Disney owns KP stuff, someone else owns the other stuff.

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14. The Last Supper.

Ti's was a night before Saturday.

"I can't believe it. She just took off! Got a call on that thing of hers and took off to do whatever. What the hell? We had a quiet 'us' night, and that thing just had to blare to life." He thought angrily.

"I'd like to say, what I think of this "sitch" alright, " he grumbled inwardly "so much effort invested to blow up now. Gotta keep my cool, but this is cutting into it again.

Your date just leaves in the middle of the exhibition... man. Don't glance at me like that, you assholes! At least you knew -who- my date was. Bring it! I got your high echelon snobbery right here..." Josh mentally challenged.

And all was quiet in the gallery.

Ok, its was boring, like watching painted grass grow. Endless recitation of the styles used, the the light angle painted in, the colors combinations and the brushstroke techniques.. you are getting sleeepy, veeery sleeeepy, your eyelids are getting heavy...

Saved by the beep. Which earned her angry glares from the surrounding painted grass growth "enthusiasts" (kinda like you can call a sloth, OD'd on Prozac, enthusiasm). This could be interesting to those, who are really into it, but for an exuberant cheerleader... Yeah, snore quietly, please.

The heavenly four-tone sound she knew so well, and did not realize how badly she missed it.

"What's the sitch?" she asked.

"Kim, there is a wreck on the cliff side road, leading to the highway. One of the vehicles slid over and down. Medical chopper can not get to them, it's in the woods, there is nowhere to land, it's just vertical rock there. They need someone with rappelling experience and possibly a cutter."

"Gotcha'. I don't have my mish gear with me, how much time do I have?"

"The chopper will pass by your house to get your mission pack, then pick you up outside in ten."

"You rock Wade, i'll be waiting." Kim replied.

She could feel the adrenaline starting to course though her veins again. An almost forgotten feeling in her latest lethargy.

Then she remembered. Turning with a painted on smile, and taking her date by his forearm, she said:

"I have to go do a rescue, Josh. People need my help." she begged for understanding.

He hesitated for a moment. Then:

"Of course." He painted a smile of his own, and said in a proper tone for the sitch. "Go. And, please be careful." All the right words.

She squeezed his forearm, and bolted from the snore fest, at not quite running away pace.

The car was relatively intact, but wedged between rocks. The doors where accessible.

She tried the handle. Stuck. She looked inside, the driver was slumped over the steering wheel. See knocked on the window, no response.

Quick swipe at the laser at the wedged corner of the door and it popped open. It was trying to close again under it's own weight. Kim just cut the hinges and let it drop to the ground. Pushing it aside, she check on the driver again, still out.

Putting on the neck brace, she signaled for the chopper to lower the stretcher. Carefully moving the the driver to the stretcher, so not to disturb too much, she managed so. It was raised, along with her in the harness it dropped.

On the roof of the hospital, the people already waited for them, with everything needed. The driver was quickly whisked away for examination. Kim got out of the chopper, waved to the crew, and walked after the gurney.

They would not let her in now, naturally, but she was used to that. They might let her in later, if the patient allowed it. She would come, she always did, when she could.

Kim was walking home, mish was over. So was the date.

"Wait a sec," she thought, "Friday night... It's Friday night. Ron night..(not officially)."

But no Ron. Officially or otherwise, no Ron. Yeah, he would not have been much help on that mish, but at least he would be there. And probably would be walking home with her now(sans pants).

"Heh, pants" she thought amused. "Yeah, that would be about right, same ol' Ron."

She somehow felt alone now. Well, she was alone, walking here. But alone on a different level, there was no constant presence, she was so used to.

The mission helped. She had that "back in the saddle" feeling. Fulfillment. Her date earlier tonight did not even factor into that feeling. Only the loneliness part did.

"He'll be back." She thought to herself. "Soon. Soon all things will be back."

There was wiring everywhere. Spools of cables laying around and were quickly dwindling as the furious activity continued. The hardware was being hooked up throughout the lounge. Mostly by Mac, or under Wade's and Mac's supervision, few techs hired, laid in the main cable hubs needed, and left. Rest was left to Mac.

Wade's image was zipping from screen to screen, as they where being hooked up and everything was being double and tripple checked for proper connections. Then it also Wadeified, fire walled and set up to the security standards of a tech genius.

Mac and Wade hit it off right away, and gotten along very well indeed. Kindred spirits in gadgetry.

