Disney owns KP stuff, someone else owns the other stuff.

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36. Butterfly on display.

Mac was slinging breakfast, as Rex was perched on a stool, drinking coffee. Ron came down.

"Breakfast!" He enthused. "Food of the gods. Morning."

"You don't even know what I'm cooking up in here." Mac said without turning around.

"Bring it on! Ron-Man is ready!" still too damn cheerful.

Rex looked up from his coffee as Yori was coming down the stairs. Looking a little rumpled, but quite pleased. He looked at Ron, then Yori. Then let loose a little whistle.

"Sleep well?" he inquired.

"Quite." Yori replied, stretching.

Mac looked over his shoulder.

"Yeah... Gonna need extra carbs here.." he said.

Ron looked a bit alarmed. Yori just smiled at him as she sat next to him.

"That obvious?" Ron finally asked, resigned.

"Oh, please. I'm surprised, you two lasted that long." Rex said, going back to his coffee.

Mac was rummaging in the fridge for.. probably more carbs.

As massive breakfast was being devoured. Mac looked at Rex. "You could lose you hand in there.." he said. Gesturing toward Ron and Yori packing it away.

"I recall someone crying about soundproofing. Speaking of... Pay Up." Mac reached into his pocket with a sigh and handed a dollar bill from the wad to Rex.

"Wait a sec!" Ron paused his inhaling of food. "You guys were placing bets on this!?"

"No, Ron. This was about Mac griping about us not needing soundproofing. Evidently, he was wrong."

"For what purpose?" Ron asked.

"Well, the purpose of sleeping. At least, Ron." Rex answered.

"What.." Ron started. Mac cut in.

"Let it go, Ron. Nothing to do with you two, just construction. No malice here at all, dude."

Ron subdued, realizing he was being stupid.

"Right, sorry guys."

"Forgetaboutit, eh?" Mac went back to his breakfast.

…

Bonnie pulled into her spot again. She heard Brick's stereo for the last block , blaring "Tootsie roll", as he was right behind her. Tara was with her this morning, and they both got out. Many stereos were playing the same thing. They both joined Hope and the others in the impromptu dance just in front of the lot for a little bit.

As she left the dancing crowd, she noticed Yori's bike pull in. Yori came in at a rather brisk pace and stopped on her front wheel, for what seemed like forever. That peeled some people of the old school dancing, just to look at the display. Ron and Rex pulled in, just as Yori let her bike come back down on all ..twos.

Mac showed up and parked next to Brick's truck. As he got out, the quarterback slapped him on the shoulder.

"Sup, Mac. Question, dude. Where the monkeys really high?"

"Wha?" Mac asked.

"The thing on TV. You guys said, that monkeys were stoned." Brick elaborated.

"Oh, that. Yeah, Wade said, they were all out of it. The place stank, like you would not believe." Mac waved his hand in front of his face.

"That was messed up, man. Funny as hell, though." Brick laughed.

"Yeah, well, that will learn ya. Get stoned on banana peel, and start running into shit at random. Like Monty did.." Mac slapped one palm again the other "Ke-langg" he elaborated.

Brick, and students that heard, doubled over in laughter.

Monique came up and saw the dancing, also joined the random routine.

"Guys, come on!" She yelled as Ron, Rex and Yori come closer.

"Nique, please stop that." Rex said.

"Stop what?" Monique inquired backing up some.

"It's impossible to think, when you do that." Rex said.

"Oh? Is that so?" She asked backing up to to just inches from him.

"Yes. To be blunt...With your ass gyrating withing ..um, reach. It's.. urrggh!" Rex shut his eyes and clenched his teeth and fists with exaggerated effort. "MAC!"

Mac walked over, looking at the display.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Do something with your date, dude! She's killing me here!" Rex said.

Mac laughed.

"Awww, let me rescue you then." Hope cooed, wrapping he arms around Rex and dragging him toward schools' entrance.

Mac titled his head in Monique's direction.

"You done?"

"Yeah." She snickered and straightened. "Come on, Mac. School time."

Bonnie and Tara stared after Hope and Rex. Then Mac and Monique.

"Date?" Tara asked aloud.

"Yeah." came Kim's voice, just behind them.

They both turned to Kim.

"You mean Mac is dating Monique?" Tara asked her.

"Not, that I know of. He is taking her to the Welcome back dance." Kim replied.

"What about Hope and Rex?" Bonnie asked.

"Same."

Bonnie and Tara looked at each other. Then at Kim.

