The Pathetic Tale of Bonnie Rockwaller

Chapter 6

Life’s Little Quirks


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TITLE: Life’s Little Quirks

AUTHOR: Blackbird

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kim Possible. She is owned by Disney and Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Any original characters shown or mentioned belong to me and can not be used without permission. Got it?

SUMMARY: Bonnie finds herself in a miserable state after high school. Will she accept Kim's help or will oldgrudges and pride prove to be too much to overcome? Third in the MI series.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Bonnie

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

Words: 6629

Bonnie hummed happily as she stood behind the register. After the success of their first date, she agreed to a second one with Ron which went even better. That was of course followed by a third one and so on and so on until they reached the point where they could be officially considered a couple. It felt nice to be back in a relationship, especially one in which she knew the other person actually cared for her as a person. Brick wasn’t exactly mean to her or anything, but she could tell at times he was with her only because he was a jock and she was a cheerleader. Though, to be fair, that’s why she stayed with him as long as she did. Too wrapped up in the “food chain” to care about real emotions.

But now that she was away from that environment, she could focus on what was truly important: what kind of person her boyfriend was. With Ron the answer was simple; a very kind, loving and loyal person who was with her not just because she was “hot” but because he genuinely cared for her. That was the kind of sentiment that was always missing her in pervious relationships and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out how she went for so long with out it. It just felt so good that when she talked Ron was really listening to her, even when it seemed like he wasn’t. It was another one of his enduring traits and one that made her wonder yet again why his relationship with Kim didn’t work out. They just seemed so perfect for each other and even now with everything that happened between them she could still see a deep connection between them. It just didn’t make sense.

But then again Kim’s loss was her gain so she didn’t let it bother her too much.

The only tiny flaw she could find in Ron was his almost unhealthy love of all things Smarty-Mart. Maybe it was because she still wanted to try and stay trendy with her fashion or maybe it was because she worked there day in and day out and had to deal with all the crap in the store, but she just couldn’t figure out why he liked it so much. He was constantly asking her about when new stuff came in or when they’re having a sale even though he was already signed up for the mailer. When she pointed that out, he wanted to know if she had any “super secret” information that they weren’t printing in the mailer. It could be very…annoying.

Still if that’s the worst thing I can think to say about him, then I think I’m doing pretty good, she mused. And it is kinda fun to watch him get all excited about all the new stuff going on sale. Kinda like a kid at Christmas. Oh God I wonder what he’s going to be like at Christmas? I know he doesn’t celebrate it but all the sales will probably drive him crazy. Should be fun to watch though.

Bonnie was so caught up in her own thoughts, that she barely noticed the man walking up to the register until he was right in front of her. She let out a slight “yelp” over surprise before quickly recovering and straightening herself out. When she did, she got a better look at the man and found his scruffy hair, bushy mustache and faded plaid shirt somehow…familiar.

“Can I help you?” she asked, unsurely.

“Actually, I’m kinda here to help you,” he replied.


“Well you may not remember me. My name’s Earl Hickey, I was in here a few weeks ago buying a couple of fat woman dresses.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed with a snap of her fingers. “Yeah! I do remember you. You’re the guy talking about karma and stuff, right?”

“Yeah that’s me,” he said with a nod.

“So…do you need to buy something else for your list?”

“Well that depends. See, after I left it dawned on me that I might have insulted you by mistake as I was explaining situation. So I went ahead and marked you down on my list here. See,” he took out a well used folded paper of yellow notebook paper and showed her one of the edges. “Number 253 on my list, ‘Inadvertently called the girl at Smarty-Mart a bitch’.”

“Oh. That’s nothing really to worry about. Plenty of people have called me that before,” she told him uneasily.

“That may be, but I’m willing to be not a lot of those people were trying to get right with karma. So what can I do make this up to you so I can scratch you off my list?”

“Actually, you already helped me out in a way.”

“I did?” he asked in surprise.

