BE,S 2: Training Table Blues

by cpneb

It’s chapters 9 and 10 in Story 2 of the Blue Eyes, Shining series. Chapter 9 is Fire Saving Blues. Chapter 10 is the epilogue: tying up some loose ends, and the lowering of the curtain on this story. Enjoy!

5. 5: 16 Kinds, and Pek Kwar Blues

Training Table Blues

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Company. All other characters can be blamed on the author (he, however, is not responsible for all of their actions at all times, being barely responsible for himself most of the time….).

This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work.

You can read this without reading the background stories, but I would highly recommend (shameless plug) Black Hole Deep, version 2.0 and BE, S 1: Blue Eyes, Shining. You'll enjoy this story even more, and this story will make more sense if it's read in context.

To everyone who has read thus far and continues to read and review: thank you: your reads and reviews continue to fuel me.

A/N Forward:

Question: If you're Wade and Joss, who do you train with, and what do you start with for training?

Answer: D'OI! You train with the best. And, that's why, with all seriousness, Kim and Ron surprise Wade and Joss with a Christmas present: they are going to get personal training from Team Possible: Kim/Wade and Ron/Joss.

Good news for Wade: he gets to spend personal, private time with Kim: sorry, Bad Wade is not allowed!

Bad news for Wade: it's time for his first lesson in 16 kinds of Kung Fu, and it's going to be a painful introduction….

Good news for Joss: she gets to spend personal, private time with Ron.

Bad news for Joss: Ron's going to introduce her to more Monkey Kung Fu that you can shake a big bunch of bananas at.

Oh, and by the way: Wade and Joss still don't know about Ron and Kim and the ring...but they find out, real soon!

The good, the bad, and the monkey in chapter five of Training Table Blues: 16 Kinds, and Pek Kwar Blues.

Thanks again for reading, and please review.

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Chapter 5: 16 Kinds, and Pek Kwar Blues.

(Information release authorized from the following sources:

· Archives and logs of Dr. A. Jocelyn Possible-Load;

· Archives and logs of Dr. Wade Load;

· Archives and logs of Dr. Kimberly Ann Possible-Stoppable

· Archives and logs of Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable, Esquire

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(Dr. A. Jocelyn Possible-Load)

(December 25 morning)

DING-DING-DI-DING!

The doorbell rang, and Betty and Slim and I all laughed, and Wade looked more than a bit peeved.

"Hey! It's different," was his response as he walked to the door, peeked out, and opened it.

"Where's that girlfriend of yours, Wade?" Kim called, and I got up and ran to the entry hall.

"Merry Christmas, Wade," and I heard Kim kiss him on the cheek and walk in the door.

"Merry Christmas, Joss," and Kim hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, then looked at me quizzically.

"It's a very Merry Christmas, Kim: no more Christmas nightmares," and she grabbed me and hugged me real tight.

"Joss, I'm so happy for you," she said into my hair. "You deserve all of the happiness in the world."

"Does that mean I kin have both Ron and Wade, Cousin Kim?" I asked as she pulled back, and she was wearing Ron's 'serious face' when she looked at me:

"Jocelyn!" then she grinned. "Well, not all of the happiness; I'm allowed to have a little bit of happiness," she smiled and she waited for Ron to come in the door.

'She's way too happy! What's going on? You don't think…NAH!'

"Wade! Merry Christmas, my man!" and Ron grabbed Wade and hugged him (a manly hug), and he stepped in the door. Ron gave me a quick hug, and he and Kim headed into the living room, holding hands.

'He's normal…for Ron; that can't be it,' and before Wade could close the door the Tweebs came blasting into the living room: that told me that Uncle James and Aunt Anne were here, too, and that got me excited.

"Jocelyn," Aunt Anne was beautiful, as ever, and I had only seen her last night at the church, and I hadn't had a chance to thank her for her Montana trip.

"Aunt Anne!" I almost knocked her over with the hug. "THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU! I got a text from Jennifer, and she said that Fletch almost died last night, but that the operation that you did the night before stabilized him and helped save him when he coded yesterday!

"THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU!"

"You're welcome, Jocelyn," Aunt Anne was so sweet and kind and nice. "As my daughter would say: 'No Big, Joss,'" and she laughed along with me.

"Doesn't the favorite uncle get a hug?' Uncle James was grinning like he'd just won the lotto, and I let Aunt Anne go and grabbed him and hugged him.

"Uncle James: no more Christmas nightmares," I whispered to him, and I heard a sound come from him, and I looked up.

Uncle James was crying!

"Jocelyn," he wiped his tears away with his coat sleeve, "That was the bestest Christmas present I ever got from you, darling," and he hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's go into the mob, Sweet Tea," and I looked up at him in horror.

"UNCLE JAMES! NOT YOU, TOO!" and I swatted but missed as he and Aunt Anne laughed and quick-walked, holding hands, into the living room for more hugs.

The chuckling from behind me reminded me that my Wade was back there, and I turned and glared.

"Middle Name, Wade," I promised sweetly, and he shut the door and walked quietly into the living room, holding my hand.

Kim and Ron got their Christmas hugs from everyone, including me.

A hug from Ron was always worth my time: what a hunk! I'm sure glad Kim finally got a clue about him, or I might have had to make a difficult decision….

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"We have an announcement to make," Daddy stood, but he was stopped by the doorbell.

DING-DING-DI-DING!

"Wonder who that could be," Rachel commented as Ryan went to the door, and Aunt Anne grinned broadly.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Ryan's voice came from the hall.

"I'm looking for my sons, and I was told they'd be here," the voice was calm, it was-

"NANA!" Kim and I both yelled, and I beat her to the door by two seconds, then got slammed into Nana by Jim and Tim, and we had a 'Nana sandwich, no peanut butter, thank you very much.

"Andrea Jocelyn! Kimberly Ann! James Timothy! Timothy James! Let go, and let your old 'Nana in the door before she freezes out here!" and we broke the hug, but Nana hugged me again and leaned over.

"No more nightmares?" she whispered, and I shook my head no. "I'm glad, Andrea Jocelyn. Your mother never wanted you to have to go thru Christmas like that.

"And, that Wade: he's a good man," and I looked up in surprise, and she smiled. "'Nana knows these things, Andrea Jocelyn, and I have my connections," and she took my hand and Kim's and Jim's and Tim's, and we all walked into the living room to-

"Momma!" and Daddy and Uncle Jim almost knocked each over getting to Nana, and she let us go to hug and kiss her sons.

"Nana Possible," Aunt Anne said when Nana let her sons go, and Nana and Aunt Anne hugged, then Nana sat next to Uncle James on the other side from Aunt Anne. Uncle James grinned.

"I guess you all know her," Ryan quipped, and Jim and Tim each tossed a pillow at Ryan, and neither connected as Ryan dodged.

"Like I said, we have an announcement to make," Daddy stood up again, and he looked over at Betty, who by now was grinning.

"Momma, Squirt, Anne: Betty has graciously agreed to become my wife and Sweet Tea's step-mother," and I said "NO!" and they all looked at me, and Betty paled.

"She'll never be my step-mother," I said quietly, and I stood and walked over to Daddy and Betty, and Betty looked like she was going to cry, and Wade looked at me confused, "because you are my new momma," I stated, and I held out my arms. "Momma2," I said loud enough for everyone to hear, and Betty stood up and hugged me, and Daddy hugged me, and we all cried like idiots, and even Nana got into the hug.

"But wait! There's more," Ron announced, just like one of those game show hosts on the TVTRASH channel, as we all stood there grinning, and Ron looked down and offered his hand to Kim, who by now was smiling just like Betty did before-

'OH, NO, THEY DIDN'T!'

"Kimberly Ann has blessed me by agreeing to become my wife," and I yelled:

"YEEEEE-HAW!" and ran and hugged Kim, pulling her glove off so I could go diamond-hunting, and I hit the mother lode.

"Kim, it's gorgeous!" I gushed, and I looked around at everyone else who was sitting and smiling, except Wade and me: Wade was trying to pry his way into our hug and made it, hugging both Kim and me.

"Y'all all knew?" and Ryan and Rachel both nodded.

"Nana, even you?"

"I got a call on PlanePhone, Andrea Jocelyn; and Kimberly Ann, I'm afraid I may have let the cat out of the bag," Nana grinned.

"Nana, how?"

"Well, dear, I bought the whole plane a round of drinks after we landed earlier this morning," she grinned.

"And, drinks let the cat out, how?" Kim looked worried.

"Well, dear, I may have mentioned who I was and why I was doing it," Nana grinned even bigger, and Kim groaned and ducked her head, and everyone else laughed.

"And, one of the men in the airport lounge told me to congratulate you, and he'd see you two in school when classes started," and Kim had a horrified look on her face.

"Relax, dear, it was only Steve," and Kim fell back onto a couch, buried her head into her hands and moaned, and Ron was right behind her beside her in head-burying and moaning.

"Steve Barkin?" I asked, and Nana nodded.

"Steve's an old friend of your father's, Andrea Jocelyn," Nana explained, and I decided I'd tell her later, privately, over a big hot chocolate at MoonNickel's, about Washington and the ANC.

"Betty, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you: let's see the ring and find out if my son was a cheapskate," Nana pronounced, and Betty held out her hand.

"Spankin'," Nana said after a quick look, and Betty laughed.

"So, that's where she gets it from, Mrs. Possible," Betty explained, and Nana shushed her.

"It's Momma, please," Nana corrected her, and Betty beamed.

"And, Wade?" Wade looked up, surprised.

"I understand you're coming into the family in a few years," and Wade looked real surprised for a moment.

