Disclaimer and A/N: Kim Possible and all variants herein are owned by the Disney Co. I own and receive diddily. Bon Bon and Kim each have a crisis and the troubles are resolved on the Rockwaller estate. Bon's having a small fit about her name. Let's find out what Kim's crisis is and how each is handled.
Kim Crises Chapter 2
Five minutes later Ron's white HumVee pulled up in front of the Rockwaller residence. Ron got out and saw Bon Bon standing in the doorway. He slouched his way to the door. "No one else is at home," Bon confided. "We can talk out by the pool. Come on."
She led the way through the house and out the back door. Ron followed and plopped, subdued, into a lounge. "You can get comfortable if you like, you know this is a clothing free zone." Bon stripped out of her shorts and tee shirt and sat on the edge of the chaise. They had spent a lot of time out by the pool with Kim, Tara and their other friends so it was just natural. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it up over his head, then brushed her hand through his mop of blond hair. Ron went into autopilot kicking off his shoes and, with one motion, stripped off his cargo shorts, boxers and socks. He kept his sunglasses on the whole time. Rufus popped out of the discarded and crumpled cargo shorts. He rubbed his head and chattered at the two. "Sorry Rufus," Bon apologized. "You come with me." Rufus jumped onto Bon's shoulder.
Bon walked over to the cabana and placed Rufus on a shelf especially reserved for him. It was equipped with a small color TV and doll-sized sofa fit for a naked mole rat to lounge on. The shelf was also well stocked with munchies. He turned on the television and dove into a bag of cheese flavored tortilla chips.
Bon grabbed a couple of towels and two bottled waters out of the fridge. She had taken two steps back towards Ron before she turned and thoughtfully picked up the sunscreen. She tossed the bottle of SPF 45 to him. He caught it without even looking up, just staring out at nothing with a dour concerned look on his face. Still on auto, he flipped open the top and applied the semi liquid goo to his chest, legs and arms.
She walked back and put the towels and water on the little table between the chaises, then laid out on the lounge next to his. Waiting a couple of minutes for Ron to complete his sunscreen application, she asked, " What happened? You and Kim had an argument?"
Ron closed his eyes, snuggled back into the comfy cushions and sighed. "No, not an argument, more like a fight. We were in the tree house and I joked that she was becoming a nymphomaniac. She went ballistic, big time!"
"Well, is she a nympho? I mean she always seems a little more than excited when we talk about your list of womanly buttons."
Ron sat up, pulled his sunglasses off and gazed at Bon. "Yes, I think she is."
Bon gasped in surprised horror as she stared at the shiny black and blue colors ringing his left eye. "Did she do that?"
Ron replace the glasses and laid back in the chaise. "Yep. When I refused to..." He let the thought drift off.
Bon got up and sat next to Ron. She gently pulled the sunglasses away from his face and gingerly probed the swelling. "You need some ice for it?"
Ron pulled her hand away from his face and smiled. "No, not really." He brought his other hand up to his eye as it started to glow a beautiful shade of light blue. Ten seconds later he lowered the hand to reveal the results. No swelling, no black and blue.
"Ron! How...?" It suddenly dawned on her. "Oh, your Mystical Monkey Power stuff, right?"
Ron's grin got a little bigger.
Bon replaced the sunglasses and sat back in her chaise lounge. She took a sip of water and said, "So you refused, then what happened?"
Ron's smile faded and became a frown as he sighed. "She started pleading with me. She said she needed it and I had to help her. Then she got angry and started growling and yelling at me. Before I could say a word she went eighteen styles of Kung Fu on my butt. She was so unfocused I was able to parry all the blows, until the right cross. That somehow brought her around to her senses and she ran off."
"When did this all happen?"
Ron shrugged, "About twenty minutes ago. I was just about to go out and look for her when you called."
The phone rang and Bon went to the cabana to answer it. "This is Bon, talk to me," she sang in her usual telephone greeting.
"Hey B. this is K." The girl on the other end of the line said, sounding tenuous. "Have you seen Ron?"
"Yeah, he's here with me now," Bon whispered. "He's telling me about what happened. One moment." She leaned out of the cabana and called out to Ron, "It's someone I need to talk to. I'll just be a few seconds." She closed the doors. "So," she said softly to Kim, "What happened? Ron came here with a black eye."
"Oh My G..." Kim gasped. "I'm not sure what happened. One moment we were talking and the next, I don't remember. I have become a monster." She started to cry.
"Kim, Kim," Bon hissed into the phone. "It's O.K. now. He used his Monkey Mojo and it's all healed."
Kim's sobbing subside and she muttered, "No, it's not O.K. I hit him." Tears started to flow freely again. "Does," sob, "he" sniffle, "hate me?" Full out bawling.
"Kim, you know him," Bon said, trying to reassure her friend, "he could never hate you. He said he was just about to go looking for you when I called and blackmailed him to come over."
The words seemed to pull Kim out of her fit. "Blackmail? Why?"
Bon sighed. "I was having a mini crisis and needed someone to talk to. Tara is tied up and Ron's always ready with some great advice." She paused, trying to form a plan. "Kim, you need to get over here right now and work this out with him. We're out back by the pool so come straight through when you get here," she said decisively.
"But what can I say to him?"
"We'll figure something out," Bon struggled with what to say. "But as you're always telling me, the truth is always best. Now get your bony little tush over here."
"Alright, I'll be over shortly," Kim replied and sniffled. "Though I'm going to need a couple of minutes to pull myself together and clean up. I must look a fright."
"Get here as quick as you can."