“Yeah. When you first told me about karma it got me thinking about all the bad things I’ve and that I probably did deserve what I was getting. Especially when my apartment collapsed in on me.”

Earl raised an eyebrow at that comment but didn’t say anything.

“After that I was taken in by someone I use to make fun of in high school…a lot, and I realized that maybe karma was giving me a chance to be a better person. So after some thinking, and some crying, I decided to try and be a better person to see if my luck changed.”

“So has it?”

“Actually, yes,” she said happily. “I’m living in a much better house and even though I’m just renting a room it’s a lot cheaper than my old apartment and it’s help me mend some fences from a long time ago. Not to mention make a new friend. And I’ve even found a new boyfriend.”

“Sounds like things are going pretty well for you,” he remarked.

“A lot better than they were a few months ago. And it’s pretty much all thanks to you. So you can just go ahead and cross me off your list.”


“Yeah,” she said with a smile and a quick nod.

Earl shrugged before taking a pencil out of his breast pocket and scratching number 253 off his list. When he was done he placed both the pencil and the list back in his pocket and smiled at Bonnie.

“Well, that was actually one of the easiest ones to do,” he mused.

“Glad I could help,” Bonnie chuckled.

“I’m glad I could help you. And it seems like things are really starting to turn around for you.”

“Yeah. I think now I can even stand to have this job,” she said, gesturing around her. “I guess it’s not all that bad after all. Who knows? Maybe now that I have people to help me through it I might actually start liking this job.”

“Bonnie, Al’s out sick tonight so you’ll have to work an extra shift in shoes,” Mr. Stockwell informed her as he walked by.

“This place is crushing my soul,” Bonnie muttered as she hung her head weakly.

Earl stood there a moment longer and looked around uncomfortably at the nearly crying girl.

“Well…good luck!” he encouraged before turning and quickly walking away.

After the extra hellish hours she had to spend cramming fat women into shoes that were three times too small for their fat feet, Bonnie found the perfect way to relax; sitting back on the couch and resting her head against the shoulder of her new beau. While it wasn’t quite the quality alone time she would have liked, given that Kim was sitting on the other side of him on the couch and Shego was walking back and fourth trying to put Shin to sleep, it was still a rather nice way to kick back after work. Especially after having to deal with the snobbery of her sisters for so long or the den of weirdos from her old building. To be with a group that actually cared for her and didn’t just her on how she spoke or how she dressed or even what she ate felt very refreshing. Her sisters might be part of her bloodline, but these people were her real family now and she couldn’t ask for anything else.

Well…maybe one more thing.

“Do you have to keep hogging the remote Kim,” she muttered, glaring at the redhead over Ron’s shoulder.

“Well since it is my TV then I’m gonna have to say ‘yes’,” Kim replied with a smirk.

“Ugh. Are you always gonna hold that over me?”

“Only when it’s convenient.”

“Whatever. Just put it on something good,” the brunette sighed as she laid her head again’s Ron’s shoulder again.

“For your information, I was just about to put it on updated Oh Boyz episode of ‘Where Are They Now’.”

“So two years ago! ‘Rollerblading With Celebrities’ is about to start.”

“We are sooo not watching that.”

“Better than a show about a band that’s been over twice now.”

“But the new show features their current status along with Dex’s new solo career.”

“I can’t believe you still follow him,” Bonnie sneered.

“I can’t believe you want to see a bunch of has been celebrities making fools of themselves in some desperate attempt to restart their careers,” Kim shot back.

“Ladies, ladies,” Ron spoke up in a soothing tone. “There’s no need to fight. The Ron Man knows exactly what we can watch.”

They looked at him expectantly.

“GWA Thursday Night Beatdown is about to start,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“No!” Kim, Bonnie and Shego all shouted at once.

“Ooh, I never get to have any fun,” he moaned in defeat as he sank into the couch a bit.

“Look how about we throw it on ‘Home Remodelers’ and watch people freak out of their new, gaudy looking houses?” Shego suggested as she continued to rock Shin gently.

