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, first of all many, many thanks for the kind and extensive(!) reviews I received! For some reason, the reply function doesn't work (I tried, but I don't think anyone received mail, or am I mistaken?), but the assumptions how the story could go on were pretty good, as you'll see now. This chapter will also answer a few questions that have come up, and it might surprise you a little, but hopefully in a positive way. So, enjoy the longest chapter so far, and please keep the reviews coming!

On we happily go!

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Bonnie Rockwaller stood in the girls' lavatory in front of the mirrors, staring intently at her reflection in the glass. It took all her strength and self-discipline not to break down and cry, but she felt she was losing this fight against herself despite her best efforts not to. She was Middleton High's undisputed ice queen, and yet Ron Stoppable had broken through all her barriers in just a few days. That was when everything had begun to go wrong. He had helped her; no, he had saved her! All she had wanted to do was to pay him back by being civil and stop putting him down, and where had it landed her! She had been faced with the ugly side of the very structure she had helped to erect and to keep intact: the food chain. And the food chain never took kindly to people who wanted to undermine it.

Bonnie would have cursed, but she knew she'd break down if she opened her mouth; all she could do at the moment was keeping her gaze fixed on the mirror and thus herself. The irony of the situation was not lost on her: Her entire attention had always been directed solely at herself, her image and her status. She felt new tears well up, but she forced them back.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Tara entered the room. Bonnie turned to her best friend and immediately wished she hadn't. Tara was fuming. The brunette had never seen her so angry, and it frightened her a little. "Tara…" she started but was cut off by the furious blonde.

"How could you? How could you do that? He saved you! He helped you when he was the last person you could expect help from! The last person you had any right to expect help from! He took you home and stood up against you sisters! He was willing to be your friend despite everything that you've done to him! He never asked for anything in return, and if it was so embarrassing for you to be seen talking to him, you could've just ignored him! He wouldn't have minded, even though he would've had every reason to do so! Do you have any idea how… how…?" Tara couldn't continue; she was just too angry, and no more words would come out.

Bonnie looked at her, wide-eyed. Tara had never talked to her (or rather screamed at her) like this, but that wasn't what shocked the brunette. The shocking thing was: Tara was right. "Tara, I…" she began, but was once again cut off as the blonde slapped her across the face, hard. Bonnie raised a hand to her stinging cheek, her tears flowing freely now, when she heard Tara utter a sentence she would never forget in her entire life: "You disgust me." Tara had spoken coldly and quietly, but Bonnie felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She sank to her knees, her arms wrapped around her body, while Tara turned and left the room without another word.

Tara didn't notice the red-head who stood just outside the lavatory when she stormed past.

Kim had heard everything, and now she was torn. She had received some interesting pieces of news, and while she didn't know what exactly Ron had done, she understood it had to be something really big. She wanted to go and talk to him right now, but she could also hear Bonnie, who was still crying inside, and the world-saving part in her couldn't just leave her alone in a situation like this. She sighed and entered the lavatory.

Bonnie raised her head, hoping that perhaps Tara had returned, but all she saw was her long-time rival, the last person she wanted to see right now. She didn't even try to compose herself. "Not you… not now… go away…"

Kim didn't say anything; she just handed Bonnie a tissue.

The brunette actually took it and blew her nose. She was still shaking, but she seemed to calm down a bit.

"Feeling any better?" Kim asked.

"What do you care, Possible. Shouldn't you be chewing me out for hurting your lapdog?" She tried to sound venomous, but she failed quite miserably.

"Ron's not my lapdog, and I think Tara already did my job for me, Bonnie," Kim answered calmly.

"You… you heard?"

"Everything," Kim confirmed. "Bonnie, what happened this weekend?"

Bonnie seemed surprised. "He… he didn't tell you?"

"Ron? No, he didn't. I noticed that something was up, but he wouldn't tell me what. It must be pretty big, cause normally Ron can't keep a secret to save his life, especially not from me."

Bonnie's shoulders slumped down a bit, and she spoke in a tiny voice. "Well, you heard Tara… he saved me."

Kim nodded. "But from what, Bonnie? What happened?"

The brunette finally found the strength to rise from the floor. "Why do you want to know? Why's that important? You know more than you're supposed to already…"

Kim sighed. "Why is it such a terrible secret? I mean, what's the problem? Ron's saved my life a lot of times…"

Bonnie seemed surprised by this. "He has?"

