Honey pot

Chapter 12- Red Wine

"I swear, Ronnie has me addicted."

The youngest Rockwaller sister sighed, licking her lips as she glanced at her Bueno Nacho doggy bag. The enriching scent of her supreme burrito and mini-churro's along with Ron's all but trademarked nacos filling her car. The top was down on her newly bought snow white convertible as she drove down the suburban road. The fresh windshield wipers doing their job and keeping Bonnie's sight clear as the rain fell.

Swiping one of the mini-churros, Bonnie's attention shifted to her phone on the car's dash in is little holder, musically dinging as it received E-mail after E-mail. Skimming through the small screen, Bonnie found no names she instantly recognized. The private security adviser shrugged as her gaze returned to the road, her destination in sight on her left, quickly parking in its drive way.

Now the Stoppable home was like any other house in their particular neighborhood. Part of the standard two story, three bed, two bath. All put together with premade parts and set up somewhere in the mid 50's. Basically, if anyone was watching a show about small town America in the decade after WW2, this neighborhood would be the background set. All you'd be missing are the white picket fence and the paper boy.

Even after Ronnie got the royalty money, he couldn't break the mold. Renovations be damned. The house still had the decades old chipped paint job, the Stoppable's particular flavor was sunny side yellow. It had the same crack laden drive way and half sunken or buried walkway to the front door.

Even though Bonnie wasn't over at Ron's house that much, or at all, until he got his money, she knew all of this. Because every other house in the neighborhood had the same aging problems. Even the Rockwaller home. Well aside from the pest issue. Every house had its own brand of uninvited guests. Roaches, rats, spiders, or worse. Looking back, it only made sense that the school would have all the above.

"Okay, let's see who we have here."

Bonnie announced, getting out of her car, doggy-bag in one hand and her phone in the other. Trailing up the walkway, Bonnie read down the screen of fresh E-mails. The E-mails themselves were more than her usual spam and casual updates. A lot of them were from general companies, and from the looks of it, were spread from the smallest ma-and-pa owned dime stores that Bonnie had never heard of to mega conglomerates that she ran into everyday. A good chunk were from personal E-mail. Like the companies, some people Bonnie knew of, most the cheer leader didn't recognize.

"What kind of names are these? Martin Smarty, Pop Pop Porter, and... Who the heck is Señor Senior, Senior?"

Bonnie stopped in her tracks when she grabbed hold of the front doors' knob and found it unlocked. More, she discovered that the door wasn't even fully closed. Bonnie sighed, biting her lip frustrated as she walked into the Stoppable house, making sure the door was shut and locked. Before Bonnie could vent her annoyance, she was frozen stiff as she discovered how messed up everything was. The cushions to all the knocked over furniture was tossed everywhere at random. All the walled picture frames were smashed and on the ground. Worst of all, the new giant TV was off its stand and face down on the new carpet.

Bonnie instantly dropped what she was holding and raced to the down TV, but try as she might, the cheerleader couldn't lift the heavy device to check if it was broken or not. Laying it back down in a huff, Bonnie's heart sank before she let out a dejected groan. Going back for what she dropped, Bonnie saw through the open counter how all the cupboards in the kitchen were open and empty. Probably all their contents on the floor. The cheerleader felt some small relief as she saw the refrigerator's door was still closed and remembered how Ronnie still hadn't gone grocery shopping yet. Looking up, Bonnie could see how the carnage was spread as far as she could see throughout the house. Even going up the stairs to the second floor.

Like before Bonnie was frozen where she stood. The youngest Rockwaller sister felt something crawl up her spine. Something she'd had to feel near constantly for weeks now, almost a month. Days after Ron Stoppable first came into his money. When the blue villain kidnapped Ronnie and wasted half of his money, or really when the blue villain kicked Bonnie out of his group and wouldn't let her have a dime.

