Hey gang! Wowie, this story is too fun to write! Here's a second helping, have a taste, clean yer plate or no scooby snacks! Thanks to all who reviewed the first chappie, your kind words were too cool. That's from both ivymae457 and myself.
Anyhows, FYI, soon a story is going to be out, entitlted 'The Darkness Within', it's a project work with chappies by some of my favorite KP authors; MrDrP, G-Go, Zaratan, captainkodak1, WesUAH, and myself. We're hoping to knock yer socks off! Keep an eye peeled. (That just sounds gross...)
But for now, read on... THANKS!
Possible Home, November 1st, 2005
Ron lay on a lounge chair, poolside, watching KP as she swam laps in the crystal blue water. He loved to watch her move, her lean form stretching, hair dragging behind her to the small of her back. Watching her legs kick, the sharp scissor motion, the edges of her smallish bikini bottoms rising, was pure enjoyment for Ron. He smiled to himself, musing.
'KP would kick my biscuit if she knew the real reason I stay on the cheer team…' he thought, smirking loutishly.
Kim swam up to the shallow end, began walking up the steps out. Water beaded on her stunning frame, body curving delightfully as she raised her arms, smoothing excess water out of her crimson hair.
'In the dictionary, they oughta just put a picture of KP's tummy next to Innie: …' he mused.
She moved his way, smiling, her perfect grin lighting his lions aflame. Looking down at him, she opened her pouty mouth, surly to tell him just how much she –
"RON!"
The young blonde opened his eyes, finding himself in a worried Kim's embrace, his head in her lap, his body on the floor in the Possible's entryway.
"What… what happened? Last thing I remember, I was at the door; I mean me, but older… and built…" He asked.
"Booyah!" came from behind Mr. Dr. P. Adult Ron peeked around, having stood back while Kim revived Ronny, so he wouldn't shock him again.
"Hey you, or me, or whatever! You saw what you saw, so just take some deep breaths until…what?" Older Ron asked, noting his younger self staring at him.
"I do get ripped! So cool!" shot young Ron, smiling. "I'm a bad boy!"
"Yeah, coolie-o, isn't it? You start working out with Kim after…" Adult Ron noticed Mr. Dr. P. staring at him, and KP looking from the Ron in her arms to the older Ron standing before her. They both wore looks of possible disbelief.
"Let's move into the kitchen, I'll explain everything… or least what I know." He offered.
"Hang on, Mr. Stoppable, or whoever you are. I've dealt with fake boys before, so you just stay put until I have Wade scan you." Kim stated.
Mrs. Dr. P. and the Tweebs came from the kitchen, Rufus riding Jims shoulder.
"What's going… oh my goodness, is that who I think it is?" Anne Possible gasped. The Tweebs stared in unusual stunned silence.
"We don't know yet Mom, I'm gonna get Wade to scan his DNA…" Kim started.
"Hnk, RON!" Rufus squealed, pointing at adult Ron. "Hep, Big Ron!"
The little guy jumped off Jim, scurrying over to the newcomer, and promptly ran up his pant leg. Stopping at the shoulder, Rufus did some sniffing, and seemed satisfied. He scampered up on top of Ron's head, and began rooting in his wet hair near the back of his head.
Suddenly, he popped up, little black eyes wide, and stared down at Kim. His paw pointed from the Ron she was holding to the Ron he was standing on.
"Yeah, same!" He said, nodding. "Two Ron's!"
"Are you sure Rufus?" Kim wondered. She trusted the little guy, but…
"Hnk, Yeah!" He answered. "Smell right!"
Rufus pointed to the top of adult Ron's head. "Scar!"
"Yeah, its right here KP…" young Ron said, his finger touching a spot on the top of his melon. "… got it at Camp Wannaweep."
"Which is a land of nightmares!" adult Ron said.
"You said it… or did I?." young Ron answered, confused.
"Well, I'm still gonna have Wade scan you…" Kim said, giving in slightly. Beyond the weirdness, amid the chaos, her primal self liked what she saw standing before her. Ron, a little taller, mannishness mixing with child-like wonder in his face. His hair was a little longer, his sideburns too, and the wet tee shirt was… spankin'.
She closed her minds eye, clearing it. Best not to be all twitterpated right now.