"Well, that was fast, what did we miss?" Bonnie wandered aloud.

Kim snorted.

"Fast? It took all of five minutes at the same table. After Rex said, that Hope asked him to take her."

"She did?" Tara squeaked.

"Uh, yeah. After the movie we went to."

"Well, damn. Hope really meant what she said." Bonnie said, turning to Tara.

"No kidding." Tara replied.

"Huh?" Kim asked.

"Free wheeling dating combat, Kim." Tara explained. "A Free For All, everyone is going for whatever they want to go for, as it were."

Kim looked at Bonnie. Bonnie shrugged a little.

"Bonnie is still confused, but that was basically laid out earlier, before the CB mess at the mall over the weekend." Tara elaborated.

"Oookay..." Kim hedged, uncertainly.

"It is, what it is, Kim. Let's get inside, before we all are late for everything." Tara marched off toward the entrance.

Kim looked at Bonnie again. Bonnie looked back for a second, then looked at Tara's retreating back and followed her. Kim went after them, her brain not working right again.

…

"Good job, guys!" couple passing linemen high-fived Rex and Ron, when they got inside the building.

As they went on further toward the lockers.

"Yori!" One of the school paper editorial staff guys called.

She was trailing a little behind Hope, Ron and Rex. Now she stopped and looked at the guy, rushing toward her with large roll of paper.

"Yori, check this out. I made still of this to put in the paper later. And made this one, just for kicks." He said unfurling a large sheet in front of her.

"Umm..." Yori tilted to the side, along with everyone , who was watching.

The guy looked down at the sheet. "Oh." He said. Turning the sheet right side up. "There."

Observers straightened, looking. The guy was holding a modest sized poster (the kind school's photography students make) with Yori parked on top of the police cruiser, obviously from the news yesterday.

"I was actually making it for my photography class." he went on.

"What did you photoshop this time?" Bonnie asked in a bored voice.

"No shop, only lighting, it was too dark." The guy shot back at Bonnie.

"I'll pin this one on the wall, where the rest of our display is hanging afterward. If you don't mind. I hope you don't." He looked back at her eagerly.

"Not at all. You are welcome to it, if you wish." Yori replied.

"Now THAT'S a hood ornament." Mac exuded, pointing.

"Yeah! I want one!" Rex added.

Yori tilted and half turned her head toward him.

"Ah. Noo." She stretched the negative in Rex's direction with half-smile. Rex grinned.

"Cool! Thanks, Yori." Yori nodded and headed to her locker.

"Nice work, dude." Mac said to the guy. "Yeah." Ron confirmed, and they also departed.

…

"Sigh, the eager beaver went and made a poster with her." Bonnie groused, as the little gaggle headed to their next class.

"What you talking about? There are like half a dozen of the cheer squad ones' hanging there." Tara asked.

"What she is talking about, is that there are none of HER hanging there. Tara." Monique voiced Bonnie's thought.

Kim's eyes widened, as she caught herself thinking the same thing. She kept on walking in silence.

"That's easy. Wear next to nothing, and pose with a large gun, or an 8-foot sword. That will get you on a poster." Tara stated. Then snorted. "Granted, that will probably put you in the same category as that picture of dripping Bonnie in Lowerton."

Girls giggled as Bonnie groaned.

…

"Ya know, our efforts took down our first super villain. Kim and Ron aside." Rex said.

"There should be cake." Mac stated.

"You said that before, Mac." Rex said, reaching for the caf's door.

Ron suddenly stopped.

"Right! Almost forgot, extra snackage. Go on, i'll be over in a minute." He said and made a beeline for the entrance.

…

"Five minute Blitz, any takers?" asked Justine Flanner, sitting down at the board chess club fanatics set up every lunch. The locals were not eager to play Justine at any pace, much less a Blitz match. The opposite seat remained sans victim.

"Cool! Ron is not back yet. You're on, hot stuff." The locals did a double take, several pairs of glasses got hastily wiped, just to be sure. One of the jocks sat down his tray next to the board and sat himself opposite MHS resident science genius.

Justine looked a question across from her.

"Now," Mac said mimicking a video game controller in his hands "where is the shoot button at?" He asked with a grin. Then moved a pawn forward and slapped a button the the clock, starting the match, while stuffing a helping into his mouth.

Justine obliged. In under a minute, it was clear, that Justine will not have an easy slaughter this time.

...

