Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Bonnie is left boyfriend-less for her Senior year of High School. The Gods of Animation (yours truly is one of them) conspire to make that problem go away... Maybe. I don't own the rights to the series Kim Possible. The Walt Disney Company owns all those legal things so I receive nothing for my toils here. This is just a hobby of mine.

Bon Bon and the Food Chain

Chapter 5

"I liked the artwork you've done on these transparencies," Ron said holding up a few filmy pages as he sat on the floor next to Bonnie's desk. "Ill remember to stop by the A/V department and get an overhead projector on my way to class Monday. Where'd you get em done?"

"I went to that open-all-night stationary store downtown," Bonnie said from her desk chair as she edited their report. "I can't believe they were so busy that I had to wait in line for fifteen minutes at three in the morning."

"You stood in line?" Ron begged in disbelief.

"Yes, why?"

"Cause you told me earlier you hadn't worn any clothes since I left yesterday except for Shabbat. Did you stand in line in the altogether?" Ron let out a boyish snicker at the idea of Bonnie standing around in a public store with no clothes on.

"No, but as a matter of fact," Bonnie paused in her editing and tittered, "I drove there in the nude and put on a skirt and t-shirt before I went in then I immediately took them off when I got back out to the car."

"Really?" Ron's eye's lit up, "Kinky!"

"It's only kinky the first time you do it," Bonnie laughed. "I just love to drive around town at night in the buff with the top down. The wind is blowing all around me, caressing my body. It's so calming. I feel so... free."

"I know what you mean," Ron said nonchalantly as he started to peruse the pages coming off the printer.

"Wait a minute!" Bonnie turned in her chair and faced Ron. "You've driven around town buck naked? On that little blue putt putt scooter of yours?"

"Nope, not on Old Blue," Ron shook his head as he stretched out his legs on the floor at her feet, "but KP and I had to sky dive to a lair on a tropical island one time and I lost my pants on the way out of the plane."

"So?"

"I was going commando that day," Ron groaned. "Luckily Kim was able to tie together a few palm leaves so I could continue with the mission. On the way down I felt so... unrestrained." The look on Ron's face said it all to Bonnie. She knew he had experienced near-Nirvana.

"Hmmm. Nude sky diving," Bonnie pondered aloud as she fingered her chin with a digit, "I've always wanted to try that. Do you want to go with me sometime?"

"I'd love to do that Bon Bon?" Ron laughed aloud. He suddenly caught what he said, back-peddled across the floor to the foot of the bed and cringed into a ball, curling up in fear. "BONNIE, I mean BONNIE! I didn't mean to call you Bon Bon! It just slipped out!"

"That's okay Ron Ron," she giggled at his distress. "You can call me Bon Bon but only when we're alone. I don't want anyone else calling me that, okay?"

"Sure Bon Bon," Ron smiled as he crawled back over and faced her.

"And if we become very close friends I'd be willing to walk down the hallways of Middleton High arm-in-arm with you... even naked if you ask me to."

"That'd be a sight," Ron chuckled at the mental image. "You and me walking down the halls, naked as a pair of jaybirds. That'd give Mr. B a heart attack fer sure."

Bonnie took the last few pages off the printer and scanned them. "Our report is done Ron. Can you tell me your decision now?"

"Yes, I guess I can," Ron frowned and let our a heavy sigh. "I think it'd be asking to much to ask you to go up against the Food Chain at school just so you and I could become friends... with benefits or not. The whole school would tear you apart so, I guess my answer is no."

Bonnie sulked and pouted as she got up and paced the room for a minute before she sat down on the floor in front of him. "I understand your concerns for me Ron. It's noble of you to think of others before yourself." She held up her hand to stop the protest he was about to mount. "I know you're a selfless person and worried about what would happen to me in school. I can handle myself Ron so you don't need to fret about that. I understand it's in your nature so I can't blame you for thinking of my well being before the situation you're in with Kim. And I know you're thinking of Kim's needs too. You might love her but she only wants you for the sex and to help her out on her missions. That's why she had her tubes tied; So she can totally have you at any time and not worry about getting pregnant. I got K's number," Bonnie wickedly smirked. "She appears to be philanthropic with all the good she does but she's really about the press she gets from that work. I've read all the stories about your missions. I've seen the TV news reports and listened to the interviews. From what I've pieced together she's never given you the props you deserve and I'll bet she's the one who gives out the wrong spelling when your name does come up. You always say you've got her back so taking care of her sexual desires is just part of that deal; A deal you've made with the Devil if you asked me."

