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The Monkey and The Coyote

Chapter 12

Confrontation

"That was fun," Ron enthused as he emerged from behind the hidden panel opposite the fireplace in the den. "Do you get to go out on missions very often now?"

"Not really," Kim said as she ran a hand through her auburn locks, fluffing out her hat-hair. "There aren't any Super Villains like when we were young and Jenny takes care of most of the big baddies that come along. I keep in practice by patrolling the streets late at night and taking care of the rare thief or pick pocket that roam Tremorton in the dark or assisting like we did tonight."

"Sounds fairly mundane," Ron said with a chuckle. "Do you miss the good old days?"

"I would," Kim sighed, "if I didn't get an occasional adrenaline fix from Vexus or the odd mutant amphibian."

"Mother, can I speak to your guest for a while?" RJ asked as he stood from the high back chair facing the fireplace. "In private."

"RJ," Kim said in surprise. She quickly reined in her anger with herself at being caught off guard by her Son and his obvious unsure feelings toward Ron. She quickly turned and headed out of the room. "Sure RJ. I'll be up in my room taking a shower." Kim blew a kiss to each of her men before she exited the den and headed up the stairs.

"What would you like to talk about RJ?" Ron queried his Son as he sat in the other high back chair by the fireplace. "I can call you RJ, can't I?"

"Sure," the older man shrugged as he sat back down and faced his Father, "although I'm not quite sure what I should call you. You appear too young to be my Dad and I don't know you well enough to call you by your first name."

"You can call me Ron if you'd like," the blond boy approved, "or, I don't know, maybe Ultimate Monkey Master. How about the good old stand by, Hey You?"

"Yeah," RJ laughed. "Mom told me that was one of the things she loved about you. She told me your sense of humor always seemed to appear at just the right time." He paused for a second and sat back in his chair as he reminisced. "She used to talk about you for hours when she'd put me to bed. As far back as I can remember, Mom would tell me bedtime stories of all the missions you two had gone on and how you'd occasionally lose your pants at just the wrong time, breaking the tension."

"I did lose my pants a lot but I don't know why it happened," Ron said in embarrassment as he shrunk into his seat. "I think it was a subconscious defense mechanism to quell my fears of the mission." Ron sat up straight in his chair, proud of his psychological diagnosis that came from out of nowhere.

"Well, that's not what I want to talk to you about," RJ said as he wrung his hands and leaned forward in his chair. "I'd... well I'd like to apologize for my outburst when we met earlier."

"Like I said," Ron said as he waved a dismissive hand, "you have every right to be mad..."

"Yes I know," RJ interrupted, "but I'd like to explain anyway. All my life I knew you'd suddenly pop into our lives again. I thought I was prepared for it. I thought I had worked through all the issues of you leaving Mother like you did. I guess I was wrong." RJ stood and started to pace in front of the fireplace. "All the hurt I felt as a youngster when I saw my friends playing baseball with their Fathers; All the anger I felt toward you whenever I missed out on a Father/Son picnic or school function came rushing back when I saw Mom in the kitchen in your arms. My mind told me I should be happy for you and Mom, but my heart only registered outrage." RJ sat down again and leaned back in the chair. "I was wrong to harsh on you like I did and I just wanted to say, I'm sorry."

"I might have taken you by surprise," Ron said as he blushed and leaned into his boy, "but imagine my surprise when I landed here and found out I had a Son, and that he was three times older than me! KP and I had only... been intimate, for a few days when I got zapped into the future and we had taken all the regular precautions. We weren't planning on having kids for a while, at least until after we were out of college and settled. Heck, I suppose KP has told you how immature I can be."

"Mom has called you child-like on more than one occasion," RJ said with a laugh. "She was always amazed at how you could be totally into playing a video game one minute then in the next you'd be all business when you took on Doctor Drakken and his bunch of henchmen. Is it true you had a giant pet cockroach?"

