A\N HI! UPDATE! First: Sorry for a delay, my free time was really cut short recently. Second: I have a request of some sort. There are SERIOUS lack of RonGo and RonBon fanart around the internet. I know that those pairings aren't the most popular ones, but think about this: how many pairings you got interested in after seeing a picture of it? Some probably will say NONE, but i know that there are people who got introduced to ideas through deviantart and/or tumblr post. So please, if you have time and will to create some new fanart for RonGo or RonBon, post it on deviantart for everyone could appreciate that!...Sorry about this rant but it is something that bothered me for quite some time… Please enjoy the continuation of this story!

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Chapter 2

Window of connection

Bonnie's ears were assaulted by a loud ringing noise from alarm clocks. She slammed her hand at the button on top of it and lazily stood from her bed. With a loud yawn, girl walked towards a mirror. Her hair was a total mess, pointing at several different directions. She took a comb from the table nearby and started her morning routine. A frown appeared on her face as memories of the day before appeared in her mind. She failed to catch a gremlin and exposed her powers to the guy whose memories can't be changed by the potion. She wanted to prove herself to her dad, but instead she only made a mess.

However an interesting opportunity rose from this pile of problems. She had to look after the guy with a strange resistance to the potion. At first she didn't like the idea, feeling that her dad trying to shelter her again. But on the other hand, Bonnie realized that she finally have somebody to talk with, except her father. So hanging out with somebody without any worries of being discovered was something new for her. At least until they found how to remove particular memories from his head.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Ryan Rockwaller were sitting on the armchair at his study, holding a frame with the photo inside it. He was looking at it with a strong shadow of grief on his face. Picture showed a happy family of five. There stood a bit younger Ryan, beside him was his wife, beautiful woman with a small mole under the left side of her lips. With them were three girls. Two of them, teenagers, look similar to each other with the most noticeable difference were their hair color: one was blond, a trait she got from her grandmother, the other had same brown hair as the rest of the family. And in the center of picture stood a girl, much younger than the other two, smiling happily to the camera.

'I hope i did the right thing yesterday.' Ryan carefully put the frame on the bookshelf.

"Dad!" Bonnie knocked and entered the study. "I'm ready to go!"

"Ah, right, school bus is broken." he mumbled and corrected his glasses.

"Are you still sleeping?" girl looked at him with suspicion. "Or you made trinkets all night again?"

"No, no. I'm fine. I was just thinking about our new young acquaintance." Ryan went to his desk and took his jacket from the back of a chair.

"What about him."

"I think i figured out why our potion didn't work on him." he tied his tie. "It appears that he immune to the ingredients. Datura, to be exact. It's a rare anomaly."

"So, we need to change a recipe?"

"According to the book i found on it, people with immunity to datura tend to have higher resistance to the plants who give similar effect too. No matter how much we will enhance the brew with magic it won't help in his case."

"Creating memory altering spell is out of question too i guess?"

"I doubt we can perform it correctly." Ryan corrected his glasses. "I'm going to contact someone who can help me in searching for alternative ways to resolve this little problem. Until then he is under your watch, ok?"

"Of course daddy." Bonnie tried to sound much less interested in it than she actually was.

"Good." he put the jacket on and smiled kindly to her. "Wait me in a car, i'll be in a minute."

Ron came early to the school today. There was a good reason for it. In the chaos and mess that was the day before he totally forgot about his back bag. He sneaked up in the boy's locker room and retrieved it before anybody noticed carnaged metal door of the small space he was temporary imprisoned in. He went back to his locker to change some books before classes start.

"Hey." Bonnie appeared near him.

"H-hey." Ron answered, stuttering.

Silence found its place between these two. They looked at each other's eyes quietly for several seconds.

"I'll… go to the class…" Ron closed his locker and warily went down the hallway.

Bonnie sighed deeply and, with a low growl, smashed her head into the nearest metal locker door.

'Couldn't even start a conversation! Stupid! That what i get for isolating myself from being social for several years!' she berated herself in her head.

"Uhm…" some boy approached her carefully. "That's my locker …"

Bonnie swiftly turned her head and stared at poor guy, giving him an unhealthy dose of chills on the spine.