Ron was about to raise his voice in defense of his longtime friend when the front doorbell rang and they both turned to look at the open bedroom door. "Who could that be?" Bonnie asked. "Tara is at her grandma's this weekend and none of my posse dare to come over without calling first. It's a rule with us in case we have a boyfriend or someone over." Bonnie went to her closet and donned her lavender robe before heading for the door. "I'll be right back."

Two minutes later Bonnie came back into the bedroom holding a thin padded manila envelope. "It was a delivery, for me."

"Who's it from?" Ron begged innocently.

"There's no return address," the teal-eyed beauty stated, unsure of what to do with the object as she pinched and prodded the missive. "It's padded so I can't tell what's inside but it feels like there might be something small and solid in there."

"Well, there's only one way to find out what it is," Ron chuckled, "unless your parents have a spare x-ray machine lying around the house."

Bonnie shed her robe and tossed it on the bed before she ripped open the end of the envelope. She warily peered in and shrugged as she pulled out a single sheet of paper and read it. "This says I should go to 16901 Spring Canyon Road apartment number 2 for a surprise." She held up the page and ripped something off the bottom that had been taped to it. "There's a door key attached to the page."

"It looks like you have a mystery on your hand," Ron slyly stated and stood up to read the piece of paper. "Are you going to go?"

"I don't see why I shouldn't," Bonnie shrugged and went to her closet to pick out some clothes and get dressed. "We're done here so we have the rest of the weekend free." She turned to Ron as she was about to slip on a tartan plaid skirt. "Do you want to come along?"

"Travel to an unknown lair and maybe face off against who knows what?" Ron snickered. "Sounds like a typical day for me and KP."

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Bonnie pulled her white convertible into the parking lot of the apartment complex and stopped in front of the designated building. "So Mr. Expert in gaining entrance to unknown locales, what do we do?"

"Well," Ron pondered the situation with a finger scratch of the chin, "normally KP and me would go in through the ventilation ducts after getting the lowdown from Wade but since you have the key..."

"Do you think it's safe?" Bonnie playfully begged in mock horror. "Maybe it's one of those White Slave Trader's places where they lure unsuspecting girls to and then drug them and ship them off to be sex slaves in Saudi Arabia or Timbuktu or Boise."

"Isn't that what you've been begging for? To become The Ron's love slave?" Ron thought but played along and said, "Hey no big. I got your back but if you're afraid I can call Kim for backup."

"Bring Possible in on this?" Bonnie spat in disgust, "Never! If it turns out to be nothing she'd hold it over me as being afraid of my own shadow!"

"So," Ron opened his door and got out, "let's see what's up." They wandered around the building trying to locate apartment number 2. Bonnie spotted the number on a door and pointed it out to Ron but as she took a step toward it he held her back. "Knock first," he suggested with a playful grin. "If it is White Slavers I'll fight them off while you scream bloody murder and get away."

"You'd save me?" Bonnie queried in utter astonishment, "after all I've put you through for the last fourteen years? I would've thought you'd love to see me get kidnapped and sent off to some foreign land like San Jaun Capistrano as a sex slave."

"Bonnie," the blond boy chided the brunette, "I might not have liked what you did to me and KP for the last fourteen years but you explained the sitch to me. I never hold a grudge so yes, I'd defend you to the best of my abilities. I'm okay fighting off the henchmen but when it comes to laser cannons and such..." Ron reached back and gingerly rubbed his laser cannon damaged butt crack as he looked over the building and smiled. "There doesn't seem to be any major power supplies going into the place and I don't hear any extra generators so I don't think there are any laser cannons or death rays in there."

The two walked up to the door and Bonnie knocked. They waited. Bonnie knocked again and they waited some more. "It seems nobody's at home." She took the key from the envelope and stuck it in the lock. "Well, here goes nothing." She turned the key and pulled open the door. It swung freely until it was open wide.

"Hello?" Bonnie yelled as she and Ron leaned partially into the spacious front room. (Ron made sure Bonnie was beyond the door frame just in case someone was hiding inside and suddenly shoved the door outwards toward them.)

"Nope, nobody's home," Ron said before he noticed a note taped to the inside of the door. He pulled it off and handed it to Bonnie. "Here, this is addressed to you."

Bonnie read aloud:

Miss Rockwaller,

I've been watching you for quite some time now and understand the situation you are currently in. You are a much nicer, kinder person than what you let on in school and it all derives from your home life.

If you promise to redeem yourself and put away your Queenly ways this apartment is yours. The rent and utilities have been payed for a full year so you need not worry about anything monetarily to occupy this apartment except your food and long distance phone calls. The only recompense I request is your reform in school towards the people you've been hardest against. You know who I'm talking about so I won't say any more.

