A/N: This one was a biggie. Didn't realize how big. Got cracking on the last section and it kind of ballooned out into some character development that I didn't want to cut up. I'm spending way more time in these early areas than intended, but I think its good because the more time I'm spending here I keep getting more and more material for the endgame. What was kind of an arbitrary end is getting more and more meat to it.

In any event, I'm glad people are still reading this almost orphan of a story. I have an edit planned for the early story, so I'll try and make it known when that happens.

break

Shego sat on the stone patio bench rolling the half beer in her hands. Ron clicked on the grill and closed the lid to let it heat up and turned to season the steaks. "So, you cooled down?" He asked Shego.

Shego took a deep breath and looked up. She nodded. "Okay. What have I been cut out of the loop on? Because I am not taking orders from you, Stoppable."

"When it comes to company assets, you are." Wade set the plates on the table. Shego bristled.

"Explain." Shego's voice was dangerously calm.

"You bet." He either didn't hear the danger or chose to ignore it. "We are now incorporated as a private company. Ron is our Chief Financial Officer. Takes care of money, assets, taxes that kind of thing. I am the Chief Operations Officer and Research department. Do the vetting and strategy. And you Ms. Gho are our Chief Executive Officer. You'll be in charge of the company goals and the public face of the company if we decide to do that."

Her face softened. "So I'm your boss."

Ron lifted the lid of the grill. He turned to them. "Still medium for your parents, Wade?" Wade nodded. "Shego?"

She took another swig of beer. "Over medium."

He placed two steaks on the grill and looked at his watch. "The way Wade and I figure it is this. On a mission and for the planning of the mission, you are without question the boss." She nodded. "You get what you want to do the mission, no questions asked. But if you want to use company money for something else, I have to approve it. Wade here decides what missions we do. If you don't want to do a mission he is the one you have to work with." He placed two more steaks on the grill.

"Okay, I follow." She stood and walked over and took a seat at the table. She reached over and popped the top on two more bottles and handed one to each of them. The looked at each other. Ron reached out and took one. Wade reluctantly took the other. "To cut slack." She held up her bottle and they clinked them together and all took a swig. Shego finished hers without laughing and the disgusted looks on the other two's faces. She opened another for herself.

Ron put one more steak on the grill as he turned the others. Wade's parents came out with bowls of salad and potatoes. They frowned at their son. Shego pushed the last two their way. "One time event, I swear. We just started a company." She held up her bottle. They looked at each other sheepishly before congratulating them. Wade's father took one of the remaining bottles and his mother waved it off.

Ron finished cooking the steaks and they almost finished eating before they heard the helicopters. "Those are getting awfully close." Ron commented.

Shego cocked her head to the side and scowled. "Mr., Mrs. Lode, why don't you get in the house."

Ron looked at her. "GJ?"

Shego nodded. "Definitely GJ choppers."

"Wade?" Wade's mother asked worriedly.

"Mom, don't worry. We did a job for the USA. Perfectly Legal. Global Justice just isn't thrilled with it. It will be okay." He rushed his parents through the patio door as the wind kicked up from the rotors.

Ron frowned down at his plate that now had grass clippings and dirt seasoning the remains. The GJ goons rushed in full swat gear. Shego stood slowly and clasped her hands above her head. One of the goons quickly pulled her arms down to latch them into mittens of steel behind her back.

Agent Will Du stepped in with a smug look on his face. He opened up his mouth to speak, but Ron interrupted him. "You ruined my steak."

Thrown off Agent Du stumbled on his words. "Deal with it." He returned is gaze to Shego. "Shego you are under arrest for theft."

Shego stubbornly stood her ground as the agents tried to move her. "Stoppable. Wanna reach into my front right pocket for that number." One of the goons reached out and before his hand could touch denim Shego had spun sending him sprawling. "I said Stoppable, creep."

Now all the spare agents had stun rifles pointed and were itching to use them. Ron just stood and rounded the table and approached Shego who thrust her hip at him. Carefully he reached toward the pocket. "Don't get too excited, Stoppable." Ron just grinned as he pulled the card free from the pocket.

He turned and pulled out his communicator and dialed. He put the phone on speaker. After a ring a grumbling voice spoke from the speaker. "Who am I speaking with?"

Ron waved to Agent Du as he settled the communicator on the table. "Agent Will Du of Global Justice. Who is this?"

"Am I on speaker?" The General spoke.

"Yes, Sir." Ron responded.

"General Anteel. Release my Asset right this instant, son."

"The criminal Shego is …" He was cut short by the general.

"If she is taken anywhere I will have you up on charges of treason so fast your head will spin, son." The General sounded more awake now.

"Sir, I don't…" Will couldn't even finish his statement.

