Wonderful Wife Chapter 4, a kim possible fanfic

Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.

Ron and Kim sat in a subsection of the hotel lobby just outside the dealer's room. Wade was speaking to them both through the Kimunicator.

"It would seem to be something called the 'Winged Monkey of Bae-Li'."

"So what's it do?" asked Kim.

"The legends aren't really clear," Wade shrugged, "But it's supposed to have the ability to make the world perfect, or something like that."

Ron pursed his lips in thought, "So it makes Nacos out of thin air?"

"Mmm, Cheese!" Rufus said in support.

Kim eyed Ron curiously as though deciding what to say. She finally kissed him on the cheek, "I doubt it, Dear."

"I'll keep checking," said Wade.

"Please and thank you," chimed Kim as she turned off the device.

"Maybe I should ask, Sensei," said Ron.

"How do we reach him?"

"Well, I've never called him before, but he reached me earlier with that ghostly light show."

"You mean the gravy ghost."

"Well, actually I meant earlier today."

Kim's eyes widened, "What did he say?"

"That there was some disturbance in the universe or something like that."

Kim glared poison darts at Ron, "And you didn't tell me this- why?"

"I didn't want you to worry," Ron said sheepishly. "But now with Monkey Fist after this Oz reject..." His face puckered oddly, "A perfect world." Ron thought aloud. "Everybody has a different idea of a perfect world."

"Yeah," Kim said as she listened to him. "I guess so."

"So if Monkey Fist gets that idol..."

"He will make this his perfect world!"

They both made a disgusted face in unison. Then looking at each other, couldn't resist a short giggle.

"We'd better destroy it before Monkey Fist gets it and changes things" said Kim as she got up and headed toward the dealer's room again.

Ron paled. "Changes things?"

Kim turned back to Ron, "That's right. That idol thingy must change things to make a person's perfect world, right?"

"But what if something's already changed?" Ron asked with worried eyes. "Would we notice?"

Kim was taken aback. She made a face, "Brain pain." After she recovered, "We better ask Wade."

"No." Ron stood up. "First we get that thing locked away, then we ask Sensei."

Ron and Zita sat in a subsection of the hotel lobby just outside the dealer's room. Wade was speaking to them both through the Ronunicator.

"It could be something called the 'Winged Monkey of Bae-Li'."

"So what's it do?" asked Ron.

"The legends aren't really clear," Wade shrugged, "But it's supposed to have the ability to make the world perfect, or something like that."

Ron pursed his lips in thought, "So it makes Nacos out of thin air?"

"Mmm, Cheese!" Rufus said in support.

Zita gave Ron one of her 'you are such a cute dork' looks, "Not likely."

"I'll keep checking," said Wade. "Want me to get a hold of Kim?"

Ron figured that Kim and Zita together was the last thing he needed right now. "No, thanks. I'll handle this one." He turned off the Ronunicator. "Maybe I should ask Sensei."

"How do you reach him?"

"Well, I've never called him before, but he reached me earlier with that ghostly light show."

"You mean that gravy ghost I heard about?"

"Well, actually I meant earlier today."

Zita's eyes narrowed, "What'd he say?"

"That there was some disturbance in the universe or something like that."

Zita's face began to turn red, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," Ron said sheepishly. "But now that Monkey Fist has this Oz reject..." Ron thought a moment. "A perfect world."

Zita smiled. "Want to hear about my perfect world?" She said as she ran a finger over his ear along the hairline.

"That's it!" Ron nearly jumped. "Everybody has a different idea of the perfect world."

"Yeah," said Zita. "I guess so."

"So now that Monkey Fist has that idol..."

"He will make this his perfect world?"

Ron made a disgusted face.

Zita started to giggle despite herself.

"You'd better find him and destroy it before Monkey Fist starts changing things" said Zita.

Ron paled. "Changing things?"

"That's right. That idol must change things to make a person's perfect world, right?"

"But what if something's already changed?" Ron asked with worried eyes. "Would we notice?"

Zita looked thoughtful. Would the players notice if Everlot's programming was changed?"

