KP is owned by Disney, we own squat. Just to clear up, this is not related to The Darkness Within in any way, this is entirely separate. As well, I used a fair bit of French, so check the translations down at the bottom of the chapter.
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Eurotrip – Chapter 4
"What did I tell you KP, there's no way we'll get in."
Kim stuck her head out of the line-up, sighing as she saw it stretch all the way down the block. "Ron, we're in Paris. We HAVE to visit the Louvre, we just have to."
Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator, activating it quickly. "Wade, do we have anyone who owes us any favours that could get us into the Louvre any faster?"
Ron's eyes just widened. "You want to call in a favour for this?"
Kim just glared back at Ron before turning back to Team Possible's resident genius. "Sorry Kim, nothing I can find. Is the line that bad?"
"It's ferociously huge, probably a few hours."
Wade shrugged, grabbing a quick sip from the drink he always kept on hand beside him. "Sorry I can't do more to help."
"Thanks anyways Wade."
Ron's face lit up for a second, and he grabbed a book from his bag, flipping through it quickly. Ron paused for a moment, as he found the page he was looking for. "Give me a sec KP, I'll check and see how long the wait is. I'll be right back."
Ron popped out of line, and jogged up to the front entrance, a fairly good hike. He made his way to the people watching the front, and smiled as he made his way up to one of them.
He flipped through the book one last time, while the attendant just looked him over. "Um… combien de temps attendez pour… obtenir à travers dedans?(1)"
The attendant just grinned, shaking his head slightly. "I take it you are American?"
Ron's eyes just lit up at the man's use of English, despite the accent. "Yeah, how could you tell?"
The man just rolled his eyes. "How far back are you?"
"We're around the corner and down the street."
"Come back tomorrow then. First Sunday of the month, admission is free, all the tourists come early to get in. Better to come tomorrow. You pay to get in, but quiet after free day."
Ron blinked, his jaw dropping slightly. "Dude, it's free today? Why didn't anybody say anything?"
The older man just sighed. "Come back tomorrow."
Ron's shoulders slumped a bit, as he made his way back to where Kim was waiting. As he got closer, she was gazing at him expectantly.
"Well, how long is it going to be?"
Ron scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Sorry KP, the guy said it would be a while. Apparently, it's free today, that's why the line-up. He said we should try back tomorrow. Sorry about that KP, I knew you were looking forward to this…"
Kim gently placed a hand on his shoulder, stepping closer. "Ron, it's no big. We were planning on being here until Tuesday anyways, we can just spend the day here tomorrow. Besides, if we stayed to wait today, we'd miss out on so many other things to see. Like… maybe taking a walk through that park over there… maybe…"
Kim leaned in to whisper the rest in his ear, and Ron's face lit up instantly. "A BOOYAH!"
Kim blushed a bit as the crowd in line turned to look at the two teens, and she quickly grabbed his hand, dragging him out of line. They dashed down the street, and Kim couldn't contain the laughter she felt bubbling up, as they weaved and dodged through the pedestrians, Ron's laughter joining hers as they made their way to the small park nearby. With the bright sky overhead and the cool breeze, the day seemed perfect to her, despite not getting into the Louvre as she had originally planned.
A tug on her arm stopped her short, and she fell back to find Ron lying on the ground. Off balance, she fell back against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, bracing her fall into the soft grass. Kim giggled as his arms cinched tight around her waist, and she leaned up, her lips meeting his.
When their lips parted, Ron was smiling brightly. "So I guess you're not that disappointed after all."
Kim shrugged, running one hand lightly across the side of his face while she lay atop him. "Well, I won't say I'm not disappointed a bit, but it's too beautiful a day to worry about it. Besides, I'm just happy to be here with you. This vacation was the best thing we could have done, even with Duff interrupting us."
Ron just grinned, as he snuggled closer, ignoring the knowing smiles from passersby that paused to watch the young couple. "I think this vacation just may get even better."
Kim's eyebrow shot up, and her hand froze. "What do you have planned Ron Stoppable?"
Ron chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Sorry KP, you'll just have to wait and find out. You won't be able to make me talk."
"Ron…"
Ron quickly clamped his eyes shut, knowing exactly what was coming next. As an extra measure, Rufus, sensing his friend's predicament, took that moment to make his appearance, clambering onto Ron's face, shielding his human friend from that most deadly and serious of weapons ever unleashed on man.
The Puppy Dog Pout.
Kim, noting the extraordinary means by which Ron was going to protect his secret, gave up on the quivering lip, though a slight pout remained with the knowledge this was one secret he would be keeping. "All right Ron, I'll wait for the surprise."
Ron was just about to open his eyes when a realization hit him. "Rufus buddy, is Kim still doing the pout?"
