Disclaimer: Kim Possible and the gang are property of The Walt Disney Company. I gain nothing for their use in my stories. I do claim all rights to Miss Suzanne Go, the character I created for these stories.

MS-II

Chapter 7

A New Resident

A week went by and everyone in the former North Mansion, now newly dubbed Villa Stoppable, had settled in to a routine. Suzanne and Shego had moved in the next day and the kitchen became the focal point for everyone. They would meet there in the morning and generally talk about the weather or life in general while Ron prepared breakfast. Then, after the morning dishes were done, they would all sit around and chat or read in the spacious room.

Kim, Ron and Shego would eventually head down to the proper basement in the mansion, the area next to but separate from the Ferret Hole. It was where the gym/dojo/workout room was located. There, they would exercise and spar. Kim and Shego's rivalry was still red hot and they pushed each other hard while Ron, who still couldn't get his MMP to switch on and off like a light switch, worked on that. But eventually, when training was over, they would return to the kitchen to relax.

After the evening meal was over, while Ron was putting the pots and pans away, Suzanne looked up from the romance novel she was reading and peered over to her twin brother. "Ron, why don't you and Kim go see that movie you two have been talking about and, just be yourself tonight," she cryptically chirped before she turned to the redhead in the room. "And Kim, let Ron handle the sitch."

"Why would you say something like that?" Kim questioned as she grabbed her car keys off the counter and went over to her fiancé. Her mind was racing with the different scenarios that could elicit those suggestions after having previously been pre-briefed about different mission by the blond psychic girl. "If Ron and I are just going out to a movie why should he be in charge?"

"And besides," Ron laughed as he got up off the floor after putting the last pan into the low cupboard, "who else would I be if I'm not myself?"

"You'll understand what I mean after you see the movie," Suzanne said as she opened her paperback and started to read again.

Not getting anything more from the psychic sister, the two looked at each other and shrugged before they headed for the Sloth.

Xxxxxx

The blond boy and redheaded girl were in an excellent mood as they exited the theater. The movie had been entertaining and snuggling in the dark confines of the back row had been loads of fun. They even had some popcorn left over that Ron was either feeding to Kim as she laughed and clung onto one of his arms or tossing into the air to catch in his mouth.

Their joy filled walk to the car was rudely interrupted when Ron was harshly grabbed and spun around to face a red-faced, angry brunette who growled and slurred, "Issss all your fault Sssssstoppable, you loooooozer!"

"Bonnie?" both Kim and Ron questioned as they took in the sight of their former high school schoolmate. Her makeup was smudged a bit and her clothes, while still fashionable, were slightly dirty and at least a month out of date with the current trends.

"Issss all your fault!" the brunette said again as she took a looping, roundhouse swing at Ron's head which he fortunately was able to duck since the fist was way off the mark and came at him far slower than normal. (Not to mention his martial arts training came into play.) "I had it all then you had ta go and ruin it!"

"What are you talking about Bonnie?' Kim harshly questioned as she got between her fiancé and the obvious drunk and belligerent teal-eyed girl. Well, Bonnie's eyes were normally teal in color but presently they were bloodshot and puffy from crying. And maybe another fermented factor entered into the equation judging by the slur in her voice.

Ron saw this and pulled Kim out of the way as he softly said, "KP, I think this is what Suzanne was talking about." Kim glanced between the two teens, smiled and stepped back from the confrontation.

"Bonnie," Ron said as he returned his attention back to the hostile but slightly wobbly-legged girl, "what's all my fault?"

Bonnie didn't say a word but let out a feral growl before she pounced onto Ron, knocking them both to the ground and spilling his remaining popcorn. She began to beat on Ron's chest as she howled, "My life was goin' great! I waz all set for college afore you had to ruin it all! You beat me three years ago in that talent competition whisssss set 'em off but then you had ta go and save the whole damn-dead-ed-ed-ed world!"

"Set who off?" Ron calmly questioned as he grabbed Bonnie's fists to stop her from weakly pounding on him. "What happened to you?"

"My parents," Bonnie weakly groaned as she collapsed onto Ron and began to weep into his chest. She got out between sobs, "They hate me… for losin' that competition… and havin' ta go ta summer school was the last straw-haw-haw-haw!" The last word had morphed into another strong sobbing jag.

"I'm sorry Bonnie," Ron cooed as he wrapped his arms around the brunette lying on top of him, "but why is it all my fault and, well, what happened to you anyway? You look like you've been on a hundred miles of bad road."

"They kicked me outta the house a month ago!" Bonnie wailed and began to cry harder into his shoulder.

Surprised, Ron looked over to Kim who was equally as shock by that statement. The redhead quickly shook off the surprise, sat down cross-legged next to the two and softly said, "Bonnie, could you please get yourself under control and explain the sitch to us? You're not making a lot of sense."

