Disclaimer and A/N: I own not Kim Possible and the gang. They come out and freely play with me, and we only have a bit of harmless fun. This is an A/U story. A few readers suggested I might continue the one shot, ANOTHER SENARIO, so I am. Ron, Bonnie, Tara, Felix, Rufus and one other (not yet revealed) are Intergalactic Justice Agents put here on Earth to understand and help us along in our global struggle to evolve without blowing ourselves out of the Universe. They also want to have a bit of fun too. They are Seniors and StD didn't happen. All episodes might be used, but not in chronological order.
Another Scenario, Chapter 2
She strode across the marble floor that was polished to a sheen so brilliant you could see a pimple on your forehead in the reflection of the shiny surface. (Not that Bonnie Rockwaller ever had a pimple anywhere on her flawless body.) She paused briefly to admire the huge agency logo embedded in the middle of the lobby floor. She was conservatively dressed in a light purple business suit with a lavender blouse peeking out over the collar and lapels. Her matching purple shoes had two inch heels that clicked sharply and echoed on the gleaming surface when she walked. The heels were low enough to add to the business-like appearance, but high enough to lend shapeliness to her legs and buttocks. She smiled slightly as she stroked her lavender hued briefcase which accentuated the ensemble. It had cost her a significant amount of this years allowance to purchase and have specially dyed.
Bonnie brushed some imaginary lint off her jacket and tugged at the cuff. She depressed one of the buttons at the end of the sleeve, deactivating the dampening shield that had gotten herself and her briefcase through the metal detector and x-ray machines respectively. She took a deep breath and proceeded to the reception desk. "Good Morning, My name is Bonnie Rockwaller. I have a nine o'clock appointment with General Warbird." Bonnie handed over her driver's license to verify who she was.
The man behind the desk peered at the picture on the small card then slid it back to Bonnie. He handed a ledger and pen to her. "Please sign in, the General is expecting you in his office. This Marine will be your escort while you are in the building." He indicated a young, spit and polish, crew cut woman in full dress blues.
Bonnie signed in, accepted the visitor badge and turned to the Leatherneck. "Shall we proceed Lieutenant..." she looked for the shiny name tag on the breast pocket, "Carson?"
"Follow me Ma'am," the Marine said and about-faced toward the bank of elevators. As they stood waiting for a car to arrive, the Lieutenant asked, "Is this your first visit to the Pentagon, Ma'am?"
"Yes it is," Bonnie answered, lying through her teeth. She thought back to two nights ago when she and Ron had easily breeched the tight security and searched the General's office. They had found the proof they were seeking that three star General Thadeus J Warbird had covert plans. One major plan was to get a nuclear warhead into the heart of Baghdad under the guise of playing war games. When the warhead was in place, a dimwitted Corporal would follow his direct orders and detonate the ordinance, taking out half the city and spreading radioactivity over the area for centuries to come. It would also send a very nasty message to al-Qaida or any other terrorist group who'd want to stand in the way of peace in this, or any other region of the world. At least that was the General's way of thinking. "Have you seen any combat?" Bonnie asked the Lieutenant as they got on the elevator.
"I'm scheduled to go overseas next month, Ma'am."
"Lieutenant Carson, you can call me Miss Rockwaller, or Bonnie if you'd prefer."
"No Ma'am! Your taxes pay my salary and thus you deserve the respect of all in the military, Ma'am," the woman barked out as rote.
Bonnie giggled. "Don't let my appearance fool you. I'm still in high school and don't pay taxes since I've never had a job. Your respect, while greatly appreciated, is unwarranted."
"Thank you for correcting me, Miss Rockwaller," the Marine said softly looking at the floor.
Bonnie sized up the woman in front of her. "You don't look much older than I am, Lieutenant. What are you, twenty? Twenty one?"
The Marine looked up at Bonnie and smiled. "I just turned twenty Ma... Miss Rockwaller."
The elevator arrived at the fourth floor and the doors opened. As they got out Bonnie inquired, "I don't want to pry but do you have a husband or boyfriend? I can't tell if you're wearing a ring under your white dress gloves."
"I have neither, why do you ask?"
A small smirk arose on Bonnie's face. "Well, you're going off to serve your country in a far away land and probably don't have many girlfriends, other than those in your unit, right?" The Lieutenant nodded. Bonnie handed a business card to her. "I thought you might like to have a pen pal your age back home. I could keep you updated on all the news about guys, fashion, Hollywood or whatever you'd like. You know, all the stuff girls like to gossip about."