"Stoppable, you there?" The General asked.

"Yes, Sir." Ron responded again.

"I know you're not under my command, but know that I can have a literal bus full of lawyers to back you up when I give you an order. Three inches, Stoppable. If they move her three inches make sure they don't reach six. I have to make a call."

Ron shrugged as he looked at Agent Du. "You got it, General" Ron's response was met with a click as the General cut the connection. Ron crossed his arms as he looked at Du.

"Ron, hey Ron. Look." Shego got his attention. With a fool's open mouthed grin she looked back at the agent and stepped into him moving a distance. The agent looked at Du unsure of what to do. "See, see he moved me!" She looked quickly between Ron and the Agent.

All Ron could do was laugh. "Yeah, not taking the bait, but nice try." He held up his hand with fingers close together. "This close to believing you."

All she did was pout. "No fun."

Agent Du's communicator beeped and he put a finger to his earpiece. He glared at Shego as he listened. With what looked like a bitter taste in his mouth he responded. "Yes Ma'am." His hand dropped and he ordered to his Agents. "Release her."

To her credit she didn't gloat too much. "Have a nice day, gentlemen. It's been fun." She waived at Agent Du as he stalked off the patio.

Ron began collecting dishes from the table. Shego pointed to the still mostly full beer of Ron's. "Gonna finish that?" Ron shook his head. Shego took a swig before sticking a finger in the neck so she could carry it as well as the two large bowls. She carried them to the patio door that Wade opened for her. She settled the two bowls down on the kitchen counter next to Wade's mother. "The potato salad was delicious. You know before GJ added the grit to it. Thanks."

She took another swig of the beer as she headed out to help Ron with the rest of it. Before she made it to the door she was stopped by Wade's father's voice. "You're a criminal?"

Shego turned to him. "Thats kind of a grey issue right now. Still working that out at the moment."

"Dad! We went over this." Wade spoke.

"That was before we were assaulted by SWAT!" He responded angrily

"Well to be fair it wasn't SWAT, it was Global Justice." Shego poked the bear. "And they were only pissy because we returned government property that they had detained that was created by DARPA. So…"

Wade's father's nostrils flared in anger. "I understand that, but you're a bad influence. And how long until you seduce my son into helping you steal something that isn't part of this Asset retrieval!"

Ron closed the patio door with an elbow. He looked at Shego and watched her school her response with a careful sip of beer. She looked at him and his raised eyebrow and inhaled deeply before responding. "Must be nice up there on that high horse. Should probably not be a sexist pig from up there though." He recoiled with confused look on his face. "Not convince him with a reasoned argument how theft was okay, or the promise of money from the sale. Nope, the only thing I have at my disposal is this rockin' bod and these child bearing hips." He stuttered a response, but was cut off.

Shego approached and put a hand on Wade's shoulder. "Point is Wade is a good kid. Raised right, friends with the princess supreme of do-goodery, and her goofball sidekick. If I came at him with a good argument it would take him all of ten minutes to prove me wrong." She took a seat at the table. "Money doesn't interest him. The only thing money is for is so he can help others with it. And if I did swing my child bearing hips his way…" She paused. "Well he is a teenager so he might last 3 seconds. Four on the outside." Ron chuckled. "But he would feel so bad about stealing he'd have us turned in within 24 hours, tops. Like I said he's a good kid. That's why he picks the missions."

Wade's father let out a long breath before Shego continued. She stared into space as she talked. "Up until now I've been thieving for villains and and for the hell of it and that's gotten me a lot of wealth, a lot of enemies, and a lot of heat." She returned her gaze to them. "Couple of weeks working in this grey area of stealing for the right people and I get to flick the nose of the most powerful anti-villainy agency in the world." She flicked a thumb out the patio door. "No, prison to break out of. No, tazing. And I still get to do the most fun hobby in the world, to me."

"And when you run out of acceptable things to steal?" Wade's Mother asked.

Shego smiled. "As long as there are villains, they will always steal tech. Tech that needs stealing back." She stood. "Unless we get a more competent competition is this completely open field we won't want for business." She yawned. "I am beat." She finished the beer. "Taking the jet to the Bahamas for a tan. Anyone else?"

"Not tonight are you?" Ron asked.

"Oh hell no." She waved the beer bottle. "Probably noonish tomorrow."

"Sorry, I still have some cleanup to do with the DoD." Wade responded as he moved to help in the kitchen.

"No, got a job interview in the morning." Ron reached for the patio door. "But help me sweep up and I can give you a ride home?"

Shego moved to help. "It's like ten, man. I'll help sweep, but my place is over an hour away. I'll call a cab. Can't let you blow an interview 'cause you overslept."

