A/N: This is my first actual Kim Possible fic (I've done a songfic oneshot but that doesn't count), so please be gentle. I want to keep people in character as much as possible (no pun intended), but with the pairing I intend to work with, there have to be some changes to their character as the story goes along, I want to make it so the characters start as they would in the show and 'grow' a little to accomidate my writing needs for this story. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, if I did, I would be rich and my stories would be on TV rather than here.

Ron's POV

Even though it was blisteringly cold out, Ron was sure the icy blue eyes next to him were colder at that moment. Mr. Barkin, had pulled a sick joke in pairing the two of them together for the biology project, pick any animal and prepare a presentation and write a paper together. Naked mole rats!... and for the presentation 'Naked Mole Rap'... and I'd even have a live specimen to show... oh never mind, I'm with her, there's no way she'd go for that one...

"No, naked mole rats." came a very perturbed but hushed, to avoid the social flop known as D hall, voice from beside me, it matches the look I'm getting right now... I wonder if it's me, the project, or what she thought I wanted to do the report over?... probably me... and is it really that obvious that I would want to do the report on Rufus... oops I mean naked mole rats?... yeah, probably

"Don't worry, Bonnie, I already figured that. In fact, I'll even let you have the honor of picking what animal we do this dumb report on." I said in one of the most polite tones I could muster. I didn't want to start this project off on a bad food, not that being with Bonnie can start on a good foot... but still...

"Stoppable!" my name rang through the room, "is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class, or are you done trying to distract Miss Rockwaller? Maybe a detention would give you time to think about talking in my class again."

"I'm..." but I didn't get a chance to finish because I was cut off.

"Sir, we were just discussing the project you just assigned us to. You know figuring out what to do it over, who was going to do what, and where we could get the work done. Stuff like that, sir." my jaw must have hit the ground because I got a boot in the shin that told me to go along with it. Did Bonnie just stick her neck out for me?... no, there's some ulterior motive... maybe she wants to make sure you don't get another detention, therefore lowering your status on the 'food-chain'... I mean, she does have to spend out of school time with you over the next 2 weeks...

"Oh, I see... Umm... Well, that's a good idea, why doesn't the rest of the class follow Miss Rockwaller's example, use the rest of class to get with your partners and prepare & discuss the project." Wow, not only did I get off... but, now the rest of class gets, I looked at my watch, the last 17 minutes of Barkin's class "off"... Dude, this is awesome...

"You owe me for that one, Stoppable." she said before returning to the topic at hand, that dang biology project, "And, I'm going to take you up on your offer to let me pick the animal. Since I am considering marine biology, let's do dolphins." I think she was expecting a moan of grief or protest from me. But after that last mission, why Drakken thought an underwater base was a "good" idea I'll never know, where we were assisted by trained dolphins for infiltration, and later extraction when the base was about to pop, why have a big red self destruct button in the middle of the console?, I figured it couldn't be that bad.

"Cool, KP and I just went swimming with some yesterday." was all I said. Her jaw looked like it was going to hit the ground, but collected herself before anyone else noticed, therfore preventing a drop in high school hierarchy.

"Good, then it's settled." she said coldly, "So can I expect to have to do all the work, or are you capable of thoughts that don't revolve around a 'heart attack in a sack' from Bueno Nacho?"

"Mmm, burrito's, nacho's, NACO's!" I mumbled, not to the amusement of my partner. "No, I'm more than capable of thinking, I just don't normally 'cause it hurts the ligaments in my brain. But, change is good, right?"

Following a grunt of disapproval she said, "Good, I didn't want to have to do this thing on my own. I'd rather have help, even if it is you. Now where do we want to do this? Here at school or the library is off, I don't want people to think I actually associate with someone like you. That leaves one of our houses, and I don't even want to think about what your house looks like." she actually shuddered at the thought of my house, it's actually not all that bad... my folks are gone quite a bit on work... I'm gone quite a bit on missions, or over at Kim's... the only place that is a mess is my parents' room, they never clean it up... and they say teenagers are sloppy...