Kim and Bonnie looked at each other for a second then shrugged.

“Sure,” they said at the same time.

“Jinx owe me a soda!” Kim stated quickly.

Bonnie just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“That’s getting so old,” she muttered.

“Only cause I keep beating you to the punch,” Kim smirked.

“Well it’s nice to see you two are getting along better than in high school,” Ron quipped.

“Actually this is a lot better than our old fights,” Kim clarified.

“Yeah. We’ve actually gotten pretty use to living together. More than we did when we had to room together at cheer camp,” Bonnie said, shuddering a bit at the memory.

“Oh don’t remind me!”

“What, you two didn’t get along then?” Ron asked, looking between the two.

They looked at him like he had grown a second head that was speaking French.

“No,” Kim started, still staring at him questioningly. “Why would you think that?”

“Well…I just thought with the camp environment and all…” he tried to explained, not sure if it was a good idea or not.

“What about it?” Bonnie asked, staring at him intently.

“I…just had a different idea on how it all worked out.”

“I’m going to regret this,” Kim muttered, “but how did you think it turned out.”

In response to the question, Ron got a far away look in his eyes as he turned his head upwards toward the left slightly and launched into a fantasy he’d had a few times before.

Feathers floated slowly down to the floor of the small wooden cabin. A series of playful, delighted giggles echoed off the walls as Kim and Bonnie sat on the bottom bunk and continued to gently bop each other with soft, downy pillows. They were dressed in nearly identical set of lingerie consisting of a strapless bustier, a pair of panties and thigh high stockings. The only difference between the two were the colors of their apparel. Kim’s was a snowy white while Bonnie’s was a bitch black.

Well…that wasn’t the only difference. Bonnie did fill her bustier out more than Kim did hers, but even her moderate sized bust looked bigger as it was pushed together and jutted out by the tight fabric. Thankfully the tightness of their clothes didn’t restrict their movements as they continued their mock fight, smiling and laughing at each other as they did so. Eventually though, they grew tire of their playing and tossed the pillows back onto the bed. They smiled gently at each other as the loose feathers continued to float gently down around them.

“Well, now that we’ve resolved our differences through a pillow fight,” Bonnie started as she placed a hand on one of Kim’s thighs, “how about we explore our sexuality.”

Kim’s smile broadened as she brought a hand up to rest on Bonnie’s left cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied sultry as she started to move forward.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Bonnie moved forward as well, her hand moving up from Kim’s thigh to the small of her back to hold her steady. Their eyelids slid closed as their mouths opened and drew ever closer to each other. Inch by inch they drew closer and closer, their breaths getting short with anticipation and growling lust until finally…

Ron was brought violent out of his story/fantasy by a smack to the back of he head from Bonnie.

“Ow!” he shouted.

Before could bring his hand up to rub the now sore spot, Kim got a blow of her own in.

“Ow!” he repeated, looking at her in surprise.

A third strike came from Shego, who had moved behind him at this point.

“OW!” he shouted again, now finally able to rub the very sore spot as he twisted to glare at her. “You weren’t even there!”

“Yeah but that felt like the right thing to do,” Shego shrugged. “Besides that serves you right for fantasying about my Kimmie.”

“You two weren’t even together yet!”

“But you’re still thinking about it,” Kim countered with a glare.

“Well…you made me!”

“Yeah, she made you come up with the idea of her and me making out in lingerie,” Bonnie sneered.

“I just…but I…I didn’t…” he stammered before letting out an irritated sigh. “Fine! Make me the bad guy!” he suddenly screamed, throwing his hands into the air. “Just because I dare to share one of my fantasies with you people now I’m somehow the freak! When will this percussion end?!”

He ended his tirade with a large “huff” as he fell back onto the couch in defeat.

“You done?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah I think that’s it.”

“Good. Now just make sure that any future fantasies you have star just me and no one else,” she instructed as she curled up against him again.