Ron stood up. "That's a good question for Sensei."

Ron had to actually rent the idol from the dealer to get it out of the dealer's room. They did not have anywhere near the money to buy it. He had it placed in the hotel safe, at least until he could think of someplace safer. Then he and Kim went back to their room.

Ron sat on the extra bed in the lotus position, trying to call Sensei.

He must have been doing something wrong, because nothing was happening. Ron was determined not to give up, though. He wasn't a high school slacker anymore. After a while, Kim put down her textbook and sat next to him.

"Ron, maybe we should try something else."

"Sensei will have what we need to know."

"You've been here over an hour," Kim whined. "Let's have lunch."

"You go ahead," Ron didn't open his eyes.

Kim sighed, "I'll just shower and change, then."

Ron heard her get up and open a drawer.

Ron found himself picturing that shower, but tried to continue his meditation. It's just KP.

"Ron, should I wear this or this?"

Ron inwardly sighed and opened his eyes.

Kim was holding up a red dress in one outstretched hand. In the other was a brown shirt and blue jeans.

Ron didn't notice either outfit.

Kim was stark naked.

Ron shut his eyes again tighter, "The one on the right." He wished Sensei would answer.

"Your right or mine?"

"Yours." Purging image. Nice image. PURGING IMAGE.

"You mean this one?"

Ron felt something touch him. Whoa! This is KP! Ron let out a cry and cringed away from her.

"Ron?" Kim was looking down at him with what had to be shock.

"Stoppablesan!"

Kim and Ron both looked at the edge of the bed, where an image of Sensei had appeared.

Kim dove under the bed's covers as she uttered, "Eep."

"Sensei!" Ron said awkwardly but gladly. "I've been wanting to talk to you!"

"I heard as much." Sensei bowed his head deeply but quickly, "I trust you are well, Mrs. Stoppable."

"I'm okay, thanks," Kim tried to smile, though it was hard to see with the bedspread up to her nose.

"Sensei," Ron said urgently. "Monkey Fist is here! And he tried to get this idol thing, the-" Ron tried to remember. "The flying monkey of Bailey!"

Sensei almost frowned, "That would explain much, Stoppablesan. The winged monkey of Bae-Li is tied to the mystical monkey power. It enables the master to … rethink his choices."

"Like help him decide stuff?" asked Ron.

"But Wade said there were legends about it changing the world," said Kim, letting the spread's edge come down to her neck.

"If a man goes to sleep in a blue room and wakes up in a red room, was the room changed or was he moved while he slept?" Sensei asked cryptically.

Ron heard the question far more clearly than anything Sensei had ever said to him before. This fact, as well as the question, scared him.

"I think I need a phrasebook," said Kim as she moved about under the covers.

Ron looked at Kim. "Sensei, could this change be … unintentional?"

"The idol would sense the Monkey Master's inner needs and desires, and provide new insight into his choices."

"By changing things?" Ron asked weakly.

"By bringing the Master face to face with places that roads not taken would have brought him."

"Yeah," Ron sighed.

"Ron?" Kim paused, looking worried. "Am I missing something?"

Ron gulped. He felt Rufus climb onto his shoulder, showing some support. "Something has been changed, KP."

"And the Mystical Monkey thing let's you notice it?" Kim brightened. "That's great!" she pushed the spread off, revealing she had put on the shirt and jeans. Then her face sobered. "What did he change?" she asked worriedly.

"While Monkey Fist has been exposed to the Mystical Monkey Power and has trained himself in the ways of Tai Xing Pek War, he has not the skill or the talent to use the winged monkey of Bae-Li without a ritual act," said Sensei.

"Then how did he do it without the idol?" asked Kim.

"He didn't," Ron's face fell. Then he looked into Kim's face, guilt-ridden, "I did."

Kim gasped.

"I didn't mean to," Ron said desperately. "I don't even know how I did it."

Sensei spoke, "Once the idol was brought near to Stoppablesan, it acted upon what it sensed within him. The change occurred overnight, as you both slept. Stoppablesan had no knowledge of it until morning."

