Doppler Effect.
A Kim Possible fanfic.
By Zombie Boy.
"When you see a man and he's standing alone, you just might take him for an easy mark
And theres many a man who's tried his hand and theres worse than wolves in the borderland dark
From the savage men to the government hounds tried to take whats yours and tear you through
All them that run with me got my back and its a fool who don't know that his family is his crew
Don't ya tell me what I cannot do...
Don't ya think that I've got to run from you..
So take my love,
Take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me"
From Mal's Song, Firefly opening.
Chapter Twenty One.
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The chiming of her cellphone yanked Tara out of the mental cinema that her book had been providing for her and back to reality. Marking her place with her index finger she scrambled over on hands and knees to where her cell was charging and snatched it up.
Bonnie :) the display told her, and she felt a spike of happiness.
Sliding it open, she pressed the talk button. "Hi Bonnie!" she chirped as she put the phone to her ear. "Whats up?" she asked.
"Shit." Bonnie answered, and instantly Tara's good mood at her friend calling evaporated.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You sound down."
"Dad and I just got done talking to my lawyer about my court appearance." Bonnie answered.
Tara grimaced. "Does he think you're gonna lose?" Tara asked.
"No." Bonnie said with a sigh. "He thinks we can win it and get me an innocent verdict."
"Great!" Tara said, momentarily happy again. "So how come you sound so down?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line for a few moments, and Tara imagined Bonnie rubbing her eyes.
"Well.... that's the thing." she said. "the reason why I'm down is because of what I'm gonna have to do to prove that I'm innocent, but, he says I can't talk about it to anyone other than Dad."
Tara grimaced. "Ouch." she said. "Let me guess, details about what you and Josh were doing?" she asked.
"Yeah, something like that." Bonnie replied. "Anyways, I'm really in the need for some cheering up. Would it be okay if I came over to your place?"
Tara winced at a loud thump that came from the common wall that she shared with her brothers. "Ah, actucally, no. My brothers have friends over, and...."
"Oh." Bonnie said, the wince audible in her voice. "Can you come over here?" she asked.
"Yeah." Tara replied. "I got all of the homework assignments done and since school got delayed for another week...."
"Okay." Bonnie said. "I could use some help with mine anyways, and it'd help keep my mind off things."
"I'll be there in fifteen." Tara said as she stood up.
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Maggie Davids yawned as she pushed the lid to her coffin open and sat up, absently running her tongue over her canines. The sun had just gone down, and it was time for her to start her day- or evening, rather. But not right at the moment- her masters were out and there was very little for her to do upstairs.
"Breakfast." she said to herself as she sat and looked around her room, which was appointed like any other save for the coffin in place of a bed. "Better shower afterwards too. I'm getting a bit dusty again..."
Climbing out of bed, she walked over to the small refrigerator that sat in the corner of her room and took out a blood pack. It wasn't nearly as good as live blood, but it was better than none or having to deal with the cleanup after she had fed on someone.
Opening a closet, she took out a fresh uniform and made a mental note that she needed to swing by the dry cleaners again, she was running low on uniforms. Laying it out on her coffin, she finished her blood pack and headed for her shower.
Tossing the pack in the trash and her nightgown in the hamper, she stepped inside and turned the shower on. Maggie was just about to lather up when she heard the front door open and the distinctive heavy footsteps of one of her masters and heard him bellow for her.
Dropping the soap, she dashed out of the shower, grabbing a towel on the way and wrapping it around herself as she dashed upstairs.
"Masters." she said when she reached the top of the stairs and stepped out in the living room.
Chris snorted and blew a stream of smoke out of his nostrils. "You know Maggie, when I said that it would be okay for you to have a more relaxed dress style, I didn't mean you take it that far- not that I don't mind the view." he said, nodding at her towel, which was heading south. Maggie 'eep'ed and hoisted it back up as Chris chuckled. "And quit calling me master. You're in America, for crying out loud. We don't do that here."
"Yes Master." Maggie said, making Chris roll his eyes and Andrew chuckle. "Did things go well?"
"NO!" Chris and Andrew said forcefully, making Maggie jump back a bit and her towel shift down again. "We had to deal with a city full of zombies and mutations." Andrew added.
"So the nuking of Raccoon City wasn't a terrorist act?" Maggie asked as they shrugged off their coats.