“I think that’s doable,” he replied with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Well now that that’s all taken care of, I’m going to go put Shin to bed. She’s finally asleep despite some peoples insane outbursts,” Shego informed, glaring at Ron during the last half of her statement. “I guess she really got tuckered out from the busy day we had. Isn’t that right baby? Huh? We had a busy day today, didn’t we?”

She continued to question Shin in an overly cutise manner and gently tickled her chin as she walked out of the living room. The other three stared at her as she went with Ron looking the most disturbed by the whole thing.

“Okay so am I the only one who finds the ‘Shego doing baby talk’ thing really sick and wrong?” he asked, which earned him another set of glares from Kim and Bonnie. “Apparently so. I’ll just shut up now.”

“Good idea,” Kim replied.

With that decision made, the three settled in right as the show began to start. Shego returned shortly after the credits to sit down next to Kim, who curled up with her in a similar fashion to how Bonnie was sitting with Ron. Both couples made idle small talk and joked about the supposedly “excitingly new and fresh” house designs that look more like a Fung Shu artist threw up in someone’s living room. Of course the best part of the whole was watching people act excited and impressed when you could tell they really didn’t like their houses “improvements”. Though the ones who actually showed their disgust certainly made the show much more interesting.

Once the show was over, another argument over what to watch broke out before Ron finally snatched the remote and set it on the Comedy Channel. Thankfully there was a stand up special on that calmed the three ladies down again. Or at least as calm as they could be while laughing hysterically and almost rolling off the couch. When it was finally over, everyone’s faces were sore from laughter. They took a minute or two to get their breaths and finally calm down again.

“Well that was fun,” Kim said, wiping a tear from her eye. “But I think now I definitely need to get some sleep.”

“Quitting on me early tonight Princess?” Shego teased as squeezed Kim closer to her.

“Hey you try spending all day in the desert thwarting Prof. Dementor’s latest crazy scheme and see how tired you are.”

“Excuses, excuses,” the pale woman muttered playfully as she stood up, pulling the red head with her.

“Hey KP, you mind if I hang out just a bit longer?” Ron asked.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just don’t make too much noise so you won’t wake up Shin,” Kim requested.

“Like you’re one to talk about making noise,” Bonnie mumbled.

Kim’s cheeks flushed a bright red. “Bonnie!”

“Well it’s true,” her lover agreed.

“Shego!” she shouted, looking at the older woman in shock.

“What? I’d know that better than anyone.”

“Well they don’t need to know that.”

“I already do,” Bonnie pointed out. “Remember? I live just down the hall?”

“Fine then Ron doesn’t need to know that!”

“You’re right about that,” Shego mused right before a sly smirk crossed her face. “And I guess we probably should leave them alone. I’m sure Ronnie would love to eat some Bon-Bon.”

Ron’s face glowed redder than Kim’s at that remark and he began to stammer uncontrollably.

“What?! No…I mean yes! I mean…I…I…didn’t…would…uh…” he babbled.

“I think we all get the idea,” Bonnie spoke up, a small blush forming on her cheeks as well.

Shego smiled wider as her inadvertent two-for-one.

“Well now that my work’s done here I shall take my lady and be off!” she proclaimed in an overly heroic fashion, sounding suspiciously like Hego, as she wrapped her arm around Kim’s waist.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just in one of her weird moods today,” Kim apologized.

“I’ll show you a weird mood,” Shego whispered almost seductively as she started to drag the redhead away.

Ron and Bonnie watched rather uneasily as the playful abduction took place, Kim trying to hold a straight face as she pleaded for either of them to help her. The act lasted only until they turned the corner around the archway where she simply dissolved into fits of laughter interrupted by wet, smacking sounds of lips pressing together and soft moans. It was quickly drowned out by the sound of a door closing, leaving the other couple to sit in the couch and marvel.

“Wow. Are they always like that?” Ron asked.

“Actually that’s pretty tame for them,” Bonnie admitted.



