Story.

It had been a long, trying period for Kim Possible. Not only did her morning start off on a rough note, it continued on throughout the day. She wasn't someone who believed in luck. Being lucky had nothing to do with her success and fame. No, it wasn't bad luck, but she was starting to consider it.

She had been late for lectures, resulting in her either being kept out of the classes or being noted for tardiness – which, her mother would put so lightly, was very unlike herself. Afterwards, she had been too distracted to realise she actually had a planned outing with Monique. They hadn't seen each other for approximately a year, and Kim missed an opportunity to catch up with a friend. She had apologised many times on the way to see Ron, getting an earful on the phone from Monique about being punctual.

So bad was her day that when she arrived at the hospital, she only had time to say a quick greeting to her unconscious best friend before slumber claimed her. She had been too busy and emotional that it exhausted her. Normally, she would have never allowed herself to turn into someone without balance in their life, but her days were screwed up now – everything was screwed up now.

She rested her head beside Ron's body, holding his hand like she usually did when she found herself dozing of near him. It was the only sort of comfort she could get from such a situation, and she was willing to take anything that came her way.

She was very happy to know that Ron's condition was improving, but she desperately wanted him to open his eyes. She desperately wanted to see those azure irises staring into her jade.

She could barely register anything; her consciousness alternated from dreaming to reality, and she found it hard, in some cases, to tell what from what.

"Kim?"

She could hear someone calling her, but she couldn't tell who it was. The voice sounded muzzled, like a distorting melody gaining distance. It was weird, but it strangely sounded like Ron's voice.

That's when she was sure she was dreaming somehow. It made sense. It couldn't be really Ron calling her name – he wasn't awake yet. So she must have been imagining him.

God, she really missed hearing him say her name. It wasn't fair that life was so cruel even to those who didn't deserve it. Well, she wasn't innocent, per se, but she hadn't done too much harm to deserve this pain.

The pain…was just unbearable.

"Kim!"

Imaginary Ron was calling her again. Maybe it was just Tara and she couldn't distinguish it. It wouldn't be the first time. And when the redhead felt someone shaking her shoulders, she was sure she'd see Tara the moment she opened her eyes.

Kim groaned in discomfort. "Come on, Tara, it isn't that late, is it?"

She had been expecting an upbeat reply, but got something else instead.

"What's going on? Where the hell am I?"

The voice sounded hoarse, like it hadn't been used in years. With that deduction, Kim's eyes flew open. The first thing she stared at was Ron's face, and she was rendered speechless at him staring back.

Her mouth was open slightly, her eyes so wide they looked to pop out of her skull. For the longest moment, only silence dominated the room.

"…Ron?" Kim croaked. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined seeing Ron's eyes looking so confused and lost so quickly.

She didn't know what to say; she didn't know what to do. She just stared at him, her expression unreadable.

When she noticed him starting to panic and getting up quickly, she acted out.

"Ron, stop, don't push yourself!" She gently grabbed his shoulders, and forced him to lay still.

"What-What…what's going on!" Ron jabbered, rattled. His eyes glanced around hurriedly.

Kim was too shocked to think rationally. The only thing going in her mind was the fact that Ron was okay and talking.

But that wasn't the only surprise she was about to get.

They heard cluttering outside the room. People were shouting and nurses were calling for help. Kim had no idea what that meant, but it didn't take long to find out.

The door burst open.

"Ron!"

Kim bared witnessed to Bonnie, awake and wobbling on her feet. Her movements were desperate, uncontrolled.

"Bonnie!" Ron screamed, shocked and surprised.

Bonnie's eyes instantly lit up when they connected with his. She rushed to him, tripping on her feet and landing awkwardly on his bed.

Ron made sure to grab a hold of her so she wouldn't fall to the ground. He held her close, and she put her head on his chest.

Kim could only watch in stunned silence.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie whispered tiredly in his torso. Her voice sounded frail from disuse, but even Ron could pick up what she said.

"Yeah, and you?" he asked.

"I feel weak," she responded feebly, struggling to keep herself upright.

Tara stood in front of the door and watched the scene in utter disbelief. She had no idea how to act, especially in approaching Bonnie.

She ran to get the doctor.

It didn't take long before the parents were informed of their children's well-being and were told to give them time to recuperate before visiting. When the moment did come, they each dropped everything and rushed to the hospital. Well, except Mr. Rockwaller – who needed convincing to drop his line of work. Mrs. Rockwaller was more than ready to sock him in the jaw if he wasted her time any further.

