(A/N: Okay, so I've been meaning to do this story for quite some time now. Ask Makokam if you don't believe me. Anyway, how this story came about. Makokam was telling me about the story that would eventually become "Toxic" and it really intrigued me and when he finally did it, I thought it was awesome but was all, "Hey, M-Dawg, cuz that's what I call him,(I've never actually called him that), that was a kick ass story, no pun intended, but it just felt like an appetizer, I'd love to get more info on what exactly happened in it." To which he said, go ahead, dude, do it. You've got my blessing. And I was all…wait…what? No I meant for you to…wait, what?

And then I thought about it, and thought…Hells yeah, you know what, M-Dawg, cuz that's what I call him(seriously, I have never called him that in my life), I'm totally going to do that. And he gave me an outline of what he intended for the story, and it was game on, motherfuckers…and then I got a second job, and my free time went down faster than a cheap hooker with a 20. However, I do hope you enjoy this extension to Makokam's story, and I swear I'll be doing the chapters as fast as possible. Feel free to review me positively or negatively, or to call me on it if my continuity's off. I'm trying really to keep the continuity within the first 50 chapters of "Precocious Crush", but as I've read all of it posted, to date, that's kind of tricky sometimes.

For those who are unfamiliar with Makokam's work...seriously?...You're not? And you're reading Dave/Mindy fanfiction? Honestly? Anyway, I'll try to make this accessibly to everyone, but I'm assuming anyone who reads this has already read at least PC. If you haven't, this story is based on his story "Toxic" which is an alternate version of PC after chapter 50.)

Life sucked. Not to say that Mindy McCready was exactly a pessimist. In fact, she saw herself as more of a realist. Life is what you made of it and all of that, but currently, for her, life sucked balls. She knew she was just having a pity party and that wasn't helping anything, but she couldn't see what else she could do to change her current situation. The facts. Marcus had banned her from being Hit Girl. She wasn't happy with that, but she could deal. It turned out that her best friend, Dave, who she'd been training recently, had been superheroing behind her back, and was caught on tape returning as Kick Ass. She was furious about that, she was furious on so many fucking levels…but she could deal. Marcus grounded her when he found a small arsenal hidden in her bedroom. Fine, most people would have given her a much harsher punishment than that, and possibly some therapy. Irritating, but she could deal. Marcus banned her from seeing Dave outside of school. That fucking sucked, but…if pressured, she could deal. Marcus put out a restraining order on Dave so that she couldn't even see him at school. What…the…FUCK?!

She was trying to be an adult, and just suck up her punishment, but it…it just wasn't fair. How could Marcus not get that? He seemed genuinely confused that she just started to…shut down. She felt trapped, claustrophobic. Only it wasn't her room she was trapped in, it was…the Mindy that she had to pretend to be for everyone else, everyone but Dave. With Dave she could be herself and wouldn't have to worry about people being scared of her, or thinking she's crazy. The look Marcus had given her on their most recent conversation about this, flashed in her mind. She gave him a flash of the real her, just a flash out of frustration, and he couldn't handle it. He wanted the…act…Hell, he wanted a normal little girl who wanted ponies and wore fucking…pink bows and shit. That wasn't her.

Mindy suddenly got out of her bed and grabbed her backpack out the closet and started putting her stuff in it. Fuck Marcus. He was doing fine without her and he'd be fine if she left. Mindy was able to pack her bag almost on autopilot. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. This wasn't even the tenth time she'd done this. She'd packed and unpacked that damn bag so often, she'd lost count. She'd get all the things she needed, be completely ready to go, then she'd think about it…and then unpack her bag and sulk in the bed. Marcus loved her, and she knew that. He was overreacting because he was worried about her, when it came down to it. Sighing, Mindy started unpacking her bag again.

It didn't help that there wasn't much she actually needed. That was the whole point of the safehouses. The only things she even packed were sentimental. Her journal, a few clothes she really liked, a couple comics, a few photos, things like that. She knew where all of it was, so she was packing now within 5 minutes or less. It was just becoming tedious now. When she packed, there was that voice in the back of her head telling her she'd be putting all that shit right back where it was in a couple minutes. But for those few minutes when she was going to leave, she felt…free. That freedom was probably the reason she continued to do it…that and the hope that she was going to go through with it this time.

