A/N All right folks don't mind me I'm just clearing out my brain so I can get back to Middlewood...this is kind of AU-ish I guess

If anyone cares my next few updates should be…..A Lot Like Love….Another New Story….Middlewood….Hero/Other old stuff I've forgotten.

"Yo Mr. Dr. P, how's my favorite rocket scientist doing today?" Ron asked, strolling into the Possible's backyard.

"Ronald, I'm the only rocket scientist you know," James said as he mopped his brow with a handkerchief. He sat under a backyard shade canopy, but it was barely keeping the bright sun and sweltering heat off his body.

"That's why you're my fav, number one on a short list of one." Ron grinned. He glanced briefly at the clear blue sky. "So Mr. P hot e…"

"Ronald if you're going to ask if 'it's hot enough for me', let me answer with a preemptive 'yes it is'. This heat is driving me insane."

"Here's a tip, institutionalize yourself before the guys with the straight jacket get to you. Make it seem like it's your idea."

James chuckled and glanced at the pitcher of lemonade and clear glasses on the patio table. "Would you like to join me for a drink?"

Ron smiled. "Sounds good to me" He swiftly took a seat in the lawn chair directly across from James Possible, before pouring himself a drink.

"Ronald, let me ask you something; you're a big Star Wars Fan aren't you?"

"I'm a huge fan actually."

"In the original Star Wars, why was there a trash compactor on the Death Star? What I mean is, the Empire had the power to destroy planets. Why couldn't they incinerate their trash with lasers?"

"I always thought they would chuck the trash into space."

"Yes, then why bother with the compacting? Let me tell you something Ronald, in an infinite vacuum, it doesn't really matter how much space the trash takes up. In addition why does a futuristic trash compactor, compact trash so slowly, and with such difficulty, when a thin metal rod was introduced to the environment? And another thing, why do both walls of the trash compactor move towards each other? Wouldn't it be more efficient to have one movable wall system…."

"Mr. P," Ron interrupted, "I never thought I'd be the one to say this but it's just a movie."

"You're absolutely right. But it's just something that's been gnawing at my craw for awhile…..Ronald, you do know that Kim's not at home. She's babysitting at the Walsh's."

Ron took a long slip of lemonade. "Yeah I know… but uh, I actually wanted to talk about her… if you don't mind."

James raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

Ron ran his hands across the back of his neck. "Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about Kim for awhile."

"Go on."

"If you haven't noticed, it's been about a year since the junior prom where... uh well, you know…"

"You and my kimmie-cub became a couple."

"Right," Ron chuckled nervously, "yeah, that is indeed the particular event that I was referencing." He coughed. "Anyway the point is that uh……"

Ron paused as James topped himself off with another glass.

"Kim's a great gal," Ron said quickly.

"She's an incredible individual," James added.

"Oh yeah, totally," Ron agreed.

"Light of my life"

Ron nodded. "I was just thinking the same thing… in fact, the first thing that popped into my head this morning was 'who needs the morning sun when Kim's around?' For me, Kim sets in the east and she rises in the west."

"What do you want Ronald?"

"I'd like to marry her."

James' jaw dropped.

Ron waved his hands around. "No, not today, I'm talking about eventually, someday, in the not to distant future," he added quickly. "I'd prefer to have some kind of steady life in order before I, you know, pop the question, like having a steady career… maybe a house or two… his and her Porsches…….."

As Ron rambled off on to his own world, James couldn't help but see Ron in a different light, suddenly the days of a younger Ron tripping up all over his house, breaking precious family ornaments seemed to be a thing of the distant past.

"You really love her don't you?"

"Matching yachts…." Ron stopped when he realized what he had been asked. "Oh man, yes I do ... me and KP; we're totally on the same wavelength here. I mean, do you know how great it is when even the silence between two people is comfortable. I mean, the freaking silence, there is no such thing as uncomfortable silence between us! Have you ever experienced anything like that?"

James took another swallow of lemonade and smiled. "Yes Ron, I have."

Ron shook his head in embarrassment. "Oh right, Mrs. Dr. P."

