Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. If I did, the show would probably wind up a TV:MA show. What can I say?

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Author's Notes: I would like to take this time to thank those that have read, reviewed, alerted, and/or favorited this story.

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The rest of Friday went smoothly. Ronald was no more than a desk row away from Justine the entire time. At lunch, time was taken to help a frantic Big Mike. It seemed that the teacher had implemented those crazy variables in his math class. After explaining, calmly, that the letters were just like blanks in earlier years, and some easy practice problems to work up his confidence he was off smiling happily.

Walking to their next class Justine speaks up, "Since you have a 'truce' with the trio, do you really need to continue on with the deal that you forged?"

"Yes, my darling, I do. With it evident that the star of the wrestling team is our friend and protector, who do you think would bother us with physical harm?" countered Ronald

"At least in school," sullenly amended Justine.

"Now, now," said Ron looking at her darkening face, "no storm clouds on the horizon. Yes, in school. Out of school, well, let us just say that I am hoping that the budding alliance with the trio will provide young Michael some sparring time with Miss Possible, enabling him to know how to handle someone that can actually fight, if he picks up some martial arts moves to use outside of the ring, so much better."

"I was hoping that your involvement with them was over now," came the quiet defensive statement.

"Not currently, my adorable one, and not for a while I don't think. They do have much to offer in the ways of contacts, and observations."

"Not to mention that they are all three interested in you some what now," Justine said, quickly turning the corner, distancing herself somewhat from Ronald. "Not only that, my Ronald, but they have so much more to offer you, and so much less holding them back," she said quietly to herself, confident that the sound did not carry past her person in the noisy din of the crowd.

So involved was she in her own mind, that she didn't see the person in front of her as she ran into them. The result was predictable, Justine would think later. Books scattered dependant on the vectors, she fell, dependant on hers. She started gathering her books without looking up. She knew if she looked up and saw Ronald, that she would just break down in the middle of the hall, and that she did not want. She heard a voice above her that she would rather have in a Schrodinger Cat experiment.

"Would you please watch where you are…? Justine?" the rant died upon realization of the target. "Here let me help you," said Bonnie as she knelt down in front of Justine. She placed a few out-lying folders into the stack that was already assembled.

"Thank you," was the quiet reply from the blond.

"No big. Listen; let me help you with these to your class. I want to talk to you."

Justine froze. She didn't want to talk to her. She wanted her to disappear. Justine sighed and nodded.

Bonnie took this as an invitation, took half the stack of books, folders and binders that the girl had on the ground and stood up. Resigning herself to her fate, Justine took the other half and started to walk towards the library.

Bonnie looked at her, "You have study hall this period? Me too, I didn't know you did."

"I knew that you had it," was the cold response.

"Well, then, we can sit together and well… clear the air, I guess."

"You are not supposed to socialize in study hall; you are supposed to work on your assignments, hence the name Study Hall."

"What if it is about learning?" asked the brunette.

"Then I suppose that it would be allowable."

"How much schoolwork do you really have to do today?"

"Truthfully, not much," Justine said looking away. When she looked back, it was into Bonnie's cerulean orbs. "Maybe a problem or two…, fine, nothing at all for school. What I was going to work on was a personal project."

Bonnie nodded, "Well, I will try not to take up all of your time. Plus, who knows, we both might learn something."

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Upon the entering of the library, Tara waved at Bonnie, who moved in a different direction. Tara exchanged glances with Kim who was as perplexed as her blond friend was. When the bell rang and Bonnie hadn't come to the table curiosity won out and they just had to know what was going on.

Looking around and seeing that the student teacher that was 'in charge' of study hall this period was as intent on her studies as some of the students appeared to be showed it was time to initiate a plan that had been formulated weeks ago. A quick nod between the two caused both of then to go to a bookshelf that shielded them from all prying eyes. The two quickly crossed hands and with another nod, Kim was suddenly on Tara's shoulders scanning over the canyons of shelves and books. She saw her quarry quickly and jostled her foot on Tara's shoulder, which was the sign for her to spot her landing. Two randomly grabbed books later, the cheerleaders were at their usual table.

"Bonnie is sitting with Justine," whispered Kim.

"Why?" asked Tara.

"If I knew that, we wouldn't be looking at Fashion of the 1904 Fair and the History of Cheese."

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"What you told me in the cafeteria…"

"…Was true. They had to stop my testimony at the trial because some of the jurors couldn't take it. There was almost a mistrial, because my stepfather's attorney wanted to walk away from the case. Be glad that I gave you the watered down version."

Bonnie's jaw sank, if what she was told wasn't the worst of it… She shook her head to drive the thoughts our of her mind. "Justine, I…"

Justine, who had been looking down at a paper she had pulled from one of her folders looked up, a grim grin on her face, "Yes, Bonnie?"

"Is that the reason that you work so hard to look at the way that you do?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"My sisters spend close to an hour getting ready. I spend around thirty. Tara takes about twenty, if she doesn't have to dry her hair. Kim takes ten minutes, but she has that natural athletic look going for her."

"I truthfully don't see where this is going."

"How long does it take for you to get ready for school? It wasn't until I really looked at you today that I noticed it. If you didn't try to hide it you would be on par with the three of us."

"I don't see your point," Justine said matter of factly, trying to get back to her computations.

"Call it a flaw of mine, but I want to see people at their best, if they don't do that, then it's like they are losers. I know you aren't one; I just am trying to find out why. Do you think that…?"

"That I will be raped again?" said Justine with a smirk as Bonnie cringed.

Bonnie nodded numbly. "I suppose that could be part of it. I started to wear more 'girly' outfits shortly before it happened. I think that it may be that I associate a more attractive appearance with the act. I know that is not the case, but knowing something in your head, and knowing something for real are different. When I have tried to put on make-up, I look like a clown. My mother was wonderful at it, but… My aunt doesn't wear any, so she can't help…"

Justine felt a pair of hands on hers, "I could help you, if you would like. Say tomorrow when we are at the mall?" Bonnie looked close at Justine, swept her hair to the side with one hand, and smiled. "It won't take much. Maybe some light blush and some lip-gloss, just something to highlight. You have that I am smarter than you and sexy too thing just below the surface."

Justine cringed from the scrutiny and looked away, "Why are you doing this?"

"Like I said, I like to see people live up to their potential, especially if they are going to be around me. Trust me, if you think Ronald likes you now, wait till he gets a look at Justine version two point zero."

Justine blushed at the statement. "But I thought that you liked Ronald."

"I do, he is one of the few people on my level," Bonnie said matter of factly. She then looked at Justine and realized she had thought the wrong like. "Oh, you mean like, like. Well, I admit that he is kind of cute, but entirely not my type. I like big guys. Football players, ya know?"

Justine smiled, "What about wrestlers?"