G'day, mates! Well, here we are again, time for some fun. Not so much fluff in this one, more toil,toil, boil and bubble. My lady friend calls my stuff 'SMUFF', or smutty fluff. She also wishes I had MMP like the Rondo, for obvious reasons. Damn freak. Anywhos, theres a bit of smuff in this chappie, but it's mostly drama. Please, try it, lemme know if it needs salt. THANKS!

Early morning, Kim's bedroom…

A tap came at Kim's window, using the same rhythm as the Kimmunicator. Kim awoke, grumpy, she had been dreaming good dreams of Ron, his Power fluxing, his head between her… well, good dreams. They had a hard time falling asleep while they were connected, so Ron had broken the link after some astral making out in the tree-house.

She grabbed her special PDA off her nightstand. Nothing happening there. The tap sounded again. She looked to the window. Ron's face met hers, smiling a goofball grin. Sort of. She opened the latch.

"Kim, come on!" Ron stated. "Wade found Drakken and Shego!"

Rufus stood beside him on the sill, silent, his mole face blank.

"Let's go!" Ron stated.

"Ok, Ronny, let me get my clothes on…" Kim sleepily replied, used to this. Evil never slept. She perked, wondering. "Why dint Wade call me first?"

"Uh, your com is down, Wade's installing some upgrades right now…" Ron stated, assuring.

"Ok…" Kim said, pulling on her panties, not bothering to cover herself in front of Ron. He'd seen her; heck, he'd had her. She put on her mission clothes.

I've got transport waiting out front…" Ron said, nodding to the street. "Let's go!"

"Why didn't you wake me?" Kim wondered, referring to his mastery of the bond.

"I just did! Let's go! Come on, Kim!" Ron hurried her. "I love you Kim."

"Ok, Ok… lets go…" Kim sighed, climbing out the window, still waking. She saw a VTOL transport jet sitting on the street, commonplace, for her. She followed Ron into the jet.

"Ron, let's join up, I'm tired, and your Power surge always wakes me up… gets me ready, if you know what I mean…" she murmured, climbing on the plane.

"Oh I bet it does, Princess…" she heard from the back of the cargo hold. She felt a sting on the side of her neck. She turned to the voice, knowing.

Shego smirked, watching her foil fall into unconsciousness, the sleep drug on the dart she had shot kicking in.

"Night, Kimmie… pleasant dreams…" Shego lustily chortled, as Ron moved to stand next to the green witch.

"Ron…" Kim whined, as she drifted off, blacking out.

Two Hours later…

(BEEP BEEP BE-DEEP)

Ron woke, hearing his Kim calling. He grabbed his Kimmunicator, pressing the go button.

"Kim, what's up? Drakken and Shego?" he mumbled.

"Yes. Even worse…" Wade stated, in his PJ's. "Kim's been captured."

"Kim-Kim!" cried Rufus, standing on Ron's pillow. "Oh-no!"

"What?" Ron perked, waking fully. "Wade, is she OK?"

"Drakken has her. I got a location, thanks to Kim's chip." Wade shot, wide eyed, his computer having alerted him.

"She… how… what?" Ron stated, waking up, his eyes glowing blue. This time, Kim was too far away for him to connect with the Power. He felt the bond, but he didn't sense her anywhere.

"Shego must have somehow got her in the middle of the night." Wade continued, "…Drakken, he's got her prisoner up in Canada."

"Oh… where is she? Is she ok?" Ron amped.

"I don't know. She's been knocked out. She's in his lair. That's all I've got, so far. She seems fine, but she's drugged. Out of it."

"Ok. Get me there. Like, quick." harshed Ron.

"Done. There's a GJ chopper in your driveway right now." Wade said, understanding his attitude. "Waiting. Go, Ron!"

Ron thought for a second. He pulled on his cargos, than donned his Monkey robe, calling the Lotus Blade to him. It came, and he ran down the stairs to the front door, tucking it into the robes tassels. He ran to the fighter jet, waiting outside. The two GJ pilots nodded to him, as he climbed into the back seat.

"Go!" Ron and Rufus shouted together.

The jet copter rose, it's engines flaring, rolling down the street.

"Wade, talk to me…" Ron cried into his com. He was completely serious; worry painting his face, his eyes glowing brightly.

