I don't own these characters.
This is an AU. I'm talking really AU. So, if that's not your deal, you might wanna make a speedy getaway now.
This is also Kigo … come on, I'm sure you knew that.
There for You
1: All work and no play
Bonnie could not contain her smile as she attended yet another big party. It was a formal affair and she was wearing one of her best dresses, looking to impress those around her. The revenue was beautiful, with high ceilings and crystal chandlers. There was an opening to a green terrace with a marvelous fountain. People were collected in groups, speaking with each other and sipping expensive champagne.
She supposed she liked the gatherings because she enjoyed mingling with people. She was a social creature by birth and by nurturing. She liked mixing with different kind of folks, as long as they were the "right kind" of people. Her life seemed to be made up of parties, some larger and more formal than others, when she was not working. She had to attend parties not just because of her work, but also because of her boyfriend's occupation.
Bonnie was a dancer and she had to attend fundraisers, parties, and galas of all types either to promote a new show, to hook in producers, or get to know other people in the business, or any other number of things. She did not mind that. She understood it to be part of her job if she wanted to continue to have work, which she did of course. She was living her dream by dancing for a living.
She tended to drag her boyfriend and best friend to any parties that she had to go to because her boyfriend dragged her to all of his parties. He had plenty social events because he was an artist and their shared best friend was just stuck in the middle. They believed that she needed to get out more often, anyway. Besides, she was usually supposed to be at those parties too, most of the time.
"Babe, have you seen her yet?" Josh asked as he came over to Bonnie. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, earning a gentle slap from her tanned hand. A pout settle on his face that she ignored.
"No, you know how she is with time," Bonnie answered. Despite her answer, her turquoise eyes scanned the crowded room.
Bonnie and Josh were trying to keep an eye out for their mutual best friend, who they had learned did not seem to understand time too well. She was almost always late to any of the functions that they attended. She also had the bad habit of showing up dressed like a bum, which Bonnie suspected was an artist thing because Josh used to do the same thing. She was there to make sure that Josh left the house looking presentable if they had to go out, as she had done that night dressing him in a fashionable tux, but no one was there to make sure that their best friend looked presentable.
Personally, Bonnie would have gone to their friend's house and made sure that she wore something appropriate, but she was almost never home. She got out plenty, but not to the right places in Bonnie's all-important opinion. She would get that girl some sophisticated culture, even if it killed her.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Josh asked curiously as he looked around. His survey of the room was much more anxious than hers, his eyes darting around rapidly. It was not really his scene, not that he minded being there. It was just that it was a formal party and he had been all but forced into a tuxedo; the threat of no sex for a month was actually force in his opinion. He could have resisted gunpoint a lot better than no sex.
"Through out the night. Go mingle, baby. You might get a commission or two," Bonnie suggested with a sweet smile. "And don't mess with your time," she added, knowing he would tug at the tie as soon as he thought that she was not looking.
Josh did not argue that and nodded as a silent promise to leave the tie alone. He walked off to go mix with the other people in attendance. He had no problem with chatting with people and getting to know folks. It was fairly easy for him since he was such an easygoing person. It did not take long for people he had just met to begin introducing him to other partygoers as if they had known him for years. It was a good skill for someone like him to have because it helped sell paintings.
Bonnie went to mix with everyone also. She was used to all the parties and took to it like a fish to water. Her fellow dancers came around and introduced her to new people that they believed she needed to know. She held conversations with several "need to know" people while keeping an eye out for her missing friend.
When her friend finally showed up, it was not hard to miss her. All Bonnie had to do was turn to where she noticed any shocked expressions in a fairly large group. She followed any gawking and it led her right to her best friend, Kim Possible.
"Only her," Bonnie sighed as she noticed what Kim was wearing.
Kim had shown up to a very formal event in jeans and a pink tank top, which was actually expected of her by her friends. Once upon a time, Kim had been very fashion conscience, but that time seemed so long ago; it was actually only two years ago. After leaving behind the peer pressure of high school, Kim dropped fashion like a hot brick and picked up other hobbies that seemed to mean a lot more to her than clothing ever did. She spent most of her money on her hobbies now rather than searching for top of the line apparel.
"Kim, I dig it when you were these pants," Josh commented as he approached the redhead, smiling brightly at her.