"Yes, ma'am, after Jocelyn graduates from college, and if she'll still have me," Wade explained, and Nana just snorted!

"Call me, Wade, if she won't: I may still be in the market for a rich young stud," and I swore that Wade almost lost all coloration. It was quiet for a long time, it seemed, then-

"GOTCHA!" and Nana burst out laughing, and Wade started breathing again, followed by a host of others that hadn't yet figured out how to take Nana.

I knew, though, and I grinned.

"Kim," I smiled, and she looked up, " Sheldon's coming to Daddy and Betty's wedding," and Kim turned pasty white, then looked at Betty and Daddy who, by now, had lost all control and were 'bustin' a gut' laughing, and Kim got it.

"JOSS!" and I took off running just as Kim stood up, and I made it to Wade's room, palmed the lock, and got in and closed the door before Kim got there, and she banged on the door several times before it opened and Kim, Ron, and Wade all walked in and closed the door behind them.

"Gee, Kim, I like Ron, but don't you think it's a bit soon for all four of us?" I grinned, and Wade launched a dry spit-take, and Ron and Kim both sputtered.

"Wade," Kim finally said after everyone quit laughing, "I'm so happy to see you out of your room for Christmas; well, you know what I mean," and she and Wade laughed.

"Ron and I have a special present for you two, Wade, and we hope you'll both like it," and Kim handed an envelope to Wade, and Ron handed one to me.

I opened the envelope: it had a card inside.

I pulled the card out: it said 'Unlimited Training with Ron Stoppable,' and it was signed by him.

I looked at Wade, and he looked…well, probably like I did.

"Joss," Kim said, "I've had a lot of time to think about some of the things that I've learned about me and you and Wade and Ron, and Wade was right: you shouldn't go out without some good training. Ron's going to teach you what he knows about Tai Shing Pek Kwar, and I'm going to teach Wade some of my kung fu moves. Whatever helps you two, we're willing to do it.

"Besides," Kim continued to a slack-jawed Wade and me, "Ron and I will be preparing for college, and I have no idea what that's going to mean, so I'm being selfish and looking for some backup, as well.

"Interested?"

"Kim," Wade finally opened his mouth for words, but he had a grin on, as well.

'oh, no.'

"Kim," he repeated, and he shook his head as if clearing cobwebs out of his brain, "you're giving me license to put my hands anywhere on you?" and he grinned.

"If you think you can, big boy" and Kim smirked, "bring it on," but she also had a look that I don't think that Wade was ready for, because he gulped real big.

"Kim, you're gonna let me handle your boyfriend?" I asked, and she shook her head no.

"You'll be training with my fiancée, Joss, remember that," and she gave me the same smirk and look, and I knew why Wade gulped because I did the same.

"How soon can we start?" Wade asked. "The Bunker has the best training facilities with unlimited access, Kim," he added, and I nodded.

"How does a week from now sound? I think I can get away for a few days, and I think that we can steal a ride when Betty heads up to your house to see her fiancée, Wade," and Kim grinned as she looked at me, and I grinned, also.

"MOMMA2!" I yelled, and I hugged my cousin.

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"Wade, your pictures are beautiful," Kim's smile lit up the room, and her smile made Wade's smile even bigger.

Wade had moved all of the pictures (his and mine) into his room and hung them, and Kim was staring at the picture of the two of us and Stephanie.

"Wade, she's beautiful; why you would even put me in the picture with her is beyond me, but I'm extremely flattered that I am."

"Kim, you two are my 'big sisters,' along with Monique, and Mom decided that I needed a picture of my first three redheads, so you're in it.

"Besides," he grinned, "I like looking at all three of you," and he wrapped his hand around my waist.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Wade," I said.

"For what?"

"Including me in that group," I replied.

"Well, it's 'Wade's Women,' Joss, so you'd have to be in it," Ron laughed, and Kim glared at him.

"RON!" and then decided that Ronshine was more important than yelling.

"I think your Mom captured both of you perfectly," Ron commented when he came up for air. "And, I feel like I know Stephanie just from the picture.

"Was she like what I think she was, Wade?"

"Ron: 'She never thought she was all that, but she was, and more,'" Wade replied with a catch in his voice, and I took his hand from around my waist and held it. "She liked it when I would read to her at night when she stayed over: I read an Economics book to her by John Kenneth Galbraith, and Milton."

"'Paradise Lost?'" Ron asked, and I was surprised that he would pick that book.

"Yes; how did you know?" Wade was surprised, as well.

"It's one of only a few books on your shelf over there, Wade," and Ron pointed, and Wade ran over and grabbed it.

"I thought she's taken it, Ron! I don't know how-" he stammered, then stopped and took a deep breath and continued, "I've looked in here, but it hasn't been in my room.

"Maybe Mom found it when she cleared out my room and Stephanie's," Wade smiled and opened the cover and then dropped the book like it was on fire.

He had a look on his face: surprise, horror, I'm not sure what, and then he burst into tears.

I picked up the book, and found a sealed letter in the front of it and something written on the front flap in a beautiful cursive handwriting, almost calligraphy:

"'To my Wade: be strong and brave, and you will defeat your demons…you are my hero.' signed Stephanie Watership."

I held the book in my hands and fought back the tears, but they won, and I took Wade's pro-offered hand.

"Wade, she knew you pretty well, huh?" and I handed him the book as if it was the most precious gift that he had ever received, and he took it and handed it back to Ron, tears streaming from both of them.

"Ron, would you?" Wade asked softly, and Ron carefully took the prize and placed it back on the shelf in the place of honor.

"What about the letter, Wade?" I asked, and he handed it to me and flipped it over so I could read the front.

'To Wade Load, on the occasion of his marriage to his redhead… signed Stephanie Watership.,' and that did it for me: I burst into tears, and Kim took the letter from me and cradled it to the shelf. She turned, and her face was wet, as well.

"Wade, someone was smarter than all of us, and she's not here in the flesh, but she will always be with you," Kim said as she took Wade's hands and kissed his forehead.

"Sorry, guy," she grinned through her tears, "but I'm not that redhead," and she took my hand and put it in Wade's hand.

"I've seen the two of you, and you're as much in love as Ron and me. I don't want you two to stumble and make the same stupid mistakes I did: I almost lost Ron because of my stubbornness and my inability to see the goodness in front of my face," Kim had almost a dreamy look being bracketed by her tears.

"Don't make the same mistakes we did, and don't move to the other stuff; we haven't," and I looked at Ron and he nodded agreement, "but I'm looking forward to it.

"Besides," and now Kim grinned wickedly, "there's a lot you can do when you get old enough, preferably 17 or 18, Joss, that you'll be able to enjoy a whole bunch!" and Ron nodded vigorously.

"You waited until you were 18, Kim?" Joss asked innocently, and Kim's red face condemned her, and Joss laughed.

"BUSTED!" I yelled and grinned.

Ron started humming and grinning, and Kim hit at him, but he kept humming and grinning.

Wade had a perplexed look on his face, then he recognized the tune and broke out laughing.

Kim grabbed a pillow from Wade's bed and started hitting at Ron: that only made him turn the humming into singing:

"Ron…exciting and new;

"Come aboard: he's expecting you," and I giggled as he took my hand;

"What's the tune, Wade?"

"'Wild Love Boat': it was on the 'TV almostTrashHeap' channel; a captain and his crew sail around on a cruise ship hooking other people up," he answered as Ron continued to sing:

"And, Ron: life's sweetest reward.

"Let him flow, he floats back to you," and now, I was chuckling as released my hand and he danced around the room being chased by Kim with a pillow WMD.

"The Ron-Man

"Soon will be making another run

"The Ron-Man

"Promises something for everyone," and Kim yelled,

"You'd better not be promising Ronshine to everyone!" and I laughed even more, now.

"Set a course for adventure,

"Your mind on a new romance," and Kim finally caught him and kissed him quiet for a moment, then he pulled back and started up again.

"Ron… won't hurt anymore

"He has an open smile on a friendly shore.

"Yes LOVE! It's LOVE!

"It's the Ron Boo-yah! Boo-yah!" and he closed with a flourish. By this time, Wade was laying on his bed, holding his stomach and laughing uncontrollably, and Kim had gotten was past mad and had fallen down, laughing, on the floor. I'd fallen back into Wade's chair and was holding my sides and laughing.

"When?" I asked Wade when we all finally stopped laughing; well, at least stopped laughing enough to talk.

"Right after Justine left: she gave him the idea, and he ran with it," Wade laughed as Kim hit him with another pillow, this time knocking him to the floor just as the door opened and Dad, Betty, Ryan, and Rachel stuck their heads in.

"What happened?" Slim asked, and Kim shouted:

"Don't encourage him!" I yelled, but it was too late: Ron started singing, again, this time on his back and from the floor.

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The day after Christmas, I called Jen.

"Hey, Jen."

"Joss! Hey! Merry Christmas!" Jen sounds great!

"Merry Christmas to you, too. How you?"

"Joss, I've got a date!"

"'grats, Jen. Who?"

"Stephen Lopez from class, Joss. He's sooo cute, and I blew him off when he asked me last year 'cause I was drinkin' the Becky Kool-Aid, but that's stopped. I called him, apologized, and he's taking me to a movie!"

"Jen! That's spankin'! When are you two goin' out?"

"Later this week.

"Did you have a good one?" and I grinned sooooo big!

"Great, Jen: I got a new Momma-2-B for Christmas!"

Jen was quiet, then she yelled:

"YEEEEEE-HAW!

"Joss, that's great! Are you happy with her?"

