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A Kim/Ron Fanfic.

Well, from all the reviews and interest from the chapter, I guess I didn't screw it up to badly.

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Previously

She could still read the manufacturer's initials on the back of them. Robert's On Nantucket Shoes.

She looked at the shoes and then at the wedding dress that hung in her closet and thought that the hem of it was so close to the floor that no one would ever see her shoes. That is until Ron removed her garter after the wedding.

Opening one of the drawers still left in the room, she got out a can of shoe polish and a rag and started to clean and polish them Smiling to herself, she thought that these would be just right for a part of the bridal tradition.

"Something old."

But very reliable.

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As the guests began to arrive it was quickly discovered that just about everybody would be put to use as ushers at some point throughout the day. It wasn't that Felix, Jim or Tim were being slackers, but the number of guests that were showing up was overwhelming them. Ron did ask Kim's mother to send out one of the members of her bridal party to act as a bouncer if need be. She could remain just inside the doorway if needed.

In the first stages of planning the wedding, Kim and Ron had only wanted to have family and close friends, but requests from people that they had helped or had helped them in the past quickly put the kibosh on such an idea, and that was before the various dignitaries of various governments started to send their requests through the State Department, who would just forward the request on to them but with their stamp of approval now added on to it. Trust the government to help screw things up.

The couple had to come up with a way to cut the numbers wanting to attend down, so they added the stipulation that only the dignitaries could attend, not their entourage, body guards, secretaries or anybody else. Just themselves with no weapons or devices for personal protection of any kind. Their protection would be taken care of by them and Global Justice. As an added precaution they added specific numbers to each of the invitations and recorded who was given which one.

The numbers quickly dwindled down to less than three hundred. Even the President of the United States backed out under those restrictions. They then cut the number down even further by eliminating all of those that were just doing it for the prestige of being able to attend, which were quite a few and concentrate on only those that had helped them or those that they had helped. A lot of people thought they could gain some respect by being at their wedding.

The people that everyone escorted to their seats, as I said were numerous as well as diversified. Jim and Tim, for instance, seated Former King Wallace III and the current President Wally. He had been so popular when he abolished the monarchy when he came of age that the people kept re-electing him as president and for such a small country it certainly helped out during the rebuilding of the damages left over from the Lowardian invasion. It was ignored by the Lowardians so after they were defeated, Wally urged his people to help the rest of the world rebuild. Almost every family there had at least two members helping in other countries. Even what was left of the Knights of Rodeghan, pitched in with manpower and money.

Quiet and shy Felix Renton got to seat M.C. Honey. She was going to be part of the entertainment for after the wedding and had been helped and had helped them several times with rides and such.

While Felix got to escort M. C. Honey, Wade got to escort Britina to her place for her part in the ceremony. She would be the vocalist for the bridal music as she walked down the aisle, replacing the traditional wedding march. Britina's music had adapted through the years so she was still just as popular now as she was over six years ago. Both she and M. C. Honey had managed to avoid the drinking parties and drug use that a lot of entertainers went through and it ended up being their downfall. They both spoke out against them and the entertainers became even more popular with the older generations.

Ron had a delightful surprise when he went to escort the next person in line when he saw a very distinguished older Spanish gentleman waiting patiently for him at the head of the line. Señor Senior, Sr. Ron was a little disappointed that he did not see his son or daughter-in-law with him though. Ron had hoped that Bonnie would have been able to put her long-time rivalry with Kim and her dislike for him behind her and would have come to the wedding. Some things were not meant to be, he thought to himself.

"Ron Stoppable." greeted the senior Senior. "Greeting to you on the festive day. My best to you and your intended bride. You complete each other."

"Señor Senior, Sr. I'm so glad that you at least decided to come." replied Ron with a smile. "I do hope though that you are not planning any shenanigans for today though."

"On your wedding day? Never. That would be uncivilized as well as rude." the senior relied. " No, my days of your, shenanigans as you say, are past. I have a new hobby for my spare time now, one that is much more fulfilling. That of being a grandfather."

"Well congratulations sir." said Ron as he handed the gentleman a yarmulke to wear, as all of the ushers had been doing for all of the male guests and he offered his arm after that. He had noticed that Señor Senior, Sr. looked like he was relying more on his cane than Ron remembered he use to. The senior Senior looked at the offered arm and saw it for what it was. An offer to walk without appearing to be hampered by the one thing that even all of his wealth couldn t buy him, freedom from old age. Taking Ron's arm, he accepted the offered assistance.

"Where are Junior and Bonnie? I guess she didn't wish to attend."

"No. Not at all Ronald. Bonita has been having random labor pains for the last couple of days so Junior and I had to talk her out of attempting to make the trip. She is due any time now with my second grandchild."

"Well, I see then that she has been busy doing that if nothing else since high school."

