Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character, situations or locations from the television series Kim Possible. I reap no monetary gains from the use of those things. I write for the strict enjoyment of the process.
Author's Note: This story stems solely from the following quote: "Tell me, O Muse, of the ingenious Hero who traveled far and wide..." Homer - The Odyssey.
Kim and Ron have made their decision not to join Global Justice, but do you think that's the end of this story? If you do then you don't know me very well.
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Travel
Chapter 7
Black Hole Deep
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The house hunting expedition went quickly. After Anne, Jan and Kim's discussion Friday evening, they knew exactly what they were looking for; although Ron was also able to put his two cents in. (Mainly in what the kitchen should encompass.)
As luck would have it, they found the ideal house with the first one they looked at. It was a fairly old but solidly built, two story house with four bedrooms, two and a half baths and a large backyard; and for Ron, an extra large kitchen with plenty of counter space. What really sealed the deal was that the house was only two blocks away from the university and on the opposite side of the campus from Frat Row, the loud, rowdy side of the college.
After the deed was signed, the three woman and one man went shopping... for everything. Carpeting had to be picked out for the entire house except the kitchen and bathrooms, furniture had to be chosen, and then there were the curtains, wall hangings and other odds and ends that needed to be considered. The only input accepted from Ron was for the appliances and utensils needed in the kitchen.
Don't misunderstand the sitch. Ron was asked for his opinion about the furniture and carpet and everything else, but his opinion didn't seem to matte muchr. He was simply persuaded (mainly via a well timed puppy dog pout) to see that Kim's decorating ideas were better. After the third lost battle on the decorating front Ron discovered a simple little phrase that saved him a lot of grief for the rest of the shopping spree.
"That looks nice," indicating his choice in whatever they were considering, "but I like what you picked out better, KP."
With that direct statement, Ron was able to voice his opinion but save face when he inevitably lost.
Amazingly, they were able to purchase the house and everything that would be needed to fill it all in one day; Jan making the arrangement to pay for it all from the Naco account. But that also meant that Kim and/or Ron would have to be at the house during the daytime over the next few days to wait for the furniture and appliances to be delivered. (The carpeting was installed that afternoon because the manager of the store owed Team Possible a favor, and Dean volunteered to oversee the work. But Jan still insisted on paying for the material and weekend overtime.)
Having to remain in the house for a few days to accept the deliveries was perfectly okay with the teenage couple since it was also decided that their current bedroom furniture in their parent's houses would be transferred lock, stock and barrel to two of the bedrooms in their new home. That meant that they would have a bed to put to good use while waiting. Sunday was spent packing up the bedrooms and a moving company made quick work of changing residence early Monday morning.
The teen couple set up Kim's queen size bed so that it overlooked the front yard where the delivery truck would arrive, and promptly stripped out of their clothes. They were able to get in a half hour of love making before the first delivery truck arrived with the new kitchen and laundry room appliances. After that truck left, they were able to get forty-seven minute in before the second truck came and only fifteen minutes before the third truck showed up.
The fourth and final delivery truck, which happened to arrive just as the third truck departed, brought a sigh of relief to the two eighteen year old teens. Its departure meant that they would have the whole house to themselves and that there would be no more interruptions.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
As the loving couple playfully broke in their new king-sized bed in the master bedroom at the top of the staircase, Dr. James T. Possible quietly entered the front door and looked around the first floor. He'd decided to take Monday afternoon off to help the kids arrange the furniture and hang the curtains but found the rooms on the lower floor to be perfectly in order. "Well," he thought, "maybe I can be of some help with the bedroom furniture."
As he ascended the stairs to the second floor he heard some noises, mostly grunts and groans but with a few girlish giggles thrown in, coming from the master bedroom at the top of the staircase. It was obvious that Kim and Ron were exerting themselves in that room.
"Let me help you with that," James said as he topped the staircase and stopped in the doorway.
The sight he saw caused his higher brain functions to shut down. Kim, his one and only daughter, was totally naked on the bed and she was lying on top of a totally naked Ron; the brand new top sheet and blanket absently abandoned on the floor. What was worse, if Kim was anything like her mother, was that it appeared as if she was in the throes of an orgasm. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and her back was arched, just like Anne's would be when James brought his wife to that special plateau of ecstasy.
James yelped out in surprise, "Kimmie-Cub!"
"Oh, Ronnie," Kim moaned in sheer bliss as she collapsed in her lover's arms.
"Mr. Dr. P.?" Ron yelled in shock when he saw the father of his girlfriend standing in the doorway.
"Ronald," James growled, his temper flaring and fists clenching at his side.
"Let's do it one more time before we take a nap," Kim purred, still savoring the afterglow of their orgasmic romp, totally oblivious to the third person in the room.
