Hottie's Home: Chapter 7
I.
James Possible was not a happy rocketeer. As a matter of fact, he was having serious thoughts about some how discovering breakthrough technology that would allow him to reach the nearest black hole. A sinister smile formed as he thought of the perfect candidate to test the drive; the occupant of the house he was walking up to. The blond occupant who had already, in James thoughts at least, gone where no man should go. James smile broadened as he thought of that long trip and even shorter stop. His knuckles came up to rap against the wood. For a moment, there was no answer, James was certain a guilty conscience was inside, when the door latch clicked, the door opening slightly.
"Hinc...'lo."
James looked down to a smiling naked mole rat. "Hello, Rufus, is Ronald here?"
"Yep, s'eep."
"Well, can you wake him up?"
A doubtful look crossed the pink face, "Try."
"Please do, Rufus."
"hic...'kay." Rufus scampered up the steps to his pets bedroom.
James stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind him. He glanced around the room, his eyes falling upon a framed snap shot. His hard gaze softened as he stepped closer. The picture showed his Kimmie-cub sitting, holding her scraped knee, smiling at the camera. She was bravely holding back the tears glinting in her eyes. Not so her companion. Ronald was kneeling beside her, bawling his eyes out.
James blinked, most of his anger disappearing in an instant. What was he thinking? Ronald would never intentionally hurt Kimmie. Whenever she was hurt, Ronald felt it twice as much. James walked over to sit on the couch. All right, Ronald would never willfully cause Kimmie pain, but, James frowned, he still wanted to know just what was going on.
II.
"Hello, Monique," Anne Possible said calmly, "You're early."
"Got off sooner than I thought I would." A gasping voice emerged from the tangle of arms and legs at Anne's feet.
"Got to catch Daddy." Kim wheezed, trying to regain the air lost in the doorway collision.
"Kim, I don't think so." Anne said, her words shocking her daughter.
"But, Mom, daddy will..."
"Your father will not hurt Ron." Anne stated firmly. "Now why don't you two get up and come into the kitchen. We need d to talk about this." Anne turned, walking calmly away. "And maybe Monique will make more sense than Kimmie." She muttered to herself.
The two teens untangled themselves, following the older woman to the kitchen.
"But, Mom," Kim immediately began, "You know Daddy will scare Ron to death."
Anne smiled her tranquil smile, "He might scare him, but he won't hurt him, Kimmie. You know your father thinks the world of Ron."
"I don't want Ron scared." Kim managed, "I want...I want..."
"You just want him." Monique snickered, "Admit it, GF."
Kim's face would have done St. Nick's suit proud, as her eyes ricocheted between her friend and her mother.
Anne successfully hid her laughter, but her twinkling eyes betrayed her. "That's a pretty broad statement, Monique, care to explain?"
"Sure, Mrs. Possible, see..." a firm hand clapped across her mouth.
"You so will not!" Kim harshed. Shed removed her hand from her SBF's mouth, glaring suspiciously at her mother. "Mom, what is this? You were as worried as I was a moment ago."
Anne poured herself a cup of coffee. "Kimmie, I know your father. His temper is like one of Jim and Tim's rockets. It goes up very fast and either explodes or fizzles out. I think we can count on the fizzle this time." Her grin finally escaped.
"What if you're wrong?" Kim moaned, her head falling into her hands, "Daddy has never lost his temper before."
Anne joined the two teens at the table. "Trust me, Kim, Ron will be all right. Now, speaking of Ron, Monique, you were saying?"
Kim's head snapped up, a silent scream of NO directed at her SBF.
Monique ignored the flashing eyes and gasping mouth. "Mrs. Possible, you haven't seen our boy yet. He is just fine Looking like a contender for hottie of the month."
"Really?" Anne grinned back. "But what has he been doing? Did he tell you?"
"Not really," Monique replied, disregarding Kim's madly shaking head. "he said he was at cooking school and just did PT. But let me tell you, PT does not do that! And we saw at least one woman who agrees with us."
"And who would that be?" Anne smirked.
"A stewardess named Chantilly Lace, if you can believe it." She laughed at the name before continuing, "And I think she really wants to show Ron her lace collection, if you know what I mean." Monique's eyebrows wiggled lasciviously.
Anne scooted closer, ignoring the thud as her daughter's head hit the table, "Really? Do tell."
Monique leaned forward confidentially, "Well, it's like this..."
III.
James looked up at the thump that came from the landing. An involuntary smile twitched at his lips as he saw Rufus leading a stumbling Ron down the stairs. Ron's pajamas were obviously an old pair, the top buttons strained across his chest, and the pants only came down to mid calf. James watched with amusement as Rufus led Ron down the stairs by his pinky. Rufus' claws slowed his slide enough that he could maintain contact with Ron's half blind fumble down the steps. At the bottom, Ron automatically turned toward the kitchen. His auto pilot trained to get Rufus cheese.
"Ronald."
The blond head turned, eyes blinking, to face the older man. "Uh, hi, ah, Mr. Dr. P. Whatcha doin'?"
"Ronald, are you awake?"
Ron's face screwed up in slow thought, "No." He finally pronounced.
"Well, come over here, we need to talk."
Ron blinked, "OK, Dr. P., soon as I get Rufus cheese."
"Never mind the cheese." James lips twitched at the low growl that came from Ron's bud. "You can get him some later. I have some questions for you."
