Disclaimer: I cannot own Kim Possible, as that would violate the 13th Amendment.
"I wonder which nail she broke this time?" asked Ron.
"I believe that was the sound of a break-up," replied Kim.
"THIS...IS...NOT...HAPPENING!!!" Another scream, this one marginally more coherent than the first, shattered the silence that came after the first eruption.
"Dramatic much?" said Kim and Ron to one another as they made their way towards the main entrance to the Seniors' lair. As they worked their way into the Seniors' compound, there was no need to avoid the pool area; this was their destination. As they came closer, the eerie silence was shattered again by yet another cry.
"YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?" shrieked Bonnie in the general direction of a surprisingly stoic Señor Senior, Junior.
"Um, he figured out that you're a gold-digging nymphomaniac?" thought Kim.
"I explained to you already, I must fulfill my destiny. I will achieve superstardom with Father's money and my incomparable talent, but I must write my own material to gain credibility within the music industry. I can buy many things, but inspiration is not one of them."
"B-b-b-but that doesn't mean you have to reach superstardom without me," answered a noticeably calmer Bonnie, "I won't get in your way as long as you let me stay with you."
Bonnie's bargaining fell upon deaf ears. "Your words mean nothing to me, stranger," replied SSJ coldly. "It is how it must be." At this, the levee broke, and Bonnie fell to her knees, and shortly thereafter crumpled into a sobbing mess.
"Ron, did you put Junior up to this?" asked Kim, who was still hiding just out of Bonnie and Junior's lines of sight.
"Just because I give people advice doesn't mean that they'll take it," said Ron. "I mean, I had no idea Bonnie would take it this way." Kim would have rolled her eyes about 180 degrees if she were physically capable doing so. Not everything is possible for a Possible, after all.
"I would strongly recommend that you refrain from full disclosure in the likely event that we have to give her a ride back to Middleton," warned Kim. As it turned out, she was not only prophetic, but also not especially good at keeping her voice down.
"Do not tell me that there were witnesses to the destruction of my future," moaned Bonnie in the general direction of Kim and Ron's hiding spot.
"We won't tell you, but it doesn't make it not true, B," said Kim. Ron was a little troubled by the attitude that Kim had taken as a result of his actions; he thought she was being a bit Shegotistical, even if it was Bonnie. Before he could say anything to this effect, however...
"DO...NOT...SAY...ANOTHER...DAMN...WORD." snarled Bonnie, who had found the pair she called the "Gruesome Twosome." Apparently she had overheard the whole conversation between two of her least favorite people in the world.
"Hey there, Bon-Bon," said Ron, putting on his second-biggest fake smile of the day. "Long time, no see."
"Not long enough," mumbled Kim and Bonnie.
"Jinx, you owe me a soda!" yelled Kim, trying in vain to get Bonnie at least in good enough shape not to ruin the upholstery in the Sloth.
"I OWE YOU NOTHING!" howled Bonnie. "Just get me back to Middleton, pray that my sisters aren't in town, and then I'll be out of your hair, okay?" she added.
"I think I can do that. In fact, I'll go ahead and have Wade arrange alternate lodging in case...they are there." Kim was no fan of Connie and Lonnie herself and would not even subject Bonnie to a night in their presence in the aftermath of a breakup. She called up Wade on the Kimmunicator.
"Wade, can you pull up the latest shot of the Rockwaller residence?"
"Sure thing...why do you ask?" said Wade
"We're bringing an extra passenger back to Middleton, and we'd prefer to avoid sibling rivalry if at all possible," Kim glanced towards Bonnie, who had resumed sobbing uncontrollably and was using Ron's shirt as a giant handkerchief, much to his and Kim's dismay.
"Got it. Ooh, looks like we have evil siblings. Hope you have a Plan B."
"Thanks anyway, Wade."
Bonnie had apparently lost the ability to stand upright, as now she was using Ron's pants to absorb her tears of misfortune. This apparent aggression would not stand, and Kim began to work to separate Bonnie from Ron; she succeeded in this only by separating Ron from his pants.
"Aww, man! Even as a college-bound freshman!" said Ron with dismay at the loss of his pants.
"It's one thing to use my boyfriend as a handkerchief. It's quite another to try to use him as a boyfriend!" said a decidedly tweaked Kim. "Now, can I trust you to keep your hands, face, legs, breasts, and other parts of your body to yourself while we go home?"
"Fine, it's not like you bossing me around like there's no tomorrow is anything new," Bonnie sneered between sobs. Kim was impressed with her ability to still be so, well Bonnie-like in light of recent events.
The three of them left the Seniors' compound together, but not before Bonnie took one last wistful glance at the life she thought would be hers forever, depending on how long the elder Senior lived and the terms of the pre-nup. Before she could break down for the third time in not as many hours, Kim pulled her away as they began the long walk along the beach.
