I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the scene between Monty and the Yono was inspired by one certain scene in "Rosemary's Baby" starring Mia Farrow (if anyone has seen that movie, you know which one I am talking about) and it was definitely disturbing, shot dreamily and distortedly that you wonder if it's really happening, and don't know the answer until it's too late.

It was fairly difficult to figure out how Monty Fiske gets himself back on track in the mortal world, but it's obvious enough that he's traumatized to a degree after what he experienced with the Yono. Most likely, a cover story has to be in order given that he was declared dead, so lots of discussion between myself and Blue Kitsune was in order, along with a couple others. Monty really has to go through enormous means to readjust to the world - but the fight is still far from over with the Yono.

Chapter One

Night Horrors

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No. He had the strength to speak back, clench his jaw the best he could, retain as much of his pride as he could. That monstrous tail insulted him but reminded him this was what he had no choice but to oblige to. Touching him there, sensationalizing him...degrading him. That was what it was, and no one would change that. Stop this.

I'm afraid not. The tip wrapped around his length and squeezed the sensitive flesh, drawing a gasp he could not help. He wasn't supposed to...! If you would only stop fighting, this would be pleasant for us both. And if you are awakened by another insignificant mortal, then you won't have to worry about this until next time...

He whimpered in response, when the tail abandoned the apex of his legs and went behind, ghosting over the valley of his rear, the muscles contracting uncontrollably as the monkey deity enjoyed this uncharted territory very much and pulled the trigger in his plaything's sanity - what was left of it, to be precise...

~o~

It happened like this every night since he awoke in the garden of his own castle, which had not been bought or changed in any way. It was very much the way it was ever since several months ago, and sometimes Monty Fiske wondered if he would ever adjust to being in the world again.

Bates and his monkey ninjas - they saved him, brought him safely home. The Yono had not been unearthed, nor had he even tried to follow him - but he was still in Monty's mind and soul, haunting him at every turn. Nearly a year passed since he was "reborn", and his mental state was not getting any better. Meditation only did so much, and he was going to give it another shot on this night. He could get his favorite tea afterwards and then the antidepressants prescribed for him.

He looked up at the grandfather clock in his bedroom, sighing sharply when he saw it was two in the morning. Perfect - perfect, that was it. He had never had a decent night's rest in ages; divine punishment, it was. He supposed he deserved this, but no. He didn't want to be tormented forever unless something was done about his suffering. He hadn't been able to do anything much with his life outside these walls when he was not traveling on excavation.

Imagine the surprise of the world when he appeared after seven years; he'd been declared dead, no surprise there. But what else could there have been done? He'd left the estate and holdings to Bates, his ever loyal servant. His monkey ninjas could have gone off and did what they wanted freely, but instead they stayed around and plotted to rescue him from the Yono. It took the efforts of the family lawyer's help to get him cleared from prison and entering rehabilitation for about six months. Six months of therapy, he thought sarcastically. Just wonderful, just what he needed.

Fiske was cleared of his slate, but that did not mean his mind was in the best state as it was. The National Museum allowed him back, but a lot of questions were raised as to why he had been gone for seven years, and where he had been. Having gotten lost during excavation - that was it, hard to believe as it was; he'd spent a considerably long time in the mountain regions of Japan and went through extreme means to survive, but that was only half the truth. Who would believe him if he told of being in another world, molested by a simian god until his manservant and loyal monkey ninjas saved him?

"People get lost every day," he assured himself as well as those nagging reporters who asked, and the rest around them, "so it's no surprise to return from the blue as I have."

Throwing off the covers with his feet, Monty found himself staring down at his nude body, seeing the sheen of sweat that covered him from chest to pubic range. His heart rammed so hard against his sternum that he thought it would explode. This was ridiculous - or should he say something better? He could not think of anything better at the moment.

He stood up and remained there, inhaling and letting it out until his heart calmed down a little. "You're losing it, as they all say," he muttered bitterly to himself, picking up his robe at the foot of the bedpost and wrapping it around himself. Who knew if Bates was awake at this time, but he wanted tonight all to himself. If the monkey ninjas disturbed his early morning solitude, he would unleash the foulest curse he could manage purely because he felt like it. He would apologize at another time.

Monty was no stranger to the hallways and secret passages of his own castle. When Bates had to leave, he made do with working his own way to take care of everything. The man had been there for him since the day he was born; he even delivered him from Monty's own mother, who died not long afterwards. A part of Monty felt abandoned when Bates could apparently no longer take his "Mystical Monkey Power madness"; maybe it was, but it was what Fiske wanted...and he was afraid now to even continue because of the Yono.

He turned on one light in the kitchen and padded straight for the cupboards. He rarely ever came here anymore, not even back in the older days. He hoped making the calming lemon chamomile at this time would soothe him and take his mind off things, but as he waited for the water to boil, he found himself staring down at his hand on the handle of the pot...where the yellow sign of the Yono glowed visibly.

