Betty leaned back in her chair, thankful for the lumbar support that eased the pain in her lower back. She’d spent eight hours pouring over every image, file, footnote, audio clip, and video they’d ever collected on Kim Possible. It was Shego’s recognition of the red headed thief that had cleared up the problem instantly.
What had surprised the woman was how much information they’d collected, yet hadn’t been able to find. Everything in the digital storage center on the woman had been wiped clean, almost like it hadn’t been there. No folder, no files, not even a history of who accessed it and deleted it.
But the hard copies still existed in the archives. And for once, Betty was glad that they had decided to keep a hard copy back up of everything.
Rubbing her forehead she took a deep breath as she worked on piecing it all together.
“Possible!” Mr. Barkin snapped, “I want an explanation on why you’re showing up to class ten minutes late!”
The red headed teen sighed, “Why ask for one when you wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” She stalked over to her desk and plopped down in it, her body slumping a little, hoping that no one would notice the smell of smoke on her clothes.
She’d tried making oatmeal, but managed to light the entire stove on fire. After several minutes of scrambling, and cursing in frustration at the empty fire extinguisher, most likely because of her bothers, she managed to get the fire put out by smothering it. It’d taken almost an hour to clean up the mess, and by that time she’d missed the bus and had to walk to school.
And by the time she got there, she was late.
But she didn’t want to embarrass herself by explaining that to everyone, so when Mr. Barkin pressed her she calmly told him it was none of his business what happens with her outside of school.
That got her two days of detention for being disrespectful.
Kim sighed as she walked out of History. Detention. That meant no cheerleading practice.
Which meant no Bonnie.
Bonnie.
She spun the lock on her locker, and proceeded to work the combination, her mind traveling back to her thought about that brunette. She wasn’t sure what to think about the girl. In public she was hostile, and in private, when it was just the two of them, she bent over backwards to try and be nice.
She shook her head and grabbed her Calculus textbook and snapped her locker shut. She’d figure it out later.
The end of the day came too quickly for her taste and she walked over to the Detention room, signed in and sat down in the back. It was becoming a little to common for tastes to be there, but it was a fact of life it seemed.
A pitiful fact of life. It seemed every time she wanted to do the right thing, something went wrong and she got in trouble with someone. She leaned back in her chair and smirked. She’d wanted to be a hero, to save the world. But with people like Team Go, and Mythril Man no one wanted help from a teenager.
Kim ignored the pain that had come with being rejected every time. People just didn’t want her help. It was like she wasn’t good enough.
She was good enough though.
The hour crept by, and Kim walked out, free for the rest of the day. Feeling the urge to check up on the cheer squad she made her way towards the gym. She sighed when she found it empty, again she wasn’t needed.
Slowly she made her way to the locker room to grab her things she’d left there. She stopped as she realized that she heard crying. She peeked around a corner and saw Bonnie sitting one of the benches, head in her hands. Even frustrated she couldn’t ignore a crying person.
Silently she sat down next to the girl then gently put an arm around her. The brunette’s sobbing form shuddered a little at the unexpected contact but didn’t push the redhead away. Instead she buried her face into Kim’s chest, still sobbing. Kim held her close until the girl started to sniffle.
Neither of them moved nor spoke for a while.
“Thanks Kim,” Bonnie’s voice was still sad, with a hint of a forced smile.
“It’s no big Bonnie.” Kim rubbed the girl’s head gently, her other arm still wrapped around her.
“You’re not going to tell anyone…are you?”
Kim smiled, “Not a soul. Everyone needs a good cry every once in a while, it’s nothing to go telling the whole world about though.”
“Yeah….Thanks….” Bonnie looked up at Kim, and for a moment they looked into each other’s eyes, realizing something was there neither had seen before.
And they kissed.
Betty paused and set down the diary from which she’d been reading from, trying to find that spot where Kim Possible had started a life of crime. Instead she was getting a love novel.
It was horribly irrelevant to what she needed, but it was interesting. She took a sip of her coffee before picking up the diary. Then she started reading again.
Kim pulled back a little from the kiss, surprised. She didn’t know what’d come over her, but she liked it. She liked it a lot. Sure she’d kissed before. But it was the first time she’d ever remembered a kiss meaning so much.
Bonnie looked worried, “Oh my-I’m so-” She was cut off by Kim, who pressed a finger against the panicking girl’s lips.
“Shh…It’s okay.”
Then they kissed again.
Betty smirked; it was almost like reading a romance novel alright. A lesbian romance novel at that. She skimmed ahead and her eyes widened a little. Scratch that last thought. It was a romance novel.
Skimming past the all-to-graphic description of sex between the two girls she noticed that the steamy relationship fizzled only twelve days later.
But she had a feeling that it only fizzled because they were caught making out in the Janitor’s closet.
She set the book down and frowned. Kim was no stranger to love or women it seemed. But despite all of the evidence for the rest of the girl’s personal life, she couldn’t find anything that said why she had started stealing.
What was her motivation? There had to be something. But what was it?
Kim sat next to her closet, holding a shoe box that she’d taken with her when she left home. Inside it she’d everything special to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes as the memories flooded her mind. She tenderly picked up a picture of her and Bonnie, both dressed in their cheerleader uniforms.
Her sadness was met with a memory of the thrill and joy of the first thing she’d stolen.
Another woman’s heart.
A/N: I’m so sneaky I scare myself. Anyways, the chapters –are- getting longer, and they (hopefully) are getting better.
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