It wasn't that Bonnie was worried about Ronnie at all. Of all the times Ronnie and Kim where captured, not once had the villains every managed to do anything. But the money... If there was anything villains for famous for doing, it was waste cash. The youngest Rockwaller couldn't tell you how relieved she was that night when she caught Ronnie being dropped off in that hummerzine with his band of professional brown-nosers waving wads of cash at him. It was really only dumb luck that Bonnie had been walking home from Tara's that night or that she felt like wearing sexy underwear that day.

But the moment when the blue villain kicked her out and refused her anything, after nearly a week of constant attention and expensive gifts and the... possibilities that entitled suddenly gone. Bonnie felt something crawl up her spine and clinch in her chest, hard. Something she didn't even know what it was until she looked it up: fear and loss. And when Bonnie learned that Ronnie still had those considerable pockets, all those feelings went away and replaced by relief, ambition, imagination, and most of all need. Practically everyday since that night, when she first came to Ronnie's house, those same feelings of fear and loss were creeping and festering in the back of her mind. With every set-back along the way, they got a little stronger. Let the cheerleader tell you, it was back in full force now.

Navigating through the chaotic floor and stairs, Bonnie could see that the second floor was much the same as the first. The hallway pictures were on the floor with their frames smashed open and the walls they were hanging on all scratched up. Not to mention all the doors that weren't locked being wide open. Bonnie didn't check the state of those rooms as she made it to Ronnie's door at the end. Which, while shut, was just as scratched up as the hallway walls and its knob was smacked clean off and missing.

The fear and worry faded as Bonnie heard faint voices and groans coming from inside the room. Getting down on her knees and peeking through the knob hole, Bonnie raised her eye-brows in surprise. Directly in her view was the millionaire golden goose sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door, and naked with his legs wide open. But what really caught Bonnie's attention was the skinny little red head down on her knees in-between Ron's legs, mumbling as her head bobbed over Ron's crotch.

The girl was in what looked like a beautifully expensive turquoise mini-dress, her red mane held back in a long ponytail that swayed with every bob of her head. Bonnie's eyes widened, biting her lip as she recognized the envy inspiring mini-dress from that morning at school and the curvless build the girl had from the countless nights of cheer practice.

"Kim."

Bonnie and Ron groaned, though their tones and meaning behind it couldn't be more different. Everything became white. Bonnie's mind was flooded with images, stretching from years ago, all filled with bitter frustrated feelings of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

The first before even high school. At cheer leading tryouts, where a young red headed Possible was doing flips in the air, her legs propelling her with the gymnastic rings. A middle-school age Bonnie chewing through her pencil to keep the bile down. The second was the squad applauding around Kim as she was elected the new captain. Bonnie's own recently graduated sister blowing the youngest Rockwaller a raspberry as she applauded her successor.

The third was at the talent show just last year, the crowd cheering for Kim on the stage, waving the microphone in her hand. Bonnie was to the side behind the curtain still in her ballerina outfit, doing her best not to bite her lip off as her own performance hadn't received half that enthusiasm from the crowd. Near 10 years of hard practice and expensive production, beaten by an improvised song in sweaty gym gear.

The forth image only a few weeks ago. Bonnie, provocatively spread n-aked on Ron's bed, only a few feet away from the Rockwaller's present, hungrily waiting for her rich boy-toy to return home. The sound of a chopper and a high pitched scream drove Bonnie to the window just in time to catch a black helicopter flying away with Ron dangling behind it, the rope wrapped around the pants at his ankles leaving the upside-down millionaire showing his boxers to the world and a frustrated Bonnie howling.

Bonnie snapped back to reality as Ron moaned Kim's name one last time before collapsing on the bed. Bonnie heard Kim mumble something as she stood up, flattening out her mini-dress with one hand, wiping her mouth with the other.

"You like that, Ronnie." Kim purred at her collapsed millionaire side-kick. "Ronnie?"

"Y-yeah..." Ron half mumbled half cheered, causing Kim to giggle. Outright giggle. Bonnie could only bite down on her lip, hard. "So, we still on for tonight?"

Ron could only give a weak thumbs up.

"Oh you." Kim giggled again, her voice sounding like a school girl high on sugar. "Get some rest, Ronnie. You'll need it."