Enjoy your new life,

A Friend

"Ron," Bonnie squealed in delight, "someone is giving me an apartment and the only thing they ask is that I get rid of Queen Bonnie!"

"Wow," Ron marveled, but with very little surprise in his voice, "that's just what you told me you wanted to do earlier. It looks like the Big Guy upstairs was listening."

"I know Ron, I know," Bonnie practically sang as she scanned the fully furnished apartment but oblivious to Ron's lack of shock with the sitch. "I really love the decor. Whoever set this up really knows my style." She stopped in her musings and turned to the blond. "Ron, do you know what this means? No more Queen Bonnie! I don't have to worry about the flack I'd get from home so I can be nice to everyone!" She threw her arms around Ron's neck and hugged him tight.

"That's great Bonnie," Ron said half-heatedly with a lot of concern in his voice as he tentatively returned the embrace. "You might not have any worries about your home life but you still have to get through the rest of the school year."

"I'm not worried about that!" Bonnie practically screamed with joy as she broke from Ron's arms and spun around and around with her arms outstretched and head tilted back in the middle of the room. "I'm free of Queen Bonnie and a great institution will fall come Monday."

"Institution?" Ron pondered as he watched the elated brunette flit about her new apartment checking out every little nook and cranny. "What institution are you talking about?"

"Why the Food Chain of course," Bonnie wickedly smiled, came back over to him and patted his shoulder. "Come Monday I'm going to tear down the Food Chain and make everything right in my life. You'll see."

"Maybe Bon Bon," Ron shook his head in disbelief. "After all my experiences with you, deep down I'm a bit of a skeptic. I'll believe it when I see it on Monday."

"And if the Food Chain is mere dust come Monday," Bonnie wrapped her arms around Ron's neck again and took him by surprise by giving him a peck on the lips, "will you reconsider your deal with Kim and our future relationship?"

"If you're willing to proudly hold my hand and walk me from my locker out to your car after classes end Monday I'll reconsider." Ron broke from Bonnie's arms, pulled out his cell phone and dialed. "But right now I'm suppose to call Kim. She's expecting me to call at three o'clock." Ron held the phone to his ear and beamed. "KP! Yeah we're almost done with the report. No Bonnie hasn't been snarky to me all day. What? No we should be done soon. I'll call as soon as I leave. I love you. No I love you more. Okay we love each other a lot. I'll see you soon. What? At the tree house? Sure if the workers have finished the soundproofing and shoring up the floor. I'll come right over as soon as we're done. Yeah KP, Bye!"

Ron closed up his phone and turned to the brunette. "I bought us about an hour. Do you want to start moving in?"

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"Hi Ronald, who's your friend?" the older balding man asked as he walked up, set down the tool box he was toting and stood next to the door of the apartment. He leaned against the wall as he watched Bonnie take a load of clothes inside.

"Oh hi Mr. G," Ron chimed as he shifted the load he was carrying and stopped to shake hands and talk. "You know Bonnie Rockwaller from Temple don't you?"

"This is little Bonnie Rockwaller?" the gentleman begged with arms spread wide, about the same width as his grin as she came back out to the car. "I didn't recognize you with that bright, wonderful smile. Usually you are so serious and dour. A real mean little snip of a girl. You can't be Bonnie Rockwaller. You're smiling and happy!"

"Hi Mr. Goldberg," Bonnie practically sang, "you're right. That was me before. Now that I'm moving in to this apartment I'm turning over a new leaf."

"I know you're moving in," the thin balding man stated. "I'm the owner of the building and the apartment manager. I also do a lot of the repair work so if you have any problems you come to me and I'll see to fixing them." He pulled a business card out of his shirt pocket and held it out to her.

"You're the one who rented the apartment to my friend?" Bonnie asked as she handed her armload of unmentionables to Ron and accepted the card. Ron stumbled a bit and took the large pile of clothing into the apartment. "Could you tell me who he or she is? I'd like to thank them for their generosity."

"You don't know who rented the place for you," Hiram Goldberg said, playfully wagging his finger at her, "and that's the only stipulation he or she told me with the rental. They want to remain anonymous."

Bonnie peered warily at the adult for a few seconds before she shrugged and smiled. "Okay. If that's what the person wants I can live with it."

"What?" Mr. Goldberg took a step back in shock, "you're not going to try and weasel it out of me? That is so unlike you."

"No," Bonnie reached in the back seat of her car and got another armload of clothing, "that was the old me. I have a new place to live and a new attitude. I'm going to try and be a nicer, sweeter Bonnie."

"And I think she can do it," Ron affirmed as he came back out to grab another load. "Bonnie can be tenacious when she wants to be but she's a real pussy cat if she doesn't."

