Disclaimer and A/N: All things Kim Possible on the TV and in stores are owned by the Walt Disney Co. Kim, Ron and occasionally Bonnie tell me a story or two and I write them down. In return, I get only your reviews. Kim and Ron got married but Ron is an alien here to clean up the world's problems. A twisted little AU rated M for the occasional gratuitous sex scene. They are teens with raging hormones. Also, there's frank talk between Kim and her Mother about the female anatomy and pregnancy.

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Chapter 7 New Orders and Bonnie

"And that's what's been happening with Kim and I over the past few days," Ron said to the TV, set on channel 911. "I realize I've overstepped the boundaries of my assignment and went to phase five. It seemed the correct course of action at the time." Ron looked over to Felix and Tara playing in the Monroe pool. Bonnie was seated in a chair in front of the television, listening to his report and drinking wine.

"The Council was listening to your report and believe you acted correctly," the Controller stated. "Phase four only concerned her dating habits and you can obtain observations of other couples at school."

"Understood," Ron chimed. "What of Kim ceasing our missions?"

"It is surprising that it happened so quickly but that scenario was predicted," the Controller said. "We foresaw a time when she got married and she would end her heroic en devours to stay beside her mate."

"So my new objectives are to observe and obtain phase four examples of other couples at school while I run phase five with Kim. That's the marital habits thingie, right?"

"Correct."

"Of course the Counsel realizes that my observations of Kim and my marriage will not be like any other couple," Ron said, pacing bare in front of the television. "Kim is a very unique individual and will not fit in with the norms of this or any other community."

"The Counsel understands that, but her old fashioned morals and valued taught to her by her parents, along with her advanced athletic abilities and ethics will make for some uniquely strange situations."

Ron smiled, "I understand and will do my utmost to comply. I have one more issue to bring up. I would like to remodel our new house to become another base of operations."

The voice of the Controller didn't answer right away. Finally, "The Counsel wonders if Kim Possible's natural curiosity might lead her to find out the intent of the base. If that happens, she would have to be brought on board and informed of everything. That, as you know, is the final phase."

"I understand the risks," Ron said, "and will try to avoid that happening too soon. But I will need to make my reports and getting away from her will be difficult. She is a bit possessive and clingy and doesn't like to be alone very much." He turned to Felix as he and Tara took seats near the TV. "Remember when we were practicing for Zombie Palluzza, Felix? Kim called all the cheerleaders in for a special practice session?" The four teens laughed. Ron returned his attention to the screen and the Controller. "I was thinking, with a base at my house I could walk outside while she is otherwise occupied and make my reports quickly and unobserved by her. Also, the others will be over for pool parties and such and will be able to work out of the new base."

"Agreed," The Controller stated. "The necessary equipment will be installed after you take ownership of the house and you and Kim are both at school."

"Thank you and the Counsel," Ron said in relief. Then he realized something. "Ah, I guess I have one more point to raise. Technically, on this planet I'm married to two people; Tara and Kim. That is called bigamy here and is against the laws of this country."

"Yes," The Controller pondered. "I believe we used to have an antiquated law like that many centuries or maybe even a millennium ago. It has since been stricken from the books a long time ago. We have treaties with the Earth governments stipulating certain laws do not apply to you during your assignments on the planet. This is one of them. If you wish to dissolve your marriage to Tara, well, that is up to you."

"Thank you for the clarification," Ron said in greater relief than before.

"Tara here," the platinum blond chimed in. "I am happy with the situation as it is and don't want to end my relationship with Ron."

"And, at this time, I don't wish to end it with Tara," Ron added as he winked at her. "I was only seeking legal clarification."

"Very good," The Controller said. "We do have a request from our Southeast Asia branch. They would like your assistance in finally resolving the on going conflict in Sri Lanka. You will contact them and work out a solution using any and all means necessary. You have one week to complete this mission."

"Understood," the four teens sitting naked in front of the television chimed.

"Controller out." The screen went black.

Bonnie picked up the remote and dropped the channel down one spot to 910. Wade appeared on the screen. "Hey guys," he chirped. "I was listening in on your reports and heard the new assignment. I guess you need a comprehensive evaluation of the situation in Sri Lanka. I'll be streaming the data to your I.J. communicators shortly."

"Please and Thank You Wade," Bonnie sang. Ron, Tara and Felix stared wide-eyed at Bonnie. Even Rufus, on his perch in the cabana, sat up and glared. Her hand shot to cover her mouth. "OMG! I'm channeling Kim now with my new orders!" she whined. The three other teens and the naked mole rat laughed.