Break

Ron stepped into his home and hung his keys on the ring by the door. On the small table he found a letter from Kim. He took it with him as he quietly made his way up to his room. He yawned as he settled into the chair at his desk. He opened the letter and unfolded to read it to himself.

He pulled out a pad of paper.

"KP,

No problem whatsoever. I will always have an open ear, though the time lag makes venting kind of difficult. Keep your chin up.

So is B taking the same degree as you or something? Kind of strange. She never struck me as the philisofical type. Seemed more like the, "Bag me a sugar daddy" type. Don't let her read that. She "seemed" like that. I could of course be completely wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.

Speaking of completely wrong. Totally wrong about Shego. Turns out if you're willing to get on the same page, she is totally okay with stealing for the good guys. She has convinced Wade and I to go into business with her. Yeah the Queen of the Shadows had a business idea that involves retrieving stuff that's been stolen. It's kind of like a twisted version of a lot of our missions. No, not twisted in a bad way. Wade picks the missions so he is quality control and then Shego and I come up with the plan and to the job. The last one was getting a DARPA project back from GJ. GJ confiscated it from Drakken and never returned it to them so they hired us to get it back.

And it's all planning so I can hold down a kitchen job. Got an interview tomorrow with that high class restaurant on fourth. Hopefully I can work up to Sous chef before I finish high school.

Anyway. Wish me luck. And I don't need to wish you any, because you'll do fine. But just in case, good luck Kim. And I suppose to Bonnie, too.

Ronster."

Break

Bonnie opened her eyes and groaned. She pulled back the comforter and slid her legs out and over the side. Idly she noted the yellowing bruises below the line of her shorts. Yawning she looked at the alarm clock and turned off the alarm that hadn't gone off yet. 05:58 glared out at her. Standing she stretched and looked across at Kim's bed. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of an older woman sitting on the small couch between their beds. She simply smiled back at Bonnie.

"Kim." Bonnie hissed not taking her eyes off of the woman. "Kim get up."

"Fuuukkkk you." Kim murmured into the pillow.

"Kim we have a visitor. A creepy visitor." The woman pursed her lips as the smile faded. Apparently not pleased with the description Bonnie had given her.

Kim flopped the covers away and blearily scanned the room. Her eyes locked on the woman, too who turned to Kim now. "Good morning, acolytes."

Bonnie stepped from her bed and carefully eased away from it. She scanned the rest of the room. "Mornin'" She took another step away. Kim too was carefully out of bed now. "Whats going on?"

"My name is Dr. Anne Ackerman. Psychologist assigned to you." She indicated the coffee table ladened with breakfast stuff. "Please. If you'll take a seat." She indicated the armchairs flanking the coffee table that Kim and her had shared many a meal over so far.

Cautiously they approached and sat. "Pretty sure I don't have to repeat the question, Dr. Ackerman." Bonnie said as she reached for the cup and the carafe of coffee. She poured herself and Kim a cup. She noted that the food wasn't carefully portioned or divided. "Why the feast?"

Kim looked down to grab the cup and noted the same thing. "Yeah?"

Despite herself Bonnie found herself reaching for the meat even though plenty of other foods were available. The Doctor leaned back to get out of their way. "Up until now we have been working on your physical capability. We already knew both of you would excell. Now we move on to hardening your mind."

Bonnie finished the sausage. "So murdering two innocent people in front of us wasn't part of that?" She asked a little too harshly.

To her credit the Doctor did frown and at least look embarrassed. "That was unfortunate, but deemed necessary."

Kim motioned with a rolled up pancake. "So, whats next? Drowning puppies? Will that be necessary?"

The Doctor pursed her lips and shook her head. "No. And I'm sorry you had to see that." She took a deep breath. "Please don't make me out to be the monster here." She looked at both of them in turn. "What we are trying to prepare you for is… not easily explained or defined. We are working with what we have. The Mistress will be calling you to her to train you her way, and her plane is… challenging to prepare for." She stared off into space absently as she spoke. "A place where your mind is easily led astray amid extremes of all kinds."

She shook herself and picked up a cup of coffee herself. "And that is why we will be using chemical means to try and simulate that for you. As well as physical means." She took a deep drink of the brew. "Know that we have limits on what we will be doing to you." She smiled sadly. "Not many, but they are in place."

"What can we expect?" Kim asked.

"I won't tell you." Dr. Ackerman shook her head.

"What will you be dosing us with?" Bonnie asked.