"Okay, so... your place after practice? Let's say 5ish?" she nodded, "Great, it's a date... wait that came out wrong... no it's not a date... it's two people who hate each other being forced to work together on a pointless project handed to them by none other than the son of Lucifer, Barkin himself..." Oops, that was close... hold it, I think Bonnie almost laughed... and this time it would have been at something I did rather than just laughing at me... no you're just seeing things... she was probably getting ready to kill you for mentioning that word in connection with the two of you...

"Fine, just be there on time. And try not to be seen on your way, I definitely don't want people to think that I allow losers like you in my house." she seemed distracted, but the normal 'Bonnie' venom was still present.

Bonnie's POV

It's 5 till 5... Kim is always talking about how 'amazing his timing is on missions'... let's hope he doesn't disappoint... Wait! I want the loser to be here?... no, no, no, I just want, scratch that... I just need, scratch that too... this would be easier with his help, yeah that will work... I wonder why he was willing to let me decide what we did the report over... and did he really swim with dolphins yesterday?... probably let me pick just to make things go smoother... he's never really been mean to me, and he has probably more reason than anyone to be mean... I treat him like dirt, or less... you have to, he's a Loser with a capital 'L'... are you sure about that?... I mean yeah, he's a bit goofy and uncoordinated... but Kim and him are inseparable... and even though I don't like Kim, I still respect her in a weird kind of way...

Ding Dong!

I looked at my watch, it was a minute till, right on time. When I got to the door, he just stood there teeth chattering not making any attempt to come inside though, is he really dumb enough not to come in out of the snow? After about 5 seconds of me standing there with the door open I asked, "Well, are you going to come in or get frostbite?"

"I was waiting on you to invite me in. It's not polite to enter someone's house without permission, unless it's family or a close friends' place that you have an open door policy at. But, to answer your question, I would really rather not get frostbite. Maybe it's just me but it sounds painful, well once you thaw out and can feel again that is..." then noticing that I wasn't enjoying his little rambling session, "I'm just going to shut up now and come in." He stepped through the door I was holding open for him, he smells good... BONNIE, this is Ron Stoppable you just thought that about... NO! "Thank you, but are you going to shut the door or let all the heat out and let me freeze in here rather than out on the sidewalk?" There was a little smirk on his face, obviously having trouble moving the numb muscles in his face, but it was still there. I shut the door a little harder than I needed to, but I wanted to get the point across not to mess with me.

"So, why don't we get this thing done with." I said, more as a statement rather than a question. "You can use my sister's laptop, and I'll use mine, we will sit in the living room talking about the project. We can open a IM window to send links back and forth making things a little faster. Any questions?" He just looked at me and shook his head, I guess he knows I want to get this over with... but we have two weeks to get it done... do you want to spend two weeks with a loser?... imagine what that will do to your reputation... "Oh, I guess I'll be a good hostess before we start, do you want anything to eat or drink before we start? I know I can't work on an empty stomach and I know you didn't really have time to eat after practice, unless you just inhaled your food at an unbelievably rapid pace."

"Well, if you're offering... I could go for a cup of hot chocolate, you know something to warm up the bones," he chuckled as the pink was starting to disappear from his cheeks, "and if it's not too much trouble I wouldn't say no to something to eat. But don't go out of your way to make something, I'll just have whatever you make for yourself." He was being very polite, very disturbing... no one is that polite to me... don't complain, it's nice and it'll make the project go smoother than the two of you at each others' throats the whole time...

"I'll warm up some water on the stove, hot chocolate sounds really good right now. And I'm just going to have some toast, I eat mine with just a little butter, but we have jelly if you want." I figured if he could be civil I could, don't want to rock the boat and drown before you get started.

"Thanks, I'll take strawberry if you have any. If not, just butter. I can come help, I'm fairly decent in the kitchen, at least that's what KP tells me." He just had to mention her... hey, calm down Bonnie, he's trying to offer help... it's not his fault that Kim is his best friend... did Ron just say he was a good cook?...

"I doubt I need help putting water on the stove and dropping bread in the toaster." That was probably a little harsh but I don't want him to get too comfortable here, why not he's going to be spending quite a bit of time here, for a while... "You can just sit down in the living room and I'll be there in a minute, you can put your stuff in the closet behind you if you want." At this he leaned over and started to remove his boots. As I walked to the kitchen I heard an 'Oof' that let me know he'd fell in the process of taking them off, klutz.

