I don't own a thing, Disney does. This story takes place after the events of "Redemption". Basically, I wanted to do an almost Dead Zone thing with Bonnie since I saw the show and figured this would be the time to do it. I'll be doing the Bonnie's Diary before each chapter, just to fill in some gaps between this story and Redemption. Bold denotes vision, Italics indicate thoughts, and "Italics in quotes" indicates telepathic communication.

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The Things Men Do – Chapter 1

April 2nd

Dear Kim,

It's been a few weeks since I realized I could do more with these powers than just wait for the vision to happen. Not being able to take part in cheerleading thanks to a broken arm (Monkey Fist is so lucky he's dead, cause I'd kill him for making me miss District next week!), I've had plenty of time to practice. It's unbelievable! All it took was a little practice, and I could basically call the visions to me, direct them. It's not perfect yet, but I'm getting there. Too bad I can't get the telepathy to work with anyone but Ron. I think his mind is just more open to it than everyone else. Maybe it's the magic, or just the way he is. At least it's handy in a fight!

PS. His mind is way too open when he's sleeping. Found that out when he crashed after a mission. You'll be happy to know, you dominate his dreams most of the time. There is one thing though, and I think I'll leave it to you to ask when you recover. He has an almost unhealthy obsession with this old Japanese woman who is always laughing at him and stealing his food. He dreams about her fairly often, and I'm a little afraid to ask him myself.

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"Ya cannae stop me! When ah sell the formula, ah'll have enough to buy meself a dozen golf courses! HAHAHAHA!"

"And you thought the front door would be a good idea! Brilliant idea Ron!"

"Well, I didn't think he'd be right there when we opened the door!"

Bonnie peeked out over the lip of the sand bunker she had taken refuge in, and could see Ron had done the same on the other side of the fairway, a small cliff blocking him on one side. She ducked back down to avoid a golf ball coming far too close for comfort and sighed.

"Look… you're closer to him. Can't you just, like, superspeed a bit to him?"

"Yeah right. If I could do that, it wouldn't have taken three hours for me to clean out my mom's basement."

"Well, there has to be something…"

An exceedingly loud explosion interrupted him, and Bonnie could hear Ron yell. She looked up in time to a good portion of the cliff beside Ron give way, collapsing where Ron had been ducking.

"RON!"

Bonnie was forced to duck back down as all the fire from Duff came her way now. "Ron, can you hear me? Are you there?"

"Yeah Bon-Bon, I'm good. As I was jumping away, my pants fell down and I tripped. Actually, that's what saved my life!"

"First off, the only reason I'm letting you live for calling me Bon-Bon is because you almost died there. Now, as I was saying…"

"Umm… just… one small problem."

"What's that?"

"Well, my pants got trapped under a boulder, and I can't get them free."

Bonnie just rolled her eyes. "What's the big deal? I've seen you freak fight in your boxers before."

She could feel him hesitating. "Well… you see… my mom was doing laundry today, and I really didn't expect the call to go out anywhere before they were done."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I kinda threw all my underwear in with the wash. I'm kinda… going commando right now. Think you could handle Duff while I try to get my pants loose?"

Bonnie just groaned, rubbing her temple to try and alleviate the headache that was developing. Taking a deep breath, she scouted the area around her and found a shard of one of the exploded golf balls that had landed near her. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, trying to find her center. She pictured the fragment in her mind and…

A rain of fire pelted down around her, as Duff was frantically firing, trying to get a bead on her. Bonnie focused on where the shots were landing as she viewed herself in the third person weaving through the course. She saw herself take one just a few feet away from Duff, and calculated just where she'd need to be when she reached that point.

Bonnie's eyes opened and she smiled. Rubbing the cast on her arm briefly, she dove from cover, launching herself into a quick flip before one-handed cart wheeling away from another two shots. Rapidly, she made her way towards her foe, and she could see the smile on his face as she got closer. When she got within ten feet, her ears ringing from the explosions, she twisted quickly to the left and dove across the grass, avoiding one that that would have come far too close for comfort, as she had seen a few moments ago. As there was still a light dew on the lawn, she slid right up to Killigan and quickly leapt to her feet.