"Best thing I've ever done in my life is marrying her… What the heck… OK Ronald you have my blessings."

Ron let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat. "Thanks Mr. P, I appreciate it."

"Like my Kimmie says, 'it's no big'."

Ron stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed his ankles "Mr. Dr. P, where did we find the luck, to get the chance to be with two of the most badical ladies this side of paradise."

"It wasn't luck Ronald, it was skill."

"Booyah!" Ron raised his glass for a toast and James tapped his glass against Ron's "to the future!" Ron crowed.

"You know Ronald, the future has a way of creeping up on you very quickly," James warned.

"Trust me Mr. Dr. P the quicker it comes, the better."


Nine Years Later:

"Stoppable" Barkin groaned "Does the phrase 'home invasion' mean anything to you?"

Ron who had been currently sprawled out over Barkin's couch abruptly sat up. "Do I? That's the hottest video game out right. I'm thinking about grabbing it for my b-day."

Barkin leaned back into his armchair. "You do realize I have the right to shoot you for trespassing, don't you?"

Ron grimaced. "Come on Mr. B, we both know that you wouldn't shoot the most distinguished student you've ever known."

"You're right, I wouldn't shoot Justine Flanner, because she's hasn't selfishly invited herself into my home."

"How is Justine anyway?"

"Last month she won a Noble Prize in quantum physics."

Ron clucked. "Well, I recently joined a gym."

"Really?" Barkin said with exasperation.

"My favorite machine there is the vending machine," he mused.

Barkin ran his hands across his face. "Stoppable, why are you in my house, sitting in my living room, taking up my air conditioning?"

"My home, my living room, my air conditioning, Mr B you're skinny dipping in lake me, you've got to get out and dry yourself off."

"What do you want?"

"I just need somebody to talk to."

"Don't you have a girlfriend? A family, friends, a pet rat?"

"Correction sir, naked mole rat! But I can't talk to them about this. Mr. B I just need to vent a little."

Barkin groaned again. "But why me? Why does it have to be my house?"

Ron glanced around the house once and twice. "I don't know, something about this place just screams tranquility. The feng shui around here is amazing, this place is comfortable, it's perfect just the way it is and there's no reason to change."

"What are you babbling about?"

Ron closed his eyes for a moment before inhaling and exhaling. "Let me set this up. I am pretty sure, well as sure as I can be; that Kim is the one, though we are currently not living together. She's going to graduate school and… I'm doing stuff… you know, to get some experience… trying to work out my degree."

"What did you major in?"

"Liberal Arts"

"Of course"

"I appreciate you holding in your laughter."

Barkin shrugged. "Well you are a guest in my home."

"Yet I see no snacks, or tea, on the coffee table. A few vanilla wafers wouldn't exactly hurt my feeling you know……Anyway, me and Kim are clicking. Two against the world, we're on the right page with the perfect format."

"I'm glad you've cleared things up, I was losing sleep worrying about you two."

Ron ignored Barkin and continued. "But lately she's been acting different."


"Yeah, things are getting complicated, and I don't know if you know this, but sometimes I can be a little oblivious……."

Barkin shook his head. "I think we need NASA to calculate how large an understatement that is."

"…….Recently I've been seeing these signs and it all started when Monique announced that she was getting married."

"I got my invitation to the wedding last week."

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, you and half of Middleton….that wedding is going to be something else. I was there when the news broke."


Eight months ago:

"Wait, what… how is this happening?" Ron cried as he tapped frantically on his game controller. "Rufus, I thought we had a pact, no secret training sessions!'

A squeal of laughter escaped Rufus' lips as he deftly pawed at a controller of his own. 'High score' the little creature squeaked.

Suddenly Kim entered the living, reached over the back of the couch and began to lovingly massage Ron's shoulders.

He melted under her touch. "Oooohhh," he cooed, "that feels really good…..what do you want me to do KP?"

"What, I can't spontaneously massage me BF every once in awhile?"

He moaned in delight. "Yes you can, but it seems like you only 'spontaneously' massage me when you want something."

