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Aftermath of Camp Wannaweep – Chapter 12

The GJ VTOL craft lifted into the crisp morning air. Ron, Tara and her family were gathered in the field next to the house where the craft had landed to pick up Kim and take her back to Middleton. Kim waved from the window as craft departed for Middleton. Ron stood and watched as the craft disappeared in the clouds, then he turned and put his arm around Tara. She eased her arm around his waist and leaned her head over on his shoulder. They headed back to the farmhouse to start getting ready for the family reunion. Ron had offered to help the farm hands set up the tables and chairs. There were 7 brothers and sisters among Tara's grandfather's siblings, so it was there was going to be quite a few people on the farm.

Tara was helping her mom and grandmother set up some of the tables for the food everyone was bringing. Tara glanced up to see a grey car coming down the path. "Mom, its Uncle Phil and Aunt Janice."

"Oh good." Tara's mom, "I am sure that Carla and Debbie are with them, you will have to introduce them to Ron."

The car stopped and the occupants got out of the car. Tara ran toward two twin girls that who were her age that got out of the car. "Carla, Debbie" Tara shouted. The two girls turned at the sound of her voice and squealing ran toward Tara. The three girls collided in large hug of squeals and shouts.

"Tara King! What is this I hear about you having a boyfriend? Mom had heard from Uncle Richard that he was spending the week here with you. What's he like, What's his name?" Carla asked breathlessly.

Tara held up her hand to quiet the two girls. "Come on, you can meet him. I'll tell you about him on the way. He has blonde hair, he's taller than me, he has the cutest freckles, and he has his driver's license. He likes Mexican food, and he is a good cook. I met him at school. He is the mascot for the school so we are on the cheer team together."

Debbie asked as they came around the corner of the house. "Well, what's his name?"

"Well" said Tara as she led the little group around the corner of the house. A young man was standing at the side of the house. He was helping move some ice chests with some of the other men. Tara tapped him and the shoulder and he turned around. Ron smiled at Tara as he turned around "Hi sunshine" he said.

Tara turned to her two cousins "His name is Ron Stoppable. Ron these young ladies are Carla and Debbie, they are some of my cousins."

"Hi" said Ron.

Carla and Debbie stopped dead in their tracks. In front of them was their favorite cousin with her arms around one of their biggest heroes. For a moment they were speechless. Then Carla spoke "Tara King, how…how…"

"Howdoyoudo" Ron said with his silly voice which caused all three girls to burst out laughing.

"Ron?" called Mr. King.

"Yes, sir?" answered Ron.

"Could you help Tara's grandfather with the cooker over there? He needs some help turning the chickens." Asked Mr. King.

"Yes, sir." Said Ron. He bent and gave Tara a little peck on the neck. "Got to go, sunshine, need to help your grand dad. See ya in a bit." Ron jogged off and started to help flipping the chicken on the cookers.

Carla and Debbie grabbed Tara by the arms and dragged her around the corner. "Okay, girl, explain. Ron Stoppable, partner to Kim Possible, member of Team Possible is your boyfriend? The guy who travels the world fighting all those weirdo's and helping Kim save people all over the world. Like there could be thousands of girls would give their right arms to be you."

Tara beamed. "Yep, he is mine. He saved all of the cheer team from a mutated freak. Even Kim had been captured. Ron beat the guy and saved us all."

"Wow, saved by Ron Stoppable" Debbie said dreamily.

"What's he like, have you seen him go on many missions, what is Kim like." The two twins fired questions faster than Tara could comprehend them. "Whoa, slow down, come on, let's go over to the dessert table and help and I will tell you all about him." The three girls trotted over to the table where the desserts were being laid out and started to help cut and slice all the pies and cakes.

Ron had started to sweat a little from the heat of the cooker as the helped Tara's granddad. "Ron, mind if I ask you a question?" asked Tara's granddad.

"No, sir, Mr. King. What can I do for you?" Ron answered.

"Well, first stop calling me Mr. King, my nickname is Roscoe, and I'd be proud if you used that for me. Only my friends call me that." Roscoe said with a gleam in his eye. "I also wanted to thank you for taking care of my granddaughter like you have. She has had some rough times. But she really seems so happy around you. But, what I have to ask you is this. Have you really ever sat her down and told her how dangerous what you and Miss Possible do is? And son don't kid this kidder, I was in the Marines in the Pacific, so I know what fighting at that level is. But you and Kim take on folks at a different level."

