Where Did the Time Go? Chapter 29: Part XXIX, a kim possible fanfic

Where Did the Time Go? : Part XXIX

Ron swallowed hard. He was accustomed to seeing Kim dressed that way, not Bonnie. The black clothing clung to her every curve and, admittedly, her curves were somewhat…larger than Kim's.

"Bonnie? What are you doing here?" he finally got out.

"I just needed somebody to talk to, somebody who doesn't judge every word that comes out of my mouth." Her voice was still slightly broken by the sobs. She finally managed to look up at him and noted where his eyes were rooted. Smiling slightly, she pulled her coat shut again, shivering slightly against the cold.

"Come inside, Bonnie, you've got to be freezing." He said, flipping through his keys.

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine, it's okay. If I go inside looking like this people might get the wrong idea."

Ron was still concerned about the temperature. It was only just below freezing since it had remained cloudy all day but at least the snow had stopped. Sitting down on the opposite side of the steps, he pulled a handkerchief from his equipment belt and handed it to her. "What's wrong?"

"Am I a bad person?" She dabbed at her cheeks slightly, then wiped her eyes.

He hesitated a moment and that was not lost on her. "I think you've done some really rotten things, but believe me, I've seen bad, I mean real evil. Believe me, take over the world evil is a whole lot worse than take over the cheer squad evil."

Bonnie laughed just a bit. "So I am evil. Lucky me."

"That's not what I meant. Well, maybe a little. Some of the things you do hurt people, just like what you said about KP this morning."

"What? I barely said two words to K all day."

"Kim…overheard you talking about her. What you told that other girl really hit her hard."

For a moment she looked like someone who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Oh, she heard that?" Bonnie slumped down to her hands again. "Guess you're right, I'm rotten to people. It's just…every time I see her, every time I think about her I get so angry."

"Why? Just because she's good at everything she sets out to do?"

"Well, yeah. I try every bit as hard as she does and it always comes up short. I study until my eyes hurt, she gets better grades than me. I bust my tail on the cheer squad, she still ends up the captain."

Ron shook his head slowly. "Bon-Bon, as my Pap Rokowski used to say when I was little, 'that dog won't hunt.' Kim once handed you the head position on a silver platter and you lasted all of three weeks. Granted, she thought you'd only last two, but in the end you were more than happy to let the girls vote again."

"I guess you're right, but it seemed like everything I did, it was like 'Kim did it this way' and 'Kim did it that way.' I just couldn't take that…and everyone hated me for it."

"Do you know what Brick told Kim back before the two of you started dating?"

Bonnie scowled. Her ex-boyfriend was still a raw spot on her heart. "What, that she was his first choice?"

"No. I think he always liked you better, but when I wrote that stupid, stupid story about Kim thinking he was hot his pride made him ask her out. That's not it. When he told her it wouldn't work out, it's because she was trying too hard. Now, I know Kim wasn't trying at all since she was trying to get a date from Josh back then but that's what everyone thought when you were captain. Believe me, I know what it's like to goon on too much power and that's exactly what you did."

Bonnie pulled her coat tighter around herself, making Ron notice how much she was shivering. "You sure you don't want to come in?"

She shook her head emphatically. "No, dressed like this your 'rents might get the wrong idea about me."

"Does this 'something terrible' have anything to do with that outfit?"

Bonnie held the coat open for a moment, giving him his second look at the tight clothing. "Uh huh."

"So what's the deal?"

She quickly closed the long puffy coat over her exposed legs. "I got this idea in my head that I wanted to be just like Kim. I wanted to go out tonight and be with somebody like the two of you are together. I got so far that I almost went through with it, then I chickened out. I…I think I might have hurt someone."

"What happened?"

"I called this guy I went out with a couple weeks ago, like, I wanted a second date and all since he wasn't a complete disaster. Then I promised him something I shouldn't have."

"Wait, you said just like me and Kim? You mean you still think we…"

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, just like what you two do."

Ron's voice dropped an octave. "Bonnie, I'm just going to say this once. Kim and I aren't like that. We're going to be, eventually, but that hasn't happened yet."

She looked up in confusion. "Then why does she take those things?"

"Because she has some other health reasons, reasons you might have run across if you'd read more than just the main use. Oh, and by the way, how do you know exactly what she takes? I know she's on them, but I don't know the name of it."

She hesitated for just a moment. "I saw her taking them at Gottagrin. I recognized the pill, it's the same one I have."

"Wait just a second, you're going on about how we're doing it and everything and you take the same thing?"

"I said I have them, didn't say I was taking them. Well, I wasn't until this afternoon." Her tone got a little sharper. "I just didn't have the guts to go through with it."

"Bonnie, when you're ready, I'm willing to be you'll have the guts. The one time I really had a chance both of us chickened out."

"But you two are in love. I understand that now. It wasn't that I chickened out, it's that it wasn't what I wanted. I don't love that guy, I don't even think I like him all that well. I want somebody to hold me in their arms because they love me, not because I put on some slutty black dress and strut my stuff right in their face." Fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks again.

"It'll happen…"

"When? When do I get my Ron, when do I get the sweet, gentle guy I want, when do I have my chance instead of Possible?" She almost shrieked the last as she tried to staunch the flow from her eyes.

Ron sat there speechless for a moment. Finally he was able to get the words out. "You like…me? You like-like me?"

"Yes, Ron. I like-like you. I have since we were in Japan. I was just too stupid, too stuck up to realize how good Kim had it until then and it was too late for me. Kim wins again, dammit. She picks you when you were still short and geeky looking, then look what happens. You start growing up and by the time I notice you're turning into a kind of hottie, you're already wrapped up in her, whether you're doing it or not."