“How do you…?”

“More patience than I thought I had and some ear plugs.”

Ron chuckled. “I guess that would do it.”

Bonnie nodded and looked like she was going to say something else but it was cut off by a loud yawn.

“Oh, excuse me,” she replied sleepily. “Guess work took more out of me than I thought.”

“Maybe I should get going then and let you get some rest,” Ron offered as he started to get up from the couch.

“Actually,” she spoked up, placing her hands on his chest to stop him and look up into his eyes. “I was kinda wondering if…maybe…you’d like to…stay?”

He looked down at her questioningly at first before his eyes went wide at what he thought she was implying.

“You…you mean…” he stammered again.

She gave him her own confused look as she raised one eye brow at his response. It then sunk in what he thought she meant.

“Oooh!” she replied, just as surprised as him. “No, not that!”

“Of course not,” he said, sounding a bit disappointed.

She smiled gently then placed a hand on his right cheek to turn it back towards her then leaned in and gave him a soft, reassuring kiss.

“It’s not that I don’t want to do that,” she said gently. “It’s just that I don’t want to do that now. I was just wondering if you’d like to share the bed with me. You know, in the laying next to each other kinda way.”

As he stared into her soft aqua green eyes, his look of disappointment quickly faced into one of contentment. He smiled back at her while he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned forward to give her a kiss of his own.

“Well I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but I’d still be a fool to turn down that kind of request from such a lovely lady,” he replied charmingly.

“Why Ron Stoppable, you do have a way with words,” she smirked before she pulled herself up out of his arms to stand in front of him.

He stood up as well and quickly followed her lead into her own room, staying a few inches behind her to enjoy the view. Realizing what he was doing, Bonnie put a little extra swing into her hips as she made her way into the hallway and down to the bedroom door. She placed her hand on the knob and stopped to look back over her shoulder at Ron.

“Now I hope you know that just because I’m inviting you into my room that doesn’t mean you get to do any funny stuff in here,” she lectured him playfully.

“I’ll be on my best behavior. Scout’s honor,” he said, giving the classic scout salute.

“Don’t you mean Pixie Girl’s honor?” she smirked then pulled the door open.

“Hey! That was just the one time!” he clarified as he followed her in.

What he saw inside surprised him a bit. Mostly due to the fact that the room was surprisingly plain looking. From what he could remember from the few times he had been in the guest room before, not much had really changed except for a new clothes hamper next to the dresser, some posters of pretty boy actors hanging on the walls and a new, violet bed spread. Aside from those minor changes everything else looked the same.

“Didn’t feel like redecorating?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Not really,” Bonnie replied as she opened one of the dresser drawers. “At first it was because I didn’t have that much stuff to put in here but now I’ve just gotten use to it. Kim has surprisingly good taste in furniture.”

He nodded in “half paying attention” way when he realized she was walking right back out of the room.

“Where are you going? I thought we were…?” he asked, inclining his head towards the bed.

“We are. I just want to change into this first,” she explained, holding out her arm to show off the white flannel pajamas hanging from it.


“Yeah. So I’ll be right back, you just stay here and…well do whatever you have to get ready.”

She flashed him another quick smile before carefully closing the door and moving quickly into the bathroom. Once inside, she took care of nature’s call first before washing her hands then going about the usual nightly routine of washing her face, brushing her teeth and switching out of her day clothes and into her pajamas. As she started to button the top up, she paused and looked at herself in the mirror to see exactly how much it didn’t cover when not buttoned. While not leaving her completely exposed it really didn’t leave that much to the imagination. A smirked crossed her face as she thought about what kind of fun she could have with that and after a moment’s thought she buttoned up only the three essential ones over her chest, leaving the rest wide open. She gave a quick wink to her reflection before exiting the bathroom and darting back into her room. When she stepped inside she was a little disappointed to see that Ron had only removed his shoes.