Ron was silent for a moment. "Roscoe, even Kim and I have really never talked about what we do when it comes to that. Sure, we have each gotten hurt some. I mean I didn't get this black eye from walking into a door. But, I guess sometime soon, I will have to let her know. She knows it is dangerous, I mean, she was there that day at the school when I was nearly killed."

Roscoe nodded "Yeah, she told me about that. Seems you put yourself between those blast bombs and Miss Possible didn't you."

"Yes, sir." Ron stated.

"Do you love her, Miss. Possible I mean?" Roscoe asked.

"Roscoe, Kim has saved my life on many occasions as I have her. But, right now I am not sure what my feelings are about Kim. If there could ever be a love between us it would be because of what we do. I guess that is what I would say would be it." Ron stated.

Roscoe nodded "Ron, thanks for that statement right there. I can fully understand that. The men I fought with, I loved those guys. I have a feeling that you have that same feeling for Kim. Listen son." Roscoe turned and removing the glove he was using to turn the chickens. "If you ever need to talk to someone, if all this fighting seems to be getting to you and Kim, please call me. I am a member of a support group for people who have been in combat. I would be happy and honored to help."

Ron turned to the grizzled older man who had his hand on his shoulder. Ron looked into his eyes and saw a haunted look that he recognized as seeing in his own mirror every once in awhile. Here was a man who had seen his best friends die in front of him. Here was a man who could understand.

"Thanks Roscoe." Ron said quietly, then brightening up he asked. "So tell me about the family coming here."

Roscoe smiled "Well, we all come here to honor my parents. Randolph and Amelia King. They came out west years ago. They had 8 children and I am the youngest. All the families come here to the farm. This is the home place. Kings have lived on this tract of land since this area was first settled. How about your family Ron, where are they from?"

Ron looked over to Roscoe "Well, my mom came from a small family here in the states. My dad's family is originally from Europe. My granddad left his home country for here…he escaped right at the first of the war." Ron stopped for a moment. Then he started again. "The rest of his family were captured they were…"

"Stop son" Roscoe said. "You don't have to say anymore unless you really want to."

Ron continued "It's okay, Mr. King, I feel the need to talk about every so often. They were sent to Treblinka. About 15 of them went into the camp, only 1, my granddad's brother survived to be liberated. I still remember seeing the tattoos on his arms. You know Roscoe, maybe that is the reason I do what I do with Kim. It's sorta personal with me. If I can keep these creeps from taking over the world or whatever part that they want, maybe, just maybe I can keep that from ever happening again." Ron stopped for a moment. "You know Roscoe; I just told you something I have never even admitted to Kim or my parents."

Roscoe turned back to glance at the young man standing at his side. A man no doubt in his mind. This man fights almost for the same reason he fought at his age. But this young man carries a heavier burden than he ever did. Times had changed. The people this young man takes on with Kim were far more dangerous than the people he fought in many ways. His respect for Ron had grown in the past few days as he saw how he took care of his granddaughter and Kim. This young man would go places, that is if he continued to survive the battles that he had and would place himself in for all others. "Ron, no matter what, no matter the time, no matter the place, you need me, you call me." He said. Then he smiled. "You better get inside and upstairs. I know my granddaughter loves you but with a shirt like that she would not let you near her."

Ron looked down and laughed, the work shirt he was wearing was spotted heavily in grease and soot from the cooker. "Okay, Mr. Kin…Roscoe. I believe you are right." Ron turned and headed for the house. Roscoe watched as the young man crossed the yard and entered the home. "God bless you son, for what you do. I will pray for you and Kim till the day I pass from this earth." He said to himself.

