Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. Wish I did, don't. I got over it.
Author's Notes: This is the second story of my "Redemption" series. While this story is not focused on the relationship of Ron and Bonnie, it is a major part of this story. Please bare with me on the first chapter or so, I am experimenting with flashbacks.
And now please take you seats as we begin:
The Renewal of Kim Possible
Kim Possible sat in the slightly worn booth at Bueno Nacho. Her Chimmerito Combo meal in front of her still had wisps of steam lazily rising from tray. She looked at her blond haired companion. Looking down she saw the naco in front of her compatriot was untouched. Well, that wasn't the full truth; the naco was moved back and forth by soft, distracted pokes.
The blond looked up into the emerald eyes. A long slow sigh escaped through down turned lips. "Come on, it's not the end of the world. So you fell off the relationship bike. It happens to everyone. Remember, 'There is no problem that a naco can't help.'"
Twin blue suns burned a line through the green orbs across from them. Kim cringed, "Well that is what Ron always says, Tara."
Another sigh escaped the blonde's lungs. "I know Kim. It's just ever since…"
"Josh showed his true colors?"
Kim had been on one side of Ron and Bonnie on his other. As they emerged onto the concourse of the airport besides their families, they noticed that Tara was waiting for them, too. It looked as if she had been crying. Bonnie looked over to Ron, who smiled and nodded.
Bonnie broke away from the two friends and approached, perhaps her only other friend. "Hey, T, we are okay."
Tara shook her head. "I know. I need to tell Kim something that happened last night."
Bonnie realized the deer in the headlights look of her friend and motioned for Kim to come over as she put her arm around the blond girl's shoulders. As Kim approached, the water works in Tara's eyes went into overdrive. "Kim, I'm sorry. I didn't do anything to give him any ideas, but he kept asking me…" At this point, the words that formed had no coherent sound behind the sobs.
"Tara, what's wrong?" said Kim as she took Tara's hands in hers.
"Josh, he wanted me to go for a drive last night while you were gone. Up to Heaven's Door. I kept telling him no. That you were my friend and why would he want to do that when he was with you…Oh, Kim… He says he does it all the time when you are off jet-setting..."
Kim's face fell as she heard the statements of Tara's experience. She had never considered anything like this happening. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. She and Bonnie helped the Stoppables get Ron home. Bonnie had told them that he could stay at her house. That idea had been nixed pretty quickly. Kim arriving at home was still in a state of shock.
"We shouldn't let him do this to us, especially to you. You just did what you knew to be right. He shouldn't have spread those rumors."
"I know. But everyone believed them. Now the guys that will talk to me think that I will…"
"We are handling that Tara, and I don't think I would want to be Josh."
"I heard that he got put into D Hall."
Kim nodded smiling. "Yes, and I have people there that would do favors for me at the drop of a hat."
"I still don't know how that will help."
"One of them is Big Mike."
"Oh, that would be…" then Tara started to giggle. "Don't piss off Kim Possible." Tara relented to her stomach and picked up her naco and took a bite.
"And don't mess with her friend Tara either," added Kim.
The girls smiled at each other as they ate between giggles. Suddenly Kim's Kimmunicator went off and she choked down the mouthful that she had and hit the accept message button.
"Go, Wade…" Instead of Wade Load, her technical expert, on the screen it was Ron. It was obvious that he was trying to hide from someone. "Ron?"
Hearing the name Tara called out to him through the half chewed naco in her mouth, "Hey, Ron."
"KP, please you have to help me… She is a slave driver. I can't take this anymore… Make her stop. Please!"
"Ron, I know you don't like physical therapy, but I am sure the therapist isn't a Nazi war criminal."
"I have accepted your proof, Kim. I don't mean her. The last therapy session was yesterday."
"Then who are you talking about?"
From off of the camera view of his Ronnuicator there came a voice, "Ron, get back here and finish your geometry, and we will go to Bueno Nacho, not before."
"Guess."
This elicited laughter from the two girls in Bueno Nacho. "There you are… Let me guess calling Kim to bail your ass out of finishing your homework? Oh, no. You are going to finish it so there will be no reason for Barkin to give you detention. We are going to get your grades up if it kills you."
"That's why I am afraid."
Kim could tell Bonnie snatched the communication device from Ron. "Hey, K, how go things?"
"Pretty good B. T and I are going shopping later." Kim held out the Kimmunicator to bring Tara into the display.
"Hi, Bonnie."
"Hey, Tara, you doing okay?"
"Better now. If he gets through, do you want to hit the Mall?"
"Sounds like a plan." The two girls saw her turn to the fearful beau of Bonnie, "So as soon as you get through with your geometry home work then you can go to Bueno Nacho and I'll drop you off at Felix's if you would like."
The Bueno Nacho end of the conversation saw Ron sit down dejectedly and pick up a pencil. Bonnie's face resumed center frame. "We should be there in about forty-five minutes. Later."
Kim and Tara were laughing in the booth and collapsed forward at the same time into each others arms. A moment of silence soon followed as they realized that they were holding each other. Kim pulled back and looked away while biting her bottom lip. Tara mirrored her movement but had a shy smile on her face.