Bonnie felt panic in her chest as she saw Kim turn toward the door, her eyes a bright neon pink. As quietly as she could, Bonnie ran into the nearest open room and locked it behind her. Silently flipping over the disheveled bed and into the ball of blankets at its far side, Bonnie hid best she could. wrapping her arms around her knees against her chest as she heard creaking footsteps walk in the outside hallway. As she heard the front door faintly shut, Bonnie let loose a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Bonnie looked up at the ceiling with a blank, almost defeated look on her face as she leaned back against the wall behind her. A cauldron of emotions Bonnie didn't even know how to describe built up inside her. Bonnie bit her lip as she banged her head against the wall, the dam finally burst, slapping a hand over her mouth to cover a scream of pure frustration. Bonnie slumped back down and stared dullly at the ugly wallpaper at the far wall in the unrenovated room, biting her lip as she sat quietly, unable to think.

Bonnie was knocked out of her slump as she heard nonsensical jabbering to her side. Turning to it, Bonnie saw a pink hairless rodent jumping up and down on all fours, spewing unintelligible jabs at her. Bonnie all but screamed and hopped onto the bed in fright, sprinting out the door in disgust as the pink rat charged at her.

"Th-that's it!" Bonnie spat, trying to catch her breath as she heard the hairless rodent scratching at the door. "I am not coming over here anymore unless I know that thing is in its cage."

Ignoring the carnage around her, Bonnie turned and discovered that Ron's door had collapsed into a pile of broken pieces, hinges and all. Walking to before hopping over the pile and dresser barricade into Ron's room, Bonnie instantly faced a now sleeping side-kick, still spread out naked on the bed. The gently snoring millionaire had a dreamy smile on his face as drool dripped down the side of his mouth.

Instantly, Bonnie remembered the night she first came over to the Stoppable house. How she slept with the side-kick on that very bed, and how that was the only time she saw that look of satisfaction on Ron's face. Bonnie felt a familiar bitter stab in her at the thought of Kim only doing a fraction of what she had to do and got the same results.

"Story of my life."

Bonnie mumbled, biting her lip at her unconscious partner. Only to stop as she tasted something in her mouth. Spitting into the trash can before licking her now bleeding lip, Bonnie snapped her fingers at the sleeping millionaire. Of course he didn't so much as flinch at Bonnie's words even after she tried several times. If anything it was having the opposite effect as Ron began snoring harder as Bonnie tried talking to him, and from the look of it, was getting harder too. Bonnie raised her eye brow at this, a little confused as she dropped a discarded pillow onto his lap in a loud huff.

"H-huh, what..."Ron's head shot up as he looked around his room in a daze, finally spotting his business partner standing in front of him. "B-Bon-bon, what're you doing here? Can't a guy sleep in just one day? I was having such a great dream."

"Ohhh, of course you think that." Bonnie laughed, full of spite. "If it involves a certain red head on her knees, that wasn't a dream."

"W-wait, what?" Ron asked, finally discovering how disheveled his room was. All before looking down and noticing the pillow on his bare lap. Bonnie crossed her arms as Ron sat up, a blank look on his blushed face. "O-oh boy."

"R-Ronnie, how much do you remember?" Bonnie stuttered. Ron didn't answer verbally, but the look on his face as he stared forward said plenty. Bonnie sighed, loudly clapping her hands. "Ronnie, I need you to focus. Why was Kim here?"

It was then that Ron gave a half mumbled story about Barkin's class action lawsuit he was planning with some of the parents in the neighborhood and for Ron to fund it. Bonnie found herself delightfully surprised when she heard that her business partner refused and his reasons why. Or course that faded soon when he got to Kim.

"N-no, I didn't. I did tell her why though..." Ron answered, his blank stare returning. "Then things got crazy. Kim chased me as I ran for my life. She was either giggling, yelling, or crying as she ripped apart my house. Even after I barricaded my room she got in and... asked me out."

"Ronnie!" Bonnie spat, feeling the same cauldron boiling up again. "I know it was probably like every wet dream you've had come to life, bu-hold on. Were Kim's eyes glowing, like neon?"

