Disclaimer and A/N: I have an obsession. It is neither magnificent nor a perfume. I'm addicted to writing and this is the outlet of my obsession. I receive no money for my written words because The Walt Disney Co owns the rights to the Kim Possible series and I no longer work for them. I do love getting reviews both good and bad and will respond to each and every single one of them if possible.

This story was suggested by a review from Tragic warrior. He/She wrote "If Ron was a Catholic he would probably be a good nomination for becoming the Pope the way he puts others first all the time." I figure why not! It refers to and draws on characters from the last few chapters of my story Chasing Shadows, but this is a stand alone tale so you don't need to read the other story first. I have our teens back in high school as Seniors for this one but it doesn't use anything from season four. As it is in many of my stories, Bonnie Rockwaller is now Bonny, a good friend of Kim and Ron's. Sorry Rufus fans but the little guy is not included in this one, tho he is lovingly referred too. He is and always will be a Warrior Hero!

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POPE RON

Chapter 1 Surprise Visitors

Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable were lying, lazily entangled, on the couch in front of the television half listening to the news half cuddling with one another. The duo had thoroughly discussed all that had gone on during their summer. The merry chase of Wade's phantom villain around the globe and the marvelous sightseeing vacation that resulted was at the top of the list of highlights. Their Senior high school year had just started and they had almost two whole semesters and the summer before their wedding in mid-August. The truce with all their foes, in force until the pairs nuptials and honeymoon were over, was holding and things were now going surprisingly well. Kim was maintaining her 4.0 grade point average and Ron had finally buckled down. He was pulling in mostly B's and a few A's were starting to appear. The changes in Ron's school work occurred after Rufus suddenly perished in a mishap while piloting a Tweebs created rocket, the lowest point of the summer. Rufus was in hot pursuit of a Villain when the missile exploded. Both Ron and Kim were devastated by the lose, and a replacement pet while hinted at was never really considered. Instead of dwelling on the loss Ron buried himself in school matters, in improving himself and in his devotion to Kim.

Ron let out a contented sigh. "Now this is the kinda school work I like KP. Following the election coverage of a new Pope is a piece of Naco."

"I have to agree with you there Ron," Kim giggled as she nestled further into his embrace and swirled a finger into and out of a fold in his hockey jersey. "It happens behind closed doors and all we have to do is wait for the white smoke to come out of the chimney. Though you would think after one week of secret meetings they would have elected a new Pontiff by now."

"Yeah," Ron tittered, "and you woulda thunk we woulda moved on to another important topic in our Current Events class."

"Well," Kim considered her fiancés point for a second, "nothing major is going on in the world. I'm sure we would change topics if a war broke out or an earthquake or tsunami hit."

"I know," Ron sighed again. "But spending the whole class period talking about the two cent raise in the postage rate was kinda boring today."

"You're right," Kim said with a yawn, "I almost fell asleep once or twice myself." The front door bell rang. "I'll get it!" Kim hollered to anyone within earshot as she tried to get up from the couch. Kim found the going difficult since Ron had both arms firmly wrapped around her waist.

Mrs. Dr. Possible poked her head into the room and laughed at the sight of Kim's struggle. "Never mind Kimmie I'll get it. You two look so comfortable there." Kim's Mother disappeared for a few seconds before she walked back in to the room. "Actually, it's for you Ron."

The teens started to stir but heard a gruff, "Don't get up you two." Retired Air Force Pilot Lieutenant Colonel Dan Grandness followed Ann Possible into the living room.

"Dan!" Kim and Ron gleefully chimed. They got off the divan and greeted their friend and frequent provider of many rides to their missions.

"What are you doing in town?" Kim inquired.

"I just dropped two VIPs off at Ron's house," Dan said and slyly smiled. He poked Ron in the chest. "When we found you weren't at home I figured you'd either be over here with your girlfriend or at Bueno Nacho."

"VIPs? For me?" Ron begged in curiosity.