"Nope." Chris answered as he took another drag on his cigar. "It was the government that nuked the city, to keep the infection from spreading. We barely made it out on a chopper before the nuke hit- EMP damn nearly fried it too."
''So the skips dead, I take it?" Maggie asked.
"He got ate." Andrew said as Chris nodded. "Poor bastard."
"Anyways, what happened while we were running around in a living Bosch canvas?" Chris asked.
Maggie blinked and mentally called up that information. "Well, Mister Lipowitz called, he wanted to talk to you two about the banana incident. Lieutenant Murphy also called about said banana incident. Also, Mister Bernstein stopped by. Apparently, he had caught three teenagers who broke into his office and were going through his files. He had the miscreants stuffed into his trunk and he was here to hand them over to you, but since you were not here, he fed them to me instead." she recited.
'They taste good?" Chris asked, taking a draw on his cigar.
Maggie nodded and smiled. "Oh yes, they were delicious. Two males and one virgin female." she answered. "As I was saying, Mr Bernstein stopped by. Also, Miss Possible called. She needed help with a problem involving the press." she finished. "And that's all that happened while you were out."
"Okay." Andrew said as he sat down on the couch.
"You can go." Chris told Maggie as he sat down in his recliner. "We can call Herschel and Murphy in the morning before we leave." he said, turning his attention to Andrew.
Maggie stopped and looked back at her masters. "You're leaving again?" she asked.
"Ammo run." Chris explained. "We're both completely out of belted 7.62 NATO, and we need to resupply."
"And I'm out of 5.56 belted." Andrew added. "And the rest of our ammo isn't looking good either."
'I see.' Maggie said with a nod before heading down the stairs.
Flicking the ash off the end of his cigar Chris stared up at the ceiling. "Y'know, since were gonna be in the area, we can stop by and see Carrot Crotch about her press problem."
"Yep." Andrew agreed, lighting a cigarette.
"And then after we pick up the ammo, we can come home and drink ourselves into oblivion for a couple of days."
"Yep." Andrew agreed.
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Kim was nibbling on one of her mothers blueberry muffins and puzzling over her calculus homework when she heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who it could be, she reluctantly put down the muffin, wiped her mouth, and went downstairs to see who was calling at the door.
Peering through the peephole, she saw a man in a gray business suit standing on their stoop looking at his watch. Deciding that he didn't look all that dangerous, she opened the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
The man nodded. "Yes actually. I'm William Aspal. I'm with Woods & Cook." he said as an introduction. "Are you Miss Kim Possible?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Kim said, wondering what a representative from a Upperton law firm would want with her. "Why?"
"I'm here to serve you with this." the man said, reaching into his coat pocket and taking out a folded sheet of paper and handing it to her.
"What is this?" Kim asked as she took the sheet of paper.
"A subpoena." Mr Aspal answered. "For your testimony in the trial of Bonnie Rockwaller."
"WHAT?" Kim yelled. "You want me to testify for that backstabbing bitch?"
Mr Aspal shrugged. "Yes." he said. "And regardless of your opinion of Miss Rockwaller, you had better be there or face contempt of court. Have a nice day."
With that, Mr Aspal turned on his heel and walked out to his car. Kim gaped at him for a few moments, then shut the door and unfolded the paper. She started to read through it, but only made it halfway through before quitting in disgust.
Stomping over to the phone, she picked it up and pressed the speed dial for her mother's cell number. Leaning up against the wall, she listened to her mother's phone ring as she tapped the subpoena against her leg.
Her mother picked up on the third ring. "Kim?" she asked. "Is that you?"
"Yeah." Kim said. "You're not gonna believe this, but Bonnie's lawyers just subpoenaed me."
"You're kidding." Anne said.
"I'm holding it in my hand right now." Kim answered, looking down at the paper in her hand.
"Did they say why?" Anne asked.
"No." Kim answered. "Just that I had to be there."
"Hmm." Anne said, her tone saying that the gears were turning in her head. "Well, put it on the fridge. Your father and I will look at it and we'll talk to our lawyer in the morning."
"Okay." Kim said as there was beep on the line. "Hold on, someone's calling on the other line." she said as she pressed a button on the key pad. "Hello?"
'Kim? It's Monique."
"Hey Mo." Kim said. "What's up?"
"I just got served with a subpoena from Bonnie's lawyers." Monique answered. "Can you believe that?"
