Notes: I needed to do this. Partially because someone demanded more Bonnie/Tara fics, and because it had been floating around my head and taking up valuable space. And we can't have that.

Summary: Bonnie Rockwaller shows up on her own doorstep, claiming to be from the future. But when her dark predictions keep coming true, present Bonnie suspects her Shegoton counterpart is somehow causing them to occur.

Hindsight

A Kim Possible Fanfic by

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

Bonnie Rockwaller woke up as something soft and pleasantly fragrant ticked her cheek. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she looked to the left to find her best friend's blond head resting lightly on her shoulder. A glance at the clock above the TV showed that it was just past midnight, and the TV itself was showing some commercial about a tampon with wings that apparently actually did make flight capable. Sighing, Bonnie picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and debated whether she should get them both to bed now and risk waking Tara, or wait a little longer in hopes that Tara would wake up on her own.

The second idea proved best, as Tara moaned softly and opened her eyes a moment later. "Mmm...Bonnie?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Did we miss the movie?"

"Looks like it," Bonnie replied, absently checking her shoulder and front for drool. "Guess we should take this as a sign and go to bed, huh?"

"We'd just fall asleep again if we did anything else," Tara reasoned through a yawn. "Besides, what's the point of us spending tomorrow together if all we do is sleep through it?"

In truth, the thought of lying in bed all day with Tara just a few inches away was oddly comforting to Bonnie. It was so easy to appreciate her best friend's presence, even when they weren't really doing anything at all. No one else had that kind of effect on her, nor did Bonnie let her guard down around anyone else. Tara was someone she trusted completely and without reservations. That was why when her mother and older sisters had left town on a business trip, Bonnie had called Tara to keep her company. She could've just as easily called any other girl on the cheer squad (save Kim), but Tara was the only one she would've honestly enjoyed having around the whole weekend.

Tara's voice broke into her thoughts. "Uh oh. I think I left my change of clothes at the game tonight."

Bonnie shrugged. "So you can borrow some of mine. We can stop by and look for them in the morning."

"But I was sitting next to Kim right before we left. Maybe she saw them and picked them up for me."

It was the kind of thing Kim would've done, being decent and thoughtful and whatnot. "Maybe," Bonnie admitted. "Call her from my room. Her number should be...third on speed dial, right after Brick's."

Tara blinked in surprise. "You have Kim on speed dial?"

Bonnie smirked. "Well, she IS on the squad, and you never know when I might have to gloat by phone."

"Um...okay." Tara gave her an odd look.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Call her already. I'll make sure everything down here is locked."

"See you in a minute," Tara called over her shoulder as she went upstairs.

Normally, Bonnie didn't give much thought to home security, but the combination of being left in charge of the house and having Tara over made her much more mindful of it. Any other time, she would've just armed the system and gone to bed, but tonight she went through the trouble of performing the various area checks. Before she could finally arm the system, though, the unthinkable happened.

The doorbell rang.

Bonnie's first thought was not to answer the door. No one she knew would dare come to her house so late without calling first. On the other hand, it was probably an emergency. It would have to be, if the person expected to get into her house at all.

Curiosity got the better of her, so Bonnie peered through the peephole. She could only make out a great deal of brown hair and a fairly impressive figure, considering she only had a peephole view to work with.

"Who are you?" Bonnie asked bluntly.

"Distant family," the woman replied. "I have something that belongs to you, Bonnie."

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but Bonnie couldn't really place it.

"You'll have to do better than that. I don't normally lose things."

"Believe me, I know. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that right now, you're wearing a football-shaped locket that reads, 'For Bonnie, Hottest Babe I Know'."

Bonnie's heart stopped. The locket was actually in her pocket, only because she thought Tara would laugh at Brick's latest attempt at being romantic. But that was still a very accurate description of it.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I happen to have the very same locket on me right now."

"WHAT?" Bonnie flung open the door, her temper getting the best of her. "I don't know you think you are, but Brick is-"

"So not worth our time, Bonnie," the woman sighed, turning to face her for the first time. "We have much more important matters to discuss."