"Jen: she's platinum!"

"I'm sooo happy!

"How about your man, Joss?" and I swear I could hear Jen's smile across the phone.

"Wonderful, Jen," I whispered. "My first Christmas with Wade was incredible," I repeated.

"Did he like his presents?"

"Yes, he did, Jen, and thanks for helping me on the book: I thought he was gonna lose it, for real," I grinned, and Jen laughed.

"You really love him, don't you, Joss?"

"He's my only, Jen," I replied, and Jen whistled long.

"WOW!" then I could hear her grin: "Sure I can't clone him, Joss?"

"NO!" then I grinned back.

"But, I do have good news, Jen: Ron and Kim are coming up at the end of the week," and she screamed:

"RON STOPPABLE!"

"But, bad news, Jen, and you can't tell anyone for a couple of days: Ron proposed to Kim, and she accepted."

"DARN! The good ones keep getting taken off the market!"

"What're you complaining about, Jen? Steven is a smokin' piece of meat."

"HEY! NO OGLEE MY BOYFRIEND!" Jen yelled, then she did the same thing that I did when I said that for the first time about Wade: "My boyfriend," she said softly, and there was a catch in her voice.

"Then, you'd better make sure you 'make it so,' Jen."

"Channeling the Commodore, Joss?" and she laughed.

"I almost forgot: Becky is back at the hospital today. Fletch told her to get over herself about Wade, and he wants to meet Wade and have him pass along his thanks to the head of Wade Logistics, as well. His parents do, too, Joss."

"When I come back, I'll be sure to stop by the hospital.

"Any more news about who beat him?"

"They caught one of the two besides Carl; he's trying to blame everything on Carl, but Carl already squealed like a stuck wild boar, and his confession matches what Fletch told the authorities."

"Good. Did you hear if it was drugs?"

"Girl, they had kilos of grass and crystal meth in the building: the police are calling it the biggest bust in the area, and the second biggest bust since the one this past summer.

Click.

'Hold on, Joss, someone's calling," and Jen clicked over, then came back in a moment. "Joss," she was grinning, and it came across the phone like beaming, "It's Stephen: he says that he can't stand to wait another day for me, and he wants to know if we can go to a movie tonight!"

"Bye, Jen," I grinned, and she called out a 'bye as she hung up.

I looked up. 'Thank you, Momma.'

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(Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable, Esquire)

'How could I be this lucky?'

I was holding Kim's hand as we walked thru the Middleton Airport, and lots of guys were looking at me with real jealous looks on their faces.

I didn't care: she picked me!

Kim turned her head and looked at me when I stopped in mid-stride, and she smiled.

That smile: oh, my, goodness, I could die happy after seeing only one of those smiles, and I've seen more than I could count since Christmas Eve.

"What is it, Ron?" and that voice: pure, soft, silky liquid diamonds….

"Just thinking, KP," and just as I spoke a little girl came running up to Kim and slammed into her legs.

"Kim Possible! Thank you!" the little girl was laughing and crying and hugging Kim at the same time.

'She still doesn't handle the fame well,' and I reached down and picked up the girl and held her at Kim's face level.

The little girl leaned forward and kissed Kim's cheek.

"Mommy was in Paris when the Diablos flew over, but they all shrank back and fell. Thank you, Kim: you saved my Mommy's life!"

I looked over Kim's shoulder and saw Jocelyn and Wade holding hands and smiling: Wade had told me what happened to him on the plane from DC.

"'No Big,'" Kim said, and a voice corrected her.

"No, Miss Possible, it was a real 'Big' for me," and a woman came up and took the little girl from my arms.

"My daughter saw those things grow and take flight right in front of her: it was her favorite toy from the restaurant, and she'd carried it across the pond to Paris. She thought that that thing had crushed me when it suddenly began to grow, and she got pushed away from me by that monster and then the running crowds.

"I almost lost my daughter," she said, holding her daughter tighter, tears starting to flow down her face, "and then the things started to shrink and fall from the sky."

"You truly saved the world, Kim: I know you saved mine. I found my daughter 30 minutes later, surrounded by a pile of Diablos that had fallen from the sky. She was trying to pull them apart, and hitting them against each other.

"I later found out that you had stopped them, Kim. Thank you," and both the daughter and mother mashed into Kim, and all three were crying.

"Thank you, Kim," the mother said when they separated.

"I wanna grow up to be just like you, Kim!" the little girl grabbed Kim's neck and hugged her, almost pulling her mother off-balance, and I caught her by the waist.

"What's her name?" Kim mouthed to her mother, and she responded, "Jessie."

"You need to grow up to be just like your Mommy, Jessie: that's what my mommy taught me to be. Your Mommy's the brave one, and she's the one who will help you grow up to be the best little girl you can be," and Jessie looked at Kim and nodded once, then slipped to the ground ran the three steps to her mother.

"Mommy, I want to grow up to be just like you, just like Kim did!" and the mother mouthed 'Thank you.'

"Ma'am, if you'll give me your name and address, I'll make sure that Kim gets autographs to you and your daughter," Wade said as he pulled out his PosComm.

"You're Dr. Load, aren't you?" she asked, and Wade nodded.

I'm very glad to finally meet you," she said, extending her hand. "I'm a member of the Middleton Police Department, and you've helped us so much over the past four years. Thank you," and she shook Wade's hand and handed him a business card.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like photos of all of you; yes, Ronald Dean Stoppable, even you," and she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I felt my face turning red.

"Thank you, Ronald, for everything you do in keeping Kim and the rest of us safe," she whispered to me.

"And, by the way," she pulled back and grinned, "congratulations, Ronald, for having the good sense to propose to Kim and for being lucky enough to have her accept your proposal. I knew you were smart, and you proved it to me by proposing to her," and this time KP blushed her hair-color when the woman reached over and kissed Kim's cheek.

"Be good to each other!" she yelled as she scooped up her daughter and headed towards the terminal exit doors.

"Well, Ron, looks like you got branded!" Jocelyn commented, then giggled.

I reached up and touched my cheek where the woman kissed me, then brought my hand down and looked at the red lipstick on it. Then, I looked at Kim and was shocked at what I saw:

Kim was standing there, hugging herself, rocking back and forth, and tears were pouring down her face.

"KP!" and I ran the few steps and grabbed her and held her while she sobbed a few moments, then calmed a bit and continued to cry, but not as much.

"KP, what's wrong?" I finally got her to look up at me, and those gorgeous green eyes looked so sad.

"Ron," and she started up again, and I held her tighter as she sobbed even harder, this time.

"I can't imagine what that woman went through when the Diablos took off and her daughter disappeared, and it was all my fault, Ron! I should have never have fallen for Eric, I should have seen through all of Drakken's plans, I should have listened to you earlier," and the tears tried to start, but I stopped her and took her face in my hands and whispered to her.

"KP: we went thru this, before.

"KP, the Diablos were not your fault! You did not create them, and you did not distribute them: I've told you this before, when you went into your funk right before school started this year. That lady just thanked you for risking your life and saving her daughter, Kimmie!

"Am I gonna have to bring out the 'serious face,' my bride-to-be?" I grinned. "Because, you know I will," I added, and the Kim light began to shine again.

"Ron, tell me again why I took so long to me to realize that I had fallen in love with you?" she purred as she leaned into me, and I tossed her a zinger.

"Because, you were jellin' over me and Justine?" and she stared at me, then chuckled and hugged me as she started to laugh.

I love her laugh.

I love her smiles.

I love the way she feels when I hold her.

"Somebody's happy, Ronnie," and she pulled herself tighter to me, and I suddenly realized what she meant, and I could feel my face turn as red as her hair.

I stepped back, quickly, and grinned sheepishly. "oops."

"Let's go, KP," I stammered, and I took her hand as she grinned evilly as she took my hand and squeezed it. "You do that to me, you know," I whispered, and she grinned even more.

"How do you know he's hap-OOOO," Joss asked, then got a huge grin on her face when she answered her own question. "Ronshine, extra-large," she laughed and she took Wade's hand, and they ran for the ramp.

"What's goin' on, Ron?" Slim asked as he and Betty came up behind us as we headed down the ramp to the commuter plane. I grinned because they were holding hands, and Betty was smiling bigger than I'd ever seen her smile in all the time I'd known her.

"Just a little 'hero-worship,' Slim, but it's ok now," I replied as Kim and I stepped onto the plane, and we were shocked by applause from the passengers and crew as we turned the corner and could be seen by the passengers who had early boarded.

"Hold on, KP," I whispered to Kim, and I licked her ear.

"RON!" Kim whisper-shouted, and the pilot saluted me and winked.

"Congratulations, Mr. Stoppable," she said as we walked past her.

"Thank you, ma'am, but you should be congratulating KP: I'm the lucky one," I replied as we took our seats up front. Wade, and his travel bookings: better than the pig-plane.

"You're a good man, and I'm sorry she got you, because I'd certainly take a chance on you," she leaned over and whispered loud enough for both KP and me to here, and I blushed, and Kim laughed as she put her arm around me.

"I'd go for her, myself," the flight attendant commented as he walked towards us; he winked at Kim, and she blushed. "You have great taste, Mr. Stoppable," he grinned as he walked past, and I blushed again and Kim grinned.

"Way to go, 'potential boy,'" Kim said as she snuggled up to me.

"Right back at you, 'princess,'" and Kim hit at me as I answered her in a Shego-esque response..

"Children, please!" came from Wade seating behind us. "Am I going to have to separate you two?"

"Only if I get to separate you two, too," Kim replied, and Wade suddenly got quiet, but I could her giggling and kissing going on behind me, and I didn't want to turn around to see if that was Wade and Joss, or Slim and Betty.