“Tell me you don’t sleep in your clothes,” she deadpaned as she placed a hand full of clothes on her hip.

“Well not usually but…I…usually don’t have anyone else in the bed with me either,” Ron explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Bonnie let out a slightly annoyed sigh but smiled despite herself. She shook her head as she walked over to the clothes hamper to drop the bundle of clothes in before moving over to the other side of the bed.

“Look I’ve heard about your pants falling down enough to know you wear boxers and if that’s what you usually sleep in then I’m okay with it,” she said as she pulled back the covers.

“Well I just thought that…uh…”

His words were lost when she started to crawl onto the bed and he noticed the shirt to her pajamas hung in such away to reveal that she didn’t in fact wear a bra to sleep. Knowing exactly what has caught his eye, Bonnie crawled over to him a little slower before sitting up and thus ending his free show.

“Face is up here,” she quipped, pointing to her face.

“Uh…what was I saying?” Ron asked, completely stupefied.

“You’re trying to explain why wanted to sleep in your clothes.”

“I was? That sounds…stupid.”

“Exactly. So…lose ‘em!”

His earlier anxiety about removing his clothes returned, but the encouraging look on Bonnie’s face, along with what he had just seen, helped him get over them real fast. With a shrug, he quickly began to remove his shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He then slipped into the bed right next to the brunette who leaned forward to give him a quick kiss as she pulled the covers over top of them. When she broke the kiss she laid down fully, placing her head in the crook of his shoulder and slid an arm over his chest. It took Ron a few seconds to get use to the intimate contact but once he did, he slipped an arm around her waist and drew her a bit closer to him.

“Mmmm, this is nice,” Bonnie said sleepily.

“Yeah it is,” he replied as he closed his eyes. “Just one question? Why am I the one with the least amount of clothes on?”

“Because I’m the pretty one.”

“Shouldn’t that mean that you’d be the almost naked one then?”

“Not this time big boy. But maybe next time if you’re good.”

“Booyah,” he whispered.

“Exactly,” she whispered back.

It took only a few seconds for them both to fall asleep with a content smile on both of their faces.

Kim let out a long yawn and stretched as she slowly made her way into the kitchen, lured there in a still sleepy daze by the promising sounds and smells of cooking food. She ran a hand through her still frazzled hair to scratch the side of her head as she tried to force her eyelids to open all the way. It was only her natural instinct to eat that was guiding her towards the kitchen and the half working part of her mind was amazed she hadn’t run into anything yet. It as also trying to figure out when exactly Shego got up to get to the kitchen in time to make breakfast. It was rare for either of them to sleep that much past the other and definitely rare for Shego to wake up early without the assistance of a crying Shin.

Still, if she did get up early enough to make breakfast, Kim wasn’t complaining.

“Morning…Ron?!” she asked when she finally opened her eyes clearly enough to see.

At the sight of her best friend since Pre-K standing in the kitchen wearing the exact same clothes as last night and cooking with a skillet, she had to blink and rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing correctly. When she reopened them she still found Ron standing there, only now she could tell he was wearing an apron and making omelets.

“Morning KP,” he replied casually, flipping one of the folded eggs with a quick jerk of his wrist.

“Yeah it is morning,” she remarked. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Just thought I’d make you girls some breakfast.”

“You got up this early and came all this way just to make us breakfast.”

He looked down at the eggs as his cheeks went a bit red. “Well…actually…I didn’t exactly leave last night.”

Again Kim blinked in surprised. There was no way she heard that right.

“You…stayed…here?” she asked, pointing down to the floor.

“Yeah,” he nodded, getting a bit redder.

“Then…that means…you and Bonnie…”

He let out his almost trademarked panic yelp and nearly dropped the omelet he was cooking.

“No! Not that! We just slept together!” he screamed before he realized what he said. “No! I mean we shared the same bed. I mean…just slept next to each other. Without all the…other stuff.”

“Oh. Oh!” Kim said, finally understanding. “I-I guess that’s OK. It’s still kinda weird though. You staying in my house. Overnight.”

