Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company has all rights to the series Kim Possible wrapped up so I receive nothing for this diminutive ditty but your comments, good or otherwise. I learn from both and laugh heartily at total flames.

Authors Notes: It's that time again; The time to unveil the sequel to my recent story The Monkey and The Coyote. In that one the gang had graduated from high school, Kim now has Mystical Coyote Powers and Ron received the rest of the MMP when Monkey Fist bought the farm. With all the references to that story it might be wise to read that fraction of fan fiction first before biting into this bit of fluff. This is mainly a Kim/Ron, life-goes-on-after-high-school story, but there will be some action and I'm trotting out my own villain, Blackout, again. Oh, and the gang will attend a "future" (Time Monkey don't you know) wedding, besides the nuptials of K & R. Whose? You can read the first chapter and find out. This tale will draw on and refer to many of the episodes of the series while disregarding the finale, Graduation. It will also draw from a few of my other stories. Jenny Wakeman from My Life As A Teenage Robot also has a cameo.

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MC 2

Chapter 1

The Visit

Ron Stoppable stepped into the Possible family kitchen where Kim Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller and Tara Monroe had their books and things spread out on the table and were all deep into whatever they were doing. Ron smiled at the sight and chuckled softly to himself, "Man, this looks just like a study session. I bet I'll see a lot of this when we're off at college."

"Hmmm?" Kim intoned not looking up from the hardback novel she was reading, "did you say something Sweetie?"

"I'm going to the store to pick up a few things for your mom," Ron said aloud. "Would anyone like to join me for a walk?"

"No Ron Ron," Bonnie said as she typed furiously into her computer. "I want to get this email off to everyone while I have the chance. Tara and I just found out what our dorm address will be and Donnie, my cousin in New York, might come out to visit us in November so I'm writing to all my relatives."

"No Sweetie, thank you though," Kim said as she intently perused the open book, head in hands. "I'm just getting to the good part and I want to at least finish this chapter before taking a break. You go ahead."

Tara closed the Cute Woodlands Critter magazine she was reading, stretched in her seat and looked over to Ron with a content smile. "Yes, I'll go with you. I need to stretch my legs a bit and a walk sounds keen."

"Do you two need anything?" Ron offered.

"Nope." Bonnie shook her head as she quickly re-read the line she had just written and started typing again.

"Yes!" Kim perked up from her book and nodded greedily. "Would you be a dear and get a couple of cans of tuna, some onions and more sweet pickle relish and mayo? We're almost out of everything and I'd like you to make some of your delicious tuna salad. I think we have enough onion and garlic powder. Oh, and some more of that ice cream you got the last time please and thank you!"

"Strawberry praline." Ron went over, kissed his fiancé on the top of the head and hugged her from behind. "You and your cravings," he chuckled. "You've only been pregnant for one month and you're already getting them. Anything else my dear?"

Rufus popped out of his cargo pants pocket home and cheered, "Cheese!"

Ron looked down at his little naked pink buddy. "I know you want cheese, I was asking Kim. I won't forget your cheese." The naked mole rat gave him a thumbs up and ducked back into the cargo pants pocket.

Kim reached up and pulled Ron's face down next to hers. "We don't know if I'm pregnant yet, but if what you learned during your trip to the future is right, I guess I am. I'm just hungry for your tuna salad with lots of sweet relish in it right now. Oh, if you see anything you think I might get a hankering for go ahead and get it." She gave Ron a peck on the cheek. "You know what I like."

"No not really." Ron broke from the embrace, stood up and walked Tara to the back door. "Not since you started to get your cravings. There's no telling what Ron Junior might want at three in the morning." Ron opened the door and let his blond friend go first.

"You realize it might not be a boy like in the future you saw," Kim said as she turned in her chair to face him. "We'll have to wait for my doctor's appointment in two weeks to see if I'm pregnant, then she'll do an ultrasound a little later."

"I know KP," Ron said over his shoulder as he stepped out the door. "I'll just get a few salty things and my mom says fruit always satisfies the cravings of a pregnant woman. Maybe I'll get something that's all sugar and spice and everything nice in case it's a little girl. Tara! Wait up!" Ron swiftly shut the door behind him

"Grrrrrrrr!" Kim growled. "Sometimes!"

