Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any characters there of, I do have an idea of their lives in the future. I thought I would share. This is it. Yes people change. The only people that truly stay the same are dead. It is the nature of life to change.

Kim got to the dance floor and began to sway to the music. Come one Possible, get into the rhythm. Get lost in the music so you don't have to think. It was finally working, she started to get lost in the beats and let her body go on autopilot. Those watching her noticed that her dancing wasn't like it was in high school.

The former cheerleader that had been cute and danced innocently was now handsome and danced like a dangerous animal in a cage. Her moves exact and fluid. Her rhythm punctuated with sharp snaps warning of hidden power. Everyone gave her her own area of the dance floor by choice or instinct.

Inside the international spy's head nothing could be further from the truth. She was back in high school. Nothing to fear at the dance, no enemies to ambush her at a moments notice. She embraced that younger time and danced. At last, I can just go to a dance and not worry about having to save the world, she hears in a younger voice. She smiles and keeps dancing.

Ron glances at the dance floor to check on his friend, seeing that she is okay, he turns to his companion. "So, Bon-Bon, would you like to get some coffee after the dance?"

"Sounds good, Ron. I have some at my place that goes good with bacon and eggs."

"That sounds like an invitation."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?"

"I'll need to swing by the house to check on Mom first."

"I know," she said patting his hand. "If you want to take a rain check the offer is always there."

"I know that, and thank you," he says as he leans forward and kisses her on the cheek.

As he sits back into his chair he sees two people coming over. The stop and look at the couple, "Hi, Bonnie, Ron, how are you two doing?" asks the bubbly blond.

"Hey, Tara, not bad. Are you two enjoying yourselves?" asked Bonnie.

"Any night we can spend out without the kids is good to us."

"I could have agreed with that, but since Ai has been gone to camp, well I miss her being around."

"Don't let Brick tell you differently but he would feel the same way."

"Well, yeah, though we have thought of sending them to football camp next year," spoke up the ex-jock.

"Dear, that is a day camp."

"Well, camp is camp right?"

The three others just started to laugh. "What?"

"It's okay Brick, go on with your darling wife and have a good time. It's a cheer squad thing."

Brick seemed to accept the explanation and just nodded and walked away with his wife. "It is nice to see that some people are happy and just the same as they were in high school," commented Ron.

Bonnie nodded, "Yes, it is. By the way did you know that Brick is up for the football coaching position?"

"No I didn't, but he is good on the boy's peewee league team. Ai says he has a real knack for it.

"It takes some getting used to seeing your daughter playing football."

Ron laughed, "You aren't the only one. But she uses a lot of her avoidance skills from training in her running. I don't worry about her getting hurt; she is more likely to get hurt in martial arts, but to hear the name Stoppable being praised for football prowess... That's just plain weird."

"You could have played football. Then I could have cheered for you," the brunette teased.

"Uh huh, right. Listen, Bon-Bon, we have had this talk. We never would have gotten together in high school, there is no way, but, and it is a big but, as we changed after high school we started to be compatible. Strange, but true. I am glad that we have; you are the one person that helped keep me sane in the hospital. You know that right?"

"I thought it was Kim."

"Kim kept me fighting, but she was busy and couldn't be there day to day. But there was someone else that was. Some one beautiful that showed genuine care and concern. Someone that talked to me and kept my spirits up, even though she was in pain and fear herself."

"I'd love to meet this person," feigned Bonnie.

"Ha, ha."

"Thank you, Ron. I think that we helped each other. And still do."

Ron took her hand and she moved from her seat to his lap and they held each other. "Still up for a lap dance."

"Ron Stoppable, you are a very naughty man."

"I hope to be, Bon-Bon; I hope to be."