"Y-yeah, they wer- wait! Did you actual..." Ron asked, looking up at his business partner. Bonnie planted her arms on her hips at the embarrassed look on the millionaire's face as he shifted the pillow on his lap. "Yeaaaaahhh... Whoa, that's bad timing."

"Yeah," Bonnie sighed as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, discovering even more emails. The cheerleader rolled her eyes, shoving her phone away. "been a lot of that lately. Anyway, do you know whats causing this? Because when I was stuck to her, she was like that the whole time. It was super annoying. But after whats-his-face helmet guy, she was still a pain in the ass, but normal. What's setting her off now?"

"I have no idea. We were just talking and poof. crazy." Ron explained, putting on a pair of pants he found next to him before walking over to his turned over desk and pulling something out of it. "We have to call Wade. He's got everything wired up the wazoo. If he doesn't know anything now, he will soon and find a solution before we know it."

"Yeah, about that." Bonnie drawled, glaring at the glorified phone in Ron's hands as she approached. "I got a bone to pick with that kid."

Peeking over Ron's shoulder, Bonnie saw a pudgy kid at around thirteen in a mustard stained blue T-shirt sitting in a dark monitor filled nerd cave. Ron gave a rushed and gabbering report on what was happening, thankfully without any of the more adult stuff. Regardless, the cheerleader couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ron's confusing tale of events. Wade himself just seemed to nod at Ron's words, as if he was being told about the weather, all before typing away on his keyboard and signing off with a promise of a solution.

"Well, that was helpful."

"He's a little spacey." Ron admitted. "But Wade always come through. Its part of the whole team Possible thing."

"Yeah, well team Possible is getting in the way of team 'stay rich'." Bonnie rolled her eyes, taking out her phone and showing Ron the screen. "… Its a working title. Anyway, we have a lot of people throwing in their hats for us. I knew we'd get support, but wow. The problem is most of'em want to talk to Kay first. So they can't really move forward before Ms. basket case is back to normal."

"So, we need to take care of this soon." Ron nodded, looking out the window at the raining sky. "I promised Kim we'd go to the festival and I can't get out of it."

"No, that's good." Bonnie nodded back. "Keep her in a crowded place. I'll watch you the whole time. Stop people from triggering Kim, keeping them un-disembowled and our reputation the same o'l squeaky clean. And if the runt has something, I can just jump right in. Gimme the old game boy looking thing."

"Kimmunicator." Ron answered, keeping it out of Bonnie's grip. "Its a good plan, but I think I should hold on to it. Wade knows who you are and might not even talk to you."

"Fine. See you tonight, oh and there's a doggy-bag in one of the rooms. Forgot which." Bonnie answered, jumping over the dresser barricade into the hallway. "I gotta to find out where Kim got that dress."

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It was a calm early fall night in the city of Middleton. The storm had passed and the skies clear. Down below at the local high school, the city festival had finally begun. From end to end the asphalt of the parking lot was filled with carnival game booths, food trucks, and stands, to even eating contests. All of which was sponsored by the many businesses and companies of Middleton.

Walking along a classic knock-over-the-bottles stand was a young Miss Rockwaller looking down at her phone as she turned a corner. The cheerleader was looking down at her phone only to find a blank screen with no updates. Bonnie was about to sigh but was interrupted as she bumped into a little red cotton candy cart. Its owner gave Bonnie a look before the queen Bee grabbed the nearest hanging kernel and tossing the owner a crumpled up old dollar from her pocket.

"Buzz off." The cart owner gave Bonnie a blank look before hurrying away. Bonnie sighed. "Where are you Ronnie?"

"Robcracker, is that you?"

Turning to her left was a young man about her height, trim raven hair with a sharp widows peak that did nothing to hide his large ears on the side of his oval shaped head. He wore an expensive looking tailored three piece royal blue suit, of which its thin cut did not flatter the man's slim almost lankly looking physique.

"Rockwaller." Bonnie answered, caution in her voice. "And you are..."

