Kim Possible: By Bon's Early Light

AN: Just an idea I had for taking the premise of Ron's Dinner and flipping it so that Bonnie is the one that comes to rescue of a down and out Ron. Let me know what you guys think.

I.

Bonnie finished putting concealer over the scar that ran down the left side of her face before donning her running out fit and finally placing a set of headphones over her ears. After switching on the local radio station, and a few stretches, she began a light jog that eventually led her to the local park a couple of miles from her home. The morning air was slightly cool, it was early fall after all, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. As Bonnie continued to jog she passed a small bridge and could see the first signs of activity as people began to emerge from the local Obamaville, or as more historically literate people referred to it as Hooverville.

For the most part this homeless settlement was tolerated by the locals since it was largely self-policing and there were very few criminal acts from its members. Additionally, it made it a lot easier for the local authorities to deal with homeless people when they were grouped together instead of spread out all over. Which reminded Bonnie that she was scheduled to volunteer at the local homeless shelter the following evening.

Continuing her jog Bonnie's ears became attuned to a news segment that the radio station was broadcasting. The news broadcaster was commenting on how this was the tenth anniversary of the breakup of the original team Possible caused by the disappearance of Ron Stoppable. Now ten years later no one still had any clue as to the where abouts of the man despite the best efforts of people such as Kim, Wade, and Global Justice to find him. Although there were those who cast doubt on to Kim Possible and her actions after the man's disappearance.

Nearing the end of her run Bonnie entered a nice middle class neighborhood of homes that wasn't to far from the center of town, but far enough away to be considered the suburbs. Finishing her run Bonnie switched off her radio and spent several minutes doing some cool down stretches in the front yard of her house. As she was finishing up she was greeted by a middle aged man.

"Good morning Bonnie." The man said plainly but with a smile.

"Morning Frank. How's Traci and the kids?" Bonnie responded.

"The usual. Not enough of this, to much of that, seeking approval of the world, you know the usual first world problems."

Bonnie chuckled, "Yeah I know what you mean."

"Well back to the grind for me then. Have a good one."

Bonnie returned his wave with a smile. Frank was a good man with a decent family. In a lot of ways it was a pretty all American family, middle class, doing well but hoping to do better, worried about appearances and not always appreciating what they had.

"Not unlike your teenage years." Bonnie muttered to herself.

Shaking those thoughts from her head Bonnie made her way inside of her single level house. The house was a four bed room and was really more than she needed since she was living alone but she loved it just the same and had no desire to change her residence. After shutting the door the brunette made her way to the master bedroom to get cleaned up before going to work. Bonnie enjoyed a hot shower after going for her morning run, almost as much as she enjoyed a cup of coffee during her commute to work.

Throwing on a pair of sweats Bonnie went to the kitchen for breakfast which consisted of a banana, a hard boiled egg, and a steaming cup of coffee with a healthy splash of whole fat milk. Having finished her breakfast Bonnie grabbed her coffee mug and managed to take a couple of sips of it before she finished her commute to the room on the other side of the house that served as her home office. Bonnie enjoyed owning her own business, public relations, and that it allowed her to work on her own terms. Whether that be working whenever she wanted to from comfort of her own home or dressing up and going out in public to flash a smile and press the flesh. It also allowed her plenty of time to volunteer.

II.

"Ahhh!" Bonnie cried out as she bolted upright in her bed as her bad dream receded from her consciousness. She hated when she had those kind of dreams. She knew from experience that she would not be able to quiet her mind enough to be able to go back to sleep which resulted in a ruined of her night for her.

"Might as well go to work then." Bonnie muttered as she trudged in to the kitchen to brew up some coffee. A short time later, with fresh cup of coffee in hand, Bonnie entered her home office and got to work on the project she had been working on for the past few days.

As a volunteer at the local homeless shelter she did the usual work of helping to set up cots for the indigent to use for the night, as well as help to prepare and serve meals. But it was her talents as a public relations rep that really helped the shelter. More than anyone Bonnie was able to craft the message about how well the shelter served the community by how well it served the local homeless. This in turn often resulted in grants from various governmental as well as non-governmental organizations that kept the shelter running.