"It's fine, i'll get my stuff later." boy retreated behind the nearest corner.

Bonnie, feeling even worse now, went towards the class. She sat at her desk, with Ron sitting right behind her. Soon class started, and while old-aged teacher spend her breath trying to educate young minds, Bonnie just looked blankly at the sky through a dusty window.

'I did spoke with him yesterday, right?' she thought, following louds with her eyes. 'Why i can't do it during school classes then? No, no. I can. I will! I just need to find a good start for conversation. Heya, you know i kinda want to have somebody to hang around... sounds to pathetic. From now on you are under my watch… too forceful. Who knew that it would be awkward to talk with someone you basically kidnapped, tied up and promised to knock the memories out of…'

"Rockwaller!" an old woman put Bonnie out of her thoughts. "Tell me: how long did the Civil War last?"

"Far longer than it should have?" Bonnie answered on a whim.

"It wasn't a philosophical question. This is History class, so please pay more attention to what i say." with that said teacher continued her lecture.

Ron was in a highest level of uncomfortable today. His hopes that yesterday was just a bad dream were utterly crushed by the fact that the locker door in boy's locker room still had claw marks on in, and by a really awkward morning encounter with witch girl. His life recently was like an ever-growing clump of snow, rolling down the slope. And Ron was a step ahead from the breaking point. Despite feeling weak and powerless he continued to push himself forward and he didn't know how long he can last like that.

Gathering all courage left inside him he decided to meet the most dangerous task he could in High School. Since he didn't have anything pre-packed with him for lunch, so the only other option was to dive in the mysteries of school diner. Ron took a food tray and looked at the different food it offered. After taking some time to decide he stopped at corndogs nuggets, sweet potato fries, and a butter roll. He scanned the lunch room with his eyes to find a table for himself. Despite place being really crowded there was one table fully available, near the garbage bin. Ron sat there, thankful for an absence of stench from the trash, and tried some potato fries. It was seriously undersalted, but at least edible.

"Hey again" Bonnie sat across him putting her tray on a table.

"He…khm…" Ron almost choked on a potato fry. "Hey."

"Listen, i think we started on a wrong foot yesterday." she spoke a bit awkwardly.

"Yeah, you can say that…" Ron involuntary remembered yesterday's events again.

"So, how about we start over. Like introduce ourselves properly to each other. Since, you know, we stuck together for some time. I'm Bonnie Rockwaller."

"Ron Stoppable." he put a little smile on, trying to lessen a small freak out he had inside.

"That's better." Bonnie looked at his tray. "Good choice of food."

"Ehm, thanks."

"A little warning. If you'll ever see tuna or ham in the menu, avoid it like your life is on stake, mostly because it is."

Meanwhile, several tables farther, cheerleading squad enjoyed their meal together.

"Hey look." Hope pointed at the table near the trash bin. "Weirdo found herself a friend."

Kim choked on her orange juice as she looked at the pointed direction and started to cough.

"Kimmie are you ok?" Tara asked her worriedly.

"Fine…I'm fine…" Kim made a deep breathe. "Juice went the wrong way, that's it."

"Anyhow, isn't that the new guy with her?" Marcella noticed.

"Yeah, looks like it." Cristal said, putting her lettuce sandwich down. "I wonder why she decided to speak with him?"

"Yeah, i don't remember her saying any more than 2 words to anyone besides the teachers since, like, ever." Jessica said.

"Come to think of it, we don't know jack about the new guy." Liz commented. "I mean, maybe he is a weirdo too."

"Come on girls, stop being so harsh." Tara cut in the conversation. "She might be antisocial, but that doesn't mean that he is weird for talking with her."

'Thank you Tara!' Kim thought in her head. 'Maybe i can salvage at least some reputation for Ron…'

"Oh please!" Hope rolled her eyes. "She scared Gus Dunkson half to death this morning. Only a weirdo can talk with that basket case."

'And give it to Hope to ruin everything.' Kim's brow twitched.

"Anyway, what do you think about it Kim?" Marcella asked her.

"Not my problem, i don't care." Kim shrugged off nonchalantly.

"True, but come on, we all like to gossip time to time." Crystal pointed. "Just give us your two cents."