It took a few minutes for Bonnie's sobs to subside. She finally got off of Ron and sat up on the grass, mirroring Kim, and Ron was able to swing his legs under him and sit up as well. The teen couple got a whiff of Bonnie's breath which simply reeked of alcohol, confirming that the former cheerleader had been drinking that night.

"Well, to begin with," the brunette said as she wiped her eyes on her three-quarter sleeved, puce colored blouse, "you know my parents can be a bit snooty." That elicited a chuckle from the teen couple which the teal-eyed girl didn't hear or simply ignored. "Anyway, they raised me to be the same."

"That's obvious," Kim laughed. Ron laid his hand on her knee and shook his head. "Sorry," Kim squeaked and became quiet.

"Go on," Ron urged with much understanding care in his voice.

"Well," Bonnie sniffled a bit as she gathered her addled thoughts, "they always compared me ta Kim. It didn't matter that I got almost straight A's in school or waz on the cheer squad, Kim had ta get prefect grade and be the head cheerleader."

"We know all of that Bonnie," Ron said as he gave a little squeeze to Kim's thigh to let her know he was still in charge of the sitch and that she shouldn't get mad at Bonnie or her parents for what was being discussed. He could see Kim was getting upset with Bonnie's parents and didn't want to see anyone, not even Bonnie, being treated like that. "We know why you've always been mean to Kim, but you said this was all my fault."

"I'm gettin' to that," Bonnie sniffled and wiped her eyes again. She took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "My parents, after you won the talent competition, started ta take notice of you, Stoppable. They knew you were going on Kim's missions with her and then you did such a great job as the Mad Dog. They said you were gonna make something of yourself and told me I should start dating you and that I could change your bad habits with the way you dress and such. They wanted us to date and said so at every opportunity they could find. I waz able to placate 'em for a little bit when you were rich but you lost all your money so I went back to my normal feelin's for ya. Then they amped up their suggestions after you became the star running back and then you had ta go and save the world against them Lowardians." Bonnie let out a loud single laugh and a hiccup. "After that, they said we should already be married and have a few kids!"

"Bonnie, I-I…" Ron stammered before the brunette raised her hand to stop him.

"My parents know you're getting an annual Naco royalty check now and are rich so that only eggs them on with their sug…" she tried to suppress a burp half way through a word, and failed, miserably, "…suggestions. Every time they talked to me I told 'em what a loooosher you are and that I'd never marry you. That only incense-ed them. After you saved da world and they found out I had ta attend summer school, they snapped. They demanded that I marry you immediately or they said they'd disown me."

Silence filled the void for almost two minutes before Bonnie, slightly weaving in her seated position, continued.

"I've been stayin' with Tara but she went on vacation with her folks last week and since my parents took away my credit cards I hadda live in my car. I don't have enough cash to get a hotel room. I have nowhere else ta go."

"And you thought getting snockered would help?" Ron begged.

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am," the teal-eyed brunette snarled as she quickly stood up. Bonnie swiftly began to sway back and forth like she was being buffeted by gusting winds. Standing up quickly and being under the influence of the fermented grape are two thing that don't mix very well, at least for someone who isn't used to being in that condition. One hand shot out to the side to try and steady herself while the other covered her mouth, trying in vain to prevent her stomach contents from leaving said stomach. The second hand didn't prevent Bonnie from spewing her liquid dinner on the ground before she reeled in place and collapsed.

Both Kim and Ron were fast enough to avoid the vomit and catch the brown-haired girl before she hit the ground. "That went well," Ron deadpanned as he shifted the deadweight into his arms to carry the brunette who had passed out. "What should we do now KP?"

Kim pulled Bonnie's car keys out of the brunette's Club Banana jeans pocket and jangled them in the air. "Put her in her car and I'll drive. You can drive my car and well take her home with us."

Xxxxxx

The next morning Bonnie awoke with a pounding headache. She tentatively sat up in bed and glanced around the mostly dark room before she realized she wasn't in her bedroom, or Tara's house, or her car for that matter. There was a little light spilling into the room between the curtains that were slightly parted by less than an inch so she was able to see parts of it. "Gawd, what happened to me last night?" she muttered to no one but herself.

There was a light tapping on the door before it swung open throwing the whole room into brightness. Bonnie swiftly covered her eyes with a pillow and fell back onto the bed to try and block out the annoyance. "Get out!" she screamed, then realized yelling wasn't the best thing to do when you had a blindingly painful hangover.

"I thought I'd bring you up some coffee and toast," Ron said as he gently kicked the door closed behind him and walked over to the bed carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and a piece of dry toast on it along with some butter and jam on a separate plate. There was also an antique cream and sugar set on the silver serving tray. "That's if you're up to having something in your stomach. I wouldn't know about that since I've never had a drop to drink, alcohol wise, but I thought you might like the coffee at least." He set the tray down on the nightstand next to the head of the bed.

"Where am I?" the brunette groaned as she slowly rolled over on her side to get a look at the blond boy.

