Bonnie, You're a Fine Girl

By Star-Eva01

Part 2

As the dust started to settle, Bonnie found her eyes drawn to a light blue glow where she thought Kim and Ron had been a moment ago. As the air became clearer, she could see Kim standing in front of Ron and a few faulty members that had been close by. Kim's clothes had vanished, and she was wearing the battle suit that Bonnie had seen her wear a few times in her last year of high school. The glow was centered on Kim who held her arms out to her sides and it ended just past her head, fingertips, and feet.

"Kim, the battle suits power reserves are down by 40 percent. It'll take at least 15 minutes to recharge," Wade called out from the Kimmunicator.

"Understood Wade. Ron, get these people out of here!" Kim barked out commands like Mr. Barkin would have back in high school. All that was missing was his usual "Ok people, Listen up" that seemed to start every sentence out of his mouth.

As she sat up with her back to the wall, Bonnie watched Ron quickly move the remaining people inside what was left of the lecture hall to the emergency exits that lead into the hallway or out the side of the building that was still intact.

In the meantime, Bonnie started to crawl to the nearest exit, which took her closer to where Kim was standing. Ron had started moving back towards Kim when Bonnie heard a number of voices with thick heavy accents that made them hard to understand...

"You should have left things alone in Mexico Senorita Possible. You made a number of people very angry, and so you must pay. And my employer said that you should pay a very high price for what you two did." Said one of the three men that entered what was left of the lecture hall through the rather large and new entryway.

Kim started to move almost undetectably as she watched the men enter the area. Bonnie could see that Kim was moving closer to where Ron was consciously closing the gap between himself and Kim. Bonnie could see a number of weapons the men carried. Besides the rifles slung over their shoulders and pistols sticking out of belts, one carried something that looked like a tube on his shoulder.

Two of the three men reminded Bonnie of some of the homeless that she had seen around LA, dressed in old faded jeans with shirts that looked like they had not been washed in some months. The third was dressed in what looked like some kind of slacks and a freshly laundered shirt. All three had long hair and beards.

"Then you should have thought of that before you started smuggling illegal drugs into the US. Our team takes the subject of illegal drugs very seriously," Kim spoke in a voice that was dead calm. At the end of her reply, Bonnie figured that Ron was less then 10 feet away from Kim and a little over 20 from herself.

The one with the tube on his shoulder shook his head than spoke in a language that Bonnie, after two years in LA, knew was Spanish but she didn't know the translation.

"Al infierno con el presente, matar al bastardo y la Puta!"

Whatever had been said, the reaction was immediate. All three men raised the rifles that Bonnie thought might be AK-47's, the only type of weapon that she knew the name of from watching movies, and started firing at Kim and Ron. And just as the bullets starting flying, Kim again held out her hands and a light blue glowing ball appeared around her as Ron rolled the last few feet to her and stood up behind her.

Bonnie suddenly found herself in a real life Jimmy Blamhammer action movie with bullets flying all around her and she could hear the ricochet sounds of them bouncing off walls.

She watched the bullets flying off what her mind thought of as some kind of bubble shield that surrounded Kim and Ron, all the while she could not stop the scream that escaped from her lips. Some part of her mind noticed that when the men had fired all the rounds from the rifles they carried; they dropped them and started firing the pistols. Her scream and the bullets stopped at the same time. And in that moment, she watched in fascination as both Kim and Ron started to move. Kim zigged to the right and Ron zagged to the left.

After all the time that she had spent around both of them in school, she had never seen them working together like this. Kim quickly picked out one man and before he knew what hit him, she was throwing him over her shoulder and onto the ground hard making sure that he would not rejoin the fight by knocking him out cold.

Ron had moved close to the other two, and was moving around like some odd goofball. Both men tried to attack him, but could not seem to connect with the blond haired looser. He was moving weirder and faster than Bonnie thought he could. Finally he grabbed the one without the tube and with an odd move that looked like some kind of a cross between a cartwheel and spin kick knocked him out and had him sailing through the air toward the one that Kim had dispatched. Ron's back was now turned to the last man and close to where Bonnie was hiding in the seats.

Kim surprised Bonnie as she moved without making any noise. She had just enough time to wonder how Kim could move so quickly and quietly before it was ruined by Wade's voice, "Kim, the suits power reserves are at 40 percent."

Bonnie watched the last man standing who seemed to be the leader call out another word that she did not understand. He quickly reached into a backpack that she had not noticed before and removed another missile like the one that he had fired at Kim and Ron, inserted it into one end of the tube, and then raised it back to his shoulder and pointed it at Ron. Screaming out as loud as she could, she watched as what looked like smoke erupting from one end of the tube and the missile from the other which was now heading to where Ron was with his back turned to the on coming object.