"Ah Ronald, you misjudge her. Since she graduated from that...that...summer school, she changed her life around. At first I thought she was just a female version of my own son, I am sorry to say, but she convinced him that singing was not his strong point. Except in France, but then that is such a silly country anyway, but he could still become more famous in the music world by becoming a manager instead. He might still do a closing song or two as the people left after the concert. Junior has actually become a man with a vision and his following it now. Together, they have several entertainers under legal contracts. Some of them are no longer that much of a money maker for them, like the Oh Boys, but still..."

"Wait." interrupted Ron. "They have the Oh Boys under contract?"

"Yes they do, even though it is an almost worthless thing now."

"I might be getting in touch with them then. I have an idea that might prove beneficial to both of us." Ron said as he seated the former villain.

As he turned back to get another person, he saw something that took some of the joy out of his heart. Steve Barkin was escorting Lord Monty Fiske and Dr Amy Hall down to their seats. While Lord Fiske had been possessed by a part of the Yono's spirit and became Monkey Fist, he had committed atrocities against Steve's daughter, Yori. (The Monkey's Tail, Books II and III.) It was too late for Ron to intercept them now. He just hoped that Steve could hold back his feelings about the man.

To say the situation was awkward for both men would have been stating the obvious when they realized that Steve would be the one seating them. He stoically offered his arm to Dr Hall before walking them to their seats. Amy tried to make small talk, asking about himself and his own marriage to the director of Global Justice, but Steve just responded in non committal grunts or single word responses as he stared straight ahead of them. It was a long walk to their chairs.

After seating them without looking at them, Steve started to head back to the doors to help the next guests, when Monty Fiske said to his back, "I still wake up screaming from the nightmares."

That stopped Steve dead in his tracks. He backed up and looked down at the man that had spoken to him and asked, "What?"

Monty inhaled as Amy rubbed his hand. After releasing his breath, he said, "The lights removed my memories of when I was Monkey Fist...but I still hear your daughter's screams and HIS laughter in my nightmares. I've tried to...make up for it in some way by starting the Yori Barkin Rape Clinic here in Middleton, but it doesn't help that much. I know it doesn't make anything right, but I am sorry."

Steve looked down at the man and remained silent as he tried to put into words what he felt.

Finally he said, "I don't hate you if that's what you think I feel. More importantly, Yori doesn't hate you. We hate what you were forced to do while you were possessed. I have a little more trouble separating the "you now" and the "you then" that you were forced to be than she does, but I'm sure that if you ask her to dance with you at the reception, she would say it would her honor to." He paused then and continued, "She had some nightmare too, but with a lot of help and love from her friends, she has moved past them now for the most part. I can give you some names of people that can help. It might require a trip or two to Japan, but they can help you."

Lord Fiske looked Steve in the eyes now as some of the haunted feeling left him for the moment as he said, "Thank you."

"I'm sure that the happy couple feels the same way, or else you wouldn't have been invited. I'm sorry if I appeared to hate you. I just have my own problems to work through. Maybe we could help each other on that." Steve then gave a small smile as he offered him hand to Monty, who took it and shook hands with the man as he replied. "Maybe we could."

Before Steve left them he said, "I think Yori would like that."

Later, after all the guests that they were expecting had arrived and Ron was getting preparing to go with his father and her father to "veil," the bride, Ron noticed two men approaching the entrance to the hall. One was a very heavy, slightly balding man of middle age while the other was a very tall man with a broad set of muscles that were apparent even through his dark suit. The red fez on his head merely finished the statement of "body guard" to the other on to anyone who looked at them.

His curiosity piqued, Ron decided to greet the men himself.

Ron offered his hand to shake the first man's hand as he said "Big Daddy Brotherson and ..." Since Ron had never heard a name given to the big man, he came up with his own. " Mr. Thud." remembering Big Daddy's favorite game."

Chuckling lightly at the name, Big Daddy shook Ron's hand. Mr. Thud never extended his when Ron offered his to him.

"So what brings the biggest and best information broker in the world here?" asked Ron. "I don't remember seeing your name on the request or invitation lists."

"Ah." said Mr. Brotherson. "But I have an invitation." he said as he produced one and handed it to Ron.

Ron examined it and noticed the number at the bottom, identifying who it was intended for. Quickly checking the list to compare names to numbers, he smiled and said, "Funny Big Daddy. I don't recall you being elected to be the president of the United States."

"Oh, I figured that in order to gain admission to your wedding I would have to pique your interest. What better way to do it? Besides I have a wedding present for you and I can't simply "give" it to you. I must receive something in return or else I might start getting a "good," reputation and that would be bad for business. My business anyway."

Ron's interest was definitely now piqued. Big Daddy Brotherson never gave away information nor did he ever offer it to begin with. He always waited till someone wanted it and that would mean that he could charge money for it. A lot of money.

He would have been willing to let them enter, but he and Kim had added the stipulation about no body guards could attend.

