Happy Birthday: Chapter 4

I.

Life was good. His mother had brought him his favorite Bueno Nacho meal, his system was purring like a well fed Siamese, and he had just trashed his opponent on level eighteen of Everlot. He was surrounded by his holographic simulation of 1890's Paris, the 'city of lights' working its' magic. Across from him sat an adoring Monique, dressed in the height of 'de monde' fashion. Soon he would be able to replace her illusion with a perfected Nique-bot. Yes, life was indeed good and could only get better.

KA-BAAM! Paris shook. KA-BAAM! Sparks shorted from his system. KA-BAAM! His prized 72 inch plasma monitor shattered to the floor. KA-BAAM! His screens blanked, Paris fizzled. KA-BAAM! He whirled his chair to see his now visible door dented and cracked. KA-BAAM! Light shone through the cracks. 'What do you want? Who are you?' he whimper/screamed. KA-BARUNCH! His impenetrable barrier shattered and fell, the air displacement knocking him to the floor. A cinnamon haired demoness stalked him through the dust. Her long nailed claws grasped for him, lifting him to a fanged mouth. Just before it bit, he heard an evil moan, 'Wade, you've got some 'splainin to…'

"Noooo, I didn't…Moommieeee!" Wade woke hyperventilating. "Just a dream, oh, Lord, thankyou, thankyou, just a dream. I swear, Lord, I swear, I promise, no more nacos before bed!"

II.

Kim Possible snuggled her pandaroo to her chest, dreaming of her Ronnie. What a sweetie, giving up his few moments of rest to call her, just to reassure her he loved her. When he got back she was going to….well, no, but she could dream, couldn't she? But not that dream, that dream was just…disturbing, she shiver/shuddered. Just sweet dreams she determined, her Ronnie would never….never…do that…to….

He just sat there, his blue eyes laughing at her. This time he wouldn't ignore her, wouldn't treat her like a troublesome child. She'd teach him some respect. She'd… she found her black baby doll covered belly laid gently over his hard thighs. ('where are my mission clothes', she wondered frantically) Her unrestrained hands on the floor, her loose red hair shielding her blushing face, the large tender male hand spanking and soothing, spanking and soothing, finally, gently lifting her to stand, trembling, staring into laughing, loving, tender chocolate pools of…

"Kimmie, breakfast is ready."

Jerking upright Kim met her mother's sly smile. "Mom! What, uh, what…."

"The time is now 10 AM, breakfast is pancakes, if either of those were your questions, and I think you've had enough 'sweet' dreams for one night."

Kim blushed as she listened to her mother's parting laughter vanish down the stairs. 'I love my red hair, but why, oh why, does it have to come with this fair complexion,' she questioned herself, 'if I blush anymore it'll become permanent.'

Flopping back on her pillows, she lectured herself, 'this has got to stop. I will not dream about that anymore. Anyway, I prefer brown eyes over blue. Blue eyes…changing into…brown eyes...why would I...Ronnie would never spank…spank?…Spankin'!...that's my phrase not….' "RON!"

Bolting from her bed, Kim reached for her Kimmunicator. 'No, Wade is eleven; I can't talk to him about this. But I've got to, who can I ask?' She dashed down stairs still in her pajamas.

"Mom? What would you…", wait, this was her MOTHER!

"Would I what, Kimmie?" Anne smiled.

"Would you, ah, would you have any orange juice?"

III.

Monique left the mall grumbling. It wasn't bad enough she had to work on the weekend, she had fallen asleep watching GWA last night. Her, the most avid wrestling fan in Middleton, falling asleep before the end of one match. Ron would never let her live it down if he found out.

'Speaking of Ron', she thought, 'I wonder if he knows the kind of dreamsgirlfriend has about him? Even without being able to sleep, that was a hoot. Who would have thought it? Oh, man TMI, I have got to get a life."

Loafing along in the sunshine, Monique thought of stopping at Bueno Nacho, but decided she wasn't that hungry. As she passed the fast food eatery, a certain red headed teen heroine dashed out to intercept her.

"Monique? Why aren't you stopping? I thought this was your favorite place."

"Just not hungry, Kim, a little tired."

"Oh, well, how about I get some sodas and we go to the park," Kim plead.

"Sodas sound good, the park? You wouldn't be wantin' to talk about anything in particular, would you/" Monique glared suspiciously.

"Well, yeah." Kim grinned weakly.

"Is this about dreams and a certain missing BF?"

Kim nodded.

"Nope, no way, already TMI on that front." Monique turned away.

"Please, Moni', I think," Kim's voice lowered conspiratorially, "I think I know who it was. It was Ron."

"The thief!"

"Yes."

Monique rubbed her jaw thoughtfully and grinned, "OK, get the sodas, this I have got to hear."

IV.

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby."

"Mom, can I ask you a question?"

Mrs. Load was shocked; her genius son rarely asked her questions, unless it was about broccoli. "Sure, honey, ask anything you want."

"Well, do you believe dreams are premonitions?"

"I think they can be," she looked at her son shrewdly, "But I think bad dreams are a guilty conscience punishing us."

"Oh," Wade was obviously uncomfortable, "Well, uh, what about when your ears burn?"

V.

Ronald Dean Stoppable was the happiest man in Japan; at least, he did not believe anyone could be happier. During the past two weeks at Yamanuchi, he had really been able to develop his mystical monkey powers. Other than morning exercises with Yori and Hirotaka, he had spent his time being trained exclusively by Sensei. He found it hard to believe how fast he had progressed. And, to put the cherry on top, Sensei had given him permission to call Kim.

Ron waited in anticipation for his girlfriend's face to appear on the small screen when her voice sounded, "Ron!Miss you, Ronnie."

"I miss you too, KP, what happened to your picture?"

"Wade told me some circuits were wearing out, and that this might happen. I can still see you though, Ron. Have you left the school already?"

"No, Sensei gave me special permission to call you. KP, I can't wait to get home, I've got so much to tell you."

"I can't wait to hear it. Mostly, I can't wait for you to be here, have you really missed me."

"You wouldn't believe."

"Tell me."

For the next thirty minutes the two engaged in the sort of wistful communication of young lovers apart.

"KP. I don't want to, but I guess we should hang up." Ron finally said reluctantly. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I have so much to show you."

His love's voice went low and smoky,"and, Ronnie, I have a lot I want to show you, too. We've been good, and waited long enough."

"K-K-K-KP," Ron stuttered, "what do you…? I mean…what…"

"Don't worry, Ronnie," he heard that slow, seductive, smoky, voice purr, "we'll enjoy each other; I promise,sleep good, baby." The transmission clicked off.

Jaw dropped, eyes fogged, he dropped the Kimmunicator.

VI.

"Well?"

"Lamb to the slaughter."

"Woohoo, Possible shoots, she scores!" crowed Monique.

Both girls turned, advancing on the rapidly retreating young boy.

When his chair stopped against his desk, his feet still trying to backwalk, the girls flanked him, Kim on the right, Monique on the left, glaring down into his upturned, pleading eyes.

"Good boy, Wade, now this is how the next act is going to play."