To Bonnie the action suddenly took on the quality of a slow motion ballet.

Ron turned his head just in time to see Kim, who somehow appeared out of no where, flying between himself and the oncoming missile. Just the second before she could land, the blue glowing ball abruptly and intensely embraced the pair as if the movement had been choreographed down to the second and the glowing blue shield surrounded both her and Ron a heart beat before the missile could make contact with the shield. The missile literally glanced off the shield and was directed straight up into the ceiling where it exploded into multi-hued colors as it made contact. But the force of the contact from the missile hitting the shield around Kim and Ron knocked them backwards until they both lay inches from where Bonnie was hiding.

The explosion again filled the remaining lecture hall with dust and debris. Bonnie felt something hit her right leg and pin it to the floor. The pain of the debris landing on her was quick and reduced to an aching throb quickly.

The pain ended the slow motion feel of the events around her as she saw the blue glow disappear from around Kim and Ron to be replaced by a cloud of dust that hid them from view.

As the dust started to settle, Bonnie could see the form of Ron leaning over Kim.

"KP," he asked in a tone of voice that Bonnie had never heard before. A tone of voice that conveyed an amount of worry that astounded her, as she watched tears starting to fall from his eyes and land on Kim's face.

"KP… Kim… Kimberly…" he called again, each word filled with more emotion and worry than the last. Bonnie could somehow feel every particle of emotion flowing out of Ron, and it pulled at her in a way that she could not understand.

Then without warning, the blue glow formed again. But it was more subtle and much more intense than the last time she had seen it. And this time, the glow centered on Ron himself.

Bonnie looked into the eyes of Ronald Stoppable, Middleton High School class doofus, and in her opinion the biggest looser that the world would ever know, and saw his eyes turn from a deep chocolate brown to a brilliantly vivid blue in the speed it took him to blink. She heard him call out Kim's name again, but this time he did it in a voice that she would have sworn would leave her deaf and sounded like it came from somewhere other than inside Ron.

"KIMBERLY!"

As she watched, Ron's eyes now blazed with a blue fire, the glow that shown around him seemed to pull inward until it appeared that Ron's whole body was a brilliant shade of dark blue with eyes that glowed like to beacons.

Bonnie pulled her eyes away from Ron and Kim as she heard someone start to laugh. As she looked, the man who had launched the missile had moved to his companions and had managed to get them onto their feet.

"La puta está muerta, ahora es su turno" he said with a smug tone to his voice.

Ron slowly stood up, his face shone with an anger that Bonnie had never seen there before in all the years she had known him, and he turned to face the men. He took the first step toward them as the leader again placed the tube on his shoulder and launched another missile at him.

Bonnie reached out her hand and grasped her high school rivals hand thinking 'Kim, it's all done but the goodbyes,' when she watched Ron reach out with his hand, grab the missile from the air and throw it through the opening in the ceiling.

"NO ONE HURTS KIM!! NO ONE HURTS MY KIMBERLY ANN," he called out and in a blink; he was on the three men.

Bonnie saw Ron grab the metal tube from the leader and faster than she could comprehend. He bent it around the man like it was made of string cheese, pining his arms to his sides. As he turned to face the other men, he hurled the first toward the remaining wall. The leader hit the wall with enough force to knock him unconscious, and he hung there like someone throwing a coat on a hook fixed to a wall.

Reaching out, Ron grabbed the remaining men, one in each hand, and spun in place. As he again turned to face the remaining wall, Ron released both and sent them flying into the wall to hang unconscious with their leader.

Bonnie felt Kim's fingers twitch in her hand, and she thought she heard Kim whisper something. Before she could think, Ron was kneeing down beside his beloved.

"I'm here Kim," he said in a voice that was just above a whisper but still had that other worldly sound to it, His face was that of the class clown again that she had known all her years in high school, but she could feel emotions pouring out of him that she did not understand.

"I love you Ronnie, my beautiful husband." Kim whispered. Her voice growing weaker with each word.

'She's dieing,' Bonnie thought. And as if the thought was a trigger, Ron reacted by taking her other hand in his and placing it next to his heart while lovingly cupping her face with the other.

"You can't leave me KP. Not like this." he said and as he spoke, each word got a little louder. Until he screamed "I WILL NOT LET YOU DIE!" once again in that voice that seemed to come from some other world. And with each spoken word, Bonnie watched that blue glow begin to expand until it not only enclosed Kim and Ron, but herself as well.