"Don't encourage her. Why the hell do you show up everywhere looking like a hobo, even though you know it's going to be a formal affair?" Bonnie demanded as she stormed over and joined the pair.
Kim did not respond. She looked around; it certainly was a formal affair. She had suspected as much, but she did not have the time to change into a dress. She had come to the party right after a mission and what she was wearing at the moment was the best that she could do. If she had gone home to change, she would not have bothered to leave to go the party.
"It was this or I was just going to go to bed," Kim answered with a shrug.
"I can understand that one," Josh commented with a laugh and he patted the hero on the shoulder.
Bonnie frowned and slapped her boyfriend's hand away. He pouted slightly, if only to appease her. She disliked that Kim and Josh were so alike now. It used to be that she and Kim were alike, which made their friendship a very rocky one and people used to think that they were more enemies or rivals rather than friends. But, Kim had changed so much since they graduated high school and got out on their own. She was like a whole new person, but they were still friends. They would always be friends, no matter how much Kim got on her nerves.
"Stop encouraging her," Bonnie scolded her boyfriend yet again.
"What?" Josh pretended that he did not know what the dancer was going on about. He gave her a small smile with the hope that it would get him out of trouble.
"Kim, did you at least bring someone with you?" Bonnie asked.
Kim shook her head and her best friend pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "What am I going to do with you, Kim? All I want to do is civilize you like I've done with Josh," Bonnie commented and Kim opened her mouth to object, but Bonnie held up her hand. "I'm simply trying to break you both of these bohemian lifestyles that you seem to believe come along with being an artist. You need to do some normal things."
"I do normal things," the redhead argued.
"Oh, really? Because jetting halfway around the world to find crazy treasure or pull people out of mudslides that could easily be handled by proper authorities is normal," Bonnie snorted and rolled her eyes.
Kim ran around doing her "hero thing" like always and it seemed to make her miss out on regular things that people their age did, like date. The redhead never had a date when they went to parties, formal or otherwise. She always just showed up looking like a bum and allowing Josh to drag her around to meet people that would hopefully buy some of their work.
"What am I supposed to do with you two? Really, just what the hell?" Bonnie wondered out loud, shaking her head.
"It's all right, babe. Let it go," Josh said with a soft smile and then he turned his attention to the redheaded hero. "Kim, I have this guy you really need to meet. He saw the work you did on that beach scene and he is dying to have you do one for him. He was practically begging me to introduce him to you," he explained with a bright grin.
"No, no, no. She's coming with me. I've got a dancer that she needs to meet," Bonnie declared, taking Kim by the hand.
"Money or sex, Kimmie?" Josh inquired with an arched eyebrow and a half-smirk.
Bonnie frowned again because of the way that her boyfriend had phrased the options. Kim was obviously going to go with him because money was what paid the bills and brought the precious paint that they would probably mount if they could. Not to mention, sex seemed be to at the bottom of Kim's priorities. As expected, Kim went off with Josh and Bonnie went back to talking with dancers and such.
The redhead and the bleached blonde worked the room in their own way. Josh was smooth and charming while Kim was respectful and knowledgeable on all sorts of things. Their relaxed smiles seemed to disarm everyone and their warm personalities beckoned people to them. They talked galleries with people until someone recognized Kim and brought up the young lady's other occupations.
"Oh, my goodness, you are the famous Kim Possible," a woman gasped as she stared at the redhead.
"Um … okay," Kim answered, rubbing her forehead a bit. She would not categorize herself as "famous," but if that was what the woman wanted to say, she would not correct her.
"I've read all of your books. You're amazing," the woman said in awe of the slender hero.
"Thank you," Kim said graciously, smiling a bit.
"Can I have your autograph, please?" the woman requested.
Kim was not sure what to answer. She did not often get requests for her autographs, but she had no problem with taking the time to put her signature to something. But, she did not have a pen or a piece of paper, which did not stop her fan. The woman quickly secured both items.
"Look at how popular you are," Josh teased Kim as she managed to get away from a few other people that wanted her autograph when they found out that she was an author of several popular books.
Kim had five best-selling books under her belt. She wrote three non-fiction accounts of her adventures and two fictional accounts. The non-fictional books were brought up more than fictional, but the fictional books were more popular. People tended to not believe her non-fictional works and seemed to buy those editions to publicly scoff at her and call her a liar. Of course, she had defenders of her works, too, and they argued with the naysayers.
