Bad Girls

Disclaimer: In my dreams I own Kim Possible, unfortunately we're all stuck in cold harsh reality

Chapter Three: Holiday Cheer

-Ron-

There were few things that could drag Ron Stoppable out of bed at six thirty in the morning, certainly not since he'd gotten into college and could set his own schedule. Spending Christmas Eve with his girlfriend and then his best friend was one of those few things. Of course drag was very much the operative word as Ron was even less a morning person than Bonnie and that was most certainly saying something. But despite the ungodly hour Ron forced himself into the shower and then through the rest of his morning routine, minus breakfast since he'd be doing that at Bonnie's house.

Rufus was just as unhappy to be awake at such an early hour but Ron managed to prod his naked mole rat awake long enough for him to crawl into Ron's pocket, where he promptly went back to sleep until a more sane hour of the day. Not having the same option Ron trudged past his parents, who were far too awake for it being as early as it was and then outside for the walk to his first stop of the day. December morning in Colorado certainly did the job when it came to waking Ron up, he bunched his coat up till it covered as much as it possibly could and started walking faster if only to get back inside and away from the biting cold.

When she opened the door to let him in Bonnie seemed to be about as awake as Ron had been before his trek through the cold. As awake as the cold had gotten him Ron had no illusions as he and Bonnie shared a quick kiss that he wouldn't be able to go right back to sleep if Bonnie wanted to snuggle together on the couch and catch an hour of sleep after breakfast, but first came breakfast and a welcome surprise.

"Where are your parents?" Ron asked as he hung up his coat, "still asleep?"

"Actually they're out," Bonnie smiled, "mom's been complaining that she wants to go to this restaurant out towards Lowerton and since they had some sort of deal going today for Christmas Eve dad finally broke down, which gives us the whole house to ourselves."

"Oh the possibilities," Ron grinned even though they both knew there would be none of that, "so what would my badical girlfriend like to do this fine morning?"

"Well," Bonnie tapped her chin thoughtfully, "without my parents or sisters around I see no reason to not let my hair down and have a little fun. Now go get your coat back on and wait for me while I throw some warm stuff on, we're going out back and building snowmen."

Ron just laughed, as soon as her sisters and parents weren't around to belittle her Bonnie became a person very determined to recapture the childhood and teenage years they had denied her, not that Ron had any objections to building snowmen as he could make a mean Snowman Hank, and all the better to be doing so with his girlfriend. Maybe by the time they were done Rufus would have woken up and then the three of them could spend the rest of the morning goofing off. But if his naked mole rat didn't wake up Ron would have exactly zero complaints about spending the rest of the morning making out with Bonnie.

-Kim-

Kim's eyes popped open and she slowly sat up as she stretched and yawned, glancing over at her clock she saw that it was still five minutes before six but rather than trying to catch those last few minutes of sleep Kim pushed her blankets aside and hopped out of bed. The cold of her room did whatever her natural Kimness hadn't done towards waking her up, as much as Kim loved her loft room the fact that it was the farthest room in the house from the furnace meant it got rather cold at times. Digging through her suitcases Kim managed to find a hooded sweatshirt and some warm-up pants, throwing on a pair of running shoes she made her way downstairs and after grabbing a house key set out on her morning run.

When she got back thirty minutes later the smells of her mom's cooking were already wafting from the kitchen and as much as she liked to take a nice long shower on these cold winter mornings Kim decided she'd shorten that if it meant getting her share of breakfast that much faster. Throwing her shoes off in the laundry room Kim started making her way upstairs to one of her favorite places in the entire world, her shower.

"Hey Kim," an unexpected voice said as she walked by the kitchen, "have fun out there in the cold?"

"Hey yourself," Kim stopped and leaned back to put her head in the kitchen doorway, "what are you doing here so early?"

"I couldn't pass up the opportunity for your mom's pancakes," Tara smiled as she held up a piece of said pancakes on a fork.

"And only my mom's pancakes," Kim smiled teasingly, "is that all you care about in this relationship."

"It's true," Tara had a look of mock sadness on her face, "being with you is great and all but these pancakes are my only love."

"I'm wounded," Kim laughed as she held her hands over her heart in mock pain, "let me go take a shower and I'll make my case why I'm better than those pancakes."

Tara giggled as her girlfriend walked out of the kitchen and up to her shower, such teasing was a hallmark of their relationship. Once Kim came back down they'd decide on some way to spend most of their morning, if nothing else there was always the good old fallback of nail painting, hair brushing, all those girly things, and if they happened to get a bit… distracted, well that just couldn't be helped now could it?

-Ron and Kim-

Ron watched his breath steam as he walked up to Kim's door, the day had warmed up as it moved past noon but warm was still a term to be applied only very loosely. Even so he'd had a good time with Bonnie, under his guidance she'd helped him build several quite good snowmen even if they didn't quite measure up to his all time best of Snowman Hank at the North Pole. After that they'd passed some time with a make out session until Rufus finally alerted them he was awake with a gag from Ron's pocket. By that point they'd worked up a rather ferocious appetite and so placating Rufus with cheese the two had treated themselves to lunch before Ron left for Kim's house and Bonnie went up to the shower.