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Kim and Ron walked down the hall, an arm draped across each other's back to the opposite side hip. Mr. Barkin stood his ground and shook his head in disapproval as the couple separated and walked past him, one to the left and the other to the right. They immediate reconnected after passing the Vice Principal. Barkin spun on his heels and growled. "STOPPABLES!"

The couple turned as one in the sparsely populated hall. "Yes Mr. Barkin?" Kim queried. "We need to get to the gym. The last class is over and we're heading to cheer practice you know."

"Yes, I know," Barkin barked. "And I want you to know you are treading a fine line, walking in the halls like that. I also want you two to know I'm aware of your little make out sessions in the upper bleachers during or after said practice. If I catch you so much as kissing..." he warned with an upraised finger point.

Ron broke away from Kim and walked back to stand in front of Mr. Barkin. Kim slowly came up behind him, laying her head on his shoulder to look at the teacher. "Mr. B, Kim and I have throughly studied the schools policy on PDA and you just violated our right to walk as we were. As to our supposed make out sessions in the gym? You know we haven't been to cheer practice since this all started three days ago. Do you honestly think," he put his right hand on his heart and stood proudly cocking his head to one side showing Barkin a partial profile, "the Middleton Mad Dog and Head Cheerleader would violate such rules?"

Steve Barkin looked sternly at the two in front of him. "Yes, yes I think you would and have! The janitor has reported strange, damp sticky stains in the upper row of the bleachers a couple of hours after the cheer squad had left for the night."

"So no one could possibly sneak in the gym during school hours, before the squad arrives," Kim said as she walked to Ron's side and linked arms, "or come in after the squad has left. Also, with the lighting the way it is during practice, anyone on the floor wouldn't be able to see a thing in the dark upper bleachers during practice. And as Ron just stated, we haven't attended cheer practice for a couple of days, since we became a couple and got married. So how could it have been us?"

The face, neck and hands (possibly the entire body) of Steve Barkin: Vice Principal, substitute teacher and only disciplinarian for the school, turned fire engine red. "I... KISS... YOU... IF... CATCH..." he sputtered and spun quickly to stomp off down the hall.

Kim turned to Ron and kissed him long and hard after Mr. Barkin rounded the corner. "That was so much fun," she squealed. "Now I know why you've spent so much time in detention, playing him like that. You've absolutely driven the man bonkers."

Ron shook his head. "Nope. He's bottled up so much rage, he's a walking heart attack ready to happen. I'm just trying to be a little release valve to ease some of the pressure. Though, I think we just might send him over the edge of the cliff if he ever does catch us in the bleachers."

A concerned Kim said, "If that's the case, maybe we should stop sneaking into the gym and having our little pet fest in the stands, as fun as they are. Shoot! I never get to sit up there and just watch anymore. I'm always out on the floor or in the front row during a game," she whined then smirked. "And I think you might want to stop mixing your metaphors."

"And I think you might watch your words, Young Lady," Ron playfully chided her. "You came very close to lying there."

They heard the gym door slam shut. "Oh, Snap!" Kim shuttered, "I think we're about to get majorly set upon and questioned by the others on the cheer squad. I haven't talked to any of them since we hooked up."

"Well," Ron linked his arm with hers, "let's go into the lion's den and face the music." Kim laughed. "What?" Ron quizzically asked.

"Nothing," Kim chimed and gave him a peck on the cheek, "my mixed metaphor man."

The two newlyweds walked into the gym. Kim broke away from Ron and yelled her usual line to begin practice, "Okay Ladies, let's get started!"

Most of the squad ran to Kim, gaping at her ring and asking questions all at once. A few of the girls raced to Ron and pawed and grilled him. After a few seconds, Bonnie yelled to everyone, "Okay girls! We all want to get the skinny from Kim. Let her say something to all of us at once so we're not here all night."

Kim looked at Bonnie and smiled. "Thank you Bonnie. Great idea." She held out her hand and beckoned Ron to her side before starting. "First off, it's true. I finally admitted to myself, I love Ron. And yes, we are married." She held out her hand, slowly flashing the rings for everyone to see. Ron held up his hand and wriggled his ring finger too. "And finally, yes. Ron and I have permission... no that's not the word... we have the blessing and orders from our parents to have sex and start a family. If you want to know, sex is absolutely wonderful," she moaned in ecstasy. "Yes, the first time hurt a bit, but it was well worth it afterwards. And yes Bonnie, it is a real three carat diamond and solid twenty four carat gold band."