Again she shook her head. Bonnie stared across at Kim with a frown. "We will be monitoring you. Closely to make sure you don't harm yourselves as best we can." Bonnie sighed heavily. Kim looked terrified. The Doctor smiled and rested a hand on each of their shoulders. "This first one is fairly mild. Maybe some auditory and mild visuals." She reached to her side and pulled out two small bottles of water, and from her pocket she pulled out two pills. She carefully placed each bottle with one pill on the top of each. "This is how you will be greeted each day. Sometimes it will be the pill, sometimes the water, and sometimes neither. You will not know which."

Bonnie picked up her portion and rolled the unmarked generic pill in her fingers. "Will psilocybin be in the mix?"

The Doctor nodded. "It is a decent dissociative and hallucinogenic so it is in the roster. Do you have a reaction to it?"

Bonnie popped the pill in her mouth and drained the small bottle. "I just have a tendency to go streaking on it." Kim just stared at her in shock. "Go get the chute, Kim." Bonnie watched Kim reluctantly take her dose and down it. "Safe to say it won't be shrooms today though." She took another swallow of coffee before she took another sausage and leaned back. "Mild visuals and auditory, so THC?"

Dr. Ackerman smiled. "Its best if we don't tell you." She stood. "Happy trails. Your courses have been cancelled for today. Good luck." She stepped around them to leave the room.

"Hey doc?" Bonnie stopped her. "This is pretty fucked up." All the doctor did was give her a sad smile before closing the door behind her. Bonnie returned her gaze to Kim. She was leaned back in her chair terrified. "Whats up?"

Kim looked up from her worried hands. "I've never done any drugs, ever."

"Yes you have. You've been on anesthesia."

Kim was getting more scared. "That's different!"

Bonne took another bite and finished it. "Okay first step in preparing for any trip is you don't go in all anxious and from the looks of it, absolutely terrified."

"You've never been mind controlled. Trapped in your own mind unable to stop yourself from doing things."

Bonnie smiled. "And you've never dropped acid before so how about you listen to the person who has." Bonnie watched as Kim opened her mouth to speak and shut it. "Good. Now here is the worst case. Ready?" Kim nodded. "A HEAVY dose of acid. I'm talking melting walls, Satan calling to you from the basement, heavy dose." Kim started to get terrified again. "Just remember its chemical and it wears off. So when the trip starts to go bad, just remember it will end."

Kim looked back at her. "And it being preparation for another freaking plane of reality, what if over there it doesn't end?"

Bonnie took another bite of sausage and grinned. "I guess we'll have to burn that bridge when we get to it." Kim just shook her head and ate another pancake. "I guess we'll just have to figure out something."

"Sounds like schizophrenia."

"I've been told that. Sounds like the mental disease is way worse though."

Kim was silent as she ate more. "How much experience do you have?"

Bonnie smiled again. "Compared to you, a lot." She leaned forward and snagged a piece of bacon. "Pot, shrooms, extacy, some acid." She took a bite of the bacon. "Never did get into the real heavy amphetamines like meth. Never did any opiates other than prescription, you know percocet and oxycontin." She licked the bacon grease from her fingers. "Did cocaine a few times, but just couldn't get over the taste." Bonnie looked over to the slack jaw of Kim. Bonnie shrugged. "What?"

"Thats a lot." Was all she responded with.

"For you it is." Bonnie gave a short laugh. "And from the sounds of it, you'll be tasting a good number of them for the first time. Congratulations." Bonnie stood and stretched. "You need to get out of worried mode. I'm going to get some real clothes on and you are going to help me with my math homework." She started walking away.

"I still don't get how you are so calm about this."

Bonnie turned and walked backwards. "I'm not, but we need to do something other than worry." She reached her dresser and pulled out some clothes. "And from the sounds of it, after the drugs hit, math probably won't be something I'll be able to work on."

"Too busy watching the walls melt?"

"Maybe, or playing with Chester the squirrel. He has the best stories." Bonnie let it hang in the air for several seconds. "Kidding, K." Kim laughed nervously as she rose to get herself dressed. "It's a her and her name is Diana"

Kim reached her own dresser. "Really doesn't help getting me out of worried mode."

Bonnie took her clothes to their shared bathroom. "I know but it made me laugh." As she passed Kim she put a hand on her shoulder. "And we know a couple of things for certain. One, it won't be an overdose. Mr. Bundy is an expert and I guarantee he is in the dosing committee or whatever it is. Two, we are surrounded by servants, guards, and teachers so if we do go off the deep end on a bad trip…" She held up an imaginary rifle. "Dart gun with sedatives and we sleep it off."

Kim looked back at her still worried. "There are cases where people are left permanently messed up by these kinds of drugs, B."