Bonnie felt her knees turning to mush. She wobbled in the doorway, and started to sink slowly to the floor, but the woman stepped forward and caught her, dragging her into the house and closing the door.

"Sorry about this. But I couldn't exactly warn you without sounding crazy, could I?" the woman asked, pulling Bonnie over to the couch.

"But I...you can't be...not possible..." Bonnie murmured.

"Afraid it is, sugarplum. Unlikely, I'll admit, but real. You go ahead and pass out if you need to. I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Sugarplum," Bonnie said faintly. "Only Daddy called me that..."

"Force of habit. Sort of. It's complicated." The woman shrugged. "As I'm sure you've figured out for yourself. I guess, in a way, I feel like a parent, seeing you like this. Not to say you're a child, you're just...obviously younger."

Before Bonnie could reply, they were interrupted by a voice from upstairs.

"Bonnie? Is everything okay down there?"

The color seemed to drain out of the woman's face. "Tara?" she whispered brokenly. "She's...alive?"

That question unnerved Bonnie to no end. "Of course she is!"

The woman took several deep breaths. "You don't understand. She-"

"Can't see you here," Bonnie interrupted. "She'll take it even worse than I did, no doubt. So tell me what you want and go."

"It's not that simple," the woman protested. "There are so many things that I need to tell you, and I don't have a lot of time left. Just tell Tara I'm family. That's true enough."

"I'm not going to lie to her!"

"It's not a lie! How else do you explain my face? The locket? Knowing your father's nickname for you?"

Bonnie looked away, not because she was avoiding the questions, but because if she had to look at that face for one more moment...

"Bonnie?" Tara asked again, sounding much closer this time. "I'm coming down."

"Hide!" Bonnie hissed frantically, leaping off of the couch and trying to shove the woman into the hall closet.

"No," the woman said firmly, shrugging her off. "She needs to know!"

"How can you say that? I didn't need to know! Neither of us do! Now get out!"

The woman smirked at her. "I never thought I'd say this, but when I was your age, I was a real bit-"

"Bonnie, why didn't you answer me?" Tara asked as she stepped off of the stairs and came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth. Finally, she swallowed noisily and whispered, "Bonnie...how come there's two of you?"


Tara couldn't shake the feeling that Bonnie wasn't being entirely truthful about the visitor. This was largely because she knew Bonnie had never lied to her before, and suddenly there was a great deal of tension between them...at least, on Bonnie's part.

"She's not really your aunt, is she?" Tara asked when they'd retired to Bonnie's bed for the night.

Bonnie remained silent, her eyes fixed firmly on the wall.

Tara sighed and drew her legs up, resting her chin on her knees. "If it's some sort of big family secret, you know I wouldn't say anything."

"She's family," Bonnie muttered. "Let's just leave it at that, okay?"

"So...how long is Aunt Bonita going to be crashing in Connie's room?"

"Don't know. Didn't think to ask."

"Did you notice she stared a lot?"

Bonnie sighed. "She doesn't. She was just staring at you."

"Why?"

"Don't wanna talk about it right now."

"...Bonnie, do you want me to leave?" Tara asked softly.

Bonnie sat up at once. "And leave me alone with HER? Are you nuts?"

"Well, you're not acting like you want me around anymore," Tara pointed out.

Bonnie closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sorry, T. It's just...her being here is really freaking me out. It's not you, I swear."

Tara relaxed somewhat. "Then why did you let her in?"

"I didn't realize who she was at first. She probably would've just broken in, anyway."

"Is she dangerous?"

"Since I let her in, probably not. Mostly, she just wanted to talk."

"And you don't want to? What did she do to make you dislike her so much?"

"Aside from ruining a perfectly good sleepover? She told me something I didn't want to hear. Something I don't ever want to hear."

"What?" Tara asked.

Bonnie started to answer. But then she made the mistake of looking at her best friend. All it took was a glance into those big, blue shining eyes in the darkness, and her throat went dry. She sighed and licked her lips. "It's not something I want to repeat."

"Oh." Tara couldn't hide the flash of hurt and disappointment in her eyes as she looked away.