"Ah, I'm sorry. It has been a while." The man bowed slightly. "I am Prince Wallace the third. I came here freshmen year."

That rang a bell. In freshmen year, Kim, on her latest spandex patrol brought to the school an actual prince from somewhere in Europe. From what Bonnie cared to remember was that Wally's country was very small with an even smaller population, but for some reason were disproportionately wealthy to their neighbors. While he was over at Middleton he stayed at the Possible home and went to their school. The memory of the prince put a smile on the cheer leader's face. As while Wally was physically unremarkable, his personality...The simple memory of the sheer frustration on Kim's face on the day of the election alone brought complete delight to the young Rockwaller.

"Of course! Prince Wally. You look good." Bonnie greeted, straightening up as best she could allowing the girl to stick her chest out as she put on her best 'kiss up' smile. "What brings you back to Middleton?"

"Rolland mustn't have told you." Wally tilted his head in a confused gesture, though his eyes drifted down and stayed there. "One of my aids recently received an invitation from him to come back here to help him with his recipe enterprise."

"B-beg your pardon?"

"Oh, I don't do pardons." Wally shook his head, his eyes returning to Bonnie's face. "That is the head of the justice wing of my country. I think its my Uncle or something."

"Ronnie, asked you to come and hel-"

"I do hate to interrupt, but where did you get that blue fluff right there?" Wally asked, pointing to the kernel of cotton candy in her hand. Bonnie looked blankly at the prince for a moment before just handing him the dollar snack, who immediately broke off a piece. "Anyway, not long ago I received an e-mail from my good friend Reuben Stottelson, claiming he needed assistance. I personally am both very wealthy and have started several enterprises back home. So I thought I'd come and offer my aid."

"Uhhh, Okay..." Bonnie nodded, taking out her phone again only to receive a blank screen along with the time. "Well, for starters, Ronni-"

"Ah, I never thanked you for the candy." Wally nodded, breaking off another piece. "Its delightful. We don't have these at home."

Bonnie sighed before taking in a deep breath.

"It is wonderful to have you back Prince Wally." Bonnie tried her best to sound sincere and not to grind her teeth. "How long will you be staying in Middleton?"

"Until this donation business is over with." He answered casually, finishing off the cotton candy. "I have taken residence at a local hotel. Its not my usual standard but it is adequate for the time being. Thought I'd try, 'roughing it' as you American's say. Now about this Festival. I did some research on the flight here. I thought it would be bigger. I haven't seen many from the school."

"Its only the first night." Bonnie shrugged. "It lasts all the way until next week. Its the calmest its going to be right now. More or less family night. Maybe a quiet first date."

"From what I remember of you Brandy Rodcrawller, this isn't really your cup of tea." Wally noted as he looked around them, but before Bonnie could even open her mouth he turned back to her with a posh smile. "But regardless, that last bit sounds delightful. A first night here with you sounds like a good time."

"I-wait, are you asking me what I think you are?"

"Brennie, I thought you just asked me." Wally looked at her as if she were slow. Bonnie tried her best to keep her cheery smile from faltering as she stared at the prince. "Charmingly confident of you too. First time we've met in years, after introductions you ask me to a night on the town. Delightful! As is your look. How can I resist?"

Bonnie stood there, her mind blank for a moment before she remembered that she was wearing her favorite princess purple V-neck T-shirt and matching mini-skirt along with a pretty teal jacket for warmth. Bonnie felt a blush at this, as while the cheerleader knew she looked good in her favorite outfit, it wasn't her best. Bonnie fought herself from rolling her eyes, wishing she wore a nicer outfit with the sexy thong underneath. A confidence boost never hurt a girl.

But what the prince said struck a cord in the secret financial security advisory. While yes, Ronnie was a millionaire with undeniable talent and connections, he was also prone to rotten luck, making bad decisions, and had divided focus at best. While Bonnie had done her best to curb his Murphy's law like quirks, there was still a number of set backs with even more problems and obstacles looming in the future. Hell, they were dealing with a crisis that very night.