First thing to arrive was Rexs' wheels. It had least to travel, and not much to pack there, so it showed up early. Now, sitting in the garage, next to Mac's truck. Nicely souped up. Mac did the pimping out, it was not being used, so he had all the time in the world to play with it.

Rex was properly impressed with what Mac did, without making it a bulldozer, like his own.

Ron looked at the new arrival, and came to a realization. A bike is all well and good, but sometimes it rains, or snows here.

So the call went out. And after talking it over with Mac mostly. Rex took Ron over to the dealership.

Everything was already taken care of. Ron walked in, presented papers of ownership, and was handed the keys and the title. Washed and waxed, baby.

The new silver M5 sat in the garage now as well. Classy and practical enough. Mac and Wade were already going over the ways of doing something with it. Ron did not mind, at least it was those two, and not someone like the tweebs. He did not need to get himself launched into orbit, like what happened to the Possible's couch last year.

He almost laughed, recalling the look of pride and frustration mixed together on Mr. DrP's face then.

Rex was wearing his panos and working on something with his pad. Pacing slowly back and forth in the lounge.

Ron and Mac walked in form different ends.

"Ok." Mac said, talking mostly in Wade's direction. "We are set for the basics, we got this, and that, and the other hooked up and running, you got everything greased, Wade?"

"Yeah, it's all good now. Nicely packaged up and sealed up tight, we are sitting pretty." Wade replied.

"Sweet."

"Well. That's pisser," Rex muttered to himself, still pacing.

"What is?" Ron asked.

Rex looked up. "Um, no. Nothing bad, just somewhat convoluted. I'm working on straightening some thing out here, so they make more sense."

"That pad you gave me, works great. I wish I ha those thing you also use, They are badically helpful." Ron replied.

"The panos? Mac can hook you up with some, probably."

"You can?" Ron asked Mac.

"Sure, I can get you a set made, it's no problem." Mac replied.

"Whaaa?" Came from the screen.

Everyone looked at Wade's image. Wade pointed to Mac. "What do you mean you can get a set made? Those things are borderline prototypes." Wade was still pointing.

"Well, they are. I keep altering them, with the new features. There are also some other new implements I picked up earlier, from a different source. They could prove useful."

Wade paused, still pointing.

"So you gave me those specs the other day to looks at !"

Mac looked confused for a moment, then lookad back at Wade.

"You are shitting me..." he said.

Wade raised his eyebrow and hit a few keys. Wades holo image appeared in the room, and spoke:

"No. I am not "shitting" you."

Mac stared at the holo for a moment.

"Well, i'll be.." He began. "So you are the guy I've been working with my panos and your holo setups?"

"Evidently. Truck-man." Wade's holo said.

"Coming from a Lubricant-guy" Mac snorted.

They both laughed.

Yori walked in at the laughter, and looked at the puzzled-looking Ron and Rex both.

"What is.. up?" She asked

"Nothing much," Mac replied, "Myself and Wade-man over here just found out, that we've worked together before apparently. Anonymously, however."

"Oh?" Yori, questioned.

"Yeah," Wade said from the screen, "We had a couple things we needed to have a second set of eyes on, and tapped each other for the purpose. Online."

"Ah, any gadgets of interest?" Yori inquired.

Wade popped back into his holo mode. "Here is one."

"Most impressive."

Mac offered his pano set. "Here is the other."

Yori put the shades on. "These could be of great use, indeed." She spoke. "You where working on, perhaps, combining both?" She added shrewdly.

"Indeed." Came the stereo reply.

Yori looked at Rex. "There are of the similar type you have been using of late?"

Rex nodded.

"I was wondering about it. Never though to ask." Yori temporized. "Mac-sa..." She paused, smiled. "Mac, could a set of those provided for my own use per chance?"

"Anytime, Yori. So we need a set for Ron, and Yori. Rex , you want the new version?" Mac asked.

"Of course." Rex answered.

"Alright then, Wade?"

"Yeah, i'll take one also." Wade said, right away.

"Ok, you have one of those holo imagers installed here now, I see."

Wade nodded.

"I'm gonna need one also, so we can continue to work on it sometime." Mac said.

"You got it." Wade replied.

"Don't the com devices have the imager in them also, Wade?" Ron asked.

"Yes, they do. Yours is ready, but the way. Hmm, i got all the phones for contacts, we gonna need more coms'? They have a lot more capability build in, tracking, scanning, so forth..." Wade asked.

"Will we need?" Ron asked the room. Gotten treed nods in return. "There ya go Wade. Tree more then."