She blushed and promptly stopped. "Ok, you got me, I do want something."

"That doesn't mean you have to stop…." Ron pouted.

"Ok," she happily continued, "I want to talk about that executive job at Mucho Grande Bueno Nacho that Hego offered you."

"Is that what's been bothering you? Well let me put your mind at ease Kim I'm not taking the job"

"What, why not?"

"I can tell your right now that Hego and I will have massive communication problems"

"Communication problems?"

"He doesn't shut up KP. Its yap, yap, yap with that guy."

She rolled her eyes. "You could at least try to see if you can work with the guy."

Ron shook his head "Kim I don't need to try leprosy to figure out I don't want it…look I'm practically running Smarty Mart right now."

"Ron, you're a college graduate."

"Yeeeeaaaahhhhhhh aren't you proud of me?"

"I am, but you should have loftier goals. This job with Hego can offer you so many opportunities."

Ron was about to reply when his front door slammed open and Monique bounded into his apartment.

"Monique what are you doing here?" Kim asked.

"And wasn't my door locked?" Ron blurted out.

"Kim, I've got huge news," she cried excitedly.

"Did you see that? She just broke through my door swat style."

Kim moved in closer to Monique. "What's the sitch Mo?"

A huge smile came to her face. "KIMITHINKHE'STHE'ONE!" she said quickly.

"What did she say?" Ron said when he saw Kim's face light up.













The two girlfriends broke down in each other arms crying hysterically. Tears of joy streamed down their faces, as they were overcome by extreme happiness.

Ron and Rufus glanced at each other.

"What just happened?"

Rufus could only shrug.


"It was another half an hour before I found out it was the good type of crying and not the bad kind of crying."

Barkin chortled "Women, and they get upset when we say we can't understand them."

They both laughed aloud for twenty seconds or so before Barkin abruptly turned serious, cutting off his own laughter leaving Ron to guffaw on his own.

"Stoppable, stop laughing," Barkin instructed; Ron did his best to stop on a dime but instead ended up in a coughing fit.

"I'm concerned son; you seem to have grown complacent."


"Complacent: To be pleased, especially with oneself or one's merits, advantages, situation, etc., often without awareness of some potential danger or defect; self-sat……."

"I know what complacent means; I'm a college grad you know….ok so I'm complacent, so what? I got the girl, I'm done with school, I've a pretty decent job by anyone's standards, I've got my health, I'm a B list celebrity……what's wrong with complacency?"

"Too much complacency can be a bad thing."

"You know what else can be a bad thing, an inhospitable host." He coughed. "My throat is a little parched; I could use a little iced tea and maybe a piece of lemon cake on the side."

"Fine," Barkin grumbled before clambering to his feet.

"Don't worry; I'll just keep talking as you whip up a little snackage" Ron adjusted himself on the couch. "Anyway Monique was really excited about her engagement….. What is it with girls and marriage anyway? I mean, like the very next month she was already picking out her wedding dress…she invited Kim, who in turn of course invited me."


Ron sat in a corner of the bridal boutique and watched wordlessly as Kim and Monique discussed every minute detail of an event that was perhaps months and months away from happening.

Monique adjusted her bridal veil. "…..and I'll have flowers in my hair, maybe sunflowers, no roses, white roses with dew drops on them. And all of the bride's maids will have satin shoes; everything in the room must match my dress of course."

"You're going to look beautiful," Kim proclaimed. "So I've been wondering are you going to keep your last name?"

Monique smoothed out her dress. "I don't know, there is that inner urge to really bond with my future hubby, and sharing a name is one way of doing it. But even though it might seem less important these days, keeping my last name is still a statement of equality and empowerment for women and….."

Monique stopped short when she caught sight of herself in a large mirror. She twirled in a circle letting the dress flow all around her. "I'm going to look like a princess! Kim, for one magical day, I'm finally going to be a princess!"

Kim and Monique embraced and once again the tears flowed freely. Then as if on cue Monique's mother burst into the room. "Honey you look just like a princess!"