Bonnie rolled onto her side and stared angrily at the wall. She didn't like having to hide things from Tara. But she could hardly repeat what Bonita had told her. It could very well be the ravings of a madwoman.

Even worse, it could be the truth.

She didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe anything Bonita had said. But her story was starting to make more sense, and the look on her face when she'd first heard Tara's voice seemed too painful to fake.

Bonnie knew she would have to make a choice in the morning. Either she would call the police, or she would listen to what Bonita had to say. She was still considering her options when a hand lightly touched her back.

"Sweet dreams, Bonnie."

Bonnie closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to never hear that voice again.

Ten minutes later, she woke up in a cold sweat, her body shuddering violently. In that moment, Bonnie knew her decision had already been made. Taking a deep breath, she rolled over and stared at Tara's sleeping but troubled face.

If there was any chance that she might never see that face again, she had to do everything in her power to prevent it.

"Some things are too precious to lose," Bonnie murmured, slipping her hand gently over Tara's as she laid back down. It was a long time before sleep claimed her again, but by then, Tara's troubled look had given way to a serene smile.


She had meant to wake up early, at least before the girls did, but her own body had a way of defying her will, no matter how strong she assumed each was.

So she was mildly disappointed, but not all that surprised, when someone shook her awake.

"Hey. Auntie. Wake up."

She was vaguely aware of a hand in her hair, but, recognizing it as her own, the only move she made was to open one bleary eye.

Bonnie was kneeling in front of her, frowning. Tara stood at the door, looking both confused and maybe a little frightened.

"You look like hell," Bonnie commented.

She smirked weakly. "Oh, good. Was afraid I only felt like it."

"Well, you better not be faking to try and get sympathy."

Her face paled. "You want proof, hand me that trash can. Quick."

Several trash cans later, she was starting to feel better. But that only meant there was nothing else to puke up.

"Okay," Bonnie said finally. "Either you're pregnant, or you're sick. And I'm betting it's the second one."

"Got it in one, sugarplum," she whispered, shuddering slightly.

Bonnie's left eye twitched, as if she were going to protest being called that, but she took one long look at her 'aunt' and decided against it, for some reason. "And I guess you're in no mood to talk?"

"Nope. Gonna do it anyway, though," she murmured, slowly sitting up in bed. "We don't have a lot of time. It's a matter of life and death. Literally." Her eyes flicked over to Tara, who took a step back. "Don't be afraid, cutie. I'm in no shape to hurt anyone. That's not what I'm here for."

"Then why are you here?" Tara asked, trying to sound polite.

She smiled wistfully. So much like her own Tara, it was scary. Well, not really. More sad, and ages of missing her smile had...well, enough of that.

"Call me crazy, but I'm trying to keep you two alive just long enough to regret my being here."

Tara shot Bonnie a helpless look. "Um...what?"

"It's only going to get weirder from here on in." She paused and looked at Bonnie. "Your call, sugarplum."

Bonnie blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I would consider some of this stuff private. You okay with her hearing? Not much of it is pleasant news."

Bonnie didn't even look over her shoulder to gauge Tara's reaction. "Talk. Tara isn't going anywhere."

She could feel the start of a smile stretching across her face, so she got rid of it quickly. "Good. Bad news first."


Bonnie was not surprised that there were some holes in Auntie's story. What surprised her was that it was some time before she actually noticed them.

First and foremost, there was no detailed mention of exactly how she'd time traveled. Bonnie wasn't particularly interested, especially if it was the cause of her vomiting episode. If it wasn't, that was definitely something to ask her about later (the sickness, not the time travel).

The second hole was Auntie's description of Shego (or the Supreme One, as she insisted on calling her). Rather, it was the rich detail in which she described Shego that made Bonnie curious. For one thing, it implied that she knew the woman personally, and for another, if Shego was as bossy and paranoid as Auntie made her out to be, why would she let any of her peons just waltz into the time stream? Bonnie suspected that Auntie was some sort of high-ranking slave. It made sense that she would've been good at executive butt-kissing, after all.

