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Kim Possible: Impossible Journey

By LJ58

2

"That is the fourth time, fourth," Tim spat, "That those clowns left us hanging," he complained as the three members of Team Possible jumped off the truck, and eyed the long road back into Middleton. "I don't think it was an accident, either," he fumed.

"Twice is an accident," Jim muttered. "Four times is a statistical improbability."

"Yeah, I've been getting the feeling some of those guys don't like us showing them up so often," Ron told the twins in matching battle-suits fashioned after Kim's own.

"Duh," both boys shot back at Ron as they started walking into town.

"Makes me wonder about some of those other….accidents you said you and Kim had early on," Tim remarked.

"Hicca-bicca-boo?"

"Hoo-shaw," Tim nodded.

"Uh, want to clue me in, guys, because I still don't get the twin-speak," Ron reminded them.

The boys eyed one another, grinning, and then started to speak when a car pulled up behind them, and blew its horn.

"Hey, guys," a lean, toned brunette waved from the convertible. "Need a lift?"

"Bonnie," Ron frowned. "I didn't know you were back in town," he said.

"But we wouldn't mind a lift," the twins grinned. "Beats walking."

"Definitely. Which we will not be doing again. Ever," Jim added.

"Nope. Not ever again," Tim agreed.

"Well, climb in. I heard you guys were doing the hero thing after…. After Kim….. Disappeared," the brunette said quietly.

"Yeah. Someone had to step up," Jim huffed.

"GJ has been letting more baddies get away than not," Tim muttered. "They screwed up our last mission, too. Jerks."

"Why would they do that," she asked.

"Good question," Ron nodded as they climbed into the car. He in the passenger seat, and the boys in back.

"Well, I'd think they were incompetent," Jim huffed, "But their missions seem to always go like clockwork."

"So, someone is actually spiking you," Bonnie nodded at Ron.

"It sure looks like that may be the case," Ron grimaced. "Only I can't figure out why."

"Ron…. Look, before Junior and I broke up…."

"Again," the twins asked.

"We have issues. Okay," Bonnie snapped at the boys. "Look, before I left, I heard the old man say that Kim should be watching her friends as much as her enemies. Maybe… Maybe he knew something, but it sounded to me like someone wasn't too happy having her back out there after she graduated college."

"Wouldn't be the first time some envious jerk got all bent out of shape because Kim showed him up," Jim nodded.

"Yeah, I remember that time when Will….."

Ron looked back at the twins.

"Will Du," they both nodded.

"He has been our liason for every mission lately. He also led the rescue efforts before those tunnels ended up collapsing," Ron added.

"Suddenly, I'm wondering if we should be trusting this guy," Tim fumed.

"But didn't he and Kim bury that particular hatchet," Bonnie asked. "I mean, I remember her saying something about them….reaching an understanding."

"Maybe. Maybe," Ron murmured. "Look, just get us home, and we'll figure it out. We really appreciate the ride, too," he added as she eyed him.

"Actually, there was something else I was wanting to ask you guys, too."

"Yeah?"

"I want to join you."

"You," all three exclaimed as one.

Bonnie sighed.

"I…. I want to help. I want to….do something….good. Right. Special."

"Bon-Bon," Ron asked as she fell silent now, just staring at the road ahead as they entered town, and began the familiar turns down familiar streets that led home.

She glanced over at him, and shook her head.

"Be honest. Name one thing, just one, that I've done that would be called….good. I'll admit, I had problems with K…. With Kimberly. She always had to be so….good at everything. Even being good. I was… I was the mean queen. And for a while, that was okay. But when I was standing by her grave, and realized all she had done, without even really caring….about…."

"Bonnie," Ron asked when she choked off.

"It was like…. I realized I was going nowhere, and doing nothing. I was a shallow, selfish jerk. Like Junior. And I wanted to do something, anything, that would let me look at myself again with….without being…ashamed."

"We get it," the Possibles both said.

"Yeah. So do I," Ron nodded. "Welcome to the team. But, uh, can you…..you know….do anything? We don't want you getting hurt..."

Bonnie gave a watery smile now, and grinned.

"I have been taking karate lessons for the past few years. After the last time those jerks attacked our school, I felt if Kim could do it, so could I. Then…. Then I realized I really liked being in better shape, and…. You know, being able to take care of myself."

"Nothing wrong with that," Ron smiled.

"Besides, if you can fight, you'll be even better with one of our battle-suits," Tim grinned at her from the back seat.

"Just one thing," Ron told her. "Let's keep what we said about GJ on the down-low," he told her. "In fact, if you see any blue suits, don't say anything about us. At all," Ron said.

"I can do that," Bonnie grinned. "In fact, I think you know I'm very good at keeping secrets," she told him pointedly.