"I know," Monique cried. Then her mother embraced her and it quickly became a three way hug.

Ron watched over this scene alone from the corner of the room.


Everything is happening so fast. It's like things are changing all at once, Monique is getting married, Hanna's turning nine…….I mean we were in high school like what, three days ago?"

"Time flies Stoppable."

"And look at Josh and Tara, their kid turned two years old three months ago. Two years old!!"

"They've sent me pictures, cute kid."

Ron's eyes narrowed. "That's what everybody says, but I've stared into the eyes of the tiny menace. And I've only got two words, bad road."


Ron grabbed Kim's hand before she could knock on the front door of the Mankey home. "KP, tell me again why we're visiting the home of your old boyfriend."

She turned to him. "One, Josh and Tara are our friends. Two, they're happily married with a beautiful child, they've just moved into their own house and they've invited us over. Three, we dated for what? The time between home room and U.S History?"

"Well, he kissed you before I did. You get shot for that kind of stuff in my hood."

"Are you done?"

"Actually I'm not. There are so many better things we can be doing than visiting these so called "friends."

"Like what?"

"We can spend the day in bed," he suggested coyly.


"Hmmm, you dismissed that a little too quickly for my liking. We could go to the arcad…." He hesitated when she crossed her arms over her chest.

"The movies…."

She glowered at him.

"We could go to the park and read poetry to each other."

She sighed.

"We could be, not visiting Josh and Tara."

Kim took the opportunity to knock on the door. "And I don't want to see you sulking around the place. Put on your happy face."

"You sound like a kindergarten teacher," Ron quipped. "So what do we call this couple anyway…Jara…Jora…or maybe Tosh…..Tash?"

Kim looked at him as if he was crazy. "What are you talking about?"

Before Ron could answer the front door opened. "Kim, Ron I'm glad you guys made it."

"What are you talking about Josh," Ron grinned as they followed Josh into the house. "Wild horses couldn't keep us away from the Mankey House."

Josh opened his arms out wide. "Welcome to our very humble abode."

"It's beautiful," Kim declared while scanning the initial hallway.

"Two car garage, four bedrooms and two bathrooms," Josh boasted.

"The living room is a little bare," Ron commented. Kim deftly jabbed him in the gut with her elbow as she stepped into the room containing a single loveseat and a couch.

"Yea we still haven't gotten the furniture we ordered from Milan."

"Milan, Oregon?" Ron asked.

Josh glanced at Kim then back at Ron "No uh, Milan, in Italy."

Ron whistled. "Wow, that's way more impressive."

And so the tour continued, Josh ushered them past the bedrooms and the master suite, onto the patio and the through the dining room.

"I've got to hand it to you Josh, it sure is big….maybe a little too big," Kim jabbed him again. "I'm just saying there's something to be said about a small cozy apartment," Ron argued.

Kim gave him a sullen look and Josh chuckled. "Hey, a few years ago I would have said the same thing. But when Tina was born, I knew we had to move into something more appropriate. We've all got responsibilities to take care of, you know."

Kim shot Ron another look that seemed to imply 'I hope you're paying attention'

What was that look about? Ron wondered. "By the way, where's the mama and baby bear?"

"Over here guys," came a voice from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for making you wait," Tara said as she exited the kitchen. "I had to fight to keep Tina from tearing off her dress."

"She's going through a nudist phase," Josh whispered to Kim and Ron.

"Right," Ron replied. "Why is he whispering to us?" he in turn whispered to Kim just as an adorable little blond in a sun dress, carrying a plastic doll, stepped out from behind her mother.

"Oh she's so pretty!" Kim exclaimed as the little tot waddled over to them.

Ron crouched down to one knee. "Hey little lady," he pointed at her doll, "who's that?"

"Ron I wouldn't do that…." Before Josh could finish his warning, Tina whipped her doll at Ron's face. The doll's hard plastic head struck him in eye before he could blink.


"Ron!" Josh, Kim and Tara crowded around him as he cried out in pain clutching at his left eye.

