Disclaimer: Walt Disney Company owns the characters, places and circumstances of the show named Kim Possible. I use them to write my own stories without their consent or remuneration.

A/N: It's the summer after Kim and Ron graduated from Middleton High. I've put them through quite a bit so I think they need a little quiet training time at Yamanouchi. Perhaps I might throw in a Prophesy or ten.

Chapter 3 Arrival

Kim laid back in the bed, arms folded behind her head. "Wow, I mean that was... Wow!" she enthused.

Ron followed suit by laying back and exclaimed, "Yeah! Wow says it all." He partially rolled onto Kim. "I know you don't remember but I think this time was better than the first time we did it."

"Really," Kim queried. "If third base is this good I can hardly wait for our wedding night when we'll actually..." she blushed, "consummate our relationship." She doodled a finger on Ron's chest.

"Would you like to do it again?" Ron asked tentatively and gave her a peck on the lips. "We spent most of our flight time in the bedroom during our little excursion chasing Wade's villain." He blushed a little and grinned. "If you want to go again, I'm game."

"As much as I want to spend the rest of my life cuddling with you," Kim pushed Ron off her and to one side, "I think I'd better take this in moderation." She curled up behind him and closed her eyes. "Right now I think I'd like to just snuggle and get a little sleep."

"You're right KP," Ron said smiling his trademark goofy grin. He reached over to the night stand and pushed the intercom button. "Autopilot, we're going to get some Zs. Please wake us one hour before landing."

"Very good Sir. Flight time remaining is seven hours seventeen minutes," the automated machine intoned. "And what are my instructions as to Master Rufus? He's sleeping at the present."

"Very good," Ron chimed. "Make sure he's comfy but don't feed him anymore. Tell him we'll have something to eat when we wake up." Ron turned off the intercom, spooned back into Kim's embrace and fell asleep.

Kim awoke to a marvelous smell. She closed her eyes tighter and inhaled again, "Um, Bacon!" she moaned.

"Hey KP, better get up before Rufus eats it all," called Ron, dressed in a robe and white socks. Kim opened her eyes. Ron was standing at the stove flipping something in a pan. Rufus was busy licking a plate on the table that had extended from the wall along with bench seating.

Kim stretched, stood and got a robe from the closet. As she approached the table she said, "I smell bacon."

"And strawberry pancakes and eggs," Ron chimed. "If you want syrup it's in the fridge. Fresh squeezed orange juice too."

Kim opened the refrigerator, grabbed the carafe of OJ and returned to the table. "Glasses?"

"In the cupboard above the table," he said, expertly flipping the three pancakes sizzling in the pan with one hand. He flipped them one more time then slid them along side the eggs and bacon on a plate. With a graceful pirouette he placed the plate in front of Kim who had sat down on the bench. "Your repast, M'Lady." Ron gave Kim a little peck on the lips.

"Thank you Ron," Kim sang. "but where's yours?"

Ron poured batter into the pan. "My pancakes will be ready in a minute or two. Go ahead and dig in while yours are hot."

He looked over at Rufus who was holding his plate in the air. "More!" the naked mole rat squealed.

Ron shook his head. "Rufus, you've already had your breakfast. Go get cleaned up. We'll be landing in a half hour." Rufus jumped off the table and scampered into the bathroom through a mole rat sized doggy door.

Kim choked a little on a mouthful of delicious strawberry pancakes. "A half hour? I thought you told the autopilot to wake us when we were an hour out."

"He he he," Ron laughed in slight embarrassment. "I sorta woke up just before the pilot was going to call us and canceled the wake up. You look so cute when you're sleeping I decided to let you be." Ron took his plate of eggs and bacon out of the holding oven, plated his pancakes and sat opposite her.

Kim leaned across the tiny table and kissed Ron. "Thank you for the compliment and for letting me sleep." She sat back down and took a bite of bacon. Groaning in pleasure she said, "Your bacon is perfect, as always." Ron only nodded since he had a mouthful of eggs. "So, can we land at the school or do we have to walk?"

Ron thought for a moment as he finished chewing his mouthful food. As with everything else, his manners had improved greatly. "There's a secret ninja landing pad at the school but it's usually occupied by their secret ninja chopper. There's a clearing about a quarter of the way up the mountain where we'll land, but we won't have to hoof it."

"What do you mean?"

Ron smirked wickedly, "You'll see."

