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Self-Government
I.
Kim snuggled up next to Ron, who she had learned in recent times was ferociously comfortable to sleep with. She felt incredibly well-rested, as if she were, well, a professional sleeper. Truth be told, she felt as if she'd been out for ages, as if she'd closed her eyes and gone to sleep eleven months, and not a few hours, ago. Perhaps the years she had spent with the self-proclaimed "master of marinating" were rubbing off on her a little bit too much…
In any case, the young redheaded hero felt incredibly refreshed, and was ready to get on with her day. Her BFBF was another matter altogether. As if there was any doubt of that, he let loose an epic snore.
II.
Senator Troy Bell stood in front of his massive desk as he practiced reading a statement to the press, one in which he was announcing a Congressional hearing into the vigilante antics of one Kim Possible.
Bell grinned. When he was done with her, Possible would be a mewling wreck. At the very least, she'd be click-bait that would draw in salacious, er, concerned, voters, who wanted law enforcement and defense personnel respected, or at least left to do their jobs.
The truth was, Senator Bell didn't know Kim, only her reputation, which now included rejecting his boy. And Bell took that personally, for rejecting Troy Bell, Junior, was, in the self-important politician's mind, essentially rejecting his father. Kim may have "saved the world," but when he was done with her, she wouldn't be able to save herself.
III.
A richly appointed submersible, named appropriately enough, the Evil Pop Sensation, surfaced near the Zodiac and a hatch on the top of its sail flipped open. Then, Senor Senior, Junior emerged.
"Bon-Bon, you are well!" he squealed as he threw open his arms.
She cocked an eyebrow at her (ex?) boyfriend. "You think?"
"I will admit that I am not sure that this sea air is good for your hair, but you otherwise seem to be fine," he replied before he looked with great interest at his manicured fingernails. "Now, I hope you have learned your lesson," he added in a voice that in its intonation surprisingly reminded her of Senor Senior, Senior's. The self-absorbed heir then looked up and stared at Bonnie, who had the wit to look contrite.
"I'm sorry, Junior. He wasn't worth it," she said apologetically.
Troy looked offended. "Hey!"
Smiling, Junior looked at Bonnie. "You may come aboard, my love, and recline on my vessel's fine Corinthian leather." Then, more glacially, he added. "Alone."
Bonnie looked at Troy. "It's been real, but we're done," she said as she climbed out of the small craft and clambered onto the submarine.
"You're leaving me here?!" Troy shrieked.
"The answer to your question Mr. Pretty Boy," Junior said, "is 'yes'. Good bye!"
Bonnie then took her beau's hand and climbed up and through the hatch, leaving Troy alone and adrift in the Zodiac.
As the Evil Pop Sensation dropped beneath the waves, Troy found himself thinking how much he loathed Middleton, Colorado — a city he had never visited. As far as he was concerned, two women, one dork, and nothing good came from that place.
IV.
"Whoa!" Ron screamed as he flew through the air, only to hit the mat with a thud. "KP! No fair!"
Kim stood smirking with her hands on her hips. "Is that the best you can do, Monkey Master?" she asked. She was in good form, feeling ferociously refreshed from her sleeping with Ron and her subsequent workout with him.
He groaned, then slowly got up. "Kim, Kim, Kim, I know the boyfriend rules. Never, ever make the GF look bad."
"Oy! Not with the rules again!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Well, KP, you got to admit some of them are kind of, well, true."
"Look, Ron, do you think bad guys like the Lorwardians or Monkey Fist or the Yono are going to care about me 'looking bad' the next time we face them?"
Ron sighed as he sat with his legs crossed. He showed his palms, as if surrendering. "No. But I can't hurt you, KP."
Kim knelt by him. "That's ferociously sweet, Ron, but if I were up against villains, I don't think they'd have the same reservations."
"Whoa! You don't think I'm a villainous bad guy now, do you?"
Kim rolled her eyes, then she blew in his ear and whispered seductively, "Villainous? Not so much. But I know you can be a bad boy …"
Ron reddened, "Well, uh, yeah, but I thought you liked that …"
Kim grinned, then put him in a headlock. "Time and place, Ron. Training now, fooling around later," she snapped as she began to give him a noogie.
Ron sighed, then did something he'd never done before. Acting on gut instinct, he concentrated, then focused on his hands, and wiggled his fingers. Much to his amazement, pulsating ribbons of blue, red, yellow, and green light appeared between his palms, which then began to warp as he moved his hands around. "Hey, look at this, KP!"
"Nice try, Ron," she said, not seeing what her boyfriend was doing, before she tightened her hold on him.
Ron then faced his palms away from him, the strands of light surrounded Kim, and she was suddenly flung away, right into the wall, which, he was glad, was padded; still, he freaked. "KP!" he shouted as he ran over to her. "I-I didn't mean to throw you!"
"Whoa!" Kim groaned as she rubbed her forehead. Then, she said with a smile. "No apologizing, Ron. How did you do that? That was spankin'!"
"For reals?" he asked.
"Mm hmm," she replied, before she gingerly rubbed her side. "But you can so give me a massage."
Kim was fascinated by Ron's new-found abilities, which she called his "mad skills." Before he had a chance to let his mind wander, she had him demonstrate what he was able to do. When they were done, she embraced him.
"So, you think I did okay?" Ron asked.
"You are, without a doubt, one ferociously monkey-powered BF," she said with a grin before giving him a buss on the cheek. "You do me proud, Ron Stoppable."
V.
Kim's good mood was given a rude kick to the curb when she returned to her room and found a congressional subpoena awaiting her.
She icily took the document from the delivery person, tore it open, and immediately began to grimace as she read the text.
Ron, standing by her, began to rub her shoulders, which had the desired effect on Kim.
"This is so ferociously wrong," she growled.
"I thought you liked the massaging. Am I missing the tense muscle?" Ron asked.
"No, your massages are spankin'," she purred. "It's Senator Trouble," she added as she handed the subpoena to her boyfriend.
Ron perused the note, then frowned. "This guy wants you to testify before a committee?"
"No, he wants to embarrass me," Kim snapped.
"Well, it's not like you haven't been seen with me," Ron said. "I mean, like at the UN, when my pants fell down …"
Kim cocked an eyebrow, then smirked. "So not the same, Ron."
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, his confusion betraying his lack of understanding.
"You without pants? I'm all about that," she said. "Troy Bell, senior or junior, so not interested."
"I think your dad would prefer I not quote you on that," Ron said, before adding, "At least about the pants thing."
To Be Continued …