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A/N: My apologies for taking so long to update the story. Hopefully, the next chapter won't be so long in coming – though I make no promises …


"Oo! Oo! Kim! Look at this," Ron exclaimed as they made their way down Aisle 62. "A pan-dimensional Zombie Mayhem expansion pack!"

"No time for zombies, Ron, we need to get our heads in the game."

"But that's the whole point of—"

Kim cupped Ron's face in her hands and pivoted his head.

His eyes opened wide. "Whoa."

"So whoa," she agreed.

There, before them, were the other Kim, the other Ron, the other Shego, and, now joining the trio, dressed in very expensive Coco Banana originals and benefiting from even more expensive cosmetic surgical procedures, the other Ron's Bonnie Rockwaller.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" the other Ron's Bonnie demanded of the other Ron.

"Uh, looking for toe fungus ointment?" the other Ron offered weakly.

"Ewwww," everyone else chorused.

"Looks like Monkey Boy is hooking up with the Princess," the other Shego suggested provocatively.

"Hi B," the other Kim said, not bothering to let go of the other Ron's hand.

"Hands off Stoppable, Possible," the other Ron's Bonnie snarled. "He and his money are mine."

The other Kim looked at the other Ron inquisitively.

"Uh, you remember my naco royalties?" he asked.

The other Kim nodded.

"Chump change compared to what's in the Rondo's bank account."

"Nicely done, Potential Boy."

The other Ron shrugged. "Congratulate my author. He decided that I didn't really spend all of my royalties, that somehow my Dad got his hands on the rest and invested it for me."

"Man, why do the make-believe Rons get to have all the Claude?" Ron groused.

"You've got me," Kim said.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Ron said, taking his GF's hands, his appropriately romantic response showing that he had indeed learned from their little adventures.

"If you want a Stoppable, why don't you take that one?" the other Bonnie suggested to the other Kim.

"Sorry, this one's taken," Kim said.

"Hey, any possibility you've got a spare Drakken in your universe?" the other Shego asked.

"Sorry. He's with you," Kim said before she corrected herself. "I mean our Shego."

"Snap," Shego grumbled.

"Okay," Ron said, "Just in case Kim is having trouble following what's going on—"

Two redheads glowered at one tow-headed teen.

"Okay, I'm lost," Ron confessed. "Can somebody tell me what's going down?"

With the timing of a story making full use of every narrative cliché and before anyone could answer, an explosion rocked the store, enabling a dramatic entrance by none other than a wild-eyed Dee Lusional.

"I'm gonna guess that this is not a good plot development," Ron observed.

"Undestatement much?" Kim observed.

"Uh, why is she wearing a sheet?" he asked.

"It's not a sheet, you dim-witted, unworthy dolt," Dee snapped. "It's a stola."

"You stole a sheet?" Ron said.

Dee gritted her teeth as her left eye began to twitch.

"Ron, after all the time you've spent playing Roman Mayhem 2, you should know that a stola is a kind of dress," Kim said.

"Sorry, KP, but if it doesn't slash or smash, it hasn't got pointage."

Kim rolled her eyes. Then she looked inquisitively at Dee. "Just why are you dressed that way?"

Dee whipped out the Chronos Cannon and pointed it at Ron. "I had it all planned out. I was going to go back to 1982 and make sure his parents never met. Then all would have been as it was meant to be and you would have been with Shego. Unfortunately, the voice-activated control is very literal-minded and when I said "I'm off to '82 …"

"You went back to the first century," Kim supplied.

"Exactly. Which is where I'm sending him. That way, you and Shego can get together."

"Been there," the other Kim said.

"Done that," the other Shego added.

"You – you're together? In love?" Dee asked in wonder.

"Together," Kim said wearily.

"But in love? Not so much," Shego added.

"What do you mean?" the crestfallen villain asked.

"I want to be with Ron," the other Kim said.

"And I'm looking for Doctor D," the other Shego said.

"No! No!" Dee yelled. "You're gay!"

"Bi," the other Kim and the other Shego said in unison.

"Jinx," the other Kim said. "You owe me a facial."

"Sorry, Princess. I'm done with the jinx. You want a facial, talk to your new boy toy."

"No problemo, KP," the other Ron said. "I can even get you the employee discount at the Smarty Mart Spa and Auto Lube!"

"Spankin'," the other Kim said without much enthusiasm.

