Coming to Terms


A/N: Hey there! Well, this is my first Kung Fu Panda fic. So, after the second movie, I was thinking about the Po/Tigress interaction that went on in there and I wondered what they were playing at. Maybe the directors were just developing a strong friendship, or maybe they were trying a romance angle. And I couldn't understand how the latter would ever work. They're a different species, after all. (Imagine what their kids would look like. Yeesh! And that's if by some medical miracle they had kids at all.)

But I did see a spark, and I thought about writing this little story. I don't know whether to continue it or not. I guess I'll judge by the number of reviews I get.

I'm a little rusty on the details. And though I'll try my level best to get them right, please correct me if I don't.

That's it from me!

Happy reading.


I know it's wrong to feel like this. It would never work. And it's hard to believe I didn't even like him before…Now he's like a drug. I know how I sound. Pathetic? Like a silly love-sick teenage girl. I'm a Kung Fu master for crying out loud. I should know better. But it's hard to balance the two sides of the scale. It's like…on one end is the fifty ton weight of my responsibility, and on the other is the exact—maybe heavier—load of my feelings.

Heh. I should have just stayed at home to write poetry. The way I sound right now…! I'd be a brilliant Mills-And-Boons writer. And this seems weird I know…But until Po came, the Jade Palace had never been this fun. We had our laughs of course, but before that panda came into our lives, there was always this constant worry—this constant edginess. Po…he took that all away. At least that's how I feel.

It's ridiculous that I actually miss him right now. I'm waiting for him to return from a journey Master Shifu asked him to undertake. Something about studying the natural energies of the world to make him a better warrior. He's been gone a month now. And every night I wonder how he's doing. I know I shouldn't worry. Though he doesn't look it, Po is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. But I can't seem to help it.

He should be back now, anyway. Sometime soon. He wrote me a letter. Well…he wrote us a letter. But still. He mentioned me in it. 'Tell Tigress that when I get back, I'm going to kick her butt with all the awesome Kung-Fu-y stuff I've learned! She'll never see it coming!' It sounds odd. They're not exactly words of unconditional love. But…I don't know…it made me feel special.

There I go again. Acting like an infatuated teenager. I should be ashamed of myself. Imagine what the others would think if they could read my mind?

See, that's another thing. Po wouldn't laugh. He'd accept it. He'd be hellishly surprised, but he wouldn't laugh. He'd just agree that I'm a real softie inside. At which point I'd scoff. But it feels nice to know that there is someone who'd just…get you.

And to think I'm supposed to be meditating. Clearing my mind of worldly thoughts. Master Shifu would have my head!

I hear footsteps. Trancelike, I open my eyes. Crane's figure is at my door. He seems to have news. Without waiting for an invitation he begins.

"Tigress, Po's come back!"

My face changes from pensiveness to delight.

Then Crane adds uncertainly, "And uh…he's brought a friend."

Though it seems like a snap judgment, I don't like the sound of that.


A/N: Yeah I know it's short. I'm sorry about that ^^

I hope you guys liked it. I'll update soon. Thanks for reading guys, and please leave a review. Don't shy away from constructive criticism, because I love it.

Ciao!