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.
Alright, it's time to meet the sisters! This chapter is a bit longer, and I hope you'll enjoy it! Again, thanks for the reviews! On with the show!
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The ride was very quiet, and Bonnie seemed reluctant to leave the car when they arrived. At the door, Bonnie turned to Tara and Ron. "Alright, we're here, so let's just get inside without causing a commotion, right?" She had looked at Ron specifically when she said the last part.
He just flashed his goofy smile. "I won't cause anything, Bon-Bon."
If he wanted to defuse the tension, he failed. Bonnie just frowned deeply. "Don't call me that, Stoppable." She took out her keys and unlooked the front door, but they had hardly entered when two figures approached from the living room.
"If it isn't little Bon-bon returning from God knows where!" one of them said in a very unfriendly tone of voice.
Bonnie grimaced. "Stoppable, meet my older sisters, Connie and Lonnie."
Ron had tensed up a little, but decided to try the friendly approach, so he stepped forward with his hand extended. "Hi, I'm…"
But he couldn't finish his introduction, as he was interrupted: "Bonnie's latest loser boyfriend", Connie finished for him. "Like we care."
Lonnie snorted. "But you know, Bonnie, that quarterback of yours at least got looks. What's this one got? A stamp collection?"
Both sisters started laughing derisively.
Tara was fiddling nervously, and Bonnie had a very ugly look on her face, but Ron never lost his cheerfulness when he answered. "Actually, I don't have any stamps, and I'm certainly not her boyfriend, but that's okay. We all make mistakes."
While Connie and Lonnie raised their eye-brows in confusion, Ron turned to Tara and Bonnie. "Tara, why don't you take Bonnie to her room. I'll have a quick word with her sisters."
Connie smirked at that. "What, Bonnie? You now need some high-school loser to stand up for you? I mean I know you don't have the brains…"
"… and you certainly lack the looks…" Lonnie chimed in.
"… cause we got them…" they continued in unison.
"Okay, that's enough!" Bonnie screamed. "Where's mom?"
"She's over at the Massey's." Connie answered, too surprised by Bonnie's outburst to tease her. "She'll be back for dinner."
Bonnie turned away, because she felt a new wave of tears threatening to fall and didn't want her sisters to see her crying. "This is just great!"
Tara took a step toward her, but the brunette raised a hand to stop her. "I'm fine, Tara, I just need to go to my room for a moment." She hurried up the stairs before anyone could say another word.
Lonnie sniggered. "Was she about to cry? Honestly, she gets weirder by the day." She stopped sniggering, however, when she saw the expression on Ron's face.
Connie saw it, too, because she seemed a little nervous now.
Ron didn't look at Tara when he told her, "Tara, please go see how Bonnie's doing." His voice could have cut steel, and the platinum blonde just gave a high-pitched "okay" before rushing after Bonnie.
When he heard the door upstairs close, Ron waited another moment, before he started to speak, his expression still cold. "Did you see your boyfriends this weekend?"
Connie and Lonnie looked at him as if he were crazy. "What?" they asked in unison.
"You heard me. Did you see them?"
They shared a look before Lonnie answered. "Yes, they were here yesterday. Why?"
"And did they happen to have any injuries?" he asked without answering the question.
Lonnie gasped in surprise.
"Yes, how do you know that?" asked Connie.
"Did they tell you how they got these injuries?" Ron continued, again ignoring the question he'd been asked.
Connie's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Yes, they told us they had a car accident."
Ron gave a humourless laugh that sent chills down the spines of Bonnie's sisters. "A car accident. Funny. I seem to remember breaking the nose of one of them and kicking down the other one after they tried to rape Bonnie."
This statement was followed by complete silence. The eyes of Connie and Lonnie had widened in shock, and they seemed to have trouble understanding what Ron had just said. Finally, it was Connie who, in a very shaky voice, squeaked, "what?"
Ron nodded grimly. "There was a party last Friday, and when I went out, I heard muffled screams. I went to see if someone needed help, and then I saw two guys trying to rip the dress of a girl off. I stopped them, and they ran off after a short fight. I was pretty surprised to find out that the girl they had attacked was Bonnie, but imagine my surprise when she told me that those guys were her sister's boyfriends!"
Another long pause followed.
Lonnie looked shocked beyond words and just slowly shook her head as if in denial, while Connie just stared at him in open-mouthed shock.
But Ron wasn't finished. "To top it off, Bonnie refused to come home, because she was afraid you two wouldn't believe her and would tell her it was all her fault." His voice almost cracked with suppressed rage.
At this point, Connie had to sit down, covering her mouth with her hands and shaking.
Lonnie, who had backed away all the time Ron was speaking, bolted from the room in tears.
Ron's cold gaze turned into a very sad one, and he continued very quietly. "I don't know if you really hate Bonnie as much as she claims you do, but…"
Connie raised her hand to stop him, and he fell silent immediately. With a shaking hand, she got out her wallet. She opened it, took out a picture with great difficulty and handed it to Ron, who looked at it. It showed Connie and Lonnie with their boyfriends. "Is… is that…?" Connie didn't finish the question, but Ron was already nodding.
"Yes, they are the guys. I'm sorry."
Tears were rolling down her cheeks, when she looked at him pleadingly. "Are you sure? Really sure?" She seemed to beg him to deny it was them, but Ron could only nod again.
"I'm absolutely sure. They were pretty drunk, but it was them. I can give you a description of the clothes they were wearing if you want."
Connie buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably, and seemed to curl into herself.
Ron put the picture on a nearby table. He had said what he needed to say, and his rage had cooled off a bit; now he didn't really know what to do. Should he stay here or go and look after Bonnie? He was brought out of his musings when Connie suddenly jumped up from her chair with a furious look on her face. "Those bastards! When I get my hands on them, I'll…" The burst of energy was short-lived, however, for she sank down to the floor, crying even more than before.
