Ok, first of all. Anonymous reviewer I win? I want to tell you something:
YOU SUCK.
Now, before any of you say i'm hating on a random stranger, I actually know I win personally. We stand at the same bus stop, we go to the same middle school, and we have 5-6 classes together depending on the day (if you include NBI as a class). So, yeah. Continuing with my message to I win.
YOU LITTLE MIDGET (even though he's a half a centemeter taller than me)! BLARGGGGG! HOW DARE YOU... I DON'T EVEN... BLARG! YOU SUCK! But I WILL NOT say it in front of all my other reviewers, so don't even think that you can get me to. Your oneshot, by the way? It's gonna be a crackfic. You can garuntee that. Mmmmm... yeah, you're probably gonna read this, so i shall include: How's Kevin? Haven't seen him in a while... *gasp* DID YOU KILL HIM?! You're always talking about how you want to. Aww, Kevin's a sweet kid. Why'd you do it? B-D (smiley face w/ glasses. Betcha didn't realize that, HUH? 'Cause you're so stooopeeeed.)
To all my other reviewers, if you and a friend have read the book Pathfinder by Orson Scott Card, then play this game: Every time you can get your friend to say 'shut up', then you win. Vise versa, and he/she wins. (That's why I win's name is 'I win'.) It's just like the thing between Rigg and his father.
Another thing: Last chapter, Jack's dad said to say that him and his grandparents love him, but when he told Kim, and Kim told Kiara, i didn't include the grandparents. So, i fixed that.
ALSO, I forgot to mention this: Clockwork, the guy that Jack's grandpa was talking about? Yeah, he's a Danny Phantom reference. :)
Wait, there's one more thing(i can't believe i forgot to mention this):
THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY!
No, I'm not abandoning it, this is the actual last chapter of this story. But never fear!There WILL be a sequel, because you guys may have foregotten that Greg is still on the loose!
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Ok, I'm done boring you, but I will rant about how awesome the people who review are at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It. But, if my... friend, I win ever owned Kickin' It, the world (in the show) would probably blow up in, like, every episode.
Kim's POV
I open my eyes as sunlight streams in through Jack's window. I sit up, momentarily confused about why I'm not in my own room, but then I remember that I spent the night here last night.
I get out of the bed. Mrs. Anderson didn't need to stop by my house last night since, because, since I stay here so often, I have an overnight bag in Jack's closet. I go and get the overnight bag, grabbing the toothbrush and the hairbrush out of it. I get ready as if it was a normal school day. Even though it's not, I still have to go.
I walk downstairs, suddenly remembering that my bookbag is at home. But for some reason, it's sitting next to the front door. I shrug, walking through the living room to get to the kitchen. As I do so, I spot Kiara and Mrs. Anderson on a couch looking at one of their family albums. I smile at the sight of the two reconnecting after so long.
I make my way over to the kitchen and grab a box of 'Captain Crunch' out of a cupboard. I open the fridge and grab the half-full gallon jug of milk. I open a drawer and get a spoon, sitting down at the kitchen table.
After finishing my breakfast, I walk back into the living room and glance at the clock. 7:36. About ten minutes before the bus gets here. I stroll back upstairs, past the pair who are now watching home videos.
I walk into Jack's room, looking around. He had said something about a stuffed animal…
There! I spot it sitting on his computer desk. I go over and pick it up. Next to it is an open notebook (this notebook, as it turns out, will be very important in the near future) that has Jack's surprisingly neat handwriting (I have no idea how his handwriting is so… so… good! That's the only way I can describe it. It makes me jealous, and I don't get jealous about many things.) scrawled in it. I go over and pick the stuffed animal up.
'Aww, it's so cute.' I think, despite myself. I stand there for a few minutes, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice a small light blue piece of paper sticking out of a drawer in Jack's computer desk. I curiously pick it up.
Your friends are concerned,
How sweet of them!
If you want them to stay alive,
Keep your lips shut then.
P.S. ACCEPT KIM'S APOLOGY.
I stare at it, mouth agape. 'That's why he wouldn't tell me what was wrong at the carnival?' I wonder, thinking back to those days that Jack was getting the notes. His emotions were all over the place because of them. I was gonna ask him about them on that Friday, but I never got a chance.
