Here's my story for Mr. Dr. P's for Halloween. It has witches and warlocks, spells. I hope everyone is gonna enjoy…

Sorry, that's my cell phone, I better get it.

Hello? Oh, hi Mr. Dr. P…. Yea, I'm surprised I'm getting a story out on time too… What? … Your, your contest isn't a Halloween theme? … Yea I was kind of wondering why it was happening in February…

What's that? … It's, it's for Valentine's Day… Oh… and you're looking for a Kim/Shego or Ron/Bon breakup?… Oh, well I think this will still fit… Yea, it's with Ron and Bon-bon… No, no I understand, you're, you're not making a statement, just want to get some creative juices flowing…

Sorry for the interruption, but at least we're back on track. So here's my official introduction.

I too enjoy a good Bon/Ron story, so please take no offense on my portrayal of her and her family in this.

Oh and the usual, Kim Possible is owned by the Walt Disney company and that Dr. Bombay is a creation of the writers from the television show "Bewitched."

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"Mom, I think he suspects something," Bonnie said as she poured coffee for her mother in the breakfast nook. She asked her mother, Donna, over for advice.

"What do you mean, dear," her mother's voice, both aggravating and familiar, while putting cream in her cup. "Rob suspects something…"

"His name is Ron, Mom, and yes, he suspects something. I've heard him in his sleep asking…someone…how the two of us ended up together."

"Well dear, I warned you about marrying one of…his…kind. He's just not one of us."

"Mom, how many times are you…"

"Your sister Connie, she married a world class surgeon."

"Mom…"

"And your sister Lonnie, did she marry someone of Don's…"

"Ron."

"His caliber? No. She married a world class business negotiator. Jon's only a cook, nothing more than that. He's… He's…"

"Here we go again." She interrupted with aggravation in her voice. "Get it over with, Mother."

"He's a mortal!"

The ladies had had this conversation so many times and here they were back at it again. Donna wore a look of unbelieving disgust at her youngest daughter's choice of a husband while Bonnie's face showed her frustration over her mother's continuous, unreasoning disapproval toward her husband.

"Bonnie dear, why, why couldn't you have found a respectable warlock?"

"You mean like daddy?"

"Strong like your father, yes…"

"So an unfaithful, part-time husband and father is preferable because he's a warlock?" Bonnie demanded. "Ron has never cheated on me. He's kind, gentle, caring…"

"But he's a mere mortal, dear," her mother interrupted. "And don't give me that look, I can feel it from sitting over here. You only hooked up with him to break your High School nemesis's heart. You didn't love him then and you don't love him now… He's nothing more than a plaything to you."

"Mother stop it!"

"I will admit he does make a good lap dog."

"How dare you!"

"Sit up Bobbie! Speak!" as she made hand gestures as if a dog was in front of her. Then she continued with the taunts and pantomime, "Roll over! Roll over! That's a good boy!"

"MOTHER THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Donna soon realized she had gone too far so everything stayed quite for a while until…

"Bonnie, darling, what are you going to do?" her mother asked with genuine concern. "You know the rules; if a mortal discovers they've been put under a love incantation, the spell's broken." Then as she looked at her daughter a concern arose, which made her pause before continuing, " And if a witch falls in love with a mortal… she loses her powers."

Bonnie sat at her end of the table, thinking over what was said to her. Looking down at her coffee cup, then bringing it to her lips and taking a sip, she finally came to a conclusion. "I'm going to tell him the truth, Mother."

'Yes, but if you tell him too early…" Donna interrupted, but then quickly realized what her daughter's action would produce. "Ah, now that's my girl! If you tell him before he confronts you, the spell won't be broken. But he'll still know. Oh the torture he'll endure. And then he'll tell that Kimberly Ann Possible. Oh my! I can't stand it!"

She broke out in a laugh, first slapping the table top with her hands, this went on for a minute. After the laughter stopped she said, "Oh what I wouldn't do to see Ren's face when you tell him, but I must be off, I'm meeting with the witches' council on some matter. Bye dear, and don't crush him too much, there's nothing worse that a broken spirited puppy around the house." Soon her hands were on both sides of her head, snapping her fingers; 'Poof' Bonnie's mother was gone.

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"Felix, I tell ya, it's really weird. I can't remember when I started to like Bonnie." The blonde man glanced around Café Bueno, making sure nobody was listening to his private conversation. "Or when she liked me."

"I can remember starting to think about her all the time but I can't recall when I started to like her; as in a friend, like her."

"Well," his friend replied while putting down his silverware and stopping his enchilada meal. After finishing what he had in his mouth, he continued, "I thought it was a little strange that right after Bonnie and Kim had that huge fight, you and Kim had an even bigger fight."

"I know."

"And then you stopped calling Kim."

"I know, Felix."

"Then you started sending flowers to Bonnie…"

"I know, Felix."

"The phone calls…to Bonnie"

"Felix, I know."

"I mean breaking up with Kim. Both as boyfriend/girlfriend but as best friends all together. I still can't get my head around it."

"Felix!" Quickly Ron looked around when the room became quite. After the room noise came back, he whispered, "I've been seeing someone."

"What!" Felix couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of all people, his best friend was the last one who would be doing this. "You're stepping out? Ron, you know that will only make it worse."

"No, a doctor."

"A doctor of what?"

"Well, if I tell you, you won't believe it…"

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Parking his 2006 Lincoln LS in their home's driveway, Ron reviewed his puzzling behavior over the last few years.