Ron took a step toward her, when she raised her head. Her eyes were red and swollen, but the tears still kept coming. "I… I thought I knew him! I thought I loved him! How could he…?" She didn't manage to finish the sentence.
Suddenly, Ron knew exactly what to do. He kneeled down beside the distressed girl, helped her to her feet, and led her gently into the living-room. There, he sat her down on the sofa. "Don't think about that now. Your sisters need you." He didn't know why he said it, but it had the desired effect. Connie tried to pull herself together.
"Yes, yes, you're right. I have to talk to Lonnie and…" Her eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God! No, I can't face Bonnie! Not after all that happened!" Her entire body was shaking now.
Ron looked at her closely. "You don't really hate her, do you?"
She looked at him with a mixture of shock, horror and outrage. "No! Of course not! I mean…" She hiccupped. "How can you say that!"
Ron looked at her sadly. "I don't. She thinks you hate her. She was afraid to come here because of you and Lonnie."
Connie stared at him, and he could see how the realization of what he had said hit her. She didn't move or say anything, but he could see it in her eyes. The proud girl broke down right in front of him without ever moving a muscle.
After a very long moment, she finally found her voice and continued very quietly and emotionally. "We've been horrible to her... all this time… No wonder she thinks we hate her…" Suddenly, she stood up.
Ron could see she was still shaking, but he noticed that she tried to steel herself.
"I have to talk to Bonnie." Her voice sounded insecure, but determined at the same time.
Ron stood up as well and accompanied her upstairs to Bonnie's room.
Connie raised her hand several times to knock at the door, but she hesitated every time before she could bring herself to do it.
Ron carefully touched her forearm. "I'll do it, okay?"
She just nodded, taking deep breaths and trying to stop the tears that were still coming.
He knocked at the door and opened it when he heard a tear-stained voice answer, "yes?"
Bonnie was lying on her bed with Tara sitting at her side.
Ron entered. "Bonnie, your sister would like to talk to you."
Before anyone could say a word, Lonnie came into the room. Tara immediately rose. "I'll talk to you later, Bonnie", she whispered.
"We'll leave you two alone. Come, Tara", Ron added. After the platinum blonde had left, Ron closed the door and exhaled. He went down the stairs with Tara in silence, but finally asked. "So, what now? Do we wait in the living room, or do you think we should just leave?"
Tara smiled a tiny smile. "I think we'd better wait in the living room, at least for a while."
"Right. Hey, there should be some cartoon on the TV now!" he exclaimed brightly.
Tara had to giggle. It was astounding how Ron could be deadly serious and then change back to his laid-back, goofy self in a matter of seconds. At that moment, Tara realized something about the blonde boy. Ron always seemed to be the most relaxed and care-free person in the world, but the way he acted when Bonnie needed his help… She sighed dreamily, the image of a knight in shining armour somehow popping up in her mind, while the boy in question plopped down onto the sofa and grabbed the remote that was lying on a small table beside it.
"You coming?" he asked over his shoulder.
Tara blushed, hoping that he hadn't noticed her gaze, and sat down on the sofa beside him.
"I hope you don't mind watching the Roadrunner?" Ron asked in a hopeful voice.
Tara knew that he wanted to see the cartoon, but she was sure that he would switch the channel if she wanted to watch something else. This made him even more endearing to her. She smiled warmly at him. "No, I don't mind watching it."
Ron was visibly relieved. "Thanks, Tara, you're the best!"
She blushed again, and this time, Ron noticed. "You ok?" he asked, now turning his attention fully on her with a worried gaze.
This made Tara blush even more, and she tried to concentrate on the screen, where a bue bird was mocking a coyote by sticking his tongue out. "Yeah, I'm fine. How do you think things are going upstairs?" It was quite an obvious attempt to change the topic, but to Tara's relief, Ron didn't seem to notice.
"Hmm, not sure, but I hope they can talk things over… At least they didn't start breaking stuff yet. I'm pretty sure we would've heard that."
Tara almost giggled. "I guess you're right." She then turned serious again. "You know that it's all thanks to you that they are talking now, don't you?"
He seemed surprised at that. "What? Nah, I didn't do all that much."
"Why do you keep saying that?" Tara asked.
Ron shrugged. "Well, it's the truth. I just came over with you."
Tara's eyes widened a little in dawning comprehension. "You really don't know what you did, do you?" She had thought Ron was just being modest, but obviously he really thought that he didn't do much. And he thought that because it was the most natural thing in the world for him to just be there for someone else and talk. He had to be the kindest and sweetest guy in the world!
Her question made him rather nervous. "What did I do? I didn't mess things up, did I?"
"No," she answered calmly with a slight grin on her face. "You didn't mess things up, Ron." 'But you're really cute when you're all nervous,' she added in her thoughts, her grin widening.
Ron wiped his forehead. "Phew. For a second there, you had me worried. You know, I screw up so often, I sometimes don't even notice it anymore."
Tara put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, Ron. I didn't want to scare you."
"Ha ha. Scare me? Nah, you didn't. I mean, monkeys scare me, Camp Wannaweep scares me, little insects that crawl all over me scare me… well, err… quite a lot of things scare me, actually, but cheerleaders don't."
She smiled warmly at him. "That's good to know."
"That I'm afraid of almost anything?" he joked.
"That you're not afraid of me." With that, she turned back to the cartoon.
Ron seemed to consider what she'd said for a moment, but finally turned his attention back to Wile E. Coyote's latest attempt at capturing the Roadrunner as well. Soon, he was completely into the show, laughing about the pair's antics, and missing the dreamy look Tara got whenever she glanced over at him.