She took a moment to brush herself off, and examine the grass stain on her shirt. "You do know your paying my dry cleaning bill, don't you?"

Killigan just smiled. "Ach Lassie, yer dry cleaning will be the least o your worries!"

The end of his club glowed, and Bonnie ducked and rolled out of the way of the wild swing aimed at her head. When he turned, she flipped over his head, grabbing a club from the bag on his back while in mid-air, and landed deftly on the ground. Smiling coldly, she readied herself.

Duff grabbed another club from his bag, and twirled them in his hands. When he was done showing off, he gripped them tightly, and attacked. Bonnie blocked both shots with her own club, but Duff brought one of the club's back, swinging low. She leapt over it, pushing back on the other one and dove low. Duff was ready for her though, and as she landed, she found a club at the back of her ankle. He pulled roughly, and Bonnie found herself lying on the ground. Slightly stunned, Bonnie looked up at him.

"Ya didn't see that one comin', did ya Lassie?" He swung both clubs downward and to the sides as if he was aiming at a ball, only from both sides of her.

Bonnie simply reacted. She blocked the one on the right with the club in hand, and shifted her left arm to block the other one. The club struck the cast with a resounding thud, and Bonnie winced briefly as the pain traveled up her arm.

She looked back up at Duff, who looked a little surprised, and smiled. "And I bet you didn't see this!"

Bonnie reared back her leg, and drove it forward, directly into his groin. All the air left his lungs as he dropped the clubs and held himself gingerly. He quickly fell to his knees in front of Bonnie, tears running freely down his cheeks, staring at her almost plaintively.

Bonnie got to her feet and smiled, rearing back her fist. "Nighty night!" She swung, and his head shot back from the impact. When he hit the ground, he remained still.

Bonnie pulled out her communicator and signaled Wade. "Hey Wade. Duff's all ready for transport here."

Wade just looked up and smiled. "Great to hear." He looked over her shoulder, frowning slightly. "Where's Ron?"

Bonnie just smirked. "He had a bit of a… wardrobe malfunction, but he's fine though."

Wade just shook his head and chuckled. "Your ride back will be there in ten minutes."

Bonnie just nodded. "Thanks Wade." She turned off the communicator, and slowly made her way over to the bunker that Ron had been hiding in. "You decent yet"

"Almost… there, I'm good."

Bonnie peeked over the bunker as Ron was just tightening the belt. He was dirty and disheveled, but appeared to be fine, so she allowed herself a laugh. "I swear Ron, dumb luck has to be part of the whole mystical monkey package!"

Ron just looked up at her and grinned. "Nahh, it's all natural Ronness. Any trouble with Duff?"

Bonnie looked over her shoulder at the man lying prone on the ground. "Nope, not a one."

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Bonnie and Ron were both napping briefly on the plane ride back when they heard the cockpit door open. She raised her head and smiled when she saw who it was. "General Mackenzie, what are you doing here?"

The older man just smiled, keeping his voice down so as not to wake Ron. "Thought I'd come for the ride and see how you two were doing. I know it's not the most luxurious ride, but it does in a pinch."

Bonnie just grinned. "Thanks again for the lift."

He just shook his head. "Kid, I should be thanking you! If it weren't for you and Ron and your friends stopping Monkey Fist, I would have had to nuke a good portion of England and Wales. I already told Wade, you guys need a lift, I'll be happy to provide, any time! Anyways, I also wanted to let you kids know we are coming up on Middleton now, and since I know you're not a big fan of skydiving, I told the pilot to land us at the military base. A driver will be standing by to take you where you want go."

Bonnie smiled and nodded, and as soon as he re-entered the cockpit, she set about waking Ron. She avoided touching him, knowing that to do so while he was dreaming was just asking for sights she did not want to see, and lazily tossed one of her shoes his way.

Ron shifted briefly, sinking further into the seat. "Five more minutes KP… my crepes are burning and Nooni is trying to take them from me!"