The children were admitted into the same room for the duration of the parents' visit. It was to serve two purposes, explained the doctor. The first would be having all the parents in one place so they could converse mutually. The doctor didn't want any possible misunderstanding from any of them. The other was to get a rational and cohesive explanation from both Bonnie and Ron.

The parents' reunion with their children was quite eventful. Mrs. Rockwaller cried her eyes out as she clung to her daughter. She would hear nothing else, not even Bonnie's embarrassment at being babied.

Mrs. Stoppable did just about the same thing to Ron, although her outburst was a mixture of relief and anger. She scolded him fiercely as she hugged the life out of him. Mr. Stoppable could only look on with a cheerful smile, happy and alleviated that his son wasn't going to heaven anytime soon. They were so glad their prayers had been answered.

Now that reintegration had been established, the doctor wanted to get down to business. It was time for answers.

He had all the parents seated near their respective child, which forced Anne and James Possible to move to the back seats of the room. They wouldn't be near Ron, but they would still be able to listen to the conversation.

"Alright – it's understandable that we're all very happy that Ron and Bonnie were able to pull through. With that in mind, it's time we figured out what happened. I'll ask all the parents to forgo any questioning or outbursts until I've gotten the entire story, understood?"

Three pairs of heads nodded.

"Great." The doctor sat in-between Ron and Bonnie. "Hope you kids don't mind, but I think everyone deserves to know what happened to you."

The two kids seemed gloomy after the doctor said that. It was as if they were finding it hard to admit it themselves.

"It's okay, we're not here to judge you. We just want to know what happened. You had us worried sick," Anne coaxed, trying to ease their nervousness.

Bonnie and Ron shared a nervous glance, but it was Ron who asked, "Is it okay with you, Bonnie?"

The tanned girl nibbled on her lip and spared Ron another glance, before sighing roughly. "I guess so. I mean, there's nothing else we can do at this point."

Ron agreed with her. They had been through so much shit. Maybe this is what fate wanted for them. It would be horrible admitting their shame to their parents, and Ron was severely reluctant to do so, but he knew he would never hear the end of it from both his parents and Kim's parents.

He looked down, struggling to come to terms with what happened and how messed up his life had gotten.

Everyone watched him, gauging his actions.

When it looked like nothing would happen, Bonnie grabbed his hand and held it tenderly. "Relax, okay? You're not alone in this. Let's just tell them together," Bonnie said softly.

It shocked all three families how she just grabbed his hand without thinking twice.

Ron thought it over and he knew she was right. But…it was difficult when it came to confessing his sins to his parents. He felt bad for them. He thought death was an easy escape from it all. He wouldn't have to think about his miserable life, and he wouldn't have to worry his parents anymore…The last part was a lie. He knew full well that they would have grieved at the loss of his life, they would have blamed themselves and that guilt was tearing him apart.

It was kind of the same scenario for Bonnie. She really didn't want to admit anything. She was a Rockwaller. Her family was the epitome of perfection. Telling them that she had whored herself for money would not only be humiliating, but also scarring. She knew how emotional her mother could get, and she knew that if she told her the whole story, the poor woman would never stop blaming herself. She loved her mother dearly, but she did what she thought was necessary to survive. Unlike Ron who refused help from his family, she had been on her own from the get-go.

It was normal for a Rockwaller to strive and rise to the occasion. Connie and Lonnie were in the same situation she was after graduating high school, yet they became hugely successful despite all the financial odds placed against them. She was treated like any Rockwaller, but she failed dismally. Throughout her time trying to find money for everyday use, she ended up being involved in shady businesses in order to keep the perfect Rockwaller persona up. She couldn't allow herself to downgrade and become one of the 'locals' or 'the bottom of the food chain'. She was Bonnie. She was every female's envy, and every male's wet dream.

And yet, here she was, in a hospital bed because she tried to kill herself.

She didn't dare look her parents in the eye. It would be too mortifying for her, so she settled for looking in Ron's direction, the only comfort she could get from this kind of predicament.

After another minute, Ron sighed. "Okay…"

Outside the hospital room, Kim, Tara, Lonnie and Connie sat in uneasy silence. It was a bit awkward for them. They knew a day like this was coming sooner or later, but for it to actually happen, was a different story.

