Kim felt Ron's laugh at the antics of the two girls. She knew that he didn't blame her for what she'd done, but she still felt that it had been and continued to be all her fault. Tara was, in Kim's mind at least, correct in her statement, however ill placed it had been. She could not cease the incessant chatter within her mind, regardless of how many times she told it that she made Ron happy. It merely kept arguing with her. How do you know he loves you? How can you know that he isn't with you out of pity? How can you know that he wouldn't be happier with someone else? Someone like Shego, or Bonnie.

Ron was both worried and pissed. He told himself silently that although he would not take his anger out upon her sister, Tara would face as much of his wrath as non-lethally possible. He smiled as he thought of ways to make her pay for hurting Kim. He quickly snapped out of it.

I cannot allow myself to slip down that slope. It will invariably end with me hurting Kim or myself. We will handle this ourselves, in a manner we both deem fit. Remembering the look upon Tara's face, the pure contrition painted in a thick and revealing ink across her face, he resolved to find out how the exchange had affected her.

Ron flew his sister home, regardless of the consequences. Most people didn't know he could fly. He meant to keep it that way. After dropping Hana off with his parents, he took off again in search of someone to help with Kim.

Wondering where he was going, he realized that for some reason, Kim was not responding to him and his efforts to calm her down. He angled towards the Possible house before realizing that even Kim had admitted in her letters that they had grown apart. If Kim had acknowledged it to a friend who she had not seen for three years, he knew that their relationship could not have been the best. Searching his mind for any answer, any answer at all, to save him from the task he knew was at hand, he sighed loudly. I know Kim is worth it, but she's really gonna owe me for this one. With a new resolve, a softly sobbing woman cradled in his arms, and a posture and attitude like a man walking to his own beheading, he angled his flight towards Bonnie's house.

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Bonnie sat as Kim lay, her head in Bonnie's lap, crying about all of the large and small things that plagued her.

"…And I just dumped him right then and there! I didn't even wait for him to regain his memories. I didn't try to explain. And the worst part is that he tried to kill himself because I'd done that. This is the worst thing that I've ever had to do! I almost wish that we'd never met, if only to save him this pain and heartache. And now everyone hates me, and I agree with them, and, and… It's all my fault!"

Bonnie's eyes were wide. Ron had attempted suicide? The "Ron?" He had tried to end his life? No wonder Kim had been like this recently. She must be tired. I know there's no way that she could have slept in the past couple of days, especially with everyone in town treating her like the new black sheep. I always thought that I would finally be happy if this happened, but here I am, consoling her. Bonnie only held her new friend as the sobs seemed to renew their fury. The irony did not escape Bonnie that Monique was the one who had caused this latest breakdown.

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Bonnie cornered Monique in the halls. "What's your damage? Do you know what happened after you left Kim like that yesterday? I thought you were her best friend!"

"So did I. I guess we were both wrong. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get to class."

"No."

"What did you say? I thought I heard you say no. I think you might just be being too friendly with Possible."

"Monique, I know that what she did was horrible. Hell, if I didn't know that she's been doing a better job than I ever could, I'd knock some sense into her too. But look at her. She's broken. She was broken! She was broken long before you and your little Kim-bashing posse started with your hate campaign.

"She comes over to my house a lot now. D'you want to know what we do? We don't talk about much. She won't talk about much. She's been fixated on punishing herself over Ron. She let out a bit of a secret to me the other day. She tried to mimic Ron's last known action. She tried to kill herself. She told me the only reason that she didn't was because she could see Ron, and she knew that if she did, he wouldn't be too far behind."

"Well, Bonnie, maybe she should have."

Bonnie was so astounded at that that she failed to respond. She collapsed in shock, her brain no longer functioning correctly. Surely Monique would never have said that. Surely she'd misheard. She stood, her mouth opening and closing rapidly, as she noticed that Monique was walking away, seemingly apathetically.

Monique was glad that Bonnie didn't see the tears that raced down her face.

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Ron landed outside of the house he knew the youngest Rockwaller now owned. Pausing only a moment, he used his right hand to hold Kim as his left rapped upon the door three times.

Bonnie wondered who could be at the door. Bustling about her house she made sure everything looked presentable. After all, who wanted to be seen as a slob. Whistling a cheery tune she opened the door. She shut her mouth. She stared at his face for about three seconds, and… she fainted. Ron sighed.

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Bonnie awoke to a soft noise, one all too familiar now that she was Kim's friend. She woke to crying. Bonnie instinctively reached out and pulled Kim's face toward herself. She rested Kim's head against her shoulder, and for a moment, she simply sat, holding the woman whose life she had once filled with misery. She decided then that she hated irony.

Bonnie remembered then that she had fainted at the door, though she still could not remember why. She knew that Kim could never have brought her here in her state, so, thinking logically, she turned and looked at the place where Kim had sat, just in time to see Ron stir. "Ron?"

Ron looked at Bonnie, immediately noticing that instead of the normal range of emotions present on Bonnie's face, he saw that she was feeling predominantly anxiety, sorrow, sympathy, confusion, and… fear? Bonnie, Queen Bonnie, was afraid of him? When he noticed the resignation in her eyes and the loving way she caressed Kim's shoulder, he abandoned all thoughts of revenge. "She doesn't know, does she?"

Bonnie started. In a small voice, she whispered merely, "No."

Ron felt a grin form beneath his solemn features. "She won't mind if you tell her."

"It's not just her. I'm bi. I… I think I love both of you."

Ron reeled. Here, a woman who had tormented him for most of the time he had known her had just told him that she thought she was in love with him. He did the only thing he could think to do. He held her and Kim until they were both awake and lucid.

A/N: I originally planned to have this chapter be much longer. Instead, I have decided to post this tonight and post the rest of what would have been this chapter sometime over the weekend. Now if only I could finish writing it.

Remember my comment last chap about unrequited love? It means love that is unreturned. I stand by my statement that Ron and Bon will not hook up in this story, but it is tempting. Maybe for my next story...

When given the choice between fighting in the Roman Coliseum and fighting with a woman, always choose the coliseum. The odds of survival are much better.

Just so you know, that comment is because the few people who have ever truly scared me are female. Please don't kill me!