But Wally? Wally was an actual Prince who's family and country, for its small size, seemed to have at the very least a comfortable amount of money. From the time that Bonnie had spent with Wally, his air-headedness and self-centered sheltered view was easy enough to get along with. Compared to Bonnie's bitter bullying sisters anyway. All that with how he seemed to like Middleton, loved the idea of going out with the cheerleader, and from the looks of it couldn't keep his eyes off of her...

"That's flattering, but you're the charming one Wally." Bonnie put on her best grin, going to the prince's side and sliding her arm under his and pressing his boney elbow into her chest without making it too obvious. All without breaking eye contact with the young crown prince. "That suit of yours is amazing. You have to introduce me to your tailor."

Bonnie tried pulling the prince to the nearest exit when she felt her phone vibrate in her jacket pocket. Bonnie ignored it and tried to keep moving but Wally had other ideas.

"Aren't you going to answer your phone?"

"Ohhh, I'm sure it's not important."

"I'd rather the night not be ruined by interruptions." Wally noted. "Best just to answer it."

"How can I say no to you." Bonnie smiled, showing her teeth to the prince as she pulled out her phone. It was a simple message from the millionaire side-kick, where they were and how Kim was just as loony. Bonnie rolled her eyes, beyond annoyed. "*Ronnie...*"

"Oh, was that Reuben?" Prince Wally asked, clearly interested. "Is this about Kimberly? I would be delighted to meet her again."

"I-its nothing." Bonnie instantly remembered the familiar annoyed look on Kim's face any time someone so much as mentioned the Prince's name, the shifting neon eyes along with Kim's current destructive mood swings. Sliding her phone back into a different pocket and away from the Prince, Bonnie put on a polite frown. "But I have to go take care of something. It won't take that long. We can still have our night on the town."

"Knowing team Possible, its probably something important."

"Oh, I don't think you'd want anything to do with it." Bonnie stepped back, zipping up her jacket almost up to her collar. Hiding her lure and implying disinterest. "Its about her heroics and some no name villain. Its not worth your time."

"Oh you couldn't be more wrong." Prince Wally cheered. "I never felt more alive than when Kimberly helped me before."

"Uhhh, alright." Bonnie shrugged, close to ripping her hair out. Pointing to the opposite direction of where Ron's text said he was, Bonnie smiled. "Go that way, you can help Kim and Ronnie there."

"Ohhh, this is so exciting!" The prince charged, though with his high pitched voice and accent made him sound like braveheart on helium. "Tally-ho!"

"I really hope that's good news for me."

Bonnie asked herself as she walked a few stands over to none other than a regular water gun table. Hiding behind a you-must-be-this-tall sign, Bonnie could see both members of team Possible from behind, sitting on a couple of stools surrounded by kids. From what she could see, Kim had her hair back down in a full red mane and was the one playing.

A bell rang before the guy behind the desk handed Kim a stuffed cartoon pickle, which the kids gave a sour look to. Bonnie couldn't hear what they were saying but, the heroine handed her prize off to the side-kick and wiggling around in the chair. Bonnie caught herself from biting her lip as she texted her partner where she was. Ron himself nodded to Kim, though it looked like it was for Bonnie as he tossed the pickle and walked Kim over to a bench behind them that was closer to Bonnie but still kept her hidden.

As they walked over, Bonnie caught a clear view of what Kim was wearing. It was a completely gorgeous black party dress that blew the turquoise one she wore that day out of the water. It hung close to her body and showed just enough skin to be both tastefully classy and slutty. Putting aside her raging envy, Bonnie was actually a little surprised that Ron managed to keep his tongue off the floor or walk without a limp.

"Okay, I'm listeniinnnggg..."

Kim purred, as she sat down next to her side-kick. Crossing her legs to give Ron an ample look as she hung one arm on the top of the bench as she slid her hand up the millionaire's knee, and moving in to where her face was only a few inches from Ron's own. Bonnie finally reopened her lip as she saw Ron visibly flinch from what Kim was doing.

