How your Father met Me!
Chapter 1
An elderly lady was sitting most impatiently in a rather uncomfortable chair. The chair as well as the lady had seen better days but both were still up to the task at hand. Lifting her delicate slender wrist she glanced at the watch face for the umpteenth time in the last brief spell and then up to the clock on the wall. Neither read the same nor did tapping on the glass face not seem to help matters in the slightest. Sighing, only a brief period remained until she had to close up shop, regardless of which time piece she used.
It was her job as supervisor of this small room to ensure that the auction came to a close at the appropriate hour and that all silent bidding was to stop at that instant. This was the reason the inconsistent time pieces annoyed her. All cards below the art would be highlighted with the yellow marker clenched tightly in her other hand and no more bids would be allowed afterwards on pain of her scathing glair.
She didn't mind being volunteered for this specific task run by the local art school. The run down old building needed a lot of funding to keep active and the auction was but one way to earn the financial means to keep it going. Goodness knows how much older the building was than herself but she was very proud of her war record.
There was another incentive for her haste, she was quite pleased to have two watercolour paintings registered for auction in one of the other chambers and was anxious to see how they were doing. Figuring they would sell she was quite curious to see how much they went for. She had taken up water colouring several years ago, hence the reason for her being at the school let alone the public sale. That and she didn't wish to pay the absorbent price to enter in the main door so volunteering got her in for free, the addition of snacks this year was an added bonus.
She was distracted by a slurping noise coming off to her right. An odd little man for he couldn't have been any more than eighteen years of age, was leaning over attempting to read one of the items on the board. He was in the section of non art related objects in her given territory.
She gave him a closer examination; he wasn't very tall, barely greater than her own slight stature. His head was oval in shape with a mess of blonde hair plopped up top and a look that said not a lot was going on in between those big ears. A body that was long and lean, she couldn't tell but he seemed to be in good shape underneath the obvious Smarty Mart shirt and vest. Oddly enough he seemed to be talking to himself: no she corrected herself it was most likely one of those new ear piece cell phone contraptions.
Her eyes widened dramatically swelling out to almost touch the lenses of her glasses. The young man was talking to someone or more correctly something. There was an ugly pink thing sitting upon his shoulder. Adjusting the glasses, it seemed to be a bald rodent but it wasn't naked for it had a Smarty Mart vest on and an orange tie wrapped about its little neck. She shuttered at the image, she wasn't a big fan of rodents; although this one seemed to be responding to the man's enquires in that it nodded and pointed whenever spoken to.
The young man reached down picking up a pamphlet, obviously to get a better look at the item up for sale. Conferring with his companion once more the lad picked up a pencil and jotted his name down in the assigned spot for the item he wished to purchase. He seemed quite proud of himself for he seemed to beam with pride at his acquisition. Then he noticed the very next card over and seemed surprised by the writing on it. Scratching his head he entered once more into a conference with the creature on his shoulder.
Chastising herself the elderly lady had let slip the hour and now it was slightly past the time for her assigned duty. Rising quickly she removed the lid of her bright yellow highlighter pen and began to ink over the winning name on each of the cards in the room. There was quite a number positioned on almost every available space uncluttered with art.
"Um…excuse me!" the lady turned with a start. It was the young man standing directly behind her. She blinked several times not entirely certain what to do. "This one here." He pointed to one of the pages, she had no idea what item the page was assigned to, and didn't really care. But he proceeded scratching the back of his neck "can I sign that one too?"
With her foot tapping in slight aggravation "No you may not! Once the paper is crossed off no further bids are allowed." She told him as sternly as possible hoping he'd go away.
"But no ones put a bid in on it."
Looking more closely at the page the youth was correct for no bids had been placed on the paper so in fact it was a dead item. Thinking for a second; "Fine! You can put your name down." Snorting in annoyance she relented, there was no sense letting things go to waste.
The young man and his…pet leapt into the air cheering as if he had just saved the world. High five to the little thing on his shoulder and a mighty Booyaa all around they had won. Shaking her head the lady wondered off to continue her work.
Xxxx
The home occupied by the Possible family was quiet this sunshiny morning, a most unusual occurrence. What with it being the residence of an unusual family of overachievers. The parent's occupations comprised of a rocket scientist for the father and a brain surgeon for a mother. The daughter was an exceptional student, cheerleader and in her spare time world saving teen hero, after work of coarse. The youngest set of twin boys were even at a youthful age were already in high school.
In the kitchen were the ladies of the household, the elder sat quietly sipping on her morning coffee, something she rarely did. Caffeine could give her fingers the shakes and that would not do, especially during a delicate surgery. Her lovely daughter sitting directly across was eating what could only be described as a sum-what healthy breakfast. Both enjoyed the quiet.
Together they looked up as the back door sounded with a slight rap and proceeded to fly open with the early arrival of the young ladies boyfriend. He was in a jovial mood as he strutted towards the girls. With a naked mole rat perched upon his shoulder he resounded a hearty good morning by saying "How are the two loveliest Possible girls this morning?" it never hurt to butter up the mother-in-law.
He was stopped dead in his tracks, reeling backwards under a withering gaze. He was getting that look, the one with the eyebrow and it was in stereo. "What?" the poor boy questioned; clearly disillusioned.