Each was going through their own inner turmoil. When it came to the point that it was getting unbearable, it was little Hana who saved the day.

"I'm bored! I wanna see Ron!" the little Asian complained, trying to make a beeline for the room.

Tara smiled and grabbed her. She put the girl on her lap. "Come on, Hana. We have to wait a bit before we can see him. They're already too many people inside."

"But you guys are boring! You just sit there and do nothing!"

"Kid's got a point," Connie mused out loud, smiling herself. "Okay, Hana, what do you want to do for fun?"

Put on the spot, Hana didn't really know how to respond. "Uh…I don't know…something."

"Something?" Connie reiterated, filled with humour. "Something like?"

Hana was thinking hard about it. It actually helped ease the tension in the room. "Arcade!"

"Arcade?" this time it was Kim's turn. "What do you want to do there?"

"Play games, duh!" the energetic girl responded, folding her arms. She nodded her head a few times, convinced that she must have looked cool.

Everyone in the hallway laughed.

"Alright," Lonnie chimed in, "How about after this, we all go to the mall together. They're lots of arcades there,"

"Really, Lonnie?" Hana squealed, her bright eyes twinkling.

Lonnie giggled. "Oh, so you only get my name right when there's something in it for you? You're a sneaky little girl, Hana."

"I'm not sneaky, I'm cool!"

Another bound of laughter.

Once things settled down, Connie continued the conversation. "I think it's a great idea. I've been so busy with work lately, I haven't had much time for myself. How about you, Kim, Tara? Feel like tagging along?"

Kim gave her an incredulous look. "Wait…really?"

"Why not?" Connie shrugged. "We're all friends, aren't we?"

"Yeah," Tara chirped, then suddenly turned melancholy. "…To think it took this happening for us to be close."

High-spirits suddenly took a nosedive.

Lonnie waved her arms. "Enough depressive stuff, guys! It's all good now. They're awake, and everything is turning out great!"

She didn't get the desired results, unfortunately.

Hana was too into her little world to notice the adults.

"Yeah, but great how?" Connie inquired. "Have you forgotten how we treated Bonnie before? I'll be surprised if she doesn't hate us. I mean think about it. When have we ever done anything nice for her?"

At that, Lonnie's mood deflated instantly. "Damn."

"Now isn't the time for this, girls. We have to be positive. I think we should all think of this as an opportunity to make things right. I, for one, have a lot of making up to do. I just pray Bonnie will give me a chance to."

Lonnie put a hand on Tara's shoulder. "Stop beating yourself up. Unlike us, you really cared for Bonnie, so don't think that little Bon-Bon would ever give something like that up. Look, we all made big mistakes here, and you're no different. You should know that friends fight all the time, and make up just as quickly. If you give up on Bonnie now, then you honestly don't deserve her."

Tara gave the Rockwaller a grateful smile. "Thanks, I needed that. And you should take your own advice."

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yep."

Kim took a deep breath. "This isn't going to be easy."

"What, with Ron?" Connie asked, taking her turn in putting Hana on her lap.

"Yeah."

Lonnie rolled her eyes. "Do you really want me to repeat everything I just said to Tara, Kim?"

Kim actually looked bashful. "No, I heard everything, and it makes sense. It's just, it's very complicated with me and Ron."

It was Tara's turn to be the voice of reason. "Complicated how? You're in the same boat as me."

"It's not that, Tara…I really hate being the one in the wrong."

"You're not the only one. Ron is equally responsible."

"I know…but…uhm…I should have seen Josh for what he was. I feel so stupid."

"Kim, stop trying to complicate things. It's simple, you and Ron had a fight, now you'll make up and everyone will live happily ever after."

Lonnie glared at her sister. "This isn't some fairy tale."

"Yeah, yeah."

"…What about Bonnie?"

"What about Bonnie?" Tara asked Kim.

"Remember how she acted a few days ago?"

Tara recalled the event quite clearly. "Yeah…the first thing she asked when she woke up was, 'Where's Ron?' And she had this glazed look in her eyes, like she wasn't even looking at me."

"…Creepy," Connie said.

"And the way they held and talked to each other. What was up with that?" Kim questioned.

"Do you think that…they could be together?" Tara questioned.

Everyone in the hall noticed her reluctance to say the words.

Connie was a Rockwaller, so she was pretty blunt. "Do you have a crush on Ron?"

