Ok, flashback.
Oh, and I forgot in the other chapters, so. (robotic tone) I do not own Kim Possible or anything affiliated with such.
(2004 Three months after Kim's dissapearance)
Ron leaned heavily on the wall that was painted a desgusting yellow color. The school hallways were completely deserted, though wiether he realized it, or cared for that matter, was up for speculation. Hist brown eyes still held the same warmth as they always had, but they were far distant, as if he were looking into space. He had left Rufus at home, not really wanted to be with anyone lately, but still giving into the obligation of going to school. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, anymore. While he had made his way into the building, Ron had stood in this spot, unmoving, as three class periods came and went. The fourth session had started wome time ago and would probably end soon, he didn't even wonder if anyone had seen him. Inside he was trying hard to restrain something, he didn't know what it was, but it was better harder to repress. he was so inwardly focused that he never saw the large man or smaller woman leave a classroom and walk straight toward him.
Stopping in front of him, Bonnie partially hid behind Mr. Barken, unsure as to wiether she wanted him to see her or not. Softly she spoke, '' I told you he was out here.'' Her voice seemed to be missing the normal superior tone. Hearing her speak, Ron looked directly into her blue eyes, then to the taller man and back again. For a time he seemed fixated.
''Stoppable, I understand that you are upset. However, if you don't plan on going to class, I will have to reprimand you.'' Mr. Barken's voice was far from normal as well, soft and almost gentle....almost.
Ron heard what they had said, but he wasn't paying attention. He was looking into thier eyes, seeing something that may or may not have been there. Blame. He could see it, it was al so clear. They blamed him, just like everyone else did. He had heard the whispers behind his back, the sideways glances from those too ashamed to even look at him. Later he would love to say what happened next was an accident, a mistake, that he had just snapped. This would have been a lie. He couldn't take it any more, no, he wouldn't take it anymore. His resistance didn't break, he mearly released something that had been brooding in him for months. Stepping forward, he passed the larger man and walked toward the girl. Thier eyes were locked, she could see that the gentle warmth had changed into an intense flame, and she had the feeling someone was about to get burned. At the last second she realized it was probably going to be her. ''What business is it of your's where I am? Why do you care Bonnie? What? Without me in class you have no one to gloat over, to feel better then? You know what, you are just a social parasite, attaching yourself to whatever is higher on the food chain then you until you have sucked the very life out of them. To tell the truth I wouldn't be surprised if you spread your legs for any THING with a dick. I am through taking your shit and everyone elses, the next time you try sharpening your tongue on me I just might rip it off and shove it up your over used twat.'' He had moved closer with every word, now leaning with only a breath between them. Softly he pressed her lips to her's, held them for a moment, and pulled away. ''No one will ever kiss you who cares about you as much as I do, remember that.'' Though his comment was meant as an insult, meaning that no one would ever really care about her. She heard something different. Leaving her slackjawed, Ron turned to the equally shocked teacher. Taking a step forward, he stared Mr.Barken right in the eye. ''And as for you, you self rightoues asshole, you can walk right into the administration office and start signing release papers. I QUIT!!'' With that, he headed for the front doors, leaving the two staring after him, niether ever being spoken to like that before. Mostly, niether ever expected it out of Ron. Loosing his best friend had taken a toll on him, she had been his anchor, knowing she was there had made him able to brush off the rest of the world. Now, however, he had no one to lean on, no one who appreciated his uniqueness, no one to help him cope with his anger. They both watched as the blond boy walked through the doors, never planing to return again.
(Several hours later)
What was she doing here? It was begining to get dark and she didn't like the dark. It wasn't a fear exactly, she had just never been given a reason to be anything but irritated by the lack of light. So why was she here? It was him, she couldn't get him out of her head. That kiss, that damned kiss. He'd stolen her first kiss, though he didn't know it, then he had told her he cared about her more then anyone else. That's why she was here, standing on his front porch, trying as hard as she could to get the courage to knock or leave. Still she didn't understand, she had never given two shits about him before. If he had ever kissed her before she would have decked him, so why hadn't she today. Then it hit her, before, he never would have kissed her. She knew that the situation had changed something inside him, but she still wated to know why. That was why she was here, standing on his porch, watching the shadows behind the door as the light above her head flickered to life. An older, meaty man with blond hair and glasses stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. It was then that she realized her face was probably a mask of worry, making him think she was in some kind of trouble. Quickly, before he could ask her what was wrong, she spoke up. '' I'm here to see Ron.'' the fatherly face didn't look less concern by the explanation, but more. She doubted anyone had been here to see him since the accident. She was about to tell him she could come back, when he stepped aside and pointed down a hallway ajoining to the front door. Slowly she walked back toward the indicated bedroom, feeling two pairs of eyes watching her back. Refusing to look back, she instead stared at the door ahead of her, a deep brown wood with words scrawled deep into them. ''Go the Fuck Away'' She didn't even realize she was holding her breath while she reached for the handle and opened the door. Glancing around she noticed a been back chair, a computer desk and a bed. She never saw Ron coming.