"That's my Kimmie! Always so… perfect!" adult Ron smiled. "And a little bit bossy… me like…"
"I am not bossy…" Kim admonished.
"Are too, sometimes…" young Ron agreed with himself. "…but yeah, it's OK…"
"Humph." Kim grunted, now almost convinced that this was an older version of her Ron. Stranger things had happened to them.
"Whatever, Ron. And… Ron. Lets go to the kitchen, where I can scan you, and you can tell us your story."
"WAIT!" Mr. Dr. P. cried, seeming to wake up from a deep trance. He had been awfully quiet. He looked at adult Ron.
"Why did you call me… DAD?"
The Possible Kitchen…
"…yeah, it's Ron's DNA. And the retinal scans match, along with the fingerprints. It's Ron, about 28 I would guess." Wade said, Kim talking with him via the Kimmunicator. She had sent him the scan data, and Wade came through.
"Yep. 28 is right Wade-man! Good guess." adult Ron laughed. "Oh, and hey, you get a growth spurt in about two years. Don't worry about mackin' the ladies…"
"Really?" Wade smiled. "Cool. Anyway, call me if you need me Kim. Bye Rons. Wade out."
Mrs. Dr. P. came walking in, a tee shirt in one hand, a stack of towels in the other. She gave all but one towel to Jim and Tim, who were ping-ponging curious looks from one Ron to the other.
"Boys, go wipe up the water in the foyer…" Mrs. Possible stated.
"Aw, Mom, we wanna –
look at old Ron some more." they twinned, whining.
"Go." She commanded. She handed the last towel to adult Ron, and set the shirt on the countertop. "Here, Ronald, dry off before you catch cold. And here's one of Mr. Possible's undershirts for you."
"Thanks Mrs. Possible. Ya know, you don't change at all, you look the same as you do now back in the future." smiled Ron, laying it on thick.
Mrs. Possible smiled graciously. Kim just rolled her eyes.
Ron towel dried his hair off, then stripped off his wet shirt. Both Kim and her Mother noticed the changes Ron had through becoming an adult. As did young Ron, noting the ladies appreciative glances and Kim's deep blush.
"I know this is sick and wrong; no, wrong-sick, but I am sooo jealous of myself…" he crowed. "Man, I get way hairy on my tummy.
When do I start working out?"
Kim watched as adult Ron grabbed her Dad's tee shirt, noticing the way he had a solid Bruce Lee type body. She felt extremely awkweird again, but also felt a tingle at her center.
"…tomorrow, you start tomorrow…" she breathed, not realizing she was thinking out loud.
Adult Ron laughed, pulling the tee shirt on. "Well, I don't know how much I should tell you about the future, but I guess I already slipped up when I said hello. I… we… ah, you pop the big one to KP in her senior year of college."
He turned to Kim. "You say yes, thank God."
"Booyah!" young Ron cried, smiling to beat the band. Kim giggled, looking from Ron to Ron.
"Unbelievable…" sighed Mrs. Possible, smiling.
"I can't even conceptualize that…" moaned Mr. Possible, grim.
Adult Ron grinned. "Actually, Mr. Dr. P, when I came to ask for your blessing, you were all about it. I mean, Kim and I dated for about seven years, and I think you knew it was coming…"
Mr. Dr. P just stared off into space, bewildered.
"Anyways…" adult Ron continued, "… you start working out with KP after you get back from Yamanouchi. You spend the senior summer of high school there. After you get back, you and KP workout and spar all through college."
"I go to college?" young Ron asked.
"Yep. Culinary degree from Up-U. Not just a two year, either; I'm a 'Master Chef' with a Bachelors. Took me five years, but I did it. …you wouldn't have done it, but Kim pushes you to be the best you can be. Listen to her, she knows what's good for you. Except for haircuts."
"I tell him that all the time…" shot Kim, "… but he's so stubborn."
She turned to young Ron. "See? Listen to yourself."
Young Ron rolled his eyes. "Dude, you already look better than me. Don't make it any worse…"
Adult Ron grinned. "Don't worry; you guys… learn things at Yamanouchi. You finish most of college on your own, but KP keeps you from backsliding."