"Bonnie, I don't know what to say. A year ago I'd have given anything to hear this but let me tell you something, what I have with Kim goes back way further than anything the two of us would ever have. I've known her since we were four. I've only known you since Junior High and let me tell you, I may not have shown it, but the things you said to me hurt. I'm not talking about calling me a loser and things, I'm talking about the way you belittled me and the way you talked about me to your friends. Then when I realized the only way you would be interested in me was if I was rich, well, they say you make your own bed."

"Yeah, I've made it alright. Some friend I turn out to be, huh, even if it was just being a secret friend."

Ron scooted slightly closer, just enough he could lay his hand on her forearm. "Bonnie, being a friend sometimes takes looking past that kind of thing and staying that way anyway. Besides, I'm not such a good friend myself."

"Huh?"

Taking a deep breath, Ron plunged onwards. "KP and I were kind of having a fight…over you. I once made a promise to her that I wouldn't keep any secrets that would affect our relationship, that I wouldn't make any kind of promise to somebody else that would break that promise. Since Japan, I thought keeping my promise to you was fine with that, but the secret was starting to get between us so I told her we were friends."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "You did what?"

"Bon-bon, think about it, what harm is there in letting people know we've buried the hatchet?"

"I'll tell you what harm it is, Stoppable. It means I was right about you all along. You're nothing more than a little doting puppy dog to her. All she has to do is flash that stupid little pout of hers and you do anything." She screamed. "I trust you with one simple little thing and you can't even do that? I was right, you are just a loser and you know what?" She whipped the coat open, showing the short, tight black dress off to him in all its glory. It was smaller even than Kim's little black dress, displaying something his girlfriend just plain wasn't capable of; ample cleavage. That's not where his eyes came to rest. Something even lower drew his eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, Ron, it's that ruby buckle you bought me. You're so pathetic but you want to know the kicker? Up to a few minutes ago you could have had this, all of this." Her words dripped venom. "But no, it's all let's stick it to Bonnie, let's tell everyone her secrets and laugh about them. Probably while the two of you were in bed together, no doubt. Is that what you do on all those long rides? Is that what the two of you did on that oh-so-wonderful trip to Go City? The two of you haven't done it, bull-snap."

She wrapped the coat around herself again. "I hope you're happy, cause you know what? You could have had me as a friend. Hell, you could have had me as a lover and I bet I'd be one hundred sixty percent better than her in the sack but you'll never know now, you little freak." She stomped down the sidewalk as fast as she could with her spike heels, turning down the sidewalk in the general direction of her home.

Ron sat down on the stoop, both puzzled why she would become so upset over something so trivial and ashamed that he had broken his promise to her.

Bonnie walked down the sidewalk alternately growling and sobbing. Outwardly she looked like she was walking tall and proud. If there was one thing she knew she could do better than Kim Possible it was walking in high heels. The one time she remembered ever seeing her rival in a pair she was wobbling and stumbling ever so slightly. She even wore flats to the Prom, even though she was some six or seven inches shorter than her date. Well, her original date.

Why did she react so strongly when Ron admitted what he'd done? It wasn't like it was such a big deal. So she told him she considered him a friend. What harm could come of other people knowing that now since he was slightly popular?

Some of her growls were directed at herself. It was going so well. He easily bought the lie about how she knew about Kim's pills, as well as the lie about her having them as well. She had also lied about her date that night, having come directly from her home to wait for him, knowing he was usually there on Tuesday nights. If he stayed out with Kim, so be it, she could try this again another night, but she had been ready to do everything in her power to seduce him, convinced just as she had boasted she would be far more impressive than the small-chested, boy-legged redhead.

Then she let her anger get the better of her again. Stupid, stupid woman she thought as she stomped her way home. She could have played that angle to her advantage as well, perhaps even feigning forgiveness and giving him a hug, a move that would have been a prelude to a kiss and, in her own mind, that would easily lead to him taking her out to Logging Camp Road. His taking Kim there was perhaps the worst kept secret in the school and since his parents seemed to be home that was the best place to seal the deal with him. He wouldn't have been able to help it, he was a guy.

"He's probably half way to her house already." She grumbled, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. "What blasted idiot put this holiday smack in the coldest part of winter anyway? How can you wear a sexy dress when it's freaking freezing outside?"

She was almost so caught up in her lonely rant she didn't see the slim figure in a dark, form fitting suit step out from the darkness. The fact she was a small woman alone on the street at night rushed to her in an instant. Even though this was an above average middle-class neighborhood she was aware she probably looked a lot like a streetwalker. Her ninja-training enhanced Karate abilities notwithstanding, she was gripped with fright.

The man that stepped into the light was perhaps five to ten years older than her. The suit was not black, but very dark blue with utility pockets on the breast and legs. Two other men, in slightly lighter colored outfits flanked him and she could sense at least two others behind her as well. In an instant, she was completely boxed in.

Feeling she had nothing else to lose, she dropped into a fighting stance even though the jacket and the tight dress restricted her movement somewhat.

"Bonne Delia Rockwaller?" The dark haired man asked, standing squarely in front of her in a display of posture so good it had to be uncomfortable.

"Nobody…ever...calls…me…that!" She growled through clenched teeth.

"No matter. Miss Rockwaller, I am agent Will Du of Global Justice. You are under arrest for grand theft."

Her arms went totally limp in shock as the Asian looking man read her Miranda rights. At least one of the men behind her roughly took her arms, clamping cuffs on behind her back.

Bonnie's senses started coming back as they not-too-gently guided her to a black van parked around the corner. "Possible, I know you're behind this! Show your face! You did this to me!" She shrieked as the pushed her inside.