"Huh," both Possibles sputtered.

"Never mind," Ron told them. "Nothing to worry about here. Not a thing. So, uh, you said you could solve our ride sitch," Ron asked them, obviously changing topics.

"Well, give us a few days, and we'll definitely have something," Jim grinned.

"A few days…"

"Two days," Tim told him. "Just…like you told Bon, don't say anything to anyone just yet."

"You know I won't," Ron nodded. "Say I live…."

Bonnie had already turned, and Ron frowned. "Uh, so….."

"I know you moved to Middle Town Apartments, Ron," she told him. "I was here for Kim's funeral," she reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," he blushed. "Right. I…. I knew that. Of course I knew that. Totally remembered it, too," he nodded.

The twins in the back eyed one another, and just shook their heads.

"You can just drop us off at Ron's place," Jim told her.

"You sure," Bonnie asked. "I thought you still lived…."

"We do," Tim cut her off.

"But we have to do some shopping anyway," Jim added.

"Right, shopping. The kind mom and dad don't need to know about," Tim added pointedly.

"Okay, guys," she said, pulling into the parking lot in front of the apartment complex Ron now called home since coming home from college. "Here we are."

"We'll let you know when we get a battle-suit made for you," Jim told her.

"You can come to our place, and try it out once we do."

"Meanwhile," Jim went on, "Let's try and ignore the harpy for a while," he told Ron.

"We'll see what comes up next," he nodded as they climbed out of the car. "Want to come up for a while," Ron asked as the boys walked off without looking back.

Bonnie eyes him, smiled wanly, and only then shut off her engine.

"You sure," she asked.

"You asked that last time."

"And look what happened," she reminded him.

"Hey," Ron told her. "We were both upset. Both grieving. There's nothing wrong in….comforting one another."

Bonnie sighed, and looked away.

"Is that what we did," she asked, remembering when she ran into Ron after the grumbling reporters had left, the Tweebs having shut down every camera and microphone in the area. "Comfort one another."

"Well, that, and….other stuff," the one-time buffoon blushed.

"I thought…. Well, you….might have…."

"I liked it. And you. Bonnie, you know we split up not long after I went to…..college. Kim and I found out we were better friends, than not. We just managed to stay friends….."

"And sidekicks," she asked quietly.

"More partners. Even if Kim and I never really….you know, worried about who was in charge. We just….helped."

"I know that. That's what I want to do now, too. Help. Prove I….."

"You have nothing to prove to me," Ron told her with surprising maturity. "But if you want to join us, Team Possible is always open to those that really want to help."

Bonnie looked up at him again only then, and gave a wan smile.

"I do, Ron. I do. I want my life to….to mean something, too," she said softly.

"Come on up. We can talk inside," he told her.

She nodded, and pulled the keys from the ignition.

"Ron," she asked as they walked toward the apartment building. "Do you think Kim would care if she did know if we….saw one another."

Ron stared at her as they reached the door, and he pulled it open for her.

"Bonnie, she'd just be happy we were friends. Trust me on that."

Bonnie smiled, and walked into the lobby ahead of him.

KP

Dr. Director looked up from her newest reports as William walked into her office, and set a new file down.

"And that is?"

"The debrief on Team Possible's last mission. Dementor escaped. Again."

"That isn't surprising. Even Kimberly had trouble with him," she nodded.

"We would have had him if Stoppable had followed orders," he grumbled.

"Oh?"

"He went off-script. Again," the senior field agent complained.

"Ronald isn't one for scripts."

"No. He's actually getting worse than she was," Will muttered.

Ronald has his own strengths, Will," she told him. "We just have to incorporate them. Was Dementor stopped?"

"Well, yes….."

"Then the mission was technically successful. Where is Ronald now?"

"He missed the rendezvous. I'm assuming that hacker friend of theirs will get them home, though."

"You left them in Bulgaria," Dr. Director looked up again.

"They missed the rendezvous," he declared firmly. "We couldn't risk endangering the rest of the team, so I felt it best to evacuate immediately."

Dr. Director reached for the file covering the mission now, and eyed her senior agent.

"Egos aside, there is something you are overlooking here, Will."

"I don't understand," he frowned.

"No, I don't suppose you do. My point, Agent Du, is that while Ronald is likely not the type to say anything about you jerking transport from them three…. Four times now, the Possibles are. In fact, I'd wager they are going to shove that little lapse back in all our faces if you continue to be spiteful," she warned him.

"Spiteful," Will sputtered. "Dr. Director, those children shouldn't even be in the field. At times they're as dangerous as those we pursue. And…."

"And while Ron won't say anything, recall who, and what he is. If he chooses to leave, we won't be able to find him. Or manage him. Do we really want the world's most powerful mystic ninja deciding he doesn't need our guidance?"

