Q&A #2

"...when they do get together how will the other cheerleaders feel especially Bonni & who will pair Ron can't just leave him as a third wheel"

-emomatt

Answer: I honestly haven't given it much thought as to how Bonnie and the cheerleaders would react to Kim's coming out. I sort of forgot about them... I apologize. I'll think of something and squeeze it into my plotline. It would be a nice change from the freak out, mission, freak out, mission, pattern.

I won't spoil who Ron will end up with, but it probably won't be a surprise. It'll happen a bit later, sometime after things settle down with the confession. Heck, I'll start setting things up this chapter.

Mandatory Disclaimer: The only character I own is MD. I do not own any name brands/movies that may be mentioned.


Monique's legs fail her. She falls to her knees, eyes wide with an intense fixed stare, lips slightly parted. Her body is hunched over, near limp with stunned disbelief.

She is showing no signs of recovery.

Kim is beginning to grow concerned. She crouches down in front of her love. "Monique?"

The curly-haired teenager doesn't stir.

Kim tries waving a hand in her face, prodding her, shaking her shoulders, all without the minutest reaction. After being moved Monique just returns to being a slumped blob of astonishment.

The initial shock has escalated to full blown catatonia.

Kim fidgets anxiously, her nerves frayed from the confession. Without an answer, the pent up feelings of trepidation linger threatening to overwhelm her.

Barely a minute passes before Kim can't take it anymore. She yells "Monique!"

Still no response.

Kim raises a hand to slap her, but stops when something else occurs to her. She slides her feet back to get down on her knees and scoots closer to her catatonic sidekick.

With a gentle touch the nervous redhead lifts Monique's chin up and leans in close pressing her lips against the darker skinned girl's.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, not long enough to savor the soft full shape of Monique's lips. Kim is much too perturbed to care. Those lips didn't move.

When she pulls away she is almost startled to see Monique's eyes following her.

Her gaze hasn't lost its intensity. Kim feels like her stare is boring holes into her skull.

The hero frantically tries to explain. "I-I'm sorry! You, y-you weren't responding and I was just trying to snap you out of it, but I didn't want to hit you and the only thing I could think of was to-"

"Kim." The simple sound of Monique saying her name is enough to stop the rambling.

The hero audibly gulps.

She knows the chances are low that Monique would reciprocate her feelings. Thoughts of how she would respond if she is rejected, or worse, left with only one best friend, whirl around in her head.

Sweat begins to dampen her forehead as she succumbs to a wave of nausea.

Kim has never been this deathly nervous in her life.

I'm going to throw up.

After what feels like an eternity, Monique gives her an answer. Her trembling voice is barely above a whisper "I love you too, more than anything."

Tears of joy spill over onto Kim's cheeks.

This is...this is actually happening.

The emotional young women embrace one another, squeezing each other with unbridled affection.

A single clap becomes an applause as Drakken's henchmen congratulate their relationship, a few even wiping a tear from their eyes.

Kim and Monique abruptly pull apart both having forgotten that the are in a mad scientist's lair meters beneath the surface of the ocean, their objective being to prevent an indefinite amount of lethal nerve gas from ending millions of innocent lives.

Blushing bright red, the duo jump to their feet, markedly embarrassed that their intimate confession was publicly witnessed.

"We'll talk more later." Kim says trying to suppress the flush coloring her cheeks. "We have a major sitch to deal with."

"YGTR." [You got that right.]

Kim takes a quick survey of the spacious room. Shego is long gone and so are Ron and Drakken.

The typical protocol is to destroy whatever crazy device Drakken is using in an attempt to take over the world, but when deadly chemical agents are involved, that would be way too dangerous.

One leak could get everyone in the lair killed.

Kim pulls out her Kimmunicator and scans the giant jellyfish jar. Wade flashes on screen. "Wade, how does the environmental impact look?"

"Pretty green as far as I can tell. The nerve agent Drakken synthesised from jellyfish stingers dissolves in water rendering it completely harmless."

A smile brightens her face "Please and thank you."

Monique can see an idea forming "What's the plan, girl?"

Kim turns to her, smile widening. "We're sinking this place."

Overhearing their discussion, the red clad henchmen suddenly remember what it is they're getting paid for. They drop what they're doing and rush the heroes.

The teenagers find themselves completely surrounded.

"Tch." Monique lowers into a fighting stance "Weren't these guys just crying over us?"

Kim exhales through her teeth "Don't remind me."