"Roachie?" Ron questioned his boy, "I didn't think he was that big. Not compared to the giant ones the Roflax created. Roachie was only three feet long but he had a great personality." Ron let out with a light laugh as he clicked his mandibles a few times.

"And Mom was totally grossed out by him," RJ returned the chuckle, "despite the fact that bugs usually don't bother her." The two men enjoyed the joke for a moment before falling into silence.

Ron finally broke the lull. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm the President of our restaurant chain and run the day-to-day operations," RJ said proudly, "while Mom keeps her hands in it with some of the major decisions. I still spend an hour or two each day in the kitchen trying to create new menu items too." He sat back in his seat and sighed. "I doubt I'll ever find anything to top the Naco."

"Hey, don't get down on yourself because you haven't created anything yet," Ron encouraged. "I really wasn't thinking of whipping up a tasty treat when I stuffed my taco with some nachos. Maybe you're just trying too hard. Maybe you should try what seems wrong to get it right."

"You're saying I should think outside the box," RJ pondered with a slow nod of the head.

"Yeah I guess," Ron said as he peered around the room. "I don't see many pictures of you hanging on the walls. Didn't KP take any while you were growing up?"

"Mom wasn't into photography much," RJ said as he sat back in the chair, "although both sets of Grandparents have a lot of pictures. Grammy and Grandpa Possible's house is full of pictures of me and Mom while I was growing up and your parents have over twenty photo discs."

"What about a wife and kids?" Ron asked. "Didn't you find anyone to share your life with?"

"No," RJ squeaked as his head sank to his chest. "We moved around from university to university when I was little and I never really met many girls my age until we settled in Upperton. I guess I was too concerned with Mom. I hated to see her alone so I stayed at home and took care of her like a good Son should and stuck to my studies."

"That's not right," Ron said softly. "It seems we both gave up our lives for KP. I followed her around the world to keep her safe and you stayed home to keep her from being lonely."

"It was no big," RJ quietly said with a nonchalant wave of the hand. "I helped on a lot of the missions and learned to cook since she's a disaster waiting to happen in the kitchen. All-in-all I've had a very good life." He suddenly stood up with one finger raised. "BOOYAH!"

"What? What?" Ron begged.

RJ frantically glanced around the room then headed for the door. "Tell Mom I went back to work for a little. I have a few things to try out! Later!"

Kim came down the stairs just as the front door slammed shut. She cinched her robe and walked into the den. "Where's RJ going in such a hurry Ron?"

"He said something about going back to work to try something," Ron said with a shrug.

"If RJ is going to do some experimenting in the kitchen," Kim coyly purred as she wrapped her arms around her Ron, "it means we have a few hours to do whatever we want. I know what I want to do." She leaned in for a kiss but was interrupted when they heard someone knocking on the back door.

They went into the kitchen and Kim answered the door as Ron took a seat at the table. Kim was surprised to see a very large, well-built man dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit and sunglasses. "Charles!" she said taken aback. "Is she here?"

"Both of them," the big guys hushed as he pushed past Kim to enter the room and headed straight for Ron. Charles whipped off his shades and glared at the blond boy. "Are you armed?"

"No," Ron squeaked and shrank back into the chair.

Charles picked Ron up with one massive paw and patted him down with the other. The man in black came out with the old blue Kimmunicator and held it up for Kim to see. "What's this Mrs. Stoppable?"

"Charles!" a very miffed Kim harshed as she stomped over to the men, "that's my old Kimmunicator. I gave it to my husband a long time ago. Be careful with it, that's an antique!" Kim grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him from the big man's grasp. "And Ron's okay! He finally showed up so you don't need to worry about it anymore."

"I know he finally showed," Charles said totally deadpan. "That's why they're here and I'm doing my job." He jabbed one finger in his ear and spoke into the lapel of his jacket. "We're clear. You can send in Bubbles." Charles swiftly left the kitchen the way he came.

"What was that!?!" Ron asked totally at sea.