"We learn things? We go to Yamanouchi?" Kim asked; her eyebrows arched. "Yeah. But I'm not gonna tell you anymore about that. You'll have to… live it." Adult Ron stated. He noticed Kim begin the puppy dog pout, trying to weasel it out of him.
"Sorry, KP, but I've built up mental defenses to the PDP. Besides, your not my KP… yet." He smiled.
"Darn…" she moaned, "… I hate not knowing."
"Sorry. Anyways, enough about the past. You may learn more, but I don't want to mess up time, and like, cease to exist or something. Besides, I need you guys help. There is a reason why I'm here…"
"Yeah, why are you here…" young Ron wondered.
"Well, Ron my self, that's a tale…" adult Ron replied, his serious face arriving.
November 1st, 2016, The Stoppable Home
Ron pulled into the driveway at Kim and his home, in a neighborhood about ten miles from where they grew up. Middleton had been a great place to grow up, and would be again.
Kim was inside, nine months pregnant, ready to pop any day now. She was waiting, no doubt, for him to return with the groceries, and fix dinner.
Ron laughed to himself. 'KP sure can pack it away. I guess having a little Rondo or Ron-ette in your belly makes you extra hungry.'
He shut the hover car off, grabbed the bags, and headed up the walk to his front door. He paused, trying to arrange his packages so he could unlock the door. As he found the remote for the house security system, his eyes caught a crack in the door. It was already open.
'Even if the security system was down, Kim wouldn't leave the door open. It's November, in Colorado, and it's cold.'
Ron put the bags down softly, and slowly pushed the door open. Walking into the house in ninja mode, looking around. Right off, he saw signs of a struggle in the sitting room.
Ron's face went dark. Nobody messed with his home, or his wife. Especially when she was with child. He concentrated, letting his training take over. His breathing stopped so his ears could pick up every little thing.
He didn't know for sure how bad this was, but his 'monkey spot' at the small of his back was itching, and that was never a good sign.
Suddenly, from upstairs, he heard a shuffle. It came either from He and Kim's bedroom, or from their home dojo, rooms opposite each other at the end of the upstairs hall.
He stole up the stairs, nary a sound being made by his footfalls.
Low light came from the dojo. He lurched down the hall, monkey ninja style. Entering, his heart flash froze at the sight.
Monkey Fist.
The mutated man had his KP, bound and gagged. She looked unconscious. Ron controlled his anger, taking in all he could. He'd only have a second before Fist's animal senses discovered him.
The villain had the Lotus blade strapped to his back, and two weird looking scepters Ron had never seen before tucked into the straps of his gi. One arm held Kim around her bosom, and the other hand held his most treasured possession, after Kim's love.
The Mystical Monkey Crown.
At this point in his storytelling, Ron did not pause. Team Possible did not yet know about the Crown, or it's unbelievable power. Remembering what a shock it was back when Sensei had presented it to him, when he had learned his true destiny. No way he was telling his young self. He hoped neither teen asked.
Monkey Fist turned, spying Ron.
"Ah, Buffoon! Too late, imposture, I have come to claim what is mine! And to insure my escape, I'm taking your precious Kim Possible, heavy with child, your child, along for the ride!"
Freakish gales of high-pitched evil monkey laughter followed. The crown began to glow Monkey Power blue, and Fist and KP seemed to… dim.
"Her names Kim Stoppable now, freak! Shame, you were always good with names. Must be old age…"
Ron, quick like lightning, jumped to the madman, one hand on his throat, the other grasping one side of the Crown.
"And you're going nowhere, least not without me!" he growled, his own Mystical Monkey Power manifesting.
The room disappeared, a void of nothing and everything taking its place…
Back in the Possible Kitchen, Present day…"… apparently, Monkey Fist used the Mystical Monkey Power to travel back in time, to this time, for some reason." adult Ron finished, pausing to take a swig off the glass of milk Mrs. Dr. P had gotten for him mid-tale.
"I don't know why, maybe something to do with those two scepters he had tucked in his belt. I came with him, but somewhere along the time-stream, I lost my grip on the Monkey Cr- … him. He's here, this now, I can… feel my KP, out there."
Ron looked at young Team Possible, crestfallen.
"We have to find her…"
end - Monkey Crown? Huh? Monkey Spot? Wha? As if I know; don't look at me that way... THANKS!