Forty minutes later Ron walked back into the room. "O.K., Kim. The autopilot is put to bed and the stealth mode is engaged. Are you ready to go?"

"I'll be ready in a minute," she called through the open bathroom door. "I'm just brushing my hair."

Ron was just opening his mouth to say something when a hair brush came flying out of through the bathroom door and clunked him on the head. "Ow," he yelped, rubbing the wounded area. "What was that for!"

"I do remember some of our time in Rio," Kim said, poking her head out of the bathroom door. "You were about to say something about the man always waiting for the woman to get ready!"

"You know me too well, Oh Kim of My Life," Ron sighed and tossed the brush back to her. He opened a hatch in the middle of the small room. "I'll be down in the cargo area getting things ready. Come on down when you're dressed." Ron dropped the two suitcases into the hold and jumped through the hatch.

"I'll be right down," Kim sang as she tied her hair into a ponytail.

Ron flipped on a light switch, picked up the bags and walked to the rear of the compartment. He started to release the straps that secured the two mountain bikes for the flight. Kim dropped through the hatch and approached him. "Why are we down here?" she queried as her eyes adapted to the dim lighting.

"We're down here for these," Ron said proudly as he hopped on one of the bikes. "You like?"

Kim folded her arms and frowned. "Very nice, but I'd prefer to walk."

"KP, I've hiked up this mountain too many time." Ron whined, "I want to ride up just once." He got off the bike and put his arms around Kim's waist. "Besides, when we go into town we'll need transportation. This way we can spend less time getting there and more time shopping."

Kim wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. "Where do you come up with your logic?"

"Hey, I had to think up some rationale to buy the bikes," he said. "And I got us matching leather pants and jackets," he sang. "We don't need to wear them on this ride but they'll look so cool when we ride into Tokyo."

Kim gave him a peck on the lips. "Well, your reasons are very reasonable." She slipped from the embrace and examined one of the bikes. "So, anything special about these bad boys?"

"They're your standard two fifty cc motor bikes with one special feature," Ron grinned. "If you press this button all noise is suppressed for up to ten minutes. After that, the compression in the exhaust system will back-up and cause the engine to seize."

"Wade?"

"Yep," Ron said nodding. "He's working on a way to increase the noise suppression time. He figures we could use them on a mission to sneak up on the bad guy's lair."

"Sweet!" Kim chimed. "Well, if we're going to use them on missions, I suppose I should get use to riding." She straddled one of the bikes and ran a hand across the handlebars. She gripped the throttle with her right hand. "Throttle and front brake on the right, clutch on the left."

"That's right," Ron said seriously. "Your left foot controls the rear brake and right foot shifts the gears. Try not to jam on the front brake if you're going really fast."

"Why's that?"

"Cause you'll be thrown over the front of the bike and end up with a face full of gravel or pavement and a nasty case of road rash." Ron grimaced at the thought.

"Alrighty then," a determined Kim chimed. "Let's load em up and move em out."

Ron walked over to a cabinet at the side of the compartment. "Just let me get a couple of bungee cords to secure our luggage and we'll be on our way." He strapped their suitcases to the seats and hopped on the other bike grabbing the helmet that was sitting on a backpack strapped to the gas tank. "The helmets have a two-way radio in em so we can talk to each other. The mics are voice activated. You can listen to music too. The remote for your player is installed next to the tachometer."

Kim strapped her helmet on and kick started the bike. She paged through the music list and said to Ron, "You've already downloaded the player with The Bravos and The O Boyz, two of my favorite groups. When did you get a chance to get all this done?"

"I pulled an all nighter last week," he said while adjusting his helmet strap. "The hard part was borrowing your CDs without you knowing about it." Ron started his bike and hit a button on the wall. A ramp folded down to the ground. "Shall we play follow the leader?"

"No," Kim said firmly, "but you can lead the way. Just don't go too fast and leave me behind."

Ron descended down the ramp followed by Kim. He went about twenty yards, stopped and turned around. Kim pulled beside him and looked over her shoulder. "Remember where we parked. I'm not sure if I can find this place again," he said to her. He pulled a remote out of his pocket to close the ramp.

After the door had closed Kim scanned the glen. It looked perfectly normal except for the absence of a jet that should be sitting behind her. "Very nice," she said smiling. "The stealth mode works great. Remind me to compliment Wade the next time we talk to him."

"Oh, it's not Wade's work," Ron said over the two way.