"That, was Charles," Kim giggled. "He tends to take his job too seriously. He's a secret service bodyguard for..."

"Ron!" Kim was cutoff in mid sentence when a smartly dressed, perky platinum blond woman entered the kitchen, ran to Ron and threw her arms around him.

"Hi T," Kim smugly said. "Long time no see."

"T?" Ron begged slightly confused for a moment. "Oh, Tara!"

"Hey Kim." Tara giggled and gave one last squeeze before she broke from the hug, looked up into Ron's eyes and playfully harshed, "It's about time you showed up we were worried about you. We didn't know if you were sent into the past or the future."

"Tara and Bonnie dug into the history books for over a month to see if there was any mention of a golden-haired Monkey Boy anywhere," Kim said as she walked over to the pair. "When they couldn't find anything we were fairly sure you were transported to the future."

"I'm sorry Tara," Ron honestly apologized. "I didn't mean to put you through all that trouble. I got so caught up in the fight with the henchmen I forgot to keep an eye on Professor Dementor and the Pan Can laser cannon."

"Hey, that doesn't matter," Tara said with her usual smile beaming, "as long as you're here now."

"Where's Bonnie?" Kim queried. "I thought Charles said you were both here."

"Oh, B is in the limo on the phone," Tara giggled as she sat on the edge of the table. "She should be coming in a moment."

"Ron!" As if on cue, Bonnie, wearing a perfectly fitted, purple pin-stripped, three piece business suit stepped into the kitchen through the back door.

"Madam President!" Ron happily chimed as he bowed low.

Bonnie smiled brightly as she walked over to him with open arms. Just as she was about to wrap Ron in a warm, friendly embrace Bonnie reared back and slapped the blond boy across the face. "How dare you!" she growled and scowled.

"Bonnie!" Ron yelped defensively, "what did I do?"

"You abandoned me!" Bonnie screamed as she jabbed two fingers up Ron's nostrils, "TWICE!"

"How did Ron abandon you twice?" Kim questioned defiantly trying to defend her friend and husband.

"Oh Senate Subcommittee!" Tara swore out loud. "Here it comes! Finally!!!"

"Just when we were becoming friends," Bonnie yelled at Ron while mere centimeters from his face, "you up and left me in the lurch!"

"I'm sorry I wasn't looking out and got zapped by the Pan Can Cannon Bon Bon," Ron begged in explanation, "but how did I leave you two times?"

"You honestly don't remember?" Bonnie asked in total surprise. Ron slowly shook his head. "You don't remember the end of summer party at Walter Nelson's house just before we began high school?"

"Do you mean the one where Walter and I locked braces?" Kim queried with an embarrassed blush from the memory.

"Exactly," Bonnie said while still looking Ron directly in the eyes. "Do you know what K and Walter were doing when their braces got stuck together?"

"Nope," Ron said as he tried to search his memory, "I don't even remember what I was doing at the time. Someone told me Walter ran into Kim while they were playing Kick the Can and he wasn't watching where he was going. He came around a corner and ran smack dab into KP."

"Walter and I were kissing Ron," Kim confessed. "That's how our braces got tangled."

"I wasn't concerned with how it happened," Ron said as he tried to back away from the brunette President and ran into the refrigerator. "I was more concerned with getting them unstuck."

"Well WE were doing the same thing Stoppable!" Bonnie practically screamed as she advanced on the boy. "You left me in mid grope to help K out. And I LOVED what you were doing!" Tears started to stream out of the brunette's teal orbs as she collapsed into Ron's arms and continued in a weak, small voice. "You were absolutely wonderful. I had our whole life planned out Ron Ron. We were going to be a couple all through high school and get married right after graduation. I was going to be Bonnie Stoppable and already was thinking about what clothes of mine I could embroider my new 'B.S.' initials on. Then we'd move in to a small ranch house and raise a bunch of babies. You abandoned me at the party and then you left me again when we were becoming friends after high school."