“Well it’s not the first time it’s happened,” he pointed out, returning his focus to the skillet.

“I guess you’re right,” she agreed as she walked over to the fridge. “Still, it’s never really happened in…that kind of capcity before.”

“Yeah, it definitely was a first time for me too.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t the first time for you,” her smirked was hidden inside the fridge as she dug around for a container of orange juice.

He jumped and let out a much smaller yelp.

“Again I didn’t mean it like that!” he repeated.

“I know, I was just teasing you,” she admitted as she pulled the juice out and shut the fridge.

She grabbed a few glasses from the nearby cupboard and carefully set them down next to the four plates placed around the table. She poured herself a cup of OJ before setting the carton down in the middle of them all and took her seat. As she looked around she was impressed to find not only the plates already waiting for everyone else but utensils and napkins as well.

“Wow Ron, you’ve been busy,” she admired.

He shrugged. “Figure I might as well do it right.”

“But you couldn’t get the glasses?”

“I was working on it.”

“Right. Still…it’s nice that you’re setting a place for Shego as well,” she said in a cheerful tone.

“Well I figured we should try to get back to the whole ‘getting along’ thing. That and it’s just way too early to put up with her berating me for not setting her a place.”

“Whatever the case I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

“That reminds me, what does she take in her omelet?”

Kim’s face scrunched up as she tried to remember.

“I think…ham, onions and green peppers,” she told him.

“Figures there’d be something green in there. Think she’ll want black olives too, just to make it complete?”

“I think those three will be fine,” she chuckled.

Ron chuckled as well then went back to his work. In a surprisingly short amount of time he had the remaining two omelets mixed, cooked, and served up on the plate next to the stove. He then shut it off before picking up the plate and carefully walking it over to the table to deposited everyone’s separate omelet onto their own plates. He set it down next to the OJ container and pulled off the apron and hung it over the back of a chair next to Kim. He grabbed the OJ box as he sat down and poured himself a glass. When he put it back he noticed Kim was already starting to cut into her food.

“Not gonna wait for Bonnie and Shego?” he remarked.

“Hey just cause those two like to sleep in doesn’t mean we should have to starve,” she defended herself through a mouthful of eggs.

Ron chuckled a bit before following her advice and taking a bite of his own handiwork. He had to admit it wasn’t that bad, but he still felt it could use a bit more pepper. He’d save that for another time though. Right now he was just enjoying the early morning calm with is best friend. When he looked over at Kim he couldn’t help but smile when he thought of how things ended up.

“What?” she asked when she noticed his staring. “Do I have food on my face.”

“Nah, it’s not that,” he said with a wave. “I was just…thinking.”

“You can actually think this early?”

“You know, that actually sounds like something I’d say.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe we’ve been hanging around each other too long,” he joked.

“You think since Pre-K is too long?” she returned with a smiled.

“I don’t think any time being around you is too long KP.”

“Glad you think so,” she said taking another bite of omelet. She waited until she finished chewing before speaking again. “So what were you thinking about?”

“Just musing over how everything’s turned out.”

“And by ‘everything’ I’m assuming me ending up with Shego and you ending up with Bonnie?”

“Well…yeah! I mean, who’d have ever thought we’d end up with those two. Certainly not me!”

“Me neither honestly. I mean if you told me that last year I would have thought you were crazy.”

“Yeah. Especially since that’s about when we were…” he let the sentence trail off.

“Yeah,” Kim repeated softly.

They lapsed into a silence that usually happened when the subject of their relationship came up. But this time it seemed different. It wasn’t nearly as awkward or painful as it use to be. There was something still there that kept them quite for a bit but they couldn’t really tell what it was.

“Huh,” Kim remarked.

“What?” Ron asked.

“Well…that time didn’t seem that bad.”

He thought about it and blinked. “Hey you’re right.”

“I guess that means we’re both finally starting to really move on.”

