September 17th
Bonnie flopped onto her bed. A large smile plastered across her face. Today Ms. Perfect yielded to her, and although being Team Caption would be hard work, it meant nothing to the aqua-eyed teen. What mattered was, she had beaten ’I can do anything,’ Kim Possible.
The satisfaction was pleasing, but it wasn’t the cause of the maniac smile she wore. Rolling off the bed, Bonnie snatched the white iPod from the nightstand. With excitement coursing through her veins, she pocketed the sleek device and grabbed her purse. Looking in the mirror, she straighten the white blouse she wore over a black tank top. The short skirt was still wrinkle free; good. Smiling at her reflection, Bonnie brushed her hair quickly, before she headed out the door.
Shego sat contently in the steel frame chair, occasionally sipping the cooling tea that was placed before her. Watching the cars speed by without interest from the large windows before her, she waited. The door chimed, signifying a new customer had entered, but the raven-haired woman made no move to turn around. The perfume that permeated the small coffee shop belonged to the one she waited for. Shego mentally smiled and remained seated, as she was assaulted by whiffs of jasmine and lilies.
Bonnie spotted Shego with her back to the door as soon as she entered the generic coffee house. The wooden floors, scattered tables, plush chairs, and bar facing the window, all failed to impressed the turquoise-eyed female. Yet her hands were still clammy, and her heart beating a mile-a-minute.
As Bonnie approached the table, and sat opposite the pale woman, she quickly took stock of Shego’s attire. Dressed casually in rust-colored slacks, a black turtleneck, and reflective sunglasses, she was the picture of nonchalance as she continued to stare out the window. Unbeknownst to the teen, the dark sunglasses hid forest-green orbs that tracked her every move.
Nice. Their thoughts echoed the other, as they sat in silence.
“Glad you could make it, Kitten.”
Fishing out the mp3 player, and laying it on the table, the teen leaned back into the steel chair. “Of course I’ve only come to return your iPod.” Forcing herself to remain calm, Bonnie watched the Goroda heir intently.
Shego’s smile was slow and predatory. Yes. The iPod. Not that it mattered to her anymore, she and Mimi had already bought a new one. “That’s all I’ve wanted.”
Aqua-eyes watched the pale woman take the iPod from the middle of the table. She has such delicate writs.“It surprised me to find you only had classical, and instrumental on that.” Bonnie spoke without thinking, and mentally cringed. Well that was smooth.
Shego craned a brow, she hadn’t expected the girl to have listened to it. But considering the mp3 player had been in the teen’s possession for nine months, it should not have stunned her. “Is that so? And what did you expect me to have on this?” Shego found herself honestly curious. For some reason, she wanted to know what the female opposite her thought. What impression did she make on the younger girl, she wondered.
“I donno…Rock? You look like the Gothic-heavy-metal-death-rock type to me.” The pale female’s chuckle was soft and husky. For reasons unknown, Bonnie’s stomach fluttered, and she was unsettled by it.
“Doy! Well then, let me guess, you love the Oh Boyz and Britina.” The enraged blush was so adorable to Shego, and caused the smirk to widen just a bit. Bonnie was so easy to rile up, it was too much fun not to tease her.
A flash of red appeared in Shego’s mind, causing her to scowl. That confident smile and assertive leaf-green eyes irked the pale woman. Didn’t they go to the same school? Weren’t they the same age? Bonnie’s voice shook Shego from her thoughts, as the cheerleader continued, annoyed by the assumption.
“Hell no! I listen to Smash Mouth and MC Honey. Not that you would know who they are. Considering you must live under a rock, to be completely lacking in modern trends.” The woman opposite to her, glared. Score one for Rockwaller, Bonnie mentally cheered.
“Then enlighten me, Ms. Kannon (1).” The words were misdirected and harsh. Although not meaning to, Shego pitched the sleek iPod across the table harshly. Luckily, Bonnie caught the device before it fell.
The sarcasm was not lost on the brunette. Frowning, she pocketed the thin iPod once again.Did she say, or do, something wrong, she briefly wondered. Staring at the cross female before her, Bonnie scoffed.
