Disclaimer and Author's Notes: The series Kim Possible is wholly and legally owned by The Walt Disney Company and its subsidiaries. This is only a hobby of mine which I don't get paid for.
Bonnie has made her different needs know to Ron and her parents. She wants more attention from the 'rents and she'd like Ron to be her boyfriend and more. Ron in standing firm in his desire to be true to Kim but he is helping Bonnie move on with her life. The Food Chain is coming down and may lead to other changes in Middleton High.
Bon Bon and the Food Chain
Chapter 11
"So what-da-ya think?" Monique held up the gold colored dress by its shoulders for Kim to look over. It was a short sleeved, fish net mesh with solid one inch cuffs at the collar and sleeves and the bottom was fringed with stringy tassels which would end just below her buttocks. Monique had altered it a bit by cutting peek-a-boo holes at the cleavage and above the butt in the back and tied the loose threads together to make the holes secure.
"Ooooo sweet! Let me try it on!" Kim growled anxiously as she snatched the apparel from her friend's hands and went to the mirror on the back of her closet door. She swiftly shimmied the dress over her gold hued bikini and smoothed out the stretchy mesh that tightly hugged every curve in her body before she looked at herself in the mirror. "I love it Mo!" Kim turned around and peered over her shoulder to see her back side in the mirror. "Now I just need to decide which sandals to wear with it."
"I thought you should wear your Birkenstock's with the wide single white strap," Monique suggested.
Kim dove onto the closet floor and rooted around for the footwear. "You mean these?" she queried as she held one sandal out behind her as she dug for the other.
"A-yep!" Monique squealed in delight, "dem's the ones!"
"Here's the other one," Kim sang as she stood up and dropped the two sandals on the floor in front of her. She stepped into the footwear and gazed at her full length reflection in the mirror. Kim flipped her left foot onto its toe with her knee coyly cocked across her other leg then shifted her weight to toe the right foot. "Now all I need is a towel to complete the ensemble." Kim stepped out of the sandals and ran down the steps from her loft bedroom to the bathroom below. She quickly returned to her room carrying a fluffy white terry bath sheet and laid it on her backpack. "There, I'm all set for tomorrow."
"What are you two girls doing up there?" the two female teens heard from the bottom of the stairs to the loft.
"Come on up and see mom," Kim replied and turned to watch her mother ascend the stairs to the bedroom. She spun in place with outstretched arms to show off her attire.
"Is there an end of summer beach party somewhere next weekend?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked, "or are you just looking forward to next summer dear?"
"Neither," Kim giggled, "I'm wearing this to school tomorrow."
"Kimmie," Ann chided her daughter as she tapped her chin with her index finger in thought, "I don't think you should wear something like that to school."
"It's well within the school's dress code," Kim informed her mother, "and I'm wearing it because it's a special occasion. Tomorrow we're celebrating the demise of the Food Chain so all the Seniors will be wearing swimsuits to school. Wade tells me all of the other classes may be dressing this way too."
"I see," Ann Possible said with a nod of the head and a wary smile. "It's sort of a dress down day." The blue-eyed redhead turned to Monique. "What are you going to be wearing tomorrow?"
Monique stood up and unbuttoned the extra large dress shirt she was wearing. "I got a mesh dress similar to Kim's but in black." She slunk out of the shirt and showed off her version of the mesh top over a skimpier black bikini. Instead of the peek-a-boo cutouts, Monique's top had three inch wide solid bands of material circling the breast and pelvic areas.
"Your mother let's you wear a suit like that outside the house?" Ann Possible asked incredulously.
"Mom sez it's okay as long as I cover up when I'm outdoors or not on school property," Monique wickedly smiled as she held the dress shirt out to the side on a single finger.
"Well, okay," Dr. Possible shrugged in resignation and turned to her daughter. "So why is the Food Chain coming down? Isn't Bonnie at the top of it? Doesn't she have anything to say about its demise?"
"Bonnie is the one who's tearing down the Food Chain," Kim answered. "She doesn't believe in it any more because of... well, because of circumstances."
"What circumstances?" Ann crossed her arms defiantly and tapped her toe impatiently.
"I described her sisters Connie and Lonnie to you last year when Bonnie and I were bonded together," Kim started and her mother nodded. "Bonnie told me she's been getting grief from them for eighteen years and her parents just let it happen. She shunted all of that grief and all the snobby stuff her parents fed her and her sisters on to Ron and I. That's where Queen Bonnie was created."
"So what's happened? Why isn't Bonnie getting all of that negative reinforcement at home anymore?"
"Someone, we don't know who," Monique continued the story, "got Bonnie out of the house and into her own apartment. The only thing that person asked in return is for Bonnie to become a better person at school, especially to Kim and Ron."
"Now that Bonnie has her own apartment over on Spring Canyon Road," Kim pointed in the general direction, "she and I are burying the hatchet and starting fresh. The apartment is only two blocks from here."
"Really," Dr. Possible said in thought as she recognized where Kim was talking about, "those are nice apartments. A few of the nurses at the hospital live in that complex and they say they love it. Especially with the fact that it's clothing optional."
"Yes it is," Kim said proudly as she folded her arms across her chest. "And since Bonnie and I are friends now I'll be spending more time over there. I hope you don't object. I think I should visit her more often so I can be very supportive with the changes she's going through."
"Why should I object?" Ann asked her daughter with a shrug. "Your father and I used to be members at a nudist resort before you were born. We found the lifestyle quite refreshing and relaxing."
Kim and her friend openly stared at the doctor's revelation before Monique scrunched up her face in revulsion and squealed, "Ewww, nude adults!"
