Insert standard disclaimer and flippant quip here. It's three o'clock in the morning and I think I'll get a little shuteye before starting a new chapter.

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The Closet III

Chapter 12

The Barbeque

Ron, casually dressed in tan cargo shorts, a yellow tank top and flip flops, manned the barbeque grill while his father and Dr. James Possible stood by and gave unwanted, and totally unnecessary, advice on how to use the backyard appliance. Kim, dressed in matching shorts and top to Ron's, sat at one of the patio tables with her mother-in-law and mother while casually chatting with Dr. Schrumpfen. Bonnie, dressed in a pair of full-length denims and light blue, long sleeved, chambray shirt to cover herself more against the prying stares of the Tweebs, was loading a few CDs into the stereo system in the cabana so the party would have the proper music playing in the background.

Tara, unfortunately, had come outside in only a modest pink bikini for a swim. She hadn't heard about Bonnie's run in with the Tweebs and immediately drew the unwanted attention of the Twin Terrors.

Tara walked out of the house and over to the pool, unaware of the events that were about to unfold. As soon as she dove into the pool, surfaced and situated herself on a lounge float, the Tweebs wouldn't leave her alone. They'd brought along a two foot long, remote controlled, spy submarine complete with a fully functional, remote-viewing periscope that they had built.

The shriek Tara let out when she finally noticed the periscope covertly peering at her breasts swiftly brought everyone else on the patio a-running. The Possible parents quickly corralled the two rambunctious boys who spent the next twenty minutes trying to salvage any parts that they could from the totally smashed sub. Tara had snatched the sub out of the water and flung it onto the pool deck out of disgust and fright then swiftly raced back into the house to change into different clothes so that she wouldn't be ogled by the twins. When the platinum blond had reemerged, things had already settled back down to normal.

"So Kim and Ron are almost finished with their first degree in college?" Donald Rockwaller incredulously begged Paul Learner, Dean of the College of Education at Upperton University as the two men sat at another table with their wives, Vonda Rockwaller and Patricia Learner, and Tara's parents, Terry and Terri Tesla. "How did they complete four years of college, let alone graduate from high school, so quickly? They were both in Bonnie's class last year."

"Kim?" Paul Learner questioned the redhead who was seated behind him at the adjacent table as he leaned back in his chair. "Can I tell them or would you like to show the Rockwaller's your little secret?"

"It's not really a secret," Kim said as she stood up and walked around the other table to face Bonnie's parents. "Ron and I aren't keeping it a total secret from our family and friends. We'd just prefer it if the rest of the world didn't know." She held her arm out to the side and, in a light blue flash, her necklace disappeared and the Lotus Blossom appeared in her glowing blue hand. "Both Ron and I have Mystical Monkey Powers and with them we were able to save the world from the invading aliens." In another flash, the sword vanished and the necklace reappears around Kim's neck.

"With the Powers," Paul said, taking up the explanation, "they're able to absorb all of the information in a book by just holding it. That's how they're able to gain the information and pass any test for the subject the same day."

"Ron and I are even able to talk telepathically to each other across campus," Kim giggled, remembering when she'd telepathically asked Ron for a can of soda and a small bag of ranch flavored potato chips during a experiment set up by the Dean.

"Kimmie and Ronnie can also heal any minor scrapes and such using their Powers," Dr. Anne Possible said as she joined her daughter standing at the table. She didn't want to give away her daughter's real healing Powers, that the two teens could make major wounds disappear, lest someone found out and tried to take advantage of them. "The staff at the hospital kept the kids in recovery for almost a whole week after the invasion but we weren't able to discover just how the Powers actually work."

"There are a few other things we can do," Kim giggled as she slyly glanced over to her husband, "but they're kinda personal and private."

"And you can now use these wonderful Powers to take out all of the evil villains all over the world?" Vonda asked in awe. "My, it would be super if our little Bon Bon could do that." Donald vigorously nodded and smiled his approval.

"Mother!" Bonnie squealed in indignation. She'd walked over to join everyone half way through the explanation only to hear that vile epithet her mother had dubbed her with at the age of two and continued to use even after all the begging and pleading over the last fifteen years to stop. "You know I don't like that childish nickname!"

"She's right, Von Von," Don Rockwaller affirmed to his wife. "Bonnie is seventeen years old now and should be treated like the adult she is."

"I know, Don Don," Vonda sighed to her husband as she stood and wrapped her arms around Bonnie in a motherly hug. "But she'll always be my little girl."