"Well, if you insist so much." Kim leaned on the back of the chair. "It's his second day in Middleton high, so he doesn't know what's what yet. Give him time before judging."

"I agree." Tara supported her.

"It's because you have a thing for guys with big ears." Liz smirked.

"And you know what they say about guys who have big ears." Marcy followed.

"That saying is about big feet. And i don't have a thing for big ears!" Tara's face became more pinkish from a blush, while girls giggled loudly.

A confusing feel overwhelmed Ron, as he tried to understand the person in front of him. He was somewhat scared of her, considering not so pleasant kidnapping and forced talk from her father. And he did remember how frustrated she was when she found out that he was under her watch from now on. SO her being, for a lack of other words, friendly was pretty alarming.

"I bet you have a lot of questions after the stuff you saw." Bonnie spoke to him. "You are free to ask, if you want."

"Uhm, isn't it bad to discuss that near people?" Ron asked. "I thought it supposed to be your secret or something."

"It's ok, no one can hear us anyway, unless they hide inside that trash bin." she pointed at the thing. "Just need to pay attention to who's around and it'll be fine. And i also have some potion, just for a case."

"I see." Ron ate a piece of a corndog nugget. "So, uhm , a question... i don't have any right now…"

"You met a witch and you don't have any questions? Yeah, right." she gave a short laugh. "Come on, i'm not going to transform you into the frog for a wrong question or anything."

Ron just quietly ate another nugget and looked to the side.

"Wait a second." her eyes widened. "You aren't afraid of me. Are you?"

"Y-yeah." he answered quietly still avoiding eye contact. "More than you think."

"Oh, i…i see." her voice cracked for a second. "Well, not surprising i guess. Sorry i took your time, if you'll want to ask anything just pass me a memo or something…"

Bonnie stood from the table and darted out of the lunch room. She ran into girl's bathroom and locked herself in one of the cabins. No matter how much she wanted, she couldn't allow herself to cry, even now.

'Of course he is scared, every normal human probably would be too. And there goes my hopes. Damn it. Hold yourself together. You tried, that counts. I think. And now it's even more awkward than before. Good job me.'

As Ron was finishing his meal alone, he couldn't stop a gut-wrenching feeling he had. A deep regret settled in his head and refused to leave.

'I'm an asshole.' he thought, while munching a butter roll. 'First person to at least try to be friendly with me, and i shove her away. Well, it WAS pretty scary experience… No, that doesn't make what i did any better.'

With some heaviness in his chest he went to the chemistry class. Bonnie was already there, sky watching through a window as always. She heard him sit behind her. Both didn't spoke a single word to each other.

"Hello children." a bubbly middle-age chemistry teacher started the class. "As promised you we are going to perform a little experiment today. Now, found yourself a partner and let's start."

'That's my chance!' Ron suddenly realized.

"Uhm, Bonnie…" he tapped her shoulder lightly, making her turn with a slightly confused look. "Do… do you want to pair up on this?"

"Sure." she agreed, still trying to understand guy's sudden mood switch.

Ron stacked their desks together, as Bonnie brought glass tubes and a burner from the shelves.

"I'm sorry, for what i said earlier…" Ron gave her an awkward smile. "I didn't mean it like that."

"It's fine." Bonnie answered quietly enough for people around couldn't hear. "All this must be really freaky for you."

"Well yeah. But still, it doesn't excuse me, considering you tried to act kindly towards me, and i brushed it off." he made a small breathe to calm his nerves a bit. "If you alright with that, i do have some questions in mind. Maybe we could talk after classes, if you ok with that of course."

"Sure." a small smile appeared on her face.

They did chemistry work together. An uncomfortable feeling still stood between them, but it felt like a small opening appeared in it.

In the Middleton Town Library, at his office, head librarian Ryan Rockwaller sat in the chair with a business card in his hand. It's been some time since he called on this number, but it was the only person he knew who can help him at this point. Ryan took his phone and dialed the contact from the card. Pre-recorded voice of a woman came from the speaker: "If you hear this message it means i'm currently on hunting. Leave your request after the signal. And pray i'll find what you said important, or my next hunt will be on you.". Long beep followed those words.