"My pleasure." Wade replied.

"Oh, Yori. Here are the spares for the beamer. I put you name on it as a secondary, in case of anything." Ron tossed the keys to Yori.

"Thank you, Ron-kun." Yori pocketed the keys and departed.

Getting Wade on board with the project was nothing to it. He as already on board to begin with. Once everything was laid out to him. It took all of three seconds for the genius to put two and two together.

Ron was looking to the doorway, that Yori walked out of. Then looked at Rex.

"Not that I mind. But I know why you have one, and Mac does. You know why I need one, but why does Yori?"

Rex sighed.

"Ron." He said. "Yori is Sensei's Granddaughter. Your squeeze is an heiress basically. You think she couldn't find a use for this?"

"But.. But the stuff in there... It all seems to be dedicated to the school" Ron sputtered.

"And so it is. But given how long they've been around... I can not even begin to guess how deep that rabbit hole goes, or for how long. And you know I'm aware of a lot of intricacies in these matters." Rex said.

"Yeah... I see." Ron said slowly. "Whoa..."

"Whoa, is right." Rex said. "You still did not talk to her, did you?" he added.

"I just..." Ron started, then realized, which -her-. "No, not yet, had no time, really, ya know. We are set up here now, so no more distractions. I will now, for sure."

"Ok, don't milk it though, it will get a lot worse, if you delay for too long. Procrastinating on this will bite you in the ass so hard, you will not believe. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know that. I will be hard either way. No need to make it any harder." Ron said "Damn, it's going to be hard." He added.

"Judging, from what you have already said. I can believe that. But you are the only one, who can do that." Rex relied firmly.

Mac nodded. Wade did the same from the screen.

"I know." Ron said. "I know.." he added in a quieter voice.

"You know you must speak to Possible-san, Ron-kun." Yori said firmly, as they got out of the car in Upperton.

"I know and I will. I'm not hesitating, Yori. Not at all, I just want to make sure, that there is nothing, that will distract me from doing so, when I do." Ron replied.

"I would not press you, but I am just trying to make certain. That you are not, in fact, hesitating."

"I am not, i'll assure you. This trip was your idea anyway, you just pointed out that we need to get few minor things filled out. And I agree. This way there are no further things, that need to be done, more or less immediately, as it were." Ron replied, then looked at her. "As I said, it will be hard, very hard."

"I understand. Shall we then, Ron-kun?"

They walked into the store, that they got pointed to during their visit in Japan, Yori smiled at the greeter and produced the card from another establishment. Nothing further needed to be explained, people of the trade are knowledgeable. Yori took over the reigns again.

During the week, everything was up and running thanks to tireless efforts of Wade and Mac both. Mac's tools arrived and where installed in the workshop or garage as needed.

It was easy to migrate Mac's shop here, given it was a stone-throw away anyhow, it took longer to pack and unpack everything, then to transport.

When Ron and Yori came back from Upperton saturday night. Everything was done with. The panos where delivered with Mac's stuff earlier, Wade had all the coms finished, and Ron' And Yori's , were sitting on the table in the main lounge.

Rex was sitting in the recliner, working on something, yet again. And Mac and Wade were exuberantly discussing the possible modifications to.. well, everything. Anything and everything, that engineers would consider as "sexy".

Rex looked up, when Ron and Yori walked in, and gestured to the coms and panos on the table.

His phone rang, he looked at it. Picked up right away.

"Ciao, Mamà!" He said. He got up and walked off, chattering in Italian.

Ron and Yori settled in.

"Ok guys, I gotta boogie," Wade said.

"Later." Mac replied.

"Later," Wade echoed, " And Ron, don't forget." He pointed to Ron.

Ron nodded and Wade's image vanished.

Rex came back, several minuted later. Carrying a bottle of wine.

"Mom." He said, smiling.

"So, now that we are all settled in, time for a toast." He produced a corkscrew.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Ron asked?

"Bordeaux" Rex replied, working the opener. He pointer to Mac with a bottle. Mac got up and went to get glasses.

"I like this kind, nice flavor."

"No," Ron said, "the drinking age is 21 here."

"Ah, that." Rex replied with a grin. "Well, there is an advantage of being a European."

He poured the wine into the glasses, picked one up, gestured to the others. Mac took one. So did Yori. Ron hesitated.

"Or asian." Rex continued, gesturing with hi glass to Yori. "Civilization" He said, and looked at Ron.