“About time,” he muttered, though the smile on his face made it obvious he was joking.

“Yeah, right?” she asked, returning the smile. “And look, we’re even joking about it!”

“Oh my God! I think we’ve had a break through!”

They both burst into a quick laughing fit, but forced themselves not to be too loud for fear of waking their significant others or the baby. When they got themselves back under control they both let out soft sighs.

“Man that feels good,” Ron said.

“Yeah,” Kim agreed. “Nice to know there’s not always going to be that awkweird tension between us.”

“That is nice. But really KP I-”

She stopped him with a wave of her hand. “Please, let’s not ruin it. Let’s just enjoy this tension free moment.”


They went back to enjoying their breakfast in the once again comfortable silence of their restrengthened friendship. Ever the talker though, Ron broke the silence after only a few seconds.

“It’s still weird how things turned out,” he repeated.

“Oh I’m not denying that,” Kim replied. “But I still think it worked out for the best. I mean you’re happy with Bonnie, right?”

“Yeah. I mean I know we’re still just starting out relationship but it’s been pretty bon diggty sweet so far. The Bon-Bon definitely digs the Ron Man,” he proclaimed, puffing his chest with pride.

“And who told you being yourself would work?” she asked with a triumphant smile.

His chest deflated and he hung his head a bit. “You did.”

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘you did’.”

“I did,” she agreed, pointing her fork to herself. “So I believe that’s a point for Possible.”

“I didn’t know we’re keeping score.”

“Well we are. And so far I’m winning.”

“Yeah like I’m really going to get dragged into a competition with you.”

“I’m not that…” Kim started angrily but quickly took a breath and said more calmly, “I’m not that bad.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night.”

She glared at him. “You know this is still my house and I can kick you out of it if I want.”

“But you won’t cause we’re such good friends.”

“Try me.”

They glared at each other for several intense seconds, sizing the other up. They each searched for that chinch in the other’s armor that would allow of them victory. Eventually, though, the facade came crashing down and they both erupted into laughter once again.

“God this feels good,” Kim sighed as she leaned back in her chair. She looked down at her half full glass of OJ and lazily picked it up. “I think this calls for a toast.”

“Toast? I didn’t put any out. I could if you make some if you really want it,” he offered.

“Wrong kind of toast, Ron,” she corrected, holding up the glass for emphasis.

“Oh!” he remarked, holding up his own glass as well. “One of those kind of toasts.”

“Yes, one of those kinds.”

“So what do we toast to? Or weird relationships?”

She placed a finger on her chin as she thought it over.

“Hmmm…how about…to life’s little quirks?”

“Yeah that works for me.”

Having reached an agreement they brought their glasses together with a tiny “chink” before finishing them off in a symbolic act to show that they would always be together no matter what.

We Have Come To Terms

Author’s Notes: Yeah I know, it’s not the usual “The End” I posted at the end of my stories, but I felt like mixing it up a little. Plus I felt it fit the last scene there. A No Prize to anyone who can tell me what anime it’s from.

So this is it, the close to another story in the “MI” universe. Hope you guys enjoyed it and the new couple that sprang about. I know at least one of you did, and you know who you are. ;-) Honestly there’s really not much I have to say except that the “Ronnie want to eat some Bon-Bon?” line came from my roommate who goes by the name of Nate Z on FF.N. Check his stuff out if you’ve got the time, he’s a very underappreciated writer. And despite what he believes he’s a great writer.

The only other bit of business I have to say is that with the conclusion of this story I’ll be doing another “Spotlight” chapter and then taking a quick break from the “MI” universe to work on another fic idea that’s been prodding the back of my mind. If you check out the revised version of “The Plan” on my FF.N profile you’ll see a few new fic names and summaries up there. The next one I plan on working on is “All I Really Want” a K/R & Kigo fic. Yeah, that’s right, both of them at once. How am I going to do this? Well you’ll just have to read it and find out.

Til then, later!

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