Kim nervously paced in her room. Now that she had time to think about it, some things weren't adding up with Ron. She could believe his fighting had improved, but he had improved too much. He'd taken out Monkey Fist before, so that was plausible. What hadn't clicked before was that Bonnie was learning from Ron. The brunette had shown a lot of skill in that moment, and she had been caught unprepared. But for her friend to be teaching, he would have to possess skills he'd never shown in front of her.
Then, there was the thing with Shego. She'd seen those blasts take out steel doors. Ron hadn't exactly shrugged it off, but his shirt was a testament to what could have happened to them. The redhead didn't want to believe her friend was lying to her, but there was definitely more going on than park maintenance and an obstacle course.
Picking up her Kimmunicator, she turned it on to see the familiar sight of her tech partner. "Hey, Wade. I need some info."
"No problem. What do you need to know?" the young boy asked.
"See what you can find out about the guy running the nature preserve Ron's working at. Please and thank you." She prepared to close the connection.
Wade tapped a few keys. "All right. I've downloaded all the info I have to you."
Kim looked at Wade with surprise. "I know you rock, but that was fast even for you."
"I still have the info from when Ron asked some months back. Everything looked legit back then, and Ron's still ok. Figured everything was fine."
"And there's nothing odd that's been reported about him?"
"No. The opposite, actually. All mention of Jonathon Wolf show him to be a humanitarian. He allows camping for inner city children; his house contains a small museum of minor artifacts he displays. All his money comes from wildlife grants and his own family fortune."
"Anything on his fighting experience? Something that makes him stand out?" Kim queried, getting agitated.
"Let's see. He served as a mercenary some years ago. Almost all of it was black ops stuff, but it looks like all his missions were high-risk rescue or retrieval of hard to find criminals. Very high success rate. Reports state he only used a sword, never a gun."
"So, Ron could be at risk around this guy," the redhead said resolutely.
"I don't know, Kim. All reports say none to minimal casualties. He even brought the criminals in without hurting them."
"I'd better make sure Ron and Bonnie aren't in any danger. Kim out," ending the call. Quickly changing to her mission gear, the young hero made her way to the nature preserve.
Kim silently kneeled behind a think tree to watch the lodge before progressing further. So far, she hadn't found any signs anyone was here. The young girl continued to scan the windows for movement.
"What are we looking for?" a deep voice whispered in her ear.
Startled, Kim jumped away from the voice into a fighting stance. Before her was a large man in a black martial arts uniform with a look of innocent curiosity, still squatting by the tree. "Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.
Standing, he gave her a tolerant look. "As the person trespassing, I believe you are asking the wrong question, Miss Possible."
"I'm sorry, sir," she apologized, realizing who he was. "I came to see Ron."
"Do you often stalk him like prey when you visit?"
"No," she replied sheepishly. "I was concerned about him. Something strange has been happening to him. The other day, he took a plasma blast and wasn't hurt."
"Well, I'm glad to see his training has been so beneficial."
Kim looked at the man with shock and confusion. "His training? How can you teach Ron to do something like that?" she accused.
Jonathon looked unfazed. "I possess mystical power as well, though mine is not monkey power. I assumed you knew about it. He told me the story, and you have the scent of monkey power about you."
Kim leaned against a tree for support. "No, I thought it was a one-time thing like how the jade necklace turned me into a monkey. So, the improvement in fighting and the new abilities are because…"
"I am showing Mr. Stoppable how to harness the power and prepare him for his destiny," he finished.
"What is his destiny?"
"To be the ultimate Monkey Master. Don't fret, though. History has shown you will likely be at his side." Seeing the look on her face, he continued. "I'll explain later when all concerned can hear. But you had a purpose to be here. Come, Mr. Stoppable and Ms. Rockwaller are training."
Remembering something, "How did you know my name?"
Smiling, "I've seen you on the news."
The young girl's face turned as crimson as her hair, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise at the sight before her. Bonnie and Ron, both dressed in matching black uniforms, were rolling and grunting on the ground. Their bodies were twined around one another. It wouldn't have taken her as long to figure out they were grappling if Bonnie hadn't kept breaking out in giggles every time Ron tickled her to get a better position.
She watched in horrific fascination until Bonnie rolled the blonde boy onto his back. Straddling his waist, the brunette gave him a passionate kiss. When she felt him relax into the kiss, she broke it and raised her arms in victory. "I win again," she laughed.
