Well, decided to make this the last chapter. A special thanks goes out ALL those who have reviewed. Especially momike and Ranchero D. Thanks for sticking with it, guys.

Disclaimer: Do I own the characters involved within this little tale? Sadly, no. (Although I did make up the lawyer's name)

Chapter 8

Ron's only reaction was to take the papers with his jaw figuratively sitting on the concrete driveway. This was the last thing he had ever expected to happen. He stood there for nearly 5 minutes, with Kim repeating his name into his ear before finally snapping out of his trance.

"Huh? Kim? Were you saying something?"

"Ron… I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Are you OK? Do you know what just happened?"

"I… I think so. I… need to sit down."

Kim led him into the house, and the two sat at the kitchen table. Kim continued to try and show Ron her support by being at his side, and the Possible parents kept themselves busy by getting Ron a snack and something to eat.

After he devoured the deli meat sandwich and chugged almost a half-gallon of chocolate milk, Ron was starting to come out of his shock of being sued. The phone rang, and Mrs. Possible answered.

"Hello, Possible residence… Yes, he's here… Sure, send him over… OK, I'll tell him. Bye Dean."

"Was that my Dad?" Ron asked wiping a chocolate milk mustache from his upper lip.

"Yes, it was. There's a gentleman coming over here to talk to you, Ron. It sounds very important. Jim? Would you let them use your den?"

"Sure, no problem. Just let me get a few things put away so they have some room." James went to the den and cleared a few things off his desk while everyone else sat at the table making idle conversation. Just as James walked out of his office, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." James said and opened the door to another man in a black suit and tie. The only difference was this mans suit had light pinstripes.

"I'm looking for Ronald Dean Stoppable?" The man said.

"That's me." Ron answered as he walked out of the kitchen into the entryway.

"My name is Edgar Fernstein. I'm a lawyer for Anthony North." He extended his hand and the two shook hands. "After his death, I was the first to be contacted by the authorities. I have some information for you about his Last Will and Testament. Can we speak in private?"

"I don't suppose I could have someone with me for support?" Ron asked, thinking he might be denied the request. Legal matters always seemed so strict when it came to rules.

"Well, the Will didn't restrict who could be with you when notified, but I prefer it be only one person." Ron took Kim's hand, who was standing by his side, and squeezed it gently. She looked at him with a smile, silently agreeing to be there for him.

"OK then."

"This way…" Mr. Possible said, and led the three of them into his office.

"You wouldn't happen to have a DVD player and TV in here, would you?" The lawyer asked.

"Right over here." James opened a panel in one of his cabinets, revealing a small TV and a DVD/VCR combo player.

"This shouldn't take long. The Video Will lasts only about five or ten minutes."

Twelve minutes later:

Kim and Ron stepped out of the office, each shaking hands with the lawyer, and thanking him profusely. The last thing the lawyer said to them was that now anyone else could watch the video. It was a matter of record, and Ron could do with it whatever he wished.

"Can I tell them Ron?"

"Sure KP. Go ahead." He replied with a big smile on his face.

"Mom, Dad… You guys are not going to believe this! Mr. North basically said that in the event of his death, if either Ron or I was in the vicinity, we should not be charged with any wrongdoing. He also has a video record of what happened to him in relation to the Suit Entity. That's going to help tremendously with Ron's defense against Bonnie's mother."

"Here's the kicker, Mr. and Mrs. P." Ron then said. "If and when Kim and I get married," The two teens blushed a bit at those words. "Mr. North bequeaths, is that the right word Kim?" She nodded yes. "He's giving us his entire estate to live on, and do with it whatever we see fit!"

The rest of the day was spent going over the legal packet that the lawyer had left with Ron. Both he and Kim had gone over to his house to tell his parents the news. Ron's Dad, who was also versed a little bit in legal matters, (being an Actuary and all) immediately took charge of all legal matters pertaining to the estate..

"Well, Ronald… it looks like everything is in order here. I'll put this packet in the safe deposit box with the papers for the Naco Royalties, and the documents concerning your song "The Naked Mole Rap." Before you turn 18, we need to have a serious talk about all this stuff you're going to be responsible for."