'He really does care about me.' I think. Tears come to my eyes. I know something had happened on that Friday that Jack stayed at the dojo by himself, but I don't know what. Now, I'm pretty sure it had something to do with Ty and the Black Dragons. Knowing Ty and his (usually failing) plots, he had probably used the notes to rile Jack up just enough so that he'd have to take his anger out on the dummies.
Alone.
My guess is that he had some people go and take Jack out. As for the color of the notes… hmm. Maybe they were leading up to red to symbolize something bad happening? I don't know.
I suddenly remember school. Worriedly glancing at the time, I see that I only have one minute left. I run down the stairs, calling out a good-bye to Mrs. Anderson and her daughter. Before I can get out the door, though, Mrs. Anderson offers to take me to school in her car. I pause. 'Do I want to go on the bus?'
I decide no, and I close the door and walk over to the living room. "Thanks, Mrs. Anderson."
"Don't mention it, sweetie."
Kiara looks at us curiously. "What are you talking about?" she asks me.
"How I'm gonna get to school," I reply nonchalantly. She tilts her head slightly in confusion.
"You know. School. The torture-hole where you have to listen to those boring—" I pause at the look that Mrs. Anderson's giving me. "— I mean… those wonderful teachers make you learn and take tests and all this stuff that will set you up for your future?" Mrs. Anderson nods approvingly at my description, but Kiara just looks more confused.
"Don't you mean Learning Time With Teacher Ty?"
I stare at her in shock, while Mrs. Anderson mutters something and tries to hide the dark look on her face. If I didn't know any better, I would think that I just heard something about killing Ty and burying him with textbooks full of the learning standards. Or maybe it was surgically implanting textbooks full of the learning standards into his brain. I'm not sure.
'So that's where Jack gets his anger-driven plots from.'
"Umm, Mrs. A, could you excuse us for a sec?" I ask Mrs. Anderson nervously, as a few more seconds go by and her mouth is taken over by an evil smile (I sometimes, but rarely ever, see this expression on Jack's face) that I hope to never see again on this kind woman's face.
At the Seaford Jail, Tyler Griffith gets a sudden fear of textbooks with learning material in them.
"Bye Mrs. Anderson, bye Kiara," I say to the pair as I close the car door behind me. They reply with their farewells and Jack's mother drives away. After Kiara and I walked out of the room back at the house, she called someone on her phone. I let her cool down a bit, like I sometimes do with Jack, then Kiara and I come back in just as she finished a call. She had a small (but less evil and more pleasant) smile on her face.
The same smile that Jack normally has after he gets revenge.
This made me (and Kiara, after I told her about Jack's (and also apparently Mrs. Anderson's) dangerous anger) very nervous, but we didn't say anything.
As soon as I walk into the school, Milton, Jerry, and Eddie are by my side. No words are exchanged, but we all know one thing:
This is gonna be a long school day.
No POV
Delilah White sighs as she plops down on a chair in the break room. The young nurse is pretty tired after four hours straight of non-stop scurrying from room to room, carrying out the patients' needs and doing her job. Whether it's delivering food, passing on cards from worrying families and concerned friends, reapplying bandages, or whatever it is, she has to do it. This is the first time she's been able to sit down for a long while, and when her lunch-break ends it's back to work.
The door to the break room opens, and Delilah's best friend Summer Winters walks in. Delilah smiles; whenever she sees her friend, she's always reminded of the girl's unique contrasting first and last names.
"Hey, Del," Summer greets, sitting down across from the tired Delilah and turning on the small TV located in the corner of the ceiling in the room.
"Hi, Summer," Delilah says. She mentally contemplates about weather or not she could use her foot to open the fridge and retrieve her lunch so she wouldn't have to get up.
"Long day so far?" Summer asks, while changing the channel to her and Delilah's favorite show, World's Dumbest. The redhead looks at her friend in sympathy.
"Yup," Delilah replies tiredly. "Room after room after room after room!" She finishes her sentence with a dramatic flourish of her hands, sighing as she realizes her foot can't make it to the fridge.
Summer nods in agreement. Delilah, instead of giving up, rolls her chair over to the fridge and grabs her and Summer's lunches, then rolls back to the table. Summer thanks her raven-haired friend, and together they spend their lunch break laughing at those idiots. (Criminals, if you want to be specific)They laughed some more when a commercial came on playing "Hey There Delilah" in the background.
"Lunch break is over," Delilah announces with a sigh, as she throws away the trash from her meal and stands up. Summer does the same.
"Yeah. See you later, Del," Summer says, smiling at her friend and walking out of the room with Delilah following.
