A/N: Kim has a problem, but so does Bon Bon. The two dilemmas arise at the same time and are played out on the Rockwaller estate. This is part of my little AU story arc and is ratedMA for major adult stuff. They're hormonally charged teens after all.
Disclaimer: The Disney Company owns Kim and the other characters. I don't own much, just this story and the characters I've created for later chapters. Please read, review and revel in rapturous rollicking rejoicing. (Or not.)
The Kim Crises Chapter 1
She sat cross legged on her bed, opened the photo album and perused the pictures of herself as a small child. She still had the short cropped brunette hair and teal colored eyes. Her Mother had tried to color her hair blond once but she desperately hated it and attempted to re-dye it back to its original color, with disastrous results. Orange was definitely not her color. Never again would she let her Mother mess with what God had giver her.
Her name, on the other hand, was another matter. Bon Bon Rockwaller, formerly Bonnie Rockwaller, nee Bondiggity Anastasia Dracone wasn't happy with what had transpired with her name. It was bad enough to have been born the child of two flower children of the Sixties, and given the God-awful name Bondiggity, but her initials, B.A.D.! They had influenced her personality and led her down the wrong path early in life. She had become as "bad" as possible without actually becoming either evil or a villain. When her real Father had died in that horrible car crash and her Mother had remarried, there was little improvement. She was only five at the time and had taken her new Step-Father's last name of Rockwaller, leaving her with the new initials B.A.R. Unfortunately, the bad attitude stuck. She had once pondered, with the new initials, if she would live out her life as a Waitress or Bartender, or, Gag, Gasp, Choke, maybe even a drunk! Maybe she could be an Attorney. That might be nice. You know, pass the bar. But she feared she would have to bring her "Bonnie" personality out to be as ruthless in court as she'd need to be. No, absolutely not! After last summer's catharsis, that terrible former Bonnie personality was under lock and key and would never surface again. She was Bon Bon, or simply Bon. The name reminded her of her Mother. Starchild Anya Stevenson Dracone Rockwaller used to call her Bon Bon when she was young. Maybe it was time to change again. She always liked her middle name, Anastasia. It's proud. It's regal. It has history behind it! That was one of the reasons her parents had chosen it. They were proud of their heritage; Like she was the Russian girl who would be Empress if she could only prove her lineage.
She wondered if Ron Stoppable, once a target of her spite and now one of her bestest friends, had any idea he used her real first name as an adjective. What a laugh that would be if he ever found out. "BooYah back at cha, Ron Ron," she thought.
Dare she change her name again so soon? It's only been a year. She didn't feel like an Anastasia... or an Ana, not even an Ann for that matter. Some friends have been calling her Bon. But that sounded too short, too terse. Maybe she should insist they address her by what her friend Kim calls her. B, simply B. She kind of liked that. But the idea of people mistaking her for a 'Bea,' like that aunt on some old-time, hick sheriff TV show would be horrendous.
A smile crossed her face. Why not go with the original? She could imagine Mr. Barkin blasting out roll call in class. "Kimberly Ann Possible? Bondiggity Anastasia Rockwaller? Ronald Dean Stoppable?" Of course there would be some snickers for a few days. No, it wouldn't be any good. People would shorten her name to Bon, B or, Choke Gag, they would start calling her Digger!
She closed the album and tied a teal colored ribbon to seal it. Teal was definitely her color. Hum. Teal, she thought. A nice soothing color and maybe a great name?
This line of thought was giving her a headache. It always did. She stretched out, snagged her desk phone and hit speed dial #1. "Hey Tara," she sang when her blond-headed, closest friend in the World answered. "Wanna come over and watch a movie or something?"
"I'd love too, Bon" Tara sang back. "But it's Friday Family Fun Night. I can't bail." She sounded a little sad. Tara asked tentatively, "Would you like to come over to my house and play with me and my cousin Stephanie?"
"Isn't Stephanie, like, five years old? What kinda games do you play?"
