I do not own Kim Possible.

Not-So-Good Morning

Since Ron and Kim arrived at the prison just after dinner, they spent the remainder of the day chatting softly and lounging in their cots. Kim didn't think she would be able to sleep, but she found herself dozing off. When morning came, she was greeted with a cold blast of water to the face.

She jolted upwards, coughing and spluttering. She scrubbed at her eyes and looked wildly around the room. A familiar cackling reached her ears and she glared at the small, rectangular plexiglass window. There was a bottle-cap sized hole burnt into the material and a trail of water droplets leading to her bed.

"What is this?"

"It's water, Princess," said Shego with a roll of her eyes. She appeared in the frame and wiggled a half-empty bottle.

"Thanks for the wake-up call," grumbled Kim, rolling over and throwing an arm over her head.

It was a few minutes later when there was the clanking of keys in locks as the cell doors were opened. "Up and at 'em!" the guard called. "You know the drill!"

Kim's stomach gave a quiet rumble. She didn't know what kind of food could be found in a prison cafeteria, but she suspected it would be no better than what was usually found in a high school cafeteria. Which meant it was going to be far from edible and completely rank, but she'd have to deal.

"Ron, time to get up." Kim swung her legs over the side of her bed and went to shake Ron's shoulder. "It's breakfast time."

Ron groaned and reluctantly sat up, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "Do I have to?" he whined.

"Well, no, but I seriously doubt you can go a whole week without food."

"Fair point." He glanced through the bars and recoiled when he found Monkey Fist glowering at him. "Has he been staring at me all night?" he asked fearfully.

"I don't know. I hope not. That'd be uber creepy."

"Are we really going out there? With all of them?"

"I don't know about you, but I am. I'm starving and I'll eat anything. Well, anything within reason. Besides, I can handle these guys, and it's not like we're alone."

The guard opened their door next and he regarded them with a beaming smile. "Good morning, Miss Possible and Mr. Stoppable!" He caught the wet spot on the front of Kim's chest and furrowed his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing much," dismissed Kim. "But I don't suppose there's a spare jumpsuit I could have?"

"Of course. Come with me."

"Wait, wait!" yipped Ron. "What about me?"

The door to his cell was left wide open. As another guard let Monkey Fist free, Ron lunged forwards and slammed his cell shut. Monkey Fist grinned widely at him. "What's wrong, Stoppable? Aren't you hungry?"

"Not anymore," he whimpered.

…

Shego scraped the burnt crumbs off her toast before taking a bite. It was as dry and brittle as always, but she forced it down before moving on to the beige-coloured porridge. She periodically glanced around the dining hall, but could not spot the two teens. "Hey Dr. D, have you seen Kimmie or the buffoon?"

Drakken squinted off into a corner of the room and gestured with a spoonful of mushy brown cereal. "Well, there's one. She's pretty brave to enter a roomful of her enemies."

There was grudging respect in his tone and Shego had to concur. She hooked her fingers in the sleeve on his jumpsuit and dragged him over to where Kim was sitting by herself. The redhead tensed at the clatter of trays against the tabletop and she glanced at them warily.

"I really don't want any trouble."

"Neither do I," grumbled Drakken. "I just want a pudding. Ow!"

"Mention the stupid pudding one more time and you'll be part of the décor," Shego warned. She turned to Kim and smirked. "How's prison life treating you?"

"How bad are the bags under my eyes?"

"Oh, super obvious."

"Then about as well as I expected. Except no one has tried to kill me yet, so actually better than I expected."

"Where's your sidekick?"

"In our cell. I tried getting him to come with me but he refuses to come out." Kim poked at a hash brown and wrinkled her nose at the texture.

"Go get him."

"Aren't you listening?" asked Kim in exasperation. "I said he doesn't want to come out."

"He's gotta eat at some point."

Kim rolled her eyes. "You just want to see him squirm."

"Duh."

"I'll try one more time," she said with a sigh. She left behind her tray of food and the guards stationed at the exit tipped their caps at her as she passed. She went to their cell block and found Ron sprawled out on his cot. "Knock knock," she said teasingly, lightly rapping her knuckles against the metal bars.

"You done eating already?" asked Ron, promptly sitting up.

"Nope. You sure you don't want to eat with me?"

"Today doesn't really feel like a day to die."

"The guards aren't going to let them hurt you," assured Kim. "And if it helps, Shego doesn't want to hurt you. She just wants to see you squirm."