Tara stared at Connie. "Why would you assume that?"

Connie shrugged. "Just asking."

Tara huffed. "Like I told Kim, I liked Ron in high school, that's all."

She would have looked very convincing, if her face wasn't sour and red.

"Oh my God, you actually do?" Lonnie gasped in mock-surprise.

Tara didn't feel like fighting on the subject; it would be childish. "Okay, I like-like him! But…it didn't start off that way, until he was in the hospital. The more I spend time talking to him, the more I looked at him, the more I remembered who he was and the reason I crushed on him…I wanna die now."

Connie burst out laughing, "Like-like? What are you, twelve?"

Tara glared at her. "Shut up!"

Kim smiled at her. "I had a feeling you were still in love with him."

Tara's mouth distorted. "Can we change the subject please?"

"Don't worry," Connie reassured. "I'm sure you're misunderstanding Bonnie and Ron's relationship. Hell, they've been a lot of misunderstandings lately, so it's nothing new."

Tara pouted. "Can we please change the subject now?!"

That hardly seemed likely.

"Where do you want us to start?" Bonnie asked the doctor.

"From the beginning of the year, just highlight the most important bits."

Bonnie looked at Ron for reassurance.

Ron said: "It's okay, I'm right here."

Bonnie smiled at him.

"Okay…I'll start from beginning of the year."

Flashback: Bonnie (POV).

The year started off great, actually. I was in a wonderful educational institution, above the rest, and I felt on top of the world, like nothing could stop me. To be honest, I had forgotten that being an adult had strict conditions as a Rockwaller.

I got a call from Dad, telling me that my tuition fees were payed for in full. However, I needed to get a job to earn a living for myself.

I thought it would be a piece of cake. I mean, Dad went through the same thing, Connie and Lonnie too. As a Rockwaller, I understood that my family name required me to be on top of everything I did.

I had no idea that people in Upperton were so biased, especially for people seeking jobs. I went around, over and over again, searching for a decent occupation, but no one would accept anyone that had above average grades and was from Middleton High. It became a frustrating chore. I became angrier every time someone refused me.

It wasn't as if I didn't have many job opportunities, but those occupation were humiliating and offered little cash. My pride wouldn't allow myself to be reduced to nothing more than a waitress. So I rejected meagre jobs like that as well.

I started to get into debt. I refused to ask anyone for money. It would disgrace me, and I knew my father would never approve of it, so I began to get desperate. I got so desperate that meagre work looked like more of a blessing than a curse. So I got a job at a fast food restaurant. There wasn't much pay and people treated me with little respect, but at least it was something.

That wasn't enough though. The apartment I lived in was pretty expensive and demanding. I couldn't get enough money to pay for it and food expenses. I didn't want to leave that place. It was stupid, but I didn't want to lose my last remanence of superiority. It would be shameful if my family bothered to come and see me. If Connie and Lonnie ever saw me leaving like some common filth on the sidewalk, I'd be ruined. They would never look at me like I was their blood; I doubt they did in the first place.

I guess it was a bad choice on my part, because I racked up so much debt that I couldn't possibly pay it off. I felt so utterly defeated. And I decided I would rather live with that defeat, then live like I owe someone my life.

So in my desperation, I finally called Dad. I told him I needed his help. I felt so low in doing so, knowing that I must have disappointed him so much. But I needed him, I needed my parents to help me. I couldn't do it on my own, and the only people I knew I could turn to was my family. No matter what, I knew if push came to shove then family would come first.

It didn't turn out that way. Dad refused to give me a cent. I don't think he even listened to anything I said after I told him I needed money. He just said that I had to solve my own problems, because that's how I would grow up. My sisters never called him for help and the fact that I did was in bad taste, or something like that.

I guess you could say he wasn't heartless, because he told me that if I had financial problems by the end of the year, he would pay them all off. He would also be paying me a visit at the end of the year with Mom to see how I was doing. Nothing much was exchanged after that, and he dropped the call.

I don't know how long I stared at the phone. It already had been three months of schooling. I couldn't possible wait nine more months for help. It would be far too late.

I just cried. I cried until I couldn't anymore. My life was over. I was a humiliation even my own family wanted nothing to do with.

Actually, it was that night when I gave up on everything and everyone.

I didn't bother telling anything to Tara. I didn't want her getting involved in my troubles. She didn't deserve that from me.