A big smile rose on the Lieutenant's face. "I'd like that a lot." She paused for a second as she pocketed the card. "I know you're from Middleton Colorado." Bonnie looked puzzled at the statement. "I saw it earlier on the visitors list and arranged to be your escort."
They stopped in front of a door. Bonnie said, "Yes, I'm from Middleton. What do you want to know?"
Lieutenant Carson hemmed and hawed and looked at the door. "We're here," she said flatly.
Bonnie smirked. "You'll be my escort when I leave, right?"
The Marine nodded. "I'm to wait in the outer office while you're in with the General."
Bonnie gently put her hand on the Lieutenant's and winked. "We can talk more when I come out."
Lieutenant Carson beamed. "Thank You... Bonnie." Her smile disappeared as she straightened up and entered the door. She marched up to the Secretary's desk. "Miss Bonnie Rockwaller to see the General," she announced.
The gray-haired woman behind the desk looked up from her paperwork and smiled a pleasant smile. She got up and knocked on the inner office door and entered. "She's here," she chimed in a soft voice. The secretary stood to the side as Bonnie entered, and quietly closed the door as she exited.
"Bon Bon!" General Warbird sang with open arms and a huge smile. "I haven't seen you in ages. Come in, come in."
They hugged and Bonnie kissed him on the cheek. "Hi Uncle Thad. I'm glad you have time to show me around the Pentagon. I've always wanted to see where you work."
The General took her arm and guided her to a big burgundy colored, leather sofa. As they sat down he said, "Before the tour, tell me how the family is doing... my sister first."
Bonnie set her briefcase on the coffee table, blushed and smiled. "Mom is doing well, though she totally embarrassed me last month when she suddenly showed up to chaperon my class ski trip."
The General roared with laughter. "That's what a parent is suppose to do, embarrass the HELL out of their kids whenever possible. How's the rest of the family?"
"Connie and Lonnie are at Go City U and are doing good," Bonnie informed him. "I haven't heard from Daddy in a couple of months, but he's still the U.S. liaison to MI 6, stationed in London."
The General smiled and asked in quick secession, "So how are you doing, you look well. How's school going? You still see that Flagg kid?"
Bonnie frowned as she paused to open her briefcase. "I'd love to sit and catch you up on all that's going on in Middleton, but I'm here on a mission." She pulled a stun gun out of the case as she continued. "You have Top Secret, A-1 clearance, right?"
"Bonnie," the General said in a serious tone, "you know I'm not allowed to talk about such matters, even with family. Is that the Stun Master 5000 I gave you last Christmas?"
"It is," Bonnie answered with a wicked smile. "But getting back to your clearance. Have you heard or read about the I.J.?"
A quizzical look came over General Warbird. "I.J.?" Recognition came to the General. "You mean Intergalactic Justice? I've heard stories of small groups of aliens replacing a human here or there to help guide the planet, but I haven't seen any reports on them. Why?"
"I'm an Agent of Intergalactic Justice." Bonnie put the weapon on the coffee table next to her briefcase and sat back into the plush leather.
"You're a..." The General leaned in and peered at her. "But I was there for your birth. You were a normal little girl. I... You..." Realization dawned on his face. "No, you aren't Bon Bon, are you."
Bonnie shook her head. "No, I replaced Bonnie Rockwaller just before she started junior high. She's doing well in the secluded village where we send all the people we've replaced. She's a straight A student, head cheerleader and she and Ron Stoppable make a really cute couple. That's one of the differences between the two of us. The other is the 'Queen Bonnie' personality I pretend to be. She's actually a very nice, sweet young lady."
The General chuckled. "Pretend? I thought you'd gone a bit loony because your sisters always pick on you. Well that, and your Dad isn't around much. No strong Father figure in your life to set you straight. Heaven knows my sister can handle the three of you and her job all at the same time." He leaned back into the sofa. "This is rich. Tell me, why did you set up in Middleton and take over Bonnie's life?"
"My six person team chose Middleton for one reason. Kim Possible."
General Warbird stood slowly and walked to the window. He peered out at the wooded area surrounding the Pentagon. "Possible, huh? I can see why." He turned quickly and came back to stand over the sofa and Bonnie. "She represents what is good on Earth. She's willing to help anyone at the drop of a hat and not take any reward for it, except maybe a ride to another place her assistance is required. She represents what we all should aspire to be."