"Advanced snuggling?" I asked, and she nodded and got the 'look.'

I didn't complain about the training once during the entire flight: besides, we actually got to land in a plane rather than jump from it.

- - - - - - -

"Tornado! How's it hangin'?" I saw him when we got out of the cab at the ranch.

He was standing at the front of the corral. "Master Ronald: it hangs well. My circuits have noted your absence," he replied.

"I missed you, too, Tornado."

"Shall we, as you put it, 'get jiggy on the ground,' again, Master Ronald?" Tornado asked as he took 5 steps back and ran forward, jumping the fence and trotting up to me, lowering his head.

"There'll be two of us this time, Tor', old man."

"Ah, yes: Mistress Kimberly. Welcome back, as well: my circuits have noted your absence, as well."

Kim still looked tentative. "Uhhh…hello, Tornado," she replied, still not sure how to deal with a talking robot horse.

"Mistress Kimberly, allow me to congratulate you on your engagement to Master Ronald."

"How did you know, Tornado?" she was really surprised.

"I received a copy of the email with the announcement, Mistress Kimberly," he replied, and I grinned: Tornado has email….

- - - - - - -

"Mel!" Wade yelled, and a strikingly beautiful woman waved as we entered the Command Center.

Kim punched me in the ribs.

"WHAT?"

"Eyes front, 'potential boy.'" She grinned as the woman came walking over.

"They are, 'princess.'" I retorted as the woman stopped in front of us.

'Definitely not hero worship,' I thought as she pulled out a badge.

"Melisandretti Claremore, Montana DCI," she smiled, "Welcome 'home,' so to speak, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. I'm glad to finally meet you in the flesh," she added as she extended her hand.

"You can't be old enough to be in DCI, Melisandretti," and I kissed her hand. She blushed, but grinned.

"I've been warned about you, Ron-man," was her response, and Kim and Joss both giggled. "And, it's 'Mel' to my friends," she added.

"Besides, I believe that I'd be a fool to get between a husband-to-be and his wife-to-be, especially one who knows 16 different kinds of kung-fu," she smiled, and I was frightened for the criminals in Montana that ever faced Mel.

"Oh, Man! Does everybody know?" I asked, and Kim hooked her arm in mine.

"Just the people who hit your website," Wade responded, and I groaned.

"The babes won't flock to the Ron-man, anymore!" I whined, and Kim elbowed me in the ribs.

"And you have a problem with that, why?" she purred into my ear, then nibbled it.

"No reason at all, my beloved: no reason at all," was my response.

"Right answer," was Kim's response, and she licked the ear she nibbled.

'Oh, man….'

"Kim, I'd like some time with you and Ron to discuss some matters," Mel was fidgeting. "That, and I need a favor," and she looked embarrassed.

"It would be different if it was my kids, but my boss' boss and her boss want some autographed pictures of the three of you and some individual shots, as well," and she blushed.

"No Big," Kim answered. "Who's getting them?" and Mel blushed even bigger.

"My boss' boss is the Director of DCI," she began, and Kim grinned and completed the sentence:

"And her boss is the Montana AG, correct?" and Mel nodded.

"Not a problem: we get that a lot," and Kim and Mel both giggled.

Now I understood Wade's fascination with Joss' giggles:

I loved Kim's giggle.

- - - - - - -

Then, the day came that I dreaded: not because I was scared of Jocelyn, but because I didn't want to hurt her: physically, emotionally, or psychologically. If I had thought about it more than just a moment or two, I should have been the one worried….

I walked into one of the underground padded workout rooms in the Bunker/Command Center and proceeded to warm up for several minutes, mainly light running and centering myself.

The door opened, and Joss came in wearing a white gi and soft shoes and carrying a tote bag. She had a huge smile on her face.

'Wade,' I thought, 'you're a very lucky man. Jocelyn's a very lovely young lady; but, then again, she's a Possible woman, and we know what they do to us poor mortal men,' I chuckled inside as Joss put her bag down and unzipped it, removing her rope wrist clip and two ropes from the bag and clipping the wrist clip on..

"Joss, I don't think you're going to need those today."

"Au contraire, Ron: I'm packin' jus' like I was goin' on a mission, and I always come prepared," was her response.

"You passed the first test, then, Jocelyn," I replied as I pulled back my gi sleeve and revealed the same clip. "If you had not brought it, you would have shown that you were not prepared for all 'possibilities,'" I smiled as I removed my clip and motioned for her to do the same.

"Do'i, Ron: 'Check my name,'" and she removed her clip as she smiled, never taking her eyes off of me.

"I'm here to show you some basic moves from Tai Shing Pek Kwar, or Monkey Kung Fu. Have you completed the study that I requested that you do, Jocelyn?" and as I spoke I sat cross-legged on the floor, and she sat in front of me in the same position.

"I have, Ron," and she seemed to clear her mind, because her face became almost completely expressionless (something I thought I'd never see with Jocelyn), and she then began to speak:

"The history of Ta Sheng Men, or Monkey kung fu begins at the turn of the century, near the end of the Ching Dynasty (1644-1911), when a short-tempered fighter from Northern China named Kou Sze was arrested for killing a villainous villager. A close and influential friend managed to bribe the presiding judge to reduce Kou Sze's sentence to only eight year in prison.

"From his cell, Kou Sze spent hours each day observing chattering monkeys in their natural habitat. He carefully studied their behavior in different situations and, after a few years, was able to distinguish the different characteristics of individual monkeys.

"After categorizing each of the monkey's fighting techniques, flexibility, and footwork, Kou Sze realized that these actions were compatible with the Tei Tong style of kung fu he had learned from childhood. Kou Sze then combined these movements of the Tei Tong with the monkey movements and, through careful study of the monkey and combining the monkey's maneuvering principles, Kou Sze was able to break down all of the monkeys' reactions and categorize them into five different personality types, thereby creating the five forms of the monkey:
The Tall Monkey
The Wooden Monkey
The Lost Monkey
The Stone Monkey
The Drunken Monkey

"The most important thing to understand is that Tai Shing and Pek Kwar are not the same art. Pek Kwar has nothing to do with Monkey whatsoever. It doesn't look like Ta Sheng, it doesn't share any of the techniques in Ta Sheng, it's an entirely different art altogether. Pek Kwar is an axe fist art, while Ta Sheng is the Monkey art, which is a combination of Monkey movements and Tei Tong Kung Fu. Grandmaster Kou Sze founded Monkey (Ta Sheng Men) and Grandmaster Ma Chi Ho created Pek Kwar. Grandmaster Ken Tak Hoi was a master of both, he taught both, and he put the names together as Tai Shing Pek Kwar. However, because he only wanted certain individuals to learn Ta Sheng, he required them to first master Pek Kwar: that's why Monkey Kung Fu is called Tai Shing Pek Kwar, but these are both entirely different and complete arts in themselves.

"How was that, Ron?" and I sat there, stunned: Jocelyn had told me things that even I had not known about Tai Shing Pek Kwar.

"It helps to have a supergenius as a fiancée, Ron," and she grinned. "Wade did a lot of research on the basic information that you gave me, and I did some digging on my own. I even found a copy of the movie 'Mad Monkey Kung Fu;' it'll be here next week."

"So, you understand the need for flexibility and the low center of gravity in "Drunken Monkey," for example, while it's physical strength that is required in "Stone Monkey."

"Yes, Ron, I understand, but only as one who has read but not practiced the art," and Jocelyn had gone from the giggling young teen to a serious student.

"It would seem to me that "Drunken Monkey," "Lost Monkey," and "Wooden Monkey" are likely the forms that would be best suited to me, given my height and size and ankle flexibility. All of these things have helped me in my cheerleading studies.

"Have I presumed too much, GrandMaster?"

"I am not a GrandMaster by any means, Jocelyn," she had done her studying! "I know all of the forms of the art, but only by the transference, not from practice. I've been forced to learn how to use the knowledge that has been placed within me; unfortunately, as you know," and I grinned, "sometimes that's been somewhat painful.

"Lord Montgomery Fiske wanted to bypass the work and believed that, by killing me," and she looked surprised, "that the power would automatically transfer to him. Unfortunately for him, Rufus also absorbed the power, and also became the first Naked Mole Rat Grandmaster," and Rufus came out in a tiny gi and bowed to Jocelyn. That created a long giggling session from Jocelyn:

"Ron, isn't a naked mole rat in a gi seemed like an oxymoron?" and Rufus said "HEY!" then grinned, bowed again to her and gave her a thumbs up.

"I am impressed, Jocelyn: you have taken your studies seriously, but are you ready to see them in action?" and I levitated a few feet up, then stood.

That got her attention, especially when Rufus did the same and landed on my shoulder.

She then stood and took a typical stance, and I took her legs out from under her with a tumble and swoop, and she landed on her rear with an "OOF!"

"Hey, I wasn't ready!" she complained as she stood and rubbed her rear.

She went back down again, this time taken down by Rufus. He then stood next to her face and kissed her forehead.

"OOO, Mole Rat Cooties!"

"HEY!"

She jumped back up again quickly and more warily, and then she dodged my move.

"HA!" she yelled, and I pointed at her sleeves and the front of her gi.

She looked down, and saw 3 banana stickers on each sleeve and four on the front of her gi.

"Sooo, we're monkeying around, are we," she asked as she took a stance.

"No, just wanting you to enjoy the fruits of my labor," and she was on her back and I was on top of her. I kissed her forehead and jumped back up.

This went on for another 15-20 minutes, and I let her have a couple of shots at me that connected, then taking her down.