"It's an underground mountain lair, pretty standard, you should have no problem getting in…" Wade stated, hacking at his keyboard. "Go in though the hanger door. It's camouflaged, on the east side of the mountain. The chopper can drop you on a nearby ledge."

The tech dude looked at Ron on his monitor. "Ron, icksnay on the eyes-vea. The pilots…"

"Forget them Wade, I'm a little excited right now." Ron rolled his flaming blue eyes. "Shego's there with Drakken?"

"Of course. I'm picking up a couple of synthos, too. Just two." Wade paused.

"Weird…" he mumbled.

"What? Come on Wade-man, I'm a little tweaked…" said Ron, frowning.

"One of the synthos has your DNA, Ron…"

Many hours earlier, at Monique's House…

Brick leaned against the side panel of his van, smiling. Monique stood in front of him, kitty-kat grin on her face. His van was parked on the street in front of her house. They had worked it out that he should always park a certain way, as to have the van shield the view from her living room bay window, which she knew her Dad would probably peek from. It saved Monique from embarrassment, and gave Brick a chance to use his hands while she gave him a goodnight kiss.

Monique moved into him, standing on her tippy toes. Brick leaned down, meeting her open lips with his own, pulling her into a very wet kiss. His hands stole around to her bottom, squeezing hungrily. Monique whimpered quietly as she returned the kiss, hands rubbing small circles on his chest. She reached down with one small hand, pulling one of his paws off her posterior, and brought it up, placing it on her left breast.

"All yours, big boy…" she murmured, breaking the kiss for a second, looking at him sexily.

Brick massaged her, just a hint of roughness in his hand, as he growled deep in his throat, amping up the lip-lock. He found the bump of her nipple through her bra, and pinched, rolling her between thumb a forefinger. She whimpered again, deeper in tone.

She looked in his eyes, breath ragged, his bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

"Yes, big boy, don't be scared of them now, they won't break…" she purred, kissing him passionately.

Brick squeezed her other breast, pinching harder than before. She inhaled sharply, as he moved his lips to her neck, biting lightly. Her hand reached down, slowly rubbing his chip of the ole brick through his jeans.

"My, is that a boulder in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she moaned, as his fingers clawed her soft bosom.

"…just happy to see you…" he growled quietly, his hips pushing into her hand, his love nips becoming tiger bites on her neck.

Flesh became stone, and she wrapped his outline in her grip, stroking over the cotton fabric of his pants

"Monique!" her Dad shouted from the front porch. "Quit hidin' behind that van an let Brick go home!"

"Oh!" she yipped, pushing back from him quickly. "My Daddy! DAMN!"

"…yeah, damn…" Brick gulped audibly. "Lousy timing, your Dad has…"

He moved his hands to her hips. "I gotta go anyway, or my Dad will be blowing up my cell. Wish I dint have to…"

"Yeah…" she said, laying her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "…me too."

She looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "That was nice…"

"Nice? Way better than nice, babe…" he smirked. "… it was hot."

"Yeah…" Her smile widened, her cheeks darkening slightly. "…maybe next time, I'll finish the job. I wanna see it…" she tittered huskily.

"Tomorrow? Brick shot anxiously, looking down at her.

"Maybe…" she giggled at his hopeful look. "Ya never know, big boy."

"Ok…" he smiled. "I'd like to get to know the… girls better, too." he smirked, looking down the valley.

"Yes, they're interested in meeting you also. Now kiss me, tell me you love me, and then get in the van, ya big dummy." she giggled.

He gave her a peck. "Love you, Mo-Mo." He said, making as if to get in the vehicle.

"Hey! Boy, I'll whoop your ass, if you don't kiss me right!" she pouted, mock angry.

He turned back to her, grinning teasingly. He pulled her close, tightly.

"I love you, Monique." He whispered, taking her mouth with his own.

"…whew… that's better. Love you too, Bricky. See you tomorrow, right?" she smiled, breathless.

"Eight o'clock to early?" he joshed.

"Monique!" her Dad yelled. "Get in here! And who ate up all the cobbler?"

The teens smiled at each other as Brick jumped in the drivers seat. He pulled away, his hand waving out the window.

Monique watched until the van was out of sight, glowing happily.