"But I'm not a little girl anymore," Bonnie announced to her mother as she squirmed out of the embarrassing embrace. "Like daddy said, I'm an adult now and I've come to a decision. I am joining Team Possible and fighting all of the evil Villains in the world."

"OH NO YOU WON'T!" Donald Rockwaller angrily roared as he rose from his seat and violently slammed his fist on the patio table. "You're waaaaaaay too young to go gallivanting around the world taking on those vile Villains!"

"What!" Bonnie yelled as she raced over to face off with her father. "One second you're calling me an adult and the next I'm not old enough to make my own decisions about what I want to do with my life?"

"I know what's best for you, Bon Bon," Donald angrily growled to his obstinate daughter.

"Now hold on one moment, Donald," Dr. Schrumpfen calmly said as he stood up and got between the two combative Rockwallers, placing his hands on Don's shoulders to hold the man back and calm him down. "This is exactly what we've been talking about in therapy. You've controlled Bonnie her entire life. That's why she moved into this house, to regain some control over her life. I think we should hear her out and find out the reasons why she wants to join Kim and Ron on their missions before any final decisions are made."

"Come and get it!" Ron hollered as he held up a platter piled high with grilled-to-perfection hot dogs and bratwurst.

"You're right," Don Rockwaller sighed to the psychiatrist. "Let's eat and then we can find out why Bon Bon wants to take this path in life."

"Daddy!"

"Okay, Bonnie," Don Rockwaller ceded to his daughter with a chuckle as everyone moved over to the table now ladened with grilled goodness. A sly grin arose as he went on. "I guess I could always use the nickname I tried to call you in third grade when you started to become so obstinate."

"What did you used to call her, Mr. R.?" Ron queried as he brought over another platter full of expertly prepared hamburgers.

Donald Rockwaller wore a winning yet slightly devious smile as he said, "She used to put up a fight with just about everything I asked her to do so I nicknamed her Rocky."

"DADDY!"

Kim placed a hot dog bun on her plate, grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him a few feet away from everyone. She quietly whispered something in his ear before he reached into what appeared to be a very full front right cargo pants pocket and he sneaked whatever he pulled out of the pocket to his wife. Kim covertly palmed the object or objects and swiftly stuffed it into the bun. She turned away from the table where everyone was fixing their food as Ron went over, grabbed a hot dog and swiftly brought it back over and placed it in Kim's bun. Kim was almost beaming as she joined the group of people at the tables to finish piling food on her plate.

"Hey Kim, what'd Ron just give you," Tara slyly asked the redhead as she squirted a little catsup on top of her burger.

"What-Who?" Kim sputtered as she stopped spooning cole slaw on her plate and looked over to her blond girlfriend. She blushed and quickly denied, "I didn't get anything from Ron."

"Yes you did, K," Bonnie coyly said as she spooned some of Ron's delicious homemade baked beans onto her plate. "Ron got something that was white out of his front cargo pocket and gave it to you. Whatever it was, you put it in your bun."

"Oh, you mean…" Kim said as she nervously pointed over to where she and Ron had been. "That was nothing."

"That wasn't nothing," Jim said as he tapped Ron on his left shoulder, distracting the blond boy to look in that direction.

"That was a bunch of miniature marshmallows," Tim said as he took advantage of his brother's distraction and snuck around to Ron's right side. He swiftly yanked a bag of mini marshmallows from Ron's right front pocket and quickly dashed away, holding it high for everyone to see before he tossed it onto the table as he ran by.

"Kim just loves marshmallows on her hot dog," Jim gleefully cheered as he joined his brother in their escape.

Five things happened at virtually the same time.

"Tweebs!" Kim screamed and blushed furiously as she slammed her plate onto the table and took a step to chase Tim around the patio.

"Jim, Tim," Mr. Dr. Possible warned in his most fatherly voice, "don't tease your sister."

"Oh Gawd," Kim groaned as she immediately realized she didn't have a chance of catching her brothers so she collapsed onto one of the chaise lounges and buried her head in shame.

"KP!" Ron yelled, dropped his overloaded plate onto a patio table and raced over to comfort his wife.

"Cheese!" Rufus squeaked in delight as he tore into the plate piled high with slices of Swiss, American and Pepper Jack cheese that was on the table in case anyone wanted extra on the hamburger.

The entire patio went silent for five, six then seven seconds before Bonnie let out a nervous laugh as she surveyed the scene. Tara ran over to Kim to help Ron comfort the obviously distraught redhead.

