Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the show's characters (unfortunately). This fic is written solely to entertain; I do not earn anything (except reviews).

AN: This story ignores the events of StD, but includes all the episodes of the series.

Once again thanks for the reviews! I can't express how great it is to get so much (and so positive) feedback for a story! So as a little thank you from me, I'll update now even though my parents are visiting for a week and I'm trying to spend lots of time with them! As always, keep the reviews coming, please! And now enjoy chapter 4!

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Ron moaned. It was Sunday morning, and he cursed silently.

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Why the heck had he set his alarm clock?

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By now, he had come to his senses enough to realize that it was not his alarm clock, but the phone that had woken him from his slumber.

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He glanced at his alarm clock. It was ten o'clock. He yawned and reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand. He managed to grab it, but he had leaned out too far, and gravity took its toll. With a 'thud', he landed on the floor, tangled up in his blanket. With a moan, he finally answered the phone. "Yes?"

"Ron, this is Wade. Did I wake you up?"

He managed to free himself and groggily stood up. "Not at all, Wade, I usually get up at six on a Sunday."

"Ron, it's ten o'clock! I would've called earlier after I got that hit on the website, but I thought you'd still be asleep."

This got Ron's attention, and he finally fully opened his eyes. "What hit?"

"From Tara. She asked that you please come to her house at eleven."

Grabbing a fresh towel, Ron stumbled toward the bathroom. "Did she say anything else?"

"No, the text was pretty short. I told her you'd be there."

"Thanks, Wade! And sorry about earlier."

"Don't worry, I know you're not exactly a morning person." The boy chuckled. "Or whenever you wake up."

Ron grimaced. "Wade, I know you're a genius, but the jokes? That's my turf."

"Oh, come on, you've made much lamer jokes than that."

"My turf, buddy. How would you feel if I took over the science department?"

"I'd be honestly worried about the safety of the world."

"See? So don't force me out of my turf."

Wade had to stifle a laugh. "Ok, Ron, I can't fight that logic."

Ron grinned while stepping out of his pyjama bottoms. "Ha! The Ron-man still got it!"

"Whatever you say, 'Ron-man'," Wade answered, but it was obvious he was grinning. "Just make sure you're on time."

"I will. Thanks again, Wade. Catch you later!"

"Bye, Ron."

After hanging up, Ron entered the shower and turned on the water. 'Good thing I called Wade after I got home on Friday', he thought. 'He'd be really confused about that hit if I hadn't.'

Twenty minutes later, Ron entered the kitchen, showered and dressed. Rufus was still upstairs, fast asleep, and Ron had the distinct feeling that it might be better if he left his little buddy at home for this special mission. While Tara didn't mind Rufus (at least he thought she didn't), he knew that Bonnie was always freaked out by the naked mole-rat. He had a quick breakfast, and then went to put on his shoes and a jacket. Before he left, he looked himself over in the mirror. He had put on a dark blue shirt and his usual cargo pants. The shirt had been a present from Kim; he had originally wanted to wear it on dates only, with the result that it had been hanging in his wardrobe for over half a year now without ever being worn. So, he'd decided to wear it today, because while it wasn't a date, he was still meeting with two pretty girls and thought he could as well try to look nicer than usual.

Surprising even himself, Ron rang the doorbell at Tara's house at eleven o'clock sharp. He could hear footsteps approaching, and then the door opened to reveal Tara in a nice blouse and skirt.

"Hi Ron, thanks for coming." She motioned for him to enter.

"Hi Tara. Not a problem; I told you to call if you needed me", he said while stepping inside. "So how have you two been?"

Tara closed the door, then turned to him with a slight frown on her face. "Well, yesterday was just fine, and I guess today would be as well, if I hadn't told Bonnie that she'll have to go home today."

The freckled boy just nodded. "She still doesn't want to go home then?"

"That's right", Tara replied. "Yesterday, she just pretended nothing had happened. But when I told her she had to go home today, she started shaking all over again, but I didn't tell you that."

At Ron's puzzled expression, the platinum blonde explained. "Well, you see, Bonnie hates it when people think she's weak."

Ron's expression became even more confused. "But what…? Oh!" He understood. "But… I mean, she was almost… you know…" He scratched his neck, feeling very uncomfortable talking about Friday night. "Anyway, I don't think anyone would call it weakness to be shaken by something like that."

"Me neither", Tara consented. "But that's Bonnie for you. Well, we better go upstairs."

Ron touched her shoulder, which stopped the platinum blonde. She turned to him with a questioning look.

"Um, Tara, if Bonnie hates people seeing her in a state of what she thinks is weakness, won't she claw my eyes out when she sees me of all people?" He sounded a bit nervous, but Tara just smiled.

"I don't think so, Ron. Now come on upstairs, or don't you want to help?" Her look became almost pout-like, and Ron's shoulders sagged in defeat.

"I'm coming… I might regret it later, but I'm coming…"

The blonde cheerleader beamed. "I knew I could count on you."

They entered Tara's room together, where Bonnie was sitting on the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Hi Bonnie", Ron greeted carefully.

The brunette hadn't seen him enter, and her eyes widened a little. "Ron? What… what are you doing here?"

He looked at Tara nervously. "Well, Tara called, so I came over."

The platinum blonde took over. "Bonnie, you'll have to go home soon. My parents will come back tonight, and tomorrow is a school day."

Bonnie shook her head furiously. "I'm not going!"

Ron stepped over to her and sat down beside her. "That bad with your sisters, huh?" he asked sympathetically.

Bonnie didn't look his way when she answered. "You have no idea."

Ron sighed. "I guess I don't." There was a small pause before he continued. "What do you say we all go together? We'll tell your family…"

"No way!" Bonnie interrupted. She wrapped her arms around herself in order to stop her hands from shaking. "I… I can't tell them."

Ron stood up. "Well, then I'll go there and tell them."

Bonnie jumped from the bed. "What?" She just stared at Ron, who shrugged.

"Well, someone has to, and if you won't go, then I will. These guys have gone way too far, Bonnie. I won't stand by and ignore that." He sounded very determined, more determined than either girl had ever heard him speak.

Bonnie's shoulders sagged, and she answered very quietly, "ok, Ron. If you go, I'll come with. But I don't like it."

Ron squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You don't have to like it, Bonnie. Heck, I'd be very surprised if you liked it. But they mustn't try something like that again, and they mustn't get away with what they've done."

The brunette just nodded, while Tara smiled happily. "Alright, I'll drive!" she exclaimed in her usual cheery tone.

Together, the three of them left for Bonnie's home.