Disclaimer and A/N: The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to Kim Possible. I use the characters and situations for my own enjoyment and no monetary gain. I love the feedback I get from you, both positive and negative. This is an Alternate Universe story that disregards the series time line and StD. I have no idea where this is going, the characters are driving the story since they tell me what to write.

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Chapter 4 Reports

"It's true, it's all true," Ron Stoppable moaned while blushing. He flopped back onto the ratty old red couch that was the only real furniture in the tree house he and Kim had built so many years ago. (Of course they had major help from both of their Fathers.) It use to be their playground. One day it was a fort with Ron the Captain of the troops, the next a castle high in the air and Kim was the Princess (though never in distress.) It sometimes became the command center where they'd launch the rockets they made, just like Kim's Dad. Once in a while it was an office where Ron went to work as a actuary, whatever that was. Now it served as their refuge, their haven, their place to think and talk and escape from the worries of what was becoming their blossoming adult lives. Then too it was still just a really neat place to hang out.

Ron covered his head with his hands, hiding his face. "I have loved you since the day we met back on the playground. You were just so cute with your fiery red pigtails, your freckles and that little button nose. You were so strong and forceful, yet you had a caring vulnerable side you didn't mind showing. I fell in love with you that day and vowed to myself that Rufus and I would protest you from any and all harm. That we'd... that I would stand by your side no matter what. I decided then and there that I would be the best friend you or anyone would ever want or desire. I would have your back and I hoped and prayed you would have mine." His hands fell to his side and he stared at the ceiling and smiled weakly as tears started streaming down his cheeks. "I thank God daily that you've felt the same way about our friendship." He grabbed a rag and blew his nose. "I had alway dreamed that, one day, you might love me the way I love you. But recently that dream had faded cause you didn't see me as boyfriend material, and I finally realized it. When you decide to start dating Josh Monk... Mankey, my heart felt like it was crushed by a steamroller. But, I remembered my vow to always have your back. I decided to support you in your search for your Adonis, or Aphrodite, or whatever you wanted." He laid there, half on the couch, still staring at the ceiling.

Kim curled her legs up to her chin, burying her face in her thighs. She sorrowfully let her own tears soak the blue Capri pants she was wearing. "I had no idea Ron," she squeaked. "All this time I had no idea how strongly you felt toward me." She sniffled a little. "I knew you were my best friend and I could always count on you to be around when I needed you. Whether it was for a mission or just to have someone around like that time I caught that darn cold from the tweebs." Her sobs became more pronounced. "But I used or abandoned you whenever someone or something new and exiting came along!"

She was full out bawling her head off and Ron rolled up to a sitting position, went over and wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. "Kim. That didn't matter to me. I've always only wanted to see you happy."

"How can you love me?!" Kim cried, "I pushed you aside and locked you in a janitors closet for a weekend while I enjoyed the dance with him. I stopped standing up for you when the media mentioned only me on our missions." She shrugged Ron onto the floor and dove to the other end of the couch, burying her face in the dirty old cushion in pure anguish. She wailed, "I've abused your friendship so much over the years!"

Ron got up off the floor and sat gingerly next to her side. He stroked her long auburn hair as he cooed softly, "And I didn't abuse your friendship when I got a new haircut and became popular? Or how about when I got my first Naco check. I practically cut you out of my circle of friends. You had to snare me with a fishing line to pull me out of the cafeteria to go fight Drakken. Or how about the time I started writing for the school newspaper and almost hooked you up with old Brick-head? It seems we've both taken our friendship for granted every once in a while."

Kim sniffled as she sat up on the couch and faced Ron. She stroked his cheek with a hand as she said. "Oh Ron. You sweet, lovable insightful man. You just hit the nail on the head." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a big hug.

"I did?" Ron said, slightly puzzled as he put his arms around her and gently rubbed her back. "What did I say?"

Kim pushed Ron from the embrace but held him at arms length. "You just said that we've both been a bit callous with each other, but we've remained friends through it all. If the turmoil we've been through hasn't destroyed what we have then that's the basis of a strong relationship, or my name isn't Kim Possible."

Ron's goofy grin arose. "Have you checked your birth certificate lately?"

Kim sniffled and laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have. I looked at my birth certificate before I came over here. I pull it out every so often to remind me of where I came from, and to think about where I should be going." She scooted over and sat in his lap, kissing him on the lips. "I like the way you taste," she giggled as they separated. She laid her head against his as she doodled with one hand on his chest. "Now, what I think we should do is renew our friendship and vow never to take advantage of the other, no matter what comes up. What do you think of that?"