Rufus turned his head quickly, before chattering an affirmative. Slowly, Ron peeked out one eye, being extra careful when he gazed down at his now quite offended girlfriend. "Sorry about the paranoia Kim, but this is one secret I want to keep… for a few hours more anyways."
"What could be so big you can't tell me a few hours early?"
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"Oh Ron, this is amazing!"
Kim's gaze traveled up the Eiffel Tower, marveling at the construction. Granted, she had been there before, though she really hadn't had time to take in the sight as a whole, considering she had been dealing with Shego, Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan all at once. Now that she had a chance to just gaze at it, not a care in the world, she found the sight incredibly breathtaking. Gazing skyward from the entrance to the restaurant, she marveled at how something so frail looking could have stood for so many years, with millions of visitors a year. Based on four legs, they met far above her head, in a complex pattern of steel. From where she stood, she could see right up the middle, all the way up to the second level, where she could barely make out the occasional visitor looking down at them on the ground.
"We are seriously going to have dinner here? Don't they take months to get the reservations?"
Ron just grinned, his arm wrapped around Kim's waist. "Nothing the Ron-man couldn't handle." Kim turned to look at him, a little skeptical. "All right, so Wade helped, but it was my idea."
"It was a badical idea. So, where is the restaurant?"
Ron pointed over to a very short line over to the side. "It's on the second floor, just up that private elevator."
He took her hand, leading her over, and within moments, stood looking out over the very strange looking restaurant. Due to the space limits, the restaurant was laid out all over the place, with support beams and such running through the place. Despite that, the atmosphere of the room just screamed romantic, and Kim gave Ron's hand a squeeze as she gazed over the room.
"Ron, this is so beyond badical."
A thin, older man in a suit approached the two teens, nodding to them. "Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, bienvenue à Le Jules Verne. Est-ce que je peux vous escorter à votre table?(2)"
Ron just smiled, understanding almost nothing offhand, but catching the jist of it. "Oui oui!(3)"
Ron presented his arm to Kim, and she interlaced her own with his. The maitre de escorted them to a small table by the window, and held out Kim's chair for her. Before departing, he lit the candle at their table, and their small corner was lit just right, the ambient glow of the flame causing Ron's eyes to sparkle as he smiled at her.
"Ron, have I told you how much I love you?"
Ron reached across the table, taking her hand, and gently stroking his thunb over the top of her hand. "Well, I think you said it a few dozen times today, but it never hurts to hear it again."
Kim leaned across the table, and Ron did the same. Just as their lips were about to meet though, a small cough off to the side gave them pause. They pulled away slowly, smiling sheepishly at the waiter who stood waiting for them.
The waiter just smiled, having seen that look hundreds of times in his line of work. Excusez-moi monsieur et Madame, pour l'interruption. Vous aiment commander quelque chose du vin énumèrent?(4)
Ron stared back at him blankly, before grabbing his arm, pulling him slightly out of earshot of Kim. "Dude, do you speak English?"
The waiter paused a moment, before shaking his head. "Non monsieur."
Ron rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, wondering what to do. "Man… um… Apportez… umm… moi le bon vin?(5)"
The waiter gave a small smirk. "Oui monsieur."
Ron sat back down, and Kim looked to him questioningly. "Everything all right Ron?"
"No problem KP, just ordering us some wine."
Kim's eyes widened, and she looked around the room. "Ron, we're just seventeen, we're not allowed to drink. Besides, I don't think Dad would like us abusing his trust like that."
"KP, it's all right. I checked on it already, it's legal here. Besides, I was just thinking of having a glass each, nothing more than you get when you go to Temple with me, or like at Cousin Reubins wedding."
Kim frowned slightly, but gave in. "I guess that's all right. Though if it tastes as gorchy as the stuff we had…"
"Well, it is an acquired taste."
The waiter quickly brought their drinks, and presented the pair with menus. Ron opened his, and his eyes went wide. His jaw worked soundlessly as he took in the prices, but managed to hide it from Kim when he looked up. "You mind if I order KP?"
Kim smiled as she put down the menu. "Go right ahead Ron."
He looked over the menu, trying to place some of the items with what he had seen in his book. Finally, after a couple moments, he turned to the waiter. "Umm… vous et huîtres crues and… cuisses de grenouilles(6)… that's chicken right, cause cuisses is legs, isn't it?"
Kim shrugged, and Ron just handed the menus back. As they waited, the two of them began to talk of everything they wanted to see while on vacation, and where they still planned to go. Rather quickly though, their food was brought to them, and Ron looked down at the plates in confusion. The chicken looked fine, though incredibly scrawny compared to what they got back in the States. It was the raw oysters sitting on the plate, looking all gelatiny and wobbly, that made him go a little green. "Umm… these aren't cooked dude?"