Once the toast was going and the water was on the stove, I stepped out of the kitchen to find him still at the front door, apparently his boots had given him a little more trouble than I thought. Then he starting pulling his sweatshirt off over his head, which in turn pulled the bottom of his shirt with it. I know it's Ron, but I was curious and had to look. Impressive, he's got a decent six-pack... I guess all that tagging along with Kim really has paid off... Then I saw his chest and my jaw about hit the ground, he's got a great upper body too... I guess it doesn't show through his loose fitting clothes... that and he always slouches... if he stood up straight he might have a few people interested in him... obviously not me though... I thought I saw a few white lines here and there on his entire torso, but he pulled his shirt back down before I got a chance to look closer to see what they were.

About then I was snapped out of my trance by a whistle coming from the other room, what the... oh yeah, the water for the cocoa... I reentered the kitchen and got our food and made my way to the living room. Ron was already sitting on the couch, but got up when he noticed me come into the room. Such a gentleman... I wish other guys were like this... wait just a minute, did I just say I want other guys to be like Ron?... maybe I should clarify... most guys would be laying on the couch right now and be trying to get me to join them for some 'extra-curricular' activities... I may date around and tease, but I've never crossed that line... "Here, I'll hold it while you sit down. And thanks again, I really appreciate it." He was sincere, and for the first time I realized he didn't have that uncertainty in his voice that he used to have, how long ago was it that you remember seeing that side of Ron?... probably sophomore year, so 2 years ago... I probably just haven't been paying attention to the little fish...

By the time we sat finished our cocoa and toast it was 5:30, so we got down to business. We must have lost track of time because the phone rang and on my way to pick it up, I saw a clock, 9:30! I didn't recognize the voice on the other end; it was a woman, guessing I'd say in her 40's asking if Ron was there, so I figured it was his mom. Handing him the cordless handset, I sat down at the other end of the couch (where I'd spent most the evening) listening to one side of the conversation.

"No, we were working on our project. I didn't look at a clock till the phone rang." "No we haven't been watching TV! Why?" He didn't sound happy with whatever his mother had said at that point. "Bonnie would you turn on the news, please. Mom says we need to see this." "Just a second she's finding the remote, okay it's on." "Don't worry I'll just come home right now..." "Okay?... Umm, Bonnie, I hate to ask this, but my parents were wondering if I could sleep on your couch... You're watching the news so you know about the blizzard that is going on, mom doesn't think it's safe to go out in it." "Just a sec mom, I just asked her..." I was a little shocked, but I understood where she was coming from, according to the news Middleton was about 20 minutes into a blizzard and there was a white out, mix that with the fact it was dark... yeah, probably not the safest.

I just nodded that it was aright. "Mom, you still there." "Yeah, I'm just going to crash here on her couch." "NO! Nothing like that will happen, besides you've never complained about stuff like that before." I was a little confused by this part of the conversation, but it was really none of my business so I tried to ignore it, 'tried' being the operative word, there's no way his mom suggested what I think she did... and what did he mean about her not complaining before... does he stay at girls houses a lot?... "Okay, I'll call you in the morning. They'll probably call school off at least tomorrow and maybe Friday." "Okay, you too. G' night."

He had just put the phone back in it's cradle, when it sunk in what had just taken place, Ron Stoppable is going to be sleeping at my house!... and we're the only two here. Apparently he just realized that last part too, because he asked, "So, where are your folks at? I haven't seen them at all, I know we've been studying but I figured I would have seen them walk in. Or were they home already and just haven't left their room this evening?"

"No, you didn't miss them come in. Well, unless I missed them too, and they came home early. Mom had some big conference she had to go to in LA, so they're gone. They weren't planning on being back till Sunday night or Monday morning sometime." I said sheepishly, then added with a stern voice, "So, you're sleeping on the couch. I'm sleeping in my room, the bathroom is the second door on the right, I will leave the light in there on so you don't go into the wrong room. Got it?" I guess that was subtle... I just don't want any viscous rumors started about Ron and me... oh God, if you're listening, 'what did I get myself into?'...