The ring of men look intimidating and looks are all that it amounts to. None of them have the courage to attack first.

An unfortunate henchman gets shoved toward Monique. The newest member of Team Possible lunges into action. She spins, all the power of her physique slamming the heel of her boot into his temple. He lands several feet from where he was struck, very unconscious.

Kim winces in empathy. She knows how hard Monique hits. Her forearms still ache from taking a blow herself.

The rookie sidekick takes the liberty of knocking out a few more while Kim watches, mind wandering astray. She was right, there is nothing sexier than Monique working up a sweat dominating incompetent henchmen.

Kim forces down her arousal to clear her mind, her fingertips brushing against the faint scars striping her cheek. She won't make the mistake of entering a fight distracted again.

The hero leaps backwards with impressive acrobatic talent. She takes the men by surprise, raining a rapid succession of kicks down on their heads.

Overwhelmed, the men scatter opening up an escape route.

The teenagers seize the opportunity and make a hasty exit sliding into the corridor. They sprint down the hall and dash behind a corner.

Monique hydroplanes through a puddle of standing water and crashes into a riveted steel wall. Salt water drips from above onto her forehead as she angrily stares at the ceiling, lying in yet another pool of water.

The irritated sidekick scowls "This is ridiculous."

Kim grabs her hand and helps her up. "Totally, but at least it won't take much to destroy the lair. It should be easy once we find Ron."

They duck and dive through the compound in their search, Monique trying her best to keep up with Kim.

Water hazards are everywhere, the hero nimbly avoiding them with little effort, her sidekick, not quite.

Monique is excellent in close quarters combat, excelling in power and endurance, but she doesn't have the acrobatic skills and flexibility Kim possesses, making it much more difficult for her to flip around and maneuver over obstacles.

Monique adapts where she can, but mostly just ends up getting wet. Her pants are soaked by the time they finally hear a familiar voice.

"Booyah! King me!" Ron's distinctive voice echoes pointing them in the right direction.

Drakken's childish protest reverberates after "You, you cheated!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

They follow the infinite loop of immaturity right to their missing friend's location.

Ron and Drakken are sitting at a coffee table playing checkers in clear disagreement over who is winning.

Ron catches sight of the hero in the corner of his eye. "Kim! Would you tell Drakken that once I get to his side of the board he has to king me?"

Drakken spits back "I don't king cheaters!"

"I didn't cheat! How do you even cheat at checkers?!"

Kim presses a palm to her forehead. She grabs her best friend by the shoulder and pulls him back toward her. "Ron, were leaving."

"But, my game!"

"Now."

He doesn't argue with her tone. He stands, scrambling after her.

Drakken announces in triumph "Ha! I win by default!"

Ron grumbles "Not fair...I was winning." Monique whaps him on the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"AYS? [Are you serious?] We have a real problem to deal with."

He points a finger at Monique and whines "Kim, she hit me!"

His fellow sidekick narrows her eyes. "Tattle-tale."

Kim's face falls when she looks over at her love. "Monique, not you too..."

The darker skinned girl isn't remorseful "We need to find a way to blow this place up. There's no time to worry about some board game."

Kim has to agree. "Odds are Drakken has a self destruct button somewhere."

Ron offers some valid input "Shouldn't we make sure we have a way out of here, KP? I don't want to be trapped in here when things start going ka-blew-y."

Kim ponders for a moment recalling how she infiltrated the compound the first time "There's an airlock that isn't guarded. We could escape through there."

He continues the thought "And I saw some scuba gear on the way to Drakken's room!"

The girls squint an eye at him.

"You went into his room?" Monique asks, mildly disgusted.

"Akweird..." Kim concurs.

"Hey! Do you want the scuba gear or not?"

The girls look at each other and nod. "Gear first, explosion later." The hero dictates.

Team Possible sneaks past the blue villain's quarters to the storage room with the supplies they need.

They find Drakken's foremost henchman lying in wait for them.

"Looking for these?" Shego asks mockingly as she gestures toward the scuba equipment and oxygen tanks, hands ignited and brightly radiating plasma.

She impetuously charges up a blasts and fires it at the teenagers.

They dive out of the way escaping the explosion of green flames rippling through the air.

"I take it things went well." Ron says referencing the fight the women had earlier.

Kim ducks below a flash of green light cringing from an uncomfortable wave of heat. "Later, Ron."

Monique slides beneath the fiery assault and swipes Shego's legs out from under her.

The villain was hoping she would do that.

