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Nobility
Chapter 13 School Lunch
Bonnie stopped at her locker before she headed to the cafeteria for lunch. As she stepped through the door she spotted Ron and Kim at their usual table with Monique and Felix. The unusual thing was Tara was sitting there too. The blond girl stood and waved her over.
"What's up?" Bonnie asked as she approached the group. "I'll need to get my food before I can join you."
"No you won't," Tara giggled. "Ron spent his free period this morning in the Home Ec. room and made us all lunch. Sit down and dig in."
Bonnie looked over the heaping platters in the middle of the table. "Wow Ron Ron, that's quite a feast."
"KP and me got the good news right after our first period," Ron said beaming. "Wade called."
"Wade told us Dementor was captured yesterday evening when he tried to enter Henchco Industries to order some new henchmen," Kim inform the brunette. "The Bavarian Bastard, as you so colorfully called him, didn't put up a fight and went quietly so we have a free weekend all to ourselves. That's the reason we're celebrating, although the feast was already in the making before we got the news."
"I also hear we have something else to celebrate," Monique chimed in. "The word in the hall is you took down Queen Bethany and disbanded the Food Chain in under two minutes. That girl, has to be an all-time World'sRecord."
"But that just..." Bonnie uttered as she looked at the door and pointed in total confusion. "That just happened a few minutes ago. How'd you know about it already?"
"You think you're the only one who has this school wired B?" Kim asked with a giggle. "I think Monique has secret microphones hidden all around the halls and classrooms. That's the only way I can figure she knows what she knows when she knows it."
"Here ya go," Ron said as he pushed a plate full of food over as Bonnie sat down. "Remember Bon Bon, you're eating for two now."
"But don't get too fat," Felix added. "I like the shape you're in and I don't think you should go overboard."
"You keep out of this Sweetie," Monique said sharply as she slapped the boy's arm. "You're mine now and I won't have you flirting with another girl."
"Who's flirting?" Felix shot back innocently. "I'm just saying Bonnie looks good and she doesn't have to eat like a pig. She should eat properly and only gain the amount of weight she needs for her baby."
"Uh Huh!" Monique crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. "That's not what I heard comin out of your mouth."
The two teens started to argue with Monique doing most of the aggressive talking and Felix playing defense. Bonnie picked up a piece of fried chicken and took a bite as she watched the show. As she chewed her chicken she leaned over to Ron and quietly asked, "Do those two usually go at it like this?"
"Yeah." Ron nervously laughed. "Ever since they decided to go steady this summer they've been arguing like cats and frogs during the day and going at it like bunnies at night." He took a bite of his baby back ribs and wiped his mouth. "I think they'll get married before the semester is over."
"Oh Ron Ron," Bonnie salivated as she sporked a mouthful of side salad, "this is marvelous cole slaw. What store did you get it from?"
"It's not from any store," Kim said wiping her mouth. "Ron made it. Isn't it delicious?"
"I'll say," Bonnie agreed as she sporked another mouthful. "And the chicken is super too. Do you guys eat this well often?"
Kim grabbed Ron's arm and nestled over to him. "Only when we can smuggle in the ingredients. Otherwise it's the usual lunchroom fare or a spare granola bar I keep in my locker."
"Ummm!" Bonnie moaned as she gnawed at a rib bone, "this sauce is excellent! When did you have time to do baby back ribs? Don't they take like hours to prepare?"
"They only uses the Home Ec. room once or twice a week," Ron said smiling around a cob of corn, "so when it's empty I go in when I first get to school and start boilin the ribs. Then between second and third periods I stick em in the oven. Just after third period I slather the sauce and let em slow cook some more. They're ready when I stop by on my way to the lunchroom and, Voila!"
"That's ingenious Ron Ron!" Bonnie praised as she took a sip from a can of soda. Bonnie's eye's lit up when she tasted the liquid. The can slowly left her lips and she smiled. "Since when does beer come in a soda can?"
"Oh that!" Kim tittered. "We kinda like something stronger with our baby back ribs and repackage our beverages. It was Felix' idea really, but we only do it when we have the ribs."
"Ribs and brew somehow seem to go together," Ron added. "Anyway, Felix got the knowhow and his Cyber Robotics chair does the rest. Just don't get drunk and spill the refried beans."