Ron put his arms around her waist. "You're asking my opinion? Why? You usually tell me what going to happen and lead the way."

"And that's taking advantage of you," she said, gently poking him in the ribs. "I don't want to do that anymore. I want us to be true partners, not me leading and you tagging along like a love struck puppy."

Ron's whimpering like a young dog made Kim laugh. "Okay Kim," he finally said. "But you know I'm not as smart as you. I like the way you lead."

Kim abruptly stood and slapped him across the face. She yelled, "How dare you say your not smart! Ron Stoppable, if you'd only apply yourself, you could be a straight A student!" Her hands shot to cover her mouth. Her voice became desperate and quivered as she squealed, "Oh God! I'm so sorry Ron, please please forgive me!" She turned and ran to the window of the tree house. Her shoulders shook violently as she leaned on the sill, crying into the setting sun.

Ron rubbed his sore cheek briefly before he stood and walked over to her. He tentatively reached for her shoulders, pulling his hands back not once, but twice before gently laying them on her. She winced at his touch. "KP, we both had major lapses just now. That'll happen." He gently forced her to turn and face him. "It will happen again no matter how much we try to prevent it. It's in our nature. I will always believe I'm not quite good enough for anything and you will always be a bit domineering and forceful." He pulled her chin up to make her look him in the eye. "It's one of the many things I love about you. If you stopped, I wouldn't push myself to be better, and if I didn't put myself down, you wouldn't push me to do better."

Kim buried herself in his chest, squeezing him so hard he could barely breath. She sniffled, "Ron, that's the second most convoluted thing I've heard come out of your mouth... and it's so true." She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. "How did you become so insightful?"

Ron looked down into Kim's tear glistening, emerald green orbs. "I have no idea. It might be a natural talent, or maybe it rubbed off from my best friend who's usually very smart and insightful herself."

Kim ground her hips with his. "Ron," she purred, "this talk and your insight has gotten me a bit... randy. Make love to me, please." She stood on her tip toes and started to French kiss him.

Ron enjoyed the kiss while it lasted and licked his lips after. "Kim, I would so, SO love to make sweet love to you right now. My hormones are..." He pushed her to arms length. "But my mind says I have three reasons not to do it. One..."

Kim cut him off as she looked at the floor. "Because you're afraid what it would do to our friendship. I believe our relationship could survive a nuclear blast. Two, you signed a contract with your folks that says you wouldn't have sex before you're married. I have the same contract with my parents." She looked into his eyes. "And the third reason is, I just found out about Monkey boy's sexual preference. Us doing it would only prove him wrong about me being gay. At least in my mind."

"Riiiight."

"So that leave going all the way out of the question," she stroked his face with a gently hand. "Thank you for reminding me. But we can still get to third base if you want."

"Are you asking me KP?"

Kim looked back at the floor and swirled a foot around in circles. "I'm asking my new best partner if he'd like to make out with me, and not go as far as putting his... thing, in my..." She giggled like a school girl, which she is.

Ron wrapped his arms around her and gently started to pull her crop top off. "If you're asking, I think that wouldn't violate our contract with our parents." He pulled her shirt over her head and fondled her bare pointy breasts. She unfastened his pants and they dutifully fell to the floor.

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It was a beautiful Thursday night at the Renton's backyard pool. Ron leapt the fence and started to take off his clothes as he walked over to the side of the pool. "Hey guys, how's it going?" He stripped off his boxers and laid next to his naked wife, Tara. He kissed her passionately.

She giggled as the kiss broke. "Why are you in such a good mood? Not that I mind."

"Sorry to tell you, love of my life," he pecked at her lips, "but Kim and I are now an item. We just got a bit hot and heavy in the tree house." He kissed Tara on the lips again. "But we're not going to go all the way until we're married. Parental contracts and all that."

Tara pushed him back to arms length. "I don't mind you making out with Kim, I might make a play for her myself sometime," she mused. "But what happened to change her mind?" she giggled again, and dove in to inflict a hickey on his hairless chest.

A bare-butt Bonnie chimed in as she came from the cabana with a fresh bottle of wine and a clean glass for Ron. "Kim found out about Josh's gayness and made a play for Ron. It's all over school if you'd pay attention." She poured the wine into Ron's glass, topped off Tara's and filled her own before sitting down in the lounge chair next to the blond couple.