Present, Drakken's Lair

Kim lifted her head slowly, the knock out drug wearing off. She noted that she was bound tightly to a roof support, ankles to neck. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers.

"Anybody there… ?" She wondered. She remembered Ron coming to her window, then Shego in the jet, and Ron had been standing with her.

"Well, good morning, Princess…" Shego called from a railing up above her. Syntho-Ron stood next to her silently, syntho-Rufus on his shoulder. "Nice of you to join us! We'll be down in a bit, you hussy, just sit tight. I'm just going over some… figures with your boyfriend."

"Ron!" Kim shouted, angry. "What is going on? Why are you doing this?"

"We'll be down in a few, Kimmie. How long does it take him, ten, twenty minutes?" Shego winked roguishly. "Come on, Ronnipoo…" she sang, pushing the syntho-bot into the room behind the balcony.

"Ron! Get away from that bitch! I love you, save me!" Kim cried, to no avail. They disappeared from sight. Kim stared up in disbelief. She could still feel their bond inside her. Something wasn't right, the bond was telling her that he was coming for her, worried. She struggled, trying to loosen her bonds. 'If she lays one hand on my Ron, I'll kill her… right after a beat him senseless…'

Off in the shadows, a mutant man trembled with anticipation. He grinned evilly, the fur on his arms rising.

Shego walked into Drakken's lab. She shoved the syntho-Ron into a chair, the fake mole rat falling off his shoulder to the floor. It stood up, and just stood there, twitching.

"She bought it, Dr. D. I think. She sure didn't like him being near me…" Shego smirked. "Possessive little twerp."

"Over Stoppable?" Drakken wondered, shuddering, turning bluer. "That is going to scar me mentally forever. nng!"

"I hear ya Doc. So is this syntho-sidekick going to be able to pull it off? It doesn't seem to be to bright." Shego glanced at the Ron-clone worriedly.

"Yes, used to much actual DNA on that one. Not to worry, Shego. Now where are those mind control chips…err." Drakken replied, searching through his many drawers and cubbyholes. "Shego help me look…"

"Not in my contract, Dr. D…" Shego replied, lounging into an armchair. "What are you gonna have him say to her? Better make it harsh… something like '…tired of you grabbing all the glory, taking me for granted, got what I wanted anyway, yer used goods…'

Drakken smiled his evilest grin. "I'll just let you decide that, Shego. You have a flair for the wordage. Your words hurt so, and for once it won't be my tender feelings you trample. Ah, here it is…" he said, holding up a tiny mind control chip.

Shego smiled back at him. "No problem, Dr. D…"

Ron jumped off the copters skid onto a ledge in front of the hanger door. It's hadn't been too hard to find, with Wade guiding him. Rufus watched, hold fast in his cargos.

"How do I get it open, Wade?" Ron said into the Kimmunicator.

"There should be a panel somewhere in the left…" Wade replied, "…plug the Kimmunicator into it's port, I can hack it from here."

"Gotcha…" Ron stated. "Rufus, I need you! Help me find this panel!"

"Panel!" Rufus agreed readily. He jumped to the sloped surface in front of them, scurrying about Power quickly. Suddenly, he stopped, the surface under his paws feeling different there.

"Hnk, hollow! Panel!" he cried, kicking a small access port open.

"Good job, Rufus!" Ron said, plugging the Kimmunicator in. Wade typed quickly on his keyboard, and the hanger door began to open.

"Be careful Ron. If Drakken cloned you, it's possible that it knows Monkey Fu." Wade cautioned.

"No problem. It can't touch the Power. And, it's girlfriend isn't in danger…" Ron replied, ducking through the door, Rufus scrambling up his leg to his pocket. Two sets of eyes glowed white hot blue. "Which way Wade?"

"Straight ahead, last left, then downstairs…" Wade stated, having downloaded the lairs blueprints while he was plugged in.

"Right…" Ron said, moving forward quietly.

He sniffed, making a face. "Man, smells like monkey poo in here…"

end - Was Kim just blinded by her love of the real Ron in the beginning? What will Monique's Dad have for a snack now that the cobbler's gone? Shego is going to script Ron's break-up with KP? How baddoes monkey poo smell? Do ya'll hate me for doing a cliffie? Next time, on 'Don't Touch My Monkey'! Only two chappies left... THANKS!