Trying not to scream, Monty closed his eyes as well as that hand into a fist, immediately removing it from the boiling pot of water so he didn't get seared. When would this nightmare ever end?

The steam shrieked, telling him it was ready for him. But when he tried to grab a cup, his hands shook that he dropped it to shatter to the tiled stones beneath his bare feet. Groaning in pain - both in mind and body - Fiske leaned over the other side of the stove and bowed his head, his mind swimming that he didn't realize anyone was in his presence.

A familiar ooking behind him told him that one of the monkey ninjas was here. Whirling around, he saw which one. "Chippy! What are you doing here at this time of night?!" he asked angrily, gripping the counter behind him on either side.

The monkey chattered and walked his way, picking up the broken pieces of ceramic at his feet, and he watched the little minion toss them into the recycle on the other end. Well, at least his lackeys learned to pick up while he was gone. He didn't know if Bates taught them or if they did it on their own. "Chippy," Monty repeated, baring his teeth, "answer me."

The answer was obvious enough: he'd gotten hungry for a late night snack and thought he could come down here for a banana, and had heard the crash and decided to investigate. He'd been concerned his master had been hurt, which Fiske found mildly amusing but also accepting. "Very well," was all he said simply before turning around and plucking one of the bananas from the latest batch he had gotten today. "Well, I am perfectly all right. If that is all..."

Chippy was not done, however. He was always one of the bolder of Monkey Fist's minions, especially with that one time being the pretender's friend. The last he heard of Team Possible, so much had happened that there was no more contact between them, which he was thankful for. The last he heard of Kim Possible was that she'd married Stoppable and had a child with him, and was still saving the world with him. In addition, she was a respected explorer and archaeologist - which took him aback altogether. Why she'd chosen such a career was beyond him; was it for her own sake, or was she thinking about him...

Monty Fiske shook his head. No, she couldn't have. She rejected being his Monkey Queen, left him with an empty bed and the gift he acquired in Africa - and he took great joy in his revenge on her by allowing the Yono to turn her to stone if only for a short amount of time. To know she was still alive and well did make him relieved, to a degree. A small part of him wondered if she knew he was alive and well, across the sea from her.

~o~

"Ron, come on!"

"No, Kim; I have to stay and stop this."

"There is no time! The bomb is going off in a minute, and you'll get killed if you stay here!"

"Just as there was no way to deactivate it beforehand! Wade couldn't even get a way to turn it off, either, and the more time passes, the less chance you have to survive. You must go on without me, and tell Sara her daddy loved her..."

"I love you, Ron."

"And I love you, too, KP."

She awoke gasping and struggling to breathe. It had been awhile since she had this one dream - memory, actually - and she awoke sweating, her camisole and shorts clinging to her body around one in the morning. She found herself looking down then, seeing the silk fabric painted with summery blooms and with a lace trim; it did nothing to make her feel better by any means. She sat up with her legs bent at the knees as she ran her hands through her damp hair, once long and going past her shoulders but now shortened to below the ears.

"Oh, God, Ron."

Two years had passed since her husband sacrificed his life in the noble effort of saving all those people in the Downtown Middleton Center, a fiasco caused by Professor Dementor - and the final fight with him, she remembered. It all ended that day, defeating him once and for all that she was more than glad he was done for after...but it also marked the end of Ron Stoppable. The mad genius who rivaled Dr. Drakken just could not stand any more rounds with him and Kim that another direct attack against them was out of the question.

He was going to take all of Middleton down starting at one of its major locations. It would have taken her and Ron down with it, finishing it all off once and for all. The timer had been set to ten minutes, which was not enough time for her to take him herself - and then Ron did the bravest, smartest thing in letting her lead Dementor away from the main site of the bomb hidden within the depths of the structure.

After the final battle with Monkey Fist and the Yono, Ron still had what was left of his attained Mystical Monkey Power to absorb the impact of the bomb as it went off, the cellular level of the absorption so immense that it killed him within minutes. Kim had to see him one last time as she'd run in time to catch his body falling, laying him down and feeling her heart break when she held her husband and shared the last few minutes with him.

The agony in his eyes - oh, she would never forget it as long as she lived. Their little girl had not been there, and she had done more than struggle to explain that her daddy was not coming back. Sara had screamed and cried with her mother for a long time in the day after that, and then a few more to go.

"Middleton is...saved," he'd breathed as he looked up at his wife of three years. It had been a great three years, getting married right after college and then having their first baby, then establishing careers for themselves - he became a world-famous chef and she an archaeologist - but then it was taken from them.

Her face had burned with the tears that came. "You did it, Ron," she'd told him. "And it was all you."

His body shook, sending terrible tremors throughout hers. "Yeah, I suppose I did...but that doesn't mean I'll be leaving this place alive." His eyes glazed over as they continued to look into hers. "I'm so sorry."

He had said that because he was feeling guilty of depriving their daughter of her father. "No, don't you dare apologize," she'd croaked, cupping his face. "You did the right thing."