Later, Ron joined Tara and her family outside as the dinner started. There seemed to be nearly 100 people there that day. After eating, the son and daughters of Randolph and Amelia, or their survivors each went up the microphone that was set up and told what had happened in that part of the family for the preceding year, as each person spoke all the descendents of that person stood behind them. When it came to be Roscoe's turn Tara grabbed Ron by the arm and drug him up with her. Roscoe started talking "Well, not a whole lot has happened with us this year. Phil and Janice are doing well and the girls are growing up fast. Ginny and Tom are also doing well, they couldn't be here today. Richard and Clara are doing real well over in Middleton. I guess the big news is about Tara and her friend here. Everybody has been asking me about this young man who has come into her life. Well, you all know his face and name from TV. Yes, my little, quiet, bashful Tara has captured the heart of one Ron Stoppable. They met at the high school that they attend there in Middleton. Tara and Ron are on the cheerleading team together. He has been spending the week here with us and it has been a pleasure. I know that some of you were here for the Heritage Days and you know the huge debt that we owe this young man for the honor done to James. I hope that he will consider himself one of the family." All of the people gathered at the farm applauded and cheered for the young couple.

Ron and Tara were helping clean up the tables afterward. Tara would hold open the trash bags as Ron loaded the plates and cups into the bags. The two teens' work was constantly interrupted as several people came up to Ron to shake his hand and give Tara a hug. Many of the children and young people all wanted to have their picture taken with Ron and Tara. Ron readily agreed and tried to spend as much time with the family as possible. Tara stayed close to his side all the time, laughing and enjoying the moments with her boyfriend. The attention was a little unnerving at first, but Ron seemed so calm and collected all the time that Tara just drew her strength from him.

Several of the families had started to leave when Debra one of Tara's aunt started calling for her son 3 year old son Chris. He had been in trouble some already for not staying close to the house now it seems that he had walked off again. "Chris, Chris where are you? " Soon the adults were all looking for the little boy in the yellow overalls. Ron and Tara had joined the search and were looking around the barn and the pasture. Ron glanced over one of the fences and saw the boy chasing a duck across one of the corrals. Ron grabbed Tara's arm and pointed "There he is." Ron grew immediately concerned when Tara's face went white. "Ron, that's the bull's corral. Granddaddy has a hard time handling that bull and the cow's are in heat so the bull will be."

"More than a little meaner" Ron said finishing her sentence. "Tara, go get help. I'm going in and get the boy."

Before Tara could object Ron vaulted over the fence and ran for the boy. As Tara ran for the house screaming for help she heard the enraged roar of the bull.

Roscoe was helping look for the toddler when he heard Tara scream and the bull roar. "Oh, God, no" He said as he started to run as hard as he could for the corral yelled for the farm hands.

Ron had just about reached the laughing little boy when he heard the bull. He looked to his right and saw the bull already in full charge. He swept past the little boy scooping him up as he went past and the bull flew past missing him by a mere foot. Ron could smell the strong odor of the mud wet hide of the bull and felt the heat of his breath as the surged past. Ron turned and moved to the side again trying to get the little boy to safety as well as himself. The bull now had him cornered against the barn and it charged again roaring in rage and churning up clods of dirt. His nostril flared and his mouth foaming. Ron held tight to the little boy and dodged to the side at the last second. Mud and manure were flung into the air as the bull charged past. The bull missed again and turned for another try.

Several of the family members were along the rails of the fence trying to get the bull's attention waved table clothes and banging pots. Ron saw a small window in the side of the barn, where a farm hand was waving. He knew the window was too small for him to get in; anyway there would only be time to get the little boy to safety. Ron ran for the man slipping in the mud of the corral. He could sense the bull readying for another charge as he tossed the child to the farmhand. The bull was in full charge again and Ron jumped out of the way at the last second. The farmhand pulled the child through the window as the bull crashed into the side of the barn with a splintering of wood. Ron had to dodge the flying pieces of wood as well as the jumping, twisting bull. He made his way back out into the field trying to make his way to the fence. Tara's grandfather arrived just in time to see the bull charge Ron again with another enraged roar. Dirt flew again from the bull's hooves as Ron attempted to dodge out of the way but tripped over a rock and fell. Tara screamed as the bull lowered its head in preparation to gore Ron, but he wasn't there. The bull's head struck bare ground. Ron had moved with an unnatural speed and had flipped into the air over the bull and landed on his feet. On the ground was a wooden pole about 6 feet long that Ron now took into his hands. The bull made ready to charge again with Ron's back to the corner of two of the steel fences surrounding the corral. Ron was cornered again with little chance of getting away.

