Here is the continuation of what happened when Kim and Ron came home on New Years. Many have wondered if Evan is still alive and ambulatory. More importantly, there seems to be some fascination with Sarah's ears. I'm happy to say that she did not inherit her father's appendages.

The disclaimer from the first chapter stands. Disney still owns Kim Possible and company.

New Years 2028

Evan Moore walked down the stairs to the basement gym, his head carefully down and eyes on the treads. At any moment, he expected to feel hands on his shoulders, pushing him down those steps and onto the floor at the bottom. If he was lucky, maybe she would make it quick. Mrs. Stoppable was a diplomat and negotiator by profession, but she was a mother first. He wouldn't blame her for anything, after all, he had been lying on the sofa with her daughter in the dark.

Reaching the basement floor unscathed, he opened the door to the large home gym that Ron had put in before they had moved in. He held the door for Mrs. Stoppable, and then followed her in, closing it behind him. He knew that this was not going to be pretty, and he really didn't want Sarah to hear him screaming.

One corner of the room was dedicated to a weight machine. Another had a set of shelves with a rather intimidating set of practice weapons. In front of the shelves was a large open space with mats. Evan knew from experience that the entire family practiced several forms of martial arts. Mr. Stoppable himself had taught him some of the fundamentals of self defense. The first week had been spent learning how to fall correctly as he was tossed about. Kim pointed to a third corner.

This third area was set up with a heavy punching bag other boxing equipment.

"Wait over there. Move and I will come find you." With that Kim went through another door to a change room, grabbing some workout clothes on her way.

Evan looked around the room. This was probably the last time he'd ever see it. More to the point, it was probably the last time he would ever see Sarah. It wasn't something that he even liked to contemplate. Ever since he had met the blonde girl in preschool, they had been the best of friends. Each had tried setting the other up with friends, but relationships just fell apart, until they realized that they had both been waiting for the other. Only six months before had they admitted to each other how they really felt.

Kim Stoppable came out of the change room in a light blue gi, complete with a black belt. Now Evan was sure he was in trouble.

"Hold the heavy bag for me."

He stood behind the leather bag hanging from the ceiling and put his shoulder to it, bracing with his feet. No sooner had he done so than he felt the heavy blows as Mrs. Stoppable repeatedly kicked and punched at the bag. Her breathing was heavy but regular. Every now and then, she would give a mighty yell as she brought a foot up in a side kick. The sound of flesh on leather filled the room. All the while, Evan held the bag firmly, not moving so much as an inch. In this state, his girlfriend's mother was just likely to connect with his ear, and there would be no recovering from that.

The pounding went on for several minutes. Several minutes turned into half an hour. Eventually, the red headed demon began to slow down. When she finally stopped throwing blows at the bag, Evan peeked out from behind the bag. Mrs. Stoppable was panting and sweat had begun to roll from her brow. Without waiting to ask for permission or a request, he went over to the shelves by the change room door and grabbed a towel. He brought it over and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Evan." Kim said, sitting on a bench against one wall. With a nod and glance, she indicated that the boy should sit next to her. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she wiped her face and ran her fingers through her long auburn hair. For several minutes, she simply sat with her back up against the wall.

"Look, Evan, Mr. Stoppable and I are very angry right now. It's a parent thing. You kids are old enough now that what you are feeling is natural. We just aren't as prepared for it as we thought we would be." Uncharacteristically, Kim giggled like she had when she was in her late teens. "Mom always said that things would be different from this side. If she were here, she'd be laughing at me in that quiet way of hers." She got a wistful look on her face. "I miss you, Mom. I wish somebody had stopped that man from driving drunk."

New Years Eve 2006

Anne Possible grabbed her daughter by the wrist and dragged her up the stairs. Kim only managed a single glance at the garage door on the way out of the family room. They marched up the stairs, and then the ladder to Kim's room.

"Mom, you have to stop Dad! It wasn't Ron's fault. I..."

"Don't worry about Ron. Your father won't do any permanent damage. You know that your father is a peaceable man. We are just very upset and disappointed in the both of you. All of these months, and you have never shown such a lack of self control. That's the only reason we've always been willing to leave you and Ron alone together, not to mention the sleeping arrangements on missions." Anne frowned sternly at her oldest child.

"I know that at your age, hormones are going to be surging all over the place. You have a very strong personality, so when you get urges, you can't help but express them." Now her eyes softened a little. "You get that naturally from your father and I, so you have the possibility of twice the regrets. We have raised you to be a proper lady, Kim. Lying on top of your boyfriend like that definitely isn't what we had in mind."

"Mom, I love Ron. It's taken me thirteen years to figure it out!" Kim was desperate to make her mother understand.

"I know. When you started seeing Eric, I was rather surprised and disappointed." She watched her daughter shudder with the memory of being duped by the synthodrone. "I was so sure that you and Ron would get your act together. You don't know how hard it was for me to keep quiet." Anne thought back to an incident over a year previously, when Ron had woken from a nightmare, no a night terror in the guest bedroom after a mission, scared to death about possibly losing Kim. She had promised that she would never tell anyone. "I just want you to take a little more time before getting that intimate."

"I understand, Mom. I'm sorry I lost control tonight."

"I know, Kimmie. You are very much in love, but you have so much to do before you take your relationship to the step of sex. You have both waited this long, I'm sure just a bit longer won't hurt you." Anne hugged her daughter.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, sweetheart. The wait will be worth it." She thought back to the night that she and James had finally reached that step in their relationship. It almost hadn't happened.

She and her then boyfriend had been studying in her apartment while she was in med school. It had started with just touching fingers. Fingers became holding hands, holding hands to a kiss. Before they realized what was happening, they had been on the beat up old futon in the living room. It was at that point that her mother had decided to let herself into the apartment. She had called Esther Possible and both had been subjected to a lengthy lecture and a new set of rules about when and where they should be doing their studying.

January 2029, Barely

"Evan, our daughter cares very deeply for you, maybe even loves you. Love means being willing to respect each other, and to wait until you are ready to make a commitment like a sexual relationship. Ron and I like you, and we want to trust you to control your impulses with our daughter." Kim put her arm around the young man's shoulders. "Please, just wait a little bit longer."

"We won't let you down, Mrs. Stoppable. You and Mr. S have been like a second family to me. I think that's why it took so long for me to realize how I really felt about Sarah." The boy squirmed a little. "She would never do anything that you wouldn't approve of, Mrs. S. Neither of us would."

"I think we see eye to eye here, Evan. Just remember, we don't want either of you to get hurt. If one of you does, I might just not make it to the heavy bag before dealing with the other."