He and Bonnie had been together for five years now. They had married only two months after their first date. He had never talked to Kim after their big blowup; again this was something else weird. It wasn't the worst fight they ever had, but he'll be damned if he could remember what started the fight and why neither one ever called to make up. They had too many years between them for that to happen. It was like an outside force was involved. Drakken maybe…

After the blowup and the following silence, Kim returned his ring and the box it came in. She had left it in his mailbox, with no note or anything. When he first got together with Bonnie, he had never wondered why. Lately, however, he had started to play the events over and over in his mind. During all of these 'reruns' in his mind one thing stuck out.

Bonnie heard the car pull up, followed by the kitchen door being unlocked and his announcement of being home. After their customary greetings: the hugs, the kisses, and the "how was your day?" they both went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

She was hesitant, but knew time was running out.

"Ron, honey," Bonnie started, "there's something important I have to tell you."

"Bon," Ron returned quickly trying to get control of the conversation. "There's something I need to say first."

"Please let me…"

"Sorry, sweetheart." He insisted. "This is very important and I really need to say it… I've been seeing someone."

"What!" she gasped. Perhaps, she thought, Mother was right, they're all alike.

"No, it's not what you think. There's a person I've been talking to. His name is Dr. Bombay."

"Bombay?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Thaddeus Bombay?"

"Yes that's him, why?"

Bonnie knew this Bombay. He was the foremost physician for sorcery, "A Witch Doctor" in close circles. That is, until he started protesting against spells upon mortals and animals, especially incantations controlling emotions. He demanded that they be banned or as he put it "would cause the downfall of all sorcery." The last Bonnie heard of him, he was working exclusively with mortals, ending spells other sorcerers or sorceresses had cast upon them. One other thing she remembered was that Bombay was a very powerful warlock. Even if Bonnie's mother and father were to team up and stand against him, they wouldn't be able to overpower him.

"Oh, I think I've heard daddy talk about him once. Was he a fraternity brother, or was it a classmate? … Anyway, why did you feel the need to see this, Dr. Bombay?"

"Something's been on bothering me lately. I just needed to work something out in my mind and he was willing to listen."

Bonnie worried if Ron was putting things together more quickly than she hoped. If so, she would have to act fast or it would all be over.

"What could be bothering you, honey? I mean, we have a great life, you're the head chef in the finest restaurant in the tri-state area."

"Yeah."

"You've got a loving wife," Bonnie said with a smile, "a wonderful home, a kitchen the Steel Chef would kill for, you even have your guys' night out with Felix."

"Yes, I do like what we have together, but you don't understand… I… I… I can't remember the time, day, or even place when we first started to like each other."

Bonnie knew he was getting close, so very close. She definitely didn't like where this was going and she had to stop Ron.

"Ronnie, honey? What are you talking about?" She slid a little closer to him. If all else failed, she could use a little emotion, one way or the other as needed. She gave him her most alluring smile, staring into his eyes and reaching into his soul, with a slight tilt of her head. Her version of the puppy-dog pout. "Our first date was February 12; it was on a Saturday…" Now with the bottom lip pouting out ever so much, "Don't you remember?"

Ron gave her no reaction; even he was amazed that the PDP wasn't affecting him. When Bonnie noticed the pout didn't work, she switched tactics and here it came, the water works. He was expecting this too, but this time wasn't going to be distracted. As Bombay instructed, he was going to confront her, get to the bottom of this.

"Bonnie, that's just it... I know when we went out, where we went, what we ate, what you wore and… everything else. From that point on, I remember everything."

"S-s-so?"

"But there's a time that I don't remember. Us… us ever liking each other. Not as friends, not as two people saying, 'hi' to each other on the street or in the hallway, not giving the person another thought. Before our getting together I was always the loser, or K-Kim's lapdog, the bottom of the food chain, remember? If it wasn't coming from you, it was one of your posse… I have to know… did you ever like me, Bon? Did you ever like me for who I was?"

"Ron…"

"Then there was the huge fight that you and Kim had the week before our first date."

"That's behind us dear. I'm sorr…"

"And I still remember you swore you'd get revenge…"

"Ron, I don't think I like where you're going with this…"

"I've never seen you that angry before. I mean you had many arguments with Kim, but not like that last one." Soon the young man had a look of realization on his face.

Right then Bonnie knew it was now or never.

"Then Kim and I had a huge fight…"

"Ron, stop. I think I can clear everything up. I put…"

Suddenly, the room was filled with dense smoke. Bonnie groped blindly for Ron, unable to see anything. She realized that she couldn't hear Ron. He should have been coughing and either screaming with panic or swearing with shock. When she finally found him, he was frozen like a statue.

"Young lady," a commanding voice filled the room. "I know what you are about to do, and I must forbid it!"

As she turned around, marveling at the fact that the sudden smoke had vanished, Bonnie found herself face to face with…

"Oh my gosh, you're, you're Dr. Bombay!"

"Since you know who I am," the man said with a kind tone in his voice, which soon changed to a serious approach in his voice and facial expression, "and you know why I'm here."

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Well here's my entry for the "V-Daypalooza Eye Eye Eye: Breaking up isn't hard to do..."

I can't thank Daccu65 enough responding to my last minute request, (plea) for beta reading. This time I got to keep him from his writings. (Heh, heh, heh).

Oh and my wife Sara for the beta reading the last last minute additions to this chapter.