"Let me see it," Kim said as she looked over his now bloodshot eye.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he forced himself to chuckle. "It's ok, girl's got an arm like Roger Clemens," he laughed.

"She's going through a "throwing" phase," Josh announced.

"Sure, of course."

"I'm so sorry Ron."

"Tara, I'm fine really…..No big."


Ron was massaging the area around his stinging eye as Kim and Tara chatted, when Josh entered the living room with a tray of plastic of cups.

"Sorry, we'd have clean glasses for you to drink from, but my beloved wife thought it was a good idea to dump all our old kitchenware before the new ones arrived."

"Well," Tara smiled at her husband, "our kitchenware might have arrived on time if my darling husband hadn't messed up the order."

Ron shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Sweetie, I already told you I didn't mess up the order; I clearly remember explaining every tiny detail of the order to their customer service rep. It's not my fault he was incompetent."

Kim chuckled nervously. "I swear, if that was me I would have had a screaming match with that jerk."

"I know you would Kim, but my intrepid husband doesn't believe in such things. That's why he let the people remodeling the kitchen walk all over him," she said sweetly.

Josh took a seat on the arm of the love seat Tara was sitting on. "Now cupcake, I already explained that you have to deal with these people delicately or else we'll have to take out a second mortgage just to pay for new kitchen tiles. If you would just listen to me every once in awhile you'd realize I know what I'm talking about," he said through his teeth.

"Of course honey but…."

Ron cleared his throat.

"Oh I'm sorry," Josh said, "what were you guys talking about before I interrupted?"

"Uh we were talking about how great married life is," Kim answered.

Is that what they were talking about? Ron thought bewildered.

Josh smirked like the Cheshire cat. "Oh it's pure bliss, I just couldn't imagine waking up next to any else besides my sweet T…I love you baby."

Tara grinned herself. "I love you, too Snookie. I'm sorry… I know I've been stressing you out to the maximum."

"As long as you keep lovin' me to the maximum, I'll get by just fine. Like they say, marriage is three parts love and seven parts forgiveness."

"Ooooo I love it when you quote Lao Tzu to me." Josh leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on his wife. Then they quietly pawed at each other ignoring the fact that they were two other people in the room.

Ron gawked at them as if two aliens had just landed in the room and offered to serve man. He was seconds away from making a wry remark to Kim when he noticed that she was now mesmerized by this disturbing display of public affection.

He heard her mutter something unintelligibly, it sounded like something along the lines of "romantic and sweet"

Eventually, Jara or Tosh whatever they'd prefer to be called; broke their kiss and separated but not before rubbing their noses together in an act so syrupy Ron could swear he could feel his teeth starting to rot. Tara turned to Kim. "So when are you two going to take the plunge?"

Ron's plastic cup fell to the floor. Luckily for the carpet it was empty.

"I uh what?" he exclaimed.

"You guys have been like a married couple since high school," Josh teased, "why don't you just make it official?"

"Oh, you know, things haven't exactly aligned properly…..the stars and the planets" he joked

"You know" Tara started "Married people are much happier and likely to be less unhappy than any other group of people. Plus, mental illness is lower in married people as compared with unmarried or divorced people. And believe it not, but it's been scientifically proven that married people live up to eight years longer than divorced or never-married people."

Ron nodded. "Oh yeah, I totally know all about that, I read the very same article, online somewhere….the thing is…" Why wasn't his G.F saying anything, and why was every eyeball in the room on him? Especially Kim's, it was like her pupils were boring into his soul.

Ron continued to stammer when he felt a slight tug at his leg. He looked down to see tiny Tina pulling at his pants.

"Aw, she wants to apologize for earlier," Kim cooed.

Ron patted her on the head. "Apology accepted little T," he turned to Josh and Tara. "You guys are so lucky, she's the cutest little thing eve…"

"Ron, I wouldn't do that."


Ron turned away from Tara back to Tina just as she sank her teeth into his open palm.


"Kim it's not like I don't like kids….I love kids…but they should seriously consider renaming the little gremlin Damiana."