"Wait!" Dee chimed in. "I'll fix everything!"

"You can find Drew?" the other Shego asked.

"No, I can make sure you and Kim are attracted to each other again," she said as she fumbled in the folds of her stola and withdrew another ray gun.

"I so don't think so," the other Kim said as she spun on her heel and kicked the weapon from Dee's hand.

"But I do," a male voice said.

The two Kims, the two Rons, the other Shego, and the other Bonnie spun around.

"The Sons of Sappho," Kim hissed.

"At your service," The Academic said.

"Who are these guys?" the other Kim asked.

"So-called authors," Ron said dismissively, using air quotes to make his point.

"They like to write stories pairing us with other women," Kim explained.

"Trifecta!" College Boy said as he appeared behind the Professor and saw who was present. "I'm all about the Kim-Shego-Bonnie goodness."

"Me? With Kim?" an appalled Bonnie reacted. "She's a girl!"

"Cool, huh?" College Boy asked.

"But I don't like women!"

"You don't like anyone," the other Ron muttered. "Softer Side of Snark my naco …"

"I heard that!" the other Bonnie snapped. "You just wait—"

Beep-beep-be-beep

"Man, saved by the bell," both Rons said.

Both Kims looked at their wrists. The call was for the younger of the two.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim asked.

"I'm reading massive chronometric instability in your vicinity," Team Possible's tech genius said.

"Does that mean we're going to get time cooties?" Ron asked.

"Ron," Kim chided.

"Actually, you probably will," Wade answered.

"Aw man. We're not gonna get itchy, are we?" the other Ron asked.

"Most likely," Wade said. "You may also get an upset stomach."

"How upset?" Ron asked.

"Imagine listening to Professor Dementor and Frugal Lucre performing 'Ebony and Ivory'."

"That is sick and wrong!"

"Can we focus on the instability sitch?" Kim asked impatiently, wanting to get down to business (and also wanting to drive away the image of the two villains attempting to sing).

"Sorry," Wade said. "There appears to be a breach between your current time stream and—"

"First century Rome's?" Kim suggested.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know that?"

"I have my sources," Kim said as she looked over at Dee, who was once again pointing the Sappho Ray at her. "Is there anything you can do?"

"I'm working to close the breach."

"Hey, Nerdlinger," Shego interjected, "You think while you're doing that you can run a multi-dimensional scan?"

"I don't see why not," Wade said. "Why?"

"She wants you to find her a Drakken," Ron said. "And while you're at it, see if you can find Bon-Bon here a suitable doormat …"

The brunette glowered at him.

"… Uh, husband."

"Just make sure he's rich, dumb, and, like, totally pliable," she demanded.

"I'll see what I can find on the Junior front," Wade sighed. "Anything else?"

Kim looked sympathetically at the other Ron and the other Kim.

"We're going to need a pan-dimensional divorce lawyer," she said.

"Gotcha," Wade said.

"You rock," Kim replied before she ended the call. She turned when Ron tapped her on the shoulder.

"Uh, KP, I know I earned a Gentleman's C in science, but would I be right in thinking that's some seriously not-so-good physics going on?"

Kim turned to see the air before them shimmering and rippling. Then it began to eddy and whirl, creating a vortex. Moments later a large, buff figure emerged. "Oh, great," the teen hero groaned. "Not you."

"Possible," acknowledged the Rongolem™ in his accustomed way-too-cool-for-you tone.

"Dude, what's with the role playing?" Ron asked. The Rongolem™ was wearing the garb of a first century gladiator (along with his familiar look of disdain).

"I'm not role-playing, you buffoon. I am Ronicus, the most dangerous warrior in first century Rome."

"You are neither Ronicus nor are you the most dangerous warrior in first century Rome …"

Kim and Ron turned to see a young woman wearing a hoplite's helmet, bronze cuirass and intricately hammered greaves step forth from the vortex.

"… That name and the title belong to my beloved."

"Ronicus, in the flesh," a young man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ron Stoppable announced as he joined the young woman. "Though I still think you're the most dangerous warrior in Rome, KV. You're definitely the most beautiful."

"I think I shall keep you around," she said warmly as she took his hand.

"Man, this is getting kooky," Ron said to Kim.

"You think?" she responded. She surveyed the scene before them, then sighed. "This is so the drama."

To Be Concluded (I Think) ...