So I realised that I was on my own. There was no one to turn to. There were days were I took walks in dangerous places and hoped someone would do me a favour and put me out of my misery. And someone did put me out of my misery, but not in the way I'd wanted.

He was a pimp named Joe Alaster, the same Joe Alaster that went to the same University as me. I never knew the guy was involved in shady work. He seemed like a decent person, but you can never judge a book by its cover.

He asked me what was wrong, and I was so broken that I told him everything. What he told me had me spinning. He said he could fix my financial problems. I could've accepted robbery at that stage. So when he offered prostitution, I didn't flat-out deny him.

He gave me a few days to think it over. And I did so. I weighed the pros and cons, realising that it was irrelevant if I needed to not only survive but keep the Rockwaller name from falling under.

I asked him a lot of questions about it. And he told me that prostitution in Upperton payed triple the amount of the entire tristate area, Middleton and Lowerton combined didn't even come close.

He told me the conditions to the job. I would always use protection. I would always be secured with pay. And if anyone tried anything funny, then there were men who were ready to act on my behalf and deal with unruly customers.

I wondered why he would go on a limb for me. Oh, I wasn't delusioned into thinking that he liked me. I know full well he was using me, but I wondered why me of all people.

I won't go into details, but after I joined his little group, I had a lot of protected sex with a lot of people. That's all I'm going to say on that. The money I got was really good, and my debt dwindled significantly.

But I needed more money. I needed to pay every last cent of debt before the end of the year. I needed to prove to everyone that I didn't need their help, and I could do fine on my own.

It was then Alaster introduced me to drugs, and my money skyrocketed. It was through this I met Ron.

Before I go into that, I'll just ease your worries and tell you I never used any of them. I never did drugs, just sold them. Anyway, back to Ron.

He was looking for a money making scheme too. He was also shrouded with liability and didn't know where else to go. I had no idea that he was even in Upperton until I met him then.

It was pretty embarrassing for me. Here I was, the Queen Bee, reduced to nothing more than a whore and Ron of all people had to be the one to find out.

Our relationship was rocky. I made him swear to secrecy, and he obliged. There were a few occasions when he got on my nerves and we fought. Those were the moments when I was surprised with his attitude and how much he changed. It was weird for me.

Over the course of two months, we dealt drugs. When it was me who did the dealing, Ron was appointed as my bodyguard. Alaster became so familiar with Ron that he also included him in my…other job.

There were a few occasion when a customer wanted more than he paid for, or when someone didn't want to use any protection, but Ron surprisingly kept them in line.

I'm not proud of myself for what I'm about to say. In fact, I'm ashamed, but I did blackmail Ron. I threatened to reveal everything he had been doing to everyone. I had expected him to say the same thing but he didn't. It was strange but I took advantage of it. I was so lonely, and he was the only semblance from my past by my side. I slept with him a lot. I did force myself on him, but it wasn't rape. He accepted me every time I did so. Maybe it was because we both had wounds that couldn't easily be healed. Maybe it was because we gave up on living normal lives. Maybe because we were both lonely and needed to feel like there was at least someone with us.

Overtime, we got to know each other, and we realised we had a lot in common. He told me his problems with Kim, and I told him my problems with my family. We bonded, in a way. We promised to get through this ordeal together and never speak of it when it was over.

We grew to love each in the hell we found ourselves in. Make no mistake, we're not in love with each other. Our love can't be described as a normal couple. We're friends, that's all, and we're free to choose anyone we want to spend the rest of our days with. Until that happens, we have each other.

Anyway, things seemed to be going smoothly, until Kim ruined everything.

She found out about the whole blackmail thing and went berserk, and even brought Tara into the mess. That was the last thing I wanted. I never wanted Tara to know about my actions.

I desperately tried to explain things, but my own best friend wouldn't hear me out. She just beat me and tossed away all we had. That was it. That was the last straw. I could take all the shit life threw at me fine. But if life decided that it needed to take Tara away from me too, then I say fuck life.

It was at this point I entertained killing myself. It became more pronounced every day. I researched ways to do it without cutting or hanging myself. An overdose sounded like just what I needed….I know, it must be sick hearing me talk about death like it's nothing at all.

Ron didn't care anymore. We promised each other to be together, so if I wanted to die, then he would join me. Even now, I thought that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me.