"Yeah," Ron said. "We had a heart to heart and I decided to go for it. I didn't spill the bean about Josh, you can thank that cute little Earthling Monique for that. She is so insightful and in touch with all the gossip that floats around the school, she might be a project in itself. How does one individual find, then separate the true and false, then collate all the gossip that floats around a large group of people. Is it just luck or is she a magnet for the juicy bits and pieces of info?"

"So where's our little red-headed princess now?" Bonnie asked spitefully.

"Bon Bon," Ron chided his co-alien Intergalactic Justice Agent.

She shrugged. "Sorry, still channeling my 'Queen Bonnie' personality. So tell us what happened in the tree house and what led up to it."

Ron spun the tale of how Kim had found him in the kitchen after Bonnie had called. He went on about the envelope and how he had almost let Josh's secret slip, but left said secret in the envelope, in Kim's hand, and her in a slight disorientation about Ron and his role in her life. How Monique had finally told Kim about Josh's sexual orientation and they had each proposed to him. He continued with the heartrending speech he gave Kim and how she fell in love with his goofy, but oh-so insightful self. Then he briefly covered Kim and his dalliance all the way to third base and how he left her to quote, 'go get his homework done because that's the new Ron and how it's gonna be from now on,' unquote. He finished with his kiss on the lips of the almost asleep Kim as he left the tree house.

"Wow, you've had a busy day," Bonnie marveled.

"Not as busy as you," Ron said. "I thought you and the General were suppose to be fishing right now, before you replaced him with a Synthodrone?"

"Well," Bonnie said as she sipped her wine, "we were on our way to the cabin when 'Uncle Thad' decided he'd try to overpower me." The three teens roared with laughter. "Yeah, like I'd let him, a mere human, take me out. His combat skills have diminished so much over the years, he barely took a swing at me before I was able to kill the bastard and replace him with the Syntho in my briefcase. His driver was so into finding the next exit, he didn't even notice the General was dead and the Synthodrone was being filled with Syntho-goo as he continued to talk to the two of us. I left Syntho-Warbird at the lake with instruction to return in two days and make sure the resignation letter was received. Then I high-tailed it back here."

Ron looked at his wife Tara, and asked, "So how was your day?"

"Same ol, same ol," Tara frowned then smiled and tittered. "I broke up with Jeremy this afternoon. I told him I was sick of his gang of sports freaks and I had only hung around with him because he's the star center of the basketball team."

Ron kissed her on the forehead. "Aw, poor baby. So you broke his heart?"

Tara giggled. "No, not really. Ten minutes later he was hitting on Chastity. That boy can rebound better than..." Ron smashed his lips to hers.

Felix came out of the door to the house carrying a tray of finger foods. "Anyone want something to nosh on?" he asked as he set the tray on the table between the chaises occupied by Bonnie on one side and Tara and Ron on the other. "Are those two going at it again?" he asked as he snatched a Denver Roll off the tray and sat in another chaise lounge. He picked up his glass of white wine, took a sip and shook his head. "I swear, those two are going to re-populate the galaxy one day."

"Not if Kim has anything to say about it," Bonnie chimed in as she selected a tidbit off the tray. "She and Ron are a couple now."

"I was listening in on what he told you two earlier," Felix laughed as he got up, walked over to the pool and dove in to swim a couple of laps.

Ron came up for air and noticed Felix in the pool. "Wanna go for a dip?" he asked his blue eyed, platinum blond chair mate.

"Don't mind if I do," Tara practically growled before she kissed her way down his torso and orally ministered to his nether region. Ron's eyes rolled to the back of his head. After a minute, Tara mounted Ron and started slowly grinding her hips.

"Ah, Tara my Love," Ron gasped, "That's not what I was talking about. Ooooo, yes!"

Tara leaned in and pecked at his lips. "I know. But Jeremy left me high and dry cause he wouldn't do it with me. I felt a bit... unfulfilled... until now." She planted her mouth against his and kicked her hips into high gear.

Bonnie sighed as she watched the carnal dance in the next chaise lounge. Finally she got up and walked over to the TV by the side of the pool and grabbed the remote. She switched to channel 911 and waited a second before the Controller spoke. "I see you are not all present at the meeting again," the Controller's voice boomed from the surround sound speaker system.