Kim looked at her as if she'd grown a second hand. "Of course! What do you think he does on missions? Ron always has my back, and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him."

Bonnie shook her head incredulously. "But… he's just your sidekick. You're the one who claims she can do anything."

Kim sighed. "It's just a catchphrase, Bonnie. I mean, I do have a couple of talents, and I know how to fight, but… I couldn't save the world without Ron."

These words were followed by silence, and it took a while before Bonnie answered.

"He… he saved me from two guys."

Kim raised an eye-brow. "Thieves?"

Bonnie shuddered. "No, they… they were trying to… to get my dress off when Ron came."

Kim gasped, understanding immediately what the brunette was hinting at. "Oh my… Bonnie! What happened?"

"He told them to leave me alone, and then they attacked him. He wiped the floor with them and called Tara. They took me to Tara's place."

"Have you called the police? Did they capture them?"

Bonnie shook her head. "No, I haven't."

"What?" Kim couldn't believe it. "But… but why not?"

"They were my sisters' boyfriends. And that's not all." Bonnie took a deep breath before she continued in a shaky voice. "I talked to our lawyer. He said that if I don't have any proof, they could sue me for defamation and slander. The problem is: I can't prove anything. My dress isn't torn, not even dirty, and I wasn't injured, so it would be their statements against ours."

"But…"

"There's more. When… when Ron told my sisters about what happened, Lonnie left, and we haven't heard from her since. Connie believes me, but I don't know about Lonnie…" At this point, Bonnie started sobbing again and couldn't continue.

Kim stood there, slack-jawed. When she'd followed Tara, wanting to have a talk with Bonnie, she'd never have expected anything like this. For the first time ever, she could and did actually sympathize with the brunette. "Bonnie, I'm really sorry… Is there anything I can do?"

Bonnie shook her head, sniffing back the last of her tears. "Unless you can find a way to prove my story, no. And you shouldn't want to help me, either, after what I did to Ron."

And there was another premiere: Kim had never heard any self-loathing in Bonnie's voice, but it was definitely there now. "I haven't forgotten about that," Kim stated calmly. "But I think you have more than enough on your plate as it is. What are you going to do now?"

"I… I don't know… I don't think I can face Ron or Tara now..."

"Well, you'll have to face them sooner or later… better do it sooner."

Bonnie sighed. "I guess so…" She looked into the mirror. "But I have to clean up first."

Kim nodded. "Alright, I'll see you at cheer practise then, ok?"

"Yes…" Kim had almost left, when Bonnie added, "Kim?"

The red-head turned with a questioning look.

"Thanks."

Kim gave a tiny smile. "No big." And with that she left Bonnie to her thoughts.

While Tara and Kim had gone after Bonnie, Felix had accompanied Ron to the boys' lavatory.

"Ron-man, I don't know what you've done, but this sure is a new level of mean, even for Bonnie."

Ron took of his jersey and shirt, turned on the water and started washing Bonnie's lunch out of his hair. When he was finished, Felix handed him a towel. "Thanks."

"Seriously, Ron, what happened? I mean, first she greets you, and then she dumps her lunch on you."

Ron sighed. "Sorry, I can't tell you. I made a promise, you know?"

Rufus, who had climbed out of Ron's pocket and stood on the armrest of Felix' wheelchair, chattered indignantly.

Felix nodded. "I think Rufus shares my opinion. Even if you promised Bonnie not to talk about it, she doesn't have the right to treat you like this."

"I know…" He finished drying his hair. "Anyway, could we please drop the whole promise thing?"

"No problem, Ron-man. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Ron smiled. "Actually, yes. Could you go to my locker in the locker-room and get my mad-dog outfit? I don't think I can wear my jersey anymore…"

Felix grinned. "Can do. You want the head, too?"

Ron laughed at that. "No, thanks buddy."

"Okay then, I'll be right back." With that, Felix left the lavatory, leaving Ron and Rufus, who had jumped off the armrest and onto a sink, behind. His departure was followed by a rather long silence.

"What do you think, Rufus?" Ron finally asked his little friend.

The pink rodent crossed his arms. "Bonnie yuck!"

Ron sighed. "Maybe, but I still have to keep my promise. Aww, Rufus, it'll be so hard to keep this whole thing from Kim! What do I do now?"

The mole-rat shrugged. "Dunno."

"You know, Rufus, I'm really glad that I can at least talk to you, even though you can't do much… You're the only one who knows everything!"