After a few hours Bonnie saved her work and stepped on to the back porch of her house in order to watch the sun rise. Bonnie had always been a morning person so she always enjoyed the morning, although she would admit that lately she had not been enjoying watching the sunrise as much as she used to. Even though the sight of the world slowly lighting up as the sun ascended in to the sky and the quite of the early morning did much to sooth her soul, Bonnie had to admit that something was missing, and she knew what it was.

That something was having someone to share the moment with.

III.

Looking at her watch Bonnie realized that even though she had lost half the afternoon due the nap she had taken to make up for her lack of sleep, she still had enough time to get in a brisk walk before she had to leave for her shift at the homeless shelter for the night. After a while she noticed that she had made her way to the new city park that sat at the edge of suburbia and the land that was part of a new housing development. Though the occasional lamp post lit the ground beneath her she soon realized that she was passing by what many people considered the worst part of the park, namely it's collection of homeless people.

While some people would avoid that area at all cost due to the perception that the inhabitants were at best criminals, and at worst actually dangerous mental cases, Bonnie did not carry that fear. For one thing, she knew how to handle a situation that called for self-defense, secondly, after her time at the homeless shelter she knew that most homeless people were not as bad as they were often made out to be, and finally, Bonnie just couldn't find it in her heart to look down on people who were already down on their luck.

With it being late fall the local authorities had come through the camp and had either arrested any one hiding from a warrant, or had provided assistance for those who wanted it. Those who were left, the ones that didn't want to be helped, only numbered about a third of the camp's population. This fact meant that the shelter would likely be busy tonight.

IV.

Bonnie stepped through the door of the Better Days shelter and was making her way towards the staff closet to hang her coat when she ran in to another of the volunteers.

"Hi Bonnie." Laura said with a wave as she greeted the brunette.

"Hi Laura." Bonnie replied with a smile towards the older woman. Laura was one of those whom nature had decided to let age gracefully and who despite her silver hair still had a figure and energy of a woman half her age.

"Got our new PR propaganda ready?"

"Propaganda? Who do you think I work for? Pravda? Everything in my little packet here is truthful." Bonnie said with a chuckle.

"If you say so dearie."

"Laura, no picking on our PR goddess. Unless you want us ask you to pose in a bikini again during our next car wash fund raiser." A male voice interrupted the two women.

"Why Clarence, what in the world would make you think that I would ever do something like that?" Laura asked in feign innocence. Clarence simply looked at the woman, who was at least twenty years junior to the man, and chuckled.

"Because as I recall we had to ask you to stop being so friendly with the male customers last time." Clarence said as he added air quotes when he said friendly.

"Some people just don't know how to enjoy good company is all." The attractive older woman said with a chuckle, "But I did get us a lot of business."

"Can't argue with that." Clarence said as he joined in with his own chuckle. "Still we at Better Days shelter are happy for all the PR work you do for us Bonnie."

"It's no big deal. Besides, it's nice to sometimes watch snooty people have their preconceptions about this place turned around." Bonnie said with a smile.

V.

Later that evening, long after the sun had gone down and most people had sought shelter from the approaching cold, Bonnie was dragging a bag of trash out to the dumpster behind the homeless shelter. She had just deposited the bag in to the receptacle when she was set upon by a couple of vagrants demanding money from her.

"If you want help then you can stay at the shelter for the night and sign up for help." Bonnie said as she indicated towards the building behind her.

"I don't want some stupid cot and watery soup for the night." The smaller, but apparently leader, of the two men said.

"Well I won't give you money." Bonnie said flatly as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Your mistake." The leader said as the larger of the two men reached out and grabbed Bonnie by the arms and turned her around so that her back was towards him.

Bonnie frowned at the turn of events as she demanded to be let go.

"Not till we get what we want." The leader said as he continued to approach the woman.

"Fine, I tried to help you, but you've had this coming." Bonnie said.

