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Kim and Bonnie looked at each other is silence as they sat across from each other in the cargo plane. Kim could see Bonnie grasping the seat with her fingerless gloved hands. Bonnie was in her won variation of 'Kim Style', which included fingerless gloves with metal strike plates on the back and steel toed boots with strike plates on the back heels.

"Nervous?" inquired Kim.

"About regional qualifier level, this is the first time I have been with you on an 'action' mission. Once I start moving I will be okay, it is the waiting that makes me the most nervous."

"You'll do fine. We are going to deal with Drakken and Shego. You have read up about them. I'll handle Shego she is the actual physical threat. Drakken usually doesn't have henchmen that are much of a threat. All you need to do is to stop or keep Drakken busy until we can get his plan foiled."

"Okay, I think I can take care of a middle-aged guy." Bonnie smiled, "So what about you and Tara?"

Kim raised an eyebrow at the brunette, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I have no problem with it. Just curious on how far you two have gotten. I have known her almost as long as you have known Ron and I had no idea that she had those preferences."

Kim looked confusedly at Bonnie, "What are you talking about?"

Bonnie sighed and when she spoke there was a little irritation in her voice, "I'm not blind, K. I see how you two are always together now. Bumping into each other, chatting a little closer than normal, don't try to hide it from me."

"I still don't… Oh, Bonnie Blue Rockwaller, Tara and I are just friends, we are NOT like that."

"You two always together?"

"She would usually be with you and Ron with me; we were trying to give you two some couple time and we don't like feeling like third wheels."

"But what about all the touching and everything?"

Kim shrugged, "We are both physical people. She knew you weren't much on the touchy feely stuff unless you initiated it. Don't get me wrong, if I ever did anything like that, she would be the one, but I still haven't given up on the male of the species."

Bonnie chuckled, "So, I guess that I read the signals wrong. Though if I don't tell Ron maybe he will forget the bet."

"Bet?"

"Yeah, I was sure that you and Tara had hooked up, but he said no. So we had a bet between us."

"So what does the winner get?"

Bonnie blushed, "It doesn't matter, K."

"Oh, no, you are going to tell me or Ron will find out he won the bet now," Kim smirked.

"Fine," Bonnie sighed. "It is an entire night of the other being a pleasure slave. He will probably start it off with a nice long full body massage and then I'll dance some. After that…"

Bonnie wasn't able to continue because Kim started to scream, "Enough! You are right I shouldn't have asked. I was out of line." Kim now had her hands over her ears and was saying, "La-la-la-la-la-la."

Bonnie chuckled to herself and made a mental note that she had to pick up a Grande Naco pack when she got back for Ron and to make sure that he was in on her joke on Kim. She was disappointed that her two fellow cheerleaders hadn't found comfort in each other. Winning the bet meant that she would finally consummate her relationship with Ron.

A month they have been going out and the closest they had been 'all the way' was full body contact through the clothes and some under the clothes feeling while heavy petting. She wasn't used to waiting for the time to be special. That and she really liked her long hot showers, and now she was forced to make sure they were cold.

Tara had pulled her Bug into the driveway of the Renton's abode. Ron opened his door and slid out. Tara killed the engine and got out of the car. She watched Ron round the front of the car and smiled. Ron stopped and looked at her.

"What?"

"Oh, just that you are moving a lot better."

"Well, thanks for the ride. I can manage it from here."

"Sorry, no can do. Bonnie would flay me alive if I did that," she said rubbing her backside. "She spanks hard."

Ron blushed. "Uh, yeah, about that, sorry that it happened. I didn't know she was really going to do that."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Bonnie does things like that. Though usually not as hard," Tara ended with a pout.

"Well, yeah, though there is something that I need to talk to you about. When she did it, I was in shock and couldn't help but look. Well, I happened to see… well, everything."

Tara blushed as Ron continued, "Not that thongs don't look great on you, but you might want to wear something more conservative to school."

Tara's face was now the same color as Kim's hair. "RON!"

"I was standing up, and you were right there with Bonnie pulling up your skirt and you bent over. There was no way for me NOT to see," Ron defended himself. "I tired to close my eyes, but they wouldn't respond."

There was a moment of awkward silence. "Well, nothing that can be done about it now. Just don't tell B about it. I don't think I could handle being her whipping girl to get you excited."

"WH-what?"