"Bonnie," Ron started as he wrapped his arms around her, "I don't know what to say. We were what, fourteen at the time? I remember now. I really didn't know what I was doing. I had no real notion that girls were different until after the first time I took health class our freshman year. I was only doing what felt good to me and when you seemed to like what I was doing, well I continued it and added something else."

"Is that why you were so harsh to Ron and me during high school?" Kim questioned almost knowing the answer before she asked.

"Yes," Bonnie sniffled and wiped her eyes as she backed over to the kitchen table and took a seat. "I was mad at Ron for leaving me so close to my first orgasm and I was angry with you Kim, for taking him away from me."

"But Bonnie," Ron yelped and pointed at her lap, "how did you almost have a... I didn't even touch you down there!"

"No you didn't," Bonnie squeaked and wrapped her arms around her chest as she slowly rocked and peered at the floor, "but you were a great kisser and you were massaging my tits just right."

"For some reason," Ron tittered, "that seemed to be the right place for my hands. I had an image of me riding a bicycle and your... things, were handlebars and the horn."

Bonnie hiccuped a laugh. "Anyway, you were doting on Kim so much and making sure she was alright after her braces were fixed that you never left her side." As if a light switch was thrown, Bonnie's anger returned. "Then you started going on more and more of your damned missions and I couldn't get any alone time with you after school began. When I realized you were out of my grasp I simply snapped. I decided if I couldn't have you, nobody would. That's when I started to call you a loser and freak. I made sure you were the lowest thing on the Food Chain and no girl would want you. I knew Kim thought of you as almost her Brother so I wasn't worried about her and I also made sure you wouldn't have a chance with any other girl after I got even."

"Is that why you were..." Kim hesitated to search for the right word, "... a floozy in school?"

"Come on K," Bonnie laughed through the tears still flooding from her teal orbs, "call a spade a spade. I was a slut in school. I wanted to find someone, anyone who could satisfy me like Ron could. Brick came close a couple of times but big and dumb didn't really cut it. Not even if I couldn't have adorable and funny."

"What about Junior?" Ron begged. "You started going out with him after you and I were crowned Senior Prom King and Queen."

"He was fun for a while," Bonnie enthused before her face soured, "but his puny ding dong just wouldn't stand up and ring. Too many steroids."

"So why did you make a play for Ron in Middleton Park before we became friends after high school?" Kim asked.

"I know why," Tara said as she stepped over and wrapped her brunette friend in a hug. "I let it slip out that you two were getting married in a couple of weeks and Bonnie thought it was time to find out if Ron was still a great make out artist."

"Yeah," Bonnie chuckled through her still flowing tears. "I wanted to see if I could break you two up, or at least get Ron to cheat on you before you walked down the aisle."

"But you never got the chance," Ron said as it dawned on him, "because Kim could smell your ferret-moans and could sense what you were up to."

"Yeah right!" Bonnie let go with her infamous cackling laugh. "That's a great way to put it. "Pheromones, ferret moans. Then I found out we were going to the same college. I thought if we became friends I'd have more time to make my move."

"So you wanted to come on that mission to the Denver Auto Show just to get closer to Ron?" Kim queried.

"Hardly," Bonnie said with a sniffle. "As I told you then, I knew if I started to help on your missions it would boost my political career, which it did. Plus I finally came to the conclusion that I was way too harsh on you two during High school so I wanted to help as repayment for the way I acted. If it just so happened I got closer to Ron in the process, well..."

"That's some marvelous Mickey-Villainous mucky... mecca... mucho... mocha..." Ron stumbled and stuttered as he sat down at the table facing everyone.

"Machiavellian machinations?" Kim interpreted.

"Yeah that," Ron growled and snapped his fingers in frustration. "I knew I could only pull off that phrase once in my life."

"That was child's play compared to what I'm about to do," Bonnie sexily growled as she hopped over onto Ron's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ron Ron, I want you to finish what you started seventy years ago."

