with a smirk that barely showed through his beard as he took a garment off of a rack and handed it to Kim. The cobalt blue, sleeveless, silk dress on the hanger had a one inch high, stiff collar and a slit up one side that started at the ankle and ended mid thigh. The garment was adorned with a glowing, robin's egg blue monkey that was the same color as her Mystical Monkey Power glow on the front left side of the garment. On the other half of the dress, the side with the slit, it sported a golden dragon running up the entire backside of the garment and ended with the dragon's head resting on the shoulder.
"A snowball fight with the Russian President?" Sensei begged with a bit of a snicker. (Just a small snicker since he rarely showed any emotions at all so this was a rare occasion indeed.) "Were you trying to start a war between the United States and Russia?"
"Of course not, Sensei," Ron seriously countered before he caught the teasing aspect of Sensei's comment as he accepted a garment of his own from the Japanese gentleman. It was a long, black, silk kimono with gold trim and the same monkey/dragon designs except they mirrored the ones on Kim's dress. The blue glowing monkey was on his right side and the dragon was on the left.
"I pulled a small prank on Ron during the ceremony in London," Kim explained with a laugh as she disrobed behind a screen and started to get into the dress with a little help from Yori, "and Ron was just returning the favor. Things got a little out of hand."
"Afterward, the Russian President said it was fun," Ron finished the explanation as he dressed in the pure silk garment. "They might even make it an annual thing. Wait, how…" Ron was suddenly curious as to how the Yamanouchi contingency knew of the snowball fight. "I only saw one news camera at the reception but figured they were just getting footage for local television."
"You have been a major face in the global news ever since the invasion, Stoppable-sama," Hirotaka cut in, knowing full well what Ron was asking about. "All of the ceremonies have been televised live, worldwide; Even a majority of the receptions afterward. While you may have only seen one camera, I saw at least fifteen different camera shots from around the square during the telecast. The others must have been from cameras mounted around the square."
"We," Sensei said as he motioned to his two finest Yamanouchi students, "saw the small prank you pulled in London, Kim Stoppable-sama, and found it most amusing."
"Knowing Ron-sama's propensity for fun," Yori continued, "we even had a small betting pool going at the school as to how and when your mischievous husband would retaliate in kind."
"And I'd wager Sensei won the pool?" Kim jovially queried, fully expecting the answer to be so since the Head Master of Yamanouchi always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else.
"No, he did not," Yori giggled as she zipped up the dress and Kim flipped her hair back into place. "I won the bet."
"That was my mistake. I did not take the snowfall in Moscow during this time of year into consideration," Sensei said with a slight sigh and bowed head in humility before he regained his normal sense of decorum and handed a scabbard belt to Kim. "Now, you must both wear your Lotus Blades for the ceremony." He held up his hand to stop the protest he was sure to come from Kim in her fancy, tight dress. "While it is not always normal for a woman to wear a weapon for such an honor, it is not wholly unheard of here in Japan. Besides, video of the hand-to-hand battle between you and the Lowardians was often shown on news broadcasts for the first week after it happened. Therefore, everyone has knowledge of the Blades."
"The whole world saw the battle?" Kim gasped as she shot a disbelieving look at her husband before she turned back to Sensei. "But what about our Mystical Monkey Powers? Does everyone know about them now?" Kim and Ron had been isolated in the hospital for five days after defending the Earth from the Lowardian attack and they hadn't watched any television during that time so they didn't know that the battle had been run on TV.
"That was skillfully edited out," Yori informed the couple as she pulled a small, PDA sized video player from her belt and turned it on. Kim and Ron watched the battle with the Lowardians, obviously shot by Kim's Kimmunicator sitting on the Sloth, in the arena but clearly saw no signs of a blue glow around Ron's fists. The video then jumped slightly, skipping over the spot where Kim and Ron 'drew' the magical blades, before the fight continued. The video skipped again, where the two Lotus Blades changed form into shields, and ended with the two aliens flying to one end of the arena and landing in a pile, defeated. Then, in a spectacular shot most likely taken from Jim and Tim's home-made satellite, the video showed the spaceship exploding. There were no signs of the Sloth in the shot or of a blue beam from the Lotus Triune Maneuver before the rippling, massive explosion.
"Most reporters assumed that one of you, more likely than not Ron-sama, had set off the ship's self-destruct causing its demise," Hirotaka said with a tight smirk, anticipating their next question. "Wade-sama is a master of the digital images, is he not?"
"You really do not need to keep the Mystical Powers hidden," Sensei curtly stated. "The only secrets you need to keep are that of the Yamanouchi School's existence and the trans-formative nature of the three Lotus Blades. But, viewers of that footage saw both of you using the swords during the hand-to-hand battle so they are wanted, nei, needed for this ceremony since they originated in this country."
Both Kim and Ron nodded at the wisdom and each held out a hand. The necklaces around their necks disappeared in a blue flash and the Lotus Stem and Lotus Blossom appeared in their outstretched hands. Kim sheathed her mystical weapons to ride on her back and Ron simply tucked the Lotus Stem into his obi; a scabbard forming magically around the blade so as not to cut the belt.