Suddenly, it felt like a bolt of lightning was racing up her hand that touched Kim and it flowed to every part of her body. The pain in her leg went away immediately, and Bonnie gasped as a feeling akin to being thrown into a freezing pool of water followed. Just as fast as the freezing cold hit her, she felt a warmth that she could not describe, if her life depended on it, that seemed to spring out of her chest and spread to every part of her body. Every part of her was filled with a boundless energy that pushed away all signs of exhaustion or weariness and left her feeling like she could do anything.

Then she felt something call to her. Like a force crying out to a part of herself that she did not know was there. Calling out with a need that she could only translate as an over powering desire to be whole. She could feel it building; growing stronger and stronger with every nanosecond until she thought it would consume her. Then she felt a tiny echo of that feeling from somewhere else, calling out the larger part of her.

She felt like she was flying as the overpowering need seemed to flow to the tiny echo. Feeling herself pulled along with no control, Bonnie thought of a moth being pulled to the flame of a fire. And when the stronger found the weaker, she could feel that tiny light being taken into the stronger one's own might and feeding it. Giving it strength while at the same time it held the weaker like the most fragile thing ever on the world and the stronger's very existence hinged on the weaker one.

As she watched Ron pull Kim to himself, and somehow pull herself as well, Bonnie could somehow see an image overlay what she saw with her own eyes. An Image of:

a small girl no older then four with red hair in pigtails wearing a light green sleeveless dress talking to a blond boy of the same age wearing a light red shirt.

Bonnie blinked her eyes and shook her head to clear the double image, but the second that her vision refocused on Ron holding Kim in his arms, the double vision returned as what she saw was again overlaid with another:

Kim dress in a long sleeve sweater colored a lighter shade of red then the sweatpants she had on sitting to a couch with her legs tucked under her and to the side with her emerald eyes looking out under half hood lids.

Blinking her eyes again, Bonnie saw Ron carefully move a stray hair from Kim's face, while at the same time she saw:

Kim in a light blue top and a pair of charcoal colored pants standing a hallway looking out with a mischievous and sexy look on her face then of Kim dressed in the same way giving her a kiss that left her breathless and fainting from the passion felt in that one moment.

Before Bonnie could even try to blink or shake her head to clear the double images much less the emotions that were swirling around inside her, the one overlaying image was replaced by:

Kim in a black dress that came down to mid thigh with red high heels and matching red earrings and bracelets standing at the bottom of some stairs with a come hither look on her face.

Multiple images now started cascading into her brain like old time home movies shot with no rhyme or reason shown at a speed that Bonnie never would have been able to follow normally, but somehow now she could:

Kim was now standing on some stage with a blue halter top with USA printed in white that left her midriff bare with matching leather belt, bracelets and necklace with a pair of dark red pants,

Kim dressed in a cheerleader uniform of white, purple and gold, then in the same uniform but in a solid purple with red trim,

Kim walking down a runway wearing a light purple full length dress with her hair up and with golden earrings and a matching necklace,

Kim in a shoulder less dress in light and dark blue with matching earrings, in a light purple dress with a black robe worn over it tied with a golden belt.

The images kept coming and coming, changing faster and faster, one after another after another. In one, Bonnie knew that the Kim she saw was in high school, the next it was Kim as a small child, the next Kim was the age she was now, then Kim in middle school at her first Cheerleader tryouts, then Kim was back in high school. There was no rhyme or reason to the images, the only thing that they had in common was Kim herself.

Along with the images came an emotion that Bonnie had never felt before in her life. Try as she might, she could not place it. Then it hit her, affection. Only stronger. Overpoweringly stronger. As the images kept changing, Bonnie could somehow feel or even see that Kim became more beautiful each time. And that affection was growing by leaps and bounds along with it.

Then she understood what it was. That thing that she could only think of as affection. 'It's Love,' she thought. 'This is what love feels like when it is given without reservations or restrictions. The love he feels for her.'

Bonnie had never felt anything like it, not even from her mother or father, much less her sisters. She thought she knew what love was, she had even said "I love you" to Brick in high school and to Jr during that summer not so long ago. She had even told her mother and father that she loved them, but she had never felt it like this. It had strength, a power of emotion that seemed to burn something inside her. Somehow it hurt like nothing she had ever felt in her life, while at the same time it was the most glorious thing that she had ever felt.

"Stay with me Kimberly, I don't think I can live if you leave me." Bonnie heard Ron say, but it took a moment for her to understand that she did not hear it with her ears, but that she somehow heard it in her mind, in her heart, in her soul.