Bonnie smiled. "Very very rare cases." She patted Kim's shoulder. "So guess we roll the dice, huh?" Bonnie entered the bathroom to change. It didn't take her long. Walking out she found Kim had sat back down and was looking at the bottle again as if it held answers. "I've had good trips too, K." She looked up with a sad smile. "DMT was neat. Like getting yanked into another dimension." Bonnie sat down across from Kim. "Filled with very talkative beings made of hope and joy."

"I'm afraid I will do things I normally wouldn't do. Like hurt people." Kim inhaled deeply and let it out slowly.

Bonnie leaned forward and took a bite of another sausage. "It's a possibility, but unlikely." She looked across at Kim. "Listen, I don't know what you need me to say. From my perspective you are getting WAY, too worried about it. We have no idea what is coming, how is that any different than normal?" Kim just frowned. Bonnie sighed heavily. "You, yourself told me a while ago that I was thinking too hard." Bonnie pointed the remaining sausage at her. "Kim, you're thinking too hard."

Kim smiled and speared a piece of melon and ate it. She swallowed before talking. "I will try." She got up and started toward the bathroom. "I've been told I am very stubborn."

Bonnie laughed. "I can attest to that."

Kim looked at her before entering the bathroom. "Bitch." Bonnie mock bowed in response.

Kim also didn't take long. Together they cleaned off most of the food on the table. Then Bonnie pulled out a textbook from their desk. "She told me I had the right answer, but still failed the question." She handed the sheet to Kim who looked it over.

Kim handed it back. "You cheated." Bonnie scowled up at her. "You didn't use the formulas. You just did it graphically, which will get you the right answer, in this case. The formulas will get you the answer in all the cases. Do it again."

Bonnie snatched the paper back and began again. "How did you do Calc and save the world?" Bonnie could feel Kim lean away.

"Not easily." She paused for a while. "Worked my ass off, and got lucky with teachers that would work with me."

All Bonnie could do was grumble an assent as she stared down at the problem. Eventually she worked through it the way the teacher wanted. "This was the only one that got me." She handed the page back and turned to Kim. "I'm a slow learner, but I do get stuff eventually."

Kim just laughed a bit. "You are a lot of things, but a slow learner is not one of them." She returned her gaze back to the page. "These may be just prep classes, but they are college prep classes. I guarantee that you would never have taken a single one of them back in Middleton High."

Bonnie closed her eyes and leaned back in the desk chair. "You are correct there." She smiled despite herself. She stretched enjoying the feel of it. She heard the paper being put back on the table and before she could open her eyes she felt something pleasant touch her lips. Reacting almost on instinct she began to return the kiss. It was a kiss. She leaned in relishing the feel of it.

As suddenly as it began it ended, and her eyes snapped open. Kim was already four steps away. "Oh, my god, B. I am so sorry, I have no idea why I did that."

Bonnie just smiled and touched her own lips as Kim continued to freak out. "Kim." Kim didn't respond. "Kim!" Kim stopped rambling apologies and looked back at her with a worried look on her face. Bonnie sat up straighter. "Okay, just… Just take a deep breath." Kim started to protest. "No, I'm in teach mode here. Take a deep breath." Kim did as she was told. "Now, just stretch." Kim nodded and reached above her head with both hands and stretched.

"Now release the breath." Again she just watched Kim do it, and the smile spread across her face. "That felt amazing didn't it."

Kim had a broad smile and closed eyes. "The stretch did."

Bonnie laughed. "Fuck you, the kiss did, too."

Kim's smile faded. "Listen, I …"

Bonnie cut her off. "They dosed us with MDMA, also known as Molly, Extacy, and a few other names." Bonnie stood. "Its an amphetamine that makes the brain dump all its happy juice at once." She reached out and gently brushed a few strands of Kim's hair out of her face with her fingertips. Kim inhaled deeply at the touch and leaned into it. "That means that every god damn thing feels amazing. Lowered inhibitions." Bonnie reached out and held Kim's shoulders. "So, that is why it's perfectly fine you kissed me." She nodded and Kim smiled sheepishly at her. "But no more of the sexy time."

"I don't want…"

Bonnie could only laugh. "What I really want to do right now is wear you like a scarf and keep working it till my jaw gets tired." Kim blushed deeply. "And I will be damned if I am going to give some perv behind a computer monitor the pleasure, so we are going to do something else." She let go of Kim. "Okay?"

Stepping away Bonnie watched Kim grasp her shirt above her stomach and squeeze the fabric. "You have a plan?"

Bonnie looked around and locked eyes on the table. "We'll gather our mess, take it to the cafeteria. We'll get some fruit and hopefully hard candy."

Kim started toward the table. The first step she looked down at her feet and scrunched her toes on the short carpet and her grin widened. She took a deep breath and shook her head as if in disbelief. "Man you weren't kidding." She began walking again. "Why the hard candy?"

