Disclaimer: I own not the Walt Disney Company TV series by the name of Kim Possible or any of the characters or situations from said show. Miss Suzanne is the creation of my own warped mind. I gain neither monetary wealth nor fame from this story. Tho it does lead to my infamy.
Author's Note: This takes place in the summer after graduation from high school for our two intrepid teen heroes. This is a stand alone, 8 chapter story, though I may arc and continue with the new character at a later date. There's just so much potential interaction between Suzanne, Kim, Ron and Wade.
Miss Suzanne
Chapter 1
Ron Stoppable leaned forward, cautiously looking first one way then the other down the street in front of him before he stood up straight, stuck in hands in his cargo pants pockets and whistled a merry little tune as he made his way in the crosswalk at the stoplight. When he stepped up on the opposite curb his left hand shot out and adamantly waved at the redheaded girl walking toward him from the other end of the block. "Hey KP!" he cheerfully called out.
"Hey Ron!" Kim Possible, part-time world saving hero, recently graduated high school student and current girlfriend and now designated fiancée of Ron's, waved back as she raced to her Beau and jumped into his arms for a very overt public display of affection. The fiancée bit happened after Ron saved the world, and Kim, from an intergalactic invasion just before they graduated. She decided then and there that, despite Ron's many eccentricities, he was indeed worthy of her wholehearted love and devotion for stepping up like he did and wanted to make their partnership permanent.
Their lips quickly parted when the blond boy pushed her to arm's length and said, "Whoa there KP, take it easy."
"Take it easy," Kim uttered in disbelief as she stepped back and peered warily at her boyfriend with a suspicious eye. "Since when have you ever wanted me to take it easy when we kiss?"
"Well," he stumbled a bit as his brain finally caught up with his mouth from the brief but intense osculation, "it's just that my horrible-scope told me to be extremely careful today because something really bad is suppose to happen." Ron stuck his left little finger in his ear and twisted it a bit to try and get the wax out. He pulled his largish digit out, looked at it for a second before flicking any imaginary wax off of it. It was a disgusting little habit of Ron's but Kim put up with it. She knew it was one of those little foibles that distinctly made him The Ron. Or as she like to think of him, HER Ron.
"Is that why you checked both ways before you crossed the street at the corner?" Kim queried. "Even when you had the walk signal in your favor and the traffic had already come to a complete stop?"
"You got it," Ron enthused as he glanced up at the building floors above them to make sure there were no pianos, safes or anvils being hoisted up to one of the rooms on the upper floors. Being an aficionado of old-time cartoons Ron knew there was the off chance a heavy object such as a safe or piano, while being moved into a top floor office or apartment, might break free and come crashing down on his head. And Anvils! Don't get him started on anvils! He knew more than he ever wanted to know about those very heavy pieces of metal after serving as the blacksmith during their senior trip stay at Port Mystic Cove Haven.
"Do you really read and believe in your horoscope?" Kim begged with all the incredulity she felt, which was a whole lot at that particular moment.
"Every day Kim," Ron said with a serious face. "Every single solitary day."
"But those things in the newspapers can't be accurate," Kim denied with a firm but casual dismissal of the hand. "I mean you're a Scorpio, but so are five or six thousand other people in the Tri-City area. They can't all be in imminent danger today like you're supposed to be."
"But you see that's where you're mistaken," Ron brightened with his insight. "I don't use the predictions in the papers no more. I was approached by this psychic lady, Miss Suzanne, a coupla years ago and she's been doing my horrible-scope for me every day! Aaaaaaaand," Ron quickly enthused with a finger in the air to stop her rebuttal and prove his point, "I'm her only client!"
"So," Kim crossed her arms in disgust and her voice dripped with sarcasm, "how much is this Miss Suzanne bilking... I mean charging you for her services?"
"Nothin KP," Ron said defensively before a sly smirk arose. "When she first started sending her predictions she warned me that someone would take all of my money. I asked if it was going to be her and she said she never even thought about billing me for her services." His face drooped a bit as he remembered, "And Miss Suzanne was right about me losing all my money. Drakken and Shego stole all my Naco cash that very day."
"So then," Kim linked arms with her Beau as they started to walk down the block, "how accurate has Miss Suzanne been?"
"Wellll," Ron rubbed the back of his neck and swiftly swiveled around to see what unforeseen dangers might be lurking behind them before he faced forward and continued, "whenever Miss Suzanne tells me it will be a bad day we always get called out on a mission."
"So you think they'll be a mission today?" Kim asked just as the Kimmunicator beeped its four familiar tones. Ron and Kim stopped in mid block as she hit the button on the side of her wristwatch and Wade's image appeared on the dial/screen. "What's the sitch?"
"You got a hit on the sight," Ron said at the same time as Wade answered Kim's question.
"See," Ron deadpanned, his hands held out, palms up.
Kim shot an annoyed look at Ron before she gave in, grinned and nodded. "Yeah yeah, you told me. So, what's the mission Wade?"
"Drakken and Shego have stolen the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer again," Wade said stoically as he typed into his computer. "I got the Team Possible hover car heading to your locale right now and it should be arriving..."
Kim and Ron heard a funky jet engine above them, looked up into the clear blue sky and noticed a purple hover jet, the same color as Kim's car, with a distinctive TP logo on the side slowing down for a landing. Kim simply smiled as Ron chimed up, "...Any second now. Right Wade?"
The computer genius polished his fingernails on his shirt and then checked them. "Am I good or what?" he gloated proudly. After the thwarted Lowardian invasion Wade had Kim scan Drakken's hover car and built one for Team Possible. It was now their primary vehicle to take on all of their long distance missions while the Roth SL Coupe handled the shorter distances.
"Oh Mannnn!" Ron whined, "not Shego! I'm gonna be in for a world-a pain today."