Kim turned from Sensei back to Ron, beginning to understand, "That's why you were so weird this morning!"

"Yeah," Ron said slowly.

"So what's different?" Kim asked, relieved. "Is the sky supposed to be green or something?"

"Uh," Ron hesitated. "Kim?"

"Yeah?" Kim said suspiciously.

Ron's face gave new meaning to the word 'sheepish', "Before the change…" Ron really didn't want to hurt her.

"Spill, Ron!"

"We weren't married."

Ron and Zita went back to their room.

Ron sat on the extra bed in the lotus position, trying to call Sensei.

He must have been doing something wrong, because nothing was happening. Ron was determined not to give up, though. He wasn't a high school slacker anymore. After a while, Zita put down her new paperback and sat next to him.

"Ron, maybe we should try something else."

"Sensei will have what we need to know."

"We've been here over an hour," Zita whined. "How about lunch?"

"You go ahead," Ron didn't open his eyes.

"Can't I at least have a snack?" she said coyly. Then she nibbled Ron's ear.

Ron tried to continue his meditation, telling himself he could resist. He wished Sensei would answer.

Then she went along nibbling and kissing down his neck.

Ron could no longer keep still. A pleasant tingle went down his spine and settled- Whoa! This is NOT KP! Ron let out a cry and cringed away from her.

Zita looked down at him with a hurt look of total confusion.

"Stoppablesan!"

Ron and Zita both looked at the edge of the bed, where an image of Sensei had appeared.

"Sensei!" Ron said awkwardly but gladly. "I've been wanting to talk to you!"

"I heard as much." Sensei bowed his head deeply but quickly, "I trust you are well, Mrs. Stoppable."

"I'm good," Zita tried to smile.

"Sensei," Ron interrupted. "Monkey Fist is here! And he got this idol thing, the-" Ron tried to remember. "The flying monkey of Bailey!"

Sensei almost frowned, "That would explain much, Stoppablesan. The winged monkey of Bae-Li is tied with the mystical monkey power. It enables the master to … rethink his choices."

"Like help him decide stuff?" asked Ron.

"But Wade said there were legends about it changing the world," said Zita.

"If a man goes to sleep in a blue room and wakes up in a red room, was the room changed or was he moved while he slept?" Sensei asked cryptically.

Ron heard the question far more clearly than anything Sensei had ever said to him before. This fact, as well as the question, scared him.

"Care to translate?" asked Zita.

Ron looked at Zita. "Sensei, could this change be … unintentional?"

"The idol would sense the Monkey Master's inner needs and desires, and provide new insight into his choices."

"By changing things?" Ron asked weakly.

"By bringing the Master face to face with places that roads not taken would have brought him."

"Yeah," Ron sighed.

"Ron?" Zita was getting upset. "What am I missing?"

Ron gulped. He felt Rufus climb onto his shoulder, showing some support. "Something has been changed, Z."

"And the Monkey Mojo let's you notice it?" She brightened. "That'll be great help!" Then her face fell, "What did he change?"

"So he can't have done it yet?" asked Zita.

"He didn't yet," Ron's face fell. Then he looked into Zita's face, guilt-ridden, "but I did."

She gasped.

"I didn't mean to," Ron said desperately. "I don't even know how I did it."

Zita turned to Ron, beginning to understand, "That's why you were so whack this morning!"

"Yeah," Ron said slowly.

"So what's different?" Zita asked, relieved. "Were mini skirts more popular or something?"

"Uh," Ron hesitated. "Zita?"

"Yeah?" She said suspiciously.

Ron's face gave new meaning to the word 'sheepish', "Before the change…" Ron really didn't want to hurt her.

"Open the barrel, Monkey boy!"

Ron racked his brain before blurting, "You were blonde!"

Thanks to AtomicFire, Zaratan, and mattb3671!

I realized about a chapter ago that (once you take away the timestream stuff) this story is essentially about wife-swapping!

Therefore I feel the need to state that I never have been and never will be a 'swinger'.

That would also seem to double the reason I rated this mature.