He was just about to knock on the door when it opened to show a surprised Kim and Tara, Tara was bundled up like he was since she would be walking over to Bonnie's house.

"Hey Ron," Kim's eyes widened slightly with surprise, "aren't you a bit early?"

"Yeah," Ron answered, "Bonnie wanted to hit the shower and wouldn't let me follow her so she ended up kicking me out a bit early. I swear there are days I think she loves a hot shower more than she loves me."

"Speaking of," Kim smiled, "I found out that I'm just a trophy girlfriend to Tara, she's really in love with my mom's pancakes."

"Tara!" Ron gasped, "Does our love mean nothing to you, am I just good for cheap thrills when you feel like it."

Tara laughed for a good half minute before she could speak, "I wouldn't have put it quite like that, and you know as well as I do how good those pancakes are."

"I guess when you put it that way," Ron said mock seriously.

"You two," Kim sighed before quickly kissing Tara, "now unless you want Bonnie thinking that you're putting pancakes ahead of your best friend you need to get going."

Tara left still unable to contain the occasional snicker, left to their own Kim and Ron quickly hugged in greeting before walking into the festively decorated living room.

"So," Kim flopped down on the couch, "did you have fun without Connie or Lonnie there to be their charming selves?"

"Don't get me wrong," Ron sat down next to her, "spending holidays with Bonnie is great, but her sisters ugh now that's another story entirely. This year though I think I finally get why you and Tara are always so happy to get to spend time like this together. And should I be reading from your more than slightly ruffled appearance that you and Tara had fun today?"

"Nothing you and Bonnie didn't have fun doing I'm sure," Kim mock glared at him, "and absolutely nothing you and Felix laugh about whenever you're laughing about whatever it is college age guys laugh about."

"Kim," Ron gasped as he feigned hurt, "how can you say that about me?"

"Easy," Kim quirked an eyebrow, "I'm your best friend so I know you that well. But really, I am glad you and Bonnie finally got to enjoy a Christmas together, you two have definitely put up with Bonnie's sisters more than long enough to deserve it."

"Thanks KP," Ron smiled, "so any ideas of how we should pass our time before your dad starts making eggnog and Rufus puts an end to whatever we want to do?"

Kim stood up and stretched, "well if it doesn't scare you too much mom said she'd love it if you whipped up some cookies for tonight and I figure even I can't screw up bringing you things."

"Okay," Ron sighed, "but before you touch anything ask me, I do not want a repeat of last year. By the way where is your fire extinguisher now?"

-Bonnie and Tara-

Tara wasn't sure what she wanted more, a heavier coat or for Bonnie to get out of the shower and answer her door already. She would in fact take whatever she could get but standing outside in the cold in a coat that wasn't quite thick enough was unpleasant. Other than that though Tara's day had gone rather well, she wasn't particularly a morning person but she hadn't had much trouble getting up to spend the day with her girlfriend and best friend. She and Kim had had plenty of fun that morning, joking about almost constantly as was the norm for them. And then running into Ron had been a pleasant surprise, they had over the years become quite good friends and getting to joke around with him was just icing on the cake that had been her day up to this point.

Fortunately for the blonde she only had to spend a few minutes out in the cold before the door opened to show her best friend who had obviously jumped right from the shower, toweled off as fast as she could, and threw on what was quite likely the clothes she'd had on before.

"Hi," Bonnie pushed a wet strand of hair out of her face, "kinda lost track of time in the shower, sorry about that."

"It's alright," Tara stepped inside out of the cold, "if standing outside for a few minutes is the low point of my day I think I'll live."

"Good," Bonnie smiled, "I want to squeeze as much out of today as I can since I found out right before I got in the shower that tomorrow is going to tank."

"Ouch," Tara grimaced, "I didn't think your sisters would actually go through with all the effort to find a seat on any flights out tonight, much less pay for it out of their own pockets."

"Oh they're staying right where they are," Bonnie's smile returned somewhat, "my parents called and in the spirit of the season we are going to pay a visit to my clone."

"Yeah that's going to tank," Tara rested a hand on her best friend's shoulder in sympathy, "well your parents are getting back at seven right?"

"Yeah," Bonnie answered, "what does that have anything to do with anything though?"

"Simple," Tara grabbed her and started dragging her, "it means we have five hours to wring this afternoon of all the fun it has and the clock's ticking."

-Tri-City Supermax-

For the notorious persons held inside its confines the Tri-City Supermax prison was a rather drab and uninspiring place. At least as much as a prison designed to hold some of the most dangerous people alive can be drab and uninspiring. Steel reinforced concrete walls several feet thick did nothing towards creating a welcome home for the inmates. But when the residents of a place are people who regularly pursue world domination and as a hobby spread suffering among the populace at large homely was something not on the minds of the designers.

