Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company own all rights to the series Kim Possible. I use and abuse the characters to dance to my own tunes. I'm a real bastard with the way I treat them.

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THE EMAIL

Bonnie Rockwaller tried to wipe the tears from her eyes with a tissue before she swiped the computer mouse over her address book to send the email she had just written. She quickly left-clicked on a name and buried her eyes in the sleeve of her purple cheer sweater to clear her vision again. "Damn," she uttered to no one but herself, "I really hate it when I send a note to Dr. Rhonda and get so emotional. I wish she was available right now so I could talk to her instead of sending this email." Bonnie tried to focus on the alarm clock near her bed but when she couldn't read the digits through the blurring tears she decided it must be time to get ready to head off to school anyway. "I need fix my makeup before I head out." She sat down at her vanity and blew her nose in another tissue before taking a deep breath. "I can do this. It's just one more lousy day of acting like Queen Bonnie. One less miserable day until I can put it all behind me, get the Hell out of here and start anew." With that affirmation she set to work making herself presentable for another drudge filled day as a Senior at Middleton High School.

Ron Stoppable wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way back to his room. "I love a good shower in the morning. Might as well check my e-mail before I head out," he said to no one but himself, " though I doubt if I have any. I hardly ever get email cept when KP wants me to remember some important homework assignment and there didn't look to be anything important when we worked on it last night." He logged on to his computer and clicked on the mail icon. "Maybe Wade has sent an email to say how his study of Rufus is going. I really miss the little guy." While waiting for the ancient mechanism to retrieve any inbound missives he dressed in his usual cargo pants and red hockey jersey over a black sweater.

PING PONG. "You've got mail."

Ron spun around in utter amazement at the voice from his computer. "Hey! I got one!" he gleefully chimed and rushed to the machine. He peered warily at the sender's name and subject lines. "'Queen B'? Who could that be and why would they want to tell me their 'Thoughts and Feelings'?" Ron shrugged and opened the communications.

Hey R,

I tried to call but you weren't in the office yet. I know we don't have another session until next week but I'm feeling down right now and need to get some things off my chest. It's the same old stuff but I need to vent to someone before I head off to school."

Ron paused for a moment. "Must be someone that's beefing to a friend about Life, the Universe and Everything. Same old story," he whined. "But why would they call there meeting a session and why did the email get sent to me?" He continued reading.

My Senior year is moving along just like the last three years at Middleton HS. I'm still the most popular girl in school and my posse, my so-called friends, are acting more toady all the time. I still only have one real friend, T, and she's beginning to spend less and less time with me. She says it's because of her BF but I know she broke up with him almost a month ago and hasn't glommed onto anyone new since. I think she's waiting to go off to college before she starts a new relationship which means she's blowing me off.

"Oh no," Ron shuddered, "it's one of my classmates. It's... it's BONNIE!" he practically yelled in realization. "It has to be. She's the most popular girl and the friend she mentions is Tara. Tara broke up with Jason last month and hasn't been seeing anyone since. But why would Bonnie be emailing me and what session is she talking about?" Intrigued, Ron read on.

I know you've told me like a thousand times to drop the whole Food Chain concept and make new friends but it's just so difficult with the pressures from my family (especially from Connie and Lonnie who started the whole Food Chain when they got into high school) and the girls in my posse. They really love the way I run things. I am the most popular and it rubs off onto them which means they're popular too. It's become almost a drug to them, and to me also. I've told you I find the whole deal disgusting but it's hard to stop when you're at the top and, like I said, getting pressure from my sisters and especially my parents to be the best. The 'rents insist I should be the most popular, the best dressed, the most snooty They expect me to fit in with the elite snobs they run with and the only way that will happen is if I continue my evil Queen Bonnie ways. I'll also have to keep it up if I'm to keep my A- grade point average. If I give up the damned Food Chain my studies will suffer with all the turmoil and chaos that would ensue and the void I would leave. My Court would surely beg me to choose who would take my place and hound me until I do. Even then I doubt if they'd leave me out of it.

Ron sat back in his chair and thought aloud. "Wow. Bonnie doesn't want to act like she does but there's so much pressure from all angles. She can't quit. I know this was suppose to be sent to someone else and I shouldn't be reading it but it's like looking at a car wreck. I can't take my eyes off it." He dove back into the missive.