"I don't think that's a good idea, KP," Ron anxiously whispered in her ear as he gently shook her shoulder to try and get her attention. "We got company."
"Company?" the redhead murmured as she turned to the door with half lidded eyes. "Oh, hi daddy." Kim closed her eyes and rested her head in that little crook of Ron's neck that she'd found so very comfortable.
Kim's revelry only lasted three more seconds before her mind came crashing back to reality. "Daddy!" Highly honed reactions kicked in as she swiftly rolled off of Ron and the bed and onto the floor where she rapidly wrapped herself in the top sheet. "What are you doing here! Shouldn't you be at the space center?"
Rufus scurried into the room, alerted by the commotion and moaned, "Ho-boy." During all of the deliveries in the morning, he had taken up residence in one of the other bedrooms that had Ron's furniture in it. He figured that his two people preferred to be alone when they were on the second floor.
Completely ignoring his daughter and the small mole rat, the highly irate and extremely irrational rocket scientist stared at the blond boy on the bed who could only cover himself out of embarrassment with one of the pillows. All Dr. Possible said was, "Ronald, put some pants on and come with me." He turned in the doorway and calmly walked back down the staircase.
"Dad, where are you going?" Kim yelled after her father. When she got no response from him, she turned to her boyfriend. "Ron, I don't think you should go with daddy. I'm really worried. I've never seen him this mad before."
"But I gotta," Ron anxiously answered as he slid on his Fearless Ferret boxers and socks. "He's your dad and we're suppose ta obey our parents."
"Then I'm coming with you," Kim determinedly said as she went over to the bureau drawers and started to get dressed herself. "I have a bad feeling about this."
Fully dressed and with naked mole rat in pocket, the two teens walked down the stairs and found James Possible impatiently waiting in the open front doorway. He firmly said, "Kimmie-Cub, you're staying here. I have a little trip planned for Ronald."
"Black hole, (gulp) deep?" Ron tentative questioned, his anxiety rising even further.
"Yes, Ronald," James said in his most ominous voice, "black hole deep. I have a rocket on the launchpad ready to go and you're going to be on it." He pointed to his brand new, replacement Jaguar parked at the curb. "Now, get in the car."
"You can't do that to my fiancé!" Kim yelped as she followed her father and Ron out to the car.
"Ron is not your fiancé," James vehemently denied without looking back at his anxious daughter. "I will not allow it."
"He is so!" Kim rushed over to block her father's path and thrust her left hand in his face, waggling her ring finger. "Ron told you about it Friday and you didn't forbid it so we all stopped at the jewelry store Saturday and Ron bought me an engagement ring."
It was true. The young couple and their mothers did stop and pick out an engagement ring, the very one that Kim was showing her father. The platinum setting sparkled in the afternoon light only to be out shown by the sedate one-and-a-half carat diamond. Ron wanted to buy a ten carat diamond but Kim nixed the suggestion; the huge diamond being too ostentatious for her taste. (And besides, the bigger bauble wouldn't fit in her glove when they went on missions.)
Dr. Possible's eyes narrowed when he saw the engagement ring. He pushed Kim's hand out of his way, bypassing his daughter, circled the car and opened the driver's door as he said, "That doesn't mean a thing. You and Ronald are too young to even be thinking about getting engaged."
"Too young?" Kim indignantly questioned as she anxiously chased after her father again. "Dad, we're eighteen years old. That means we're considered adults in the eyes of the law. We could get married even if you don't consent to it." She looked across the hood of the vehicle where Ron was getting into the passenger side. "Ron, tell him that you want to marry me."
"KP," Ron paused for a second with the open door in his hand, "I do want to marry you but like I said before, he's your father. As much as I hate to follow his orders, our parents are always right." He slipped into the seat and shut the door.
Not to be deterred by Ron's misplaced loyalty, the redhead watched the car speed away for only a second before she raced up the driveway and got into the Roth SL Coupe to follow.
Now, under normal circumstances a Jaguar would be able to out run an old Roth SL Coupe any day of the week. But given the drivers of the vehicles (James would never drive above the legal speed limit while Kim didn't mind speeding a little to get to her destination if it were warranted) and the modifications that had been made to the Sloth, well, Kim obviously arrived at the Middleton Space Center well before her father and Ron.
Kim was waiting at the guard shack when the Jag arrived, but before she could speak, James said, "Kimmie-Cub, this is for your own good." He turned to the security guard in the shack. "Frank, my daughter is not to be allowed on the premises until after the launch." With that, James proceeded through the gate and up to the front of one of the buildings.
Kim moved to follow but the guard stopped her. "I'm sorry Kim, but you heard his instructions. You can't go in."
Kim growled in frustration, stomped over to her car and got behind the wheel. She turned on the dashboard Kimmunicator and angrily said, "Wade, I need some equipment... now!"