For some strange reason, Jim and Tim raced over and hid behind their mother. That was a BIG mistake. Anne Possible swiftly grabbed the collars of their tee-shirts and scowled at them. "James Timothy, Timothy James," she growled in her most motherly voice, "what were you thinking!"

"Sorry, mom," the twins woefully moaned and appeared to be sorry for their transgression with well practiced, sad faces.

"What's the matter, Kim," Tara caringly asked as she stroked her hand around Kim's back in small circles. "I don't see what's so wrong with putting marshmallows on your hot dog. I like them on my spaghetti."

"Marshmallows on spaghetti?" Ron curiously questioned before he began to salivate and lick his lips. "Man, that sounds badical! KP, we should have spaghetti tomorrow night."

"Normally," Bonnie loudly announced to everyone as she sauntered over to the three teens, "I would deride K for such a strange concoction... but that actually sounds quite delicious."

"You really think so?" Kim sniffled as she sat up a bit in the chaise but also snuggled deeper into Ron's protective arms.

"Yes I do," Bonnie affirmed as she reached a hand out to help the redhead up out of the chair. "I mean the sugary sweetness of marshmallows mixed with the smoky tang of the dog… with maybe a touch of pickle relish to balance it all out."

"Actually," Kim good naturedly chuckled as she accepted the help up and moved back over to where she'd dropped her plate on a table, "I kinda like to add a little of Ron's special cheese sauce for that added kick. He likes to add a few minced jalapenos when he melts the cheese."

"Ron," Bonnie firmly said as she picked up her plate, grabbed a handful of miniature marshmallows from the bag and sprinkled them on top of her bratwurst, then held the plate out to the blond boy, "cheese sauce me!"

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The rest of the party went well, except when the twins tried to push Bonnie into the pool so she would have to change her clothes. (Hopefully into something a little more revealing so they could get a peek at what was under said clothes.)

Unfortunately, the twins didn't count on Bonnie's speed, athleticism and ballet skills. She gracefully pirouetted away from their coordinated attack and unceremoniously shoved them both into the water. To make matters worse, Mrs. Dr. Possible didn't allow the twins to change out of their wet clothes to dry off. A few of the adults stated that Jim and Tim could catch their death of cold but Dr. Possible just smiled at that old wives tale and informed everyone that a cold is caused by a virus that attack the immune system. Since the twin's immune systems had always been strong, and it was a nice sunny day out, Jim and Tim were in no immediate danger except from their still irate sister and a now barracuda-smirking brunette. (And maybe even an equally angry platinum blond from the submarine incident.)

After the pool incident, Bonnie calmly and efficiently explained to her parents why she wanted to join Team Possible. She didn't bring up the fact that she would need to sleep, in a sexual sort of way, with Ron to get a dose of MMP, but she did mention that she would be taking martial arts instruction from Kim and Ron. Then Bonnie briefly explained to the adults about how she'd already gone on the one mission against DNAmy.

Both Don and Von Rockwaller were greatly impressed with their daughter's presentation. They asked a few questions which Bonnie fielded like a pro before they gave their tentative approval for her to go on a few more missions. The only stipulation they put on Bonnie was that the teal-eyed brunette had to keep up her excellent grades in school.

Bonnie practically beamed at her victory over her parents knowing that she could keep her straight-A average up once she had a full portion of the Mystic Powers and could study for any exam by simply picking up the book.

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All of the guests had gone home and the dishes, kitchen and patio had been cleaned up so once again it was a typical Sunday evening in the Kim and Ron Stoppable house.

"I think we'll need to record Agony County," Ron said as he jauntily bopped down the stairs in his usual off beat cadence. "Bon Bon's out like a light and I don't think she'll be awake until sometime tomorrow afternoon."

"She's out cold, huh?" Tara begged with a giggle. She was sitting in the recliner again with the afghan blanket covering her naked body and facing the television on the other side of the living room. "I know I conked out for about twenty minutes after Ron and I made love yesterday and my mind is still a little fuzzy."

"I know what you mean," Kim chuckled as she stood up from lying on the couch, retrieved a universal remote control and set the timer for the video recorder. "The first time Ron and I made love, I couldn't think straight for nearly a whole day."

"Welcome to my world," Ron chuckled as he laid down on the couch, allowing Kim to lie in front of him and snuggle back into his arms after setting the recorder for the program. "I've lived with a fuzzy brain for my whole life."