"Oh my god." Bonnie heard Ron mumble as he shifted down the bench, away from Kim, as he pulled out the Kimmunicator from his pocket. "Oh man, a call from Wade. Must be important. We shoul-"

"Wade." Kim grabbed the Kimmunicator, the tone in her voice was sweet but clear vicious anger behind it. "Me and Ronnie are busy. Whatever the sitch is, give it to GJ."

Before Bonnie could even blink, Kim carelessly tossed the small device behind her. It landing only a few feet from Bonnie as Kim pulled Ron to his feet, sliding her arm under his exactly as Bonnie had done to Prince Wally before, and all but dragging Ron away into the crowd. Bonnie soon lost the crime fighting duo in the carnival. Sighing Bonnie walked over and picked up the kimmunicator, the same overweight kid in the same condiment stained shirt on the screen, only now he was giving her a funny look.

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Fallowing the map on the screen of the Kimmunicator as it tracked the device on Kim's neck, Bonnie found herself at what should have been the closed off doors of the school's basketball court only to find them ajar. The door's chains and locks were smoldering on the floor as if cut by a laser.

"Where does she get those toys?"

Bonnie whispered as she quietly slid into the building, the large room itself was the same as it was during the day, only darker as the lights were off. All the floats of the various enterprises and companies in Middleton were fully built, painted, and ready to go for the parade the next day. Though it also meant that the smell of all that work still littered the air, as Bonnie had to cover her nose as she looked down at the screen on the Kimmunicator in her hand.

The Cheerleader focused on the energy reading at its side as the percentage slowly rose bit by bit, discovering it to be around half charged. Bonnie nodded at this, ignoring the map portion, as she heard mumbling voices not too far down from her. Fallowing the voices best she could, Bonnie kneeled behind the space center float as she peaked around the corner and found the members of team Possible. Ron was facing toward the hidden Queen Bee, though he clearly couldn't see her, while Kim herself was facing away toward Ron. The side-kick tried to mumble something as Kim rubbed her hand on his chest.

"Ohhh you."

Kim cooed, grabbing Ron's hands and yanking him to her. The heroine pressing her chest and body against his, their faces all but touching, as she placed Ron's hands on her thighs. Kim slowly- sensually moved Ron's hands up and down her thighs as she whispered in his ear. As Bonnie viewed Ron stiffen and freeze at what Kim had said, she took quiet deep breaths to calm herself as the youngest Rockwaller felt the flurry of territorial anger and envy build in her chest. Looking down at the screen, Bonnie could see that the Kimmunicator was about two thirds charged and climbing.

"Y-yeah, I-I-I was thinking about that too."

Looking back up Bonnie could see Kim let go of Ron's hand before grabbing his cheeks and kissing Ron hard and deep. A sensual moan erupted from both of them, Ron's hands slid up from Kim's thighs to her behind in the thin black dress. This continued, the kiss between hero and side-kick deepened hungrily into each other, before Kim finally broke it and backed away. Both members of team Possible were panting at each other trying to catch their breath with a dazed hungry look on their faces. Ron's eyes were fixated on Kim's breasts, her nipples staring right back at him as he slid his hands over his crotch.

"H-how do you do that?" The heroine licked her lips sensually, her eyes crossed while she stuck out her chest as Kim pulled back her hair. The red headed girl's sweat had made her short dress all but transparent, showing she had worn nothing under the thin black garment. "Every time I touch you I-its like magic. When we kissed... oh my god, it was electric. I'm actually shaking!"

"K-Ki-Kim, something happened to you." Ron stuttered, now hunched over with his hands still over his crotch as he continued to stare at Kim's chest. "Some gizmo. I-its not letting you think. Cause of that I can't think."

"I wanna take that last step." Kim purred teasingly, ignoring Ron's words as she grabbed the zipper at the back of her neck. "I want to take the last step with you."

Bonnie instantly looked down at the Kimmunicator screen, her eye twitching at the almost fully charged energy reading as she heard the dress hit the floor. As the last few percentages climbed, Bonnie couldn't look up as she wasn't sure if she could stop herself from charging and strangling the heroine at the sight. Luckily as Bonnie heard the clicking of Kim's heels hitting the wooden floor, the Kimmunicator was finally fully charged.

