It's Addictive: Take two
Chapter 9
I.
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Barkin's head came on point like a spaniel in a quail pasture. "Possible, who's in there? I thought the cheerleader's had gone home."
"Ah...they have, sir, ah, the door sometimes sticks. That was just the latch." Kim leaned against the door frame, trying to look nonchalant.
"Are you sure, Possible, because that sounded more like a lock than a latch."
"Positive, Mr. Barkin." Kim said, just as a memory sprang forward. She could feel the blood draining from her face. "Monique! I left Monique...she wouldn't...she would? Would she? No, of course she wouldn't...She would!"
Mr. Barkin turned back to Kim. His quick recon of the hallway reassured him that he would be unheard. "All right, Possible. I need Stoppable to make me two of his chocolate cakes. I promised to bring desert to a pot luck awards ceremony my Pixie troop is having." Barkin's eyes left Kim to sweep the hall.
"C-cake, Mr. Barkin?"
A feminine giggle sounded. Barkin whirled back. "Are you laughing at my proud Pixies, Possible?" He growled.
Kim straightened, valiantly resisting the compulsion to tear the door off it's hinges, "Me, sir? I would never. I was a Pixie scout myself."
The all around educator's brows lifted dubiously. "All right. Just tell Stoppable to have those cakes here tomorrow in time for me to leave at fifteen thirty hours. Understood?"
"Sir, yes, sir."
Barkin nodded in satisfaction. "Fine, I..." Footsteps, many footsteps sounded in the hall. "Tomorrow, Possible." He left hurriedly.
Kim turned to open the door. As expected, it was bolted. Her keys were in her capri pants pocket, wherever those were. She raised her fist to beat on the wood. A hand fell on her shoulder. "We need to talk, 'K, now!"
II.
"S-S-Salome?" Ron clutched his towel tightly, "S-sure. D-danced for the king."
Monique reached behind her, eyes never leaving her prey.
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"Monique!" Ron's voice scaled, "Uh, w-why did you lock the door?"
Monique took a slow step forward, leaving one shoe behind. "Good boy. And do you remember why she danced?"
Ron's eyes widened in panic as the beauty advanced another step, leaving her other shoe.
"You-you want my head?" His hand not clutching the towel protectively rose to his neck.
Monique paused, her eyes looking toward the ceiling before returning to Ron, the banked fires igniting. "Maybe later. No, she did it..." Monique's hand reached to stroke down Ron's hair, following his temple to softly cup his jaw. "...for a favor."
"A favor?" Ron squeaked. "What kind of favor?"
"Just a teensy little favor, one you may even enjoy." Monique giggled.
"B-b-b-bah, but I..."
Monique's fingers closed Ron's stuttering jaw. She stepped away, one slim hand fingering the banner draped across her chest. "Did you know these banners are very sheer, Ron?"
"Uh-no, I mean yes, uh...so they'll be light enough to wave, I guess." Ron managed.
"Well, I had to drape three just to be decent." The banner she was fingering floated to the floor. Ron could just begin to make out the darkening tips revealed. "And what do you know, there are seven banners." Monique's hand went to her waist.
III.
Kim whirled, her temper flaring at the unwelcome presence. "What do you want, Bon...Shego?" Kim immediately dropped into a combat stance. "Tara? Crystal? Hope? What..." Kim felt her eyes trying to cross. "Okay, just what is going on here? Shego, have you..."
"Whoa, Princess," Shego held her hands up, "While I may be with this posse, I am in no way a member. I operate alone. Sharing is not my thing. She's the leader of this pack." She nodded toward Bonnie.
Kim's eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze on her nemesis. "And just what is it you want. Bon-bon?"
Bonny blinked. She had clashed with Kim before but this was the first time she had heard the echoes of a bear protecting it's cub in the tone. "Well, ah, we, that is, all of us..." The better part of valor was suddenly looking very good.
Tara pushed forward oblivious to the danger. "We want to know what Ronshine is and why you're hogging it." Tara nodded sharply, crossing her arms over her chest in demand.
Kim's eyes cut to Shego, one eyebrow raised in question.
Shego tilted one hand back and forth, "Eh, it's a slow day."
Kim leaned her shoulders against the door. "Ronshine? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Hope leaned forward, "Uh-huh, c'mon, Kim, we all saw you this morning."
Crystal nodded, "Yes, and Bonnie heard you singing about Ronshine."
With visible reinforcements, Bonnie's snark returned. "And don't try and deny it, Kim. I saw the panic you were in at your locker. So 'fess up, what is it?"
Kim was beginning to look hunted.
"Tch-tch. You don't know, Princess? If Halloween got you a month in your room, what would Daddy Possible do if he heard about this?"
Kim paled, "You wouldn't?"
"Evil, remember?" Shego grinned. "Besides..."
"Lay that funky magic on me, white boy!" An ecstatic feminine scream came from behind the green door. Kim flinched.
The five looked at each other, then turned united and hopeful glares on Kim. "Yeah, that's what we're talking about." They chorused.
"Ohhhhhhh Yessssssss!"
Kim panicked. She jerked at the door handle futilely, then spun. "Bonnie, give me your keys." She demanded.
"I...I don't have them. I let Jessica borrow them. Where's your's?" Bonnie quavered.
"In my backpack, wherever that is."
"Oh, Bonnie put that in Ron's locker." Tara said helpfully.
The glare Kim turned on Bonnie should have reduced her to a pile of ash.
"There, there,...Riiiigghhtttt theeere!"
"That's it, I gotta know." Shego stepped forward, her hands flaring.
"Shego!" Kim blocked her, "You can't destroy school property!"
"Oh God, Yeeeesssss!" The voice rose and fell.
"Sure I can, Princess, watch." Shego tried to reach around Kim to the handle.
Kim pushed her back, "No, you can't. Can't you pick the lock or something? You're the master thief."
"Sorry, Kimmie, not on the clock. I left my tools at the lair." Shego looked around, "Anybody got a hair pin?"
The teens looked at her in disbelief. "I'll just run home and see if my grandmother's around." Bonnie snarked.
"Well, we have to do something." Hope demanded.
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AUAUAUAUAUAU
I know this is short, but it seemed like such a great place to break it. (EG) I'll have the next chapter up shortly. Promise. Honest, I swear. Really.
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