"Oh I won't," Bonnie swore as she crossed her heart. "This lunch is too good to put the Kibosh on for future meals and my doctor said I shouldn't drink too much with a baby on the way. She told me an occasional drink wouldn't hurt it during the first trimester. I'm not much of a beer person anyway."
The three looked over to the arguing couple and saw the steam of the debate was quickly dissipating and an illegal PDA was on the way.
Bonnie peered over at her blond girlfriend who was finishing off her corn on the cob. "What about you T. You haven't said a word since I sat down at the table."
"I haven't said anything because I've been eating." Tara giggled and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Ever since I found out about their little picnics, I've been sneaking over to Kim and Ron's table and pigging out when they eat like this."
"Tara has always been welcome at our table," Kim winced and shrank in on herself in slight embarrassment. "If you had come over with her and minded your tongue, well, we would have welcomed you too."
"You mean I could have been eating fine food instead of the slop they've been serving us," Bonnie begged in amazement, "and all I had to do was give up the Food Chain and be nice to you?"
"You wouldn'ta had to be nice to us all the time or give up the Food Chain," Ron shied back defensively, "but if you woulda been nice to us during lunchtime we woulda let you sit in at what we like to call the Secret Senior's Table."
"You are a Senior after all and we always look after our own," Kim said discretely.
"I guess it was all my fault," Bonnie sighed as she pushed the half can of 'soda' over to Ron. "I got so caught up in the Food Chain and our rivalry here at school I sort of lost sight of what's really important. It's the friendships I've made," she patted Tara's hand then looked lovingly at the heroic couple, "and the ones that happened too late that are really important."
"What do you mean too late," Kim queried. "Ron and I aren't going anywhere soon."
"Aren't you going off to some foreign college?" Bonnie begged pointing at the redhead. "I thought I heard you had applied to schools in France and England amongst other places."
"Yes I did," Kim blushed, "and I've been accepted to all of them. It's just that I've decided to stick closer to home. All the classes I need are at Upperton University and Ron has been accepted at the Middleton University of Culinary Knowledge so..."
"So your going to Up U," Bonnie asked pointing at Kim, then she turned to Ron, "and you're going to MUCK this fall? You'll both be living at home and commuting to college while running off at the drop of a hat to take down the bad guys?"
"Actually," Kim said as she folded her hands on the table, "the bad guys haven't been escaping as much and things have slowed down, Villain-wise that is. The prisons have been getting a lot better at foiling the escapes and Ron and I are almost out of the hero business. I've had more babysitting jobs from the website than calls to save the world this last month."
"Does that mean you might actually get to have a normal life," Tara queried as she finally pushed her plate piled high with rib and chicken bones away.
"We hope so." Kim linked hands with Ron. "And that means we can start looking for a home to raise a family in."
"It kinda depends on our parents," Ron said as he squeezed his wife's hands. "Both our Moms are wanting grandkids as soon as possible but they don't want to let us go. Empty Nest Syndrome and/or Separation Anxiety verses their desires to let us live on our own and maybe baby a baby again. Mom's got Hanna but she wants Kim and me to start a family like yesterday."
"Just imagine," Kim tittered, "Hanna and her niece or nephew could only be a few years apart in age."
"If business is as slow as you say it is," Tara chirped with a giggle, "Bonnie's baby and yours would have a smaller age difference and you could babysit for each other."
"We haven't decided if we're ready to have children yet," Kim said warily. "I still haven't decided what I want to do after college."
"What do you mean K," Bonnie asked, perplexed. "Didn't you just say Up U had all the classes you need?"
Kim leaned back in her seat and frowned. "It's not so much the courses I want to take as it's, well, the course I want to take with my life. When I almost lost Ron to you it got me thinking. If I pursued my initial intent to become an International Diplomat it would take me away from Ron for days, weeks or months at a time. I was just about lost when I didn't have him around from Saturday night through Monday afternoon. I mean I could barely concentrate on my homework Saturday night. I half expected the phone to ring or see his head pop around a doorway or some other thing to happen to brighten my day. And Rufus wasn't there to eat half my food! I never want that to happen again." Kim looked lovingly at the naked mole rat almost buried in chicken and rib bones.
