A/N: Every once in a great while, a story will take on a mind of it's own and go off on a tangent. This happened last night when I had an epiphany. So half the twelve chapters I had written for this story are changed or gone. That's the main reason I don't post stories until they are complete. This is a continuation of my story "Her Mission."

Disclaimer: I don't own, Disney does. I borrow, They don't pay. Seems fair to me.

Chapter 2 The Ride

Kim Possible pulled the scrunchy out of her ponytail and let her hair fall down naturally. She did her hair flippy thing, but didn't feel like striking a pose. (She liked the whole hair flippy/pose thing. Flip the hair, strike a pose with hands on hips, a big smile and blink twice with a tinny piano noise thrown in.) Now, she was just too tired. She leaned into Ron's shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist. It felt just right to her. Kim closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. "Ron, what did Dr. Director say to you?"

"She said she already knew about the wedding date. You think she might have our rooms wired?" he asked quizzically,

Kim perked up a little, then settled back into his embrace. "I doubt it. She was talking to Wade. Maybe he told her. What did she say about Drakken?"

Ron's mood darkened. "You don't want to know." He gave her a little squeeze. His signal to let the subject drop. She decided she didn't want to know anyway.

The G.J. pilot came wobbling down the aisle, grabbing hand holds wherever he could. "We're about three hours out of Middleton, but it's going to be a little rough. Bad air all the way. Sorry we couldn't give you a smoother flight."

"That O.K. Major Grandness. I have a great cushion to smooth it all out." Kim patted Ron's chest and he beamed. They hit a huge air pocket and the plane dipped a good four feet. Kim smiled up at the Major. "See what I mean?"

The major grinned and headed back to the cockpit. Ron turned his head a little, kissed Kim on the forehead, and whispered in her ear, "It might be good for you, but when you bounce like that, your head feels like a bowling ball hitting my chest."

Kim slapped him playfully. "What if I lay out on the bench. How do you think a bowling ball would feel landing in your lap?"

Ron's eyes went wide and he developed a facial tic. "Owww, that might be painful. I think I'd rather have my chest black and blue tomorrow."

Kim, half asleep, murmured, "I'll kiss it and make it better."

Ron thought about it for a moment. His eye's widened and an evil grin spread across his face. He opened his mouth, then thought better. "No," he thought, "we decided we weren't ready for that yet. Although... No, I won't say it. Even as a joke."

Ron noticed Kim had fallen asleep. He decided to meditate the rest of the flight. Slowly, so as not to wake her, he crossed his legs into the Lotus position and closed his eyes. A faint blue aura enveloped both he and Kim. Imperceptibly, they both started to float an inch off the seats.

Just short of three hours later, Ron let out a long slow breath. They settled onto their seats as the blue glow faded. He opened his eyes as the Major came walking back up the aisle. "Hi Major." Ron greeted him as he nudged Kim awake. "What's up?"

"Just want to inform you we're ten minutes from landing." The Major smiled. "Hope the rough flight wasn't a bone breaker."

Kim stretched and yawned. "Was it bumpy? I slept the whole way and didn't feel a thing."

Ron smiled. "We be good, Major. Thanks for the ride."

Major Grandness turned and walked back to the cockpit. "This ones on Dr. Director. An early wedding present."

Kim, startled, shot up in her seat. "Maybe G.J. does have our rooms bugged."