"Yes, I can." Kim answered. "I just got served myself- look, I got my mom on the other line. Can you hold for a moment?"
"Actually, no." Monique answered. "I'm my break right now. You want to meet up at the Bueno Nacho to talk about it?" she asked.
"Sure." Kim said. "You still getting off at three?"
"Yeah." Monique answered. "Could you pick me up? My mom drove me into work today."
"Sure." Kim answered. "See you then."
"See you then." Monique said before hanging up.
Pressing a button again, Kim brought her mother back on the line. "Okay, I'm back." she said.
"Alright." Anne said. "Like I was saying, put it on the fridge and your father and I will take a look at it in the morning. It's probably nothing big, so don't worry about it, okay?"
Kim found her self nodding. "Okay Mom." she said. "I'm gonna be hanging out with Monique if you or Dad need to reach me." she added.
"Have fun dear." Anne said. "I've got to go now. Love you."
"Love you Mom." Kim replied before hanging up.
Looking at the subpoena, Kim clenched her fist and growled. "Ooooh... that Bonnie..." she grumbled as she stomped into the kitchen.
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Tara sighed as she drove past the Bueno Nacho. Bonnie was weighing heavily on her mind, specificly, what her friend might do. She had been pretty down the day before when she had called her, and she had gone over to Bonnie's to cheer her up, and help her with her homework. They had gotten a big chunk of it done, and then called it quits and spent the night watching movies on cable.
Bonnie had seemed happier and was in a much better mood, but there was something still troubling Tara. She couldn't put her finger on it directly, but there was something in her friends behavior that was making a little alarm buzzer go off in her head, and she had no idea what to do.
"What do I do?" she asked herself for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. "What do I...do..." she asked again as Kims sloth caught her attention.
Something pinged in the back of her mind and Tara whipped her car around and headed back in the direction of the Bueno Nacho, not noticing as a five ton delivery truck swerved to avoid her, causing three other cars to wreck, and plowed into a fruit cart before crashing into a building, spilling it's load of badgers.
Pedestrians ran for their lives to escape the stampede of enraged badgers as Tara pulled into the parking lot of the Bueno Nacho and parked next to a black civilian M-35 Deuce-and-a-half.
Tara nodded absently to the cute jock who walked past her as she headed into the Bueno Nacho, her mind on Bonnie and how exactly she was going to talk to Kim about her. So she didn't notice as he looked behind him for a few moments to ogle her ass, nor when he looked forward just in time to swarmed by badgers.
The door swung shut behind Tara, cutting off the outside just as the jock began screaming. Standing in the entryway for a moment, she scanned the restaurant and found Kim and Monique at their usual booth.
"Kim! Monique!" Tara called as she approached their booth.
Kim waved as Tara came over to them. "Hey Tara." she said. "I was just about to call you."
Tara blinked in surprise. "Oh." she said. "You mind if I join you? There's something that I want to talk to you and Monique about."
'Sure." Kim answered.
"Let me guess, it's about Bonnie?" Monique asked.
Tara stared at her friend in surprise. "Yeah. How'd you know?" she asked.
"Lucky guess." Monique answered. "You go order. We'll wait for you."
"Okay." Tara said, and minced off to go order.
Monique watched her go and sighed when she was out of earshot. "You know, Kim, I can never understand what she sees in Bonnie." she said.
Kim shrugged as she took a baby tomato out of her salad and popped it into her mouth. "I can't either." she said. "Seeing as how she doesn't have a bitchy bone in her body."
"That's true." Monique agreed. "I think she's the walking essence of nice."
Kim nodded as she watched Tara place her order. A few minutes later she rejoined them at the table.
"So." Kim said. "You said you wanted to talk about Bonnie?"
Tara nodded. "Yeah." she said. "I'm worried about her."
"That makes one of us." Kim muttered, then yelped as Monique kicked her in the shin. "Ow! What was that for?"
Tara chewed on her lip as Monique gave Kim a dirty look. "Kim, she's Bonnie's friend. Be nice." she chided.
"Hey, she knows how I feel about Bon -Bon." Kim shot back. "Right, Tara?"
Tara nodded as she laid a hand on Moniques arm. "It's okay, Monique." she said. "I know that Bonnie isn't on her list of favorite people."
"Whatever you say, Tara." Monique said, picking at her salad.