"I can kinda understand that," Bonnie said in deep contemplation. "You two have been virtually inseparable for your entire lives and go together like peaches and cream. No, actually you two are like a violin and bow. Kim the violin, is plucky and okay on her own but she needs her bow, Ron, to make beautiful music and be complete."
"Yeah," Kim tittered in realization, "I like that analogy. Anyway, I did a little thinking when Ron wasn't around and came to the conclusion that I'd rather stick close to him for the rest of my life than try to fulfill some fantasy of saving the world from itself. The hero business was fun while it lasted but it's just about over now and it's time to move on to other things. I'll probably take a few college classes but I'm thinking I should settle down and become a Domestic Engineer."
"But what if Drakken or one of the other villains escape?" Tara begged.
"If the threat is really dire," Kim said with a smirk, "Ron and I would go out and stop it, as long as I'm not full-blown pregnant at the time. Global Justice is starting to be more effective and they can handle most of the villainous stuff that goes down." Kim sighed as a resoluteness settled on her countenance. "If I'm pregnant at the time, I guess living under one of the bad guy's rule wouldn't be too bad. If it gets too harrowing, Ron, the kids and I could always go live in our mountain cabin out of harms way."
"You'd let a bad man like Drakken or Dementor take over the world?" Bonnie begged, taken aback.
"Yeah, I guess," Kim shrugged. "I mean after a few months it would all fall apart anyway. Drakken is so self-foiling he wouldn't be able to rule for very long if he ever got the chance, and the other baddies wouldn't last more than three or four months tops before the world would rally together and they'd be taken down. Shego's the only one I fear. If she ever decided to strike out on her own she could complete take over and not be taken down. As long as Shego is happy being under contract to Drakken I think we're safe."
"Could you handle a life without all the thrills and excitement of world travel and dangerous missions?" Bonnie begged. "Wouldn't that bore you to death?"
Ron wrapped an arm around his wife and smiled his goofy grin. "She's Kim Possible. She can do anything."
Kim snuggled into the one-armed embrace. "No Sweetie. I'm Kim Stoppable now but I can still do anything, including support my Master Chef husband and be a good Wife and Mother."
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Friday noon rolled around and the two blonds, one brunette and one redhead met at Kim's locker as they had arranged. Kim sighed before she opened her locker and turned on her computer.
Wade's smiling face appeared on the monitor. "Hey guys, what's up?"
"Wade," Kim said and sighed again setting herself for any possible bad news, "our four day weekend starts in a couple of hours. I know the Kimmunicator reception up at the cabin is spotty so I'd like to do a roll call and make sure we're free and clear for our mini vacation."
Wade typed for two seconds, swiped his mouse and clicked once. "Okay, ready."
"Dementor."
Wade clicked his mouse and smiled. "Behind bars in the Federal Pen but next month he's being transfered to the Penitentiary Bavarian System." Wade sadly shook his head. "I've hear that PBS is worse than Devil's Island, that their educational re-programming could really screw up your mind."
"Motor Ed."
Wade swiped and clicked. ""He's in the State Penitentiary."
"DNAmy?"
"On loan to the State loony bin while she's being evaluated, but she's under lock and key."
"Duff Killigan."
"He's in solitary in the Loch Ness Correctional Facility. There's no way for him to get any materials to make exploding golf balls so he can't break out."
"Frugal Lucre?"
Wade laughed. "He has his own cell in the State Pen. It seems no one wants to bunk with him for some reason. Rumor has it he talks nonstop until it drives his cell mate insane."
"How about the Seniors?"
"They're on their island," Wade said as he checked a report. "It seems Senor Senior Sr has a new hobby. He decided villainy wasn't cost effective and he's collecting old boats now. He has fifteen different antique yachts moored at the island with more on the way. Oh, and he just put in a bid for the Queen Mary."
"What about Junior?"
Wade's eyes went wide before he fell into a huge belly laugh.
"What?" Ron begged.
"Junior..." Wade laughed a bit more then calmed down. "It looks like Junior is training for the Olympic Giant Slalom. He had a slope cut into the mountain on the island and has sixty snow making machines running twenty four hours a day. You wanna see some the footage? It's hilarious!"