Bonnie made a stack and picked it up. "So your mouth has something to do." Kim picked up her stack and the carafe of coffee. She looked at Bonnie with a confused smile. "Otherwise you start grinding your teeth." Kim nodded. "Other things to watch out for is dehydration and overheating. I guess some people experience an inability to properly maintain body temp so when we get back we'll crack the windows and cool it down in here."

"Sounds like a plan."

Bonnie smiled as she elbowed the door open. "Not really. Still have to find something to do after getting back."

"So just sitting back and enjoying it isn't an option?" Kim asked.

Bonnie laughed. "Fuck no!" Bonnie got out of Kim's way so she could get out of the room. "Sitting back will turn into furious masturbation for at least an hour." Kim looked at her in shock. "Yeah not joking there. Should plateau in a half hour or so, prime self exploration time. Then a couple hours up and then a crash."

"How bad?"

"Some jangly and tired. A little hangover if you didn't stay hydrated." Bonnie looked back at her. "Suppose there are Succubusses in the realm of death."

Kim stared back at her. "I think the plural of succubus is succubi. And the male version is incubi. I don't know, maybe. That would explain this particular drug I guess."

Bonnie turned around to continue walking. "Or like the doc said to ease us into mind altering drugs."

"Yeah or that." They made their way down the hall with little incident. Kim stopped once to stare at a light. "Really bright isn't it." Kim nodded before tearing her eyes away to continue down the hallway. "Dilated pupils. Watch people walking, you might get some tracers." Bonnie turned to watch where she was going. She looked back to see Kim blushing as she looked ahead at Bonnie. When Kim finally made eye contact she couldn't help but smile wider. "Bitch, you were staring at my ass weren't you?"

Kim took a breath and let it out. She sped up to come up alongside Bonnie. "Go to hell."

Bonnie laughed. They deposited their plates on the shelf for the scullery and made their way up to the register. "Mornin." She greeted the ever present chef happily. "Wondering if you have any hard candy." Bonnie heard Kim plating up behind her.

He seemed surprised. "We do. Why? I'm not allowed to deviate from the…"

Bonnie smiled. "I know, but you see now it's on to chemically induced altered states of mind." She paused. "And right now…" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Look, we are rolling hard right now and we just need something so suck on." She held up her hands. "I know that sounds bad, but work with us please? I meant that in as non sexual a means as I can."

He simply smiled and shook his head. "Give me a minute." He ducked into the kitchen.

Bonnie turned and looked out at the sparsely populated room. Individuals seated, all with open books in front of them. She turned to Kim behind her. "Whatcha got?"

Kim took a strawberry and bit the tip off of it with a small moan and a smile. "You particular about anything else?" She indicated the platter with some strawberries, raspberries, a few apples, and generally a full assortment.

Bonnie looked behind Kim and reached behind her slowly to pull up a full bin of blueberries. "I really like blueberries."

"Fair enough."

The chef returned with a small bowl with what looked like homemade jolly rancher knock offs. "I hope assorted flavors will do." Bonnie nodded. "I can still tell my wife I was hit on by a student, right?"

Bonnie smiled. "Oh of course. And I was just oh so heartbroken at the denial." She mock pouted. He waved as they departed the cafeteria. They walked side by side down the hall. As they approached their room, Kim slowed and stopped, her hand on the wall. "You okay?" Kim nodded slightly, her breathing fast. "You don't look okay." Bonnie rested a hand on Kim's shoulder and rubbed it slightly.

Kim took a deep breath and stood up from her half bow. "Yeah, Yeah. Just uh…" Kim shook her head again and blinked hard. "Just hit me kind of hard there."

Bonnie looked back confused. "What hit you?"

Kim started walking and Bonnie stayed with her. Kim pointed at herself and waved the finger up and down her whole body. "This whole, thing, just kind of hit me."

Bonnie nodded. "It can do that. You're not feeling tired are you?"

Kim looked at her horrified. "Hell no. Kind of feel like I can run a marathon. Why?"

"Good. I know I said not to worry about overdosing, but drugs affect everyone a little differently. Those that almost OD describe it as going to sleep. Getting really really tired all of a sudden." Bonne slapped Kim between her shoulder blades and watched her take a deep shaky breath. "So sounds like we're good there."

Kim got her breath under control. "Please don't slap me again."

Bonnie chuckled. "I was meeting you halfway, I wanted to slap your ass."

"Definitely don't do that."

They entered their room and put their lode on the small table. Bonnie sat and stretched luxuriously on the chair. "I really want to dance." She finished the stretch. "Wish I had my phone. I have a killer playlist."

Kim popped a blueberry in her mouth and swallowed before stepping back and into a defensive stance. "Have you done tit for tat sparring yet?"