"This is Ryan Rockwaller. We worked on several cases together before. I need your help with a witness i have. I can't alter his memory through my potion, and i don't want to hurt him with the spell. I want to know if there any other ways to deal with this problem. I know you have enough connection to get me information i need. Contact me as soon as you can."

Ryan hung up the call and put a piece of pasteboard in his wallet. On this card, above the contact number, stood words: "B. Director – hunter."

Bonnie strolled down the Middleton streets with Ron by her side. In school they barely spoke to each other, one, two word phrases at best. Despite that, they actually felt more at ease around each other now, compared to their morning meeting.

"So…" Ron instinctively put a hand on his neck. "Did you found out what is wrong with me?"

"Dad told me that you have immunity to one of the ingredients to the potion. It will take some time to find other solution."

"How long?"

"Have no idea, honestly." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sure dad will find something to resolve this."

"I hope he will take a peaceful route. I don't want to end up ribbitting in some pond."

"Oh, come on! That was a joke!" Bonnie exclaimed, feeling bad. "I can't turn people into frog, and as far as i know dad can't too!"

"Alright alright, i believe you." he chuckled at her outburst. "But still, your father is terrifying."

"Really? He won't harm a puppy. I saw him knock out a hellhound once, but a puppy, never."

"Now you are just messing with me."

"Maybe." she smirked.

"Speaking of terrifying, what was that thing yesterday?"

"A gremlin." Bonnie started to explain. "Mischievous bastards, like to dismantle stuff. I think school bus is broken because of him too. Also they have really sharp claws on hands and feet."

"Tell me about it, if they were any longer my insides would be outside." Ron shuddered from his thought.

"Why were you in the locker anyway?" she asked out of curiosity.

"I got some disagreement with the guys who pestered some other guy in the hallway."

"Really? You were caught by bullies at your first day in school?"

"Pretty much."

"And they just locked you there? Assholes!" she noticed a pair of swings on a playground nearby. "Wanna sit down?"

He nodded, and they sat on cold sits of the swings. Lucky for them the playground was empty at the moment, so they could continue speak openly.

"You know, it supposed to be my first solo work." Bonnie slowly swung back and forth. "Dad usually does all the work by himself, occasionally taking me with him."

"Sorry." Ron apologized to her.

"Nah, not your fault really. Well, maybe just a bit. If i hadn't been distracted by your fall, i probably would at least knock that gremlin out."

"That wind thing you did looked cool by the way."

"Gust spell was the first one i managed to create." Bonnie smiled with pride.

"You created it?" Ron was surprised by it.

"Yeah. I had to create almost all my spells myself." she slowed down her swinging. "Witches are the only who can actually create spells. People with any magical ability can use those spells if they also possess some item that has a magical imprint of the witch, like a grimoire, or some very personal thing, but they can't create anything new. They lack the Voice of a Witch for that."

"That echo-like one?" he saw her nod in confirmation. "I see. What's a grimoire?"

"It's notes of a witch, all her spells and experience written down. Usually knowledge from it is passed to the next generation. Descendants of the witches can use his or her spells without any extra items, since they possess their blood technically."

"Do you have one? Grimoire, i mean."

"Yeah, it's in my room. And, honestly, it's really thin." she hanged her head.

"Is it bad?" he asked her carefully.

"Considering i can't use any spells beside mine, yeah, it's bad."

"Wait, you said earlier that witches can use spells of their parents, grandparents, etc."

"Yeah, too bad my whole witch clan was annihilated five years ago along with their grimoires."

"An-…" Ron gulped. "Annihilated?"

"Traditionally witches of our clan were gathering once in every four years, along with their grimoires for a big family reunion, to show off what they added to the clan spell pot, and just to meet some relatives they missed. Five years ago there was a gathering like that. Mom and my sisters went there, but dad stayed home with me, since i caught a nasty flu and couldn't go. The building they were holding a meeting in was burned to the ground, no survivors."

Ron suddenly went beyond pale. His heartbeat increased, nausea feeling went stronger and stronger.

"Hey!" Bonnie noticed the change. "Are you alright?"

"I'm…" Ron gulped some saliva. "Sorry, give me a minute, and i'll be fine."

"I'll be right back."