"Anyways." Kim said. "You're worried about her."
Tara nodded. "Yeah. Her trial's coming up, and I've been getting a weird vibe about her." she explained, picking at her burrito.
"What kind of vibe?" Monique asked before sipping her soda.
Tara sighed and looked at her food for a moment before responding. "I- I think she might try to hurt herself." she said. "And I don't know what to do."
Kim and Monique looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention back to Tara. "You think she might be suicidal?" Kim asked, getting a nod from the blond. "Have you talked to anybody about this?"
Tara shook her head. "I don't have anything definite." she said. "It's just a feeling I have."
Kim chewed on her lip for a moment. "Well, you do have good instincts." she said.
Monique nodded in agreement. "It's true." she said. "You were right about the cafeteria meatloaf being explosive."
Tara sighed. "Right before it blew up Mr Barkin's car." she said. "But I don't want to go to anybody else without some form of proof, cause whenever I do try act on my instincts everybody always thinks I'm just being a blond."
"Well, you are blond and you do act like a bubblehead." Monique pointed out. "even if you are one of the smartest persons in school."
Kim nodded knowingly. "Being a cheerleader doesn't help either." she added before her eyes bugged out and she ducked down into the booth.
Tara and Monique stared at where Kim was sitting.
"Are you okay?" Monique asked.
"B3S!" Kim hissed in reply. "They're walking out and I don't want them to see me!"
They both turned and saw that indeed the mad duo were indeed heading for the exit.
"Huh." Monique said as Tara got a determined look on her face. "I wonder when they got here?"
"I don't know!" Kim said in a low voice. "I didn't see their van in the parking lot." she added as Tara got to her feet. "Tara! What the hell are you doing?"
'I'm going to go talk to them." Tara answered as she started walking.
"Are you insane?!" Kim hissed, making a grab for Tara's skirt, which was just out of arms reach. "Monique!"
Kicked into action by Kim's verbal prod, Monique started to get out of her seat but she was far too late as Tara walked straight into their path and planted herself there.
'Scuse us." Chris said as he started to step out around her.
"Hold it right there." Tara said in as firm a voice as she could muster.
Both men paused and looked at her, visibly amused while Kim and Monique both nearly had a heart attack.
"Huh. A cute blond is trying to order us around." Chris said to Andrew as he dug a cigar out of his NDS bag.
"Not the first time its happened." Andrew commented.
"True." Chris agreed. "You're the PR guy. Talk to her."
"Righto..." Andrew said and gave Tara a suave smile. "Can we help you?" he asked.
"I want to talk to you two about Bonnie Rockwaller." Tara replied. "To him specifically.'' she added, pointing at Chris.
Both men arched their eyebrows and looked at each other. "She's got guts." Andrew said, pointing at Tara.
"Or she's suicidally stupid." Chris added, taking a book of matches out and lighting a match. "So, what about her?" he asked as he lit up his cigar, completely ignoring the no smoking sign. "And for that matter, who the hell are you? You sound familiar."
Tara gritted her teeth and resolved to not be pushed around by them. "My name's Tara." she said, answering his second question. "I'm the one who tried to tell you two not to hurt her."
"Ahhh... you're the one." Chris said. "You look even cuter in person than sound over the phone."
"Thanks" Tara said sarcastically. "Anyways, to make a long story short, thanks to you, I'm worried that she might hurt herself and I think that you should-" she continued before Chris interrupted her.
"I've things to do today, so lets save ourselves some time and give you my answer: No." he said. "Bonnie fucked with one of out friends, she paid the price. Period. " he added before stepping around her.
Tara looked over her shoulder at Chris as he moved past. "So I guess the Church didn't teach you anything at all, did it?"
In the blink of an eye Tara found herself turned around and eye to eye with Chris.
"You got some nerve, girl, playing the Ladder Day Saint card around me." he growled, glaring at Tara over the tops of his glasses.
Tara swallowed nervously. She hadn't realized just how terrifying the man could be. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself not to lose her nerve and continued. "Y-you're one to talk about nerve, after some of the stuff you've done." she said in a slightly shaky voice. "A-and the Church did you something after all."
'I stick by my friends." Chris replied. "Bonnie ain't my friend."
"She's my friend." Tara shot back. "And I stick by her."
"Good for you." Chris said. "Why the hell should I help you?"