Bonnie watched as Ron held onto Kim with the appearance of someone hanging on to the edge of a cliff. The images continued to overlap what her eyes saw; images that she somehow understood now where coming from Ron, images of his life with his best friend for life and now his wife. Images of their life together, and some of them repeated, coming again and again to her mind. But the image that returned the most, the one that evoked the most emotion, was of Kim standing in a church wearing a wedding dress of white as her emerald eyes shone from underneath a veil of pure lace that framed her auburn hair. The image of Kim walking down the aisle, of Kim walking toward her. Toward Ron.

The image of Kim's wedding to Ron.

And that image, of Kim in her wedding dress, was it's self overlaid with another. Of a red haired woman in a flowing robe hovering just inches off the ground as her wings of auburn reach out like her arms to hold something, or someone as she seem to glow with a light surrounding her. The smile on her face seemed to have the power to light every corner anywhere in the world. And her eyes were emerald islands of mystery that called out to you, begging you to lose yourself in them. An image of Kimberly Ann Possible as an arch angel sent to earth, an angel of such beauty that to gaze upon her for just a microsecond is to know what true beauty is.

Then it hit her, she put everything together in her mind and in her heart and she understood. Maybe for the first time in her life, she understood.

'This is how he sees her', she thought, 'how much he loves her. To him, she is everything, his whole world. God, how can anyone love like that?'

"Ronnie, where are you? I'm cold Ronnie, and I'm alone …" from a voice that Bonnie also seemed to hear inside her mind. Kim's voice, and it sounded so far away, and so weak.

"I'm coming KP. Hold on," Bonnie heard Ron's voice as again the warmth she felt earlier increased and she could feel his love for Kim calling to Kim, reaching out to Kim, flowing out to Kim.

Calling out to Bonnie, reaching out to Bonnie, flowing out to Bonnie.

The feeling of love that flowed into her seemed to be doing something to her. Bonnie could see all the deeds she had done as she was growing up. All the times that she looked down on someone, all the names she had ever called anyone, all the acts or plots she had done just so that she could climb one step higher on the "Food Chain", every time that she had been the "Queen Bitch" in her life. And now she could see, could understand just what she had done, what harm she had enacted, and see in a real sense the lives she had hurt on her quest to the top of that damn "Food Chain."

She shook her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see that, didn't want to relive any of it. Seeing it now only brought her a pain that she could not describe and she did not want to feel it.

Then suddenly all the images stopped. Bonnie could clearly see Ron holding Kim and could see for the first time that the battle suit looked to have been damaged. Then it seemed that everything abruptly changed. Everything seemed to flash to a pure white, a blinding white. Then instantly Kim and Ron appeared…

KPKP

Ron dressed in his mission clothes on his knees, holding Kim dressed in that purple top and black pants. She seemed weak and hurt.

"Stay KP, please stay with me"

"I want to my love, but I'm not sure if I can."

"Who are you KP?"

"I'm Kim Stoppable."

"No, you aren't. Tell me KP, who are you??"

"I'm Kimberly Ann Stop..."

"Possible. You are Kim Possible. The woman that I love more then life. Say it KP, tell me who you are!!"

"I'm Kim Possible, I'm Kimberly Ann Possible!!"

"And what can Kim Possible do?? What is the motto of the Possible family?"

"I can do anything. Anything is possible for a Possible."

"Then prove it one more time, my beloved, prove one more time that you truly can do anything and that anything is possible for a Possible. Fight to stay with me."

"My name is Kim Possible, my husband is Ron Stoppable, and I can do anything!!"

KPKP

...Then just as abruptly, everything was back, and Bonnie could see Ron holding Kim again in the remains of the lecture hall. Could see that blue glow around Ron grow brighter and darker at the same time. And she could see it was moving into Kim.

Bonnie could still hear Kim's voice, but it now seemed to be growing stronger, could hear it getting closer. With every repeat of "I'm Kim Possible, my husband is Ron Stoppable, and I can do anything," Kim's voice was stronger, louder and more clear then the last. But now she could also hear Ron's voice, in-between each repetition calling out in his stronger voice asking her again and again "Again KP, tell me just who you are."

When she could tell that both voices where the same strength, equal in every way, somehow in her heart she just knew that Ron had used the same strange thing that he had used back at their high school graduation. He had used it to somehow call Kim back to him after she had gambled with her life to save his, and even though she had won and he was safe, she was going to pay the price of his life with hers.

Bonnie felt her hand slip out of Kim's. Opening her eyes, she could see Kim reach up with her arms to hold Ron and his hands move hold her tightly to himself. Both talking at the same time, saying the same words:

"I love you."

