Silence: Chapter 7
I.
"Um...ah...Yori?" Ron squeaked.
"Yori...yep." Rufus squeaked, before Ron's glare sent him back under the blanket.
Kim brought her head back down, until her nose was almost rubbing Ron's, her eyes staring into his. "Yes, Yori. Why is my BF dreaming about Yori?"
"I'm already dead." Ron mentally shrugged, reaching up to pull KP that fraction closer. Kim's eyes widened for a moment as their lips joined.
"Mmmm-mmm? Uh...mmmmmm." Her eyes closed as Ron took charge. Without breaking contact, he rolled until they were side by side.
"I was...dreaming...of...you. Not...Yori." He whispered, spacing the words with little kisses.
Kim's arms tightened slightly. "That's nice." She whispered dreamily. "You were dreaming of me..." Her whisper trailed off as Ron moved to lick right beneath her ear. "You were dreaming of me...with Yori?"
Two strong arms released Ron's neck, jammed between the two, then straightened, propelling Ron off the couch onto the floor. He landed on his back with a whuff of surprised air exploding out.
"KP? What..."
Kim knelt on the couch, arms folded on her chest, a scowl on her forehead, glaring down at her BF. "Just what kind of dreams are you having about me, Ronald Dean Stoppable? That include Yori!"
Ron looked horrified. "NO! No, Kim, I wasn't having those kind of dreams, well, I was, but it was totally you I was dreaming about, honest, you. I...I'm shutting up now."
Kim held up a hand to slow him down, her scowl lightening. "Calm down, Ron. So how did Yori come in to this?"
"Sensei mentioned her."
"Sensei? You're dreaming about you, me, and Sensei?"
Ron stared at her a moment in confusion, then he gagged, "No, oh man, that is beyond wrong sick."
KP quirked one brow in question.
Ron swallowed heavily. "See, we, you and me, we...ah...we were at someplace alone, just...ah...enjoying each other and...ah...KP, you know how every time we've started to get close for the last year, something interrupts us?"
The corner of Kim's lips quivered, as she nodded, "Uh-huh." Her scowl reappeared, "Usually Wade."
"Right. Anyway...you know, come to think of it, it's almost been like he could tell whenever we were getting close." Ron looked at the ceiling in thought. "Like he could monitor our reactions. Like he had us tagged or something, y'know, like they do those wild animals they want to track." Ron's gaze fell to look at his girlfriend in alarm. "You don't think..."
Kim rubbed the back of her neck, her face flushed, "Ah...noooo, no, that would be...ah...ferociously unethical...it...ah...never mind that, you were explaining?"
"Oh, right, well, that's it."
"What's it?"
"We were beginning to get close and well, we were interrupted."
A wicked grin began to flicker on Kim's lips. "You mean even in your dreams..."
Ron nodded with his best lost puppy look.
KP began to giggle, "I guess Daddy really got to you, didn't he?" She managed before collapsing sideways in laughter.
Ron grinned goofily. "Man, dodged that bullet. But what do I say when Sensei and Yori show up?"
II.
Dean and Jean Stoppable entered the kitchen with their arms laden with grocery bags. "Good morning, everyone." Jean trilled. "I see the boys are finally up."
Anne reached to help with the bags. "Well, all but one. Kim went out to see if she could wake him up. What is all this?"
"We needed to stock up." Dean explained. "There are a few more mouths to feed than the four that usually eat here."
James and Slim both stood, reaching for their wallets. "Let's split that tab." James said.
"Right, no need in you having to foot the bill, partner." Slim agreed.
"Tell you what." Dean grinned. "You two can go next time."
"NO!" Exploded from Anne and Anna.
At Jean's inquiring look, Anne expanded. "Only if you want to eat five alarm chili or micro wave dinners until someone goes back to the market."
Both Possible men flushed. "Hey, we're not that bad." James protested.
Anna crossed her arms and quirked one brow.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with ma chili." Slim muttered.
Anna focused on her eldest. "Three meals a day? How that baby has survived so long I will never understand."
Slim mumbled.
"Speak up."
Slim glanced up, then his eyes skittered away from his mother. "We, ah, eat most of our meals in the cook shack with the hands." He wilted under the scornful stares of three women.