Shego allows herself to fall using her entire body weight to drive her elbow into Monique's solar plexus.

The impact forces a sickening groan out of the curly-haired sidekick. Her face quickly reddens as she writhes on the floor in pain clutching her upper abdomen in a desperate search for relief.

"That was for the nose," Shego says callously. She forcefully stomps the girl's stomach eliciting another pained cry. "and that was for my ribs." She looks away and casually picks at a tip of a clawed glove. "Now were even."

Kim rushes to her incapacitated love, dropping down next to her. Monique can hardly breathe. She lies on her side moaning softly, face contorted, eyes tearing.

The isn't much the hero can do to comfort her.

Kim stands and faces Shego, a vengeful rage building up inside of her.

Before the redhead does something stupid, Monique chokes out "Don't, Kim."

Monique doesn't want a serious fight to break out between them. She saw what happened last time. She hasn't been able to forget.

The deeply tanned teenager also knows she wouldn't be crying on the ground if she had not lost her temper in a fit of jealousy.

While drama once again surrounds the women, Ron sneaks behind them and grabs the gear they need. He's able to make two trips before Monique halts Kim's revenge.

Kim looks back to her love. Their eyes meet and she gets the message. She steps aside to allow Shego to pass.

Although the villain has plenty of room, she brushes past Kim displacing the young woman.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Shego says evenly. She throws a ball of plasma behind her right onto the breathing equipment melting it beyond recognition.

The villain walks out with a smirk twisting her wry black lips while Kim hastily moves the oxygen tanks away from the heat before they rupture.

They can't swim to the surface with only the tanks.

"Dang it!"

"Don't worry KP, we still have the Ron Factor." Ron says with a cocky attitude Kim doesn't think is appropriate.

The hero frowns "Not helping."

"Get ready to eat it because..." he pauses dramatically before revealing the equipment he stole away "Bam! We're all set!"

Kim grins, wholly surprised. "Spanking!"

The best friends high-five.

A groaning exhale from Monique cuts the celebration short.

She manages to make it to her hands and knees, but that's as far as she can get on her own at the moment.

Her friends quickly don the gear, secure a set around her, and lift her up, one supporting her underneath each shoulder.

The trio make their way to the corridor and begin their search for the self destruct mechanism. After a few minutes of the team effort, Monique can walk on her own.

She rubs her aching upper abdomen. "I can't believe I fell for that."

"It's no big, Monique. We all make mistakes, right Ron?"

Kim's innocent sounding question is loaded with countless implications, none of which are in the young man's favor.

A little bruised by the inquiry, Ron's head hangs lower. "...Yeah."

The hero realizes what she has done and fretfully tries to mend the wound opened by her thoughtless comment "No, Ron, I didn't mean it like that."

His demeanor is unchanged. "Sure thing, KP."

"Ron, please, you know I wouldn't..."

Kim looks to Monique for help, but she shakes her head, a clear indication that she isn't about to get in the middle of this.

Biting back a frustrated grunt, Kim clenches her fists until her arms tremble.

Why is everything going wrong today?!

First they almost die on a golf course of all places, then Monique goes bat spit crazy on Shego, forcing Kim to watch helplessly as she suffers terribly for it later, and now Ron is PMS'ing over a two word question she meant absolutely nothing by.

The redhead stops in her tracks.

Something did go right today.

The sidekicks look at each other then back at Kim's frozen state.

Monique raises an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

Kim shakes her head. None of the other things even matter anymore. "Monique," She said they would talk about it later, but she has to know "are we...together now?"

Her eyes widen and take on an intensity reminiscent of her earlier unresponsive condition. It passes quickly revealing a smile teetering on a smirk curling on her lips. "That depends, are you asking me out?"

Kim has never been in the position to say these words herself. It feels strange, yet fulfilling. She returns a smile and asks "Will you go out with me?"

"You know it, girlfriend."

The two lovers stand close and lean in for an overdue passionate kiss.

Before their lips touch Ron buts in between them and throws his arms around their shoulders. "Alright, KP! When did this happen?!" He yells excitedly, his imagined insult forgotten over the news.

"While you were playing checkers with a deranged middle aged man bent on taking over the world." Kim replies with blatant displeasure that her chance to finally enjoy those full shapely lips intertwined with hers was interrupted.

"After the mission, we can pick up where we left off in my bedroom." Monique says without an ounce of subtlety.

"I'll be there!" Ron shouts only half kidding.

His fellow sidekick resists the urge to hurt him in some fashion, instead she ducks out from under his arm eyeing him with a silent threat.