Ron watched as the bull pawed at the ground, its eyes red, mucus flying from its nostrils, its flanks foaming in sweat. The bull made another charge. The family watched in horror as Ron ran straight for the bull and at the last moment used the pole to vault himself over the bull and land on his feet still running. The bull passed harmlessly under him and ran full force into the steel fence with a resounding crash. Ron ran straight toward the fence where the family watched in amazement as he used the pole again the vault over the fence to land on his feet. Tara nearly tackled him in a huge hug as he straightened up. He let out a large breath then dropping the pole and took the sobbing Tara into his arms. The bull lay at the edge of its corral, stunned from it's collision with the fence. Chris pointed to the bull and laughed "the bull fall down!"

Minutes later, Ron was sitting on the back porch with Tara sitting beside him, a wet towel over his neck and shoulders. His clothes were speckled with mud, manure and sweat from the bull. He was sweating heavily as he slowly drank some water trying to get the adrenaline rush out of his system. A shadow passed in front of him and he looked up to see Tara's aunt Debra and her husband standing in front of him holding their son. Her tear streaked face gazed into Ron's. "Ron" she said. "Thank you doesn't seem to be enough."

"That is fine." Said Ron. "I am just glad that I was able to get him out of there. Is he okay?"

Debra nodded then looked at her son semi-crossly "I feel like tanning his little bottom, but right now I am so happy that you and he are safe." Debra turned her attention to Tara. "Tara, honey, you better keep your hands on this one or you will have me to deal with." Tara smiled at her aunt and moved her arm through Ron's and took his hand. "Don't you worry about that Aunt Debra; I've known that Ron is a real keeper." Debra's husband came up and shook Ron's hand and the family turned to leave.

Tara's grandfather came up to Ron and stood in front of him. "You okay there, Ron?" He asked. Ron nodded and took another sip of water. "Yes sir, I'll be better in a minute when I can cool down and calm down a bit."

"Tara honey, your uncle Phil and Aunt Janice are leaving and I think they and your cousins want to say goodbye." Tara's mom said. Ron glanced over to Tara who was giving him a questioning look.

"Go ahead" he said. "I'm not going anywhere." Tara gave a slight grin then bent over to give him a peck on the cheek before she stood and ran off to say goodbye to her aunt, uncle and cousins. Tara's father and grandfather stayed with Ron as the respective spouse's went off to say their goodbyes.

"Ron, son" started Tara's dad as he placed his arm over Ron's shoulder. "Why didn't you use that blade? You could have stopped that bull real quick with a lot less danger to yourself than the way you did what you did."

"Well, Squirrel" Ron started. "I could have used it, but the bull was in his pen where he was supposed to be. I was the invader; I didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted to get the little boy and myself out of there. There was no need to kill him. I knew that I could keep away from him long enough to get the child to safety, then it was just me and him. I just flipped right by him and left him to his own personal space." Mr. King patted Ron on the back and went to join his wife in saying goodbye to everyone. Tara's grandfather gave Ron a good natured punch in the arm then patted on his back before going off to say good-bye to everyone one.

Later that evening, Ron was on the front porch swing enjoying the peace and coolness of the evening. He had taken a bath earlier as he and his clothes were covered in mud and manure. Now, he sat in the peace and quiet of the evening with a full moon giving light to a cloudless sky. The fields and pastures glowed in the blue evening light of the moon. Tara came out of the front door with two cups of water and a small snack for the two of them. She slid into the swing beside him as he raised his arm and settled it around her shoulders. She placed her head against his chest and sighed as the he started the swing moving. Her thoughts went back just moments before we she was fixing their snack in the kitchen. She overheard her father and grandfather talking. Apparently Ron had pulled a few muscles with is altercation with the bull and needed help getting a bath. Both her dad and granddad had helped. Apparently from what she heard Ron's body had several scars. He had explained how various scars had come from different missions. Tara had left at that moment wanting to get back to Ron. She had slipped out the door quietly and had stood watching him swing for a few minutes. She knew how proud she was of him, but she also remembered the complete terror she felt as she watched him take on the bull. "If I get that scared over him facing a farm bull, how am I going to keep face the fact that the people he goes up against are a lot more dangerous than a bull. Well, whatever he faces, I can try and be there for him as he needs me." She had gone to sit with him then. Now, the two teens just sat in the front porch swing listening to the sounds of the farm in the evening light. Tomorrow, it was back to Middleton and then back to school.