TITLE: Sparks
AUTHOR: Allaine
DISCLAIMER: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. All other Characters not related to Kim Possible belong to their respective owners and creators. Original and ideas Characters are the intellectual property of their respective authors.
SUMMARY: A short little fic that you'd never expect from someone like me. Try not to take it seriously.
TYPE: Kim, Bonnie
RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12
NOTE: Okay, explanation time. Over at the KP Slash Haven, we were making up captions to various screenshots from the show, and one of the pictures showed Kim holding a photo of Josh in one hand and giving someone off-camera a look, as if to say, “Are you kidding?” My caption is below:
Kim: THIS is who you want everyone to think we're fighting over?
Bonnie: Do you have a better idea? Because otherwise, people are going to start wondering why we're always the last two out of the girls' locker room.
While I've obviously never considered myself a fan or believer in Kim/Bonnie, and this isn't something I see myself spending additional time on, it did inspire the short additions below, which helped motivate me and get me back to work on my Kim/Shego stories. And since someone suggested I post these at FFN…
Of course, this is an AU, having absolutely nothing to do with my ongoing series.
Words: 251
Tara bolted out of the locker room and slammed the door behind her.
“What?” one of the other cheerleaders asked.
“I think we might need to start practice without them,” Tara said.
“What? Why?!”
“Well, I went to check on them - you know, to see what was taking so long? And I found them in the shower, naked. And Bonnie had her hands wrapped around Kim's throat, and she was banging her head against the floor!”
“Down on your knees, bitch!”
The scream trickled out of the vent at the bottom of the locker room door, and both girls jumped.
Then they looked at each other for a second.
“Josh Mankey,” they said in unison.
“Shouldn't we, you know, try to stop them?”
“I'd like to keep all my fingers and toes, thank you very much,” Tara replied as she moved away from the door. “I swear, you wouldn't think to look at him, but Josh must be some kind of stud. I'd go after him myself if I didn't think it'd get me killed.”
“I think the coast is clear,” Kim murmured.
“How's your head?”
“No big. That was some inspired acting on your part, by the way.”
“I couldn't think of another logical explanation for why we'd be like this,” Bonnie said.
“Well, I'd say you bought us some time.”
“Then where we we?”
Kim grinned. “I believe you were saying something about getting on my knees?”
Bonnie's eyes sparkled. “Hey, it IS my turn, you know.”
The End.