"You're shushing me?" he held up his left hand for her to see. "Do you see these teeth marks…I think she hit bone! Kim I think I'm going through a "kid hating" phase"

"Shhhh," Kim repeated, "here they come….I'll kiss you booboo when we get home, will that make you feel better?"

"A little" Ron pouted

"Tina's finally asleep… I'm sorry we should have mentioned that she was also going through a "biting" phase."

"Amp down Tara, I'm totally Fonzie…but uh let me know when she's going through a sniping phase so I can go look for cover."

"Ron, are you sure your hand is ok?" Josh inquired.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"So not the drama Josh, trust me, Ron's tougher than he looks….I hope you weren't to hard on Tina?"

"I'm going to be honest, I tried to discipline her but when she looked at me with those adorable doe eyes and kissed me on the cheek, I pretty much folded," Josh admitted.

"You know how kids are," Tara beamed. "They make you crazy all day, pushing you right to the edge until they do something so sweet and charming it makes you remember how much you really do love them."

Kim smiled before giving Ron a fleeting look. "Sounds like someone I know."

Josh then clapped his hands together "So how about a game of Monopoly?"


"So we played monopoly, then we followed that with a rousing game off trivial pursuit. After that we watched some Hugh Grant movie and we rounded the night off with Kim and Tara exchanging gossip in the kitchen while Josh told me how much he sold his latest painting for."

Ron sighed as he lay down on Barkin's couch. "In high school Josh used to be so cool. Now he's telling me how it's the perfect time to get a house because it's a 'buyers market', whatever that means." He sat upright. "Then, as we're leaving, he pulls me to the side and says "You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without."

"The nerve," Barkin stated

"Exactly! Like I don't know what Kim means to me….. no one knows how much I love that girl but me….Sometimes I even feel sorry for her, she fell in love with me and has been paying for it ever since….." With that said he plopped back down on the couch.

There were two more weird incidents after the Josh, Tara fiasco. The first one completely freaked me out.

"What happened?"

"Two weeks ago, Kim got a dog."

"What's wrong with her getting a dog? You have a pet don't you?"

"I wish it were that black and white."


Ron sat with his right arm wrapped around Kim as they sat on the couch in her apartment. He stared into the adorably hazel eyes of the tiny fawn colored creature with a wrinkled black mask that was snuggling into Kim's lap.

"A puggle?"

"Yeah, it's a crossbreed between two breeds of dogs, a pug and a beagle. Isn't she just the cutest thing?

"I didn't know you wanted a pet."

"This little cutie caught my attention when I volunteered to work at the University's adopt a pet rally. When she looked at me with those angelic eyes, I knew there was no way I could walk away from her."

"Cool," Ron said as he ran his fingers through the dog's fur. "She is a real charmer isn't she?"

"Did you hear that sweetie, daddy said you were charming."

The sound of someone slamming hard on the brakes immediately followed by screeching tires


Kim scratched the puppy behind its ears. "You are a charmer aren't you? Yes you are, yes you are…."

Ron nonchalantly stood up as Kim continued to caress her new pet. "Um, excuse me," he said before making his way towards the bathroom.

"Did I just hear that?" he wondered as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Ok, what if I did hear that. Is there something wrong with what she said? No, actually in a way it was kind of hot," Ron ran his hands under the open faucet and splashed some water on his face. "But then again, in another way it irked me on some level……..irked?"

Ron chuckled. "So she said daddy, why am I freaking? It doesn't mean anything…it was probably just a one time thing. I should bring it up to her. Yeah, she'll probably just laugh."

A sudden sense of relief washed over Ron as he stepped out of the bathroom. "Hey KP, you know you just called me-----"

"Ron you're just in time," she interrupted. She placed the puggle on the ground. "Come on, show Ron your trick, come on girl, sit up, sit up for mommy."


Ignorant of Ron's temporary paralysis caused by the sudden shock of calling herself mommy; Kim walked over to him and grabbed him by the hand. "Come closer, maybe she'll do it if we both cheer her on."