"Yep," Dan clipped and got out his cell phone. He dialed a long series of numbers and waited all of two seconds for the call to connect. "Grandness here," he growled. "He's over at the Possible residence like I thought." Dan listened for a few seconds. "You're coming over here? I can drive back and pick you up in one minute." He listened to the person on the other end of the call. "Okay if you wanna hoof it. You know the house, it's the one I pointed out before we got to his place." Dan listened and nodded to the caller. "Okay, we'll wait for you here. See you in a few." Dan closed his cell and smiled at the teen couple.

"So who is it Dan?" Kim begged.

Dan's smile morphed into a sly smirk. "I'm not a liberty to divulge that information but let me say you're friends with one of them and I might get in a little quail hunting with the other while I'm here."

"Quail hunting?" Kim and Ron said in unison as they looked quizzically at each other. Realization struck them both at the same time. "Lieutenant Fluhberg!"

"But who's the second person?" Ron asked. "Who would travel all the way from the Vatican to visit me?"

Dan's smirk twisted to an almost evil playful grin. "I never said I picked them up in Rome. I met up with them in Go City. Anyway, let's go outside and find out." The former Air Force pilot, now charter jet owner/operator clipped off an about face and walked to the front door. Kim, Ron and Mrs. Dr. Possible followed.

As the four breeched the portal Kim and Ron spotted the Lieutenant they knew as a young Vatican Swiss Guardsman walking toward them in civilian clothes. Strolling arm-in-arm beside him was a raven haired teen. She practically lit up as she waved and yelled, "Hey Kim, Hey Ron!"

"Francesca!" Kim and Ron elatedly sang and ran to the girl. The three teens hugged and kissed their greetings and laughed and chattered as they made their way back to the Possible lawn. Kim introduced the visitors to her Mother.

"What are you doing in the United States Fran?" Ron questioned the brown-eyed beauty.

"I'm taking a couple of weeks off to check out some of the college campuses in the U.S.," Fran said blithely, "and the Lieutenant is my chaperon. Daddy insisted I have him along for my protection."

"But how did you hook up with Dan," Kim asked. "Wouldn't you two normally be flying commercial?"

"We were," Fran said, "but Daddy called last night and told us to get to Ron as quickly as possible. All the flights from Go City to Middleton were booked so we hired Colonel Grandness to get us here."

"Fluhberg here recommended my services," Dan said sheepishly and slapped the Lieutenant on the arm, "and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Don't worry none. I'm giving them a special rate as friends of Team Possible."

"But why would your Father say to come to me?" Ron asked in total confusion.

Fran shrugged. "I don't know. He..."

"Let's go inside and sit down." Lt. Fluhberg cut her off as he glanced around the neighborhood. "I'm not sure myself but Mr. Jackman said to find Ron and keep him safe until further notice." The Lieutenant pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed a number. "Sir, Fran and I are in Middleton and we're with Ron and Kim." Fluhberg paused as he listened. "I understand, I won't let them out of my sight for a minute." He paused to listen again. "Yes Sir I'll tell her." The Lieutenant hung up his phone and turned to Fran. "Sorry but your Father didn't have time to talk to you. He sends his love."

Fran smiled graciously as everyone walked into the house. "I understand. He must be swamped with the pandemonium that's going on at the Holy See."

Lieutenant Fluhberg turned to his friend Dan Grandness. "Are you available for the next few days G-Man?" he asked.

Dan smiled. "I have the whole month free if you need me."

They all entered the living room and sat down. Mrs. Dr. Possible asked, "Would anyone like something to drink? I just brewed up a batch of iced tea."

Everyone agreed iced tea would be swell and Kim chimed, "I'll get it Mom."

Mrs. Dr. Possible patted her daughter's hand. "No Kimmie I'll get it. You entertain your guests." She turned to Fran. "I swear, sometimes Kim can be so enthusiastic and helpful she forgets her manners."

"MOM!" Kim whined.

Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled smugly as she got up. She enjoyed the laughter at her Daughter's expense as she walked out the door to the kitchen.