We've discussed what I should do to correct the situation but I can't follow through. If I hadn't been so hard on R all these years, maybe I could take that step you suggested and become friends with him and K. I've been absolutely horrible to him for so long now I doubt if he'd even speak to me, let alone become my friend. I've described him as somewhere between a Saint and a small child. He's both actually. His naiveté is quite endearing and he's adorable to watch whenever he's called on or stumped about something in class. When he gets flustered or embarrassed his freckles turn a brilliant shade of pink. He's just so cute and lovable, but I could never tell him that. He would so spaz out on me. But, he's a real Saint too. He runs off at the drop of a hat to stop the Big Baddies with K and I know he must be frightened out of his wits when he goes. (I've heard he gets so scared sometimes he drops his drawers.) I feel awful for him tho, since he'll never amount to much in the world. He deserves better. K says he's going to study to be a chef and run his own restaurant but I don't think he has the acumen to run a business like that, even though he'll make a wonderful chef. I just hope K never gives up on him. If they ever break up R would be crushed to the point of no return and the world would lose a real hero.

Ron stared at the screen of his computer. "Bonnie wants to become friends with me and KP but thinks she's been too hard on us. She doesn't think I can run my own restaurant neither. There's some strange news heaped on top of the bizarre. If Bonnie doesn't think I can make it maybe I can't, and would Kim dump me if I can't cut it? But Bonnie called me a real hero and thinks I'm adorable!" Ron let out a nervous titter before he read on.

Sorry if I've rambled a bit here but my thought are so chaotic right now I'm surprised I got my homework done at all. I'll need at least an hour to put on some makeup and get myself together so I'd better end this now before I break down entirely and can't make it to school. If you can, I'll be available to talk on my cell after cheer practice. T wants to go shopping but the thrill is gone and I don't think I can get up enough energy to go to the mall today if I tried. I'll have to make up another excuse to bail on shopping with T. Maybe I'll pull out the old reliable. I'll tell her my Mom cut off my credit cards for a week to curb my spending. That always works.

Thanks for letting me bend your ear again. I'll talk to you later or see you next week in our therapy session.

Truly Yours,

BR

"Whoa!" Ron exclaimed as he sat back in his chair. "That's a lot to try to warp my head around." He glanced at the clock and saw it was almost time to head to Kim's house and head to school. "I'm gonna have ta think long and hard about this 411." Ron printed up a copy of the email and stuffed it in his backpack before he turned off his computer and headed downstairs for breakfast.

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"KP," Ron said shakily to his beautiful red-headed girlfriend who was holding his hand and walking beside him on their way to school, "would you know if Bonnie has my email address?" He quickly amended, "Not that I'd expect her to send me one or anything."

Kim Possible smiled at her boyfriend. The totally random, out of the blue question being a normal occurrence. "Your info was added to the cheer squad list last year Ron, when you became the Mad Dog. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Ron said too quickly as he began to breath heavily and scratch his nose. He turned away to hid his obvious unease at lying.

"Ron!?!" Kim queried harshly as she stopped and yanked his hand so he spun around to face her. "What happened?"

"It's just..." Ron hemmed and hawed a bit but saw the emerald-eyed girl would settle for nothing less than the truth. "It's just that I got an email from Bon Bon this morning and it was like totally bizarro."

"What did it say?"

Ron peered at the ground between them. "I don't think I can tell you. I think it was suppose to go to someone else and it was sorta personal."

"How personal?" Kim questioned. Ron didn't answer. He continued to gaze at the ground in what appeared to be contemplation. Kim knew this mood of his and decided to try the kind, motherly approach. "Ron, please answer me. How personal was it?"

"Therapist personal," Ron barely breathed not looking up. "It was suppose to go to her therapist."

"Bonnie's in therapy?" Kim pondered aloud, "it figures. Her family is rich enough and any little problem has to be dealt with immediately and professionally."

"Bonnie doesn't got a little problem," Ron said, gaining some steam as he raised his head and looked Kim in the eye. "From what I read she has oh so the drama on her hands and I think we can help her." His raised spirits swiftly departed him. "But I don't know if we should. If she finds out I got her email she'd probably kill me."

"You've might have already violated doctor/patient confidentiality by reading it," Kim postulated as fact. "Your best course of action is to forget you got the message and do nothing about it. Let the professionals handle her problem. Now, let's get to school before we're late and Mr. Barkin gives us an afternoon full of detention." Kim started to walk on.

"I guess you're right KP," Ron tittered and ran to catch up with her. "Even though Bonnie called me a cute hero and wants to be our friend," he thought to himself.