"Ok," Delilah calls over her shoulder as they part ways.
'Ok, what to do now…' Delilah thinks. She reviews what her tasks are.
'Oh yeah, I had to redress the injuries of the patient in 316, as well as replacing his IVs.'
Delilah walks down the familiar halls of the hospital until she gets to the closet that holds the IVs drip things. She takes the two that she needs out and then walks to her destination. Dressing and/or redressing wounds is not her favorite part of her job. Seeing the gruesome injuries and wounds… it makes her shudder just to think about them. But, once again, she has to do it.
She arrives at the room. Lying on the bed is a brown-haired teenager with a bandage around the middle of his torso. Bruises litter the visible part of his chest. She sighs.
It's always the younger patients that get to her.
She replaces his almost empty drip bags with the full ones she just brought. As she's changing his bandages, she notices that his heartbeat rate has risen a bit since she came in, and he's breathing a little faster. Frowning, she looks at his clipboard then goes to tell his doctor.
Kim's POV
I walk out of the school with Milton, Eddie, and Jerry. All of us are thankful that the long school day is over. It felt so weird, not having Jack by my side in any of my classes.
I start to walk to the bus with the guys, but then I notice Mrs. Anderson's parked car out of the corner of my eye. Puzzled, I walk over.
"Mrs. Anderson?" I ask, bending down slightly so I could talk to her through the open window. The guys are standing a few feet behind me. "Kiara? What are you guys doing here?"
"Waiting for you four," she says with a worried look on her face. That can only mean one thing:
Something's wrong with Jack.
We pile into the backseat without a word. Mrs. Anderson starts the engine and speeds off to the hospital.
30 minutes later (The following scene has two different scenes going on at once; Jack's internal fight with the poison, and Kim sitting by Jack's beside. It will be switching back and forth between the two, so they will be separated by a series of letters (abc).)
We run into the hospital. Mrs. Anderson spots Jack's doctor waiting by the front desk.
"Has he gotten any better?" the frantic mother asks. On the way to the hospital, she had filled us in. Jack's heartbeat had sped up, and he's breathing heavily. The doctors can only blame it on the poison, but they can't figure out what's going on. The doctor shakes her head.
"No, it seems like he's only worsened. It's as if the poison is making a comeback or something."
Without even thinking, I run off towards Jack's room. I hear the doctor call after me, but Mrs. Anderson stops her. I mentally thank the woman, before concentrating on where I'm going. My sneakers pound loudly against the tiled hallway floor.
'310… 312… 314… 316!' I skid to a stop in front of Jack's room. Taking a deep breath, I walk in.
Jack looks exactly like I imagined him; pale and breathing hard, but fighting. I go over and sit in the chair I was in yesterday, grabbing his hand and squeezing tight.
'Come on, Jack. You can beat this.'
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"Gah!" I gasp, as he flips me and my back meets the floor—hard. 'Poison' smirks.
"What? Weak little Jackrabbit can't even put up a fight?" he sneers. Growling, I slowly stand back up.
"Ha!" I aim a kick at his head. He easily dodges, throwing a punch at me in retaliation. I manage to dodge it by a hair, but my bruises and tired muscles complain loudly.
I'm not sure I can keep this up much longer.
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He lets out a small gasp. I can tell he's trying so hard…
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I grunt as he slams me against a wall, pinning me there. I glare at him, unable to move. He smirks back at me.
"Hmm… I don't think this is fair…" he says. Suddenly, instead of a grown man, there is a teen standing in front of me.
Another version of me.
But he has black hair and dark red eyes. He knees me in the stomach and steps back, letting me go. I collapse onto my hands and knees, clutching at my stomach and panting. He squats down in front of me, lifting my chin up with a cold finger. "Why don't you just give up, Jack?" The room around us turns dark, as if a black cloud had been released. "Succumb to the darkness, Jack. It'll be so much easier." The darkness comes closer, beckoning, inviting. I feel my will slipping away.
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The rapid beeping of the heart monitor had now changed to slower, still-not-normal beeps. I look up at it fearfully, dreading the flat line that is sure to come if Jack doesn't recover. I turn my attention back to Jack.
"Jack, please. Fight it! You can't die. I—" My voice breaks. "—I need you."
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I freeze as I hear Kim's voice. It sounds so sad, so broken.
'I have to beat this guy. For Kim.'
A new-found determination runs through me. I stand up, and the darkness recedes to the corners of the room. Poison smirks.