"Now, you are ready for the ceremony," Sensei announced as he proudly gazed at the young couple.
They started to leave the room but as they got to the doors Ron stopped in his tracks and pensively thought aloud, "You said all of the ceremonies and stuff over the past week have been televised. Does that mean they've also had cameras in our bedrooms too?"
"No, but there were surveillance cameras in each of your bedrooms," Yori giggled. "None of them recorded a thing. The cameras are there for security purposes only, but your good friend Wade-sama has been, as you Americans would say, jacking the feeds so the cameras have shown nothing but static."
"Remind me to thank Wade later," Kim gruffly said to her husband, having a gut feeling that Wade might be doing more than just hijacking or blanking the feeds. She knew Wade sometimes 'borrowed' GJ's satellites for their missions and remembered Dr. Director showing them footage of what those satellites could do. (Specifically that of her and Ron naked on the beach, making love on Senior Island during the first half of their honeymoon!)
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The Japanese award ceremony was full of tradition and lasted way longer than any of the previous ones had. Sensei, Yori and Hirotaka had quickly faded into the background to watch during the event and seemed to have disappeared entirely before the reception. Ron had a feeling that the trio needed to return to Yamanouchi for some reason so he wasn't concerned in the least and telepathically told Kim so.
Kim accepted Ron's explanation and they enjoyed the reception even though their Yamanouchi friends weren't there to help them celebrate their victory over the Lowardian invaders. Both teens wished the secret school's contingency was present since the teens thought they were equally responsible for the victory. Hirotaka, Yori and especially Sensei had trained them to use their MMP so they should be feted as well. But the secret of Yamanouchi's existence had to be kept so Kim and Ron vowed they would find some other way to thank them, possibly providing a feast at Yamanouchi the next time they visited.
The accolades blended into a hazy blur, one ceremony or reception being just like all the others until they finally reached Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. That was the last stop on their tour. It had been planned that way because the airspace outside the Saudi Arabian city was where the final battle with the Lowardians had taken place.
The spaceship, what little was left of it after the spectacular explosion, and the virtual armada of wrecked Earth defense forces, lay in the middle of a four mile square area of Arabian desert that wasn't worth anything with its lack of oil beneath. Because of those two facts, the worthlessness of the property and wreckage laying thereon, a memorial had been swiftly built dedicated to the hundreds, if not thousands of people who had battled the aliens before Kim, Ron and Rufus had arrived to finally dispatch the invaders.
This memorial site was where the final presentation to the world saving heroes was to be held.
The ceremony was brief and Kim and Ron gave their same speeches, with little variations here and there where appropriate, of world unity and dedication to saving said world that they had voiced at all the previous venues. Midway through the reception the two teens were definitely flagging. After more than a dozen and a half such events, all happening within less than two weeks, Ron and Kim were definitely tired and expressed their weariness to their hosts three-quarters of the way through the reception. The Saudi President said he understood and bade them to retire to his palace early.
Kim sincerely thanked the President but said she and Ron merely wished to return to their regular lives before they were excused and to headed for the skies in the Sloth.
With Wade remotely behind the wheel once again, our three heroes winged (well, since the Roth SL Coupe didn't actually have wings per se, they more or less made,) their way back to Senior Island to finish off their honeymoon in blissful peace and quiet. They spent the week mainly making love on the secluded beach under a canopy of umbrellas (to avoid GJ spy satellites) or cuddling together and more in front of the television. They did, however, spent the entire first full day there making good use of the spa and its many relaxing amenities.
But to tell the truth, the seven day stay wasn't totally quiet and peaceful.
The day they'd arrived on the island, there was the half hour long conversation with Wade concerning his collecting of certain sexual videos featuring Kim and Ron during their tour. She was thankful for the young genius' vigilance in keeping her and Ron's love life a secret but was angry with the collecting of said material. Wade didn't fully understand their concerns since he hadn't watched any of the footage, archiving it for future research. Kim patiently explained the privacy issues of the collection before, mid way through the phone call, she became fully tweaked with the whole sitch and threatened the young genius with seventeen styles of kung fu while Ron added that he'd go all Monkey Master on Wade's butt if it wasn't erased.
In the end Wade promised to destroy all of the video footage and never to collect it again. After Wade made the promise things quickly settled down and Ron suggested that maybe Wade should save all the material on a single disc, and to let him keep it safely locked away.
Kim smiled at the suggestion, knowing she and Ron would thoroughly enjoy viewing the disc on many a cold night in the future before recreating some of the more memorable bits.
The two teen heroes also attend one of Junior's shows, but without the special earplugs. Ron forgot to pack them, thinking they would stop in Middleton after the tour and before they headed off to the island to finish off their honeymoon. That torturous three hour, one-man musical show turned out to be far worse than the conversation with Wade…
Or even the entire battle against the Lowardians!