"You let me connect that time, didn't you, Ron?" She said as she stood, again, rubbing her neck this time. I rubbed my forearm: she had connected solidly, but she left an opening, and she paid the price for it.

"Yes, but I drew you in, and you saw the results, didn't you?"

"Oh, man," she groused, then looked up and smiled

"But, can you do this?" and with one motion she tumbled back to her bag, grabbed one of her ropes, jumped forward and waved it at me with a "CRACK!"

I suddenly felt a breeze, and I looked down to see the gi belt hanging to each side, and my gi was open to the world.

"Oh, man!" and I reached back for my bag and found nothing. A whistle, and I looked back at Jocelyn: she was holding my bag at the end of her rope.

"Ah've been practicin', too, Ron, jus' with my whips," she grinned.

"Is that something that Wade's gonna like, Jocelyn," and she turned super-beet red.

"RON!"

I whistled, and my bag came back to me and changed back into the blade.

"WOW, Ron, is that what I think it is?"

"The Lotus Blade?

"Yes," I replied, and I turned it back into the bag and placed my sliced gi belt in it, pulling out another one and tying it on. "Can't very well carry a sword on a plane, can we?" and I grinned.

"Guess not."

"So, you understand how serious the training is going to be, Joss? I was concerned at first that you wouldn't, but you've convinced me that you will take it seriously, if your preparatory work is any indication."

"Yes, Ron, I understand. I hope I never have to use it, but I know that I will be better prepared if I understand and know how to use it," she replied, and then she smiled an excited smile.

"Hey, Ron?" she asked. "Before we do more, do you wanna see something real special?"

"Sure, Jocelyn. What is it?"

"It's my rack," and she grinned real big, "and I'm real proud of it,"

"…eep…" I could feel my face turning red, and Joss realized what she said:

"NOT THAT RACK, RON!" she looked shocked for a moment, then grinned, then looked sad and depressed. "Geez, I'd think that with Kim's great body, you'd not even be concerned with littl' ol' me," she said very softly, almost apologetically.

"Jocelyn, look at me," and she looked up at me with the beginnings of a puppy-dog-pout that had a lip-quivering motion attached. 'Wade, you're doomed,' I thought. "I remember when you told me that you thought I was a hero: I was flying high for a long time after that, Joss, because a pretty girl thought that of me," and she looked quizzical. "Seriously, Joss, you're a very pretty young lady. If I wasn't engaged to your cousin and you were just a little bit older, I'd have to watch myself with you or I could get in real serious trouble," and she looked surprised and happy.

"Really, Ron?" She asked. "You'd have even considered going out with me?" she sounded excited.

"Of course, my lovely Jocelyn; remember, though, that your uncle would be coming after me with more deep space probes than I could count if I ever touched you in any way "possible," and your Dad would only get the scraps," and I shuddered inside at the thought of two Possible fathers coming after me….

"Gee, thanks, Ron," and she hugged me, then she looked up and got 'the look,' and kissed my cheek, then blushed and backed up.

"Thank you, Ron," she repeated, "that's one of the nicest things that anyone's ever said to me," she smiled.

It was almost a KP smile.

I felt sorry and happy for Wade: happy for him for what he was going through, and sorry for him for what he was going through.

I reached down and picked up my bag. "So, Joss, where's your rack?"

"Right here, big boy," she purred as she pushed her chest out, then laughed as I turned red, again.

"Red's not your color, Ron," she giggled as we headed out of the room.

"And, chocolate's yours, Joss?" I shot back, and she guffawed as we walked down a hall.

I was in trouble: I just didn't know it at the time….

- - - - - - -

(Dr. Wade Load)

"Gee, Kim, what are you worried about?"

"You, mister, trying to cop a peek," Kim replied as she came from behind a screen after adjusting her gi.

She was glorious in white; of course, she was glorious in anything she wore, or didn't wear, and I grinned.

"WADE!" she snapped me back to reality as she took a karate stance.

I must have looked like an idiot: short, losing weight but still nowhere near the shape I needed to be in to be facing Kim Possible, never having done this except in holos.

I began the Salute:

"I present myself;

"This is my style - Kenpo Karate;

"I pray that we do not have to fight;

"I will try to see the good in you;

"I have no weapons; my hands are empty;

"But if I have to fight you, I will tear you apart and defeat you."

"Nice start, Wade, but you didn't get the Salute correct; besides, you said in your salute that you do have weapons," and she took me to the ground with one jump kick, and I landed flat on my back with an "OOF!"

My rear hurt.

"That's one," Kim announced.

I got up, and she took me down immediately with a leg sweep.

"That's two," she counted.

"Counting coup, Kim? You're not Native American," I said from the floor.

I had a lot more empathy for Shego than I thought I could ever have as I stood, again, and went down again with a kick to my body. I fell flat, and Kim jumped on me and straddled my body.

"That's three.

"Like it, Wade?" she purred, then laughed when I groaned in pain.

"I'd like it a lot more if I didn't hurt all over, Kim," and she gave my cheek a quick kiss, then bounded back up with a backflip and landed in her classic pose, one hand touching the floor with the fingertips and balancing with the other, staring directly at me with a grin.

"You wanted a piece of me, Wade, so here I am," and this went on for several more minutes, most of them with me on my back and Kim straddling me and her adding another number to the count of the kinds of kung-fu that she had used on me.

Normally, Kim straddling me would have been my 'dream come true,' but it wasn't when the woman was hurting me a great deal and she was the only one enjoying it. I landed, this time on my face, and Kim said "that's 16," as she leaned back against the wall.

I finally got up (my nose hurt even more than my pride) and I decided to take a shot: I charged her. She looked at me like I was crazy and just stood there, motionless, expecting to dodge and have me slam into the wall.

'Wrong move, princess,' and I reached behind me, grabbed it, and threw it at her sleeve, and it stuck in her left upper sleeve and deep into the wall with a THWICK.

"That's one, Kim," I started my own counter She looked at me in shock and surprise, then turned and looked at her sleeve, now nailed to the wall with a throwing knife.

Another THWICK, and the knife in her sleeve now had a companion that held her left leg to the wall.

"That's two, Kim," I continued my own counter.

"I didn't make a mistake in my salute, Kim; I told the truth," and I walked over to her, staying out of arm's reach as she struggled unsuccessfully to pull the blades from the wall.

"Where did these come from, Wade?" she growled and grinned at the same time, still pulling at the knives.

"I had to level the playing field, Kim, and I knew you would be so confident that you'd not check me for any surprises."

And, as she struggled, I darted into her space and brushed her lips with mine.

"WADE! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" and I pulled the knife from her sleeve and handed it to her, spreading my handed open, showing myself to be totally defenseless.

"You can kill me know, Kim: I've had my dream come true, and I'm ready to go: I kissed Kim Possible, and she didn't fight back," I grinned as I pulled the other knife out and handed it to her, as well.

"Kim, do you know how long I dreamed of doing that? After I started working with you, after Stephanie died, I thought you were cute, but I knew nothing could happen between us. When I started really liking you, Kim, I made you the battlesuit, but that wasn't the same as this kiss.

"I love Jocelyn, but I've always wanted to kiss you, just once, when I was in control," and I lost a tear from my right eye. "You were the big sister, but more times than not you invaded my dreams, and those dreams weren't fit for the Elephant Channel, Kim.

"Lucky for me, Jocelyn came along, and now my dreams are "pointing" another direction, Kim," and she blushed a real deep red: that gave her the strength to step from the wall and stare at me.

'She's really going to do it,' I thought, and readied my young body for the afterlife. 'I love you, Andrea Jocelyn Possible, and I'll wait for you. I'm coming, Stephanie,' I called out mentally, and then I was surprised.

She didn't kill me.

Kim smiled sadly and hugged me tight.

'Oh, man, that is not what I expected to happen.

'She has more than Jocelyn, but they're just as firm.

'BAD WADE!

'WHAM!

'Oh, this is sooo good.

'BAD WADE!

'WHAM!'

Kim stepped back and smiled and looked down at me.

"Somebody liked that hug a little too much, Wade," she smirked, and I was glad she couldn't see my blush.

"You're blushing, Wade: it's in your eyes; you don't think I've not been able to read you after all these years?"

"oops."

"Word up, bro.

"Now, since you've ripped my gi, you have to tell me how you learned to throw so well," she said as she wrapped her arm around me.

Oh, that felt sooo good….

"Oh, by the way, Wade?" she whipped me around to stare at my face, still smiling but with a more frightening smile now.

"No more surprises, Wade, OK?" and she got 'the look' and KISSED ME ON THE LIPS!

KIM POSSIBLE KISSED ME ON THE LIPS!

I HAD DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN, AND STEPHANIE WAS THERE WITH THE REST OF THE POSSIBLE WOMEN ANGELS: MRS. DR. P, BETTY, KIM, AND JOSS!

I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I was glad I had fallen, because I didn't think my legs worked, anymore.

KIM POSSIBLE KISSED ME, AND I DIDN'T FORCE HER!

It was just a bit more than a brush, and there definitely was no tongue, but-

KIM POSSIBLE KISSED ME ON THE LIPS! And, then, I had an epiphany:

OhMyGod, Ron was going to kill me!

I looked up at a smiling Kim, and she stuck out her hand and pulled me to my feet.

"You just figured out that Ron could hurt you a whole lot more than I ever could, didn't you?" and I nodded.

"Good: let that thought be your friend when you're working on that next battle suit for me, Wade," and she grinned as she walked to the door and opened it, and I gulped.