She tended to ignore any debates, unless she was on some show where they wanted to ask her about the books. She would simply say the books were in the non-fictional section for a reason and the fictional ones were put where they needed to be for a reason. She had more than enough witnesses to vouch for her non-fictional books for her to not care what other people thought.
"You need to be trying to pick someone up while you're getting so much attention," Bonnie told Kim as she rejoined the artists.
"I'm not going to pick up someone that wants my autograph," Kim argued with a horrified expression. The last thing she wanted to do was date a fan of hers. That would probably the definition of "awk-weird."
"I can see your point. Here, I got this for you." Bonnie handed the redhead a card.
Kim arched an eyebrow. "What's this?" she asked as she looked down at the business card.
The turquoise-eyed female looked around to make sure that no one around was paying them any mind. She then leaned over and whispered what the card was for to Kim. Olive eyes went wide and the redhead actually yelped when she heard what the card was.
"Care to let me in on the secret?" Josh inquired. He wanted to know because he had never seen the petite hero appear so aghast.
"Bonnie, I'm not going to use this card," Kim objected while trying to push the embarrassing piece of paper back into her friend's hand, but the tanned female was not trying to take it back.
Bonnie stepped away slightly, holding her hand up and closed into tight fits. "Why not? You need to. Whether you use it for a night on the town or on the next party, you'd better use that card," she ordered.
"I'm not gonna use it. I'm not going to pay some guy to accompany me to a party. I don't even like guys," Kim pointed out.
"No, really?" Bonnie said sarcastically. She had only known Kim since the first grade, so of course she knew that the redhead was a lesbian.
"Okay, so what you're trying to tell me is—" Kim did not even get to finish her sentence because her best friend cut her off.
"Yes, they cater to people such as yourself. So, use the fucking card," Bonnie commanded in a low tone, pointing a threatening index finger at the hero.
"You'd better or I swear you're going to regret it," Bonnie promised with a growl.
Kim yelped again and nodded. Out of the trio, it was a bit clear that Bonnie was in charge now. In the past, Kim probably would have argued with Bonnie until they were just not going to speak to each other for a few days, but lately, Kim did not even bother to waste the energy. Sometimes, Bonnie missed the long arguments, but she liked winning, so it balanced out.
The slender hero put the card in her back pocket and even though she had no intention of using it. Ever. It was for an escort service. Kim did not think that she was so desperate that she needed to ever hire a date … or more.
Shego sat down at a bar known as The Triple S. It was late at night or early in the morning, depending on who one asked. She was nursing a drink and flirting a bit with the muscle-head bartender. He was a handsome guy, who obviously took great pride in his appearance and she could understand that. Considering the fact that he probably had ferrets burrowing in his head, all he had left were his looks.
The green-skinned woman glanced around the empty bar, which looked like most other bars, but a bit larger. To her right, on one of the cushy stools, was the bar owner. He was an old gentleman and he tended to just sit in the corner when she was in the bar, but it was because she was usually there close to closing time. He often walked around and mingled with his patrons when the bar had people in it. He liked making sure everything was all right in his place and he understood that people would return to his establishment and become regulars if the atmosphere was friendly and comfortable.
Shego then glanced to the left of her and noticed a lone girl in the corner. She was a cute redhead that was folded up in a booth with nothing on the table and watching the television in the bar. She seemed to into whatever was on, Shego noted. She wondered why the girl was in a bar watching the television, though.
"Hey, Senior," Shego called to the bar owner.
"What do you want, girl?" Senor Senior Senior inquired in a bit of a huff.
He did not like Shego too much and she was not totally sure why. After all, there were so many reasons to dislike her, so she wondered which one or ones it was that he chose to hate her for. She suspected his reasons were because she liked flirting with his dimwit son and he knew how she made her money. He needed to just relax in her opinion, especially since it was not like she was doing anything with his moronic offspring. He did not make enough money for her to do anything with him.
"What's her deal?" Shego asked while pointing to the svelte redhead.
"Oh, her. That's Kim. I believe that she comes in every now and then because she likes to watch the soccer matches here," Senor Senior Senior answered, pointing to one of the other televisions. There was a soccer match on.
"Why not just watch them at home?" the pale woman wondered out loud with a scrunched up face.