He tugs at his collar with his free hand smiling nervously "...Or not."

Kim sidesteps around Ron and takes Monique's hand in hers, pressing up close to her love. "At least he's okay with it." She glances back at him. "He's trying his best to be supportive, even when it comes out wrong."

"Does it ever come out right?" Monique replies, completely serious. Ron is a genuinely good guy, but it seems like whenever she has a conversation with him he will without fail say something that grates on her nerves.

"...No, but please bear with it. He's my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without him."

It isn't in Monique's temperament or upbringing to take crap from anyone, even if it's her girlfriend's best friend, but she finds it within herself, deep, deep, within herself, to give Ron a perpetual pardon, within reason.

Monique sighs. "This is love, Kim." She says, referring to her difficult mental adjustment.

Kim smiles and kisses her sidekick on the cheek "Thank you."

"I'm still here!" Ron yells waving his arms up and down in an effort to make himself more visible. "I can hear everything you're saying!"

Kim scratches at the back of her head "Sorry Ron."

The veteran sidekick huffs "Don't start ignoring me just because you got yourself a new girlfriend."

"Why don't you get yourself one then." Monique suggests.

Ron's eyes widen and he actually gets quiet. "...I think I will."

Kim asserts her best friend privileges and forwardly asks "Do you have someone in mind?"

"Yeah, I have for a while now...but I didn't think it I could make anything of it." He takes a second to look back and forth between his friends. "That is until you two got together. If you guys can do it than any pairing is possible with the Stoppable!"

Monique's eyes narrow slightly "What is that supposed to mean?"

Aware of his usual lack of confidence, Kim squeezes her arm and says in an undertone "We're his inspiration, don't ruin it."

Beaming, Ron strides down the corridor in a hurry to finish the mission so he can make his move on his girl of choice. The girls follow closely in case he runs into trouble.

The passageway ends with a single door.

With no way to go but forward, Ron pushes open the heavy steel door revealing a gigantic swirling mass of jellyfish sealed within an amalgam of circuits and wires.

"We're back here again!" he exclaims.

"Kim Possible!" Drakken yells, announcing her presence as if he hadn't seen her minutes earlier.

"Yes, it's me. We know." Kim replies flatly, tired of the routine.

His trademark maniacal grin spreads across his face. "I see you're ready for a swim. Would you like to join my little friends?" He gestures over to the jar filled to capacity with thousands of stinging jellyfish.

Monique swallows. "I don't like where this is going."

Ron rubs his chin weighing his options. "Hmm... Death by jellyfish...gas...jellyfish...gas. Which do you think will hurt more?"

Kim steps closer to her friends, for her protection as much as theirs. "I don't want to find out."

Monique takes a nervous glance around the room. A hoard of henchmen is closing in on them. "Then we better do something and do it fast, girl, cuz we're running out of time."

Kim's mind works furiously to try to come up with a solution. Her eyes wander to the mass of wires and circuits jutting out from the machine.

It's so obvious! "The power source! Follow the wires!"

Whatever Drakken is using to power his underwater compound is likely to be just as volatile and unstable as his state of mind.

Team possible makes a break for it.

Kim jumps and flips through the crowd of men like it's a well practiced cheer routine.

From all the experience fleeing from dangerous situations, Ron has become quite agile, juking and spinning through the men like a star football player.

As the rookie, Monique is forced to get a little more physical. She plows through them, not afraid to let a fist or boot part the crowd.

The team darts out of the main room and follows the power cords sprinting all the way to the source.

The trail leads them to an unassuming wall panel.

Kim takes out her plasma knife and hastily cuts away the section. Beneath the steel is an array of wires and circuits more intricate and complex than the jellyfish machine and ten times as dangerous. Electricity arcs over the wires sparking every odd second. A mysterious green fluid oozes out from the bottom.

"Is that battery acid?" Monique asks, breathless from the run.

Kim responds between breaths "I...don't know...Rufus...can you overload it?"

Rufus hops out of Ron's pocket, the young man the least affected by the exertion. "Don't trip it right away, we need time to get out of this place."

Rufus looks up at his owner and says in his little rodent voice "I got this."

He gets to work, pulling out random parts and tearing through connections, miraculously, without getting electrocuted.

It's when the power source steams and sparks violently, shooting out at blistering green spray, that Rufus determines his job is done. He climbs to the safety of his owner's pocket.

Team Possible makes a mad dash for the air lock.