The challenge was accepted.
October 15th
Bonnie was pacing the empty parking lot behind Bueno Nacho. It had been almost a month since she had last talked to Shego. Although they’ve left each other on bad terms, she was still anxious to see the pale women. Sure they’ve begrudgingly exchanged numbers -- mostly on Shego’s part anyways -- before they parted, but neither had acted on using the information. Until now.
Not that the call was unwelcome, that would be furthest from the truth. Bonnie was just disappointed the call hadn’t come sooner, but at the same time, giddy that she received it. Apparently all Shego needed was some time to cool off. But a month was a long time!
The cheerleader was on edge. She wanted everything to go smoothly today, but it seemed the handful of times that they’ve meet, they always leave on worse terms then prior to meeting. Except that one time, Bonnie mentally conceded, but then, all Shego did was buy all her chocolates…and demand her iPod back…and suggested they meet at the coffee house. Which is where it was all shot to hell.
Frowning, the brunette pinched the bridge of her nose. I just want…what, she didn’t know. Starting to pace again, she realized she hadn’t finished updated the iPod with the latest and greatest songs yet. She groaned. But that wasn’t the top concern at the moment. Perhaps telling the raven-haired woman to meet at Bueno Nacho, wasn’t the greatest of ideas.
Willing herself to stop pacing again, the aqua-eyed teen took in a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she tried to calm herself. So she was a little early. No matter. She could wait.
Just then the back door burst open and a redhead nearly ran into her. Surprised, they both screamed.
Calming herself once again, Bonnie cringed. Just the person she least wanted to see. “Kim Possible, you are such a loser. You wear that stupid outfit, like, every day.”
She hadn’t expected the abrupt hug, and it showed as the other cheerleader embraced her.
“Aw, Bonnie it’s you! No one can insult me like that!” Kim squealed in delight.
The next thing she knew, Bonnie was hiding in a dumpster and covered in soda. This was a prime example of why she hated being anywhere near Kim Possible. Monique on the other hand, wasn’t all that bad. At least she was kind enough to walked home with her, but she still felt thoroughly shamed. There was no possible way she would meet Shego like this. No way she could get cleaned up, and return quickly enough. One thing was for certain.
This was all Kim’s fault.
Shego pulled up to Bueno Nacho with a muscular man in tow. Circling around the establishment a few times for Bonnie--whom she didn’t see--she noticed Drakken’s mobile lair. Honking, she hoped the brunette would emerge from the restaurant, but was instantly dejected to see the blue man scurry up to the red rental convertible instead.
Exhaling heavily, she mentally prepared herself to deal with her boss. Well since he was there, and he did seem to have learned his lesson, Shego begrudgingly let him in.
“Who’s he?” Drakken asked, as Shego peeled out of the parking lot. He nearly lost his balance, but righted himself quickly. It was strange to see his assistant with someone…in fact, he had never seen her with anyone. Parental concern filled him as he scrutinized the tanned, muscular man sitting up front with Shego. If this was her boyfriend, then they will definitely have some words. For one thing, he was too old for her. Despite his sidekick’s mature appearance, she was still just a kid to him, and he had to protect her.
Once Shego hit the highway and was going a steady 55 mph towards the lair, the tanned man turned around to face Drakken. “Scott Studdly, nice to meet you, handsome.”
Shego smirked as she watched her employer pale from the rearview mirror. “Your right,” Scott said to her, “He is blue. How cute!”
Drakken scooted away from the tanned man, as much at the little car would allow anyways. Okay, so good thing, he wasn’t Shego’s beau, so he didn’t have to protect her from the sly muscle-bound man. Bad thing was…who was going to protect him?
“Come on, Dr. D! Be nice, he said he wants to be a henchmen.” The pale thief wanted to laugh out loud, as she watched the blue inventor pale. Then blush as bright as a tomato, only to pale once again. She knew brining Studdly along would be fun.