As Kim pulled him along, by some weird coincidence Ron's eyes fell on a particular book in Kim's book shelf. Urged on by some vague yet strange sense of curiosity mixed with foreboding Ron put his left arm out and snatched the book from the shelf as Kim dragged him away by the arm.

Somehow he knew what the book was without bothering to read the title. "A book of baby names?" he said aloud.

Kim stopped in her tracks before turning towards him with a hint of crimson on her cheeks. "Uh……"

Ron's mind quickly conjured up an explanation for this peculiar item. "Are you using this to name the dog?"

"Oh no it's not for her I…." Kim stopped mid sentence when she realized her mistake.

"Huh?" Ron said as he flipped the book open. "Who are they for then?"

"FOR?!" She cleared her throat. "No one really…."

"You've got a lot of names marked in here. Wait, if you got the dog today, why are these pages so worn and torn? It looks like someone's been reading through this almost every night."

'Um…you see, the thing is that……"

"If it's not for the dog," Ron continued, "why would you mark the names? Why would you even have a book like this anyway?"

"I uh…because…well," Kim stammered. "Now that I think about it, this book was here when I rented the apartment," she said.

Ron was on the verge of coming up with a few follow up question, when there was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," he told her, his train of thoughts having now been derailed. Kim let out a sigh of relief as headed for the front door.

Why was she so flustered? All I did was ask a simple question? Something is going on here……

As Ron continued to piece together his jumbled thoughts he unlocked Kim's front door.


"Hey, it's the Dr. P's," Ron bellowed. "Come on in, your daughter's casa es su casa," he said as he lightly pecked Mrs. Possible on the cheek, and followed it up by shaking Mr. Possible's hands.

"We thought we'd stop by and see the new addition to the family."


Kim held up the pup for all to see. "Here she is."

"Oh she's so adorable" Anne squealed. "Oh come to grandma!"


Ron watched as the two female Possibles' clamored and fawned over the confused canine, he couldn't help but laugh.

"A dog is wonderful but it's not like it's a……baby or anything right Mr. P," Ron turned to James only to see him winding up a disposable camera.

"Well, you know how our girls are, sometimes they get carried away," he replied before placing the camera up to his right eye. "Kim, hold her up again so grandpa can capture some memories." He shouted happily before rushing towards his family.

Grandpa? What the heck is going on here?

"Don't just stand there like a statue Ron, come and join us."

"Ok. Whatever you say KP," Ron said as he slowly marched towards the middle of the living room.

Something very weird is happening here.


"I have to admit, that is a bit bizarre" Barkin stated.

"Tell me about it."

Barkin ran his fingers along his chin. "So Possible is transferring certain maternal urges to a pet. That's perfectly normal for a woman her age."

"Maternal urges huh?"

"Yes, maternal urges."

Ron looked down at the ground. "Have you ever noticed that if you're wearing tight shoes, you forget all about your problems?"

"Stoppable focus…..marriage and parenthood consists of a lot of responsibility, and a lot of pressure, things that you are obviously afraid of."

"Afraid is such a strong word."

"Then there are the other standard fears associated with such a commitment. A fear of getting sick of each other, a fear of having children and bringing them into this horrible world, a fear that life wont be 'fun' anymore. Are you ok son you look like you're about to faint?"

"Well if I am going to faint, let me get this last thing of my chest first."



Ron rubbed his hands together as he kept his eyeballs glued to the screen. "This might possibly be the greatest minute and a half of my life."

His heart skipped a beat when the television suddenly shut itself off.

"What the heck?"

Suddenly Kim appeared from the shadows of the room. She twirled the T.V remote in her hand like a pistol and stuffed it into her pocket. Then she walked across the room and seated herself on Ron's lap.

"Uh, did you need something? Because the F.F trailer is about to come….."

She quickly silenced him with a deeply satisfying kiss. "Wow," Ron huffed when the kiss broke, "KP if you're trying to seduce me, you don't really have to go through all this trouble. All you really have to do is exist in the same dimension as I do…"

She smiled at him; a look of intrigue on her face.

"Seriously, when it comes to you, I'm easy as Sunday morning." He paused, something was definitely up.