"You might have heard some rumors as to how we can afford our rings," Ron continued. "I got another Naco Royalty check and Kim's Dad has banked a few rewards for us. Together we're worth around a quarter billion, with a B, dollars. Now before you try to glomp onto either Kim or I, we are not spending any of it like I did with my first check," he spun to look at the brunette with teal color eyes, "Bonnie! I learned my lesson. We've also concluded negotiations for the Provo house, half way between our regular homes. We will be moving in in about a week and we will be having a housewarming party shortly after. You're all invited."

"That's right," Kim continued. "We'll let you know the date beforehand. Now, any questions?"

Tara meekly raised her hand and coyly asked, "There are rumors that you did, IT, for ten or twelve hours the first day. Is that true and weren't you a little sore after?" All the girls laughed and giggled.

Kim blushed a deep red. Ron stepped in. "I can't speak for Kim, but it wasn't eleven hour straight. We took breaks four or five different times. You know, to eat and fight Duff Killigan and such. And yes, I was a bit sore after. I know Kim was a tad tired. She slept for a few hours after. I also know her recuperative powers are pretty strong with all the martial arts, cheerleading and freak fighting she does."

Tara asked, "Would you do it with me for that long Ronnie?" She winked suggestively as her tongue rolled around her lusty ruby red lips.

Ron laughed, shook his head and opened his mouth to answer. Kim cut him off with an evil look at the platinum blond girl. "No he won't! He's all mine ladies!" She latched protectively onto his arm. "Oh, one more thing. Since I'm trying to get pregnant, I think it would be wise to step down and designate a new captain and co-captain. I'll let you think about it and vote after the regionals. Now, if there aren't any more silly questions..." she looked at each member of the squad and especially long and hard at Tara. "Good, let's get some practice in. Regionals are next week."

After practice, Kim walked over to the usually snarky brunette. "Ah Bonnie, are you alright. You were great at practice. I've never seen you so focused. You weren't your usually... uh, uncooperative self. You even had your cell phone turned off."

Bonnie looked down at the floor for a few seconds then latched onto Kim in a big hug. "I am so sorry Kim. Sorry for talking down to you and Ron all these years," she sobbed. "I don't expect us to be friends, but can you ever forgive me?"

Kim cautiously returned the embrace and felt Bonnie physically wince and gasp at her touch before continuing to cry onto her shoulder. "Bonnie, Is this a play for the captaincy?" She got no answer so she said, "Ron and I don't hold it against you for coming down on us all the time. Ron actually thinks it's kind of funny. I, on the other hand, know the pain you try to inflict on us, first comes to you from your sisters."

Bonnie's sobs slowly subsided and she unwrapped her arms from around Kim. She backed away, her head still down and shoulders slumped forward. "How can you be so kind and understanding after," sniffle, "after all I've put you two through? Calling you two losers and everything at every opportunity."

"Bonnie," Kim reached out to comfort the girl, but Bonnie quickly stepped back out of reach. "as I said, we know why you act like you do. You got the whole Food Chain thing from Connie and Lonnie, right?" Bonnie's head bobbed up and down once. "They created Queen Bonnie, so it's not you Ron and I are mad at. We're angry at your sisters for doing the awful things they've done to you, to make you the person you are. It's not your fault. If you want to start over, I'm willing. And I'm sure Ron would welcome a friendlier Bonnie with open arms."

"Yeah," Bonnie groaned, "Especially if that Bonnie doesn't put him down and call him a loser or worse whenever their paths cross."

Kim quickly stepped forward and grabbed Bonnie by the shoulders. "I remember the real you. The one I first met in Pre-K that was outgoing and always smiling, willing to be everyones friend. You changed a lot in second grade, about the time your Father started to work for the State Department and was away from home a lot, right? You went fully over to the dark side when your sisters found out what boys are for and introduced you to the Food Chain concept."

Bonnie's head rose just a little. "Yeah, you're right, on all counts. The Food Chain became my life. Darn my sisters for ever telling me about it. I thought it was the end all. Now I'm beginning to see how wrong it is. I just hate it! But, how can I abandon my life as I now know it and get back to be that little girl again?"

Kim spotted Ron standing behind Bonnie. She shook her head slightly and blew him an air kiss. Ron nodded in understanding. "I don't think you want to revert back that far. But if you really want to change you need to forget about the Food Chain. Ron and I will always be there to help you and be your friend. Tara cares about you too and she can help, if you just ask her."

Bonnie looked up at Kim, her puffy red eyes still leaking tears. "Are you sure Ron could ever be that generous and forgive me?"