"Yeah yeah," Bonnie nonchalanted with a flick of her hand as she typed with the other, "sometimes Ron's humor gets on your nerves, especially when you're swinging your moods around like right now."

"I am not experiencing mood swing yet B!" Kim denied vehemently as she picked up her book and almost ripped the hardback down the middle of the spine. "They normally don't start until the ninth week! I'm only in my fourth week at most!"

"OH NO K," Bonnie snarked sarcastically as she stopped typing and faced her new friend. "Just now you weren't all lovey dovey one minute and the next you growled at Ron when he got in the last word before he closed the door. That's definitely not a mood swing."

"I..." Kim started before it hit her. "You're right. Sorry Bonnie, it's only been a month since the first time Ron and I made love. When Ron came back from the future with the news that I became pregnant because of our little forays into adulthood, well, it put me a bit on edge. I hope you haven't been the target of any of my high anxiety and building hormones."

"I have K," Bonnie dismissed, "but Ron's humor is a bit irritating at times and I've been reading up on pregnancy so I understand what might be happening to you, hormone-wise. As you always say, no big." Bonnie looked down at the keyboard and started typing again. "Besides, if it gets too bad I can always bail and head home."

"Just don't leave Tara in the line of fire," the two girls heard from the refrigerator in Bonnie's own voice as a red swirling vortex appeared in front of the appliance. A slightly older version of Bonnie dressed in a form fitting, three piece navy pin-stripped business suit carrying the Time Monkey stepped through the portal and smirked at the two. "Not like you will next week."

"Who?" Bonnie uttered as she stared and pointed at the teal-eyed brunette that looked almost like her.

"Hi President Rockwaller," Kim slyly chimed as she leaned back in her seat. "Ron just stepped out to the store so if you're here for a little grope-fest with him you'll have to wait."

"I know Ron Ron isn't here right now," the older Bonnie said as she walked over to the table. "I just dropped by to visit with you and myself."

"You're me when I'm like, eighty!?" the younger Bonnie marveled and pointed at their guest. "Damn I look good!"

"Thanks," the older woman said with a wry smile as she looked around the room. "I forgot how spacious your parent's kitchen was K. You're just so lucky to have grown up with the family you have. You and Ron still are."

"Does that mean Ron is alive in the year 2073?" Kim smugly queried as she folded her arms behind her head and smirked. "That was one of the variables Wade told me to worry about after Ron came back from your time."

"My advisers told me not to divulge too much," the elder Bonnie said as she sat in Tara's seat with the Time Monkey in her lap and casually flipped through the magazine the blond had been reading. "I can only tell you everyone is alive and well in my time and..."

"So I'm going to be President for five terms!?!" Bonnie excitedly cut in.

The older brunette looked at her younger self for a nonce then let out with a familiar cackling laugh. "I actually forgot how career driven I was back in this time."

"Well, well?" younger Bonnie prodded.

"Actually," the older Bonnie paused as a barracuda smile spread across her lips, "I'm from the year 2080 and I'm just finishing up my sixth term. I plan to retire after this one, although they want me to continue for another two or three more." She turned to the auburn-haired girl in the room. "No, I came back to invite you all to my wedding."

"Why would you want to invite us to your future wedding?" Kim queried.

"Well K, you, Ron, Tara and Wade have been a major part of my life for so long I thought it would be nice to treat the younger yous to a view of the future. My only stipulation is you must come in disguise. That way you can walk around without drawing too much attention. Beside, I promised Jen Jen a rematch with Ron."

"Do you mean Jenny Wakeman, the teenage robot?" Kim questioned. "Ron told us about her."

"Yes, I know he told you all about his trip to my time," President Bonnie laughed. "Just remember it might be different. Although, if it has changed I wouldn't know about it."

"Why's that?" the younger Bonnie begged, totally getting into the conversation and forgetting her computer email.

"Well, according to the director of my two Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer research teams," the older Bonnie answered, "I wouldn't know about any changes that happen in the time line."