Suddenly she was pressed against the wall, pinned by a forearm across the top of her chest. The other arm was pulled back, fist clenched, ready to swing. his face was so close she could feel his breath flowing over her face and neck. A growling whisper escaped his lips, ''What are you doing here Bonie? Didn't get enough of me at school today?''
She wasn't scared, but she wasn't not scared either. Not sure how she felt or how to respond, she mearly watched his eyes, never taking her eyes from him. That fire that had roared to life was still evident in the brown depths, but it had cooled greatly. The naked mole rat watching from his shoulder had a look on it's face that reflected Bonnie's feelings almost perfectly, confused and concerned. Finally she spoke, barely a whisper. ''I came to see if you were alright, if I could do anything to help you feel better.'' It was the truth, but she stillwasn't sure why she cared if this man was alright. Sure, tragedy brought people closer, but she doubted she would have gone to see if her own friends were ok when they were upset over losing someone. So the question remained, why was she here, worrying about Ron Stoppable? Slowly he let his arms fall to his sides, still staring into her blue orbs.
Eventually they broke eye contact and he glanced down at her clothes, a forest green tank top and blue jeans. Smirking he turned, she almost looked like she wasn't a social parasite....almost. Luckily she hadn't seen him smile, it woud definately have unnerved her more then she already was. It was humorless and looked much like the grin of an assassin giving his prey something to remember him by. It was the mile of someone dying inside. At the same time she had been studying his clothing. His pants were the same as earlier, but his read and black shirt was torn and stained with what she hoped was red-brown paint. ''Do what you want, stay, go, whatever. Just don't expect anything from me.'' Before another word was spoken a smaller replica of the Kimunicator Kim had always carried started beeping in an odd jingle. Grabbing it from the computer desk, Ron frowned at the picture of his cWade that came to the screen. ''Hey Wade, whats up?''
Bonnie listened as the boy on the other end spoke to Ron, explaining that the escavation tam had been through everything, and the loss of her body along with the face that he could no longer track the original Kimunicator didn't bode well. Put simply, there was no hope for her survival. Kim was dead. Ron didn't respond, just turned off the device and dropped it to the ground, his arms limp at his sides while he flopped down on the bed.
She watched as the fire that had been behind his eyes only a moment ago extinguished, leaving him looking like a shell. Moving forward, she was going to call to him, but was cut off. He turned to look at her, ''Kim's dead, and... I'm not. I....don't have her anymore....I don't....have anyone.'' He looked away, staring at his lap. He had no other friends, not really. His parents, they never really understood who he was and how he thought. Rufus was a good pet, but he was still only an animal. No, he had noone.
He was brought back to reality by a sudden weight on his lap. Looking up he came eye to eye with Bonnie, her hand cupping the side of his face as she drew closer. Her other arm wrapped around the back of his neck, she smiled softly, falsely. ''You have me now, and you always will. From now on I will be there for you Ron, any time you want or need me, any..........way you want or need me.'' Kissing him lightly on the lips, she was still unsure about her decision, but it had been made. She had never honestly cared about this blond goof before, but as she had watched him, it hurt her to see him like this. She had just pledged her time, and body if need be, to keep the beast she had seen earlier from taking him completely. Inwardly she wondered if she could ever learn to accept adn perhaps like being with him as she had just said she would. She doubted it, but one never knew. With these thoughts running through her head, she didn't even realize she was the one who pushed him back, who began undressing him. Though he didn't protest, Ron hadn't even thought of her offer in such a way. That quickly changed when her shirt went flying across the room with no assistance from him. Though neither knew, they both wondered at who thier first time was going to be with. Bonnie was so focused on ehr thoughts, she didn't even hear her own words. ''I have wanted to do this to you for so long Ron.'' Her lips met his again as her hands trailed down his body.
It appeared they would be learning these things, together.
Ok, not bad considering. I had no idea where it was going. I just made this chapter up as I went. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I am not sure if I will make the next chapter the cherry breaker or not. I think I will let you guys decide. Review please. Latta
Oh, and I forgot in the other chapters, so. (robotic tone) I do not own Kim Possible or anything affiliated with such.