Bonnie grinned. "That is perfect. We can kill hours that way." Bonnie got up and approached with the relaxed ready posture she was slowly learning. Kim struck and she parried the blow.

Bonnie didn't really know how long they were at it, but it was long enough for them to reach one hundred blows several times. She breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Okay." She took several more deep breaths to get it under control. "I think we're good. How about a shower." Kim smiled broadly. "You first. I need to cool down more." She had her hands on her hips breathing hard yet. "How do you keep going like that."

Kim laughed, barely breathing hard. "More experience, I guess?" She approached her dresser. Bonnie flopped into the chair facing Kim's side of the room. "Remember, you haven't been fighting all that long. Lots of cheerleading, not fighting." Bonnie watched as she pulled out some clothes and she stopped. "That crash you were talking about, do you just sleep through it normally?"

"Yeah usually, when you can." She looked across at the window with the murky cloudy light entering the room. "Afternoon nap apparently."

"A siesta." Kim stated as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Bonnie heard the shower kick on. Absently she took a knife from the platter and began cutting up an apple. Slowly she ate the slices, thoroughly enjoying the feel and taste of it. She made it almost all the way through before she heard the shower kick off. She stood and got herself a change of clothes and sat back down. She waited. Waited more. "Hey, K? Did you fall in or something?"

Bonnie heard shuffling in the bathroom. "N No! Almost done." Bonnie grinned. The grin only widened as she exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair. "Your turn."

Bonnie stood. "Distracted?" Her only response was a stuck out tongue. Bonnie reveled in the hot water sluicing over her body. Unlike Kim she was able to dry herself without getting sidetracked. She wrapped her hair up and excited to find Kim nibbling as well. As she sat down, Kim nudged a tall glass of water her way. "Thanks."

"No prob." Kim leaned back and pulled the towel from her head and finished drying it.

Bonnie drained the glass and set it down on the table. She looked over at Kim finishing drying her hair. "Can I braid your hair?" She asked completely out of the blue.

It took Kim by surprise. "Umm. Sure?" She stood and went to the bathroom. She returned with tools and some rubber bands.

Bonnie shifted from the chair to the couch. She patted the seat beside her. "Gives me something to do with my hands." Kim sat down. Bonnie leaned her back up against the armrest and put one leg up on the couch behind Kim. Kim turned and pulled her legs up and Bonnie brought her other leg up encircling Kim. She took the brush and began to gently brush it out.

She felt Kim take one of her feet in her hands and absently massaged it. "Did you used to do this with your sisters?"

Bonnie continued to brush. "No." She sighed. "By the time I had hair long enough to braid they were already in high school. No time for the youngest." She pulled the towel from her head after some final ruffles and set it down between her legs to catch the residual drips of water from Kim's hair. "You have two brothers don't you?"

"Jim, and Tim, yeah. Neither one of them ever had a desire to play with hair." Kim chuckled. "Well putting out burning hair from a homemade rocket doesn't count does it?"

Bonnie felt shocked. "They hit you with rockets!"

Kim stopped her hands. "Jesus, B, no!" She resumed. "Well, not on purpose. Twice on accident." She held up her hand and showed Bonnie a couple of very fine scars on her hand. "The last one blew up in my hand."

Bonnie nodded and adjusted herself. Kim switched to her other foot. "My first time having sex was on Molly."

Bonnie watched Kim's back stiffen. "Really? I mean, I can see why."

Satisfied that Kim's hair was brushed enough she set it aside and began to segment the hair. "Yeah, I was a freshmen at a senior party. I was super stupid, pretty lucky I didn't die." She began gently working on one section of hair. "Can't even remember his name." She sighed. "Or his girlfriends name who sat on my face." Kim was silent letting her continue. "It was fun, what I remember of it."

"B, that's rape." She said silently.

Bonnie shrugged. "I know." She responded equally quietly. Kim turned her head to look at her. "What?"

"Did you do anything about it?"

Bonnie smiled softly before poking a finger at Kim's face making her face forward again. "What was I going to do? Not shower, get a rape kit done by probably a male doctor and have to explain it to a probably male police officer?" She let the questions hang in the air. "No, I'm pretty sure you'd have done what I did. Go home take a loooong shower and cry myself to sleep." She sighed and dragged out the braid she had been working on, not satisfied. "It's not like it was the bad kind of rape. I did enjoy it, at the time. Just felt dirty afterwards."

"Still, though." Kim was still quiet. "You didn't confront him?"

"No." She paused. "Did get the name of his dealer. Got a bunch of Molly and…"

Kim interrupted her. "No… B, you didn't. Did you?"