"It's not your birthday," he said unsteadily, "that's not until May fiffffffffffffffffffff"


"Fifteenth" he said quickly, "I was just about to say that if you had just let me finish…...It's not an anniversary is it?"


"So, why did you turn off the T.V?"

"I want to talk about us."


"By 'us', do you mean me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No actually, you've been perfect"


Kim pressed her beautiful lips together. "Ron we've been together for a long time right?"

"Well if you look at it terms of the whole universe, it really hasn't been that long," he replied.

"Ron, do you love me?"

"Is Monkey Fist a freak?"

She nuzzled against his neck. "I love you too and I was thinking…."


"Thinking about what?" He studied her face to see if he could find a quick answer. But of course the deeper workings of her mind were an enigma to him.

She started to playfully tug at his earlobes. "I think we should……"


In a flash Kim instantly transformed into what Ron had dubbed 'Mission Kim'. She leaped off his lap and sprinted towards her room.

Ron let out a deep sigh. "What was that about?"

Kim returned abruptly around thirty seconds later. "I'm sorry Ron but we've got to move, trouble in Siberia."

"Yeah, ok I'll get the coats."


"Oh man, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?"

"It's just you, I've got central air conditioning. So what do you think she was going to say?"

"I've played the scene in my mind a million times and it always turns out the same."


Kim pressed her beautiful lips together "Ron we've been together for a really long time right?"

"Well if you look at it terms of the universe it really hasn't been that long," he replied.

"Ron do you love me?"

"Is Monkey Fist a freak?"

She nuzzled against his neck. "I love you too and I was thinking…."


"Thinking about what?" He studied his face to see if he could find a quick answer. But of course the deeper workings of her mind were an enigma to him.

She started to playfully tug at his earlobes. "I think we should……" Abruptly she pushed him down and pinned him against the couch.



"Well I have to tell you for the first time ever you're actually having a fairly normal reaction to something, for someone in your position."

"So do you have any advice?"

"I can't really tell you anything you don't already know. You obviously love Possible, it's up to you to find out why taking the next obvious step is so scary to you."

Ron lowered his head. "Yeah, yeah I guess you're right. Thanks for listening though."

"I don't think I really had a choice." The next minute or so were steeped in silence.

Ron stood up. "This has been really good….venting like this…..so I'd like to schedule another appointment for next Thursday night."

"Thursday night is no good; I'm going to the Opera."


"Don Giovanni."

"Nice…I think…..you got a date?"

"I will be accompanied by a lady."

"Bout time, God willing she'll mellow you out….Anyone I know."


"Nice," Ron repeated. "So is Friday afternoon good for you?"

"I've got a Pixie Scot meeting then…Friday morning however is doable."

"Seven A.M morning or eleven A.M morning?"

"Eleven A.M is fine."



Ron entered his apartment to find Kim lying on his couch, bathing in the glow of the television set. He'd almost forgotten that she was staying over for the weekend "Kim, are you awake?"


He sat down and she placed the back of her head on his lap, while staring up at him "I was just thinking" he said

"You were"

"You're all I want, you know that right?"

"Of course I do"

He didn't say anything as he continued to stare down into her lovely face

"And?" she said when he remained silent for more than a few seconds.

"I think….that…we….should….move in together?"

"Oh," there was a tiny hint of disappointment in her voice. "Wait, was that a statement or a question?"

"Um….uh…..a statement, a definite statement."

"That's…that's great." There wasn't any disappointment in her voice this time. Nor was there anger or sadness, it sounded optimistic, hopeful even, and dare he say, he heard a bit of excitement.

"No, it's better than great it's wonderful. Like they say 'we'll dip our toes in and test the temperature,'" she said.

He felt her lips brush against his and they embraced for a brief yet highly enjoyable kiss. Then she broke away and practically jumped off the couch

"Hey where are you going?"

"I'm going to tell my mom the good news."


A/N I'm not too confident about this one but it's been rattling around in my brain for awhile, but I had to get it out or I couldn't move on to the other stuff. So there you go, hope you dug it, read and review.