"That might have something to do with your never-be-normal lifestyle, Sweetie," Kim giggled and grabbed Ron's hands that were dancing across her bare stomach. It was a little game they played whenever they settled down to watch television. Kim would begin to get comfortable in his arms and Ron would playfully try to tickle her until their fingers intertwined. Then all would be fine as the show came on.

The three teens quietly watched Agony County until it was drawing to a close. In a climatic cliffhanger, Charity, the lead female characters, had a false positive reading from a home pregnancy test and was just about to confront her boyfriend, Danny, who had just arrived when the show went to commercial at the end of the hour.

Tara suddenly let out a large gasp as her eyes shot to the naked couple cuddling on the couch before she almost silently begged, "Ron, am I pregnant because of what we did yesterday?"

"I don't think so," Ron quickly answered with a lopsided smile. "Why do you ask?"

"Welllllll," the platinum blond started as she sat up a bit in the chair and one of her hands absently burrowed under the blanket to cup her womanhood, "it's just that I'm not on any type of birth control and I'm at that stage during my period where it might happen. When we bonded yesterday, well, you weren't using any kind of protection when you…" She let the accusation hang.

"…When Ron filled you up with some liquid Ronshine?" Kim finished Tara's query with a light giggle and broad smile. She saw the concern in the blond girl's eyes and quickly belayed those concerns. "You don't need to worry. Both Ron and I can control our bodies to the point where I can harden the outer shell of my ovaries so they can't be penetrated and he can create sperm without tails so they can't move."

"I might've filled you up with my little soldiers," Ron chuckled, "but there's no way they could've marched their way around your playground and made you pregnant."

"That's a relief," Tara greatly sighed and sat back in her chair. "Not that I don't want to get pregnant in the future but I don't think I'm ready for motherhood just yet and I'm sure my mom and dad would hit the roof if it happened without getting married first."

"Now that you have your own portion of MMP," Kim said as she sat up on the couch to talk with her girlfriend, "that means you can do the same thing I can and not get pregnant unless you want to. You can even control your menstrual cycle to the point that it'll only last for an hour or so instead of the normal three days. And when the time is right, you can control your cycle and get pregnant whenever you decide."

"Who's pregnant?"

The question came from the staircase and preceded Bonnie who was nakedly coming down the stairs on wobbly legs. She was obviously unfocused and had a major case of bed-head as she tried to smooth her hair back into place while also attempting to rub her temples to get her brain to start working properly so she'd only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.

"You are," Ron quickly answered with a goofy smile as he propped himself up a bit behind Kim on the couch. He, and everyone else in the room, knew the brunette wasn't pregnant after the talk they'd just had, but Ron wanted to have a little fun at her expense after their MMP infusing romp in the bedroom that had happened just before Ron returned downstairs.

"You knocked me up!" Bonnie screeched as she stared daggers at the blond boy, not catching both Tara and Kim trying to hold back a laugh. "But I can't be pregnant! I still have two years of high school to get through and then I was planning on college!"

"Well I'm sure Mr. B. wouldn't mind it too much if you brought our baby to school every once in a while," Ron answered, trying hard himself to hold in his laughter from the joke. "And I'm sure the Freshmen in Health Class would love to take care of a real baby instead of a sack of flour."

"Stoppable! You… you," Bonnie growled low before the two blonds and one redhead broke out in peals of laughter.

"You're not pregnant, B," Kim got out after she reigned in her jocularity. "We were just talking about it with Tara. Using our Mystical Monkey Powers, we can control our reproductive processes to the point where none of us girls can get pregnant unless we want to."

"And since you just got a healthy dose of the Mystic Powers," Tara laughed as she pointed to the dribble of white, viscose goo making its way down the insides of Bonnie's legs, "you can control your reproductive system too."

Bonnie snatched up the monthly television guide and was about to angrily throw it at Ron when a glowing blue shimmer surrounded her hand and the magazine. Her fully cocked arm stopped, then slowly brought the TV listings back in front of her and she stared at it for a second.

"Hey," Bonnie almost screamed in realization as the blue aura dimmed and then extinguished, "You made me miss Agony County, Ron Ron!"

"Don't worry, B," Kim said as she pointed to the video recorder sitting on the shelf below the television, "we recorded it as we watched. I'm sure Ron, Tara and I wouldn't mind watching it again with you."

"Oh no," the brunette groused and pointed directly at the blond boy. "Whenever Ron Ron watches a rerun, he always spoils the plot by talking about what's about to happen!"