She watched as Kim and Ron softly kissed each other. Bonnie could see the love flow from one to the other and back again through that kiss. And the blue glow's center seemed to shift from Ron to become centered in-between the pair. As the kiss intensified, the glow around them seemed to get brighter. The glow seemed to rise into the air and carried Kim and Ron with it. They stopped just a few feet into the air, and centered exactly inside.

'I see now,' Bonnie thought to herself. 'I wish that I could find someone like that. To find a love like they have.' Then she added, 'Well, I understand now and I don't want to be like I was.'

"It would seem that you have learned your lesson then Bonnie Jean Rockwaller." Said a strange voice inside Bonnie's head that seemed to be made up of many different voices.

"Who are you?" Bonnie asked as pulled her eyes from Kim and Ron hovering a few feet off the floor, sharing a kiss that conveyed every meaning of the word love in that one simple act, to look for source of the voices.

"You may call us a group of interested parties Bonnie Jean Rockwaller. The Master and Mistress do not know of our conversation with you. We however know of their wish to help others. To that end, we have decided to act ourselves and show you the error of your ways. We have allowed you to bear witness to the actions of the Master as he gives of his life to help the Mistress. "

"To give of his life?" Bonnie asked the voices that she could somehow hear inside her mind, but could not see.

"To return the Mistress to the point that those you call Doctors can finish healing her, the Master gives of his own life. Thus making his allotted time on this plane of existence shorter. This is not the first time that the Master has done this, nor will it be the last. The Master does this knowing that it shortens his own time here. He does this so that the Mistress, the one that is the other half of what you would call his soul, may keep doing what she was meant to do: Help others. And it is the Master's place to be by her side, so that he may complete her as she completes him, and that they both may do what it is that they where born to do."

Bonnie closed her eyes as she thought, 'I never want to be that person that I was again.' And then she thought about the old saying about having your eyes opened.

"Yes, Bonnie Jean Rockwaller that is an interesting idea. A reminder of the lessons taught here. You shall have your reminder, but also know this: the one that you wish for, the other part of yourself is coming. There will be trials that will come with your other half, but if you have learned your lessons here, you will over come the problems that are to come and the love that the Master and Mistress share you too shall have in your own way and time."

Opening her eyes, Bonnie watched Kim and Ron slowly float back to the ground. As their feet touched the floor, the blue glow around then slowly dissipated until it vanished altogether, leaving the pair standing there.

Bonnie felt an over powering need to sleep, and she closed her eyes just as she heard voices calling out into what was left of the lecture hall. Asking if everyone was ok. The last thing she saw was Ron placing Kim's arm around his shoulders as he placed his own around her waist to help give some support. Then her world faded to the black of sleep.

KPKPKP

As she stood in the office of the "Port Call" looking into the mirror, Bonnie watched the tears fall from her eyes as she recalled the nursing staff at UCLA's on campus hospital asking if she was wearing contacts after she woke-up there. When she had told them that she did not wear contacts and asked why they asked, they told her that someone must have made a mistake when she got her drivers license renewed the last time.

"They have you listed with Teal colored eyes, that's all Ms. Rockwaller."

Bonnie just smiled at the nurse and agreed that it must have been a mistake that she didn't catch. But when she looked into a mirror for the first time after the attack on the school, she found herself looking into the face of a Bonnie Rockwaller with eyes not teal, the color that had looked back at her from the mirror her whole life, but the color of blue that matched the glow around Kim and Ron as they kissed hovering over the debris covered floor in the remains of the lecture hall.

"A reminder of the lessons taught here," she said to the reflection that stared out of the mirror at her. "I won't forget."

To be continued

Author's notes:

Hello and greetings everyone.

Here's the 2nd chapter in this tale. This story is based on the song from Looking Glass called "Brandy, You're a Fine Girl" and was released in 1972.

I would like to say a big round of thanks to KT and JA of JAKT, the Wonder Father and Daughter team here for their wonderful work beta'ing this story and their much valued input and ideas. You guys are a blessing. Thanks for you wonderfull words. And it is my great honor to call you friends and Co-Partners in Crime.

I would also like to thank the "Great and Powerful" Nebmister for his support on this story, thanks for letting me bounce an idea or two off you. And I promise Neb, next time I will be more careful what I wish for. I just might get it too…. Inside joke…

And just to make sure that everything is cool with legal stuff out there:

Kim Possible, and its characters, are copyright by Disney Inc.

I'm just playing here for the fun of it.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Star-Eva01