"She told me about the make out session afterwards. She wants to go further. Before you say that you want it to be special, if it is with you it will be special. None of the other guys she has dated treats her anywhere near as well as you do." Tara placed her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. "She loves you and wants you and it is driving her crazy that she can't 'have' you." Tara looked at the door as she disengaged her had from Ron's arm. "Well, let's get you in and relaxing before Bonnie has to spank me again," she said in a sing-song voice.

The two teens approached the door and it opened as the reached the porch. Tara noticed that the door opened by itself. She could see Felix approaching the door in his chair. It always had made her have a bad feeling in her stomach when she saw him at school, but after Kim told her that she used to feel the same way it helped her get over it.

"Hey, Ron. Hello, Tara, how are you doing?"

Tara's hands were behind her back and her right foot was failing to make drawings in the bricks behind her as it lightly scraped the stones. Her head was slightly down turned and her eyes looked up, "Fine, Felix, and how you are?"

"Can't complain, would you like to come in? I think Mom is just about to finish baking some cookies. Peanut butter stickies I think. She got the recipe off of one of her discussion groups."

"I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Oh, it's quite alright."

Ron looked back and forth between the two of them like he was watching a very slow tennis match. "Well, I would like to come in, if that is okay. Moving I am okay, but it still starts to hurt if I am just standing around for too long."

The other two teens blushed and stammered as they moved out of the way for Ron, who made his way to the kitchen to give his friends some time alone. Upon entering the kitchen, he was assailed by the smell of freshly baked cookies. He saw the source of the smell on the cooling rack. He noted that there was another batch ready to go into the oven on sheets and probably another in the oven already. Felix's mother entered the kitchen from the laundry room and smiled at a nearly salivating Ron.

"Hello, Ron. Help yourself."

"Thank you Doctor R."

"Not a problem." She looked around the room. "Where's Felix?"

"He's talking to Tara to try and get her to stay."

Miss Renton sat down a glass of milk for Ron. "Seriously, I raised that boy to take action. Why doesn't he just tell her he likes her?"

"Ah, the ways of the heart and the head are two different worlds."

"Too true Ron. So I guess that Bonnie is off with Kim on a mission?"

Ron nodded mouth full of milk soaked cookie. Swallowing he answered, "Drakken needs a beat down."

"Nervous?"

"Very. Doctor R, I know Kim will take care of her, but I am so scared of losing her. All this time no one and I mean NO ONE ever paid me attention, but now that I have someone, some freak might cause me to never see her again."

"So you would stop going on missions also right?"

"Well, no. I know what I am getting into. I have a track record. I am…"

"A man that is supposed to protect and keep those precious to him safe?"

"That is better than what I was going to say, but yeah."

Doctor Renton sighed and looked at Ron. "Is it because you are the man and she is the woman?"

"I don't follow you Doc."

"If Felix was going with Kim instead of Bonnie would you feel the same way?"

"Well, sure."

"What if it was someone with combat training and was more skilled than you?"

Ron paused and looked down. When he looked up, he answered, "Yes."

She smiled at the blond teen at her table, "Glad to here it is chivalry and not machismo."

"I don't think I could ever be macho."

"I bet Bonnie would disagree. Not everyone that would take a bullet like you did. Another inch and it could have shattered your femur."

Ron's response was cut off by the entrance of Felix and Tara into the kitchen. "Hey, Ron, want to skip the games and hit the mall?" asked Felix.

Ron looked from Felix to Tara and saw a pleading in her eyes and a slight shake of her head. "I probably shouldn't push it. I'll give my mom a call and have her pick me up. Go and have fun."

Tara's blue eyes shone and matched the smile on Felix's face. The two said their goodbyes and left the house. Ron could barely hear Tara's squeal when Felix put his chair in car ride mode. Ron had to admit that it was pretty cool to see a chair that size transform to fit in the back of a subcompact.

After they had, left Doctor Renton turned to Ron. "Want to stay here with me for a while? I talked to your mother this morning and I know you parents won't be home for a couple of hours. You will not be walking that distance and with you worried about Bonnie, do you really want to be alone?"

"Not really," answered Ron. "And plus there are cookies here."

Next: Kim and Bonnie confront Drakken and Shego and someone gets hurt.

Author's Notes: I hope that this answers the Tara/Kim relationship thing. Not that I don't think that they would make a good pairing. Tara seems to have some of the same Ron characteristics that I like. Loyalty to the point of fanaticism and a form of sweet innocence.