"So Fran," Ron turned to the raven haired girl trying to change the subject and quickly divert the attention from his blushing girlfriend, "would your Dad be worried about your safety?"

"I doubt it. If you remember I know nine styles of Martial Arts." Fran said flatly. She wrapped her arms around one of Lieutenant Fluhberg's arms. " Besides, I got Frankie here to watch my back and Daddy would've told me to come home if he thought there was any danger." She leaned over and gave Fluhberg a kiss.

"Wait a minute!" Ron almost yelled, "what about Freddie... what's his name?"

"Farnsworth," Kim reminded him.

Fran giggled. "Freddie and his Father were recalled back to England right after your visit. They reassigned Ambassador Farnsworth to Japan and Freddie moved with him to Tokyo. Frankie and I hooked up at a social events a few weeks ago." She laced her hand with his. "We know we'll probable split up when I go off to college but we'll have some fun until then." Fran's hand quickly shot to cover her mouth. "Oh Gracious God No! I hope I'm wrong!" she gasped.

"Wrong about what?" Frank asked his girlfriend.

"I was talking with Cardinal Funicello about the election of the new Pope before we flew to the States and he went into sequester. He thought there would be a big disagreement between the Cardinals as to who would be a good Pope. I said they might have to look outside the usual names, maybe even someone who wasn't a Cardinal or a Bishop. He jokingly said it might be better to elect someone who was outside the faith. Then he got a strange look on his face and went to my Dad's office."

"You mean he went to the Security Office," Dan stated.

"Yes, my Dad's the Head of Vatican Security. Anyway I found out later he checked out Ron's dossier," Francesca confided.

"So?" Ron inquired innocently. Silence pervaded the room for a minute as everyone turned to stare at Ron.

Dan chuckled and said to Kim, "He's still a little slow on the uptake ain't he."

"Don't you get it Ron?" Kim asked her fiancé, "your name might be submitted."

"Submitted?" Ron puzzled for a moment before it hit him and he said aghast, "But I'm not Catholic!"

"Maybe it was just a coincidence," the Swiss Guardsman postulated.

"Yeah," Dan chimed, "maybe the Cardinal needed Ron's address to mail a note or invite to the funeral."

"We did attend the service," Kim said respectfully, "it was beautiful. But we didn't get a chance to talk to Cardinal Funicello, only one of his aides."

Ron blushed deeply. "He told us the Pope's final thoughts were about meeting us and eating the Naco dinner I made for him."

Silence fell on the room again. Ron suddenly shook his head violently in a mild panic attack. Well, mild for Ron. "But I'm Jewish! Isn't there a law or something that says I can't be Pope!?"

"Ron amp down," Kim chided her boyfriend. "I'm sure there's some Canonical Rule to that effect."

"I hope so," Ron said as he let out a long low sigh of relief. His patented goofy grin reappeared. "I think it was Alexander Haig who once said, 'If I am nominated, I will not run. If I am elected, I will not serve.'"

"Complete the quote Ron," Dan Grandness urged the tow-headed boy.

"There's more?" Ron asked, perplexed.

Dan leaned back in his chair. "The end of the quote goes, 'But if you beg me, I just might reconsider.' Would you reconsider if they begged you to be Pope?"

"Gosh... I don't know," Ron pondered for a second as he scratched his head. "Am I even qualified to take the job?"

"Ron," Kim chuckled, "you may not be super intelligent but you put everyone else's concerns first. You're generous, loving and extremely caring. If you performed a few Miracles you could qualify as a Saint."

Mrs. Dr. P came back into the room carrying a tray of glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of tea. "What are you all talking about?" she queried.

"We were trying to figure out why Frank and I were told to come here," Fran said with a laugh. "What would you think if I said we were here to guard Pope Ron the First?"

Mrs. Possible set down the tray and folded her arms. She said with an all-knowing smirk, "I would say we'd better notify everyone we sent an invitation to, the wedding is canceled."

