A/N: Hey everyone, I've been playing with this idea for a while now. And now I finally have the guts to post it. It's my first full length story and I'm very nervous. It's rated T cause I'm paranoid.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin'It. Sadly.

Knight in shining armour? Right.

Jack's POV

Me and my, well friends are laughing and fooling around while we walked down this little path in the forest. My hesitation to call them friends comes from the fact that we're thief's. Yeah I don't need to doubt about that. Yeah I know it's wrong. But in my defence we usually steel small things, like bread or apples. Yet our boss, Cray, wants us to: "Think bigger than that, you no good little thief's ." Thank you very much. He wants us to be smart, think big. Become some kind of master thief.

I'm Jack Anderson and I'm, even if I say so myself, Cray's favourite…student. Yeah that's the right word. We're not taught to steel, we're taught to survive. At least that's what Cray keeps telling us. Yes, unlike my friends, for example Eddie or Jerry, I realize that what we're doing is wrong. But how are we supposed to survive otherwise? Plus the people we steel from have enough. They don't care about an apple less or more. Right? I keep telling myself, "sure, of course they don't care, they're stuck up rich people." Rich, yeah that's the key word.

All of the sudden we all freeze. We hear a horse. The sound of galloping. That's usually not good. See once in a while the men of the king come look for us. Sometimes they arrest one or two of Cray's students. We never see them back. In no time we're all in the bushes. Cray's not here, he stayed at camp. He's too lazy to come off his butt and help us. What? That he likes me does not mean I have to like him. I'm hiding in some bushes as a horse without rider comes around the corner. Without thinking, obviously, I jump forward. 'Woah.' I yell, waving my hands to make the horse stop. And to my surprise it actually stops, instead of running me over like I thought it would.

When it stops I can take a good look at it. Wow it's defiantly a fancy horse. I can see it by the bridle and saddle. It's very fancy, leather with silver flowers and curly things on it. I take it's reins as I take a good look at the horse itself. It doesn't seem hurt. I used to work with horses at my dad's stables, but they burned down. That's also the night my parents died. I don't want to talk about it. Anyway. The horse is large and muscled. It's also pitch black. With intelligent eyes and one little white spot on the head. It's beautiful.

'Jack are you crazy.' Eddie says, shocked and still in the bushes. 'Relax Eddie. I bet the owner will be very happy and generous if we bring it back. I mean look at the bridle only, it's worth more than we make- I mean steal in a month.' I smirk at him, happy with my own smartness. I slowly stroke the horses velvet nose. 'But what if the owner is the captain of- well let's see the king's guard?' Jerry askes me, convinced he has me. 'I run.' I say simply and I start walking the way the horse came from. Not surprised at all the others stay behind. Good, than the reward is mine.

As I turn the second corner I find the horses owner. To my surprise it's not some stuck up rich baron or lord. It's a girl. And she's very pretty. Blond straight hair. Big brown eyes. She looks about seventeen. I swallow as I see her clothes, almost as fancy as the horses bridle and saddle. I look at her necklace while I walk towards her, it's silver with a small diamond heart. What I would give for that necklace. What I could buy for that necklace. She notices us as we're about 20 meters away. I see a flicker of relief shoot over her face. Then her brown eyes narrow as she sees me.

O shoot. Please tell me she's not one of the girls I stole from before. No, I would remember her. Right I should explain that. Well the others don't always call me Jack, they also tend to call me "pretty boy". Just because fancy rich girls tend to fall in love with me. Like that's my fault. So yeah, I take advantage of that. Sorry. I'm so not sorry. She lets her critical brown eyes slide over my dark battered clothes and brown leather shoulder bag. There is some stolen stuff in there. She also seems to study my face. All of the sudden I fell very conscious about my shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes. But my stubbornness keeps me from avoiding her eyes.

I continue walking towards her as she makes her way towards me. As she comes closer I see that I'm about half a head taller than her. 'Is this horse yours?' I ask her, stroking the horses neck. 'Yes. She's mine.' She says, okay surely a lady or something. Fancy talk. To many words. 'She's beautiful.' I tell her before I can stop myself. She blushes slightly, like I called her beautiful. Which she is. 'I know, she's my favourite horse.' She says stepping forward brushing the mare over the forehead. The mare sniffs her hand and softly whinnies. 'What's her name?' I ask. She looks at me, like she wants to decide if she can trust me. Which she can't, I wouldn't trust me either. 'Calypso.' She says. 'Beautiful name for a beautiful horse.' I say.

The girls eyes flicker towards me. 'Do I know you?' She asks me out of nowhere and I tense. Do I know her? She seems familiar. 'What's your name?' She asks when I don't respond. Now I get suspicious. My name is usually not known when they look for me, but you never know what the king's spies can find out. Then I think of the fact that she's a girl a half a head smaller than me and that I'm a fast runner and good climber. 'Jack. How about you?' I tell her, leaving my last name behind. She seems to doubt a moment before saying: 'Kimberly.' Kimberly, that does sound familiar. I decide to drop it. For now.