"Right."
General Warbird chuckled. "And you're there as 'Queen Bonnie' to what? Confront her? See how strong and resilient she is? Push her to be better through the cheer squad and other things?"
Bonnie leaned back, crossed her legs and smiled wickedly. "You've always been quick on the uptake, Uncle Thad."
He sat down next to her. "So why have you told me all of this?"
Bonnie's countenance fell as she sat up and leaned in to him. "Because of your plan to nuke Baghdad. Too many innocents will die, not to mention the damage to the environment."
General Warbird sat up straight, a scowl rose on his face. "How do you know about the plan?" he growled.
"Uncle," Bonnie chided the man.
The General's face reddened in anger. "And don't call me Uncle! You are NOT my niece!"
Bonnie rose quickly and slapped the three star General across the face. "I am your niece!" she practically screamed. "I have ALL her memories from the day she was born until I took her place." A tear appeared in the corner of her eye and her voice quivered. "I... I remember when you tried to teach me how to ride a bicycle, the bike YOU bought me when I was four! I remember..."
He loudly cut her off. "You mean when I taught the REAL Bonnie Rockwaller to ride!" His voice quieted. "Not you."
Bonnie plopped back onto the sofa and looked down at her hands folded in her lap. "You're right General Warbird." She looked up at him with a determined, set-in-stone face. "Which makes what I have to do all the easier. Call off your plan and retire today, or I.J. will step in and stop you."
The General rubbed his chin with his hand. "An ultimatum, huh? How long do I have to decide?"
"When is your next appointment?" Bonnie picked up the stun gun and casually examined it.
He chuckled again. "So it's like that. I give in and retire to your village?" Bonnie shook her head slowly. "No I guess not. I'm too pig-headed. Well, let me guess. I disappear and I'm replaced with a..."
"A Synthodrone," Bonnie finished his sentence.
"And Syntho-Warbird retires and fades away."
Bonnie's wicked grin appeared again and grew. "If you're thinking of agreeing with me, then moving up your timetable, we will know and take you out like we did the five man terrorist cell in Middleton two weeks ago. I know you've heard about that."
"Yes, I've read the report," the General said in admiration. "A very vicious but professional job there. How many of you did the job? All six in your team?"
Bonnie smiled her barracuda smile. "Nope, just Tara and I."
"Your friend, little Tara Monroe?" the General said in disbelief, holding his hand off the floor indicating how small he thought she was. "I can't believe that innocent little blond could be so cold and ruthless. I mean her personality is... She's sweet as apple cider."
"As they say," Bonnie sang, "business is business, and we take our business seriously." She buzzed the stun gun and watched the electricity dance across the gap. "And speaking of which, what's your answer?"
General Thadeus J Warbird's face sported it's own wicked grin. "You know what my answer is." He chuckled lightly. "I knew when they put me behind a desk I'd never die in battle. I didn't think I'd go out like this."
Bonnie sadly looked at her faux Uncle. "I think you've forgot what you once told me... or Bonnie. You said you only wage war to bring peace to an area."
"I still believe that," he said defensively, sitting up straight. "The Middle East will not find peace until there's a major upheaval in the area. I'm going..." he paused to correct his grammar, "I was going to supply that event. Our invasion wasn't big enough to shake them to the point they'd want it. My plan is... was big enough to make everyone in the Middle East sit up and finally want peace."
"No General," Bonnie sighed and shook her head slowly. "The only thing a nuke in the heart of Baghdad would do is infuriate the fundamentalists and push the whole region further into their hatred of the U.S. It would draw others to their cause. You don't understand the mindset of the Arab people."
The General thought pensively. "I guess I didn't take that into consideration." He grew quiet for a moment as he gazed out the window. He stood and walked to the window before asking, "Could we not do this here and now? I would really love to see the lake one last time."
Bonnie pleasantly smiled. "I haven't been to the cabin by the lake in over two years, since the last time we went fishing." She nodded and said, "I don't have to be back in Middleton for a few days."
General Warbird walked over to his desk and pushed the big red button on the intercom. "Mildred, Bon Bon and I are going up to the cabin for a few days of fishing. Clear my schedule and then take the rest of the week off and enjoy."
"Oh," Bonnie gasped. "Have her send in my escort." He nodded and called Mildred again.