"Way to go mom," Kim enthused before she turned to her friend and playfully snarked, "and you should realize Mo, we're adults now so either get with the program or cover up." The comment sent Monique reeling back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.
"I can tell you there have been some studies that show the nudist lifestyle is healthier than a normally clothed way of living," Dr. Possible purported as she smugly crossed her arms. "Nudists are generally more active and being outdoors they get more sunshine which leads to a greater production of vitamin D in the skin which helps the immune system."
"But what about skin cancer and wrinkles?" Monique begged.
"Of course too much of anything is bad for you," Kim cut in on her mother's answer. "Sunlight is essential to good health but too much can cause cancer spots and wrinkles."
"Kim is absolutely correct," Ann said and nodded in agreement. "Studies have shown that people who work at night and don't get much sunlight suffer more time off from work due to illness. They aren't creating the vitamin D-3 which causes the T-cells in the immune system to destroy damaged or infected cells."
"If that's the case," Monique playfully groaned, "Bonnie should be the healthiest person in our class with that perpetual tan she's got going."
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"I-I didn't know. I really didn't think anything was wrong at home," Don Rockwaller said as he slowly shook his head. He was sitting at the kitchen table. He stared at nothing in particular outside the kitchen as the poker chip flipped forward and back across his knuckles.
"It took me over a year to figure it out," Ron quietly intoned as he sat back down in the chair at the table. His concerned face rose to peer at Bonnie's father. "I'm sure she doesn't consider you a bad parent. Maybe a little out of touch but..."
"Being negligent is being a bad parent," Don blatantly said to the blond boy. "My wife and I tried to raise the girls to be strong independent women. I thought we were doing a good job."
"Bonnie is strong and independent," Ron assured the man. "But that doesn't mean she doesn't love you and want to be around you more." Ron turned to wistfully peer out the kitchen window. "I just wonder what kinda parent I'll be... if I ever get to be a dad."
"I think you'll make a wonderful father," Vonda Rockwaller stated as she came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "And I think Bon Bon would be a wonderful mother and wife for you."
"Mrs. Rockwaller," Ron growled angrily before he caught himself and simply shook his head. "How is she?"
"She's a bit upset at the moment," Vonda said as she picked up a playing card and gazed at it. "I told her to lay down and rest for a few minutes and we'd talk over dinner." Vonda smiled warmly at Ron. "And I really do think you two would make a wonderful couple."
"Mrs. R," Ron chided the woman, "Bonnie and I might be getting along right now but we have way too much bad road between us to become a couple. Kim and I have been friends for fourteen years now and we'll be together for the rest of our lives."
"Even though she doesn't want children?" Vonda begged in disbelief. She scowled at the blond boy when he peered questioningly at her. "Don't give me that look. Your mother and I talk all the time when I'm in town. She's told me about Kim's operation and the reasons behind it."
"It doesn't matter," Ron sighed, folded his hands in his lap and watched his thumbs nervously twiddle. "Kim's been nice to me for fourteen years and Bonnie's been nothing but mean for just as long."
"But Bon Bon liked you in Pre-K," Vonda countered. "She told me so."
"I know that now," Ron sighed again. "She told me all that and how she got mad at me for not chasing after her. That's why she's been putting me and Kim down for so long. Kim on the other hand has been nothing but good to me."
"Good to you?" Vonda Rockwaller laughed derisively. "Do you mean like the time she locked you in the janitor's closet over the weekend so she could go to the dance with Josh Mankey? After you literally pushed her out the door so she would ask him out? Or last year when she chased after that good looking Eric guy and totally ignored you for a whole week? Whatever became of him?"
"Eric sorta had a major collapse and disappeared," Ron chuckled. "But those two times were before KP and me hooked up as boyfriend and girlfriend. We're good now and she won't be chasing after any more hotties. Kim told me so and I believe her."
"Don't you want to pass your surname on to a son Ronald?" Don Rockwaller spoke up. "I know I'm beside myself because we don't have any boys."
"KP couldn't go on her missions if she got pregnant," Ron barely muttered as he picked up a playing card and stared at it. He flipped it into the air where it almost touched the ceiling before it arced back into his hand. "Sacrifices have to be made in order to keep the World safe for everyone. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few... or the one."
"Don't you start spouting that damned Star Trek drivel Ron Ron!" Don, Von and Ron turned and saw Bonnie standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on hips and her lips curled in a sneer. "Besides, you've sacrificed enough already, just look at your body! You been going on those damned mission for all these years and your still fighting the same bad guys."
"It's not my fault the prisons can't keep Drakken and Monkey Fist and the rest of them behind bars," Ron almost shouted as he stood up and faced off with the brunette in the middle of the kitchen. "And it was Wilson Churchill that said it first when he was talking about the Regal Air Force!"
"It was not!" Bonnie argued.
"Was too!" Ron shot back.
"Was NOT!" Bonnie hollered.
"Was TOO!" Ron screamed.
They stood toe-to-toe glaring angrily at one another for five whole seconds before they smashed together in a back and butt groping passionate kiss that would have sent the Disney censors into cardiac arrest if they had been paying any attention and lobbying for a Season Five. Unfortunately for you dear reader, they did wake up from their morning siesta and prompted Vonda Rockwaller to gasp lovingly at the scene and say, "Oh, how wonderful."
Those three words were all it took to break the two teens out of their lust-filled encounter and they quickly backpedaled away from one another.
Ron paused for a second to catch his breath before he spun on his heels and walked out of the kitchen. "I need to check on Rufus. He should be waking up from his nap right about now and hasn't eaten for a few hours."
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A/N: My research shows the quote in question is attributed to Captain Spock and Admiral Kirk in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and not Winston Churchill. Ron got it all wrong, including the name of the RAF, The Royal Air Force.