I look at the mare again. 'What happened?' I ask, gesturing towards the horse. Kim, let's call her that, doesn't seem to be hurt. The only sign that something happened is the mud on her leather boots. 'Calypso is still young, a bird flew up and she pranced, I didn't expect it, but managed to land on my feet. By that time she was already gone though.' She explains. I nod. 'She doesn't seem hurt.' I tell her. She shakes her head agreeing with me. 'I'm surprised she let you catch her, she's usually not to fond of strangers.' Kim smiles at me. It's the first time I see her smile, and it changes her face completely. Her brown eyes light up and her blond hair looks like gold. For a second I'm almost mesmerized by her face. I snap out of it. Then it hits me, of course I recognize her, she's the princess! She's the princess, oops.

'I guess she likes me.' I smirk. Kim rolls her eyes at me and I laugh. All of the sudden I think of the guys. Shoot, they're at least going to think I got kidnapped. My eyes shoot to the trees, searching for a glimpse of one of the guys. 'Something wrong?' Kim asks me. Damn she's observant. 'My friends are waiting for me.' I say, conveniently forgetting to mention that they're more my fellow thief's then friends. 'Okay.' She says, and I turn around to leave when her voice stops me. 'Jack?' She says it like she's doubting if she wants me to stop. I turn around anyway and meet her brown eyes. 'Thank you very much, I would like to reward you in some way. Anything I can do for you?' She asks, insecure for the first time since I met her. This is the point where I'm supposed to hold up some tear drawing story about myself, even better mention my dead parents. Somehow I can't bring myself to it.

'I would be thankful for a good meal once.' I manage to say, while I give her a sad smile. Even though we don't have a lot of food, we're usually healthy and strong from, well, running from the king's guards and climbing trees trying to escape hungry wolfs, or revenge hungry shop owners. She starts fishing in one of the bags slung over the horses saddle, how hadn't I noticed them before? She fishes out a bread and a bag of apples. 'You can have these?' she says it like it's a question. I look from her to the food. She smiles at me and walks towards me handing me the bread. I smell the sent and I'm sold. It's still warm. I also take the bag of apples. I look up at her from under my lashes. 'Thank you.' She blushes. Than as I walk away I add: 'Kimmy.' I hear her scoff behind me, but I'm already gone. I smell the bread again before putting it in my bag. My eye falls on the silver bracelet that's in my bag. I slid it right of this rich lady's wrist as I kissed her hand. I'm famous for that kind of stuff.

Kim's POV.

Damn, why did Calypso have to pick this day to get scared by a bird. A bird for God's sake. I landed on my feet, I'm still not sure how I did that, but I did it. When I saw her running around the corner, my heart sunk. She was not only my favourite horse, she was also really valuable. My dad would be so pissed if I lost her. I was already thinking about what to tell my dad when I hear hooves. My head shoots up and a flash of relieve shoots over my face. Then I look at the boy holding her. And my eyes narrow.

He's my age, about seventeen. His clothes are battered and seem very old. He has a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes are deep chocolate brown and his hair is shaggy and also a deep shade of brown. His jaw line is strong and you can see he has no problem finding girls that like him, and I honestly can't blame them. There's something though that makes alarm bells go off in my head. Maybe it's the look in his eyes. He seems like the kind of guy who seems innocent but notices everything that happens around him and that knows how to take advantage of it.

He asks me if the horse is mine. His voice is strong and he sounds like a leader. 'Yes she's mine', I answer. I'm still looking at him, excuse me but he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to bring back such a valuable horse without even so much checking the saddle bags. 'She's beautiful.' He says, he's still holding her reins. I blush, why am I blushing? He didn't call me beautiful. I decide to focus on the horse instead of his chocolate brown eyes. Those brown eyes, I swear I know them from somewhere. After some more back and forward about Calypso, in which he finds out her name.

'Do I know you?' I ask, kind of unexpected, I know. He tenses. Maybe I was right and is something off about him. He doesn't respond so I ask him a different question. 'What's your name?' I decide to ask, he seems to doubt but then tells me his name is Jack. No last name. He asks me about my name and I doubt to. What if he makes the link? Well we'll see. 'Kimberly.' I tell him. He asks me what happened and I explain. I also wonder out loud on why she would let him capture her. She's usually not to fond of strangers. I smile at him. 'I guess she likes me.' He smirks, and I roll my eyes, which is, I got to say, very unlike me.

Then he seems to realize something and looks around like he's suspecting people to jump out of the trees. 'Something wrong?' I ask him. I seem to startle him with my question. 'My friends are waiting for me.' He explains, he seems to hesitate slightly at the word "friend" . But I drop it. For now. He turns around to walk away, but I stop him. 'Jack?' I doubt if I want him to stop cause I'm not exactly sure how to say what I want to say, but he turns around. So I stutter something about thanking him and wanting to reward him.

He gives me a sad smile when he tells me he would be thankful for a good meal. I can't imagine what that must feel like, I've never had any shortcoming in my life. Then I remember the bread and apples in my bag. I take them out and a bit hesitantly give them to him. 'You can have these?' I more ask than say. I see him involuntarily smell the scent of the still warm bread and he takes it. Then he looks up at me from under his lashes and I'm momentarily stunned by his eyes, that now look more like melted chocolate. 'Thank you.' His voice is soft and warm, I blush. When he walks away I hear him add. 'Kimmy.' I scoff, but he's already walking away. I turn to Calypso. 'Tell me girl, where do I know him from?' I ask her and she tilts her head looking at me with her intelligent brown eyes. I laugh softly and go to stand at her side and climb on her back again. Here goes nothing, I think as I ride home to face my father, I should have been home about thirty minutes ago.