"Isn't it a beautiful day."
Slim turned gratefully to the interruption. "Kimmie, you seem to have perked right up."
Kim smiled, "A little Ronshine goes a long way, Uncle Slim."
Anne interceded quickly when she saw her husband's face. "Is that Pandaroo, Kimmie?"
Kim glanced down at the plush clutched in her left arm. A soft, loving smile formed on her lips. "Yes," she replied softly, "Ron fixed him."
James looked at his wife, then at his daughter. Whatever he had intended to say died in his throat. "Ah, Kimmie-cub, how did Ronald find him?"
"I don't know, he didn't say." Kim whispered, hugging her bedmate. Her voice strengthened, "But, thanks, Daddy, that's another question that miracle boy is going to answer."
"Where is Ronald?" Jean asked, putting canned goods in the pantry, "Couldn't you wake him?"
"He's up, Mrs. Stoppable, but he wanted a shower before breakfast." Kim answered.
"I hope with all the showers all ready taken this morning, that the water's had time to heat." Dean smiled.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Guess not."
III.
"Are you through, Ronnie?" Kim asked, softly stroking her BF's hair.
"Yep. Mrs. P. you make great pancakes. What do you put in the batter?"
Anne quirked one brow, "Ron, I've eaten your pancakes, and waffles, and french toast. I don't think you need any hints from me."
Ron smiled sheepishly, he didn't want to seem falsely modest. "Thanks, Mrs. P., but every cook has their own way. You can never learn too much."
"Now that the compliments are out of the way," Anna spoke up, "I have a few questions and a request."
Ron looked at Nana warily. "Ok, like what Mrs. Possible. I'm an open book."
Anna smiled, "With a few missing pages, I understand. Kimberly told me about what you did to the aliens last night."
Ron sent a betrayed look at his girlfriend.
KP blushed, but held his gaze. "I had to talk to someone, Ronnie. You know Nana can keep a secret. Don't you trust her? Or me?" Kim ended with a wounded look.
"Ah, sure, I mean, of course I do, KP, it's just that...ah..."
"Ronald." Nana's firm voice jerked his gaze back to her. "I have told no one. I will not tell anyone without your permission. I give you my word. However, I would like to know exactly what happened."
Ron stared at her a moment in question. As Kim watched, she saw his 'serious' face emerge. Finally, with a nod to himself he answered Anna.
"Mrs. Possible, I can't tell you," he looked around the table, "any of you, how it happened. KP knows a little, but a man is coming who can decide how much to say."
He raised his hand palm out in answer to the babble of indignant questions that erupted.
"Mrs. Possible, I think you know him." He looked at his GFBF, "Kim, you'll just have to trust me. I made a promise."
Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable nodded. They knew their son's seriousness when it came to promises. The Possibles grimaced in frustration, but nodded in acquiescence.
Anna looked thoughtful before she finally nodded. "Someone I know, huh? Well, we'll see. Now, I need you and Kimberly to do something for me. We cannot reach Joss, I'd like to know that she's alright."
Kim blushed, then paled. "Oh, my gosh. I forgot about Joss."
"Man, of course we'll help." Ron immediately said. He turned to Slim. "You want to come with us, sir?
Slim straightened from his usual counter lean. "If ya'll don't think ah'll slow ya down, Ah'd appreciate it."
Kim stood, "Ok, Ron, mission time. Do I stll have spare gear in the guest room?"
"Yep, full set, KP."
The two teens left with Slim to prepare. "And don't listen to any arguments. You bring her back here, you understand?" Anna shouted.
A chorus of "Yes, Ma'am" answered her.
Anna turned to the remaining adults, "Now let's start getting organized around here."
IV.
"Aikido Sama, thank you for the gracious loan of your facilities."
"I am honored, Sensei, that I may be of service."
"We will arrive at the Middleton airport in three hours, Aikido sama. Will that give you enough time?"
"Assuredly. All shall be as you request."
"Domo Arrigato, until we meet in person."
Closing his phone,Sensei turned to his pupil, "Come, Yori, Stoppable Sama's training may wait no longer."
