A/N: Hi there! Well this is my first Kickin' It fanfic, and I hope you guys enjoy it. This came to me out of nowhere and took me nearly three days to actually work up the patience to sit at my computer and type. My writers block has been acting strange lately so I'm hoping I can get this done in a shorter time than I got my last fic done. Be a dear and tell me what you think once you're done.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Kickin' It, although with stories like these, I doubt it'd be good if I did.

Pointless Labels for Touching Stories

Shower floors were always too cold; didn't anyone ever think of installing a floor heater? It was ridiculous, how could her face ever accustom to such an icy surface? Why did she have to get accustomed anyway? Her head throbbed with each pound of her heart, her body felt so cold and she only then realized she lay in a puddle of water. What happened?

She heard someone scream something, and her chest ached, she recognized that voice. Somewhere in the back of her mind she urged herself to stand, to cover her naked body, to stand and fight, but she couldn't find her arms, couldn't find her voice, she could barely see. What was she looking at? She told herself to focus, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, she recognized those eyes, the eyes of her best friend.

Jack.

He was fighting with someone, who was it? Was it Frank? The answer crashed beside her after a second and she inhaled sharply. Yes, it was Frank she'd recognize that curly hair anywhere and it seemed that would be the only way anyone would be able to identify him for a while, his face was covered in blood. Who'd done that? Jack? Why?

She tried to speak, tried to say anything but her throat burned, and with every inhale the pain seemed to worsen. She heard more voices around them, and someone shouted her name, but she couldn't focus, she felt so weak. She closed her eyes, trying to make all the pain disappear, but it was all in vain.

Her eyes snapped open when she was suddenly moved, yanked into a warm chest and strong arms. She'd felt those arms before, she knew them before she saw his face.

Jack.

He draped something over her, something warm and she was thankful, even more so when he lifted her body completely off the ground and laid her across his lap, her legs dangling over one of his.

"Kim," he whispered, his voice was soft, softer than she'd ever heard it, and the look in his eyes made her eyes tear. He opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off

"I think you killed him." Jerry sighed and Jack grunted, his arms tightening around Kim as two teachers rushed into the showers, shouting.

Kim stared at Jack, the way his handsome face scowled at the teachers who tried to clean Frank up. His arms held her tight, setting fire to her already aching ribs, but she didn't care, she just wanted him to look at her. Just one more glance, like the one before, just one more to see if her heart would stop hurting.

"What happened here Brewer?" one of the teachers asked. He was in his late forties, with white stubble around his chin and a beer belly. Mr. Asgard, Jack knew him, he was his economics teacher. His eyes fell on Kim and widened slightly before turning back to Jack. "Get her out of here." He said quickly, motioning for Mr. Serrano –the gym teacher who'd walked in with him– to help him.

Jack shook his head as the man stood, motioning for him to stay with Frank, he was scared he'd hurt him too if he tried to get Kim away from him.

Said girl coughed dryly, dragging Jacks attention back to her. She was pale, her normally bright eyes were clouded with confusion and he wanted so bad to hit someone –preferably Frank –again.

"Kim," he whispered again, there was so much he wanted to ask her. What the hell had Frank done to her? Had he touched her? Had he been too late and unable to protect her?

Mikka had been the one who'd run up to him after gym class, pulling him towards the girls locker room, screaming about Kim being in trouble. He'd only needed to hear her name to break into a run. He'd nearly lost his mind when he walked in and saw her on the floor, wet blond hair clinging to her naked shoulders and Frank standing over her, staring down with a lecherous gleam in his eyes.

Nobody could blame him for beating the basterd to a pulp.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, running his hand over her forehead and smoothing away her tangled locks. She opened her mouth to speak but the only thing that left her throat was a pained croak. His jaw tightened and he had to force himself to remain calm.

Her hand rose slowly, shaking with uncertainty, to his face and he held it to his cheek as her lip quivered.

She was so scared, she couldn't think through the haze and the pain, and she simply wanted to sleep, but Jack's eyes, his tortured brown eyes forced her to stay awake. She wanted to assure him she was fine, though she had no idea if she truly was, so she forced her body to move, her hand touching his eyes seemed to calm as he held it in place.

"It'll be alright." He whispered, pressing an inconspicuous kiss to the palm of her hand. "It'll be alright Kim." He said tightening whatever it was he'd draped over her and looking up before standing, holding her to his chest like he would a bride.

He took a step forward, towards the doors, the rocking motion of his stride making Kim dizzy. Her hand, which he'd tucked underneath the mock blanket, found purchase on the fabric of his shirt, which clung to his midsection due to the water it'd absorbed from her body, and she held on, tight.

She wanted to speak, to thank him, to ask him what was happening, but her throat seemed to protest any sort of dialogue. Instead, she clung to him, her eyes falling shut as unconsciousness beckoned her.

"Jack." Was the only word she could utter before she fell into darkness.

A/N: Well there it is! I hope you guys liked it, are you wondering what's going on! Me too! Don't worry, sometimes my mind just comes up with things and my hands try to type as fast as possible. Hope I didn't freak anybody out, but please drop a review and tell me what you think. Love ya!