This walk was made largely in silence, which gave everyone a good opportunity to gather their thoughts, particularly Bonnie. When she woke up this morning, she had the rest of her life planned out. Well, not everything, but she had a good framework. She would spend her days lounging beside pools wherever the Seniors had a mansion. This would be followed by daily attempts to max out an assortment of charge cards, which would quite an accomplishment, inasmuch as Junior's cards generally had no limit. The nights would be spent in the VIP rooms of VIP rooms of the most exclusive clubs in the world. At certain points throughout this time, she would somehow find time to marry Junior, get a generous divorce settlement, and perhaps sleep.
Now all that was gone. She was heading back to the one-horse town of Middleton; with that one horse no less. Gone were champagne wishes and caviar dreams, replaced with the ultimate walk (drive, actually) of shame. Of course, no one would get away with taking so much away from her. She knew who was responsible for what had happened to her.
Just as Bonnie was beginning to formulate a plan to exact revenge, the three Middleton High School graduates reached the Sloth. Fortunately, she was with someone whom she thought would be an invaluable part of her plan. In addition, she figured that she would have plenty time to formulate this plan on the way back home. Now, how could she ask for Kim's assistance in such a way that didn't make her look desperate or pathetic? Fortunately for her, the answer to her problems was about a hundred miles away and approaching fast.
As the Sloth began its trip back across the ocean, a transmission came from Team Possible's operations center, also known as Wade's room.
"I know you just completed one mission, but ... is that Bonnie?" asked Wade.
"No, it's Camille Leon pretending to be Bonnie," answered Bonnie sarcastically. "I'm just here to infiltrate Team Possible, and, like, get them out of the way so I can, like, steal something and not give it back until my daddy puts me back in his will."
"You know, she might actually try that one of these days," said Ron regarding the metamorphosing malcontent of whom Bonnie was doing a passable and ironic impersonation.
"So, another sitch Wade?" asked Kim
"Please, that is so sophomore year," Bonnie chimed in.
"Yes, but first, what is she doing there?" The idea of Kim spending any length of time with Bonnie voluntarily was threatening to blow the young genius's mind for the second time today.
"We're not really talking about it," said Kim, but the mere mention of the existence of an "it" set off another round of waterworks, complete with sound.
"J-J-Junior and I...," her feeble attempt to explain the recent upheaval in her personal life degraded into a long string of sobs.
"All I needed to hear. Let me get back to the reason I contacted you. I'm picking up a couple of unidentified flying objects..."
"UFOs?!?" Ron and Rufus, who had been awakened by Bonnie's latest breakdown, adopted matching looks of sheer panic and a slight sense of deja vu.
"Relax, you two. Their flight pattern is definitely that of either airplanes or helicopters. They are closing pretty fast. I'll try to tap into their radios and I'll get back to you when I know more."
"Please and thank you," said Kim. She turned to Ron, whom she thought was merely resting his eyes. "Ron, I need to get a couple of things out of the trunk. Can you take the driver's seat? It's on autopilot, so you shouldn't need to do anything."
"But he will," chimed in a recently recollected Bonnie. "Why don't you let the one who aced driver's ed do the driving?"
"Take a look outside, Bonnie. Do you see any roads? It's an entirely different kind of driving altogether," said Kim. "Ron knows what he's doing here." Even though that was the case, Ron had dozed off and Kim decided that she would rather not wake him up, as he had to be at Smarty Mart in less than 12 hours for a double shift.
"It looks like I have no choice. Bonnie, DO...NOT...TOUCH...ANYTHING unless Wade or Rufus says otherwise."
"What, I'm taking orders from a rodent?!?" Bonnie replied with dismay. Kim ignored this outburst as Rufus blew a raspberry at the curvaceous brunette.
Kim climbed between the front seats into the back and Bonnie climbed between the front seats and into the driver's seat. After folding down the back seat to access the trunk, Kim began to fumble around for a spare Kimmunicator battery, as her current one was on its last legs. As she was searching, Wade called the Sloth again.
"Hey, nerdlinger, who are the new neighbors?" said Bonnie as she glanced outside, seeing two black helicopters coming nearer.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't..." Bonnie stopped what little listening she was doing. She heard what sounded like a string of firecrackers going off, followed nearly immediately thereafter by a string of splashes just in front of the heavily modified Roth SL Coupe. The perfect way for Bonnie to begin to implement phase one of her plan had arrived.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Major writer's block; couldn't write anything for two weeks. Now we know who wants revenge, but on whom and how? I still am not entirely sure how this will end, but I do know that it will take a while. The next chapter may be later rather than sooner, as I have a couple of other projects on which I am working. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated.