Framed
A Kim Possible Fan Fic
Author's Note: I do not own the characters in this story, just the situations involved. All characters are the property of Disney.
Ron Stoppable sighed heavily. If his wife knew what he was doing right now, he'd be in a world of trouble. It had been three years. Three years since graduation. Three years since Ron alone defeated Warmonga and Warhawk to save the love of his life, Kim Possible. The wedding was a lovely affair. Monique, Kim's closest female friend served as maid of honor. Yori, Tara King, and Kim's mom served as bridesmaids. Team Possible's computer expert, Wade Load was Ron's best man. He actually left his room to attend the wedding in person. Even the tweebs were on their best behavior, due in no small part to Kim threatening extreme bodily injury should they ruin her day.
As he sat in the co-pilot seat of a jet invented by Wade, he reminiced on the good times. After high school, they still went on missions. They even started going on missions separately. Ron had become quite accomplished. He was still a bumbling klutz, but not nearly as much as he had been. Kim was over protective of her husband, to the point of smothering. She allowed Ron to go on solo missions under one condition: that he always stayed in contact with Kim. This time, however, was an emergency. The Yamonuchi School had contacted him with information that Monty Fiske, better known as Monkey Fist was at it again.
He was after an artifact that could match the Lotus Blade in power. Kim was at work, and it was so sudden he couldn't even contact Wade before departing. "Something wrong, Stoppable-San?" asked Yori. He shook his head. "No, Yori. Nothing's wrong. Just thinking." Yori nodded. "It is always good to reflect," she replied. Ron never thought in a million years that he'd be lucky enough to call himself Kim Possible's husband. "So what are you thinking about?" she asked. Ron shrugged. "Nothing much," he lied. Their conversation was interrupted by a beeping noise in the center console.
"We're here," Ron said. He began concentrating. In the years since high school, he'd learned to master the Mystical Monkey Power. If he went at full power, his abilities allowed him to hold his own against Shego. They'd had a sparring session, and Shego was surprised that the buffoon, as he was sometimes called by Drakken, was actually able to match her blow for blow. "Now I know why he whooped the green giants, Kimmie," she'd remarked before leaving. Shego still wasn't completely good, but she wasn't completely bad either.
With Drakken working to actually benefit the world, they saw each other less and less. It caused her less headaches not having to put up with his outlandish schemes all the time. Kim was still wary of her, but she had good reason. They'd faced off many times over the years, and Shego had almost killed her more than once. Ron was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the jet landing. "Let's split up, Stoppable-San," Yori said. Ron nodded. "Keep in touch," he said. There was no point in getting careless. Though Monkey Fist appeared crazy, he was actually a dangerous opponent.
Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pocket as he started heading towards a castle-like building. "Gotta love Monkey Fist and his obsession with castles," Ron remarked. "Uh huh," Rufus squeaked. It didn't take him long to find an empty pedestal. He began to get worried. Without warning, he was spun around. He didn't even have time to activate the Mystical Monkey Power before being knocked unconcious.
Wade Load typed furiously at his keyboard. His XG-9000 jet had come up missing. He tried tracking down the homing chip he'd personally installed, but so far he was coming up with zip. He pulled the security footage of the hanger, and his jaw hit the floor at what he saw. He recognized the red hair. The person knew exactly where his cameras where, and they made sure to keep their back facing one at all times. There were only two people who had such knowledge of Wade's facilities. Ron and Kim Stoppable. "This is not good," he said as he began to contact Global Justice.