As the tanned man continued to make passes at the black-haired mad scientist, Shego frowned as she drove in silence. Bonnie wasn‘t there. Pushing the disappointment aside, the sidekick tried to focus on driving. What the hell was I thinking calling her? What the hell am I doing associating with her? Just…what the hell?
October 30th
Bonnie was toying with the telephone’s coiled cord as she listened to the ring, waiting for the other end to pick up. Nothing. With a sigh, she hung up. Glancing at the iPod resting on the nightstand, she slumped to the bed. She had been trying to contact the pale woman for days now, but to no avail.
At first she was livid Shego was ignoring her again. Bonnie even when so far as to demand where the pale heiress was at the Upperton building. However, scaring the poor front clerk, and being forcibility removed from the premises, did little to quench the anger that burned inside her. Needless to say, her little ‘inquiry’ reached her father’s ears, and ended up as overused fodder around the office. He was not happy, and never failed to tell her so every night since then -- much to her sisters’ amusement.
As the days rolled into a week, the anger quelled, and was replaced with worry. Was it because she wasn’t there when Shego arrived? More than likely, she thought bitterly. If it wasn’t for Ms. Perfect and her crummy timing, she wouldn’t have had to go home. If only she could apologize. But Shego wasn’t answering the phone, damn it!
Hugging a pillow as she stared off to the side, the tanned teen sighed. Ever since she had seen the pale woman almost a year ago in that lake, she just couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way the water rolled down Shego’s angular face, and dropped into the pristine lake -- it haunted her. Even the image of the fading rays of the sun, that highlighted vivid emerald-eyes, was still clear in her mind. It was enchanting, and frustrating equally.
For months she had tried to ignore the pestering thoughts, and images, that assaulted her when she thought of the pale green woman. But try as she might, one thing still remained, and it was undeniable. Shego was beautiful.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, as she buried her face in the pillow to scream. Since when did she begin to feel like this? She hated feeling like this. She hated the older female for taking residence her mind uninvited. It must be some sort of curse, she was sure. That woman was a demon siren calling for her destruction.
With another heavy sigh, Bonnie stared up at the ceiling. I just envy her is all. It’s like being around a celebrity -- just an infatuation. Yet despite the inner dialogue and efforts to convince herself, she knew one thing for certain. She had to see those dark forest-green orbs again. But how?
December 20th
Las Vegas Las Vegas Resort
Shego cursed as she entered the familiar resort. Why did they have to hold the company Christmas party hereof all places. Heading straight for the front desk, she mentally cringed as she noticed a tall man, in a purple 1930’s wide shoulder jacket, dark shades, and yellow fedora.
Damn her luck.
Mr. Jilly from Jersey, remembered the stunning baby vamp walking up to his desk. How could he forget such an exquisite Moll from last month. Although not in that keen drop-dead-gorgeous cat suit she was in a month ago, the bearcat was still breath taking in the black slacks and jacket. The creamy mint-green silk blouse only showing at the rolled up cuffs and collar. She was a choice bit of calico, even in casual wear, he noted, with raising blood pressure.
Torn between calling bull and asking to neck, he watched the pale skirt approach. However he didn’t get the chance as some high hat stopped the pretty dame before she reached him. “Aw, futz.” he muttered as he watched them walk away.
Bonnie was sitting alone at the dinning table. Mom and dad off socializing; Connie and Lonnie back in Middleton with their friends. Since Mrs. Goroda promoted her father to District Manager a month ago, she wasn‘t obligated to attend the company Christmas party like last year. However unlike last year, the youngest daughter wanted to attend. She had to. It was the only way she could see the obsidian-haired woman again. That is, if the elusive heiress ever showed.
As if on cue, the polished oak double doors opened, and in strolled the accursed woman. A handsome, bleached-blonde, young man at her side.
Growling at their proximity to each other, Bonnie stood from the table. Briskly walking towards the two, the aqua-eyed female completely ignored the shocked look Shego gave her. Hooking the pale woman’s arm without halting, she effectively dragged the older female back out into the lobby. Gray eyes meet hazel orbs before Harada smiled in their wake, and shook his head.