Before either man could react Bonnie kicked out with her leg and made contact with the smaller man's crotch. The sudden and unexpectedly painful blow sent the man falling to his knees. As Bonnie brought her leg back from the kick she slammed it down on to the foot of the man behind her. Like his companion the larger man was surprised by the sudden violence against him and loosened his grip on Bonnie allowing the brunette to slip out of his grip and to put some distance between them.

"You'll pay for that." The smaller man said in his recently gained falsetto voice as he attempted to stand back up. "Lenny get her."

"But you said we wouldn't hurt her." The larger man apparently named Lenny said.

"I don't care get…." The rest of the man's sentence was cut off as Bonnie applied the business end of a taser against his skin and let loose with 50,000 volts. The electricity did its job and the small man crumpled to the ground as he let out a pathetic moan. Bonnie then turned to the larger man and pointed her taser at him. The taser she carried only had enough juice for one use before needing to be recharged, but she was hoping she could bluff the larger man anyways.

"Unless you want that happen to you too, then I suggest you get your friend there and both of you beat it before I call the cops." Lenny simply looked at the brunette whom they had assumed would be an easy mark and wisely decided that desecration was the better part of valor and grabbed a hold of his friend and began to drag him away as quickly as possible.

VI.

Two days later Bonnie was shaking the rain from her umbrella as she walked in to the Better Days homeless shelter when she was meet by her boss Clarence.

"Hi Bonnie, it looks like the weather is getting worse out there."

"Hey Clarence. The weather man said this light rain will probably be with us all night."

"Yeah, rain is bad enough, but the cold front that brought it here has temperatures dropping so I'm sure we are going to see an influx of customers tonight."

"More than likely." Bonnie agreed.

"Oh and Bonnie, can I see you in my office please?"

"Sure, I'll be there right after I hang up my coat."

After depositing her coat and umbrella in the staff closet, Bonnie made her way to the office of the man who ran the shelter. Even in his early seventies Clarence seemed to be a man of more energy and compassion than some people one third of his age. Between people like him, and even someone like Laura, Bonnie enjoyed the positive vibes that a place like Better Days always seemed to have.

"You wanted to see me Clarence?" Bonnie asked as she gently rapped on his open door.

"Yes I did. Bonnie I wanted to talk to you about an incident from a couple of nights ago."

Bonnie frowned as she knew where this conversation was going.

"I know you can take care of yourself, but you really should have told me when you were attacked."

"I would call it more of an attempted mugging, a poor attempt too."

"Still those are things that I should know about. I can contact the police and ask them to increase their presence around here to keep everyone safe."

"That's a bad idea Clarence. We both know that some of the people that come to this shelter have had bad experiences with the police in the past. Having more police presence here will only server to deter them from seeking our help."

"Yes that is a possibility. But so is the possibility that if word spreads that this is not a safe place for people then they won't come here seeking our help."

"Then we can just go out on the street and help spread the word that this is still a safe place." Bonnie countered.

Clarence frowned at Bonnie's answer. Yes she wasn't wrong, but that wasn't the point he was trying to make.

"Look Bonnie, you work in PR, so you of all people should know that perception is reality. And if the perception is that Better Days is becoming full of people who are dangerous, well then that tends to not only scare off people who actually need our help, but those willing to help fund our work too.

"Bonnie, I know you are a big girl who can take care of herself. But I need you to follow the rules and to report whenever there is an incident at Better Days. Yes it's a bunch of CYA crap, but that's just the way the world works. So can I get you to agree that the next time there is an incident here you will report it instead of handling it yourself?"

Bonnie sat there stewing for a moment before she finally answered, "Fine, I'll make sure to narc on the homeless."

Clarence suppressed a frown from crossing his face in response to Bonnie's snark. She had done a lot of good work for Better Days and she was still young and passionate about what she did, the last thing he wanted to do was to crush that.

"Ok then, thank you Bonnie."

VII.

Later that day the large multipurpose room of the Better Days shelter was quickly filling up with people seeking shelter from the weather outside. Often homeless people were use to having their own space and doing things their own way, so on nights that the shelter was full there was usually one or two incidents between people. With this in mind Bonnie began to make her rounds among the various denizens checking up on them and to hopefully defuse any situations before they became an issue.