Flopping on the bed, Mindy let out a frustrated yell. She missed Dave. She was still incredibly pissed at him, of course. If he'd just come clean with her, she'd have pointed out that he should have just kept being the fucking Samaritan, because the moment he went out dressed as Kick Ass, the shit would hit the fan. Yeah, she'd have been a little jealous that he was in costume and she wasn't, but she'd have still been able to see him. Even if Marcus had found out eventually, they'd have had the proof that he was a hero for awhile and she wasn't…it would have been something, but Dave was a dumbass and fucked it all up…but she still missed him…she missed him so much… She'd have even taken not seeing Dave while she was grounded… she wouldn't have been happy, but she could have dealt with it. But now everything was just…life sucked…

Mindy looked around the room, just to find something to distract her. There was that book Marcus got her, but she was refusing to read that out of principle. A box by the closet caught her attention and she immediately sat up. She knew what was in that box and she was in awe that she'd never packed it. If she had run from home, even if Marcus had every cop in the city looking for her, she'd have to break in there and get what was in that box. Getting it, she sat back down and opened it. Inside, was Dave's Christmas present to her. A small statue that Dave had fashioned to look like Big Daddy. It was funny that he was so self conscious when he gave it to her, and it was quite possibly the most thoughtful gift she'd ever been given in her life. If she could, she would have placed it more prominently in her room, but it raised too many questions so she had to hide it. Her fingers traced over it, knowing that it took Dave who knows how long to make that Batman figure look like her father. Mindy felt the tears in her eyes starting to form almost immediately.

'No Mindy! No! You're not going to fucking do this! You're fucking Hit Girl! You're not going to go full pussy like this and cry your eyes out, clutching a doll!' Mindy chided herself, unfortunately that's exactly what she was doing. She couldn't stop the tears from falling, and she couldn't stop the strained sobs from escaping her throat. She couldn't stop her body from practically vibrating with the effort she was putting into it. She felt completely and utterly broken, lost in her misery.

It wasn't fair. There were two people on this planet who got her and fully accepted her for who she was. One was dead, and she wasn't allowed to see the other one anymore. The figurine she was holding to like a lifeline was her connection between the two. Eventually, she stopped fighting it and just let it take her. She was never more glad that Marcus was going to be late home, tonight. She was alone and at the moment that's what she wanted as she pretty much drenched her pillow in tears, letting out noises that barely sounded human.

Mindy had no clue how long she'd cried for. She might have fallen asleep for all she knew, but she was facing the shelf by her bed. One of the things on it, stood out against everything else in her room. It was the MovieStar Make-Over Sasha doll that Marcus had gotten her. She'd made the mistake of making the same joke with Marcus that she made with her father, when asked what she wanted. Marcus' reaction was so over the top happy, that she assumed that he got the joke and she went along with it, trying to be more excited than he was. She's still not sure if he got that she didn't really want it. He just…he just didn't get her. Mindy blinked as she looked at the doll on her shelf, and then to the one held tight in her arms. They couldn't be more different, but it was what they represented that cleared Mindy's mind for the first time in awhile. She wiped what was left of the tears from her eyes, and went to the bathroom to make sure she didn't look like she'd been crying.

After that, she packed her bag again, three minutes this time, and put the figurine back in its box and into the bag with everything else. With one last look around her room, Mindy jumped out of the window and inhaled her first breath of truly free air since Marcus found out about the Kick Ass video. Mindy felt different now. She felt…well…she felt like Hit Girl. Sure, she wasn't wearing the costume, but that was the only thing missing…and one way or another, it wouldn't be missing for long. Her entire body tensed with excitement as she went over the plan she'd just made in her head one more time. She wanted to go straight to Dave's, but she'd underestimated Marcus once and lived to regret it. If there was the possibility that someone was following her, she was going to lead them on a merry chase first…and then she'd find Dave. They had a lot to talk about.