"Alright what did you do?" Asked his loving girlfriend Kim Possible clearly figuring he was guilty of something.
"Nothing…well no…I got you a gift." Removing a slightly battered envelope from his pocket, sliding it across the table he beamed with pride.
Even though she was sitting Kim rammed her fists into her hips and glared at him. She would be lying if she said she didn't like getting fancy offerings showing his affection but…"You didn't spend your entire pay check did you?" She had been tying to get him to save his money, some day they would definitely need it.
Both young man and the creature on his shoulder crossed their arms about their chests indignant at the comment. "No! We did quite well and besides it was tax deductible." He stated in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh wow Ron this is incredible!" Mom had picked up the envelope and looked inside to see what the surprise was. Immediately after the comment her offspring leaned over trying to catch a view. "These must have cost a fortune."
"No!" he seemed slightly embarrassed by the comments for he hung his head slightly and scuffed the ground with the toe of his shoe. "We did quite well. There was this auction with art work that we didn't really care much for. And we found those and thought that we could spoil our best girl with a day off. Then we saw the other one and figured that you could do the mother daughter bonding time thing." By the end his hands and fingers were doing random circlets as if he were using them to convey some point, clearly not succeeding. But in the end he was still overly pleased at the offerings.
Leaning back into her chair Mrs. Possible, her coffee now forgotten contemplated the adventure her future son-in-law was sending her on. "A full day at a spa, that sounds just plain wonderful." She hadn't done anything like that for ages; it would be magnificent to be pampered for the full day, and all compliments of Ron. "Thank you so much, Ronald." Aside she whispered to her little girl. "Ok it's now official you and keep him."
Not that there was any doubt but "Gee thank mom." Stated with some sarcasm "But what happens if something comes up?" A day off sounded nice but the spa thing just wasn't really a Kim Possible thing, never having been to one she really shouldn't have made the judgment.
"Rufus and I will handle it. So when you go hand over the Kimmunicator." They would have to make reservations before going and that wouldn't be for some weeks but Ron held out his hand open palm as if he would take it now.
Kim pailed at the thought.
Xxxxx
Ron Stoppable was poised in the center of the driveway before the Possible residence. An immense grin was about his face as he watched the minivan back out the drive and out onto the street. In it the two Possible beauties moved onward to their day of adventure at the spa. They would be pampered and spoiled the way beautiful princesses should on occasion be indulged. He was so hopping Kim enjoyed her day and not just because a happy Kim was much easier to get along with.
In side the vehicle he could see the lasses wave their hands biding him a duo. In turn he brought his hand up and responded with a like wise expression. It had worried him that Kim would not enjoy her day away and would fret over leaving him in charge. He had seen it in her eyes when she handed him the Kimmunicator, vexing over whether the world would still be there when she got back. And it wasn't like the same apprehension wasn't occurring to him as well.
He continued to wave even as the vehicle disappeared down the street and out of sight. Turning back from the road he watched the male members of the Possible family disappear into the house. Faintly he could hear Kim's younger brothers mutter something about no girls to ruin their day. Ron wasn't worried about them, although they might destroy the house trying to make anti-matter or something like that. But that wasn't his problem.
"Alright buddy are you ready to do this?" he asked of his little friend who just so happened to be standing rather smartly upon his shoulder. The little naked mole rat who answered to the name of Rufus gave the thumbs up with one of his tiny claws, ready for action.
Hauling the small blue communications device from his pants pocket Ron thumbed the call button mounted on the front and waited for the person on the other end to respond.
It took only a moment before his call was answered and on the tiny screen emerged the slightly grainy picture of a youthful coloured boy. All that could be seen was from the chest up for he was hidden by a mass of computer equipment. He was plump in stature with hair that was curly and cut close to his skull. Wearing the traditional light blue t-shirt, honestly Ron had never seen him in anything but a blue shirt; may be that was all he had, the boy never left his room.
"So what's up Ron? Did the girls get off alright?" Inquired the young lad as he leaned way back in his chair, hands neatly folded behind his neck and a complacent look upon his young brow it was as if he had nothing better to do with his time.
"Yep! They seemed quite enthusiastic about the day." Ron stated, the mole rat on his shoulder nodding in agreement. "So what's up does the world need the likes of Ron Stoppable to save it?" Asked while trying to achieve the most heroic pose he could come up with on such short notice.
Wade snorted in amusement as he leaned forward and began banging his meaty fingers against the keyboard. Leaning back again he scratched his chin. "Well it seems the world is doing alright and doesn't need your brand of heroics." This revelation seemed to please all parties. "But there is someone that could use your help. There's a hit from a young lady about a cat stuck in a tree. Right up your alley."
Grimacing slightly, Ron was so not a cat person. "Ok Wade we can do this." It wasn't saving the world but Kim would be pleased he put the day to good use and helped somebody out instead of burning his eyeballs out playing video games. "To the Stoppable cycle!" Pointing defiantly upwards the naked mole rat and his human pet rushed of to the waiting motor scooter.
"Ron you'll need a ladder."
Turning around to face the opposite direction "To the garage!" he cried.