First KP fic. Don't shoot!

A Stupid Bet

Kim Possible gritted her teeth as Bonnie rambled on about how much she sucked as head cheerleader, and how the squad would be MUCH better off with her leadership blah bluh blah...

"Bonnie, sorry to interrupt, but we have a routine to practice." Kim said sharply before storming to the center of the gym floor, the rest of the squad following.

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Puh-lese. Just because you save the world does not mean you're the best at everything."

Kim groaned. "Bonnie, I just said we need to practice!"

"You're not the boss of me!"

"Um, guys?" Tara called nervously, looking between the two rivals. "Didn't you have, like, this exact same fight last week?"

Kim suddenly had an idea that would shut up the stuck up Queen Bee for good. "Tell you want Bonnie. If you can make up to those rafters..." The red head gestured towards the high rafters supporting the ceiling above them. "...then you can be head cheerleader. But if not, I stay head cheerleader and you have to carry my books for a month." Might as well get something out of it.

"Hey! What will you do if I win?" Bonnie asked.

Like that will happen. But Kim smiled. "Your choice."

Bonnie frowned in thought, before a smirk worthy of Shego's crossed her perfect face. "You'll have to stay at the Middleton Prison for a week. Deal?"

Kim raised an eyebrow before nodding. "Deal." It's not like Bonnie could ever-

Before Kim could finish her thought, Bonnie had bounced of the trampoline stacked in the corner and latched on to the gym ropes. She swung herself up and bounced off the wall, spinning and gripped the metal rafter. In front of Kim's horrified gaze, she easily pulled herself up and landed.

The Middleton Cheer Squad went crazy, whooping and cheering. Kim stuttered. Bonnie slid down the rope and landed neatly.

"You never said I couldn't use the ropes." Bonnie said smugly. "Hope you have a nice week in prison. And I WILL be checking to make sure that your holding up your end of the deal." Bonnie led the girls towards the other end of the gym, leaving behind a very annoyed teen heroin.

"KP, I don't wanna go! I'll get torn to pieces!" Ron Stoppable wailed as his best friend/girlfriend dragged him up the crumbly pathway to the prison.

"I'm not happy about it either. Not only did I lose the bet, but my dad is making me hold up my end of the bargain. 'A Possible is always true to their word, Kimmie. You should have thought about the risks of gambling, and you wouldn't be in this little muddle.'" Kim mimicked.

Ron blinked in surprise. "So, this is your PUNISHMENT?"

Kim snorted. "I know. Nice parenting skills. Letting me live with a bunch of criminals and villains. With my luck, I'd end up having Shego as a cell mate. If you come, I won't have to sleep with one eye open."

Ron, who knew his girlfriend just wanted him there for comfort and company, decided it was going to be a long week.

The Warden meet them at the concrete doors. "Ms. Possible, I was quite surprised when I got the call. Are you sure you want to do this? Prison is no place for a young lady like yourself."

Kim managed a smile, her death grip tightening on the front of Ron's shirt. "Well, if I'm going to do a project on the functions of prison, I might as well get firsthand experience...this won't go on my record, will it?"

"Of course not! Now, here are your jumpsuits. You can change in the staff washrooms. Then you can go the main dining hall."

Kim accepted the orange prison suits. "If it's all right with you sir, we would like to go straight to our cells after we change."

The Warden, confused, nodded. "Well...alright."

Kim sighed and stared in dismay at herself. "I look like a convict."

"Is yours riding up? Mines riding up." Ron grunted as struggled with his own uniform. "Well, at least I won't lose my pants."

Kim smiled. "At least I have you to go through this with. Thank you so much, Ron." She hugged her boyfriend tightly. "Hey, where's Rufus?"

"I left him with Wade. I didn't want to bring him here. Camille Leon's crazy dog thing might have tried to catch him again."

Kim took a deep breath and grabbed Ron's hand. "Let's get to our cell before anyone sees us. The last thing I need is harassment and being mocked."

One of the guards led them down the empty, narrow, concrete hallway and hustled them into their cell. "I wish you luck. I would never have the guts to live in this place voluntarily."

Kim glanced around. Two steel beds with a thin blanket and hard pillows and a rusty sink. "Talk about five-star service."

Ron peered through the metal bars and groaned loudly. "Unbelievable! We have Monkey Fist right across from us!"

Surprised, Kim squinted and spotted the small plate that labelled each cell. "Terrific. Hey, I wonder who's beside. Please don't be Shego, please don't be Shego..."

Two small windows connected to each side wall. Ron struggled to see who their neighbours were but studying the belongings.

"Well?"

"From the looks of it, Shego and Drakken."

Kim slammed her head against the stone wall. "Terrific."

Ron went to the other side. "Golf clubs...Killigan and...I think Dementor." He slumped onto the steel bunk. "KP, they put us in the block with all the villains and mad scientists!"

"Would you call this karma, or bad luck?" She asked.

Voices began to echo down the damp corridor. Kim and Ron looked at each other in horror and nervousness.

Their enemies were coming.

Should I continue or bury this in shame? Review please!