"Of that I'm well aware," the older man said shaking his head after Bonnie went into the apartment. "Did you know that Bonnie's mother wanted my Sarah's secret blintz recipe and, when they couldn't negotiate, Mrs. Rockwaller sent in her daughter?" Hiram slowly shook his head more and pointed to the apartment. "Man, the fight that Kasnik put up with my Sarah before she got what she wanted!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ron chuckled. "Bonnie can be a hothead sometimes. She's been on my case for the past fourteen years but I think she's finally coming around to the good side of life, kaynahorah." He pulled down the skin under one eye with a finger and winked at Hiram with the other, warding off the evil eye. "This apartment will help a lot."

"So I've heard," Mr. Goldberg said with a wink of his own to the blond boy as Bonnie came out the door again. "Say, didn't I see you two sitting in Shabbat this morning?"

"Ah-yep yep," Ron chimed. "We've been working on a school project together so we hooked up this morning to plan out our day."

"What about your Kimala?" the older man asked the brown-eyed boy. "She used to sit with you quite a bit."

"Kim's gone her own way religion-wise," Ron informed his old church friend.

"I always thought that girl was a little mishegeh," Hiram Goldberg slyly remarked.

"Ot gaist du, Hiram!" Ron said in exasperation, "there you go again! Kim is not a little crazy, she's just got a different view of the Big Guy that we do."

"Wait a sec," Bonnie said in shock as she grabbed Ron and spun him around to face her. "Since when do you speak Yiddish?"

"Oh that," Ron nonchalanted and blushed. "I know a few words and phrases."

"Some of us old fogies get together after services and have been trying to teach Ronald here," Hiram Goldberg said with a laugh. "Unfortunately, he only uses the odd phrase when he is Kaas... when he's angry."

"Sorry Hiram," Ron apologized, "but you know I always get mad and defend KP if anyone says anything bad about her."

"I know Kiddishel," the older man kindly chimed and hugged Ron. "You're a good man to stand by your Kimala, even when she's wronging you by not believing in what you believe in. Well," he said as he straightened up and stepped back, "I'll let you two get on with your move. I can't stand around all day and kibitz, I need to fix a leaky faucet in apartment ten." The older man picked up his metal toolbox and waved as he walked away.

Ron went to the car and picked up Bonnie's computer tower. "I'll help you get your computer up and running but then I gotta go."

"I understand Ron," Bonnie sighed. "Kim is probably waiting in the tree house for some hot Mystical Monkey Lovin' from you." She picked up the flat screen monitor, keyboard and mouse and followed Ron into the apartment. "I just want you to know you and Kim will be welcome here. Whenever you two want to come up for air and take a break you can come over here... though it won't be the same as at my parents house since we can't sit out by the pool naked."

Ron set the tower in a lower cubicle of the desk and crawled underneath to plug it in. "Are you so sure this place isn't like your parents house in that respect?"

"Of course," Bonnie said as she arranged the pieces of equipment on the desk and fed the wires and cables to him. "Wait. What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know?" Ron finished hooking up the cables, scooted out and stood up. He took Bonnie's hand and led her to the large sliding glass doors in her bedroom. Ron slid the curtain out of the way and pointed to the pool area that was only twenty feet from her ample patio. "This is a clothing optional apartment complex and most of the tenants are European immigrants who are practicing nudists. The apartments completely surround the courtyard so no one can see you from the street."

Bonnie looked out on her porch for the first time. The ten by fifteen foot cement slab littered with chairs, tables and lounges opened out on an area that had a full sized pool, sauna and tennis courts. There was also a small open lawn with picnic tables and a kitchenette under a fake chickee canopy. One older couple was playing tennis wearing only sneakers and more adults were lounging around by the pool getting a complete tan. There were even a few kids playing in the pool without suits.

"Radical!" Bonnie chimed happily. "I don't have to lose my tan and become white as a sheet."

"There's nothing wrong with looking white as a sheet," Ron playfully harshed. "I've been pulling off that look my entire life."

"Yes you have," Bonnie sheepishly groaned before her barracuda smile erupted onto her face, "but I still think you'd look a lot healthier with a nice tan. Now that we're friends you'll be coming over here a lot and I expect to see you with a good healthy golden glow about you in a few weeks."

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself Bon Bon," Ron said as he turned and walked back out to the front door. "Come Monday we'll see if the Food Chain falls and we become friends."

Bonnie grabbed Ron's arms preventing him from getting anything else from the back of her car. "Why don't you go to Kim now. I'll finish up here and then I can meet my new neighbors and start on my next project."

"What other project do you need to work on Bonnie?" Ron queried. "Is it for school?"

"It has something to do with school and the fall of an institution."