When the Marine Lieutenant came into the office, General Warbird said, "Lieutenant, Miss Rockwaller and I will be leaving together. You're dismissed."
The young woman looked over at Bonnie and frowned. Bonnie smiled. "You wanted to know something about Kim Possible, Lieutenant?"
"Yes... um, no, Ma'am," she murmured.
Bonnie's smile grew large. "Oooooh! You want to talk about Ron Stoppable?" The Lieutenant looked over to the General and back at Bonnie. "Don't worry about Uncle Thad here. He's a real pussy cat when you get to know him," Bonnie purred.
The Marine's jaw dropped ten inches as she stared at Bonnie, then the General, then back at Bonnie. The General stepped in and spoke up. "Go ahead Lieutenant, enjoy your little girl talk with my niece. You won't get into any trouble with me." He smiled as he turned his back and walked over to stare out the window.
"Well Bonnie," the Lieutenant gulped down the lump in her throat, "I was hoping that you... and Ron would write me while I'm overseas. He hardly gets any press," she giggled slightly before adding, "and I think he's kinda cute."
"I don't know... he doesn't give out his address to just anyone," Bonnie said smugly as she got out her cell phone and speed dialed a number. When the call connected she said, "Hey Ron Ron, it's Bon Bon. I have someone that would like to talk to you."
She handed the phone to Lt Carson. The woman took it tentatively and held it to her ear. "Hello?" She listened for a second then said, "My name is Lieutenant Katheryn Carson. I've been following your adventures and was talking to Miss Rockwaller. I wanted to know if we could be pen pals when I'm stationed over in the Gulf next month, Sir?" She listened for a few seconds and smiled. "Okay... Ron, and yes, they do call me Kit. How'd you guess?" She giggled when she heard what he said. "Thank You for doing this. I..." she was interrupted. "We leave on the 14th from Langley." She paused and listened. ""No Way! You Would!" Pause. "Yeah, I'll see you then." She handed the phone back to Bonnie and smiled broadly, saying in disbelief, "He said he'd like to meet me before I leave for the Gulf. He's picking me up for a date this Saturday if a mission doesn't pop up for him and Kim."
"Hold on a sec," Bonnie said to Ron before she pushed the mute button on the phone and said, "You know he has quite a few girls crushing on him in Middleton."
"Probably, but if I could just meet him..." the Lieutenant looked off dreamily.
Bonnie un-muted the phone and said, "Hey Ron. Yeah, she is cute but kinda old for you. She's twenty." Bonnie giggled. "Yeah, talk to you later. Oh, and I won't be back for a couple of days. I'm going fishing with Uncle Thad." She listened for a few seconds. "Yeah, everything is copasetic. Talk to you later. Ciao." Bonnie closed the cell phone and put it in her pocket.
General Warbird turned around and walked back to the two young ladies. "If you don't have anything else to talk to Bonnie about, you're dismissed, Lieutenant." He smiled warmly. "And be sure to personally thank Ron from me. He and Kim do way too much for our troops and never get the thanks or recognition they deserve."
"Yes Sir!" Lieutenant Kit Carson barked with a huge smile and crisp salute which she held. The General stood erect and slowly saluted. The young Lieutenant snapped her salute, did an about face and marched out of the office.
Bonnie walked over to a painting of Washington Crossing the Delaware and opened it to the side on its hinges, revealing a wall safe. She dialed the combination and opened the steel door. Bonnie grabbed an envelope and tossed it to the General. "Here you go. You can leave this to be delivered on our way out." She closed up the safe and replaced the painting.
General Warbird looked at the envelope. "How did you know about my safe and this letter of resignation?"
Bonnie's barracuda smile spread. "Just about everyone in this building has a well worded letter of resignation stashed somewhere. Ron and I found yours the other night when we searched your office."
"So Ron's an I.J. Agent too?"
Bonnie laughed. "I thought you'd get it when I told you the real Bonnie and Ron were a cute couple."
"You're right," the General chuckled. "I missed that one. So who else is on your team?"
Bonnie put the stun gun back in her briefcase, closed it and moved to the office door. "I'll tell you all about the team on the way up to the lake."
The two walked out of the office. General Thadeus J Warbird stopped long enough to toss the letter into the out-basket on Mildred's desk. "Come on, Bon Bon," he chuckled as he opened the outer door to the hallway, "let's go fishing."