Sirens blare and red lights flash indicating the state of emergency. Drakken's voice can be heard echoing through the siren's din cursing Kim Possible and her buffoons for undermining his plans yet again. He calls for Shego for escape and his voice falls silent.

The artificial floor rumbles under the teenagers' feet as they frantically try to reach the hatch before they're trapped.

Rivets start popping out of the steel walls at a lethal velocity skewing off the ceiling and opposing walls with a metallic twang, narrowly missing the heroes. In their place, streams of seawater arc through the holes with ever increasing pressure.

The teenagers pick up their pace sprinting through the jets of stinging water, forcing their legs through the rising flood.

Mercifully, the hatch comes into view. The trio twist open the lock and pull with all their might against the opposing water pressure. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they manage the feat.

Salt water gushes into the small airlock sweeping the team after it, slamming them against the far wall. Kim recovers and dives for the hatch, shutting it before it's completely under.

The airlock is filled up to their necks, Rufus clinging to Ron's scalp for dear life.

After the harrowing physical expense, they take a moment to catch their breath.

The small pocket of air near depleted of oxygen, they put on their goggles, set their breathing equipment, and open the seaside hatch.

The victorious team swims up toward the surface while Drakken's lair falls to pieces below.

Team Possible breaches to see a familiar rope ladder skimming the water's surface.

Kim swims over and grabs on to a rung.

...3-4 Hours Later...

Kim lies on Monique's bed, exhausted.

That was one heck of a mission. It wasn't even the almost drowning part, Kim confessed and Monique returned her feelings!

She even got to see the tantalizing fruits of Monique's training.

It couldn't have gone better, well, maybe if Ron hadn't interrupted some things, things the two girls are about to catch up on.

Monique sits at Kim's side. With one fluid motion she pulls off her own shirt, underneath, a tank top with barely enough material.

Kim's eyes go right for the cleavage.

"Even if you're my girlfriend, it's still creepy if you stare." Monique states with a joking smile.

Kim covers her face with her hands blushing profusely. "I'm sorry..."

The deeply tanned young woman takes the hands away from her lover's face. She replies in a smooth low voice. "Don't be."

Monique twists moving her body over Kim's. She leans down and presses her lips against the embarrassed girl's.

Kim, who was trying very hard not to look, is taken by surprise to have those full shapely lips she has admired for so long suddenly touching hers. Her heart flutters as she savors the softness, texture, taste.

The supple lips part and the kiss deepens becoming intimate.

The flutter in Kim's chest rapidly escalates to a pounding. She can feel Monique's hot breath flowing past her cheek as their tongues intertwine, searching for each other's touch.

Her hands slide from Monique's shoulders down to her waist. They slip beneath her navel and lift up her tank top.

Kim relishes the smooth, firm body in her grasp, fingering her immaculate build with an unrestrained craving for more.

The intimacy of the kiss becomes fervent, desperate. Their breath and pace quicken, their bodies heating up with insatiable desire.

Monique lowers her body onto Kim's. They press and rub against each other, temperatures rising past tolerable levels.

Kim moves to take off her shirt, but Monique beats her to it. She pulls it up and over her lover's head letting her beautiful red hair fall over the sheets. The deeply tanned young woman presses back down on Kim, gently caressing her bare skin.

The redhead moans softly as Monique kisses her neck, brushing her tongue over the sensitive skin. She kisses harder, sucking on the delicate area, eliciting a greater noise of pleasure.

Kim's body trembles when she feels Monique's warm breath blow on her ear. The breath carries a low enticing whisper "How far do you want to go?"

To be continued...


I hope you're not growing tired of my comments at the end of each chapter... I suppose you don't have to read them if you don't want to.

The kiss in the beginning is a terrible cliché. I'm sorry, it's all I could come up with.

I don't even like checkers, but it was convenient.

Poor Monique, I couldn't imagine that Shego would just let it go. Payback's a...you know.

I forgot to have Ron lose his pants. Next time, I guess.

This is kind of random, but does anyone ever wonder what happens to Drakken's henchmen when his lairs self destruct/explode? He and Shego always make it out, but I don't remember any henchmen escaping... Are they like redshirts, where they all die and Drakken just gets new ones on his next "shore leave"? (Star Trek reference if you don't get it) I hope not.

I am very unsure of myself when it comes to describing kissing and sex scenes. I apologize if it isn't to par.

Anyway... Please stick around for my next chapter to enjoy more KP action-y romantic sexually frustrated goodness. (If I could call it goodness...)

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