"WHAT????" Ron screamed.

At the same time Kim slapped her forehead. "Ooooo that's right, all the Catholic clergy are celibate. The Pope is considered married to the Church."

"But Kim and I are getting married," Ron whined loudly. "I don't wanna marry an institution, I want Kim!"

Kim gave him a peck on the lips. "I want you too." The room suddenly erupted in a cacophony of voices as they all started talking at once.

"Now hold on a minute," Dan waved his hands quieting everyone down, "this is all speculation here. We don't know why The Big Fly," he motioned to Lieutenant Fluhberg and the raven haired girl by his side, "and Fran were sent here to Middleton by her Father."

"G-Man," Fluhberg moaned, "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

Dan Grandness smiled wickedly, "You don't mind it when you're my wingman on our quail hunts."

Fluhberg chuckled and smiled wryly. "Well, the ladies do seem to go for that kinda stuff."

Kim interpreted for her Mother. "When they talk about their quail hunts they mean they go out bar hopping to pick up women."

"I got that Kimmie," Mrs. Dr. Possible slyly said to her daughter. "When I was in college we girls would go out Tom Turkey hunting ourselves."

"MOM!!!" Kim whined. She shook her head violently to get the image of her Mother on the prowl for men out of her head. "T.M.I!"

Frank laughed lightly before changing the subject back to the real topic at hand. "Anyway, my orders are to not let Ron out of my sight. Since I'm also escorting Fran and can't leave her side I don't know where we're suppose to sleep."

Mrs. Dr. Possible looked at her watch. "That's right, it's getting late and you kids have school tomorrow."

"Fran could sleep in my room with me," Kim offered. "We both know multiple forms of Martial Arts and should be okay. We can take care of ourselves."

"I don't know," Fluhberg said scratching his head. "The threat, if there is one, could be against Fran. But her Father might think we'd be safer if we were near the guy with the Mystical Monkey Power. Even without using his Power Ron swept the floor with the second best fighter in the Vatican, Giovanni."

Ron almost beamed. "Maybe Mr. Jackman wanted Fran to visit me so she could pick up some fresh Nacos to-go for Cardinal Funicello and his friends."

Everyone laughed at that. Fran finally said, "I don't think that's it Ron. Daddy sounded very serious when he told me to get to you."

Kim giggled, "To Ron, Nacos are serious business."

"It looks like it'll be a sleepover here tonight," Mrs. Dr. Possible chimed as she got up. "You can all camp out here in the living room on the floor. Ron, would you help me get the sleeping bags out of the garage?"

"I won't need one," Dan said as he got up, "I'll stand by at the plane. Y'all know how to get a hold of me." He retrieved the visitor's overnight bags from his big black HumVee, bade his good byes and left.

Ron and Mrs. Dr. Possible got the sleeping bags and helped spread them out on the floor. After a few minutes of wrangling over who would use the bathroom first the ladies went in and the guys waited outside the door.

"You know they'll be in there a while," Frank said with a sigh.

Ron smiled. "Yeah but it's worth the wait. When KP finally comes out her breath will be kissably fresh. It's too bad she always waits for me to finish in there before we can say good night."

Lieutenant Fluhberg laughed. "Yes. It's strange that they'll kiss you when you have morning breath but won't say good night before you gargle."

"I heard that crack," the female voice came from the bathroom. Fran poked her head out the door. "Just for that you'll be sleeping in your own bag and I won't visit you during the night!"

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Author's Notes: I will state here and now at the end of this first chapter I am not Catholic. I'm Methodist. I am not making fun of the Catholic Church or what they stand for with this story. I respect the Catholic community and their beliefs. If I make any errors in their traditions, rituals or ceremonies, it is only due to shortcomings in my research or expedience to move the story along. Yes, I do know of the edict issued by Pope Paul IV in 1559. Cum Exapostolatus Officio confirms only Catholics can be elected Pope. Disregard that Papal Decree for this story, Please and Thank You.