Tara swallowed again and steeled herself. "Because I'm a fellow Mormon and it's the right thing to do." she said.
Chris stared her in the eye for several moments, then grinned and straightend back up. "Okay." he said.
Tara's eyes bugged out in surprise. "You're going to help?" she asked. "Just like that?"
Chris nodded. "Yep." he answered. "Just like that."
"Why?" she asked.
Chris shrugged. "You're fighting the good fight." he replied. "For your friend, you were willing to stand up to me and force me into helping you, despite the fact you were scared shitless."
"Oh." Tara said, feeling slightly shaky.
"Anyways. You said you were worried that she would try to hurt herself?" he asked. Tara nodded jerkily. "You talked to her parents or yours?"
Tara shook her head. "N-no." she answered. "All I've got is a feeling, but I have to have more than just that to get anyone to believe me."
"Ah." Chris said, stroking his goatee as he thought. "Hmmm... that is a toughie...." he said before snapping his fingers. "I got it."
"What is it?" Tara asked.
"This." Chris said as he rooted around in his NDS bag and pulled out a massive pair of handcuffs. "Use these as an interim measure." he said, handing them to Tara "Keep an eye on her, and if you think that she's gonna do it, slap these on her."
"Handcuffs?" she asked, surprised as the weight of them.
"When I get back home I'll cook something better up for ya." Chris said. "But in the meantime, these'll do. Trust me. There ain't a locksmith around who could pick these, and you'd need a torch to cut them off."
"O-okay..." Tara said. "Thanks, I guess..."
"No problem." Chris answered. "Anyways, like I said, I must be going. Come, Andrew." he added as he pushed the door open.
"Coming." Andrew said as he followed Chris. "Bye." he said to Tara as he left.
Tara nodded absently as she stared at the cuffs. She really hadn't expected that to work. Shaking her head, she turned and walked back to the table, where Kim and Monique were staring at her in shock.
"You're Mormon?" Kim asked incredulously as screaming and gunfire could be faintly heard from outside.
"Yeah." Tara said with a nod. "Didn't you know?"
Kim shook her head. "I never thought to ask." she said.
"Oh." Tara said as she put the handcuffs on the table. "Watch these for me." she said. "I've got to go to the bathroom."
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"I'd like to call Kim Possible to the stand."
There was a swell of murmurs in the courtroom as Middleton's notable teen heroine got to her feet and walked to the witness stand. Mounting the stand, she placed her hand on the bible proffered by the bailiff and raised her right hand.
"Kim Possible, do you solemnly swear to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the bailiff asked.
Kim nodded. "I do."
"You may be seated." the bailiff said, stepping back to allow the court to continue.
Bonnie watched as her lawyer, Mr Cook, approached Kim, her stomach knotting up even tighter than before. "State your name for the record." Cook said.
Kim leaned in towards the microphone. "Kim Possible." she answered.
"Thank you Miss Possible."said Mr Cook, slowly starting to pace. "And for the record Miss Possible, what is your relation to Miss Rockwaller?" he asked.
Kim cleared her throat. "We attend Middleton High School together, and we used to be on the cheerleading squad together." she said.
Cook nodded as he continued to pace. "You used to be squad mates." he said, pointing out the last part of her sentence. "She's not on the squad anymore. Why is that, Miss Possible?"
"She was arrested and charged with DUI and possession over summer break." Kim answered in a level tone. "That's why we're here today."
"That's right." Cook said with a nod. "You took the words right out of my mouth." he said, "Tell us, Miss Possible, how did you and Miss Rockwaller get along?"
Kim shrugged slightly."We didn't." she said."She's been jealous of me ever since I made Captain of the squad."
Cook nodded as he continued to pace. "I see..." he said. "So she didn't like you?"
Kim frowned and glared at Bonnie, who shrank slightly under her gaze. "No." she said.
"And I take it from your tone and expression you don't like her." Cook pointed out.
"Also, no." Kim said. "There's a lot of bad blood between us."
"As indicated by testimony from previous witnesses." Cook said. "Earlier, when Patrolman Dobbs was on the stand, I asked if it was possible that someone could have planted the evidence in Miss Rockwallers car and drugged her, and he said no. Do you think he was correct, Miss Possible?"
Kim's eyes widened slightly and there was an audible intake of breath. "No." she said through gritted teeth.