Ron picked up the glass.

"To new beginnings upon us." Rex raised his glass.

Steven Barkin sat at his desk, going over transcripts for the new transplants to MHS.

"Seattle, looks ok.."

"Kansas, not bad."

"Denver, .. the hell is this place?" He pulled up his info sheet. "Hmm, pretty up there."

"Oh great," He snorted. "Stoppable is coming back. Hmm, they made him do summer school.. about damn time! That could explain, that his scores are not as sad as usual. May he'll be less of a headache now. Right, that's gonna happen."

"Oh, two more from the same place.. Bringing some baggage home, are we, Stoppable? And what the hell is this place in Geneva?" he looked at the sheet again. "Never heard of it. But those two from Japan look really good."

Ron rode his bike home that night, those and the rest of the "hardware" have arrived earlier, the last of it. Yori was busy setting up the dojo.

Ron and the guys helped, this place felt like home now, not his rent's house, not anymore. More of his own, with people, that he was closer to then his own parents.

He still lived at his old house, his parents did not come back or even so much as left a message on the machine. He had his living quarters set up in the lounge as well now, more so, then at his rent's place. He loved his parents, but, he was not as close to them.

He recalled, the cheerful conversation Rex has with his mother. They where also somewhere else, but thy did not leave their offspring dangling in the breeze somewhere.

It was time for the meeting (or re-meeting?). Either way, he went. After getting a kiss from Yori.

"Moom, this thing hates me."

It was a late Sunday super in at the Possibles, Dr's P both had to work late. But it was the last supper before the school began on monday. So the whole family will be together, eating supper, as decreed.

The elder possible woman looked at her daughter with amusement. There was no cooking to be done at all. All Kim had to do was: to open the oven, and get the brain loaf out and onto the serving platter, she was holding at the moment. The family was seated at the table already.

Kim was eying the oven dubiously. Still holding the dish.

"Do not fear the oven, KP." came a familiar voice from the hallway, just over her shoulder.

All heads snapped towards the voice. Kim turned to her side, and saw.

Ron was leaning against the side of the entrance with his shoulder. His arms crossed over his chest, and one leg crossed over the other.

He sounded like Ron, but... the red shirt was in place, but not a hockey jersey, he usually wore. This was a button down shirt, open wide at the neck with a black split-neck shirt underneath. Faded charcoal fitted cargoes and black hiking thread boots. Hair styled in an artful mess, cowlick was gone amongst it (Yori had really gone to town, and did whatever she wanted, with Ron's cooperation).

Even leaning, he stood erect, he was broader, seemed taller. And had the same goofy lopsided smile on his face.

If there where more doubts, the name over his shirt pocket proclaimed "Ron".

"Rooooah …?" Was Kim's articulate response leaving her mouth wide-open. The serving dish promptly slipped from her hands and started on a direct trajectory towards the kitchens' floor.

Suddenly the foot flashed out, caught and tossed up the serving dish. Ron caught it and flipped it in his hand.

"Now, KP, no need to break the china." He said, heading towards the oven.

Kim stood there, following Ron's trek to the oven, still gaping. The clattering of the fork, came from Tim Possible, waiting for the meal, and playing with a utensil at the time.

Ron spun the dish in his hand. "Something smells good." he said.

Mrs. DrP. Recovered first. "Ronald!" She enthused. "It's great to see you back! Brain loaf tonight for back to school, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Ron paused before the oven.

"The bondiggidy brain loaf! I'm all about the brain loaf, Mrs. DrP!" Ron replied excitedly. Opened the oven, and got the loaf onto the serving plate. He took a long sniff. "Haven't had brain loaf in forever." he beamed at the elder redhead. She smiled back.

"Well grab a seat, Ronald. I'm sure there is lots to tell." the elder possible replied.

Rufus popped popped out of the pants pocket as always. "Hrk, Brain loaf!" he proclaimed. No doubt left at all, this was Ron.

"Kimmy, you might want to sit down for dinner..." She added to her still gaping daughter, standing poleaxed at the same spot... gaping.

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Author's note: So here it landed. BOOM. There be more coming. I know that already, it just did not fit in here.

ST103 You think I should add more?

The "XXX" denotes the beginning and end of chapter; the "XX" denotes the out of area detached event; the "..." denotes the out of context background, other the dialogue; the double space "2x enter" denotes the change of scene; the space just used for breakdowns. The rest is just alcohol induced fat fingering.

I need some input here, folks.

RA