Bon could practically hear her friend blush over the phone. "Ah... well... we play Hide and Seek, Rock Paper Scissors, and a few board games like Chutes and Ladders." There was a pregnant pause. "Not really the kinds of games you like. Sorry!"
"Don't apologize Tara," Bon said, wholeheartedly. "I know you love playing those games and that's all that counts. Anyway, thanks for the offer but, Pasadena. You have a great time."
There was another huge pause before Tara spoke. "Are you having another crisis?"
Bon sighed, "Not another one, just the same old name thingie."
Tara smirked. "What names have you come up with this time, Bon-Diggity?" She giggled.
"Tara!" Bon screamed, then calmed down. "You know I don't like anyone calling me that," she whispered into the phone, then paused. "But I'm thinking of bringing it out of the closet and using it." She thought for a moment then added, "You're the only one who knows that's my real name. What do you think.?"
Bon could imagine the wheels turning in Tara's head as she waited for a response. Tara might be blond, but she could always think things through given time, and come up with the right answer. "No," Tara started, "I don't think you should do it."
"Why?"
Tara sighed. "Cause the kids at school will tease you, like they did at your third birthday party, and Bonnie would emerge to wreak havoc on them. I definitely don't want that to happen."
Bon thought about it for a moment. She remembered how she had pitched a royal fit when her Mother called her Bondiggedy at the shindig and the kids were immensely cruel. She had flown off the handle and made her Mom promise never to call her that name again. That was when her Mom started to call her Bon Bon or Bonnie.
"You're right as usual." Bon huffed for a few seconds. "How about Teal? It's a cool color. It might make a great name."
Tara didn't even pause before she answered. "Yeah, but it's also a kind of duck. You want the kids to start quacking at you?"
"Oops. Never thought of that."
"Well," Tara mused, "we could always do some spins on your last name."
"Don't go there!" Bon warned.
"Why not, Rocky!" Tara giggled.
"Tara!"
"Or how about Waller?"
"TARA!"
"Or we could call you Wally!" Tara was full out laughing.
"TARA!"
"O.K., o.k., " Tara sighed. "So you don't like Bonnie because she was so mean. You don't like Bon cause it's too curt. Your middle name is out since you don't feel all Ann, Ana or Anastasia enough, and B might remind people of a TV show. What else do you have?"
"I got nothin,'" Bon sighed. "I guess I'll just have to live with Bon for now. Thanks." She looked at the clock. "Oh, I need to call Ron. Have a great FFFN!"
"Bye, Rocky," Tara sang and quickly hung up the phone.
Bon fumed, then hung up and then speed dialed #2. It rang three times before he pick up. "Hi Bon Bon," Ron said glumly.
"Ron Ron? Is that you?" Bon asked. "You don't sound right."
"I'm O.K., I guess." He perked up a little. "What can I do you for?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang, but it sounds like you have a few things on your mind." Concern dripped from her voice. "Anything you'd like to talk about?"
"No! Well, maybe..." Ron started to ramble. "I don't know. Kim and I..." He didn't complete the sentence.
"Kim and you..." Bon could guess what came next. Only one thing could upset Ron like this, well, two. If Bueno Nacho went belly up, or if he and Kim had a fight. "What was the fight about?"
"Wellll..." Ron paused to gather his thought. "You know Kim's a bit of an adrenaline junkie, right? I mean she love that rush."
"Riiight?"
"And you girls talk about things," Ron said tentatively.
"Yeah."
"Well?" Ron's pause was a little too long. It was enough time for Bon to put two and two together.
"So this is about your list?" Bon posed.
Silence from the other end of the phone.
"Ron," Bon said, taking charge, "this is not a conversation we should have over the phone, it's something to discuss face to face. You come over here right now and we'll talk about it."
Still silence from Ron's end.
"Ron! Either you come over here this instance," Bon said coyly, "or I'll come to your house and we can sit on your sofa where your parents can hear the whole conversation and maybe put their two cents in."
The silence this time lasted only a few seconds. "I'll be over in a couple of minutes," Ron said in defeated.
Read my story "Chasing Shadows" to find out about "The List." This is a continuation of that story arc.