But the holes were hardly the parts of the story that really bothered Bonnie. It was the parts Auntie left in that shook her up.

Like how Tara was supposed to die in a car crash roughly a week from now, on her way to the school dance with Josh Mankey.

Bonnie's fate was only slightly better: she lived much longer, only to discover she had a rare blood disorder. The good news was that if Auntie was still alive to tell her that, well, she didn't have to worry about actually dying for some time. Although it would be enough like being dead, without Tara around.

Tara took the news...not badly, because she chose not to believe it. Bonnie wasn't at all surprised. Tara really liked Josh, and had been looking forward to this dance for a long time. If she chose to believe, the night was ruined.

Of course, if Auntie was right, it would be ruined a whole lot worse.

If she was right.

That thought ran through Bonnie's mind a great deal as the dance drew closer and closer. If Auntie was right, Tara was going to be dead in a few days. If Auntie was wrong, Tara would quite possibly have the best night of her life with the guy of her dreams.

But if Auntie was right, Bonnie would have to live with the fact that she'd let Tara die without lifting a finger to stop her. And if there was one thing Bonnie was afraid to live with, it was that.

Auntie made the decision for her, though, by pulling her aside the day before the dance.

"Look, sugarplum. I know she's your best friend, and I know you want her to have fun. But if you're anything like me, then what I say next should convince you I'm right."

"She's got her heart set on it," Bonnie blurted out.

"I know, but listen to me." Auntie lowered her voice. "I've done this before, kiddo. Too many times before."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean every time I tell you this, it NEVER sinks in. Never. And Tara dies every single time, no matter how much I try to change it. I've lost count of how many attempts I've made to stop this night from coming true."

"Wait, wait. You're saying...that you've gone back in time before?"

Auntie laughed bitterly. "You think my blood made me puke up my guts? People aren't meant to go back in time, especially not as much as I have. Now I'm paying for it. But I'm telling you, every single trip was worth it, if I can get you to believe me just once. That's all it'll take to save Tara."

"What do I have to do?"

"You have to believe me. And then you have to make Tara believe you. It doesn't matter what you tell her, so long as YOU tell her. I've tried this so many times, sugarplum. You are the ONLY one that can stop her, the only one she'll listen to. If you tell her not to go, she won't. Just tell her to cancel, because if she's with Josh Mankey on that night, she's going to die."

"So you're saying Josh is going to die no matter what?"

"I have no clue," Auntie admitted. "All I know is every time they're together in a car on that night, they die. You have to stop her, Bonnie. Only you can."


Tara had liked the dress entirely because she absolutely loved that shade of blue. But it was Bonnie that had first noticed it matched her eyes. Bonnie always noticed the little things that made the big impact. At least, where fashion and decorating were concerned.

This night would be perfect. She would be dancing with Josh, her perfect guy, in a perfect dress, picked out by her perfect best friend. Tara knew the sight would meet Bonnie's approval, if she was going to be there to see it at all.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Come in!"

"Tara, we need to talk," Bonnie said as she slipped into the room.

"Sure. Can you make it quick? Josh is probably on his way right now."

"That's kinda what we need to talk about."

"You changed your mind about the dance?" Tara asked hopefully.

"Yes, but I'm still not going." Bonnie paused. "I don't want you to, either."

"What?" Tara's jaw dropped. "But...you said you didn't believe her. We agreed that she was crazy and we were just humoring her!"

"I know, I know. But what if she's right, Tara? We can't risk it."

"What are you talking about? Bonnie, this is MY night! With Josh!"

"What if it's your last night, with anyone? Tara, please, don't go!"

"You can stay home if you want, but I'm going to that dance." Tara started to step around her, but Bonnie blocked her path.

"Tara, wait!" Bonnie placed her hands on Tara's shoulders. "Just listen for a minute, okay?"

Tara sighed. "One minute."

"Look, I know Auntie sounds crazy. But it's not what she said that made be believe her. It's how she is."

"What do you mean?"