"Of course I could Bonnie," Ron said softly. "All you'd ever need to do is ask."

Bonnie spun quickly and stared wide-eyed at him. She just as quickly spun back onto Kim's shoulder. "Don't look at me I must look horrible how long were you standing there listening?" she rapidly fired at him.

Ron stepped forward and gently place a hand on her shoulder. "I heard most of it. Enough to say Kim is right on all counts about how I see you, and that I've always wanted to be your friend. Even when you were call me a loser, I alway hoped you didn't really mean it or that you were just acting that way cause you thought that's the way a girl got a guys attention. You know, a boy would dip a girl's pig tails in the ink well or a girl snarked at the boy to make the other like them."

Kim giggled. Bonnie half sobbed, half laughed on Kim shoulder. Bonnie snorted, "That is the most convoluted thing I've heard you say Stoppable!"

"Well, at least I'm consistent," Ron grinned. "Being a bit convoluted got me and Kim together. It seems that's the way I get through to the ladies."

Bonnie pulled away from Kim and wiped her arm across he eyes, sniffling. "Has he always been so..."

Kim giggled. "So what, Insightful? Convoluted? Loving? Generous? Maybe a bit wacky and obtuse? Yep. Those are a few of the many things I love about him."

Bonnie spun and embraced Ron. "Please forgive me for always putting you down! For calling you all sorts of names. Can you please, please forgive me for being a major BIT..." the word caught in her throat.

"What?" Ron coyly asked. "For being a bit grumpy? A... little bittersweet? A source of Bituminous Coal?"

"Stoppable!" Bonnie tried to leaned out of his strong grasp and pounded weakly on his chest with one fist. "Don't do that! It's not fair! You should be yelling and screaming at me for putting you down and calling you a loser. You shouldn't be making jokes about it."

Ron grabbed her fist and pulled her in tight. "What good would that do us. You sour on me and I mad at you. We'd both be back to square one. I got over my anger with your verbal venom a long time ago. I always try to move forward." He gently but firmly forced her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Would you like to move forward with me and Kim?" She weakly nodded. Ron wrapped her in his arms and Kim came in from behind for a group embrace.

The trio stood there hugging for a minute before Kim said, "You've just taken your first step forward."

The three teens walked arm in arm out to the parking lot, Bonnie supported between Kim and Ron. They arrived at Bonnie's car and she got in behind the wheel. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" Ron asked, "cause Kim or I can drive you home and walk from there. It's only about a mile or so."

Bonnie sniffled and smiled. "It's more like three miles, but I'll be okay. Thank you for the offer."

"Wow," Ron marveled. "Bonnie Rockwaller politely thanked us."

"Yes I did!" Bonnie wailed and slammed her head on the steering wheel, sobbing openly.

Kim motioned Ron to the other side of the car. Ron walked around, opened the door and tried to pull the weeping Bonnie into the passenger seat. "On you lap," Kim said softly. Ron sat in the seat and firmly pulled Bonnie onto his lap. She curled into a ball in his arms, sobbing into his chest. Kim got in the driver's side, dug the keys out of Bonnie's purse and started the car.

Half way home, Bonnie had recovered enough to sit up and allow Ron to crawl over into the back seat of the convertible. (Safely halted at a stop sign of course.) They stopped a block from the Rockwaller residence. Kim and Ron got out and stepped over to the driver's side as Bonnie slid behind the wheel. Kim was about to say something but Bonnie stopped her with an upraised hand. "Don't say a word," Bonnie said firmly. "If you or Stoppable say one thing I'll probably go to pieces again. I can drive home from here, call Tara and she and I can share a gallon of ice cream tonight and talk." Her voice softened a bit as she continued. "If I have a couple of relapses in the next few days, please forgive me and understand it will take me some time to get the Food Chain and Queen Bonnie out of my system." She held up her hand again. "Not a word, please. Thanks for listening and I'll see you at school tomorrow, I hope."

Bonnie quickly shoved the gear shift into first and laid rubber half way to her house. The car veered into the driveway and stopped on a dime. Kim and Ron watched as Bonnie jump out and ran into the house.

"Well, at least she got home safely," Kim sighed and turned toward her house.

"She's still a bit off though," Ron said as he joined his wife for the walk. "Does she even know tomorrow's Saturday?"

"Tara will help her tonight, and probably tomorrow and Sunday," Kim said. "I think they'll need the whole weekend to get Bonnie fit for school Monday."

