Hey everyone, Disney Channel Addict here. You probably know me on here as Crescent Moon Dancer, but I'm moving all my Kickin' It and Lab Rats stories to this account, so...yeah. That's pretty much it. XD

"Okay Jack, I'm sorry. I'll admit it. I planned the attack against you. Just don't let me fall!"

Kai, dangling over the side of the Great Wall of China, gazed up into the eyes of his young cousin, terror clearly stamped on his face. Jack flashed him a quick half smile of reassurance, trying to ignore the strain being put on his arm.

"Don't worry, I got you, man."

He leaned back, heaving with all his might, and pulled his cousin safely back onto the wall, gritting his teeth as he felt his shoulder shift. "Up...and over!" He gently lowered the older boy onto the walkway, smiling with relief. Kai scrambled to his feet and flipped his shaggy blond hair back.

"Ha! That just proves you're weak." His lip curled contemptuously at his cousin. "I would have let you drop." Jack's mouth fell open slightly, and he stared at the other boy in shock. Before he could think of something to say - or better yet, shove Kai back over the Wall - his cousin grabbed his arm and dealt a savage blow to his broken hand.

Jack cried out in pain, dropping to his knees, and Kai lost no time in shoving him over and giving him several good kicks. The younger boy curled up slightly, gasping for breath, and his cousin moved in for another attack - only to have the best Wasabi Warrior grab his foot, give it a good twist, and send him flying into a red bench that, upon impact, promptly decided life wasn't worth living and collapsed into a sad little heap of splinters.

"Okay, I think everyone saw, I was NOWHERE near that bench!" Rudy shouted triumphantly. Kim smacked his arm, none too gently, and the two of them hurried over to where a half-conscious Jack was being examined by the doctor.

"Is he okay? Jack? Are you alright?" Kim asked. The worry in her voice was almost palpable, and Rudy's face betrayed his own anxiety. But if they sought reassurance from their young friend, they were sorely disappointed; Jack's brain was all muzzy, and he was having a difficult time of focusing past all the pain. If he heard his best friend's question, he didn't have the energy to reply.

The doctor looked up at the two black belts, his face grave. "He has a minor concussion, a deeslocated shoulder, a couple of cracked reebs, and hees hand..." He shook his head, sighing. "Hees hand ees badly dameeged. He should go to the hospeetal."

Kim gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth as Rudy began to stutter, tripping over his words in his rush to get them out.

"Hospital- But- Is he- Will- Is he gonna be okay?"

"Eef he does not fall asleep and go eento a coma, he should pull through," the doctor said reassuringly. "Theese young Karatekas, they bounce back queeker than you theenk."

Without further ado, the capable medical man got Jack settled onto the stretcher that his assistants had just brought, and they wheeled him towards the exit, leaving behind two very anxious people.

Kim looked at Rudy, who tried his best to appear confident. "Oh, he'll be fine!" he told her, his voice dripping with false cheer that wouldn't have fooled a deaf wombat. "Jack's tough, he'll bounce back. You heard the doctor. He'll bounce back." Pause. "Jack will, not the doctor. The doctor isn't injured, Jack is. But he'll bounce back!" he added quickly. "He's like a rubber ball - he never runs out of bounce. Again, Jack. Not the doctor. The doctor's probably not bouncy like Jack is, so if he got hurt, he might not bounce back so quickly, but Jack-"

"Rudy!" Kim glared at her sensei. "You're babbling." Rudy sighed, seeming to deflate like a pricked balloon.

"Okay, so I'm worried too," he admitted. "Concussion, dislocated shoulder, cracked ribs - that's nothing! He's probably gotten worse than that skateboarding, and bou-"

"If you use the phrase 'bounced back' one more time..." Kim left the sentence hanging, but Rudy got the idea.

"Anyway, his hand took a real beating, and the doctor said it was badly damaged," he said, lowering his voice. (Kai and his friends were nearby, gloating over the impromptu fight and the results thereof.) "If he ends up permanently maimed..."

"He's not going to take it well," Kim finished for him. She glanced across the walkway, and if she could have shot lightning bolts from her eyes, somebody - and Rudy was pretty sure he knew who - would have been electrocuted on the spot.

"He's going to pay for this," she snarled quietly, her brown eyes snapping with fury. "He is going to pay for hurting Jack!" She lunged forward, but the Karate instructor grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"No! If Kai could defeat Jack, he could take you down with his eyes shut! You can't do it!"

Kim bristled, incredibly offended. "Yes I can!" she shouted defiantly.

"Yes she can!" Elvis hotly agreed. Rudy shot him an irritated look.

"Stay out of this, Presley!" he snapped - then did a double take and looked again. It wasn't Elvis at all; it was just Jerry, closely followed by Eddie and Milton. All three of them looked hot, tired, and bedraggled, and all three of them were wearing some of the strangest get-ups their sensei had ever seen on them. (Which, when you thought about it, was saying something.) "What happened to you three?"

"Long story man," Jerry replied, raising his rock 'n' roll sunglasses to wipe sweat off his nose, "but the short version..."

"We were getting married!" Milton had a crazed look in his eyes, and he sounded like he was on the verge of hysterics. Jerry nodded.

"We were getting married," he confirmed, then glanced around at the scene around them. "Hey, what's going on? Where's Jack? Why are you holding Kim's hand?" His eyes widened and his jaw dropped a bit. "Are y'all getting married too?"

"What? No!" Rudy hastily dropped the girl's wrist, making sure he was between her and Kai. "I was trying to stop her from murdering the guy who hospitalized Jack."

His remaining students stared at him a moment, then all three of them burst into laughter, leaning against each other for support and chortling like there was no tomorrow.

Rudy and Kim looked at each other blankly.

"Hospitalized...Jack..." Eddie wiped his eyes, chuckling. "That's a good one." He glanced between the two black belts, and, perceiving no trace of laughter or amusement in their demeanors, abruptly sobered up. "Wait, you're serious?"

Quickly and concisely, Kim related the events of the afternoon, from when they arrived at the tournament to a few minutes before the rest of the Wasabi students showed up. The three boys were shocked, and by the end of her narrative, they wore identical slack-jawed, goggle-eyed expressions that made them look, in Kim's maliciously gleeful opinion, like a trio of dead fish.

Very mismatched dead fish, to be sure, but dead fish nonetheless.

Jerry was the first to recover - mostly. "What're we gonna do about it?" he asked, his eyes still the size of plums.

"Technically, legally, there's nothing we can do..." Milton began, but Eddie interrupted him.

"Come on, you heard what Kim said! That guy took down Jack the only way he could - playing dirty. Jack's our friend, man! We can't just stand by his hospital bed and say "Oh, tough luck, Jack. Maybe next time you should look behind you. In the meantime, we just let your attacker WALK AWAY IN ONE PIECE!"

"Calm down, Eddie," Rudy commanded, bustling forward."Milton's right; we can't legally - or honorably - do anything to Kai. Jack had to forfeit, fair and square."

"But it wasn't fair!" Eddie protested, distressed. "They took him out illegally, Kai started a fight that went against regulations, why can't we take him out the same way?"

"You should know better than that," his sensei said, going into one of his rare fits of stern maturity. "Karate is about bettering yourself, about loyalty and justice and honor-"

"Yeah, I don't think Kim knows that," Jerry interrupted unconcernedly. Rudy, Milton, and Eddie all turned around, following their friend's gaze. Rudy groaned.

"Oh no..."