She stopped with the door halfway open, and I could hear voices walking past. I thought one was Joss, but I couldn't tell.

Kim, on the other hand, had balled her hands into fists.

Someone was in trouble, and I was glad it wasn't me.

She stood there until she heard the elevator door close, and she pulled me out into the hall towards the elevators. She called for an elevator, and held it open while we stood there, waiting for something.

She saw one elevator stop on the second level, and she pulled me into the elevator and slammed her hand into the "2" button, and she paced as the elevator rose and finally opened to the second level. She stuck her head out, heard a door close, then pulled me out and down the hall to my office door and stood outside of the partially closed door.

I could hear Ron and Joss inside.

"Joss: that's an incredible, badical rack, girl!""

There was more shuffling of papers and cloth, and then I heard Ron say, "Joss! They're so… big!"

"Yeah, well… I like 'em that way." I was grinning because I knew what Joss was talking about, but I could read Kim as she heard Joss smiling as she spoke. Kim had to be thinking, 'They're not talking about…? Ron, don't you dare ask if you can…'

"Can I… touch them?" Ron asked.

"Sure. Just be careful of the tips, though, Ron: they're hard, but they're delicate."

There was a pause and again the sounds of shuffling. Kim stood there, getting redder by the moment and not at all ashamed that she was listening in on what she thought was obviously a private moment between her Ron and my Jocelyn.

'She thinks that Ron is feeling up Joss!' and I could see her jellin' mind sink into her gut and head back up to her brain.

"Wow! Are these all…?"

"Not so rough there, Ron." Joss said with a bit of trepidation in her voice. "They're all me."

"Sorry… They just gotta be fake. I mean… they're so…beautiful…."

"Nope," Joss said again, and Kim was hearing the smile in Joss' voice again. "All mine."

Something snapped in Kim, and she spun me around to face her and she went for her gi belt.

"What's good for the goose, Ron," I heard Kim mutter softly.

"Kim? What are you …" and she dropped the gi belt, and I panicked:

"KIM, NO!" I shouted, hoping that Ron and Joss would hear before-

Kim opened her gi top wide, and I thought I saw Heaven before I passed out.

- - - - - - -

Later, I watched the security films, and I had fresh popcorn and a large, diet Slurpster as I sat back and relaxed:

Ron and Joss came thru the door just as Kim opened her gi, revealing her bra-covered top, and Ron stood there watching her back and watching me lose vertical with a smile on my face, and Joss just looked shocked as she watch me fall straight back in a dead faint.

"KP? What are you doing?" and Kim whirled around at the sound of Ron's voice and faced him, still holding the hems of her gi.

Ron was holding Joss' mounted deer horns in front of him, and he was stroking the tips gently, making sure that he didn't break the fragile tips.

Joss was standing there, fully clothed in her gi.

Kim was standing there staring at Ron and Joss, and she looked like she had been assaulted by a mob of embarrassment ninjas: she was the most red-faced that I had ever seen her, standing with her gi open in front of her fiancée and her cousin.

"Ron, I … I thought…."

"KP? Joss was just showing me her mounted deer rack here. Aren't these horns cool?"

"Cousin Kim? Why are you flashing my fiancée? I haven't flashed yours… yet," Joss grinned, reached for the belt of her gi, and started to loosen it.

Ron fainted. As he went down, the deer rack went flying.

"Don't drop mah rack, guy," she said as she caught it from Ron's flailing hands. "Seriously."

Kim and Joss looked at both of their fiancées: one official, and one official in everything but the ring, and both flat on their backs passed out with grins on their faces.

"Men," Joss said finally.

"Amen, sister," Kim responded.

"Ice cream?"

"Strawberry or chocolate?" Kim grinned.

"Chocolate for me, of course, cousin," Joss replied, and they stepped over the bodies on their way to the elevator.

"And, maybe you can tell me why you gave mah Wade an R-rated flash, Cuz," Joss stated as she called the elevator.

"I'm thinking I want some chocolate, too, Joss," Kim commented as the elevator door opened and they stepped in.

"CUZ! NO CHOCOLATE FORYOU!" and the door closed to laughter.

"Wade, my man, you are one lucky dog," Ron said over my shoulder.

"Besides the obvious reason, Ron, why?" I turned, and he was stroking Joss' deer rack in my office.

"She's a deadly weapon in sooo many ways, Wade, not the least of which is that whip she uses."

"Lucky for me, she's only demonstrated it on me once: she sliced my leather belt into four pieces in seconds, and I didn't see her moves until I ran the recording in super-slow-motion," and we went on discussing the Possible women in our lives….

- - - - - - -

"But, I'll tell you one thing, Ron: I'm so sore, I think my bruises are bruised with bruises."

"Did she count, Wade?"

"Yea, what's up with that?"

"She did that to me the first time we sparred: it's her way to destabilize you by showing you that she does actually know 16 different kinds of Kung Fu.

"Well, my body knows 18 different kinds of pain," I said, rubbing my right forearm after Kung Fu number 11 landed several kicks on that arm.

"Ron?" Kim stuck her head into my office, and she looked real embarrassed.

"Yes, my KP?"

'Damn, he's smooth.'

"Ron, I'm…I'm…I'm real sorry for making a fool of myself today.

"Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, KP: we're golden," Ron replied.

"Can I make it up to you?" she purred as she moved oh so sexily over to Ron, and leaned her head against his shoulder, looking up with him with the secret weapon. PDP IN THE HOLD!

"Oh, I think you can, KP," he replied with the 'Ron grin;' it was almost as persuasive as the PDP, and he leaned down and kissed her nose.

"Wade, we'll see you in the morning," and Ron's voice faded as they left my office and closed the door, and there was giggling coming from outside.

I heard them walk away, and then I opened the right bottom file drawer in my desk and pulled out a folder that I'd brought up months ago from home.

It had a single word at the folder label tab:

Retribution.

I thumbed the lock, and my print opened the sealed folder and revealed a DVD. I slid it into the slot in the desk and entered the password when prompted.

There was another knock at the door.

"Come on in, Mel," and I shut down the connection between my desk unit and the wall monitor, and Joss came walking in.

If you could call it that, with what she was wearing…the therapist had arrived, and my muscles ached in anticipation (and from the beating they took). She was carrying a bag with bottles sticking out of it, but I only noticed them because of what they were next to:

She wore a pair of tight, black, tight jean shorts (did I mention that they were tight?) that I knew Slim had never seen: otherwise, he would have burned them and sent the ashes into space. What it did for her legs….I grabbed my chest out of self-preservation: I sure didn't want to grab anything else of mine! Her legs were glorious, her calves were glorious, and her thighs were glorious…

She had on the workout slippers that she had worn earlier today: she even make those look good!

I moved up, and I smiled, both inside and out.

Her sweatshirt was so form-fitting that it made me sweat: it was oh, so tight (and I so wanted to be that sweatshirt!).

No curve on her body was left untouched.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder: lucky shoulder.

oh. man…

oh, my, goodness, Joss was wearing just a hint of lipstick (and I mentally licked my lips in antici…pation!), and…I took a deep breath and fell in love all over again:

Joss was wearing perfume!

It was glorious.

It was Obsessed! for Young Women….

oh, man…

"Hey, Wade," was her sultry greeting as she poured herself over to me and kissed me.

Her lips tasted of strawberries, both her and the lipstick.

I touched her lips with my tongue, and she touched my tongue with hers with just a flit that disappeared almost before it had happened.

That was more than we had ever done before, and we knew to stop then because we didn't think we could stop if we kept going; well, I wasn't sure about me, anyway….

She hugged me even tighter

She felt sooo good.

It hurt sooo good.

ow…Ow…OW….and I physically winced.

"Wade! Are you hurt?" She pulled back and looked into my soul with her blue eyes. She knew I was hurting, and I knew that she was there to help.

"Just a bit: I got all 16 from Kim," I told her, and she grimaced: she knew what I meant.

I winced as I sat back down: it hurt to stand; it hurt to sit; it just hurt all over.

She sat in my lap and put my hand on top of her shorts, and moved it off of and onto the material. I had died and gone to Heaven, again: two Possible women this close to me made today a day I'd never forget, for as long as I lived, and after.

"Someone likes that," she purred.

"Do you need a rub, Wade? I can get those knots out, you know," she smiled, and I grinned, and she processed her words…

"A back Rub, Mr. Naughty Mind," she grinned and claimed the title of Miss Naughty Mind with that look.

Ron was right: I was in serious trouble for the rest of my life.

"Uh….sure, Joss: where?"

"I reserved one of the therapy rooms on 4 below, Wade," and she took my hand and pulled me up and out of my office and to the elevator door.

"I know you'll feel better after this rub, Wade," she stated as the door opened.

"I know I will," she added with a giggle as we stepped in.

I loved her giggle.

"And, I still love strawberries," and I grabbed her glorious bottom and pinched, ever so lovingly.

She yelped as the door closed, and I grinned.

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I woke up the next morning to Stephanie's music, and I looked over for Lucky, but he wasn't there…

I wasn't at home: I was at the ranch.

I raised my head, and my neck ached, but nowhere near as much as it had before I went to bed. I hadn't slept this well in months, then I remembered why….

Joss had massaged all of the knots and sore muscles for almost two hours (get your minds out of the gutter: it was all PG…well, except for my thoughts, but that's not important….), and I almost couldn't get off the table. Joss helped me out of the bunker and back to my room, and she helped me get my shirt off (yes, she saw me shirtless: she'd seen that before at the pool, so no comments, please!). She kissed me good night, and she left before I changed into my PJs (with a great deal of pain!) and fell, exhausted, into bed.