And among shape-shifters, electrically powered psychopaths, normal psychopaths, and genetic mutations among others therein resided a few special cases. People whose powers made them dangerous beyond even their rather ignominious company and those who were not merely psychopaths but people so incapable of existing within the confines of anything even approaching society that the only recourse was indeed to lock them up and not just throw away the key but throw it away into deep space where it could never be found again.

One of those people was something of an odd case even among the oddities, were someone who didn't know her to take a look at her one would think she was the exact opposite of an inmate of such a facility. And even if one knew this particular inmate one might still be able to be confused if that look were only a passing one, or even not such a passing one. On the surface Bonnie and her clone remained nearly identical, even different lifestyles hadn't done much to change anything that could be noticed by anyone but those who knew the original best. It was only if one were to listen to them speak or take a close look into their eyes that one could see the real difference between them.

While Bonnie had a quick temper and a razor sharp tongue she knew when to hold it and how to properly use such things. Her clone on the other hand was a bomb with no fuse, prone to explode at anyone or anything that caught the attention of her ire. She however reserved her greatest loathing and hatred for her original self, some genetic tinkering designed to enhance her more negative personality traits combined with tutelage under Bonnie's older sisters had combined to detest and yet envy everything about her counterpart.

Her road to an isolation cell in one of the most secure prisons in the entire world wasn't quite so simple, after the Diablo incident she'd only done a brief spell in prison, more a lock up until they decided that she wasn't necessarily dangerous on her own. She had at that point been put into the custody of the Rockwallers believing that having the same genetic material, mostly, as the original Bonnie that she could become just as upstanding a member of society. The doctors and degree toting professionals had however neglected to fully consider the effects of the genetic tinkering she'd been subjected to. Upon meeting Connie and Lonnie and realizing just how narciscistic, shallow, and petty they were she had found her new best friends.

With them guiding the way she had come to loathe everything they loathed, and that meant that her original self topped the list of things she detested in this world. Clone Bonnie was also given the desire to take away anything good her original self managed to obtain, and she also gained Connie and Lonnie's narcissism. Given her genetic engineering and her experience with plots for world domination this lead her to believe that she was obviously the best person alive to run the world and with the know how she would undertake a plot to conquer the world. The only thing she needed was help, and seeing an opportunity to also take something from her original self she had decided to take Ron from her and if possible do her original self in.

Only the plan hadn't quite gone off as she'd thought it would, when she had approached him, her Ron, her Ron had not only turned down her offer for world domination. But when she later decided to remove her original self from the equation and give Ron no choice but to be with her he had helped Kim Possible rescue that insipid wretch of a woman she just had to be cloned from. The silver lining to that cloud had been that prison for the last three years had given her plenty of time to think and plan. She had realized that her original self, and therefore her genetic blueprint simply did not possess any aptitude for villainy, fortunately her creator and then the two biggest influences in her life were different stories.

And as a series of explosions began to ripple through the prison she smiled that three years of planning were beginning to come to fruition. Suddenly the floor of her cell began to crumble, calmly she took a few steps to the wall of the cell and judging carefully she jumped down into a dust filled hallway that was per the plan empty. Jogging quickly she paused only at the hole in the wall before she leapt down into the yard and began her sprint towards freedom. Waiting at the gaping hole in the outer wall was a car with its engine running, she jumped into the passenger seat and the driver sped off. All total it had taken her less than a minute to execute her jailbreak, likely the prison guards hadn't even figured out what was going on, much less that she had escaped.

Little more than an hour later the car pulled into a garage in a no longer abandoned military complex dug into the side of a mountain, the operation was still small but the important pieces were all in place and in a pleasingly short time they would fall into place and she would not only be supreme dictator of the world but Ron would be hers.

Walking briskly through the halls she ducked into an unobtrusive office that was in its own way quite important, it had therein her partner and the person responsible for breaking her out of jail.

"I see you're here," the voice said from the shadows of the dimly lit room, "I take it everything went as planned?"

"Of course," She sat down in the other seat in the room and rested her feet on the desk, "I've planned this out far too long and in-depth for anything to go wrong."

"That I am still not so sure about," the voice spoke once again, "Kim Possible had foiled you before, nor are her teammates to be underestimated, any one of them still has the potential to derail this plan."

"They'll be taken care of," Clone Bonnie leaned forward with an evil smile on her face, "in fact I'll see to it that my original self and her best friend end up working towards our interests and before I'm done Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable will be as bitter of enemies as they ever were of friends."

AN: have news, if it's good or bad is up to you. Every summer my church goes on a summer mission trip, and this years is from June 6th to June 18th. As you probably just guessed I'm going on it and obviously won't have a computer to write or update. What I will have is a college rule notebook and a pen so if I type fast when I get back we'll see about June 22nd. Now to the good stuff, we have a villain at last, and a mystery villain. No big carrots to sucker you all back here after my absence but I'll try placating you with a new chapter with cool stuff in it, just nothing huge since the almighty outline says so. Until next time.