"Aww, little Jackrabbit wants to fight for his girlfriend. How pathetic." He gets into a defensive stance. "Whatever. I can do this all day."
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The slow beeping of the heart monitor goes back to its previous rate. I smile, but only briefly. This is only a small victory. Jack's heartbeat still has to go back to normal, and he still has to wake up.
"Come on, Jack. If you don't wake up, I'm gonna kill you."
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With Kim's encouragements driving me on, I feel like I can do anything. I ignore my injuries and feign a kick at his side, punching him in the stomach at the last second. I take advantage of his surprise and aim a kick at his chest. He stumbles backward, but manages to regain his balance. I smirk. I'm gonna take this guy down.
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I smile as Jack smirks a little. The familiar facial expression reminds me that Jack is strong.
"You can do this, Jack."
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'Uh oh' I think, as Poison suddenly whips out a knife.
"I can't believe it's come to this, Jack. But you've left me with no choice."
"No choice?! How about leaving me alone?!"
He snorts. "I can't 'leave you alone', ya idiot! I'm in your bloodstream! I'm just an image your brain conjured up to represent me. This knife is just a representation of the 'poison' stepping it up a notch."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. Just come on. I have a special girl to wake up for."
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I sigh, moving the chair closer to Jack's head and running my fingers through his soft hair. Suddenly, the chorus of a song pops into my head. I start singing it softly under my breath.
"I have died everyday,
Waiting for you.
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a,
Thousand years.
I'll love you for a,
Thousand more."
I feel a tear slide down my cheek. "Fight it, Jack."
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I am finally gaining the upper hand. I kick the knife out of his hand. He clutches the hand in pain, cursing under his breath. He lunges for the knife, but it disappears. His eyes widen.
"No!"
I smirk. "Not so tough anymore, are you?"
He steps toward me menacingly, but then trips and falls flat on his face.
He doesn't get back up.
Instead, he turns into a bunch of black mist and fades out of existence. I smile tiredly, groaning and sinking to my knees as the pain from my injuries finally catches up to me. I fall forward, onto the ground.
"I won, Kim…"
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His breathing slows. His heartrate goes back to that of a normal sleeping person. I beam. He did it.
He won.
I just wish he would wake up now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the fact that the poison didn't kill him, but still…
"Kim?"
My head snaps up. Jack's half-lidded brown eyes stare back at me sleepily.
"Jack!"
He tries to sit up, but fails and falls back against the pillows. He sighs.
"Don't worry, Jack. You'll be out of this hospital bed soon."
He turns his gaze to the ceiling. "Thanks."
I'm puzzled. "For what?"
He looks back at me. "If it wasn't for you, I don't think I would have been able to fight that poison off. You know, when you were talking... and singing."
I blush slightly. "Oh… you heard that?"
He grins. "Is that not what I just said?"
We both laugh a little, before he winces at the pain of his injury. Right at that moment, the doctor and the others walk in. Rudy is with them. I briefly wonder what they were doing this whole time, but I push the thought to the back of my mind. That's not what's important right now.
"Jack! You're awake! How are you feeling?" the doctor asks.
"I dunno. All right, I guess."
"Ok, you're gonna need to stay here for a few more hours while we take some tests to make sure you're completely fine, but otherwise you should be able to leave later today."
Jack nods. His mom comes over and fawns over him, while the other guys and Kiara just kinda wait their turn. I grin, just sitting there and enjoying the happiness of this situation.
It's gonna be all right.
Jack's POV
"Home, sweet home," I murmur under my breath as I walk into my room, looking around. The familiar setting calms me. A flash of light outside the window catches my eye. I stride over to the window, and see that it's just sunlight reflecting off of a passing car. 'The sun's gonna set soon.' I think. But for some reason, I still feel like something's wrong.
'My necklace' I realize. I touch the spot on my neck where the blue-green orb usually rests, feeling unusually empty without it. 'I'll ask Kim about it later.'
I hear footsteps behind me and turn around. Kim is standing there, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey, Kim," I say, as she walks over and stands next to me.
"Hey, Jack."
We stand in silence for a while, gazing at the setting sun. "Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"I really, really like the color purple right now."
I stare at her, "Why would you bring that up out of no…where…?"
Kim's POV
His trails off as he realizes what I'm talking about. I smile shyly. He smiles back at me and steps forward, placing his hands on my arms just below my elbows. His warm brown eyes slowly slide closed as he leans in. I close my eyes as well, anticipating what is sure to come.