Bonnie's eyes widened as she pressed the glowing red button at its base. Immediately the lights in the room flickered for a moment, Bonnie felt her whole body tingle, even feeling her hair get all frizzy as the small device in her hand sent out a harmless pulse of electricity. Bonnie turned to the super hero team and saw Kim freeze mid-step before she flinched, small white smoke steaming from the back of her neck. The cheerleader ran for her resented teammate as she fell, managing to catch the heroine. Sliding an arm over shoulder, Bonnie lifted Kim back up to her feet. Looking over, Bonnie unsurprisingly found Ron had done the same on the other side of the heroine.

"You okay?"

"B-Bonnie?" Kim asked, giving the girl a confused-dazed look as she stood up on her own, rubbing the side of her head. "Wha-what happened?"

"Uh-um, stupid villain stuff. Had you acting super weird. Ron had your tech guy whip up your game boy looking thing to free you from..." Bonnie explained as she pulled the burnt up chip off of Kim's neck. "This."

"O-okay...Why are we in the basketball cour-"

Instantly Kim froze up again, her eyes wide, her face unreadable before she turned and looked at Ron. There was a dead silence in the room. The red headed heroine thoughtlessly covered herself best she could with her arms. The gold haired side-kick still hunched over and covering his crotch. Both staring at each other, their faces unreadable. But suddenly Bonnie heard the Kimmunicator beeping in her hand, obviously someone calling. Bonnie thoughtlessly hit ignore and tossed it away in the dark. It was enough to break the moment, as Kim instantly grabbed her dress off the floor and covered herself with it from Ron.

"I-we, we did... were going to-"

Kim suddenly bent over, a small stream of yellow fluid spewed from her. The heroine didn't finish as she ran past Bonnie and dashed for the nearest exit. Bonnie covered her nose again to try and hide from the smell, but disgusted shock fell over the young brunette as she turned back to Ron. The side-kick Millionaire was splattered in pale yellow chunks from just under his chin down to his waist with a clear gristle covering everything in-between.

Bonnie didn't know how long she stood there in that dark silent room, not even the sound of breathing between the two could be heard. What she did know, was another wave of emotions she was neither familiar with nor knew how to describe washed over her. They weren't the same bitter flavor of emotions Bonnie had felt before that day and beyond, these were different as she stared her partner in front of her. He was standing there silently still, covered in vomit in what few places the light showed, his face even more unreadable as he stared at the door Kim ran out of.

Now Bonnie knew that Ron felt something for Kim. Hell, everyone who met them could tell there was something between them, and it wasn't the best friends from childhood thing. No matter what the two said. Ask anyone who knew them in their personal lives, while the two members of team Possible didn't always get along, they acted just sort of lovers on a sitcom to each other. But for whatever reason, neither made the next step and dropped the subtext.

But today, through no fault or intention of either party, both had relentlessly teased each other and more. Just as they were about to take that final step only for it to come crashing down. For Ron, he was met with the beautiful naked form of his partner and best friend after he had been trying to resist all day. Just as he was about to give in, he was rejected by quite possibly the love of his life in the worst possible way. As for Kim, she was forced back to reality and it didn't agree with her enough to cause a meltdown.

On top of all of that, the reality check was forced on them by Bonnie herself. A girl that had been nothing but bitter and vindictive to both of them for most of their lives. What more, Bonnie was the girl that had been secretly in cahoots with Ron, Kim's partner and best friend, in both business and in bed. No matter how she sliced it, it did not look good for Bonnie Rockwaller. Looking back up at Ron's unrecognizable face, those same alien feelings deepened and grew worse. Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, but found no words until she forced herself.

"I-uhhh. I-I don't know... I'll call you an uber or something." Bonnie horribly stammered, the all too familiar feeling of embarrassment burned on her cheeks. It was so refreshingly familiar to recognize at least one emotion that Bonnie was almost relieved as she walked away. "I-I'm a... gonna go try and seduce a prince."