I have turned this chapter into an omake type chapter as those of you that review made it clear that you were unhappy with this chapter and how I introduced Alan. I thank you for those criticisms because that's what I'm looking for on this site. I want to get to be a better writer. I'll try to introduce Alan better if I decide I want to bring him back, but I do plan on setting Kim up with an OC.

The dance was great of course and everyone had a great time. Harry had even managed to keep the ravenous fans away from Britina for most of the dance. But now, the fun was over and intense concentration was what you would think when picturing a bomb technician. Of course that couldn't be seen through his mask.

It was the last exhibition tournament this year that Harry could take part of before soccer season took over and he was giving it his all today. It showed as he blew his way through the tournament's bracket. It was now the semi-final match and it was match point. With the signal from the judge, Harry and his opponent started forward, each almost bouncing on the balls of their feet. Their blades clacked once, twice, three times before Harry saw a slight hesitation in his opponent's movement. Lunging forwards, his opponent had no chance of escape and the match was won.

With a loud cheer from the fans, with Kim and Ann leading the way, Harry was moved to the final round for the winner of this tournament. Smiling after the good win, Harry packed up his foil and went to join his mom and sister in the stands to watch the other semifinal match. James would have been there, as well as the twins, but one of Jim's and Tim's experiments had been launched half way around the world and now they were in discussions with the military. He knew that it wasn't truly funny, but the thought of the twins deciding to prank one of the higher up generals, and Harry knew that it was going to come to that, brought so much amusement to him.

"Great job honey," Ann said as he sat down beside his family and she handed him a Gatorade.

"Way to go Harry, you're in another final round," Kim smiled and went to hug him. Then she remembered what Harry had just gotten done with and beat a hasty retreat. Harry smirked at her actions and stretched as he continued to cool down. "Any predictions for this next match and who you're going to face?"

"I don't even know who's playing actually. Do you have a bracket?" Looking over the filled out bracket that Ann had given him, he found out who was playing. "Well, Wendell Johnson is an alright player for this type of tournament. His opponent… no way!"

"What is it honey?"

"He wasn't supposed to come back!" Harry half shouted and half whined.

Before the two females could ask what the matter was, a voice spoke up from behind them. "Aw, and I thought we were friends Harrikins. Did you not want me to come back?" The voice was attached to a body that almost had Kim drooling at first sight.

"Alan," Harry nodded tersely. Their relationship was much like Kim and Bonnie's, rivals at each other's throats, at least to Harry it was.

"Come now, that isn't much of an introduction," Turning to the two Possible women, Alan smiled charmingly. "I'm Alan Roberson, and it's a pleasure to meet two exquisite red headed beauties. But, Harry, I thought you said that you had only one sister? These two look too beautiful to be anything but sisters to each other."

Kim's face soon matched her hair, and Ann simply chuckled. It seemed that Harry had a rivalry in smooth talking. "I'm Ann Possible, Harry's mother," She said and extended her hand to shake.

Alan sighed as he took Ann's hand and kissed it. "Alas, one of the fair maidens has already been won. But," And here Harry got a very bad feeling, "What of the last maiden? The one who is in the springtime of their beauty and has a chance to put goddesses to shame? Is her heart taken?" Alan turned to Kim with imploring eyes that made her blush deeply.

Harry had enough however, "That's it! You are supposed to be having a match tight now! Go on, get!" He yelled as he pushed Alan down to the tunnel where competitors made their way to the court.

"Thanks for looking out for me Harry," Alan said as he let himself be pushed, "But I haven't even got her name!"

Harry managed to get Alan into the court and away from Kim and sat down in a huff. Kim had just barely gotten rid of her blush and gazed at the courts with a hint of longing, which infuriated Harry. The amused look on his mom's face did not help his mood at all as he settled in to watch the match.

Harry and Alan had first met in fencing camp and started out as great friends. However, Harry was a bit competitive as a young child and the friendship turned towards a rivalry. By the end of the camp Harry couldn't believe it when Alan beat him. The next time they met was only a few months later in soccer camp. There, Harry just edged out Alan and a rivalry, in Harry's mind at least, was born. Alan didn't say anything against it so the competition continued. Somehow, those two never ended up on the same team in soccer and neither of them played teams in fencing. A few years ago, just a year after they entered junior high, Alan had to move to Arkansas for his dad's job. Now it looked like he was back.

Watching Alan's matches, Harry could tell that he hadn't slacked off any while in Arkansas. He honestly felt bad for the other guy in the match as he was only able to win three games through the match. Sometimes, high school players could just be outclassed like that. Luckily, and mercifully for the other competitor, the match was quick as the competitor land two points. As much as Harry was loathed to admit it, he was excited in facing Alan again. He was just good competition.