Bonnie turned down the volume and replied, "Bonnie here, that's true. Rufus Prime is with Wade Load, helping him with a project for Global Justice. They are refining a computer program to identify a single face in a video feed. The program the humans have now is flawed and Wade and Rufus will upgrade the program so it will run correctly and ten times faster, but still no where near what we have available."

"Understood," the voice of the Controller came with nearly half the force it had before. A tolerable level.

"Bonnie here again. General Warbird has been sanctioned and the threat of a nuke in Baghdad is curtailed for the time being. Operation proceeded within normal parameters."

Felix came from the pool dripping wet. "Felix here. The convention with my Earth Mother went as planned. Everyone was impressed with the modifications I had suggested to her and she implemented." He frowned. "I still don't like acting the invalid and having people think they have to help me from my chair every time they want to examine it. It's very humiliating. But I understand the scope of my assignment and accept it."

The Controller paused before answering Felix. "We understand you're dilemma and sympathize with your feelings. Your analysis of the Earthling's desire to help a disabled individual will greatly assist us in understanding the Human mind."

Felix smiled. "As I said, I understand the scope of my assignment and accept it with full resolve until completion, no matter what I have to endure."

"Very Good Felix," the Controller said with aplomb. "Tara, Report."

Bonnie looked over to the two blond teens rutting on the chaise. "Ah, Tara and Ron are... preoccupied... at the present."

The Controller laughed briefly before continuing. "Understood! Do you have their reports?"

"Yes I do," Bonnie said. She went on with what Tara and Ron had told her and added a bit about the gossip around the school about Kim and Josh. Periodically, she glanced over to the coupling on the lounge which led her to start administering to her own nether region. She was gasping for breath when she finally finished her tale.

"Understood," the Controller chortled, "and you may continue with your manual... manipulations."

Bonnie collapsed to the hard pool deck and curled into a ball. Her fingers continued to dig and swirl as she shuttered to a huge climax. Felix walked up to the television. "Ready to receive and send material."

"Understood."

A soft glow emanated from the area next to the TV. The area had four beacons, each a tripod with a glowing sphere atop, describing the outer perimeter of the aura. Boxes of goods materialized and solidified as the glow dissipated. Felix moved the boxes of good out of the perimeter and place different boxes in their place. "Ready to send," he said. The glow reappeared and the boxes vanished. Felix checked the goods received and said, "Materials sent and received."

"Understood," the Controller said. "We've received also. Thank Ron for the Nacos."

Felix glanced over and saw Tara and Ron lying quietly in each others arms, smiles wide on their faces. "Understood and out," Felix said with a big smile. He opened one box and greedily bit into the fligbar, savoring the taste of his home world.

Bonnie roused from her self-induced ecstasy and stood on wobbly legs. "Did I miss anything?" she inquired, looking at the different boxes next to Felix.

"Only the heavy work," Felix sang as he finished off the delectable tidbit. "No big."

"Snatz cakes!" Bonnie roared in sheer glee and ripped the box apart with her bare hands. As she took her first bite she moaned loud and long. "Oooooh! I haven't had a snatz cake in a decade. These are soooo gooooood!" She licked her fingers hungrily.

Tara came unsteadily over to the two teens feeding on their newly acquired rewards. "What's all the hubbub? Isn't it time to call in with our reports?"

Felix and Bonnie laughed with their mouths full. "We already made the reports," Bonnie said as she swallowed her snatz cake. "Don't worry, we passed on all you two had told us to the Controller. I told him you were preoccupied. He understood." Bonnie grabbed another snatz cake and offered it to Tara.

Tara tittered, "No thank you, I'm not hungry right now." She walked over to the small refrigerator and got out a bottled water. "I am a bit dehydrated though." She uncapped the bottle and took a long swig.

Bonnie sauntered over to Tara, drew the back of her index finger along Tara's chest and growled, "Yeah, you are glistening, aren't you." Bonnie leaned in to Tara and whispered into the platinum blonds ear, "You ready for round two with me and Felix?"

Tara glanced over at Ron. He was sprawled out on the chaise, a slaver of drool seeping from his mouth, fast asleep. "I think Ron Ron is a bit tired after going at it with both Kim and I," she giggled. She twisted slightly, bringing Bonnie's lips to hers. "I'm game," she sighed and melted onto the brunettes mouth. She held out a hand, beckoning Felix to join them. "Ooooo! You taste like snatz!" she squealed with delight.