KP-TZ - The Middleton Files: My Bonnie Lamb

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Walt Disney Corporation. The Twilight Zone was created by Rod Serling; all rights to The Twilight Zone are owned by Viacom. All other characters are the creations of the TZ2-KP team, and may not be used without their express permission.

This is a strictly not-for-profit effort

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Chapter 1 – spirited visits

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Ron called Wade, and he arranged for the two teens to get a ride to the hospital.

Kim sat in the surgical waiting area; Ron had to grab her and keep her from falling when she heard that they had just taken Bonnie into surgery before they arrived.

Ron held her hand as they sat, trying to console her but not being very successful.

Mrs. Rockwaller came from the ER, saw Kim, and broke down crying. Kim stood, and the two women ran and hugged each other, and then sat silently and waited, occasionally sobbing quietly.

When the surgeons opened the door and saw two sleeping women and one blonde-haired man eating a Naco, they chuckled; that woke the women.

"Bonnie will be fine, Mrs. Rockwaller, and we expect her to wake in the morning. Go home, and get some sleep; we'll call you if anything happens," Dr. Mendoza helped the woman to her feet. "I'll be up her all night, and I'll stay with her," he added, and Mrs. Rockwaller looked surprised.

"Thank you, doctor, but why?"

"My daughter's on the squad, as well, Mrs. Rockwaller. I believe you know her: Crystal Portsmith-Mendoza," and Kim grinned and wiped tears away from her own face as Ron squeezed her hand.

"Go home, all of you: I need to talk to my daughter and tell her how Bonnie's doing, if that's all right with you, Charlotte," and Mrs. Rockwaller smiled and nodded her approval.

"Thank you, Dr. Mendoza," Ron stuck out his hand and shook the doctor's.

"Awww, no big, Ronald," Dr. Mendoza laughed as Ron looked surprised that someone knew his name. "Crystal's told me all about you, Ronald," he winked, and Ron blushed.

"Let's go home, KP," Ron suggested, and he escorted his partner to the car that Wade had waiting for them.

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Kim woke and looked over at her alarm clock:

5:45 AM.

She'd slept a total of four hours that night, alternately up crying, trying to get news on Bonnie's condition from a haggard Wade, who finally told her something he'd never done before:

"Kim, go to bed: you're useless in this condition.

"I'm closing up shop for the night and blocking your Kimmunicator from the site so you can get some sleep," and, with that, Wade closed the signal.

Kim sat up in bed, still tired and worn out from no sleep, and reached for her Kimmunicator.

She read the message on the screen and laughed:

"Dear Kim: I am tired, and so are you. I'll be open at 8:00 AM

"Love, your Kimmunicator."

'He does worry an awful lot about me,' she thought as she decided to have a long, soaking bath. She rolled over the edge of the bed and sat up, removed her Ron hockey t-shirt, and stood, bending all the way over to place her palms on the floor and then reverse the motion, going over backwards through a handstand and ending up at her closet. She opened it, grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and headed out the hall to the bathroom, grabbing a totally trashy romantic novel from her bookshelf on the way out of her bedroom and into the bath.

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She left the bath feeling refreshed and relaxed, and she headed back to her room.

"6:30! No wonder I feel like a prune!" she giggled as she closed her room door, locked it, and removed her robe, tossing it on her bed as she headed for the dresser and underwear, then closet for Capri's and a crop-top blouse.

She dressed quickly, slipping on socks and shoes to round out the outfit and bounded down the stairs to grab some breakfast.

She turned the corner into the kitchen and saw someone bending over in the refrigerator, and it wasn't her mother.

She balled up her right fist and pulled the door the rest of the way open.

"Hey, K!" Bonnie looked up and smiled, then opened the fruit drawer.

"Jeez, don't you people have any low-fat yogurt in here?" and Bonnie stood up and stretched, flipping her hair back after she pulled out a peach and bit into it.

"Mmm, juicy, Kim: You should try one," and she reached down, grabbed a peach from the crisper, and tossed to Kim.

"Bonnie?"

"Yea, Kim?" and she bit again into the peach, juice running down her lips.

"Yummy,' Bonnie murmured, then looked at Kim again, who was now staring at her.

"WHAT, K?"

"Are you all right, B?" Kim asked, still a bit in shock.

"Who are you talking to, Kimmie?" Anne Possible asked as she entered the kitchen. "I see you found the peaches I bought for you yesterday: good," Anne smiled as she headed for the cabinet to retrieve waffle-making ingredients.

"Bonnie, mom; she was-" and Kim turned to see no one standing at the refrigerator; in fact, the door was closed. She looked in her hand: yes, there was a large, cold peach in it.

"How is Bonnie, Kim? Dr. Mendoza called me after the operation and filled me in on his results, but I assumed that Wade's already updated you this morning," as she stirred waffle mix, eggs, and milk together in the bowl.

"I – don't know, Mom, I'll get the Kimmunicator from upstairs and check," and she headed back up the stairs holding her peach.

'Was I dreaming?' she thought as she stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at the hand-held evidence.

'Must be,' and she bit the peach.

"Mmmm, these are juicy, just like she said…."

And then a flash hit her mind:

'Did I really see Bonnie bite into a peach?'

Kim looked at hers, and it had two bite marks in it: the one that she had made, and…

"Bonnie's," Kim dropped the peach.

It left her hand, struck the floor, and dropped slowly down the stairs, leaving peach juice stains on the floor in its wake.

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Kim didn't consider the morning visit to be anything but a 'brain burp' on her part, caused by her lack of sleep.

She and Ron walked to school, talking about everything but Bonnie's accident. Kim went through her first three classes with no surprises, checked on a possible mission with Wade (looking for Dementor: he's looking for all purebred dachshunds to capture them and create a better breed of dachshunds to become the base for a new strain of evil attack hounds), and headed for the cafeteria for lunch.

Kim went through the lunch line, grabbed a tray of 'mystery slop, with even more mysterious gravy' and 'unknown vegetables (could be peas, could be beans, could be pebbles),' a water, and headed to her seat with Ron.

"Hey, Kim: you like the outfit?" Bonnie asked her as she strutted by, heading for the senior table and 'Fruits of the Sea.'

"Bonnie, you know that pink pouf is sooo far out," Kim replied, sarcastically, and the people at the table she passed looked perplexed:

Kim was talking to herself.

"It's coming back, K," Bonnie flicked her hear, heading for the senior table.

"Ron, did you see what Bonnie was wearing?" Kim groused when she sat down, and Ron, ever the attentive good friend, replied:

"Huh?"

"Bonnie's outfit? Did you see it?"

"What she wore yesterday? Yea, Kim, I did."

"No, Ron," she sighed and drank from her water bottle, "what she was just wearing, just now," Kim clarified.

"Kim," Ron reached over and took her hand, "Bonnie's not here, Kim: she's still in the hospital."

Kim looked at the senior table: no Bonnie, and no pink pouf.

"Oh, yeah, that's right," Kim chuckled, glancing down and trying to identify what was the mystery vegetable.

'Hospital, yeah,' she thought as she took a forkful, chewed tentatively, smiled and swallowed.

'Ahh, creamed corn,' she deduced, and she continued to eat.

'Never seen it purple and brown before, though.'

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