The younger Bonnie thought about it for a few seconds and turned to Kim. "I still don't get what I'm... what she's saying."

"What President B is saying," Kim interpreted, "is any small changes that happen in this time line would automatically change her thoughts and memories and she'd forget the things that were changed. The things Ron told us about in the future would be erased and she wouldn't know about it. An example would be if RJ got married."

"RJ?" President Rockwaller begged. "Who's RJ?"

"My future son, Ron Junior," Kim answered before it hit her. "Do you mean I'm not pregnant with a boy right now?" She absentmindedly rubbed the little pooch of a stomach that she thought was starting to show. Of course Kim knew she wouldn't really start showing until week seven or eight.

"Oh you mean Paul," the older Bonnie laughed. "Your first son's name is Paul and his fraternal sister is Patricia."

"I'm pregnant with twins!" Kim shouted as she stood up in shock.

"Oops!" older Bonnie giggled with a hand covering her mouth. "I guess you won't know about them until the ultrasound."

"Twins," Kim uttered as she plopped down in her chair. She slowly shook her head and smiled. "Well, that's an example of the different time lines I guess. Ron told me I had one son that never got married. The difference is probably due to Ron not disappearing from this time line."

"Oh I get it," younger Bonnie said with a smile to her older self. "Things can change in the future that Ron told us about and you would only know the changes, forgetting the other stuff. But... what if I get married before you do? Wouldn't that make you, ah me, er us...a bigamist?"

"That or we'd be very lucky," older Bonnie laughed and shrugged. "No, if you get married then I'll suddenly be married to your guy and live out my life with him, not knowing anything was different. But in my time line I guess you'll get so wrapped up in your career you'll totally forgot to have a private life. Ergo, I'm ninety-one and still single."

"But all the major incidents should remain the same," Kim posed. "The First Galactic Invasion will still happen in the year 2033 and everyone in Middleton will mistakenly get sprayed by the aliens with a life extending mist, right? I mean otherwise the chain of events that lead to you becoming President for six terms would fall apart and you'd look a lot older. You wouldn't be standing here in your past either, not having chased after the Time Monkey."

"That's what my advisers told me," President Rockwaller agreed and nodded.

"So what's my first elected office?" younger Bonnie begged, "and what was Tara's strategy?"

"Tara!" older Bonnie growled in revulsion. "That little weasel isn't..." She slapped a hand over her mouth when she suddenly realized she was about to reveal some information that the younger Bonnie wouldn't know about and maybe shouldn't know in the first place.

"Are you saying Tara isn't your Vice President?" Kim slyly asked. "Did you two have a falling out in our future?"

Older Bonnie thought for a few seconds and smiled wickedly. "Well, since I consider it a minor event time-line-wise, and doesn't really count, I guess I can tell you and change that." She turned to her younger self. "T and I had an major argument in our senior year at college and she became so vindictive she opposed me for every office I ran for. If you want to avoid the situation don't ever call her a bubble-headed blond."

"I never would!" younger Bonnie denied vehemently.

"Yes you would and I did," older Bonnie countered. "Just... just never debate Tara in class during your senior year. That's what led to the argument."

"Never debate Tara or call her a bubble-headed blond," younger Bonnie said to herself and nodded. "Right!"

"I really should get going before I totally screw up my time line," the older Bonnie sighed and stood up. "Just be ready next Sunday at noon when the vortex opens. Don't worry, you'll only be gone for a few minutes in this time." She stroked the Time Monkey in her hand and the portal opened behind her. A sly barracuda smile escaped her lips before she turned and said over her shoulder, "See you next weekend Kim "Coyote" Stoppable... Governor Rockwaller."

"Wait!" Kim yelled and the President stopped half way into the vortex. "Who are you getting married to and what would you like for a wedding present?"

"Your century's cash would do nicely for a wedding gift since it will be so valuable in the future," the older Bonnie laughed as she stepped through the vortex, "and I'm marrying the previous President." The jagged red portal swiftly closed.

"The previous President?" Bonnie wondered. "Who would that be?"

"That's right," Kim said in realization, "Ron never told you about that. He said General Brick Flagg was the President before you."

"My Bricky?" Bonnie squealed in delight.