"Bonnie you can't be serious!" Ron and Kim yelled in perfect unison.

"I forgot how much my mind and Ron's are linked," Kim said with a giggle.

"Well, you once told us how you and Ron swapped bodies," Tara laughed. "Your minds must have really joined at that time."

"Well?" Bonnie asked as she snuggled into Ron's chest and purred, "why won't you make out with me? You owe me big time for leaving me twice."

"Bonnie, KP and I are married," Ron said defensively as he leaned back onto the table to escape the brunette's advances. "I would never do that while I'm married. Not to Kim."

Bonnie bounced on Ron's lap to make him sit up straight. "Well then, I'll make it an order."

"Bonnie you wouldn't!" Kim screamed in total shock.

"Oh yes I would K," Bonnie tittered as she turned to the brown-eyed blond. "Ron Darling, as President of the United States of America, I'm giving you a direct, Presidential Executive Order. Finish what you started in 2002."

"I don't remember much from our government classes," Ron said shaking his head, "but don't you need the Congress or Senate's backing for one of them?"

"Not with an Executive Order Ron," President Bonnie condescended. "But if want to belabor the point I can oblige." She looked over to her blue-eyed blond Vice President. "T, make the call."

Tara casually walked over to the Visu-phone and said, "Call Majority Whip Bob Congress." The image of an elderly man came on the screen. "Hi Bob, how's the wife and kids?" she queried.

"The family is fine Madam Vice President," the older man said as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. "I take it President Rockwaller wants the vote for her Executive Order."

"You got it," Tara tittered. "Well?"

"As you know most of Washington is shut down right now during the Summer recess. I couldn't get a hold of everyone."

"That isn't necessary Bob," Tara said sternly. "As Majority Whip all we need is your say so for this vote. This isn't National Policy or anything vital. It only concerns a personal little favor Bonnie wants from a friend."

"I don't know..." Bob hemmed and hawed as he tugged at his shirt collar again.

"Bob," Tara slyly started, "it's something similar to your little junket to the Bahamas two weeks ago. You know, that little trip with your female Aides while your wife Betty stayed at home with the kids. I'd hate for that to get out. You're such a fine asset to the country."

"How do you know about my vacation?" Bob asked in a bit of a panic.

"One of the girls took pictures," Tara giggled, "and she showed them to a friend. Me. Come on Bob, just say yes."

"Well... okay Madam Vice President," the Majority Whip caved in as he peered down in shame. "As long as my trip to the Bahamas is forgotten."

"What trip are you talking about Bob?" Tara coyly asked. "A friend of mine said something about a trip but when she left the pictures with me I accidentally shredded them by mistake."

"You have the vote," Bob said in relief. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Madam Vice President." Tara switched off the Visu-phone and smiled brightly at the group.

"Well Ron Ron," Bonnie asked the blond boy whose lap she was still sitting in.

"KP!?!" Ron pleaded questioningly to his wife.

"She's got you Ron," Kim smirked and slowly shook her head in amazement at the planning Bonnie put into this sitch. "If you refuse you could be arrested. You don't want Bonnie to call Charles back in here, do you?" Ron hung his head in defeat and slowly shook it in the negative.

"Woo Hoo!" Bonnie cheered in delight and jumped to her feet. She grabbed Ron by the arm and dragged him from the room. "Come on Ron Ron, let's get busy!"

"Bonnie!" Kim yelled to get the amorous woman's attention, "no going all the way! You can only go as far as you would have back in eighth grade!"

"Of course K," the brunette said over her shoulder as she and Ron got to the doorway.

"And one more thing B," Kim said as she folded her arms across her chest defiantly. "I would have said yes if you had asked."

"What!?!" Bonnie begged as she stopped in her tracks which caused Ron to run into her from behind. "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes I do," Kim said as she blushed furiously. "I mean it's only fair. I knew what you were doing at the party and I've always felt a little guilty for taking Ron away from you like I did. I honestly thought you would have made a cute couple."