The waiter looked at him confused. "Pardon?"
"Does anyone speak English?"
A diner at the next table leaned over, smiling broadly. "I speak some English, but not so good. I help."
Ron sighed with relief. "Thanks dude. I was just wondering why these are raw, we ordered cooked."
The patron nodded, and the conversation between the two was quick and impossible to follow. After a moment, the patron and the waiter shared a smile, and turned back to Ron. "You said you wanted crues, which means raw. What you wanted was cru, which means cooked."
Ron just stared back blankly, not really catching the distinction. Finally, giving up on trying to detect the difference, he turned back to the other plate. "Well, at least the chicken smells good." He grabbed one of the small legs, and bit into it hungrily. "Yup, this is good chicken. A little on the small side though."
The patron broke out into a huge grin, and then started laughing quite loudly. Others looked to him, and he quickly explained in French, which soon had most of the restaurant laughing.
Ron just glared back. "Dude, what's your damage?"
"I am sorry, but that is not chicken. That is, how you say… umm…" The man froze for a moment, failing to come up with the word, when his eyes lit up. Puffing out his cheeks, he began croaking. It only took a second for Ron to understand.
"Oh man KP," Ron's face was turning quite green now, "I don't… oh man…"
Ron rushed quickly to the bathroom. Kim just took one of the legs herself, trying it out. "Hmm… not bad."
Ron returned shortly thereafter, a little green still tinging his face. Kim just smiled back. "Really Ron, you should give them a chance, they're really quite good. It does taste a lot like chicken."
"Sorry KP, but I just don't know if I could eat frogs… all slimy… and hopping… and they eat bugs! Bugs KP!" Ron ignored Kim's eye roll, as he picked up the leg he had already bitten into. "Maybe Rufus would like one though, I don't think he's eaten much today."
Ron brought a fresh leg down to his pocket, where Rufus had to hide during dinner. "Hey little buddy, want something to… KP… Rufus isn't in my pocket."
Kim froze in her eating, looking around the floor near their table. "Where could he have gone, he couldn't have gotten far. After all…"
A loud crash emanated from the kitchen, and the door flew open. A rather large man in an apron, wielding a large knife, was glaring down at the floor frantically. "Diable est-il celui?(7)"
Patrons screamed, jumping up into their chairs, as a small, pink blur shot past them on the floor. A moment later, Rufus scampered back into Ron's pocket, breathing heavily, but with a satisfied grin on his face as he clutched the small piece of cheese in his tiny little paws. Ron just looked over at the waiter, gesturing quickly. "Cheque please!"
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Kim and Ron stood on the railing of the second level, looking out on the setting sun. Ron frowned, despite the picturesque scene before him, one hand tucked into his pocket, his fist clenching reflexively for strength. "Sorry about dinner KP, I didn't mean to ruin it like that."
Kim looked over, and saw the almost desperate look in his eyes. She quickly took his hand in hers, her other hand moving up to trace a line along his jaw. The entire time, she smiled serenely. "Ron, it was no big. Just being up here with you, that's all I could ever want. Besides," Kim gave a sidelong glance, grinning almost evilly, "I can think of a number of ways for you to make it up to me."
Ron's smile broadened, and he leaned in closer. "Really? Does it involve some… close, personal attention?"
Kim seemed to ponder that a moment, before leaning in closer herself, their lips just a hairsbreadth apart, her voice a whisper. "I think something like that could be arranged."
Both teens jumped as their reverie was disturbed by a sudden flash of light. Kim's eyes widened, as the lights on the Tower activated, and both of them stood in awe as the entire city of Paris seemed to light up at once. Kim smile broadened when she felt Ron take both her hands, and they stood there for a few moments, just enjoying the sight.
Finally, Ron turned to look at Kim, marveling at how the light just seemed to accentuate how beautiful she looked. "KP… Kim…"
Kim looked over, and could see the shy smile on his face. "Yes Ron?"
Ron swallowed deeply, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her. "KP, I am so unbelievably lucky to have you in my life. You've always been there for me, whenever I needed you. You are everything to me! I love you with all of my heart and soul. KP… Kim… I…"
"What are you two losers doing here?"
Kim's eyes widened as she turned quickly, all trace of the serene gone from Kim's expression. Ron just hung his head and sighed. "Hello BonBon, great timing."
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Author's Notes – Hope you enjoyed this little trip through the French language. And remember… double-check before you order in another language. lol
French Translations –
(1) - How long wait to get through in?
(2) - Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, welcome to The Jules Verne. May I escort you to your table?
(3) - Yes yes!
(4) - Excuse me sir and madam, for the interruption. Would you like to order something from the wine list?
(5) - Bring me wine good?
(6) - you and raw Oysters and frogs legs
(7) - What the hell is that?