There was a twenty minute long break between the last semifinal match and the final so that the two competitors would be fairly even when they faced and Harry's coach had swept him away as soon as Alan's match was over to discuss strategy. Ann had left to grab a snack from the concessions so Kim was left waiting on something to happen. "You know, I never did get your name," Alan said, startling Kim enough for her to half jump in her seat.

If it were anyone else who had done it, they would have most likely met Kim Possible, the crime fighting teen. Instead, Kim nervously chuckled and pushed back a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Set her up against world class villains and there was no problem, but a cute boy and she fell to pieces. Kim had of course had a good time at the dance with Josh, but nothing had been established so there was nothing to be guilty about.

"So, if you would allow me to try again. Hi, I'm Alan, Alan Roberson."

"Kim Possible," She replied and gave her hand to be kissed like Alan did for Ann.

"Oh I know who you are, but it's just polite to ask for your name."

"You know me?"

"Well of course I do! Who doesn't? Kim Possible, world traveler, crime fighter, and one overall kiss ass chick. Very cool."

"Well... uh, thanks. You know, no big deal," Kim blushed and stammered. She felt like such a fool, but his easy smile practically melted all feeling in her.

Alan chuckled at her words and shook his head. "Oh no, I wouldn't show such modesty Ms. Possible. After all, how many girls in the world are cheerleaders, super heroes, and do both while looking as gorgeous as you? No Kim, you are extraordinary and modesty is not needed." A buzzer sounded signaling that the match would start in five minutes and the players were needed on court. "Well Kim, can I leave my bag and phone with you during the match? Of course if I happen to have an extra number in my phone when I got it back, I would probably have to use it," With that, Alan winked and walked to the center platform.

Kim stared down at the phone left in her hands before Ann retook her seat that Alan had just vacated. "Sweetie, if you don't put your number in that phone, I will for you."

"Mom?"

"Oh hush Kimmie. That was a smooth talker if I have ever met one. If he gets your brother that aggravated about him, there's got to be something good that you could find out. It's not like you even have to go out with him if you don't want to," Ann smiled at the end. It didn't take much longer for Kim to add her number and carefully place the phone back in Alan's bag while sporting a massive blush. Ann just smirked at her as the two boys took their place, waiting for their turn.

Harry was a bit eager to face Alan after so long and it showed as the judge signaled the start for the point. He lunged forward, trying to surprise Alan and get a quick point, but the plan backfired as Alan was able to knock the blade away and get his own point. Shaking his head at that failed strategy, Harry returned to the starting position and got ready again. Harry once again went on the offensive quickly, but he was not reckless this time. He was able to push Alan back, but he put too much effort in one of his shuffles and it broke his rhythm enough that Alan was able to score another point. It wasn't looking good for Harry as Alan won the next three points without too much trouble. Harry's coach quickly called a time out.

"What are you doing Harry?" His coach asked. "This isn't you. Since when do you go on the attack and not give your opponent a chance to? Get your head in the game since this is the last tournament you'll be with us for a few months! Now get out there and stab him!"

Harry walked out with his coach's word in his head. He had always been a reactive type of fencer and had thrown that strategy out as soon as he had stepped onto the mat, Harry's whole demeanor changed before placing his mask on. Alan saw the change and quirked an eyebrow before smiling. It seems, he thought to himself as he placed his own mask back on, that things are about to get interesting. Indeed, it seemed that Harry was another dueler as he scored three points before Alan was able to adjust. Harry was able to score a few more points, but it was too little too late as Alan took the match and the tournament.

Alan took off the mask and smiled as Harry did the same. "And that is what I remember from our last match! I was worried that you had stagnated there for a minute Harrikins."

The nickname irked Harry, but still he smiled. "It was a good match wasn't it? I'll be ready for you when the real tournaments start."

"If you say so. I just hope you don't choke as much when we meet in soccer. I'll see you Harry." What he did next made Harry's blood pressure rise. "Ah thank you Kim, for watching over my things for me. I hope I can see you again soon and talk to you even sooner." He kissed her hand in goodbye and then left the arena with the rest of his team. With Kim's rosy cheeks and his mom's amused looks, Harry grumbled the entire way home. It got even worse when Kim began texting and Harry saw who it was from. The world did not like Harry today.

A/N: This is a short chapter, but I thought it was pretty fun. I know that I said Harry played tennis, but as I was writing, I discovered that it is very hard to write for it. Also, I apologize for not describing Alan that much, but I was curious if he would be accepted and how much more you guys wanted to see him. If he's really popular, I'll move him to Middleton and really screw with Harry.

I had written half of a chapter before I decided to write this one first, so you may get another chapter before the end of this weekend. Let me know if you have any suggestions or anything you want to see. Until next time!