(2004 Three months after Kim's dissapearance)
Ron leaned heavily on the wall that was painted a desgusting yellow color. The school hallways were completely deserted, though wiether he realized it, or cared for that matter, was up for speculation. Hist brown eyes still held the same warmth as they always had, but they were far distant, as if he were looking into space. He had left Rufus at home, not really wanted to be with anyone lately, but still giving into the obligation of going to school. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, anymore. While he had made his way into the building, Ron had stood in this spot, unmoving, as three class periods came and went. The fourth session had started wome time ago and would probably end soon, he didn't even wonder if anyone had seen him. Inside he was trying hard to restrain something, he didn't know what it was, but it was better harder to repress. he was so inwardly focused that he never saw the large man or smaller woman leave a classroom and walk straight toward him.
Stopping in front of him, Bonnie partially hid behind Mr. Barken, unsure as to wiether she wanted him to see her or not. Softly she spoke, '' I told you he was out here.'' Her voice seemed to be missing the normal superior tone. Hearing her speak, Ron looked directly into her blue eyes, then to the taller man and back again. For a time he seemed fixated.
''Stoppable, I understand that you are upset. However, if you don't plan on going to class, I will have to reprimand you.'' Mr. Barken's voice was far from normal as well, soft and almost gentle....almost.
Ron heard what they had said, but he wasn't paying attention. He was looking into thier eyes, seeing something that may or may not have been there. Blame. He could see it, it was al so clear. They blamed him, just like everyone else did. He had heard the whispers behind his back, the sideways glances from those too ashamed to even look at him. Later he would love to say what happened next was an accident, a mistake, that he had just snapped. This would have been a lie. He couldn't take it any more, no, he wouldn't take it anymore. His resistance didn't break, he mearly released something that had been brooding in him for months. Stepping forward, he passed the larger man and walked toward the girl. Thier eyes were locked, she could see that the gentle warmth had changed into an intense flame, and she had the feeling someone was about to get burned. At the last second she realized it was probably going to be her. ''What business is it of your's where I am? Why do you care Bonnie? What? Without me in class you have no one to gloat over, to feel better then? You know what, you are just a social parasite, attaching yourself to whatever is higher on the food chain then you until you have sucked the very life out of them. To tell the truth I wouldn't be surprised if you spread your legs for any THING with a dick. I am through taking your shit and everyone elses, the next time you try sharpening your tongue on me I just might rip it off and shove it up your over used twat.'' He had moved closer with every word, now leaning with only a breath between them. Softly he pressed her lips to her's, held them for a moment, and pulled away. ''No one will ever kiss you who cares about you as much as I do, remember that.'' Though his comment was meant as an insult, meaning that no one would ever really care about her. She heard something different. Leaving her slackjawed, Ron turned to the equally shocked teacher. Taking a step forward, he stared Mr.Barken right in the eye. ''And as for you, you self rightoues asshole, you can walk right into the administration office and start signing release papers. I QUIT!!'' With that, he headed for the front doors, leaving the two staring after him, niether ever being spoken to like that before. Mostly, niether ever expected it out of Ron. Loosing his best friend had taken a toll on him, she had been his anchor, knowing she was there had made him able to brush off the rest of the world. Now, however, he had no one to lean on, no one who appreciated his uniqueness, no one to help him cope with his anger. They both watched as the blond boy walked through the doors, never planing to return again.
(Several hours later)
What was she doing here? It was begining to get dark and she didn't like the dark. It wasn't a fear exactly, she had just never been given a reason to be anything but irritated by the lack of light. So why was she here? It was him, she couldn't get him out of her head. That kiss, that damned kiss. He'd stolen her first kiss, though he didn't know it, then he had told her he cared about her more then anyone else. That's why she was here, standing on his front porch, trying as hard as she could to get the courage to knock or leave. Still she didn't understand, she had never given two shits about him before. If he had ever kissed her before she would have decked him, so why hadn't she today. Then it hit her, before, he never would have kissed her. She knew that the situation had changed something inside him, but she still wated to know why. That was why she was here, standing on his porch, watching the shadows behind the door as the light above her head flickered to life. An older, meaty man with blond hair and glasses stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. It was then that she realized her face was probably a mask of worry, making him think she was in some kind of trouble. Quickly, before he could ask her what was wrong, she spoke up. '' I'm here to see Ron.'' the fatherly face didn't look less concern by the explanation, but more. She doubted anyone had been here to see him since the accident. She was about to tell him she could come back, when he stepped aside and pointed down a hallway ajoining to the front door. Slowly she walked back toward the indicated bedroom, feeling two pairs of eyes watching her back. Refusing to look back, she instead stared at the door ahead of her, a deep brown wood with words scrawled deep into them. ''Go the Fuck Away'' She didn't even realize she was holding her breath while she reached for the handle and opened the door. Glancing around she noticed a been back chair, a computer desk and a bed. She never saw Ron coming.