Ron showed up, carrying a box in his hands. Left it on their table, care of Kim, and went to get some lunch.

"Where is Mac?" He asked, coming back with his food.

"Playing Justine." Rex jerked his head in their direction and continued eating.

"Hey, Mac! Cake." Ron called out.

"In a minute." Mac replied, not turning around.

Monique and Kim turned their heads back to the table after staring in Mac's direction, little startled.

"Cake?" They asked together.

Ron pointed at the box.

…

Justine was staring at the board. After several odd, but brutal exchanges, they were back to where they started. She could not see a way to get a leg up on Mac and her clock was ticking away.

She looked over at the clock, when Mac's hand reached out and leveled both buttons. Clock stopped. She had ten seconds remaining. She looked across the table at him.

"I believe we got ourselves a serious case of stale bread, Justine." Mac indicated a board with his chin. "Getting nowhere slow here."

"Yeah." She said somewhat disappointed.

Mac extended his hand across to her, she shook it.

"Cake?" he asked, indicating their usual table.

Justine smiled a little, indicated her tray. "Still gotta work on lunch. Thanks, Mac."

...

"So, who won?" Monique asked, as Mac sat down with them now.

"Neither, got locked in a stalemate." Mac answered.

"You play ..Chess.." Kim said slowly.

"A little." Mac said, continuing with his lunch.

"Rex?" Kim asked.

"Yes, but I prefer Go." Rex said, finishing.

Kim looked at Yori. Yori nodded.

"Now, what's this about a cake?" Monique barged in eying the box.

"Mac said we should have one for bagging Monty. So there." Ron said reaching for the box.

"Blue ribbon and all! Pretty fly for the stoned guy." Monique quipped.

"Yeah, was a real high-roller there." Mac tossed in.

Ron was undoing the ribbon to the round of chuckles at the table.

…

Bonnie was not pleased at the round of giggles at the surrounding area at the banter.

…

As lunch hour was winding down, Rex wandered over the cheerleader's table.

"Hey, Hope. Saved you a piece of cake." He stopped, looked down at her occupied hands, sat next to her, and picked up the slice he brought over.

Hope stared at the slice being lifted up to her. Glanced at Rex, then the slice, opened her mouth. Rex slid the morsel in. Picked up a crumb from her lip and licked his finger. Hope nearly choked by that point.

"So, I was gonna ask you." Rex said, sliding the leftover cake ribbon between his fingers absently. "You just wanna do just the.." he waved his hand at the doors ".. shindig, or would you like to make an evening out of it? What time does it start anyway?"

Hope managed to swallow. Being addressed helped her out of wide-eyed paralysis gripping the occupants of the table at the moment.

"At eight... eight o'clock." She stammered out. "I'd like to make and evening, that is.. if you wanna.." she said, looking down at the table.

Rex lifted her chin with his finger.

"Of course, I do. Eight, you say.." he looked to the side, then back at her. "pick you up at six, then?"

Hope nodded. "Where..." she began.

Rex waved her off, getting up.

"Don' cha' worry your pretty little head, little lady. Ah'll think o' somethin' " he had with an imitated twang, yanking his belt buckle up. Earning him a blush and a score of giggles.

...

"Awww, how precious! Look at that, another pet project." Came a snide voiced remark, as Rex got up.

Bonnie gravitated back to the table, when she saw Rex approaching. She could not resist tossing a cutting comment into the din.

Tara was frowning from her seat, looking up at Bonnie. As she was standing there with a mocking expression in her face, holding her arms out, wiggling fingers at Hope and Rex.

Bonnie let out a little gasp as her wrists where seized suddenly.

Rex backed her shocked self against the divider pillar. Practically lifted her in the the air by her arms, as he pressed her back against it and pressed his body against her.

A hush spread around the caf again...

Bonnie stared into his face, still shocked. Being almost suspended in the air; pillar and Rex where her only points of purchase. She stood on her tip-toes, which did not work with the heels she favored. Her fantastic tanned legs where spread on either side of the divider. Her skirt, that was not quite a belt, was riding up and revealing even more leg.

He released her wrists, still keeping her pinned, and placed his hands around either side of the divider.

She started to lower her arms. He slapped either side of the divider with just his fingers. The hollow sound made he jerk her arms back up and keep them up there, still staring at his face. Her legs where visibly trembling with the strain she put on them now, defiantly trying not to lean into Rex for more support.

"And what would you know about taking care of a pet, Bonnie? Hmm?" He asked her slowly. Rex's voice was a little lower and quieter now, but still had a carrying quality to it.