Alaster didn't want it to happen, not because he cared, but because it could come back to him and he might be exposed. We were resolute – he knew he couldn't stop us. So he offered us special pills that would be able to do the trick. He said that it would be fast and painless. I didn't even think twice.

Flashback End.

"From then on, you pretty much know everything else," Bonnie concluded.

"Yes. Thanks very much for clarifying. Do you know what pills you took?" the doctor asked.

They shook their heads.

The doctor sighed. "Then that's still a major issue, because if something like this happens to someone else, they might not make it with time to spare like you two did. It would have been beneficial if we could have made a vaccine. But there's nothing we can do as of yet."

The doctor rose from his seat. "Now that's out of the way, I'm sure some much needed family time is overdue. I'll take my leave."

"Thank you so much, Doctor," Mrs Rockwaller said.

"Think nothing of it. I'm just doing my job. I'll be sure to inform the police about this Joe Alaster. Don't worry, if any of you are charged, I'll be sure to step in. You guys were obviously victims in this man's scheme."

As soon as the doctor left, the parents bombarded their children.

"Oh, sweetie!" Mrs. Rockwaller wailed on her daughter's chest. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that! I'm such a horrible mother! I should have seen you more instead of leaving you alone! Please forgive me! If I knew anything was wrong, I would have been there sooner!"

Bonnie patted her mother's head, uncomfortable. "Come on, Mom, I never blamed you."

"No, you blamed me," Mr. Rockwaller deduced.

Bonnie didn't look at him. It was all the confirmation he needed.

He stood up. "Moving into the adult life on their own is what a Rockwaller does. It has been the case for generations."

"I hope you're not saying what I think you're saying?" James inquired, eyes narrowed.

Bonnie was staring at her dad too, upset that he seemed to care very little for what she went through.

Mr. Rockwaller fixed his daughter with a blank stare. "Your sisters had no problems like you did."

Mrs. Rockwaller snarled at her husband. "Honey, how dare you-"

"Let me finish, woman!" Mr. Rockwaller barked.

That shut her up.

"Being a Rockwaller means upholding standards. That's what my father told me and I took it to heart. I put those teachings into you and expected the desired results. I didn't get them, and it was because you weren't ready to support yourself like your sisters were. I've compared you to them for as long as I can remember, but after hearing you story, I realise your life was nothing like there's. They faced challenges, but had each other. You literally had no one. I should have seen you as a daughter first instead of a Rockwaller. I should have seen the signs sooner, but I chose to base decisions from my head instead of my gut."

Bonnie was a bit shocked she was hearing all this from her father. He was never a guy to admit his wrongs. It was both alien and unsettling.

"I've disgraced myself, and this family…I'll be sure to pay any debt you owe anyone," her father completed. He walked away from them and shut the door on his way out.

"Dad…" Bonnie murmured.

Mrs. Rockwaller sighed. "That man…"

She turned to her daughter. "Your father feels horrible for what happened to you. I know he's a hard man, sweetie, but he loves you, and has a difficult way of expressing it."

Bonnie looked away from her mother. She was finding it tough to believe her dad actually gave a damn about her.

Mrs. Rockwaller said nothing else on the matter, more focused in being there for her daughter.

"I swear, Ronald, if you ever try something like this again…" Mrs. Stoppable trailed off.

Ron chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Mom."

Mr. Stoppable stepped in. "What you did was not only irresponsible but would have destroyed this family. Do you have any idea how Hana would feel if she ever found out her big brother died. What about us? We would never be able to live with ourselves."

Ron nodded meekly, trying to breathe through his mother's embrace. "I'm sorry, guys. I…don't know what else to say."

"How about I'll never do it again?" his mother supplied.

Ron nodded in agreement. "I take it I'm in trouble."

"Big trouble." Even the Possibles agreed.

Ron sighed in defeat.

"From now on, Ron, if you ever have a problem, don't hesitate to call your parents or us," Dr. Possible said, stroking his head. "We love you as much as any of our children, and it would really depress us if we lost you."

"And it would absolutely destroy Kim. I hope you know that," Mr Possible said seriously.

That's right. Now that remembered, Kim was the first person he saw when he woke up. They were still not on good terms, but her being there for him made him feel really guilty.

He could admit to making some horrible mistakes in the past, and getting jealous of Kim's relationship with Monkey was one of them. It took Bonnie pointing it out to make him see reason, but it was far too late for any sort of apologies.