Murmurs and exclamations rippled through the courtroom and the judge banged his gavel a coupple of times. "Order, order." he said.
Cook waited until the courtroom had quieted down before continuing. "And why is that, Miss Possible?" he asked.
Kim took another deep breath and exhaled slowly before answering. "Because..." she began "It was planted there."
"By who?" Cook asked.
"Chris Stivers and Andrew Bauman." Kim answered, fighting to keep her voice level.
"Also known as B3S." Cook said. "Why did they do it?"
Kim gritted her teeth again. "Because I called them." she said. "I had just found out about her running around with my then boyfriend and I was furious."
The court watched with rapt attention as Cook began to pace again. "So the truth comes out." he said. "Do you know how they did it?"
Kim shook her head. "No." she answered. "But they're certainly capable of it."
"That is true." Cook said. "They certainly are. Did you ever think that maybe you had gone too far in calling them?"
"Yes." Kim said, seeming to deflate now that the truth was out. "I did."
Cook stopped and turned to face her. "So why didn't you say anything?" he asked
"Because when I called them Tara took the phone away from me and told them not to, and I thought they had listened to her." Kim replied. "I didn't know they were involved until later on when I ran into them in the parking lot at the mall."
"And you still didn't think to say anything?" Cook asked. "Don't you feel guilty about what had happened?"
Kim slumped her shoulders and brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. "Yes." she said. "Do I feel sorry for her? No. She stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife, but that doesn't make what I did right."
Cook nodded in agreement. "Very true. I don't blame you for feeling that way, Miss Possible." he said, eliciting a murmur of surprise from the court. "But, that's not the point of why were here, is it?" he asked, ignoring the murmurs and addressing the jury. "The reason why we're here is to determine whether or not my client is guilty or innocent, and Miss Possible here just proved her innocent." he said before heading back to his table. "No more questions, your honor."
The judge nodded and looked at the prosecutor. "Mr Jefferys, do you have any questions?" he asked.
The prosecutor rose from his chair and shook his head. "No, your honor." he said.
The judge turned to look at Kim. "Miss Possible, you may step down now." he said.
The prosecutor waited until Kim had sat back down before continuing. "However, at this time we'd like to announce that we're going to be dropping charges against Miss Rockwaller." he said.
The courtroom again erupted into to exclamations and noise, and it was a couple of minutes before the judge had gaveled things back in order. "I see, Mr Jefferys." he said. "Are you going to pressing charges against Miss Possible?"
The prosecutor shook his head. "No, your Honor." he said. "In light of Miss Possibles past actions, we feel that she made a mistake in anger, and if she had known that B3S hadn't listened to her friend, she would have stepped forward and said something or tried to stop them."
"I see." the judge said and looked at Bonnie. "Miss Rockwaller, please stand." he said. Shakily, Bonnie got to her feet. "Miss Rockwaller, all charges are hereby dropped, and you're free to go. Court dismissed." he said, banging his gavel.
Bonnie stood in shock as everyone started talking at once and her father pulled her into a hug.
"We won." he said, hugging her tightly.
"Yeah." she said in a stunned voice. "We did."
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"You okay Kim?"
Kim looked up at Monique who was sitting across from her on the floor of her bedroom. "Huh?" she asked.
"I said, are you okay?" Monique asked. "You spaced out there for a moment."
"Sorry." Kim said. "I was thinking about Bonnie."
"Join the club." Monique said. "I never thought I'd be called to defend her of all people."
"That's what I was thinking about." Kim said picking up a slice of pizza. "I was going over her reactions when I was on the stand today."
"What about them?" Monique asked.
Kim shrugged. "Call me crazy, but I think she was actually feeling guilty about what she did to me."
Monique stared at Kim like she had two heads. "Girl, you're crazy." she said as Kim took a bite.
"Maybe, but I think I'm right." Kim said between chews. "Have you seen her at school? Her body language has changed."
"Of course it's changed." Monique shot back. "She's at the bottom of the food chain, and everybody wants to take a bite out of her." she added, taking a sip of her soda. "Next thing you're gonna tell me you want to make nice with her."
Kim snorted in derision. "Like hell I do." she said. "I still hate her."
"Good." Monique said. "I'd hate to have to knock some sense into you when I just had my nails done."
Kim rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Anyways, hopefully because of what the prosecutor said it won't become too big of a story." she said.
