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Nobility

Chapter 3 It's Official

"Bonnie, how long are you gonna be in there?" Tara yelled through the bathroom door. "The girls should be arriving any minute now and I promised Mr. Barkin I wouldn't leave you alone for very long."

"Just give me a tick!"

"You've been in there for over a half hour," Tara whined. "That's like a few thousand ticks."

"Damn DAMN DAMN! POSITIVE!" Bonnie flung open the door and stomped down the hallway to her room. She was moving so fast the heliotrope-hued robe she was wearing tailed up above her bare bottom. Tara cringed as she actually felt the bedroom door slam shut behind the brunette.

The blue-eyed teen tentatively entered the bathroom and looked around. Tara gasped when she saw the empty box and a white plastic stick sitting on top of the toilet tank. She snatched up the small white wand and saw a big blue plus sign on it. "Oh snap," Tara uttered, rushed out of the bathroom and ran to her friend. She found Bonnie lying on her bed crying into her pillow. "Bonnie I..." Tara jumped onto the bed, laid down next to the brunette and lovingly stroked Bonnie's back. "What can I say?"

Bonnie's sobs subsided as she turned to Tara and sniffled, "What is there to say? I brought this on myself."

Tara reached over, grabbed a box of tissues and offered before she took one herself. "Who's the father? Is it Kevin?"

"I'm not sure," Bonnie wiped her eyes and blew her nose, "I think so. Kev and I have been together for six or seven weeks now but Brick and I spent the whole weekend in bed before he took off for college. That was less than a month ago so I don't think it could be his." Bonnie saw the confusion in her friend's face. "Brick would always pull out before he'd let loose." Bonnie paused to blow her nose again. "If you remember, Kevin and I started off hot and heavy and I thought we were cautious enough. I mean, I'm on the pill and he uses protection most of the time." She smiled weakly, "Sometimes we use em up too fast and I kinda love the feeling of, it in me."

Tara sat up, crossed her arms and frowned. "Bonnie, you know you never take your pills regularly. You usually throw half the prescription away when you get your refill. Condoms and the Rhythm Method aren't one hundred percent reliable either but doing it without any form of protection is really stupid."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Well, first you should set up a doctors appointment since those home tests aren't totally accurate," Tara said as she hitched a thumb toward the bathroom. "Maybe you got one from a bad batch. It's rare, but it does happen."

"I thought about that so I bought four different brands." Bonnie opened her hand and showed her friend three other white sticks of various shapes and sizes. "They're all positive. That and the vision I got from Stoppable confirms it. I'm pregnant!"

"Was that what the vision showed you?" Tara said in realization.

Bonnie nodded and smiled a little as she grabbed another tissue and dabbed at her tears. "I saw myself very pregnant while putting on my cap and gown for graduation. Either that or I'll have gained like a hundred pounds or gotten a huge beer gut."

"We both know you hate beer," Tara laughed. "You only drink expensive wine or twenty year old Scotch." Tara's face soured. "How you ever developed a taste for Scotch I'll never know."

Bonnie cackled long and loud for what seemed to her like the first time in ages. "It's what Dad drinks." A smile graced her face as she reminisced, "When I was little he used to let me play on the carpet while he worked in his home office. I used to sneak a sip when he was preoccupied."

"His idea of quality time with his daughter?" Tara ventured as she bounced on the bed into a cross-legged sitting position and straightened her own robe.

"Yeah," Bonnie said wistfully as she rolled onto her back and gazed up at the ceiling, "but at least I got to see him. It was more than Connie or Lonnie got. I think that's why they ride me so hard all the time. I was Daddy's little Bon Bon."

"I thought you hated that name."

Bonnie sighed. "Dad is the only one I'll let call me that. When Mom calls me Bon Bon it seems so insincere, almost condescending. I think she uses that name out of spite since I got to spend more time with Daddy than she did."

"Where's you're Father now?" Tara queried and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Is he still with the CIA?"

Bonnie nodded, flipped over and reached under the bed. She pulled out a lidded plastic storage box, popped the top off and showed her friend it was full of mail with foreign stamps. "He writes me at least twice a month. In his last letter he said he's been transfered to Lisbon." Bonnie's hand lovingly stroked across the neatly filed letters. "Sometimes I wish I could..." She wistfully wafted off into dreamy contemplation.

"Could what?"

Bonnie shook her head. "No, I don't think I'll tell you that fantasy."

"Why not," Tara said as she sat up straight and folded her arms across her chest with a pouted. "I know all your secrets, Mommy."

Bonnie scowled at her dear friend before breaking down in a giggle. "I guess I can trust you." Bonnie rolled onto her back and peered up at no particular point on the ceiling. "I sometimes wonder if... if I could become friends with Kim and Ron. If I could earn their trust maybe I could start helping them on missions and..." Bonnie flopped over on her stomach and buried her face in a pillow.

"And maybe one day you would end up in, say, Lisbon?" Tara guessed correctly, "and you could visit your Dad when the mission was over?"

Bonnie nodded from her prone position on the bed. She sat up in shock when she heard the front door bell chime. "Oh, sheep shank! I so don't want to face the girls right now!"