Across the room, Sumire’s hazel-eyes danced with excitement, as she watched the youngest Rockwaller’s actions. A smile graced her lips as she continued to converse with the guests around her. That driven brunette would be good for her Shiina. She was sure.
“What the hell is your problem!” Shego demanded once they were alone out in the lobby.
Meeting the sharp emerald glare with one of her own, Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest and gave Shego a look. “And just what is your dysfunction? Why haven’t you answered your phone?”
“’Cuz I don’t wanna talk to you, doy!”
“Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t there, alright!”
“And I’m sorry I even called you.”
“But your iPod--”
“Keep it.” Shego stormed out the resort.
December 31st
Tokyo, Japan. Central Goroda Labs, Main Building.
Shego watched the snow falling lightly from the balcony. The chilly air felt cool on her skin, but not cold. She had her comet powers to thank for that. Aside from the accelerated healing, increased strength, and plasma powers, she could also control her body temperature. All she had to do was concentrate, and she could be ‘invisible’ to infrared sensors, radiating little, to no body heat at all. Or increasing her metabolism to generate her own heat. It was a major plus considering the work she did.
Turning a bare palm skyward, she watched intently as the snowflakes melted on contact with her warm skin. She loved the snow. When she was younger she wasn’t allowed to go outside when it snowed. Smiling wistfully, Shego slowly closed her pale hand.
Green orbs watched the snow float down from the other side of the window. A small hand touching the cool glass as the little girl sighed at her reflection. Stuck in here, with the snow out there.
A light knock on the door was heard, but she didn’t answer or even acknowledged it. Her mother stood in the threshold as she watched the little girl with a sad smile. “Shiina? Sweetie?”
Turing to meet chocolate eyes with her own green ones, Shiina pouted. “I want to go outside.”
Aiko sighed. “I know, Sweetie, but you can’t. If you catch a cold, I won’t know what to do. I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do if you ever caught another cold.” The young mother knelt down, and hugged her little girl as she tired to hold back her tears.
However she was unsuccessful, as her little girl whispered. “It’s alright. It’s too cold outside anyway.”
Bonnie had arrived a little late due to the snow, and quickly scanned the room for Shego. Greeting Mrs. Goroda, she learned that the female she sought was on the balcony. With the way Shego left at the Christmas party, Bonnie was hesitant to approach the cantankerous woman. Luckily Mrs. Goroda was understanding and didn’t blame her for the pale female’s abrupt departure. Sumire had even suggested Bonnie attend the New Year’s Party in Japan -- to at least return the iPod.
So here she was. Alone, and in a foreign country. Standing in the threshold that lead to the dark balcony. Bonnie watched the obsidian-haired woman silently. Her back looks so lonely.
“Hey.” Bonnie greeted as she stepped next to the pale woman.
Shego coughed and turned away, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. Too caught up in her memories to notice the young Rockwaller. She was caught off guard again. Bonnie always seemed to be able to do that, she noted. “Something…just flew in my eye.”
The cheerleader could tell she was lying, but decided not to press the issue. An idea struck her, and she smiled a little evilly. “Here, let me see.”
Thrown off by the smile, and confused by the request, Shego stood motionless. Bonnie smirked as she reached up and cupped the pale women’s cheeks and pulled her down. Shego’s eyes went wide as she was drawn to the younger female’s face. Closing emerald eyes, she could hear her heart pounding as she felt the teen lightly blow on her closed eyes. Bonnie’s warm breath melted the snow flakes that rested on Shego’s long lashes.
The sensation was startling; yet pleasing. When the aqua-eyed girl released her, Shego couldn’t help but smile -- although a bit awkwardly -- at the teen. “…Thanks.” For not questioning me.
Although it was whispered, Bonnie still heard the admission over the pounding of her own heart. The blood rushed to her face, and even her tan couldn’t hide the rosy tint. She returned the smile. “Your welcome.”
AN: 1: All those unfamiliar with Kannon Bosatsu/Bodhisattva can check out this link. a very informative read, if one did not know otherwise ;)