As luck would have it Bonnie found herself at the right place at the right time just as an argument was breaking out between two men. Bonnie approached the two and attempted to intercede.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" The brunette asked.

"No, no problem here." A man with dark yet thinning hair answered.

"Are you sure? Because if there is and we can't work it out then you will be asked to leave."

"Yeah I'm sure. The problem will be fixed just as soon as this guy gives me his stuff." The dark haired man said as he shot a threatening look towards the blond haired man that stood only a few feet away.

"Excuse me? Did you say his stuff?"

The dark haired man wasn't quite able to suppress the look of surprise on his face as he realized what he had just said.

"My stuff. He took my stuff, and I want it back."

Bonnie turned towards the other man who stood there with a downcast look on his face while he held a small bag in his hands.

"Is this true?" She asked.

The blond headed man simply shook his head no.

"He's lying." The dark haired man said.

"Word against word." Bonnie countered, "Now if you wish to make a formal complaint against this individual we can take you to the main office and you can file one."

"I'm not going to waste my time with paper work. He can just give me what's mine." He said as he took a step towards the blond haired man.

"Oh no you don't." Bonnie immediately stepped between them and put her hands up, "You need to step back right now." She said sternly.

"Yeah like I'm going to let some suburban soccer mom tell me what to do." With that the dark haired man shoved Bonnie aside and reached for the small bag that the blond had been holding the whole time.

With what Bonnie thought was lightening quick reflexes the blond hair man shifted the bag behind his back with his left hand as his right hand shot out making contact with the other's man face sending him crashing to the floor in an unmoving heap.

As Bonnie began to pull herself off the floor she noticed that the blond haired man had offered his hand to help her up. Accepting the offered hand Bonnie couldn't help but to feel as though there something familiar about the man. But before she could ponder on that fact any more her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Laura's voice.

"Oh my goodness, Bonnie are you all right? He didn't hurt you did he?" Laura asked as she shot an accusing glance at the blond man that was beginning to slowly back away.

Bonnie could see the look of fear that began to fill the blond man's face at the accusation and knew that she needed to act quickly before the situation got worse.

"No Laura I'm fine. And he didn't do anything but help me." Bonnie then turned towards the man and smiled, "Thank you for helping me."

This seemed to calm the situation as he stopped backing away and just stood there while still holding on to the same small bag that had started the whole episode.

VIII.

Half an hour later, Bonnie sat in Clarence's office as she dutifully finished explaining the incident to the man.

"Thank you Bonnie. I'm glad to hear that you are alright." Clarence then paused as he considered what to do.

"Clarence, I know what you're thinking. You're wondering what to do with them."

The older man nodded his head, "I am leaning towards just tossing them both out."

"Ok, but before you do that why don't you talk to them, maybe get a better feel for if that is in fact what you want to do."

"Hmm, well that does seem the fair thing to do, especially since you did mention that only one of them was the instigator and the other one helped you."

The two left Clarence's office and approached the two men who had been involved in the altercation. One man looking annoyed while the other had forlorn look about him.

"What are your names?" Clarence asked firmly.

The first one to speak was the dark haired, both on his head as well as his face, individual with light blue eyes. The pigmentation of his face matched that of his scalp indicating the balding issue he was suffering from was not new. He seemed to still have some self-pride as he stood straight and held his head high. "Dwayne."

Clarence nodded in acknowledgement before turning his attention towards the other man.

Bonnie noted that he had long, unkempt, blond hair with only a small amount of equally blond facial hair that didn't entirely hide a scar on his left cheek. He seemed far more subdued and kept his head down which caused his long hair to fall forward and obscure his eyes. In fact the man's whole body seemed to sort of slouch as if trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. This sight triggered something in the back of Bonnie's mind but she couldn't quite pin down just what that feeling was.

When the man spoke his voice was meek as if he was trying to avoid any sort of confrontation. But it was when he mentioned his name that the feeling that had been bouncing round inside of Bonnie's mind like some sort of specter finally manifested itself in to realization.

"My name is Ron."