Ron's eyes made a vain attempt to focus before he said, "Right, cheese later Rufus." He shambled over to the couch and collapsed. "What did you need, Mr. P.?"
"I'd like to talk to you about cold feet..."
IV.
"Now that was something I didn't think I'd ever see." Bonnie smirked to her posse.
"What's that B'?"
"Didn't you see Kim when we pulled in?"
"Uh, no."
Bonnie's grin grew. "It looks to me like she got herself a new boy toy while the loser's away."
"Bonnie!" Tara glared, "Kim would never do that. Besides, Monique was with her."
Bonnie frowned at he best friend. That little item did tend to cloud her juicy tidbit. "Maybe so, but Monique wasn't the one with her hand on his butt."
Tara's mouth worked for a moment before the words formed. "She was just... ah...I'm sure she was just helping him into the car. Right?"
The girls sitting around the Bueno Nacho booth exchanged glances. "Riiiight!" They chorused.
Tara sank into her seat, "Well, well, I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation."
The others looked at her tolerantly. "So, Bonnie, tell us what you saw."
Bonnie leaned forward, "I didn't see much, but what I saw was choice. I'm going to..."
Tara tuned out her friend, her mind seizing on one thought. "Poor Ronnie, he'll be heartbroken, he'll be devastated. He'll be...available!"
V.
Kim had sat at the kitchen table for over an hour, her mind fluctuating between thoughts of panic concerning her father's confrontation with her BF, and major embarrassment at her mother. "I so can't believe my own mother is learing about my BF's bod. She's way too old to think like that. majorly gorchy."
The giggling duo stopped, all three women's ears perking up, when they heard the front door open A mad rush ensued to greet whoever had just entered.
The three women jammed in the doorway as Anne froze. Three sets of eyes widened as they watched Mr. Possible stroll across the living room toward his office. He had a small smile on his face, a chuckle was escaping him, and he was tossing something up and catching it.
"James?"
"Daddy?"
Mr Possible stopped his journey, turning toward the voices. "Yes?" At sight of their gaping looks, he glanced behind himself, then down to make sure everything was secure. "What? Am I missing something?"
"James...ah...did you...?"
"Daddy...ah...did you...?"
James raised one eyebrow questioningly.
"James," Anne began again, "Did you, did you see Ronald?"
"Yes."
The three women almost physically willed him to go on.
James mouth opened. He spoke. "Monique. Nice to see you. You're a little early, aren't you?"
"Um...Yes...ah...Mr. Possible. I...ah...got off early." Monique finally replied.
"Good, good, always glad to see Kimmie's friends."James resumed his stalled trek to his office.
Before the logjam at the kitchen door could formulate a response, he disappeared into his office, shutting the door behind him.
The three managed to separate, returning numbly to sit at the table.
"I gotta ask," Monique broke the stunned silence, "was that good or bad?"
"Well..."
"I..."
Anne reached for her coffee cup, setting it back down when she discovered it was empty, "Ah, good. I think."
"You think?" Kim managed to keep her shout to a low hiss.
"Of course, it's good." Anne asserted, before she hesitated, "I mean, after all, he wouldn't be that happy if he had just launched Ron." She frowned, "Would he?"
Twin "You're asking us? He's your husband!" stares answered her.
"No, of course he wouldn't." She maintained, stoutly.
"I dunno, Mrs. Possible." Monique pondered, "I mean, JWD, good launch, and all that."
"Monique!"
"I'm just saying, Kim. Maybe it went well with the rocket and everything."
Looking at her white faced, gasping daughter, Anne leaned in to her daughter's friend. "Not helping, Monique." She whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "Kimmie, I'm sure everything is fine. We'll just ask your father at dinner."
Kim's face twitched in revulsion, "Dinner? How can you think of food at a..."
"I dunno, Kim, I'm sure Ron wouldn't want you to go hungry, just because he's eating out of a squeeze tube." Monique snickered. "Do you need any help, Mrs. Possible, and what are we having?"
"Brain loaf." Anne smiled, "and no thanks, I've got it in hand.
"Brain loaf? Brain loaf!" Kim snarled, "On top of everything else that's happened, you planned on brain loaf?"
"Now, Kimmie, how was I to know Ronald would be breathing through an air line?" Mrs. Possible grinned.
"Mom!" Kim jumped to her feet. "I'm going over to check on Ron."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Kim." Monique quailed under the emerald glare that turned on her. " After all, if he's in orbit, there's not much you can do..." Mo wilted.
"That's right, Kimmie." Anne backed her up, "And if Ron is all right, he'll be over tonight." At Kim's questioning glance, Anne explained. "You know he never misses my brain loaf. He loves it. Sometimes I think that boy has a sixth sense or something. If I make it, he will come."
Kim's shoulder's slumped. Monique stood, walked over and began leading Kim out of the room.
Anne heard a mumbled, "Brain loaf, why does it have to be brain loaf." as her defeated daughter was lead away.
VI.
On the Stoppable's large, soft couch, a slumbering Ron Stoppable's nose twitched in rhythm with the nose of a naked mole rat on the arm of the couch. "Brain loaf..." He mumbled in his sleep.
A/N I want to thank all who have voted for this story, and our favorite SBF in the fannies. If you haven't voted yet, I think there's still time. (hint, hint :D)