Bonnie just groaned and tossed her other shoe. "Ron!"

Ron scrambled awake, looking left and right through bleary eyes. "Wha… what? Are we home yet?"

Bonnie just grinned. "Almost. They're going to land for us so we don't have to jump." Ron just grinned at that and stretched. "Anyways Ron, my folks are out of town and I was going to ask Tara to go with me to Beuno Nacho to get something to eat. Want to tag along?"

His smile faded briefly before returning. "Naww… I should get to the hospital anyways. It's Friday, and I don't want to miss hanging out with KP. I haven't missed our date night yet, not sense Monkey Fist."

Bonnie just nodded, her own smile fading. "She'll wake up soon Ron. I mean, I saw us all in college, so it can't be too much longer!"

Ron's smile faded as well, and he cast his eyes downward. "Yeah, I know. I just wish you could figure out when."

"I do too, but it just doesn't work that way. Every time I see her awake, its college."

"Yeah… at least I know she'll wake up." Ron rose to his feet, stretching his arms over his head. "You know, if you guys want to swing by with snackage, I'd greatly appreciate it!"

Bonnie smiled faintly. "You got it!"

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"And it's like he doesn't even want to come to Beuno Nacho anymore. I think he's only come twice since Rufus died, and that was just because we all made him come."

Tara just nodded as she sipped at her pop. "He's hurting right now, even if he does everything he can to hide it."

Bonnie just sighed and took the last bite of her naco. "I know he is. I just wish there was something we could do to help him. I hate seeing him like this."

Bonnie grabbed the bag of food for Ron while Tara dumped the garbage from their trays, and the pair headed out across the parking lot.

"I do love the car you got by the way. I can't believe your parents got you that for getting accepted to Upperton U!"

Tara just grinned widely as the approached the red sports car. "I know, isn't it spanking!"

Bonnie just shook her head, draping an arm across her friend's shoulders. "Tara, I…"

The ground opened up beneath Bonnie's feet, and her words were lost as she screamed. She could hear Tara scream as well as she tumbled down after her friend, who had a very good grip on her shirt. Bonnie pulled her friend closer to her as they passed through a network of tubes and shafts. When they hit bottom, they braced themselves and each other as much as they could. Silently, a door in the tube way opened for the pair, and they cautiously stepped out.

Glancing around, Bonnie could see people working all around her, with computer banks and screens jammed into every corner of the room. Her observations were interrupted by a brown haired woman in an eye patch who approached her with a smile.

"Bonnie Rockwaller… welcome to Global Justice! I'm Doctor Director, the head of Global Justice"

Bonnie walked right up to her, anger evident in every move she made. "I don't care who the hell you are! You want to talk to me, you give me a call like a normal person. And what gives you the right to just grab me and my friend off the street like that?"

Doctor Director took a step back, her smile fading. "I do apologize the abrupt nature for which we brought you here. As well, we did not intend for Ms. Matthews to come along for the ride."

Bonnie just crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the brunette. "Fine, whatever. Now why did you bring me here?"

"There has been a murder tonight, and we'd like your help."

"Isn't that the job of the police?"

Doctor Director just nodded. "Normally it would be. But we believe this is the same killer that has struck in St. Louis, Chicago, Cleveland, and New York. So far, we have found no clues as to the identity of the perpetrator."

Bonnie began to look a little worried. "So what do you want me to do?"

"We need you to stop this person, as you are the only one who might stand a chance. You see… we know about your abilities!"

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Author's Notes – GJ tips it's hand, and they need Bonnie to do what they cannot; find a killer before that person strikes again!

I hope everyone saw the newest Family Guy episode, cause any fan of KP really would have enjoyed watching Eisner get thrown from a cliff and ripped apart by crocodiles after his child slave ring was thwarted! Also, since they are frowning on putting thanks into stories, I will be personally thanking each and every person who reviews and answering questions for people who take the time to write me a review, provided you have an email that comes up. If you don't have an account… what's wrong with you? It takes 2 minutes!