But he still needed to try.

"Sorry Mr and Dr P. I guess I just made one stupid decision after another."

"That's right. By the way, you're coming back home," his father said.

"What, but college!"

"No buts. We'll drive you to college if your bike is too slow. But under no circumstances are you allowed to live on your own until we're sure you're capable. Your mother was beside herself when you were in hospital. I don't ever want to see her like that again, do you understand me?"

Ron gulped. He'd only seen his father serious a couple of times, and he definitely didn't want to anger the man.

"Good."

"The same goes for you, Bonnie. You'll be going to University from home," Mrs. Rockwaller said.

Bonnie didn't have the energy to disagree. It would actually be a nice change in pace.

The door to the room opened, and a few heads peaked in.

"Mom, can we come in now?" Connie asked, impatient.

Mrs. Rockwaller looked at her daughters. "Oh, sorry! I was so happy my little Bon-Bon woke up, I forgot about you!"

Bonnie groaned. "Mom, will you ever stop calling me that?"

"We should be leaving – work and all that," James said.

"You kids better behave," Mr. Stoppable said.

"We'll be back to check on both of you tomorrow," Mrs. Rockwaller said.

Soon, all the parents left the room.

Connie sat nearest to Bonnie. She smiled gently. "Hi, Bon-Bon, how are you feeling?"

The big sister got just what she was expecting.

Bonnie glared at her. "Why the hell do you care?!" I bet you enjoy seeing me like this. Laugh all you want!"

Bonnie turned away sharply from her big sister, content with staring elsewhere.

Lonnie was shocked and nervous from Bonnie's rejection. She tried to explain hers and Connie's intentions. "No, Bonnie, we're not here to-"

Connie stopped Lonnie with a hand in the air. Lonnie didn't know what her twin was up to, but kept silent.

Bonnie wouldn't have expected it in a million years, so she was completely off guard when Connie grabbed her and hugged her in the same manner her mother did.

Her initial hostility vanished when she felt warm tears soak through her hospital gown. She looked at the head buried in her shoulder and couldn't help but stare as her elder sister's body shook, her sobbing loud and uncontrolled.

"Oh, Bonnie, I was so worried! I thought I'd never see you again!"

Bonnie was speechless, even more so when Connie lifted her head and stared at her with tears streaming down her face.

Connie wailed louder. "I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how sorry I am and that I love you so much!"

Bonnie could not respond. She had been too used to Connie and Lonnie's animosity towards her existence, that she didn't think they had it in them to cry over her. But here they were, bawling their eyes out.

"Things will be different now," Lonnie sniffed, hugging her in the little room provided. "We should have been sisters back then, but I swear we will be now."

All Bonnie could do as a response was stroke her eldest sisters' head. It felt strange comforting someone that had tormented her. But she never really hated her sisters to begin with. And knowing that they actually did love her…felt very nice.

While that was happening, Kim was glaring daggers at Ron.

Ron knew he was in for it now. Kim only gave that look to the rarity of people that pissed her off to an intense degree.

He sighed. "Be gentle on the face, will ya?"

He knew he shouldn't have said that, for what followed next was a slap to end all slaps. He staggered on his bed.

"Rooooonnnn!" Kim roared.

Ron closed his eyes and put his hands up in surrender. "Don't hurt me!"

What followed next was a weeping redhead, hugging him tightly, calling him horrible names and begging him never to leave her again. Ron just smiled at it all and apologised for putting her through all that.

"You owe me!" Kim yelled in his face. "For all the pain you made me go through, you're treating me to a Naco!"

Ron rolled his eyes and gave in. "Will Monkey be there?"

"I'm through with that jerk!" Kim replied fiercely. "The moment he said something bad about you, he made an enemy out of Kim Possible."

Okay, now that surprised him. Not only did Kim still cherish their friendship, but she even ended things with Monkey because of it. He felt relieved.

"So, friends?" he nervously put out.

"You kidding me?" Kim croaked, tears streaming down her face. "We'll always be the best of friends."

They shared a hug.

"I know you want to, Tara, so come here."

"...Waaah!"

Kim and Ron looked at the noise. It was a sobbing Tara being comforted by an exasperated Bonnie.

"Geez, you're always a handful when you're emotional, Tara."

"I'm…I'm sooo sooory!" the blonde hiccuped, holding Bonnie like a life preserver.