Rufus looked at him with questioning eyes. "Tara?"

Ron slapped his forehead. "Of course! I can talk to Tara, too! Thanks, Rufus!" He high-fived the little fellow. "Perhaps she can help me with this mess…" He looked at his image in the mirror. "Okay, buddy, do you see any food left on me?"

Rufus checked Ron's back and gave his owner the thumbs-up. "All clean!"

Ron smiled. "Alright! The Ronster is ready to face the rest of the day!" He suddenly gulped. "Whatever it may bring…" He knew it wouldn't get any easier… But perhaps he could evade any further trouble if he just stayed away from Bonnie and her posse, dodged Kim's questions (which he knew would come) and generally tried to keep a low profile. He looked at Rufus. "Ok, Rufus, here's the plan: We'll go ninja for the rest of the day!"

Rufus blinked. "Huh?"

Ron waved his arms while explaining. "Well, you know, stay hidden, sneak in and out of classes undetected… that kind of stuff!"

"Quite a difficult mission, Ron," a voice answered. It was Felix, who had just returned with Ron's clothes and grinned at his friend. "Especially since Tara's waiting for you outside."

"She is?" Ron asked. "Why?"

Felix's grin widened. "It seems she's not happy about what Bonnie did. Anyway she wants to talk to you. I think she likes you."

Ron gulped. "You think so?"

"Put some clothes on and find out!" Felix threw Ron's clothes at him and turned round. "I'll call you later, Ron-man!" And with that, he left before Ron could reply anything.

The blonde boy took a deep breath after changing into the fresh clothes he'd got. "Okay, Rufus, are you ready to go out there?"

The mole-rat smiled. "Uh-huh!" he nodded and then jumped into Ron's pocket.

"Well, easy for you to say, buddy, you can hide away in my pocket all day…" And so he left the lavatory to find out what Tara wanted to talk to him about.

The usually cheery blonde was waiting for Ron with an anxious expression on her face. "Hey Ron," she said timidly.

"Hey Tara," Ron replied nervously. "Felix said you wanted to talk to me?"

She nodded. "Yes… Ron, I'm really sorry about what happened."

"It's okay. I mean, it's not like Bonnie has never thrown one of her tantrums, right?" he tried to joke.

"I never liked how she treated you, Ron, and after what you did for her…" Tara stopped; she didn't want to become angry again. "Well, anyway, I should've said something to her about that much earlier. You don't deserve that kind of treatment, Ron. I'm really sorry."

Ron just waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, Tara, I'm fine."

"You always say that, Ron... but I'm sure, deep down, it still hurts a little bit, no matter what you say."

He scratched his neck. "Well, it's not nice, but hey! I'm still alive and kickin'!"

Tara smiled a little. "You always joke your way out of everything, don't you?" When Ron smiled sheepishly, she gathered all her courage. "Well, how about we continue this talk tonight? We could have dinner and see a movie or something…"

Silence.

Ron blinked.

More silence.

Ron blinked again.

"Tara… are you… err… are you asking me out? I mean, on… on a date?"

Tara blushed profusely. "Well…" But then, she took a deep breath and looked Ron straight in the eye. "Yes, yes I am. So what do you say?" She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

She didn't have to wait long, as Ron's lips parted in a bright smile. "Boo-ya! It's a date!"

Tara returned his smile with a very dazzling and relieved one of her own. "Great! Pick me up at seven?"

He nodded. "Sure!"

"Okay, see you at seven, then!" She turned to go to her locker and get her stuff for the rest of the day, but there was definitely a spring in her step that hadn't been there before.

Ron just watched her leave, unable to move. "Rufus?"

The little rodent came out of Ron's pocket and climbed up to his shoulder. "Huh?"

"Rufus… I.. I have a date!" He jumped and raised his fist victoriously over his head. "Ron Stoppable has a date! Boo-ya!"

"Boo-ya!" the pink mole-rat chimed in.

"Perhaps this day won't be as bad as I thought. Come on, Rufus, I can't afford to get detention today!" With that, he hurried to his locker. He didn't notice the pair of green eyes that had witnessed the scene and narrowed dangerously.

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There you have it! I had different plans with Kim originally, but I think it would've been very ooc for her not to help in a situation like this (even if it is Bonnie), and after all, we know these two can be almost civil to each other (as in "Bonding"), but let me know what you think! And just in case I don't get the next chapter done within the next seven days: Merry Christmas everyone!