The hands of time stop as our lips meet. The rest of the world melts away, fireworks replacing it. He rubs my arms slowly, up and down. I shiver a little, mentally smiling. He tilts his head slightly and deepens the kiss. His lips move slowly and urgently against mine. His hands move from my forearms to my waist, and he pulls me flush against him. This leaves me free to snake one hand to the back of his neck and the other to bury itself in his hair. I use my body weight to gently push him backwards until he's leaning against a wall.
The need for air finally becomes too great. I pull away for a second to regain my breath and let him do the same, before crashing my lips back onto his. I tug on his hair gently. He groans lowly in response. I repeat the action, wanting to provoke the same reaction. He does so without fail.
When we part, we're both breathing heavily. He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. With the orange rays of the sun shining on his face and highlighting just the right places, he looks absolutely godly.
"Kim?" he says after a while.
"Yeah?"
"I love you. So much."
I smile. "I love you too, Jack."
No POV
At the Seaford Jail, Ty Griffith becomes more and more afraid of textbooks for some strange reason, but he has no idea what brought this on.
The door to his cell opens. He looks up at the two people that entered the room.
"A Mr. Legrand is here to see you," the officer says gruffly as he comes over and handcuffs Ty's hands behind his back. Ty looks up at his visitor. Said man is lugging a large suitcase behind him.
"Abelino?!" he asks incredulously. Michelle Anderson's close friend smiles as the policeman walks out of the room. Ty knows the man because he kept trying to convince him to leave Michelle alone and let her live her life. Ty personally didn't like him very much.
"Yes, eet eez me Mr. Griffith," the large French man chirps happily, his accent shining through his speech. "Michelle says zat you 'ave no respect of ze learning standards for a growing student. So, she wants me to educate you in zis subject! In zis bag, I 'ave all of ze most recent textbooks for grades Pre-K through 10. Zis process will take several months, maybe even years, so I will be visiting you every day until you know zees books inside and out." He smiles as Ty pales.
'Someone help me!' Ty thinks pathetically, as Abelino sits down next to him and takes out a textbook that has to be over a thousand pages long.
Jack's POV
Later, Kim's dad comes and picks her up. Mom had already dropped the other guys off earlier, so now it's just her, Kiara and I at home. We're all sitting in the living room, just enjoying each other's company. At one point, Mom gets a call. I don't know what it was about, but as soon as I heard the words 'educational' and 'textbook', I pretty much blocked out her conversation. After the call, she looks strangely satisfied. As we go back to our silence, Kiara gazes out the glass doors that lead to the backyard porch.
"The sun is setting," she says absentmindedly.
Mom and I look at each other. Through some unspoken agreement, I go upstairs and get Amber and her pick. When I come back down, Kiara and mom are already sitting outside on the swinging bench that we have out there. I sit down on a chair not far from them so that I'll have plenty of elbow room. The first song that pops into my mind is Help by The Beatles. I start playing it, and Mom and Kiara start singing softly.
"When I was younger, so much younger than today…"
It's all over. Kiara's back. I'm safe. We're all safe. Dad and Grandma and Grandpa are all peacefully enjoying themselves wherever they are.
And I got to see Kim smile again.
No POV
In a log cabin, very far away, Greg Griffith swears his revenge...
Yay! Jack is awake! Everything's gonna be okay! The story's over! My ending was crappy! And, btw, the song that Kim sang was 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri.
Ok, I was looking at my reviews the other day, and I was like 'yay, I got 7 more reviews'. But then my mom called me to do something and I had to get up and do it. When i came back I looked at the number of reviews again and I was all like 'WOAH.' O.o
I had 212 reviews.
It wasn't until now that I really realized the sheer number of them, and for only 12 chapters too! I know this one story that has 70 chapters and 277 reviews. I'm not hating on that person or anything, but when you do the math, I'm actually getting a lot more reviews per chapter than that story that i will not name.
I really really REALLY appreciate the reviews from all of you (even, i regretablly admit, the ones from I win.) I'm not kidding you peoples (Yes, i realize i put a 's' at the end of 'peoples').
Thank you. =)
(12/29/12 edit: I just realized that anyone of French heritage that is reading this (you know,, with the whole Abelino thing) may feel insulted. I'm really sorry, I'm not trying to make fun of you guys.)
Bye for now,
-BP