I hated that alarm that I built into the PosComm. The time display said 6:50 AM MST.

I rolled over, and I shouldn't have: the muscles all complained, but nowhere near what they were doing last night.

There was a light rapping at my door, and I swore off the Poe puns and said "come in," and there was my angel, again, but she looked disgustingly happy and filled of energy (or full of something, I suspected…but that's not important….), and Joss in a workout outfit looking like that was soooo not fair.

"Mornin,' Wade! Ready for more?"

I barely got the pillow off the bed to throw it at her, and she laughed as it landed at my feet, not even making it off the bed.

"Why?" I groaned.

"Remember, Wade, we've got 6 more days of this before Kim and Ron have to go back to school," and I wished I had the Tempus Simia to move forward and avoid what was coming the next 6 days.

'oh, man….'

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By day three, I wasn't as sore, but Joss was after this workout with Ron, so I got to return the favor with a two-hour rub.

I wanted to be her muscle knots, just so I could be that much closer to her..

She went to bed, and I went and stood in an ice-water cold shower for 30 minutes.

Kim was a tough and firm but fair teacher: she'd gotten over the soccer coaching fiasco and was really helping me along. I now understood the reason for the stretching and why she and Joss had such an easier time than Ron and I: cheerleading and dance and gymnastics, once again, come to the rescue for the ladies.

The really interesting discussion came on day 5:

We were taking a break in the afternoon when Kim finally asked me why I had the throwing knives.

"Three reasons, Kim:

"The throwing knives allow me to be able to do some damage while also being threatening enough.

"There are too many guns out there with African-American males, and I could also be a guaranteed target if I pulled a gun, no matter who the officers were,

"Most importantly, Kim, I'm not carrying a rifle or a pistol: it scares me too much to do that, not because of the weapon, but because of what I'd do, which is go after Stephanie's killers."

Kim looked at me with those big green pools, and a single tear snuck out of her right eye,

"Wade, I didn't know that you hurt that much," and she took my hands in hers.

"Kim, the same thing will happen if someone really hurts you. The only difference is that Ron won't leave any parts for me to hurt, because there won't be any parts left," I told her, and she smiled through her tear.

"Same back at'ya, Wade: anyone hurts you, they answer to me," she replied.

"Assuming Joss leaves you any parts bigger than a drop to find, Kim," I replied, and she smiled.

Then, I honked her kneecap and jumped up.

"Oh, you are so going down, Doctor," she growled and smiled.

"Bring it, big sis," and I gave her three fingers.

"Oooo, three fingers," and she charged me and put me on my butt in under 3 seconds.

"That's seven, Wade," she grinned as she pulled me up. "You're getting better: you were at seven before lunch yesterday," and we went back at it.

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(Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable, Esquire)

KP and I went over to the Command Center the sixth day that we were there to see Mel, sign some pictures for her, and find out just what she wanted to talk to us about.

After we signed the pictures (KP, me, and Wade), much to the delight of Jocelyn and Agents Carlos and Casey (I almost envied Jocelyn: being that young and that happy and energetic all the time: I was old, and I didn't have that much energy now that I was 18), we went into one of the conference rooms. Wade scanned for bugs, and then we (including Jocelyn) sat down and began after getting a coffee or hot chocolate.

"Kim, Ron, have you ever encountered any of your supervillians with drug cartel contacts?"

"We haven't seen anything like that, Mel," Kim replied. "Ron, do you remember anything?"

"No, KP: other than the moodulators," and I grinned, "we haven't run across anything that came close to, or even resembled, mind-altering drugs; well, except for the meat cakes."

"RON!"

I have no idea why meat cakes vex me so….

"Why do you ask, Mel?"

"There's entirely too much product flowing south from Canada to have it be one of our regular players, and Canadian Drug Operations Group/Enforcement has no idea who it is. Joe suggested that we talk to you about it."

"How is Joe?" Kim lit up when Mel mentioned her mentor that she fought with all the time until the chips were down with Drakken and the Great Lakes….

"He's fine, Kim: he wanted to see you himself, but he got caught in another case."

"The reason that we think that there's so much money involved is because we keep catching them, and the physical amount of product has never been larger or more varied: if you can get stoned or high or down or anything else, it's coming, and we've collected a bunch of it.

"We've also found large weapons caches, and these aren't the typical mountain men stockpiles: C4, .50 caliber long rifles by the score, detonators, and even some BC materials, but that's not for public consumption: the amount were so small that they had to be transport tests: nothing could have happened if any of them had been released.

"Wade, here," and she looked at him, and Jocelyn was positively beaming, "has provided us with so much good intelligence that we've been forced to share," and Mel grinned evilly. "Idaho and Wyoming and North Dakota are extremely happy and envious: they want to know our sources, and we won't tell them!

"The other reason that Wade and Jocelyn are so 'happy' that you two came up to train them is that we won't let them participate in any activities associated with raids until they've passed training to your approval," and Kim and I looked at each other, surprised: we didn't know anything about this!

"WADE!"

"JOCELYN!'

"oops," came out of both of their mouths.

"We've got a few more years, Kim, before we participate in active raids: we're not doing anything until we get older; we just want to sit in the vans during a raid and see the bag guys be taken away," was Jocelyn's answer.

Wade just smiled.

"We're concentrating on the S&R to start, Kim: that's always been the plan. You never know, however, what you're gonna run into at any time, so it's best to be prepared, don't you think?" and she just stared at him.

"Wade," she smiled.

I knew that smile: boy, was he in trouble!

"Wade," she repeated, and he obviously knew the smile, as well, because he gulped, "you get my cousin hurt, and I'm putting you in a probe myself," and she stared at him for a few moments to make sure that her message came across and was received.

"No issues, Kim. Slim's already on board, and he agrees with you and me: that's why we're starting with S&R up here: there's a need with the ranchers and the mountain climbers in winter, and the authorities need our help."

"Good, because I'd hate to have to explain to Ryan and Rachel why you have a space probe stuck up your-"

"KIM!" came from Jocelyn, and she had a big grin on her face. "I didn't know you were into that: how about whips?" and an evil grin crossed Jocelyn's face.

"JOSS!"

I was watching Mel out of the corner of my eye: she was trying unsuccessfully to keep smile off of her face, but the last comment was to much, and she burst out laughing.

Everyone turned and stared at her.

When she finally was able to stop, she looked at all of us.

"And, how long have you four been married to each other?" she laughed. "You sound like two old married couples, 15-20 years strong.

"I feel sorry for the bad guys, Kim, if all four of you ever totally hook up: there'll be hell to pay, and you'll all be having too much fun taking them all down to care what they think.

"Actually, you all sound like my husband and I when we have 'lively discussions,' but we have a great making-up plan," Mel smiled.

"We do, too, Mel," I replied, and Kim glared at me for a second, then laughed.

"Yea, I kinda like it, too," Kim added, and she leaned over and kissed me.

"Works for me," Joss added, and she leaned over and kissed Wade.

Wade had no complaints.

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"Has anyone seen Slim and Betty lately? I know we've been busy, but I don't remember seeing them since we got out of the cars." We were walking out of Mel's temporary office, having finished up after the Mel 'old married couples' discussions and some more conversations about the supervillians that yielded no results.

"Lookin' for us?" and they came walking into the Command Center, holding hands.

"Daddy! Momma2!" Jocelyn yelled and ran over, hugging Slim and Betty with one big grab. Betty had a huge grin on her face: I think that motherhood will look good on her (of course, anything would look good on Betty, but I certainly wasn't going to let my beloved know that!).

"We've been back in DC, actually," and Betty grinned even more, and Rebecca Jane and Arnold came over after she waved them over to us.

"Claudia Rose is not happy with me, Wade," she stated, still grinning.

"What did you do to my chess partner, Betty?" and Mel and Arnold looked like they'd been shot: they obviously hadn't heard the chess stories, yet.

"Nothing, Wade: she's just going to have to find a new aide, that's all," was her entirely-too-happy response, and Jocelyn clapped her hands.

"You stole Lindsey, didn't you?"

"Well, actually, I didn't steal Lindsey: she requested a transfer to a Naval liaison role with Global Justice, and I accepted her request pending Claudia Rose's approval. I had to go and meet with her, so Slim and I went," and she squeezed his hand and Slim smiled. He had been doing a lot of that since I first met him here months ago, but it seemed like years had gone by, with everything that had happened since that first meeting.

"Claudia wouldn't let her go unless she got something in return-" and Wade interjected:

"So, you gave her Will?" and he and Kim both grinned.

"No, I didn't," and they both turned their smiles upside down, "but I did get her to agree on some other things that don't impact me near as much as having Lindsey come over, so she finally conceded,"

"So, who's her liaison officer for you, Betty," Rebecca Jane grinned: she must know something.

"Will Du," and both Kim and Wade groaned, and Rebecca Jane laughed, and both Wade and Kim looked at her like she had just turned into DNAmy.

"Do you think that she'll let him get away with anything, considering who she's been working for?" Betty asked, grinning.

"Besides, I think he may be planning some changes in his ways, based on the look in his eye when he saw her picture," and Arnold and Rebecca Jane both laughed, and Wade and Kim thought for a moment and then got it.

"By the way, Director," Arnold stood, "Please allow me to congratulate you on your upcoming change in status," he grinned. "Doctor Possible, I congratulate you on your excellent decision-making abilities," and Arnold smiled at both of them, both now blushing.

"No trout for you, Betty," I said, and Betty gave me the PDP, and both Jocelyn and Kim laughed.

"So, you're trying to disprove the genetics vs. environmental discussions, huh, Betty?" Kim asked, grinning.