"I know Dad, I know."

"Now tell Kimberly good-night, and get some sleep. We have to be up early for the Preliminary hearing with the judge concerning Bonnie's death."

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The next day, in the Honorable Judge Morgan's office:

The small office contained the judge and four other individuals: Evelyn Rockwaller and her lawyer, and Ron and his Lawyer, who happened to be Edgar Fernstein. He had offered his services as a defense lawyer to Ron during their meeting the previous day.

The Honorable Judge Morgan started the meeting after all were settled. "This Preliminary Hearing is regarding the suit of Evelyn Rockwaller, who has charged Ronald Stoppable for the wrongful death of her daughter, Miss. Bonnie Rockwaller. I will determine if this charge is founded by any facts that you may present. Mrs. Rockwaller? What evidence do you have to support your charge?"

Evelyn's lawyer placed a thin envelope onto the desk in front of the judge, who picked it up and opened it, and glanced over the single sheet of paper. "Most of your list here contains information about a grudge that seemed to be between Mr. Stoppable's girlfriend, and your daughter. The only thing I see here that would be directly connected, and could be used in a court against him, is the fact a neighbor saw him enter your house on the night in question. This seems purely circumstantial, and it might not hold up in a full-blown trial." Evelyn looked as if she was about to say something. "I said MIGHT".

"Now…" The judge said as he turned towards Ron and his lawyer. "What do have for me showing Mr. Stoppable's defense?"

They had a bit more information for the judge.

After thumbing through the first 'BOX' of information for Ron, the judge picked up a list of character witnesses for him. That in itself was almost 10 pages. After leafing through and noticing some very influential and well-known names, the Judge leaned back and asked Ronald a simple question. "How old are you, Son?"

"Sixteen, sir. I'll be seventeen in 6 months."

"Well, in the State of Colorado you cannot be charged with murder until a person is 18. Another thing, the sheer volume of information here on facts in favor of Mr. Stoppable compared to the Rockwallers, is just simply amazing.

"It is my judgement that this suit is completely un-founded, and it shall not go any further than this room. Further more, this suit cannot be brought up ever again, or be re-examined."

Mrs. Rockwaller and her lawyer just sat there in stunned silence. Evelyn spoke in a small voice. "But how am I to get closure?"

"I believe I have a video that a close friend gave to me will answer many questions." Ron said.

The judge rose and spoke. "I hear by absolve all charges against Mr. Ronald Stoppable. You may go."

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The day was cold, and there was a slight drizzle falling from dark gray skies. A blonde boy dressed in a dark trench coat stood by the gravesite, and in his hands he held a single red rose. The small un-assuming headstone had a vase built into one side.

As he leaned over to place the flower into the stone vase, he heard footsteps coming up behind him, and suddenly the rain stopped falling on his head. He looked up, saw the umbrella, and then turned to the redhead who had stepped up by his side. She held the umbrella high and she wore the same type of trench coat he was.

Ron spoke in a low voice. "Death is but a doorway. We here on earth know not what is on the other side, but when we step across the threshold, it is the beginning of a new existence. I'm actually going to miss her, Kim."

"I know what you mean Ron. We had our differences, but in the end, nothing really matters."

"I beg to differ." Ron said, looking deep into her beautiful green eyes.

"How so?"

"It matters who you spend your life with. It matters who you love, and whom you chose to be with for the rest of your life. Without love, life is just as good as death. I just hope Bonnie had some love in her life."

"When did you get so wise Mr. Stoppable?" Kim asked, placing a hand on his chest, looking up into his baby brown eyes.

"I learned a few things at Yamanouchi. But you know what Kim?" He paused and gently kissed her forehead. "I think I'm learning the most about life and love being with you."

Ron turned and wrapped an arm around Kim's slim waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her slightly damp hair cascading down her back. As they walked away from Bonnie Rockwaller's grave, the rain started to come down harder, beating the freshly laid soil further into the ground. Small bits of grass had started to peek through the soil already showing life, where death had once again been laid to rest.

The end…

Well, hope y'all liked the ending. Hope it didn't seem too rushed.