Kim smirked and let out a little chuckle. "Maybe later, we need to get to class shortly. How about Monkey Fist?"
Wade laughed again at the footage running on one of his monitors before swiping the mouse. "Monkey Fist... let's see. Oh. It looks like the Chinese Government has him chained in a cell for violating a sacred temple in the Wuhan District. He's been sentenced to five life terms."
"Is that all?" Ron pondered aloud. "What about Adrenna Lynn?"
"Wow!"
"Wow what Wade?" Kim wondered to her Web Wizard.
"You'll never believe this! She's been completely rehabilitated and released!"
"That I don't believe," Kim said shaking her head. "What's the sitch?"
"G.J. put her on an experimental drug therapy," Wade said as he typed for a second, "and it worked! Adrenna now has a job as a sales clerk in a big department store and she's dating one of the floor managers. It appears she's happy where she is and she's taking her meds by her own volition."
"O-kay," Kim said warily. "Now the big one. What about Drakken?"
Wade swiped his mouse and smiled. "He's buried deep, literally. It seems the Warden got wise and placed Drakken in the most secure cell he could find, ten stories underground. There's no way anyone could break him out."
"And Shego?"
"She's shacked up with Midas the masseuse in Greece," Wade said as he read a report then gasped. "This report says they're engaged!"
"You think they'll invite us to the wedding?" Ron giggled. "If so we need to figure out a gift for them."
Kim crossed her arms and smiled wickedly. "We didn't invite Shego to either of our weddings so I doubt she'll invite us to hers." Kim returned her attention back to Wade. "What about the rest of the minor headaches we occasionally encounter?"
"Camille Leone and the Fashionistas are behind bars making vanity license plates."
"What about Camille's shape shifting power?" Ron asked the Web Meister. "That's how she escaped the last time, by morphing into a guard and walkin out."
"Camille underwent Dr. Beaufox' knife again," Wade said as he leaned back in his chair. "He reversed her morphing abilities and she's back to normal. Well, as normal as a disinherited heiress could be. All the rest of the bad guys like The Mathter, Falsetto Jones and even Aviarius are behind bars and behaving themselves. Even Jack Hench has been taken into custody for aiding and abetting known criminals. G.J. just raided Henchco Industries and it'll take months for them to sift through all the information they've confiscated. It looks like Henchco is out of business for quite a while so you're free and clear for the entire weekend."
All four teens at the locker let out a collective sigh of relief. "Thanks Wade, you rock as always," Kim chimed as a bright smile arose and spread across her face.
"In High Digital Definition," Ron added with a thumbs up.
"Woo Hooooo!" Rufus cheered from his Big Buddy's shoulder.
"I'll try to contact you if anything comes up," Wade said leaning in to his computer and cracking his knuckles, "or I'll send a ride out to pick you up."
"Won't the pilot be able to see us in the buff?" Bonnie begged and absentmindedly covered her breasts with her arms.
"If you're worried about getting peeped on when we're in the hot springs," Ron assured his brunette friend by wrapping an arms around her shoulder," don't. You can hear a helicopter or VTOL coming twenty miles away."
"It happened to us on our last visit," Kim completed Ron's assurance. "We were able to dry off, get dressed and we still had to wait five minutes for the jet to land."
"If you're still worried," Tara said with a smirk, "you can always wear your swim suit. But why would you care? We sit out by your pool all the time in the nude."
"No one can see us there," Bonnie proclaimed. "Nobody can get within a thousand yard of the back property without setting off an intruder alarm."
"And no one can get within ten miles of our posted property," Kim continued her assurance, "without trespassing and the monkey ninjas getting wind of them or setting off a few traps of Ron's devious design."
"I set the traps to keep the bears and mountain lions out of the area," Ron said boastfully, "but the monkey ninjas keep them at bay anyway."
"Well... okay. I guess it will be alright," Bonnie said with a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry guys," Wade guaranteed with a beaming, confident smile, "the four of you won't be disturbed this weekend. I promise."
"Hey!" the naked mole rats harshed at the computer screen.
"Sorry Rufus," Wade apologized, "I mean you five."
"S'no Big," Rufus said with a cheesy grin and wave of the paw.
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Wade's guarantee sounds ominous, doesn't it.