He brought his hand in front of her face to see, unraveling the ribbon, he's been playing with.

Bonnie's eyes followed the ribbon trailing down a little. She was barely breathing, watching it.

Rex brought his hand around her delicate neck.

Bonnie swallowed hard, as she felt ribbon tightening, ever so slightly, around her neck.

"Well. There you go." Rex ended with an elaborate bow, and tightened it. "... precious." He added, sliding past her and leaving the caf.

Bonnie's heels clacked loudly on the silent cafeteria's floor, as she sagged a little against the pillar, once released. Turning a little, to get her legs under her and leaning with one shoulder against it now. Her breath coming out in loud ragged spasms.

She turned her head as someone stopped near her.

"Tara.. I.." she tried.

"Yeah, you. I think I got an extra pair." Tara said, taking Bonnie by the arm and leading her out.

"Bonnie, Bonnie." Tara almost singsonged. "I had no idea, that you would get o..." The cafeteria door clanked shut, cutting off Tara's words.

…

Starting whispers sounded like an explosion. Everyone was whispering all at once around their tables. People stopped their paused treks out of the room and returned to their tables. There was just a constant hum in the the air with so many lowered voices excitedly talking.

Kim and Monique where staring wide eyed at the pillar. To which, Bonnie was pinned just moments ago, like a butterfly on display.

"I so should make a crack about a cake right now. On so many levels..." Mac ventured idly.

A startled scream diverted their attention.

…

One of the students, distractedly looked back at the board, where Mac and Justine squared off earlier. Turned to walking, his head still filled with Bonnie sitch, and got startled by a shadow, that just slid past him to avoid him. Tripped over his own feet and started falling down, sending his books and papers flying upwards. Reaching forward with his hands, he grabbed onto the nearest thing within reach.

…

Penny ducked with a scream as a book sailed right over her head. Then she felt a couple of hands grab onto her blouse. The material gave easily under the weight. She turned, aghast, at what was happening to her, and back off instinctively. Her blouse was on the floor now, in tatters, after that move and Penny was half crouched in the midst of strewn papers. Trying to cover her .. assets with her own books, looking like a trapped animal.

On the floor was the student, that tried to use her for support, still holding on to what was left of her blouse his hands.

"Oh, Geez, Penny! I'm so sorry." She focused her eyes on the voice of Ron Stoppable in front of her, already stripping off his shirt. Implications of this act did not even occur to him.

She stared, paralyzed, at the fresh and angry-looking blue and red teeth marks on his shoulder, right in front of her, as he went about wrapping his shirt about her.

"Come on." he said softly. "Let me take you to the ladies room." Then, turning to the guy on the floor, still hanging onto her blouse leftovers.. "Dude, gimme that!" he yanked what was left from his hands.

...

Staring at Ron's back, as he was gently leading Penny out of the cafeteria. Monique inhaled a sharp, long, wheezing breath.

Necks snapped in her direction, of those who heard...which was everyone here. The caf was silent again.

There were marks crisis-crossing his visible skin in places and trails of dried blood continued where they soaked through his a-shirt in a 4x4 patterns. She turned so sharply to Yori, she almost knocked Kim over.

Kim stared at the same patterns. Monique jostled her out, she stared at Yori now.

Monique made an odd sound, looking at Yori and pointing at the door at the same time.

Yori made a show of filing her claws a little, then tiled he head with raised eyebrows, in a silent "Yeah?".

"You an..." Monique made another sound then, still pointing at the door, and at Yori now.

Yori got up nonchalantly, and took a couple steps toward the door. Turned, pointed and the door, and said:

"MINE!" in a loud hissing snap. Then walked out.

…

Mac grabbed the hapless guy by the shoulders, as he still was on the floor, gaping like a fish out of water.

"Man." He said, heaving him up. "If want to get a girl out of her clothes... I think you are doing it wrong." He picked up the guy's book, and trusted it into his hands. "Don't forget your stuff, dude."

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Author's note: More of disturbed ideas rattling around in my head, trying to incorporate them.

-RA

Red- Thank you. At least you've lasted this long. I'll try poetry later, perhaps.

Yessss! I got flamed! Remember, try to be constructive, as requested.

Eze- Yes, it is. Then again, what is: is what I say it is.

ST103 – Whatever the quotation might be... You got it about right, only a little bigger.

CB78 – Most likely. Rest.. probably. Dunno yet.