Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any characters therein. I do own an imagination that lets me come up with stories. This will do me well when Disney cancels a still popular show.

Kim walked back into the gym and saw Ron and Bonnie sitting close together. She sighed and approached. "Well at least you two are decent in public."

"KP, please, it's not like that."

"Relax, I know." Kim turned to Bonnie, "Sorry if my humour has turned a little raw over the years. It's either that or gallows humour."

"It's okay. With how I was in school it is appropriate."

"Well, ladies, if you will excuse me for a moment I need to go facilitate a transaction," Ron kissed Bonnie on the cheek and left the table.

"Facilitate a transaction?" Bonnie queried.

"Ron-speak for go to the restroom, known as the facilities. You will get used to it the more you are around him. Ron has his own sub-language at times. So, how are you doing? I mean really doing?" Kim asked.

"I am okay," her eyes met with Kim's one. It seemed to look into both of hers at once, drilling into her mind.

"Truthfully?" Kim nodded to the question. "I am a wreck some days. Those are the days that I really rely on Ron. I never thought I would be able to trust a man again. But Ron is… well, so gentle, kind. He's everything that Rick was not. I still wake up screaming that Rick is coming back."

"I don't think you need to worry about that," said Kim looking away from Bonnie.

"I shouldn't tell you this, but I guess you already know. Ron has looked for him, but hasn't been able to find any traces of him."

"Bonnie? Between you and me, I wouldn't be surprised if anyone would be able to find him."

"Kim?"

"We all have changed since High School. Don't think that I did anything. It's best that you didn't."

Bonnie's face was getting pale and her jaw was lowering. "What happened?"

I need to be drunk for these conversations, Kim thought. "Ron told me about when your ex came to see you in rehab. How he almost attacked Ron when he found you in his room," Kim looked up and away. "How he said that no cripple was going to take his woman from him. What he did was terroristic threatening, making him a terrorist, there by putting him in my jurisdiction. Don't worry Bon-Bon, that bastard will never hurt you or any woman ever again."

"Kim, you didn't…"

"What? Oh, no. He is still alive. He just happens to be in a foreign country in a penal system that makes him wish he was dead. Of course they don't have him in under his real name and keep him sedated most of the time. If you remember all of that went down after his court date. That means he was a fugitive. There are times when Justice comes before Law."

Bonnie looked at the red head. She started to pull away from her. "Bonnie, please relax. I play fast and loose by the rules sometimes, but I guarantee you that I sleep with a clean conscience, most of the time. Would I have done some things differently? Yes, with out a doubt, but at the time that I did them I went with the best possible way that I could think of doing."

Bonnie looked at Kim again. The once youthful face with a beaming smile now had a sad smile and lines of worry radiating from the corners of her one good eye. Bonnie reached out and took her hand and held it. "Thank you. I know you did what you thought was best. It probably is best for me. He would have come after me and whoever was near me when he got out. You might not have done the "Right Thing", but you did the right thing by me.

If you ever need to talk to someone that isn't connected to all of that, know that you can give me a call. Ron has my number. He can think all he wants about us talking about him," she added with a sly grin.

"He would probably say something about us wanting to kidnap him and have our way with him."

"That might not be a bad idea."

"What wouldn't?" said Ron coming up behind Kim.

"Wild monkey love," grinned the former cheerleader.

"Sick and wrong, Bon-Bon. Sick and wrong."

"Well I will get out of you two's way," said Kim as she headed to the dance floor.