"Why would you say that?" Kim asked as if she hadn't been paying attention to the conversation of the last five minutes since she met up with Ron.
"Whenever Miss Suzanne says something really bad will happen and Shego enters the picture," the blond dejectedly answered, "it always means a whole lotta hurtin' for the Ronman!"
"I still don't believe your psychic friend could be that accurate," Kim huffed in disbelief as she and Ron climbed aboard the hovercraft parked at the curb. Luckily there were two parking spaces available for the craft to land in, it was just that big. Ron had suggested that the hover car should be super-sized to carry more passengers and gear and Wade obliged Ron's one request. (Well, Wade did deny Ron's suggestion of putting a Bueno Nacho in it so he had to give Ron something.)
"Oh she's accurate alright," Wade cut in and assured the red-headed hero from the screen in the ship's console of the otherwise empty craft. "While Miss Suzanne's normal predictions usually run around 96.6 percent accurate with a three percent margin of error, when she predicts gloom and doom and Shego gets thrown into the mix Ron is 99 and 44 one-hundredth percent guaranteed to be in major pain by the end of the day."
"But not even considering the margin of error, that leaves only a little over one half of one percent when Shego's involved," Kim said in astonishment. "Wait a minute Wade, how do you know about Miss Suzanne's accuracy?"
"When Ron agreed to receive Miss Suzanne's daily predictions on a regular basis," Wade grinned as he toggled the old-fashioned joystick in his hand and the hover jet took off straight up like a... well, like a hover jet, "I was brought in as the official scientific observer to keep track of the predictions and their accuracy."
"And you know Wade's the perfect guy to do it too," Ron assured Kim as he changed out of his usually red hockey shirt and cargo pants into his black mission commando sweater and other cargo pants.
"It doesn't take much intelligence to process all of the information," Wade waived off Ron's praise as he sat back in his chair to gloat, "but it has been an interesting little experiment to waste some of my free time on."
"If this Miss Suzanne is generally accurate 96 and a half percent of the time," Kim stated as she changed from her midriff baring, lime green shirt without a bra and blue Capri pants into her purple top (still without a bra) and skin-tight black slacks, "then I'd like to meet her. Maybe she'd even start doing my horoscope."
"I very much doubt it," Wade said as he leaned forward and concentrated on typing something on his computer keyboard as a means to avoid watching Kim change clothes. It was a little game that they'd been playing ever since Ron and Kim became partners in more than saving the world after the Spring Fling Dance the previous year. The couple would even call Wade while they were on the sofa watching television and cuddling just to see Wade's red-faced reaction. "Miss Suzanne only does horoscopes for Ron. She says by concentrating on only one person her senses for the upcoming days are that much stronger."
"Besides," Ron cut in as he sat down beside his girlfriend, "I've never gotten to meet her either."
"You haven't?" Kim sat up and peered at Ron queerly.
"Neither have I," Wade cut in again, "at least not officially. We've mainly I.M.'ed over the computer."
"Miss Suzanne says she doesn't like to use a webcam," Ron informed his girlfriend, "so she only shows an avatar of that Delphi Orator person when she chats with anyone on the web and then she uses one of those voice distorter doohickeys."
"That's the Delphi Oracle," Kim muttered under her breath and chuckled at Ron's sometimes misuse of words before she continued her query as she leaned into Ron's loving embrace and settled in for the brief but butter smooth ride. "Then how did she get in touch with you in the first place?"
"Actually," Wade chimed in with a sly grin, "Miss Suzanne contacted the website and sent a week's worth of predictions about Ron. I originally pushed them aside as a hoax but when all of those predictions started to come true I set up a web conference between her and Ron like she had asked for."
"Do you know anything at all about her?" the redhead questioned as she got comfortable by bringing her legs up under her side and wrapping her arms around Ron's chest. "I mean besides the track record of her predictions."
"Well, after her predictions started to come true," Wade answered as he brought up some information on another screen, "I did a little digging. While I haven't been able to get a picture of her I found out that she grew up and currently lives in Go City but she was born right here in Middleton, Colorado. And get this. Miss Suzanne was born on the same day as Ron at almost the exact same time. They were born only four minutes apart."
"Whoa, freaky," Kim uttered low. "So Mrs. Stoppable and Miss Suzanne's Mother may have run into each other in the Middleton Hospital Maternity Ward?"
"Actually Kim," Wade slowly said as he scanned through the data again, "while Miss Suzanne's birth certificate says she was born at the Middleton Hospital, the hospital's records don't list her or her Mother as patients at that time. The only connection I can find is that Miss Suzanne's Mother was working as a temporary, traveling nurse in the Maternity Ward during that time period and returned to her home in Go City shortly thereafter."
"Wait," Kim sat up at that piece of information. "Wade, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I've been thinking the same thing," Ron cut in with a straight face. "But where are we suppose to find a garden hose, a duck and a bicycle while we're in a hover jet at 15,000 feet in the air. Narf!" Kim shot Ron a really incredulous look and Ron quickly apologized, "Sorry KP, but I really loved Steven Spielberg's Pinky and the Brain when it was on TV and I've been waiting since, forever to get set up like that. Point!"
"Point indeed, Pinky," Kim said in all seriousness with a straight face. She swiftly pinched his lips together before he could respond. "But don't make me hurt a part of you I actually can't do without."
"Egad KP," Ron mumbled between clamped lips, "is there any part of me that you CAN do without?"
"No Ron," Kim kindly shook her head and released his lips before planting a brief kiss on the slightly abused flesh. "I guess that's why we're getting married in a few months before we head off to Upperton University together." A stern look washed onto her face. "That is unless you're keeping a few more secrets from me like Miss Suzanne and a love for Spielberg-ian cartoons."