"I don't know," Ron said happily. "Bonnie's a strong willed person," he said as he wrapped an arm around Kim's waist, "just like another cheerleader I know. I think Bonnie will be okay by tomorrow night."

Kim wrapped her arm around his waist and gave him a kiss as they walked. "I'd wager she'll..." Kim stopped suddenly and shook her head. "No I won't. I remember the last time I bet a certain insightful guy and lost. I'd probably lose this bet too." She kissed him again before laying her head on his arm as they walked home.

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Both Kim and Ron played exceptionally well in the rugby match. Kim had a small problem comprehending the rules and intent of the game at first, but caught on fast after a quick tutorial from the squad's Captain, Steve Barkin. The couple grabbed a fast shower before being pick up by a government VTOL that zoomed them to their date with Lt. Carson. The Marine was actually thrilled that Kim had come along and that they were married. She said she knew the two might get together, but if they hadn't she would've made a play for Ron's affection. The conversation and late lunch/early dinner meal went by too fast for all three and, as the sun started to dip below the horizon, they bade their good byes as the teens boarded the plane for their return flight. Ron was the one to insist they parachute to Kim's house. But a strong sudden crosswind knocked them off course and they landed in the foothills of their soon-to-be own home. They watched the sunset again from the top of what they thought was the far reaches of the property line, then made love in the moonlight.

Ron and Kim wandered into the Possible kitchen at eleven o'clock sharp. Ann Possible was just emptying the dishwasher and getting thing ready for the morning breakfast. As they entered the back door, Kim and Ron chimed, "Hi Mom, we're home."

"Hi Dears," Ann said smiling, "how was your trip to Washington? I thought you were suppose to be home earlier?"

"Yeah," Ron said, scratching his head. "When we bailed out of the plane we got caught in a crosswind and ended up about a mile or two from here up in the foothills. I guess we kinda got lost after watching the sunset."

A wicked little smile appeared on Ann's face. "Lost for over three hours! That's too bad. You could've used the opportunity to have a make out session under the stars."

"Ah, right!" Ron said. "Kim and I will sleep here if you don't mind. I'm a bit wiped from the trip so..." He quickly headed for the door.

Ann said sincerely. "We don't mind at all now that you're married."

"I'll be up in a minute Ron," Kim said and blew him an air kiss. He caught it and exited the kitchen door. Kim turned to her Mother. "Ah, Mom?"

"Yes Dear?" Ann came over to Kim and started pulling leaves, grass and twigs from her daughters waist band and hair. "You know you really need to brush yourself off better before you get dressed in those foothills."

"Yeah," Kim half-heartedly laughed, "but I have a medical question. I mean we covered most of it in Health Class, and you and I have talked a little about it before but..."

"Yes?"

"Well, you know my period is a little irregular."

"Yes," Ann said in her professional voice. "It's because you're a very physical, athletic woman. That sometimes throws off the menstrual cycle."

"Yeah," Kim blushed. "But with a wonky menstrual cycle, how will I know if I'm pregnant, or if it will effect me so I can't conceive?"

Dr. Ann Possible let out a long slow breath. "Kim Dear, you shouldn't worry. As long as you have a cycle, no matter how wonky it gets, you'll be able to get pregnant." She put a caring hand on her daughter/patient's shoulder. "And you'll know you are when the regular symptoms arise."

"Thanks Mom," Kim sighed as she wrapped her Mom in a big hug. She quickly headed towards the door to race upstairs.

"One moment Dear," Ann said as she went to the refrigerator and got out a bottled water. "You'd better take this with you." She tossed the bottle to Kim.

"Thanks, but why?" Kim puzzled as she caught it in one hand and stared at the water.

"Don't you get a little hoarse after a session with Ron?" Ann asked with a raised eyebrow. "All the women on my side of the family are... shall we say, a bit vocal... with their men folk. I know I am. And I know you are too."

"MOM!" Kim almost yelled in exasperation. She glanced at the kitchen door as if expecting the tweebs to suddenly barge in on this most private, confidential, Mother Daughter conversation. "How'd you know?" she half whispered.

"Kimmie!" Ann chided her daughter. "The tree house is in our backyard and the day before you got married you got a bit randy with Ron, didn't you."

Kim took a quick swig of water and blushed. "Yeah, I guess I did. But we didn't go all the way that day."

"Kim, I'm you Mother and a Doctor. I know what and when you've done just about anything. Now go upstairs before Ron falls asleep. And be sure to close your door. Your room might be soundproofed, but if the door is open..."

Kim tossed the water bottle in the air, deftly caught it in one hand and raced up the steps