Bonnie stopped braiding. "Did I what?"

"Try to…" Kim trailed off.

"Try to kill myself? Is that what you want to ask?" Kim nodded. "No. I mean, it did cross my mind, but anyone who says it doesn't is a liar." She continued braiding. "No I got high as hell and had a very very interesting day at school." Kim chuckled and Bonnie watched her shoulders relax. "Do you know how hard it is to not make noise while orgasming in class? I'll tell you, very hard."

Kim squeezed Bonnie's knee. "Why are you spilling the beans?"

Bonnie finished the first braid and tied it off with a rubber band. "I don't know, just talking." She began on the second segment. "Your turn, deepest darkest secret."

"First, though, are you giving me pigtail braids?"

Bonnie shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing so you are going to have to deal with what you're given. At least I'm actually braiding and not making a bunch of knots."

Kim laughed. "Well hooray for that." She took a deep breath and reached over to grab a few blueberries. She reached back with one and Bonnie leaned forward and ate it from Kim's fingers. Kim was silent for several more seconds. "I really don't have anything on that level."

Bonnie smiled. "I didn't say I needed a sob story from you. I said deepest darkest secret."

Kim was still silent as she ate another berry. "I'm afraid I will be a disappointment to my parents." She let it hang in the air. "I'm not as smart as they are, and that's kind of their thing."

Bonnie jerked a little on the patch of hair. "You have single handedly saved the world and you're worried about disappointed a few eggheads?"

Kim turned and caught her eye. "Okay, one, they're my parents so maybe not eggheads please and thank you." She turned her head back around. "And two, it was never single handedly. I always had Ron with me." Bonnie cringed and squeaked out a sound of disbelief. "I know, I know. He is kind of a goofball, but he is an important part of the team. I can't count the number of times he has done the mess up the plans part of the job, while I fend off the goons." She sighed. "Yes I am worried I will disappoint them. I mean all I do is beat people up." She ate another blueberry. "How is that supposed to compare to neurosurgeon and a literal rocket scientists?"

Bonnie felt herself yawn. "Yeah, but you're really good at beating people up. That has to count for something."

"Intellectually, I know for a fact that my parents won't be disappointed in me, but I still have that fear, you know?"

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah." She finished off the second segment and continued on to the final one. "C'mon, K. Give me something juicy." She paused. "Did you and Ron ever get freaky?"

Kim chuckled. "No, B. We never knocked boots." She paused. "Never actually had sex."

It was Bonnies turn to chuckle. "That's perfectly fine, princess." She watched Kim's shoulders slump. "Listen, it's not some the mystical experience everyone claims it is." Kim turned her head to look at her. "I know, after Bonnie's sob story I'm not the one you're going to believe, but believe me. Whoever claims it's something magical is just remembering more than it is. It's fun, and it's a good time, but it's not something you have to be ashamed of for not doing or experiencing."

Kim returned her gaze forward. "Did you just abstinence only me?"

Bonnie laughed loudly. "I think I did." She laughed again. "Shit, I did." Kim shook her head.

"I should have though, with Ron. You know, put a ring on it. Do you have any idea what he rakes in on naco royalties?"

"No, how much?" Bonnie asked.

"He showed me one of the stubs from the trust deposit and it was seven figures. That's quarterly."

"Kim Stoppable, the gold digger." Bonnie tied off the third braid and started to braid all three together. "I just might have to warm up to his goofball nature, when this is all over."

Kim picked up two of the candies and offered one to Bonnie who leaned forward and took it with her mouth. "I'm sure we could move to where polygamy is legal. We could be sister wives!"

Bonnie almost choked on the candy. "Could he even deal with that?"

Kim laughed. "No. I know he wouldn't do that."

"I mean we could try." Bonnie finished off the final braid with a pat on Kim's back.

Kim turned and stretched. "Let's back burner that plan." Kim yawned. She looked around and shrugged. She leaned over and laid down on the couch putting her legs between Bonnie and the back. She beckoned Bonnie to lay down. Bonnie looked at her confused. "Lay down, dummy."

"I said…"

Kim interrupted her. "Yeah, its a nap. I'm not going to molest you." Reluctantly Bonnie laid down with her back into Kim. Kim wrapped her arm around her and clutched her tight, protectively. "I wanted to give you a hug, a long hug." Bonnie felt Kim get comfortable behind her. She felt Kim lever a pillow under their heads and wrap the arm under the pillow up so she could stroke Bonnie's forehead.

Bonnie felt herself smile and close her eyes as Kim's finger traced long lines across her forehead. She took and inter twined her fingers with Kim's across her stomach and sigh. "Night." She mumbled. And she heard Kim mumble an assent as she drifted off.

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