"You're in my house," Ron said as he picked up the cup of black coffee and held it out for Bonnie to take. "Well, actually it's my mansion but Kim also lives here so I guess it's really our house, especially since we're getting married soon. Would you like a little cream or sugar in your coffee?"

"Just black," the brunette growled as she leaned forward and tried to take a sip out of the mug without grabbing it with her hands as she lay on the bed. Ron obliged her and held the cup steady so Bonnie could take a noisy slurp.

"Actually Monique is living here too," Ron said as he pulled a napkin out of his back pocket and wiped off Bonnie's lower lip and chin of the coffee that dribbled from the corners of her mouth. "Shego and Suzanne also live here," Ron chuckled, "and I guess you'll be living here too, if you want."

Bonnie stopped in mid second slurp and looked up at Ron. "Did you say this is a mansion? I recognize all the other names but who is Suzanne?" She rolled onto her back and draped an arm over her eyes.

"Suzanne is my sister," Ron said as he set the cup back down on the tray, "and this used to be Timothy North's mansion before he passed away last week and left it to me in his will. You see, I met him when I was a Sunshine Spreader at the hospital a few years ago and we became good friends. Since he didn't have any relatives, he put my name down as his only heir."

"Bathroom," Bonnie said as she suddenly sat up in bed.

"I got a bucket right here if you need it," Ron said as reached down beside the bed and picked up a blue plastic bucket and brought it up for her to see.

"No, I don't need that, my stomach is okay. I only have a headache right now. I mean I need to go to the bathroom, Ron," Bonnie groaned as she glanced around the room.

"Over there," Ron pointed to a door in the opposite wall.

The brunette got up, grabbed the toast off the tray and ran over to the door. She stopped and turned to Ron just before she went in. "Don't go anywhere."

"Who dressed me in my nightshirt?' Bonnie casually asked as she came out of the bathroom after only five minutes and tugged at the knee-length, purple night shirt she was wearing.

"Kim and Suzanne did," Ron answered from the high back chair off to the side of the bed. "I carried you up here and went back down to get the rest of your bags from the car while they dressed you and got you into bed." Ron's countenance soured as he growled, "And no, I didn't watch them dress you after I brought your bags up."

"I never said you did," Bonnie smirked and sat on the edge of the bed. "I know you're too much of a gentleman to do such a thing but, I thought your sister was just a baby?"

Ron thought for a moment before the proverbial light bulb came on over his head. "Oh, you're thinking of Hanna, my baby sister. No, I mean Suzanne my older sister. Well, she's only four minutes older than me."

"Four minutes?" Bonnie pondered as she picked up the mug of coffee from the nightstand and took a quick sip. "That would make her your twin sister. I didn't know you had a twin. She never attended Middleton High with us."

"That's because she was baby-napped right after we were born," Ron chuckled and shifted in his chair to cross his legs and settle in and talk. "One of the nurses took her to Go City along with a bunch of other babies she kidnapped and they became Team Go. Suzanne has all of the Team Go Powers plus she's a psychic." Ron leaned forward in his chair and smiled his goofy grin. "But we're not here to talk about me and my family. We're here to talk about you and your family."

"You're right Ron," Bonnie mewed as she put the coffee cup down on the tray, buried her face in her hands and began to cry. "My parents disowned me, my posse is heading off to college soon and I can't rely on them for charity. They need to look out for themselves and it's the same with Tara. I can't mooch off of her for the rest of my life. I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself."

"Well, before we discuss that," Ron said as he moved from the chair over next to Bonnie on the bed and placed his hand gently on her shoulder, "there's something I should do. I should thank you."

"Thank me?" the brunette said with tear filled eyes as she looked up at him. "For what?"

"For calling me Ron instead of Stoppable or loser," the blond chuckled. "You did that twice already this morning."

"Well, I guess my folks were at least partially right," Bonnie hiccupped a laugh through her tears. "You can't be a total loser if you can inherit a nice mansion like this, beat those aliens and still be nice to me after all I've done to you."

"Thank you," Ron blushed at the compliment before he smiled even brighter. "But now we need to decide what you're going to do with your life. Did you have plans before your parents, ah… left you on your own?"

"You can say it Stoppable," Bonnie growled, but with a playful edge to it. "They kicked me out of the house and disowned me. And yes, I had planned to go to Upperton University but dad said he was cancelling that and getting the tuition money back. I definitely don't have enough money to fund my own way since I didn't even have enough for a hotel room last night. That's why I blamed you, got drunk and tried to kick your butt. That didn't pan out either."

"Well you did get a few good licks in," Ron laughed as he rubbed his chest, remembering the pounding she'd done on said chest last night, before he became serious again. "I know you probably don't want to take any charity but, I do know someone who could loan you the money so you can go to college and pay for your room and board here. Oh, and Monique says they need help at Club Banana so you can have a job if you want one."

"Who?" Bonnie questioned as she peered warily at the blond sitting next to her. A big, beaming, goofy smile spread across Ron's face and the brunette suddenly realized who he was talking about.

"Damn!"