"You stay here." Tara bounced off the bed, snugged the terry belt on her robe and headed for the door. "I'll take care of them."

Bonnie watched as Tara slipped out the door and heard her friend take the stairs in her usual lilting bounce. Bonnie crept over to the bedroom door and listened as Tara opened the front door. "Hi guys. Sorry to bring you over for a false alarm. Bonnie got all blubbery over something Kevin said or did to her and, well, she's finally asleep. I don't think we should disturb her."

"It's not like Bonnie to break down over some guy," dark-haired Marcella said.

"I don't know the whole story," Tara confessed to the girls, "but I think Kevin was going on and on about the football game and how cute one of the Outerton cheerleaders was. I know Kevin had something to do with it, and I think it's that time of the month."

The girls all nodded and voiced their understanding. Liz spoke up. "If that's the case maybe we should leave Bonnie alone. I'd hate to be in the line of fire when her mood swings over to the dark side." All the girls agreed with the redhead. "Besides, I have a date with James tonight. He promised to take me to see the new chick flick, Throbs of Desire."

"How'd you get James to promise that?" Marcella implored. "I've been begging Henry to take me to see it."

Liz giggled. "I told him he wouldn't get any more lovin until I get to see my movie."

The girls all nodded and agreed that Liz was correct in pulling out The Big Threat in order to see that particular film. They bade their good byes and headed off. Tara returned upstairs and marched proudly into Bonnie's bedroom.

"Thanks T," Bonnie sighed, "that was perfect. A good excuse that's just vague enough to be believable yet totally not a lie."

Tara took a bow before sitting on the bed. "I thought it went okay. I used something like it when Mom wanted to know why Kenny wasn't hanging around anymore. Right after I dumped him for Jason and I was in a sour mood."

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Kim and Ron were seated opposite each other at the Possible kitchen table doing their homework. Ron was hunched over a text book. He would peer at it for a few seconds then write something down in a notebook. After writing a sentence Ron would quickly return to the book and read some more. Then he'd write. Then he'd read. Kim watched as Ron's attention focused first on the book then on his notes. She waited for a few minutes before she cleared her throat. Kim got no reaction from Ron so she cleared her throat again. This time a lot louder.

Ron, not looking up from his studies, asked, "You need a throat lozenge KP? I thing there's one or two at the bottom of my backpack." He continued scribbling as he reached out and shoved the battered bag to her.

"No Ron," Kim said with concern, "I was trying to get your attention. I wanted to know when you were going to turn the page and not go over the same material for a third time!"

Ron looked at the notebook in front of him and scratched his head. "I was wondering why it was getting easier to understand."

"This can't go on Ron. You're so distracted over The Bonnie Vision you're not getting your homework done."

"Yeah," Ron tittered and held up the text book, "but at least I'll know what's on page four twenty by heart."

"Wait a minute," Kim pondered as she chewed on the end of her pencil. "You said it happened a month and a half ago. Six weeks, six, weeks. And I heard Bonnie got really upset over the news. AHA!" She raised the pencil in triumph.

Ron stood up and waved his hands in vehement denial. "NO NO NO! THAT'S NOT IT, BONNIE'S NOT PREGNANT!! NO NO... no, she's not..." Ron began to lose steam as he realized what he was saying, "preg... she's... no. Oh, No!" The last two words came out in a shaky groaning exclamation.

"Bonnie's PREGNANT!" Kim gasped, totally K.O.'ed by the news.

"Yeah I guess," Ron nervously tittered as he rubbed the back of his neck and sat down, "if you believe the Mystical Monkey vision."

"You've always been right before!" Kim almost crawled over the table to get closer to Ron as she begged, "Tell me about it! What did you see!?"

Ron laughed. "I saw Bonnie in her cap and gown and her belly was out to here!" He exaggerated and held both hands three feet from his stomach. "She looked good but the graduation gown didn't cover up the fact that she was pregnant, especially with the way she struggled to get out of her chair." Ron smiled. "By the way, it's gonna rain on graduation day and the ceremony will get moved into the gym."

"I believe you Ron," Kim said in shock as she plopped back in her seat. "Bonnie, pregnant!" Kim shook her head to get her mind back to the here and now. "But why are you so upset about it?"

"KP, Hello!" Ron chastised his girlfriend, "we're the good guys! We're suppose to help those in trouble. I know it's Bonnie and all but we need to help her. I just don't know what to do. How can we help her KP?"

"The question isn't what we can do, it's if she'd accept our help," Kim spoke in disgust. "You may have moved part way up the Food Chain when you started to play football but you still don't rank highly with her in the other departments to even cause a blip on her Food Chain radar. Bonnie will never listen to you unless you change your clothes, your hair, your... your whole attitude! Face it Ron. You'll never get close enough to help unless you change your motto. I hate to say it but you'll have to become normal to rate with her enough to help."

"THAT'S IT!" Ron yelped as he quickly rose from the table.

"What's it?" Kim queried.

"You and Monique have been tryin to get me to dress better, " Ron said in deep thought, tapping an index finger to his chin. "Maybe if I started dressing better Bonnie'll make nice with us."

"It's worth a shot." Kim arose from the table. "Let's go over to your house and see what's in your closet."