Suddenly she was pressed against the wall, pinned by a forearm across the top of her chest. The other arm was pulled back, fist clenched, ready to swing. his face was so close she could feel his breath flowing over her face and neck. A growling whisper escaped his lips, ''What are you doing here Bonie? Didn't get enough of me at school today?''
She wasn't scared, but she wasn't not scared either. Not sure how she felt or how to respond, she mearly watched his eyes, never taking her eyes from him. That fire that had roared to life was still evident in the brown depths, but it had cooled greatly. The naked mole rat watching from his shoulder had a look on it's face that reflected Bonnie's feelings almost perfectly, confused and concerned. Finally she spoke, barely a whisper. ''I came to see if you were alright, if I could do anything to help you feel better.'' It was the truth, but she stillwasn't sure why she cared if this man was alright. Sure, tragedy brought people closer, but she doubted she would have gone to see if her own friends were ok when they were upset over losing someone. So the question remained, why was she here, worrying about Ron Stoppable? Slowly he let his arms fall to his sides, still staring into her blue orbs.
Eventually they broke eye contact and he glanced down at her clothes, a forest green tank top and blue jeans. Smirking he turned, she almost looked like she wasn't a social parasite....almost. Luckily she hadn't seen him smile, it woud definately have unnerved her more then she already was. It was humorless and looked much like the grin of an assassin giving his prey something to remember him by. It was the mile of someone dying inside. At the same time she had been studying his clothing. His pants were the same as earlier, but his read and black shirt was torn and stained with what she hoped was red-brown paint. ''Do what you want, stay, go, whatever. Just don't expect anything from me.'' Before another word was spoken a smaller replica of the Kimunicator Kim had always carried started beeping in an odd jingle. Grabbing it from the computer desk, Ron frowned at the picture of his cWade that came to the screen. ''Hey Wade, whats up?''
Bonnie listened as the boy on the other end spoke to Ron, explaining that the escavation tam had been through everything, and the loss of her body along with the face that he could no longer track the original Kimunicator didn't bode well. Put simply, there was no hope for her survival. Kim was dead. Ron didn't respond, just turned off the device and dropped it to the ground, his arms limp at his sides while he flopped down on the bed.
She watched as the fire that had been behind his eyes only a moment ago extinguished, leaving him looking like a shell. Moving forward, she was going to call to him, but was cut off. He turned to look at her, ''Kim's dead, and... I'm not. I....don't have her anymore....I don't....have anyone.'' He looked away, staring at his lap. He had no other friends, not really. His parents, they never really understood who he was and how he thought. Rufus was a good pet, but he was still only an animal. No, he had noone.
He was brought back to reality by a sudden weight on his lap. Looking up he came eye to eye with Bonnie, her hand cupping the side of his face as she drew closer. Her other arm wrapped around the back of his neck, she smiled softly, falsely. ''You have me now, and you always will. From now on I will be there for you Ron, any time you want or need me, any..........way you want or need me.'' Kissing him lightly on the lips, she was still unsure about her decision, but it had been made. She had never honestly cared about this blond goof before, but as she had watched him, it hurt her to see him like this. She had just pledged her time, and body if need be, to keep the beast she had seen earlier from taking him completely. Inwardly she wondered if she could ever learn to accept adn perhaps like being with him as she had just said she would. She doubted it, but one never knew. With these thoughts running through her head, she didn't even realize she was the one who pushed him back, who began undressing him. Though he didn't protest, Ron hadn't even thought of her offer in such a way. That quickly changed when her shirt went flying across the room with no assistance from him. Though neither knew, they both wondered at who thier first time was going to be with. Bonnie was so focused on ehr thoughts, she didn't even hear her own words. ''I have wanted to do this to you for so long Ron.'' Her lips met his again as her hands trailed down his body.
It appeared they would be learning these things, together.
Ok, not bad considering. I had no idea where it was going. I just made this chapter up as I went. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I am not sure if I will make the next chapter the cherry breaker or not. I think I will let you guys decide. Review please. Latta