"I've not seen anything special from him. He seems to be pretty much the same lackadaisical….."

"Then you aren't paying attention," the head of Global Justice cut him off. "Stop cutting off Team Possible, Agent Du. That is a direct order. Or I'll start thinking you're working as a double agent."

"I would never….!"

"No? You had best consider our provisional agents may be thinking just that at the moment."

Will only frowned as Dr. Director waved a hand.

"Dismissed, Agent Du."

"Yes, ma'am," he said somberly, and turned to go, his expression grim.

KP

Two days later, Ron and Bonnie were led to a remote warehouse not far from Ron's apartment where the Tweebs revealed some surprising security to get inside. Or maybe not so surprising security. Still, that wasn't what truly stunned him.

"Whoa," Ron murmured, staring at the sleek, black jet with the TP logo on the back in red and gold.

"Say hello to the Kimminator," Jim and Tim told him as they unveiled the jet they had been building all along in the warehouse rented in Middleton near Ron's new apartment. "Mark II," Jim added to clarify.

"Nice," the monkey-master murmured.

"It's VTOL, of course," Jim grinned as they walked around the aircraft.

"With aquatic transformation, it turns into a submarine, and can go almost anywhere. We could probably even go suborbital in this baby," Tim added.

"Defenses?"

"Defenses? In our jet," Jim huffed.

"Front and rear laser canons," Tim smirked. "Fully directional shields that could repel pretty much anything. And…"

He pressed a device, and the wings split, and reviewed upper and lower rows of mini-missiles that sprouted from the wings.

"Serious….firepower," Jim smirked. "Anybody aims another missile at us, and they are toast," the young teen told him.

"Me likey," Bonnie drawled as she came around the side of the jet as she studied the vehicle. "When do we get to try it out?"

"Now," Ron told her. "I just heard that Junior is up to his usual antics, and you can bet his old man will use his nonsense as a cover for something bigger. Again. Want to go say hello to your old boyfriend?"

"I do owe him," Bonnie smiled coldly, never having quite explained why she had broke up with the playboy after that last summer.

"Is Felix coming," Jim asked, the young scientist having recently joined in a provisional manner after hearing of Bonnie's training with Ron to join the team. "We do owe him a look, since some of his devices went into this baby."

"He's got something to do at the university," Bonnie told them. "He couldn't make it this time, but he said he had something to share when we saw him again. You know how he likes to play mysterious these days."

"Right. So, let's gear up, load up, and go get the Seniors," Jim declared, and opened the hatch even as the wings closed again.

"Can you guys actually fly this thing," Bonnie asked them, remembering a few spectacular crashes in the recent past.

"No big," they both grinned.

"We borrowed one of dad's new AIs," Tim went on.

"Plugged it in, and added a few upgrades, and….."

"Completely autonomous controls," they grinned as they crowed yet again, sharing a high five.

"Just tell her where to go, and she'll get you there," Jim concluded as they climbed into the jet.

"Okay, Annie, warm up the engines."

"Activating primary power core," the surprisingly human voice replied.

"Cool," Ron murmured. "That's just like Dr. P's computer in his rocket."

"Oh, Annie is much cooler," Jim told him as they buckled in after they suited up in matching power suit's the twins had tweaked for their own use.

"Much cooler," Tim agreed. "So, where to, Ron?"

"Senior's island. At least, that was where Junior was last broadcasting. If he hasn't left, maybe we can head him off this time, and stop him from doing anything…."

"Stupid," Bonnie suggested.

"Worse than stupid," Ron agreed. "Can you handle going after Junior," Ron asked her again.

"Oh, yeah," Bonnie told him as she adjusted the right glove on her own battle-suit she had pulled on.

"Okay," Ron nodded, not about to ask more. "Annie, Senior Island."

"Coordinates locked, and navigational systems engaged. Liftoff in three seconds."

"Seconds," Bonnie squeaked even as the jet rolled out of the warehouse, and then went vertical so fast she was left gasping for air before it reached cruising altitude. The primary thrusters exploded even as it reached altitude, sending the jet racing across the sky as Ron only smiled.

"Nice job, boys," Ron told them, gathering himself for whatever was ahead.

Of late, even Dr. Director noted he was all business, and far from the buffoon most mocked in his early days.

A few of their old villains had even retired after facing this new Ron, but there were all too many out there that replaced them. Or those that simply would not learn.

Like Junior.

So far, he noted, Drakken had yet to make a move.

He knew, because he was still watching.

He almost hoped the loon did break out, because Ron intended to be there.

Some had suggested that might be why Drakken wasn't budging. Because he knew it, too, and was afraid of seeing Ron again.

Very afraid.

To Be Continued…..