"Tell you what Big Daddy, you can come in, but Mr. Thud will have to wait outside the building till after the wedding. There is a dinner across the street where he could wait for you."

"Oh dear." said the information broker. "Now that does pose a problem. You see, I never go anywhere without...Mr. Thud with me. It's simply bad for my image."

Ron wondered what kind of game Big Daddy was playing. He was trying to play Ron like a fisherman would try to catch a fish. Present the bait, take it away. Present it again and then take it away again. Hmmm. Game. Ron thought to himself.

"All right Big Daddy. Let s play a game then. If I win, you can come in but Mr. Thud has to wait across the street. If you win, you can both come in."

"An interesting concept Mr. Stoppable. It seems that I have nothing to lose in this game except my companion and you would have nothing to gain ahead of what I'm already offering."

"Okay." said Ron with a big smile on his face. "I get his fez too if I win."

"His fez?"

"Yes. I like fezzes. Fezzes are cool."

"Very well." said Big Daddy now that the game was more interesting. "What is the nature of your game?"

Stepping back Ron looked at Mr. Thud and said, "Mr. Thud is about six foot, eight inches tall. If you add about three feet for his arm's reach, I would say he could reach something about ten feet without any trouble. Ron stood back from the man about eleven feet and said, "All Mr Thud would have to do is touch me, anywhere on my body or clothing, after you say go and you win. I will stay right here in this spot and not move."

"What is the "catch," Mr Stoppable?"

"The "catch" is that he would have to go through my bouncer in order to touch me."

Smiling now, confident in his companion's abilities, Big Daddy said, "Very well then. Produce your bouncer and let see how this game plays out."

Ron waved to someone that was standing just inside the doorway to come out and a little nine year old oriental girl stepped into view. She was dressed to be the flower girl.

"This gentlemen, is my bouncer, Hanna Stoppable. She is also my baby sister. Say hello to the nice men Hanna."

The little girl shyly waved to them and said "Hello nice men."

Mr. Thud growled at what he thought to be an insult to himself. Mr Brotherson simply smiled at Ron, knowing that he had been played and played well. After all, what kind of an information broker would he be if he didn't know about Ron Stoppable's little sister, Hanna?

Ron held up his hand to stop things from going any further as he said to Hanna, "Remember that this is just a game we're playing Hanna. Only go about fifty percent. Okay?"

The little girl nodded to him as she smiled at the mountain of a man. She was missing one of her front teeth.

Big Daddy turned to his companion and said, "I suggest you go all out and not hold anything back."

Mr. Thud merely nodded once as he prepared himself to attack.

Big Daddy looked at both people as he said "Ready..."

He waited a moment and then said "Go!"

One second after the word "go" was uttered, Mr. Thud's arm was fully extended and his right index finger was one inch from touching Ron's shoe. Unfortunately for him, his left arm was pulled up behind his back as he was now kissing the floor and his left thumb was about that same distance from being inserted into his right ear. It was then that he started beating the floor crying the word "uncle," like a small four year old would cry.

"That's enough Hanna."

As she got off of Mr. Thud, without even having mussed up her dress, she said, "That was fun. I've never fought someone wearing a suit before."

As the man got up and turned to leave as per the agreement, Ron stopped him long enough to claim his fez as a prize and suggest he get some ice for his left arm. Ron then turned to Big Daddy and invited him inside.

Big Daddy smiled as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a photograph and handed it to Ron. "Well played Mr. Stoppable. Well played indeed. I look forward to the games you and your wife will present to me in the coming years."

Ron examined the picture and before he could say anything, Big Daddy said, "It is authentic. I don't deal in false information. It's bad for business."

In the background was a bank's sign that displayed the time, date and current temperature. According to that, the picture had been taken this morning around eleven o'clock. It was what was in the foreground that was most interesting.

Ron shook hands with the man and said "Thank you Big Daddy. I'll put this to good use."

"I'm sure that you will Mr. Stoppable. I'm sure that you will."

After seating his newest guest, Ron found Wade and showed the picture to him to see if he thought what he thought about it. He did.

"Wade, I have to go in with the dads to "veil" Kim. While I'm doing that, see what you can find out about it please. I know you have your laptop with you and you are wired into the world. If anyone can get the intel about this, it's you."

"I'll have something for you by the time you get back, and put it out of your head." replied Wade.

"What do you mean Wade?"

"It's your wedding day and tonight is your wedding night. I'll figure out how to deal with this problem and still let you two have today and tonight. Uninterrupted."

"Thanks Wade."

"Hey. It's my job. I am your best man."

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Next chapter, what's happening with the ladies while all of this was going on.

Some updated stories;
MikeyX58 has updated Crash

Storm Chaser by BearSent176

Between The Stars by Mahler Avatar Take a look.

They are pretty good stories.

I have fallen behind on my reading other people's stories and I am sorry about that.
I do plan to get caught up on them soon as I can.

TBC

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