Ron made a face. "Rude. But I can handle some squirming."

Kim collected a nearby guard to let Ron out and they made their way back to the dining hall together. Ron paled when he noticed Monkey Fist at the table with Drakken and Shego and Kim gripped his hand. "You'll be fine," she said softly.

They took their seats and Shego grinned widely. "Not so bad, right, Stoppable?"

"I'm gonna need to be here for a few more seconds before I answer that," muttered Ron nervously, stealing a hash brown from Kim's tray. When Monkey Fist stared steadily at him without saying a word, he exclaimed, "Dude, do I have something on my face or what? Your staring is majorly freaking me out."

With quick, nimble reflexes Monkey Fist scooped up Kim's bowl of porridge and smacked it directly in Ron's face. It was hot against his skin and he screamed in pain, falling out of his chair. "Yes, actually, there is something on your face," said Monkey Fist with a smirk.

"Ron!" Kim knelt by his side and handed him some napkins. As he frantically wiped away the porridge, Kim stood and glowered at the smug monkey man. "Not smart."

She grabbed the plastic shaker of salt and shook a cloud directly into his eyes. Monkey Fist cried out, stumbling backwards and rubbing them furiously. A pair of guards approached the table and seized Monkey Fist by the arms.

"Is everything all right?" the guard asked urgently.

"No!" yelped Ron, staggering to his feet. "He tried to blind me with porridge!"

"More like he tried to scald you with porridge," said Shego with a snicker.

"You'll regret this, Kimberly!" howled Monkey Fist as he was dragged out of the dining hall.

Kim was suddenly aware of the dozens of stares trained on her and she hastily sat back in her seat, ducking her head down. "I thought you didn't want trouble," asked Drakken with a raised brow.

"I don't," muttered Kim. "But he attacked Ron. With porridge."

"My face! It's melting!"

Kim seized her tray, threw out the remains of her breakfast, and set it in the large dish tub. She grabbed Ron by the shirt and led him over to the water fountain, where he promptly began to douse his face. "You okay?" she asked in concern.

"Could be better. Could be worse. Basically so-so," said Ron, his words gurgling slightly from the water.

Someone tapped Kim on the shoulder and she turned to see the warden. "You have a visitor, Miss Possible." He glanced at Ron, who was submerging his head rather than drinking, and asked in bewilderment, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Stoppable?"

"Slight altercation with one of the inmates. Would you mind taking him to the infirmary?"

The warden's eyes sharpened. "Which inmate?"

"Monkey!" wailed Ron.

"Monkey Fist," confirmed Kim. "But I think the guards already took care of him."

"I apologize for letting harm befall him under my watch," said the warden grimly.

"Honestly? So not. I think he's overreacting."

"So not!"

The warden personally escorted Ron to the infirmary and Kim went to the visitor's center of the prison. She wasn't sure who her visitor could be, for she had told her parents not to come and check on her. She didn't want them near the prison if she could help it and it wasn't like she was in any real danger.

She was just surrounded by her greatest enemies. In a tightly enclosed facility.

Not completely dangerous, anyway.

Her low mood only nose-dived when she discovered who had decided to grace her with their presence. She picked up the phone and said dryly, "To what do I owe this honour?"

Jubilancy radiated from Bonnie as she regarded Kim through the glass divider. "Please. Like I'd miss this."

"Did you just come to gloat?"

"Oh yeah. By the way? Orange is so not a good colour on you."

"I don't suppose you'd let me go home early out of the goodness of your heart."

Bonnie tapped a finger against her chin, but Kim was not fooled by her contemplative expression. "Heck no," she finally answered with a wide smirk. "This is an opportunity of a lifetime." She whipped her cell phone from her pocket and snapped a quick picture, the flash momentarily blinding the redhead. "Middleton High's website will love this."

"Bonnie! Don't you dare!"

Bonnie departed with a cackle and a finger wave. Kim slammed her fist against the counter with a groan and she slumped back to her cell. Ron arrived a few minutes later and he collapsed in his cot. "Monkey Fist is gonna kill us."

"I might not mind that," she said bitterly. "Otherwise I'm going to have to endure being the laughingstock of Middleton High. No, the world!"

Ron looked at her in disbelief. "A deranged monkey man is going to come after us and you're worried about your reputation?"

"Right. Because a deranged monkey man has never come after us before," said Kim flatly.

"Okay, I know you're in a bad mood, but there's no need to be so sarcastic."