Bonnie sighed. "Like I said, it's okay. You know I could never hold anything against you. Plus, you're the only best friend I have, so I can't just cast you out."

Her joke only seemed to make Tara feel worse.

"I'm so hooorible!"

Bonnie grimaced, and quickly surmised that damage control was in order.

"No, you're not, but punching me was a bit over the top."

"Oh God…I am horrible!"

Bonnie smacked her forehead. "See? This is exactly the reason why I didn't want you to know. I knew you'd be like this sooner or later."

After all the tears, they were able to get their much needed closure from Bonnie and Ron's story.

Kim was the first to get over her initial shock. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. I ran to conclusions."

"It's okay, K, but I will need compensation."

Kim deadpanned. "Say what now?"

"I'm just kidding. Like I'd ever ask anything from you."

Kim grumbled, "I swear, if you weren't already in the hospital."

A lot of eyebrows were raised at the interaction.

Bonnie finally allowed herself to smile. "Never a dull moment with us, is there?"

Kim smiled back. "I guess. How about a truce for now?"

"Sure."

"So you guys aren't together?" Connie asked the seated pair, half-curious.

"Nope, we just needed each other. We're not dating, if that's what you mean."

"Oh."

"Yay, everyone's happy!" Hana cheered. "Can we go to the mall now?!"

"I think that was the only thing on the little girl's mind the entire time," Connie giggled.

Tara whispered something into Bonnie's ear. Nobody heard what she said but they were equally curious.

"I knew it!" Bonnie yelled. Her happy outburst was met with a forceful nudge from a blushing Tara and strange stares from everyone else.

"Ahem….sorry about that," Bonnie said, although she looked anything but. "Could you guys give me and Ron a moment?"

Her request gathered confused stares, but everyone cooperated.

"Call us when you're done," Connie said, closing the door behind her.

Ron looked at Bonnie, and was surprised to see Tara still in the room.

"Okay, Tara, you're up," Bonnie said.

The blushing blonde sputtered. "What the heck, Bonnie? You can't expect me to do that with you here!"

"Well, I could leave like everyone else, except I can't move from the bed." She even offered a cheeky smile.

"What's this about?" Ron asked.

"I'll do it another time," Tara retorted to Bonnie.

"Come on, you big baby, what better time to do it then when your best friend is around?"

"No…you'll just laugh at me."

"Before I knew him, I would have scolded you for even considering him, but I think you're the best choice."

"…You guys are talking about me, right?"

Both girls turned to Ron. He had the same stupid look from all the years they remembered.

Bonnie turned back to Tara. "Go for it. If you can't do it now, then when?"

Tara nibbled on her lip and wringed her hands. She gave Ron a nervous glance. Mentally cursing Bonnie, she gathered up her courage.

Before Ron could think about it further, Tara rose from her seat, rushed to him, and gave him the most passionate kiss he'd ever had right then and there. Even after she pulled away, Ron was still in coo-coo land.

Bonnie was laughing her ass off. When she saw Tara glowering at her, she sputtered a defense. "N-No, Tara! Hahaha! I-I'm not laughing at yo-Hahaha!"

Tara glared harder, heavily embarrassed.

"Don't stop now," Bonnie encouraged, suddenly serious, although there was a suspicious glint in her eye. "Go all the way!"

"What the hell, Bonnie?!"

After gathering her wits from Tara's shriek, Bonnie decided she had enough fun for one day. "I meant tell him."

Tara's eyes resembled little marbles, she blinked a few times. "Oh."

She glanced at Ron again. He was looking at her in confusion.

"Tara? What?" Ron didn't know how to respond. That was the last thing he was expecting from a fellow blonde. There were still a lot of 'Boo-yah's!' lingering in his head. He struggled to remain impassive. He really wanted to grin like an idiot.

Deciding that there was no backing down now, Tara decided to just go for it.

"Ronnie…there's something I need to tell you."

And that's it! My first complete story! Oh gosh, it took forever thinking of a way to continue this one because I wanted something that would be worthwhile to read. As you've already noticed, this is the epilogue. For those of you who waited for so long, you finally get closure! And for me, I can finally take pride in taking up something until the end. I'm actually glad I won't have to deal with this story anymore, mainly because reading it kind of brings out memories I'm not fond of. And I feel like I can finally put my best friend's image to rest in peace along with this book.

So, thanks for reading and look out for more updates to other fics!