Bonnie went away from the playground towards a convenience store nearby. She ran back a minute later with a bottle of water in her hands.

"Here." she stretched her hand with bottle towards him. "Drink some."

Ron nodded in appreciation and took the bottle. While he made several big gulps from it, Bonnie sat back at her swings, looking at him with concern.

"Ron, i know it's probably not my place to ask but…have you lost anyone recently?"

He stopped drinking and looked back at her, shocked and confused.

"How…"

"Your face, it reminded me how dad looked back then." she explained.

"I'm sorry i…don't want to talk…about…"

"It's ok." she said in calm tone.

"Thank you." he drank the rest of the water in one go.

"No problem"

"Your dad…what about his grimoire." Ron just decided to continue former conversation.

"Dad is a special case." she followed him. "He was born in normal family, and found out that he has an ability of a witch in his teen age. Apparently one of his ancestors long time ago was a witch, and it just passed to him. My clan found it out and took him under their wing. Dad's magic isn't that strong on its own, but his power in the control. The longer spells have more complexity, and power. But they are also requiring high level of control. Dad can cast it like nobodies' business. This also allows him to create different magical goods. He taught me couple simple ones, but most of his spells are too hard for me, yet. I still can't cast anything longer than one word."

"So the thing he used on me yesterday was actually made by him?"

"What thing?" Bonnie asked him.

"Some paper with weird symbols…"

"He used Truth Talisman on you?" Bonnie suddenly burst out. "No wonder you are terrified of us! He straight up interrogated you. I'm going to have a little talk with him at the dinner!"

"In his defense it's not easy to believe that i just dropped from the locker room in the right timing to be noticed by you. Heck, even i can't comprehend why they actually found an idea of locking me in there good in any way."

"Who did it with you anyway?"

"Some jocks, they were wearing sport jackets. The one who was in charge has spiky hair."

"His name is Daemon. He is quarterback at school team, dates cheerleader's captain." Bonnie explained. "Also he's a biggest jerk in Middleton High."

"Wait… HE dates cheerleader's captain?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yeah, Kim Possible." Bonnie answered. "She's in the same classes as we are."

'Great, just great.' Ron thought and finished his water in several big gulps.

"Any more questions?" she asked him.

"Nah, i'm good for today." he smiled wearily. "Sorry for…asking about your family and all."

"It's fine." Bonnie jumped of the swings. "It's actually feels quite liberating to talk about it after all this time. For several years i allowed myself to spend more than ten seconds on conversation only with my father you know?"

"Really? Why?" Ron stood from the swings and threw empty bottle in the bin.

"Just to be safe." Bonnie stretched her shoulders. "Having a secret, and all that. It's easier not to let anyone close to me, than lie to their faces, and wipe their memories. Less stress you know. It's easier with you, since you saw me in all glory already."

"But…you'll have to erase my memory eventually, right?"

"True, but…" she tuned to him and smiled. "I can enjoy the ride while it's available."

Her weird optimism made him chuckle.

"Uhm, sorry, but i actually got one more question." he put smile back on his face.

"Shoot."

"Where are we?"

"You don't know?" Bonnie was genuinely surprised.

"I barely know this town, honestly. Moved here couple days ago."

"In that case, how about a little tour around?" Bonnie offered her help.

"Sure." Ron accepted almost immediately.

"Cool." she smiled at him again. "I know one mexican place here, they make the best taco around."

Under the cover of the night gremlin freely pranced through Middleton High hallway, right towards half broken wending machine. As soon as he was going to tear up another piece from it a loud bang came from somewhere nearby. One bang followed by another, and was added by a screeching sound, like something was tearing the metal apart. Gremlin became furious, since it was his right to broke stuff around here, and no one else's. He quickly ran towards the source of the commotion. However as soon as Gremlin caught a view of what caused the noise he stopped and hissed at it. Another creature stood there, at least twice as big, with long snout, red eyes showing through a wooden mask, and black horns. It stood on two long feet, hunched. Palms of this creature looked like enlarged thin human ones, with a long strong nails at the end of every finger. After meeting eye to eye with shuddering from pure fear gremlin, creature turned towards the exit and ran out of school area, leaving poor little guy alone again.