"I do not believe she has a television at home," he replied.
Senor did not know much about Kim, except that she was a big time soccer fan, which he could understand. He spoke to her on occasion when she came in and he was in a walking around mood. He often asked why a pretty young lady such as herself was alone in a bar and she would only say that she wanted to catch the match. He did not bother her when she was in the bar most of the time because she really seemed to only want to watch the match. She brought drinks while she was there, so he did not mind. Although, he was amused that she always brought soda.
"No TV?" Shego inquired in disbelief. She did not think that people lived without televisions nowadays. Having no television was like having no phone or indoor plumbing to her and, the last time she checked, they were well out of the nineteenth century.
"No, no television," he stated, shaking his head.
Shego glanced back over to the redhead again. She watched the girl briefly and then turned back to the bar. She tapped the wooden countertop with her glass to get the Neanderthal's attention.
"What?" Junior inquired.
"I want to buy that girl a drink. What's she drinking?" Shego asked. She felt like doing something and the kid was there, so maybe something could turn out to be pleasurable.
"I don't know. Ask my father. He took her order, like he always does," Junior informed her.
"Senior," the pale woman practically snorted.
"Leave the kid alone. She's a good girl and she always wants to watch her game. She even buys drinks while she's here instead of just sitting there watching my TV like other idiots would. So, leave her alone," Senor Senior Senior replied.
"You can't tell me who I can and can't buy a drink for, old man," Shego retorted.
"Leave the kid alone," he repeated.
"Fuck it. Junior, give me another shot," the curvaceous woman ordered.
The muscular young man did not argue, especially since his father did not object to the order. Junior poured the drink and handed it to Shego. She took the drink and laid down the money for it on the bar.
She strolled over to Kim and put the drink down on the table. The redhead glanced at the drink and then she glanced at the person that brought it over. She then turned her attention back to the soccer game.
"I'd take a thanks or at the least a smile for my trouble," Shego commented with a confident smirk.
Kim did not respond. She remained watching her match without giving Shego a second glance. She just wanted to watch her game and she planned on doing just that, even if others seemed to think differently.
"You're too cute to be a bitch, so you shouldn't act that way," Shego remarked with an amused look on her face.
"Look, I just want to watch my game. That's it," Kim stated with a frustrated sigh. She wanted to relax after spending all of that time at the party being yelled at by Bonnie. The fact that Bonnie thought that she was so pitiful that she needed that card bugged her, too, much more than she thought it should. She really did not want to be bothered, or hit on; it was hard for her to tell the difference now.
"You can do that. It seems like it would be a better idea if you watched it at home," Shego commented.
"Where I watch the game is my business," the redhead pointed out with a frown.
"All right, you got me there, cutie. I'll let you go. Enjoy the drink," the pale woman said. Usually, she would have cut into the little brat for being so snide with her, but she was the one that was intruding.
"I don't drink," Kim replied with a sneer.
"You don't drink when you're in a bar?" Shego inquired in disbelief. The redheaded kid was rather weird, but she was cute, so that made things all right.
"I'm not old enough," Kim answered while trying to control her emotions. God, she really just wanted to watch the football match and call it a night.
"Try it anyway and you should be a bit more polite when people buy you drinks, Princess," Shego said with a wink and then she walked back to the bar.
Kim pushed the alcoholic beverage away from her and turned her attention back to the television. Shego noticed that the girl had shunned her drink and decided not to think of the little redhead anymore. She would excuse the disrespect just because she did not feel like having to deal with the old man huffing at her for beating the piss out of one of his customers.
Besides, it had been a good night for Shego, so she was in a giving mood. She finished off her drink and made a comment to Junior that made the bartender's father frown. She gave the old man a suggestive smirk as she exited the bar. She wanted to tell Senor Senior Senior that he did not have to worry about her with Junior since she was half-certain that the narcissistic young man was gay.
She cast a linger look at the girl in the corner and saw that she was still into her game. That certainly is one weird kid. She shrugged that thought away because she had better things to do with her time than to worry about some strange redhead that did not have a television set at home. It probably would have been nice to have some fun with the spirited punk, though.
"Well, I can always have fun with someone else," Shego reminded herself as she made her way home.
Next time: Kim uses the card and you might be able to guess who answers her call.