Bonnie bit her lip. "I mean her eyes. The way she stares into space sometimes. And how she looks at you when you're not looking. I think they're all signs. They have to be."

"Signs of what?"

"Signs of living through this night and not stopping you. I don't want to end up like that, Tara. I can't live knowing I could've saved your life and didn't. If you never listen to me again, listen to me now. I know this night means the world to you, but you mean the world to me. I think you should spend this night with the person who is most likely going to be in your life ten years from now. If you really think that's Josh, go. But if there's any doubt in your mind, then stay with me. I'm begging you, Tara. Please."

For an endless moment, Tara only stared at her. Then, without a word, she pulled away from Bonnie and left the room.

Bonnie watched her go in silence. Then her expression crumbled as she did, her legs giving out as she fell to her knees. Great, heaving sobs assaulted her body at the thought of this being her last memory of Tara.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there when a pair of arms slipped around her waist, and a chin came to rest in her hair.

"Sorry, sugarplum," Auntie murmured in her ear. "I hate to see you in pain."

For a moment, Bonnie completely forgot that she didn't entirely trust this woman who claimed to be her. She turned and clung to the woman desperately, fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Shhh," Auntie whispered, stroking her hair. "I know it hurts."

"I couldn't stop her," Bonnie whimpered. "I couldn't save her."

"You're underestimating yourself, sugarplum. You did more good than you know."

"How can you say that? I'll never see Tara again! She'll never know how much I-"

"Bonnie?" a familiar voice from the doorway asked.

Bonnie's heart skipped a beat as she turned around. "Tara?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"I think you two need a moment to yourselves," Auntie said, helping Bonnie to her feet before she left the room.

Tara hesitantly approached her best friend, carefully touching her cheek. "You're crying? Because of me?"

"I thought...I thought you were gone," Bonnie whispered.

Tara shook her head. "I needed some time to think. Then I called Josh and told him I couldn't go."

"You lied?"

"No, I told him the truth." Tara took Bonnie's hands in her own and squeezed gently. "That my best friend needed me to stay with her tonight."

"Not just tonight." Bonnie hugged Tara tightly. "Forever."

Tara blinked slowly. "Um...okay. Well, when they patent immortality, we'll be the first in line to buy."

"What made you change your mind about the dance?"

"Honestly? I put myself in your shoes. I couldn't have let you go, either. Once I realized that, it was easy." She paused. "But, um...does this mean I can't go out with Josh again, ever?"

"I don't know," Bonnie admitted. "Maybe it was just tonight."

"I'm kinda scared to risk it," Tara added. "I'm sure he'll be fine, anyway."


Josh Mankey was having a surprisingly fun night, considering his date had cancelled on him. After he'd gotten over the shock of his first ditched date ever, he'd decided to do something that never failed to soothe him.

That was how he found himself at the Middleton Space Center, finishing up a mural that Dr. James Timothy Possible had commissioned for his Rocket Boosters program. Josh privately considered it one of his best works ever, though he didn't like to boast.

Absently, he wondered how many people would recognize the tiny, pigtailed redheaded girl.

Feeling very satisfied, he got into his car and began the trip home.

He never made it.


The girls had gone to bed long before, but not her. She was waiting on the call that she strongly suspected would come, despite her best efforts.

At exactly 2:16 AM, she placed her hand on the phone and waited.

At 2:17 AM, the phone started to ring, and instantly stopped as she yanked it up.

"Rockwaller residence."

"Bonnie? It's Kim. Look, I...I'm afraid I have some bad news. Tara's there, right?"

"Yes, Kim. What is it?"

"Well, it's...it...it's Josh. He's dead."

"How?"

"Car accident. A drunk driver plowed into him right after he left the Space Center tonight. My dad found him right after, but...it was too late."

"I understand." She paused. "Kim? Thanks. Really. I'll tell Tara."

"Sure. No problem."

As she hung up the phone, Bonita Rockwaller sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "Shego was right. Some timelines just have to suck." She focused her thoughts and headed upstairs to break the news to the girls.


Next Chapter: Bonnie grows suspicious when Aunt Bonita tries to get her to hang out with Kim.