Monique nodded as she took a bite from her own slice of pizza. "Hopefully." she said. "Taken the wrong way, that could crimp a girls style."
"Tell me about it." Kim said. "There are days where I can see Ron's dislike of the press. We're still trying to figure out how they keep managing to get his name wrong."
Monique arched an eyebrow at Kim. "Speaking of your BFF, where is he? I would have expected him to be at the trial."
Kim growled in irritation and put down her slice. "He's with her." she said, referring to Shego. "They were out visiting her parents when the nuke went off, and they're grounded until civilian air travel resumes."
"They flew commercial? I thought PGB flew her own hovercraft." Monique said.
"PGB?" Kim asked, not understanding what Monique was referring to.
"Psycho Green Bitch." Monique translated for Kim.
"Ah." Kim said with a nod. "Anyways, they did fly in a hovercraft. It's just that with all the civilian aviation grounded they'd stick out like a sore thumb, and they didn't want the Air Force to put a missile up their tail pipe."
"That's a good reason to stay put." Monique said. "What'd he tell his parents?"
Kim shrugged and picked up her pizza again. "He told them that due to everything being grounded that he was stuck in California, but that Wade pulled in some favors for him."
"Okay..." Monique said "Sometimes I wonder about his parents, y'know?"
"Me too." Kim agreed. "His mom is gonna freak when she finds out." she added, to which Monique smirked. "What?" she asked.
"It sounds like you want that to happen." she said.
"Mmmaybe." Kim said, keeping her face neutral. "Just because I have to accept that he's dating my arch nemesis it doesn't mean that I have to accept it."
"Ron's girlfriend is supposed to be the green one, Kim." Monique teased. "Not you."
"Yeah, well, if I could get a date I wouldn't have time to be jealous." Kim grumbled.
Monique looked around and leaned in close to Kim. "I might be able to help you with that." she said.
"Really." Kim said, likewise leaning in close to Monique. "I'm listening."
"You know that new transfer student, Eric?" she asked.
Kim nodded. "Yeah, I know him." she said. "I think he got scared by all the stories that Josh circulated about me and Ron. I tried to approach him in the hall, but he ran when he saw me."
"Well...." Monique continued. "How would you like to have a second chance with his Ericness?" she asked.
"Tell me." Kim said eagerly.
"Stephanie Norden is throwing a house party on Saturday." she said. "And I have it on good authority that he's going to be there, and he's still currently sans girlfriend."
"Okay..." Kim said. "I'll be there."
"Wear that little black dress of yours." Monique suggested.
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"You okay?" Tara asked
Bonnie looked over at Tara, who was sitting on the other end of the couch oppisite from her. "I'm fine." she answered."Why do you ask?"
Tara shrugged. "Well, you still seem a little down, thats all." she replied. "I thought you'd be happy that you won."
"I'm more relieved than anything else. It's over, so I don't have to worry about it." Bonnie explained. "A couple of months ago I'd be ecstatic that I won and got Kim to humiliate herself on the stand, but now.... I'm just happy it's over."
"Oh." Tara said. "Having Kim testify brought back some bad memories, didn't it?" she guessed aloud.
Bonnie nodded. "Oh yeah." she confirmed, then glanced at the clock. "Oh, the movie's gonna on in a few minutes."
"Huh- oh!" Tara said, momentarily not getting what Bonnie was referring to. "That's right. Lesbian Vampire Zombie Horror Psycho Flick! I totally forgot!"
"Me too." Bonnie said as she got up. "You do the popcorn, I'll go get the blankets." she added, picking up the remote and flipping the TV to the right channel.
"Deal." Tara said as she got up. "Y'know, the last time I watched this movie, I woke up with whiskers tattooed on my face." she added, tapping her cheeks. "No, wait, that was Cratehead."
"So you should be safe then." Bonnie said as she headed for the linen closet.
Ten minutes later, they were both seated together on the couch, comfortably wrapped in blankets with bowls of pocorn and two liters of soda handy.
"Well." Tara said, surveying their immediate surroundings. "I'd say we are appropriately outfitted for watching cheezy B- horror movies."
Next to her Bonnie nodded. "Yep." she said, picking up the remote. "And were ready just in time for the movie to begin."
"Good thing we haven't lost our touch." Tara commented, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"Yep." Bonnie agreed, turning the sound back on as the opening music began to play.
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