"Just one time, you'd think I'd call foul," he pouted.
"Except that it's within the rules," Jonathon said, bringing their attention to him and their guest.
All three teens blushed as they averted their gazes. "Uh, hey, KP. What brings you here?" Ron stammered.
"I was concerned that something was going on. What with Shego's blast," the redhead answered, embarrassed.
The young boy was at a loss for words to explain. "I told her I'm helping you with your mystic power. It's ok," Jonathon said.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief as he lay back down. "Glad I don't have to keep that a secret."
"I never said it had to be," the large man admonished, causing Ron to groan. "Why did you think I told Ms. Rockwaller about it. Speaking of, you might find everyone will be more comfortable if you weren't sitting on Mr. Stoppable," he chuckled.
With a squeak of surprise, Bonnie jumped to sit next to Ron. Jonathon sat against the doorway, motioning for Kim to sit as well. "I told Ms. Possible that she might be part of your destiny. Now that we are all gathered, I can explain.
"This is more conjecture from past experience than any kind of addendum to your destiny. Throughout history, there have always been two people that work together to maintain the balance of good and evil. I have met and instructed most of them. Mr. Stoppable and Ms. Possible, you two are the current incarnations of those people."
"Like reincarnation? Two soulmates forever together?" Kim asked.
"More like two archetypes used as a duo of characters in numerous stories. The same types of person, but with completely different histories and experiences each time. You will not feel déjà vu as you've never met in a past life, but the soulmates things is fairly accurate."
"How accurate?" Bonnie asked.
"The bond has manifested as love, but it can be brotherhood, too. They have been of the same gender as well. I even recall one time when it was two enemies with a common goal."
"Why tell us this? It doesn't sound very important," Ron asked.
"The only way you can make good decisions is to be informed. This may have no bearing on your destiny, but it could also be critical to it."
Everyone gravely absorbed this information until Jonathon broke the tension. "There's still training to be done. Ms. Possible, please spar with Ms. Rockwaller. She needs more varied experience. Mr. Stoppable, we shall be donning armor for full contact sparring outside."
As the guys went to change, Kim took off some of her gear to leave her wearing only her shirt and cargo pants. Squaring off against the brunette, she resolved to not underestimate Bonnie this time. After a few minutes of testing each other with light attacks, they started to push each other harder. Attacks became quicker and more complex; dodging became flips as they kept each other off balance.
The redhead quickly assessed the other girl's style as she had done similarly on numerous missions. Bonnie possessed natural ability and good technique, but her array of moves was limited. This was countered by the unorthodox combination of styles she drew from. With no true core style, the brunette was able to switch from one type of attack to another easily. In the end, Kim's experience and conditioning won out.
Finished, they grabbed some water and sat outside the doorway to wait for the guys. "You're good, Bonnie. Ron taught you all that in a few months?" Kim asked.
The brunette blushed as the compliment. "Yeah. I took a few classes when I was younger, though. Mr. Wolf helps some, but it's mostly Ron."
Kim was going to say more, but she caught sight of a large, dark form running up. Skidding to a halt, it looked at the two girls. Sitting on its haunches, the animal whined at them. Kim looked over at the brunette with confusion.
Bonnie laughed as she moved to sit right next to the redhead. "That's Shadow. He's trying to be a gentleman and doesn't want to show more favor to one pretty woman than the other." The wolf jumped up when Bonnie sat and lay down on his back across both their laps, his head hanging off Kim. The creature looked up at them expectantly until they rubbed his belly and scratched his chin.
About to ask about the wolf, Kim was interrupted again when the guys came out in their armor. Dull black, it left their fingers, toes, and heads exposed. Metallic plating covered the torso, forearms, hands, shins, and feet of each. Bonnie whistled and gave catcalls, causing Ron to blush and Jonathon to bow grandly.
A/NYep, left it as a bit of a cliffhanger. Next chapter: the fight no one asked for, but you're getting anyway. So, we learn a few new things, and Kim learns what's going on. Not much else to say about this chapter. I do a lot of my writing at work. So, apparently I don't do work at work. I also included Wade. Go me. Hopefully, I've addressed a few concerns in this one. And a few other things will get revealed later. I've planned out the fight between Jonathon and Ron, but I haven't written it. I've got to figure out if I can maintain my current writing style or if I'll have to switch. Action is a delicate balance of describing the actions without getting so detailed you lose people. We'll see.