Kigo

On Board, Baby 1

On Board, Baby

(Third in the "On" Series)

A Kim Possible Fanfic by

Nate Grey (XMAN0123-at-aol-dot-com)

Monique couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.

Kim and Ron had disappeared shortly after lunch, almost certainly on another mission to save the world.

Now, though, it was well after midnight, and she hadn't gotten the usual call from Kim confirming that they were both at home, safe and sound. It was something they'd only started recently, now that Monique had her own personal Kimmunicator. Ron might've forgotten to call, but Kim never had. So something had to be really wrong.

To make things worse, a thunderstorm had rolled in, and showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Monique had considered the possibility that the storm was keeping Kim from calling, but with the near-unlimited access Wade had to advanced technology, it didn't seem all that likely. And with the rain constantly pounding at her window, and the thunder booming loudly overhead every few minutes, Monique thought she might go mad before she finally got the call she was waiting for.

She never did get the call, but that was fine, since she got something much better...or worse, depending on how one looked at it.

Around two in the morning, the rain pounding on her window gradually turned into a rapid tapping, which then turned into outright knocking. Monique looked up to see the soaked face of Ron pressed against the window. She ran over and threw it open, allowing Ron to stumble in and get rainwater all over her floor.

"Ron, what happened?" she asked as she pulled off his wet jacket. "Where's Kim?"

"We got...big trouble," Ron gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

Monique suddenly noticed the oversized backpack on his back, especially when it shook slightly. "Oh, poor Rufus! He must be soaked!" She tore open the backpack and got the shock of her life.

Instead of the expected sight of a cold, wet naked role mat, what greeted Monique's widening eyes was a cold, wet two year-old girl. A very familiar looking two year-old girl, in fact.

"Oh my Lord," she breathed. "Kim!"

The little girl blinked and turned startlingly green eyes on her. They lit up at once with recognition, and the girl's small, slightly chubby fingers reached out for her eagerly.

Monique carefully picked up the toddler and held her at arm's length. "Kim?" she whispered again, holding the girl closer to her face.

The toddler grabbed two small fistfuls of Monique's hair. "Mo-Mo!" she shrieked happily.

Monique felt the girl's round little face with a trembling hand, then reached up to pat the two tiny pigtails in her red hair.

"Had a run-in with Professor Dementor," Ron explained. "He shot KP with this funky ray, and the next thing I knew, she started shrinking. I got her out of there while he was doing the whole evil laugh, and we went straight to the nearest Smarty Mart, since none of her clothes would fit anymore." He paused to take a breath. "Do you know how hard it is to dress a squirmy toddler while you're looking the other way? I swear I put the pink overalls on her backwards at least twice."

Monique shook her head. "Ron, we have to tell Kim's mom."

"What? NO! We can't tell Mrs. P! She'll kill me!"

"Ron, it wasn't your fault. And she's a brain surgeon! We have to know if this ray had any negative affects on poor Kim's brain! I mean, you see what it did to her body!"