"Dinner tonight is business dress and above," I announced dinner wardrobe, "so semi-formal and formal are ok, as well, so dress accordingly: uniforms are acceptable, but no jump-suits, so spread the word, everybody." I loved being the chef: I could make the rules that I wanted, and no one complained, or it was no soup for them!

"I found a herd of buffalo steaks in your freezer a few days ago, Slim, and they looked lonely, so I've been marinating them for a few days. The ranch has been drooling ever since I told them that 'the chef' was preparing a going-away dinner for tonight.

"The main course is chicken-fried buffalo steaks with some whisker-curled curly fries. We're also having a winter greens salad with my special RDS vinaigrette and a baby corn soup for starters, garlic-basil stir-fried green beans, homemade dinner rolls, and strawberry flan for dessert.

"And, for you, Jocelyn," and she grinned and clapped her hands together in pure glee, "'Wadeshine,' made with both white and dark chocolate."

"Well, Ron, then, wouldn't the white chocolate strawberries be 'Joss-shine?'" Wade grinned, and Jocelyn blushed redder than the strawberries. "Spankin,'" he added, and Slim and Betty both burst out laughing as Wade took off running, followed by a faux-angry Jocelyn.

"Geniuses at play," Slim commented, and Betty leaned over and kissed him.

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(Dr. Wade Load)

Ron wanted dress-up for a reason, and I hit the mother lode:

The workout queen was gone, and the young woman was back: I liked them both, but I really liked this vision; er, version, that is….

Joss wore a simple pleated long cognac-colored black-trimmed skirt with a slit up the right leg that ended below her hip, but not much below it. She had on her tall boots, and they matched her skirt color perfectly. I mentally drooled: her legs, those boots: a match truly made up above.

I moved up, and I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.

Her white blouse was oh so tight and oh-so-full, and it left nothing to the imagination: either she's had a sudden growth spurt in the last few hours, or she was profiting again from Rebecca Jane's help. A green scarf around her neck accented her blouse and her hair.

I owed Rebecca Jane my first-born son for whatever magic she had done.

No curve on her body was left untouched, and I was jellin' over her clothes: I wanted to be them.

She'd re-done her hair since the workout, and what she'd done left me to drool: flippy, but not too flippy.

I loved flippy, and she knew it.

oh. man…

Joss wore a little bit more lipstick than she had had on before, just a hint-plus of lipstick (and I mentally licked my lips again in antici…pation!), she had waved the blush brush at her face (maybe it was embarrassed to be near her: she sure showed it up!), and did I mention the lipstick?

and…I took a deep breath and fell in love all over again:

Joss was wearing perfume again!

It was glorious. It was the same brand: Obsessed! for Young Women….

I looked over at the other people already here, and I wanted to cheer!

They were all staring at Joss as she walked over to me, and we kissed.

I love lipstick.

I love strawberries.

I love kissing Joss.

I love Andrea Jocelyn Possible.

"Joss?" a familiar voice came from behind her, and I looked over her shoulder and smiled.

Jennifer Battle, Joss' BFGF, had arrived with her new beau, and she was dressed to the nines. She wore a simple blue dress that hugged her quite well, and her heels were clicking as she walked. She got some of the agents' attention away from Joss, and I didn't complain about that.

The medium-height, well-built blonde gentlemen with her knew how to treat a lady: he was escorting her properly, him in a navy-blue suit with a white banded-collar shirt, his arm cradling her, and his attention only on her: a feat quite daunting for a 13 to 15-year old male with Joss and Kim Possible in the room.

"Jen!" Joss called, and she and her young man came over to us.

"Jennifer Battle: it is indeed a pleasure to see you again," and I bowed and kissed her hand, also watching the BF's reaction: good, he didn't see me as a threat, but Jen giggled..

"Wade, this is Stephen Michael Lopez, my new boyfriend. Stephen, this is Dr. Wade Load of Team Possible, Joss' boyfriend."

"Steven, may I congratulate you on your exquisite taste in young ladies."

"Dr. Load," and he extended his hand, and we shook: no macho gripping: good.

"Wade, please," I replied, and he nodded.

"Wade, then. I'm a big fan of yours and your exploits with Team Possible."

"Thank you, sir," and we both grinned.

"Let's grab a seat before the agents try to steal the ladies away from us," I suggested, and he nodded.

"I don't think they'll have a chance with Jennifer, and I'm prepared to fight for and to keep milady," and we walked over to the table with Slim, Betty, Rebecca Jane, Arnold, Kim, and a spot for Ron (and a plate for Rufus, who had already started readying his knife and fork.).

"That's Kim, isn't it?" Jen whispered to Joss as we sat down.

"Yes: she and Ron came up after Christmas," she replied, and Jen perked up.

"Is he here? Joss, you didn't tell me he was here. Do I look all right? Is my lipstick smeared?" Jen was wound up tighter than a coiled Dr. D doomsday spring.

"Miss Battle, on you, lipstick is a waste with your beauty," and she looked up and saw Ron in his chef's outfit, holding out his hand, then taking hers and kissing it. She started her red conversion, and she giggled, again.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Jennifer. You are indeed as lovely as Wade and Jocelyn described," and she just giggled even more and turned even redder.

"And, you, sir?" Ron asked of Stephen, who had stood when Ron first spoke to Jen.

"Stephen Lopez, Mr. Stoppable: I'm one of your biggest fans," and Stephen was grinning like Jen as he shook Ron's hand. "I'm Jennifer's date for the evening," he added.

"You should make that your permanent goal, Stephen, before she gets picked up by another," Ron replied, nodding his head towards Jen.

"That's my goal, sir, and I want to get there, but it'll take some time: I owe her the best that I can deliver."

"Right answer, sir, right answer.

"Let me get back and bring out the soup and salads. Miss Battle, Mr. Lopez," he nodded and went back into the kitchen.

"Jen, you almost started a drool spool, GF," Joss stage-whispered, and Stephen grinned.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to step up my game if Ron's the competition that I'm being measured against," Stephen replied, and he reached down and took Jen's hand.

"Have you seen Fletch, Joss?" Jen asked as she began to un-red a bit.

"Wade and I are going tomorrow; I've been training with Ron all week," Joss replied.

"What's for dinner?" Jen asked.

"Not Ron," Joss dead-panned, and we all laughed as Ron burst thru the doors rolling a massive cart piled high with the start of a wonderful last-night dinner.

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"Well," I said, standing in the airport with Slim, Betty, and Joss. Kim and Ron had moved over and given us some private time; they'd already said their goodbyes to everyone.

"Deep subject," was Slim's response, and Betty slapped at him.

I don't know about you, Joss, but I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be; of course, I had visions of body casts, so this is an improvement," and Betty chuckled.

"Slim, as always, a pleasure to stay here.".

"Wade, it's a pleasure to have you here. Come back and harass Mel some more," Slim grinned and shook my hand.

"Joss," and she took my breath away as she kissed me, the pulled back.

"Come back, mister: we've got more training to do," she said as she squeezed my hand, then grabbed me and hugged me real tight.

"Thank you, my forever love," she whispered into my ear, then licked it and stepped back with a big grin on her face.

"I will always come back to you, Jocelyn, because I will always love strawberries," and I kissed her cheek, turned, and walked down the ramp to the plane, trailing behind Kim and Ron.

Kim turned around with a grin on her face.

"Wade, come up here: I'm tired of you staring at my butt."

"Yea, Wade. Besides, that's my job," Ron replied, and I moved up as she yelled:

"RON!" and leaned over and kissed him.

"Do I get one for staring, Kim?" I asked, grinning, and she kissed my cheek.

"Let's go, partners," as we each offered her an arm, and the three of us walked arm-in-arm down the hall and boarded the plane back to Middleton.

It had been a good week, but it had been too quiet: Motor Ed solved that for us after we landed.

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Author's afterward:

2006: The year ended with presents for everyone.

2007: The first week of the year started with goodness, had a few ouches, and ended farily well for everyone.

A very special set of thanks:

Two writers provided immense contributions to me in the construction of this chapter, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention them and their contributions:

Pharaoh Rutin Tutin, for sending me down the 'Love Boat' path with Ron after his read of my Intermezzi with Ron and Justine's early 'dates' and their dinner at the ranch.

Whitem, for his wicked sense of humor and offering up of the 'rack 'em up' original scene idea that I then expanded upon; a good portion of what's here is still his unique sense of humor ("Joss! They're so… big!" and "Can I… touch them?" Ron asked).

Thank you, gentlemen, for giving up these great ideas and making an old man laugh out loud more times than expected (although Kim is still ticked at you, whitem, for setting her up, so be wary at the Fannies...).

Preview:

Questions:

Three, this time:

How did the drug bust go, and what happened after that original event where Wade almost changed outfits from Meezod to vertical black-and-white stripes?

How are Jocelyn's classes going?

What do the three have to do with each other?

Answer: Quite a bit:

DCI's been busy, and Mel comes to Colorado to talk to Wade, Kim, and Ron about some connections as well as Wade's parents about what's happening due to their son's involvement..

Classes, cheerleading, barrel racing, and friends keep a girl busy, especially when Joss has a wedding to plan for, 8 years from now: you can never plan far enough ahead..

Unfortunately, all of these events, and more, come together in ways that none of them have expected or could have foreseen.

Drugs comes into the lives of the students full-bore in chapter six of Training Table Blues: Drug Busts, and Schoolwork Blues

For all of the Jade fans:

Thanks for your support all last year, and I promise to deliver more to you this year.

Thanks again for reading, and please review.

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