"Really?" Kim said in surprise. "Who did?" Kim couldn't see Ron's mouth behind the full face helmet but could guess by his eyes that he was in full smirk mode. She shuddered. "Noooo! Not the..."

"Yep," Ron clipped off her sentence, "your brothers Jim and Tim. Wade tweaked it a little but it was the twins design."

"Great!" Kim said, shaking her head. She shrugged. "Well, let's get started." Ron gunned his engine a couple of times, then popped the clutch and pulled a wheelie. "Ron!" Kim yelled at him.

Ron let up on the throttle and the front wheel eased back on the ground. "Sorry," Ron sing-songed. "I get carried away sometimes, especially with my new toys."

Kim grinned to herself. "I know, I know," she thought. "Just take it easy or your pain will come back. The mountain path is rough enough without you making it worse by going fast and showing off to someone who already likes you... a lot!"

"You're right," Ron conceded. He dropped down to first gear and slowly proceeded up the trail.

Four hours later they approached a beautiful waterfall. Ron stopped and took off his helmet. Kim skidded to a halt beside him and removed hers. "Finally," Kim sighed and stretched her arms. "I thought we'd never get here."

Ron dismounted his bike and stretched his whole body. "Yeah. That path seems a lot narrower than I remember. I'm glad you were behind me, though. The thought of you back there made me take it a little slower than I would have if I'd been a lone." He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Shall we test the silent mode when we go over the bridge?"

"If you want to," Kim smirked, "this is your mission Ron. I'm just along for the ride and maybe get in a good sparring match or two."

"Our mission Kim," Ron corrected her. "We are a team and this is for both of us." His goofy grinned appeared. "And I'm sure you'll find a worthy opponent to give you a proper workout."

He quickly started the bike, revving the engine to cut off any response. He pushed a button on the handlebars and the only sound Kim could hear was the slight roar of the water cascading fifty yards in front of her. "He's right, it is our mission. I gotta stop doing that." Kim thought to herself. "I keep trying to build up his confidence and I don't need to anymore." She smiled broadly at Ron who was fiddling with something near the engine. "He's got all the confidence he needs now." She started her bike and hit the button on the handlebar marked 'Silent.'She felt the slight rumble of the machine between her legs but couldn't hear it.

Ron strapped his helmet to the backpack on the gas tank, hopped onto the seat of his machine and popped it into gear. They both got a bit wet going under the falls to the secret tunnel, but neither cared much, it felt good after the long hard ride.

As they neared the end of the bridge Ron spotted two people, Sensei and Yori, waiting for them. Ron finished the last twenty feet of the skyway with a wheelie that ended with a half donut. Kim slowly stood on the pegs, kicked the stand down and turned off the engine before letting the bike come to a halt. She flipped off the bike backwards and landed next to Ron. Ron dismounted and, taking Kim's hand in his, walked to the two ninja masters.

Sensei bowed deeply, "Greetings, Warrior Heroes. We are most honored by your presents."

"Yes," Yori said as she bowed. "You are both most welcome to our humble school."

Ron and Kim returned the honor. "Master Sensei, you are most gracious to host our meager selves," Ron sincerely stated.

"Yes," Kim added, "we are extremely grateful for your hospitality."

Yori smiled. "Stoppable-san, Possible-san. It is very good to see you again. How was your trip?"

"Yoi, Yori-san," Ron answered, "very good. And please call us Ron-san and Kim-san."

"As you wish Ron-san." Yori bowed again then gave him a big hug. "It is a great honor to call you both tomodachi."

Kim looked slightly puzzled, then the proverbial light bulb went off over her head. "Hai! We are truly friends." Kim approached the slightly taller raven haired woman and gave her a small hug. "As long as you don't have any more aspirations towards Ron-kun."

"KP," Ron chided his partner and fiancé. "I thought you said you wouldn't go all green-eyed jeal with Yori."

"I'm not," Kim pleaded. "I just want to be sure the crush has ended."

Yori hugged Kim and whispered in her ear, "It is over, as long as your crush with Hirotaka is over as well."

"Touché!" Kim whispered back before breaking from the embrace.

A wicked smirk flitted across Sensei's face before serenity returned. "If the verbal sparring match is over, perhaps you would like some refreshments. I am sure the ride up the mountain was most arduous."

"We humbly accept you offer," both Ron and Kim said with another bow.