"I sacrificed myself for you, for Sara - and for everyone in Middleton." Ron had nodded, fighting to prevent himself from shaking again but knew it wouldn't work. His system was on the verge of shutting down very soon. His veins and nerves were jutting out in outlines through his skin, the blood draining from his face. He had more to tell her, and she wanted to hear it.

"At least I will be called a hero just like you, and everyone will remember me for this," he'd said softly. "And I got to see you one last time...but I wish I could see Sara once more. I meant it, Kim. I love you both."

"I love you, too - and I'll tell her for you," she'd sworn, bending her head down to kiss him one more time, and in time to feel his last breath on her face. She'd been there beside his body for a long time and not paying attention to anyone but the loss of her best friend.

When Kim Stoppable returned home with her husband's body, she broke the news to her family and his, and all the floodgates were like nothing you'd ever recall any family releasing when they lost a friend or loved one. The funeral itself was enormous, filled with grieving friends and family - but mostly, the immense impact was for the widow herself, and with Rufus perched on her shoulder, sniffling and bawling for his master who was at peace for eternity.

She'd tossed the white rose bouquet into the casket as though having an out-of-body experience, before it would be taken to the crematorium. "Good bye, Ron," was all she could say, but she did stay behind with her little daughter who was three at the time, and Rufus with them as everyone else left them alone.

Kim swung her legs on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor with her vision going white. She'd had the flashback every few months since that horrible day, Ron's death hitting her worse than everyone thought; they'd known each other all their lives. She could never save the world without him, so she retired following the funeral and settled on a quiet life, working at the local museum and answering calls to minor expeditions if rarer than it used to be for her. She even wrote and published for the findings, but otherwise devoted her life for her and Ron's daughter, who was turning five years old next Saturday.

Slipping on her robe which matched her short set, the kimono sleeves edged with delicate lace, Kim softly padded down the hallway and found the cracked door, peering inside to see the little innocence surrounded by pink and so many toys and stuffed animals - namely monkeys, a difference from her father - and karate gear. Sara Jessica Stoppable - it had been a laugh that the name sounded similar to the real life actress. At first it was going to be Jessica Sara, before it was noted the abbreviation JSS sounded like Senor Senior Junior backwards, which was an even bigger laugh. Soft blonde hair like her daddy, with her mother's green eyes and facial resemblance. She even had so much of Kim in her, sometimes had Ron's goofiness but otherwise was not afraid of monkeys.

However, on the mother's part, when she found herself on the topic of monkeys, it brought her back to a certain man obsessed with them...but he wasn't an interference anymore. She didn't want Sara to know about Monkey Fist, and she and Ron barely brought him up anymore after the mistake she made that nearly tore them apart.

Kim gently closed her daughter's door and turned to head to the bathroom down the hall, pulling out the medication from her mirror cabinet and taking one pill to pop in to ease her depression before she went back to bed, and in time to see Rufus wide awake on the side where his master used to sleep.

"Sorry, Rufus," Kim murmured, sliding back under the covers with her robe still on; she didn't feel like taking it off now. "Go back to sleep."

When she awoke around eight, a familiar little voice was calling for her outside the door. Sara had karate class on Saturdays, and it always started at ten, but the girl was always up earlier than that. "Mommy, wake up!"

"I'm up, I'm up," she said, hurrying out and seeing Sara already dressed to go. Even though she was almost five, Kim was happy she taught her daughter well to dress on her own. Though sometimes she thought the little lady did it mostly on her own.

"They grow up so fast, don't they, Rufus?" she asked the naked mole rat, who sighed heavily with her in agreement.

After dropping Sara off at the local karate school, Kim was driving home with Rufus in the front seat - and in perfect timing to get a call from Wade. The SUV had an installed GPS form of a communication system for the genius she'd known since high school who was now in college himself to become a career tech. "What's the sitch, Wade?" she asked, and a long time of that line never made it go out of style. Her friend laughed before it got a little serious.

"Well, sorry it has to be at a time like this, and is the kid around?"

"Not at all. I just dropped her off at karate."

Wade grinned and gave her his thumbs up. "Maybe she will grow up to be just like you and join Global Justice."

Kim inhaled through her nose. She wasn't sure if she wanted her daughter picking up that torch for her someday, but Sara's happiness and her future choices were more important than her own. "We'll see about that," she said, making a left turn after the light turned green. "So, what's on the agenda?"

"Something you haven't heard in awhile, and it's old news to you - an ancient artifact has been recovered, but the National Museum is calling for your help."

Thanks to DraconianKat and Blue Kitsune for helping me out with what becomes of Ron. It was really hard, because I DO love Ron so much, but it was for a reason for this story to work. There is more to come, so the story is far from over as it was obvious enough. It was especially challenging to figure out WHO would be responsible for Ron's heroic death; if it had been any other way, it would have downgraded him.

This chapter - and maybe the entire story - is also for Christy Carlson Romano (voice of Kim) who is expecting her first child, a little girl, due later this year. :) In case anyone didn't know, so congratulations to her are in order.