Witness Protection

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It, or any other Disney Channel show. They belong to their respective producers/writers/companies.

A/N: This is going to be a big story, not big as in long, though it could be, big as in plenty of action and drama. I love martial arts, and I can't exactly explain where the idea came from, but you will enjoy it. It will connect various shows, but the two main ones are Kickin' It and, yes, Hannah Montana. Give it a shot, I'm sure you'll enjoy it once you see what's going on. However for certain things to work, I need to bump Hannah Montana's year back to 2000. Nothing else will change except the year. Trust me, and enjoy

Chapter 1 (The Red Flags)

"One more, Jack, just one more," Jack mentally prepared himself after each match in the summer tournament. It was an endurance tournament testing his mental wit, strength, and of course, endurance. The last contestant managed to fight through fifteen people, he was about to take on his sixteenth.

His friends cheered him from behind as he huffed and shook his sweat drenched hair from his eyes. The one in front of him had to be ten times his size, but nothing was quite like that robot that Bobby Wasabi gave them a while back. Not only that, but Sensei Rudy took down that wrestler that was about ten times his size. Granted, it was on a really bad day, in which every time they tried to ask him what was wrong, he blew them off. His face would grow tense, angry, and he would storm off, muttering curses under his breath. This was about a year ago, but he still remembered the day well.

Jack glanced about the arena and frowned as his eyes danced from Kim, to Jerry, then Milton and Eddie, but Rudy was nowhere to be found. Even Bobby Wasabi was there to cheer him on! Rudy never missed these tournaments, so it was strange enough that his mentor wasn't here for him. It was fine, though, he could still take this guy on whether or not the man was there to root for him.

"You can do it, Jack!" Kim exclaimed from the sidelines, bouncing up and down. He smiled slightly and glanced over at the muscular behemoth standing in front of him. He wasn't so big, just a bit tall over-bulked. "Don't get intimidated now! Don't just stand there!"

The man made the first move, rushing towards him and throwing a fist for his face. Thinking fast, Jack turned his heel and spun out of the way, leaning backwards to deflect the blow. He lifted his leg up and kicked forward into the man's back, sending him tumbling for the ground. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall," Jack panted. The man stayed on the ground, much to Jack's pleasure, though he couldn't shake the glare he was receiving from him.

After the match was declared, the man rose up and swept his long ponytail to the side. With a loud roar that shook Jack up from the inside and out, he started to charge. His every footfall seemed to make the earth quake beneath Jack's feet. "You will fall!" His eyes widened as his friends immediately rushed in to tackle the raging bull, but he merely threw them to the side.

The ref blew his whistle, but was ignored. Thinking fast, Jack threw himself into the air, flipping over the giant's head, and kicking down onto his back. Kim rose up from the ground and spun on one foot, then kicked out into the fighter's chest, knocking him back a peg. Then Jerry grabbed his pair of trusty nunchucks and threw them at the man, knocking him out.

"What was that about?" Eddie asked as he hurried over and kicked the behemoth's arm, checking to make sure he was out. Jack lifted his shoulders and looked up as several paramedics rushed in to take the guy away.

Jerry picked up his nunchucks and pushed them back into his uniform. "Maybe he was just a sore loser."

When he hit home, the match was still fresh on his mind. He had an unsettling feeling in his gut, something just wasn't right. The man's eyes had been so full of rage that when he met Jack's eyes, it felt like he was burning into his soul. He'd been so terrified that he froze up in that instant, but he didn't want to mention that to his friends. Jerry was probably right, the guy probably wasn't too thrilled about losing the match to someone that looked like a twig compared to him.

He pushed his hands behind his head and laid back onto his pillow. As he closed his eyes and drifted into slumber, a familiar dream came to his mind. Every year for the past twelve years he had this dream. He was two years old and visiting the concert of a famous international pop star, his mom was holding him in his lap while the smoke on the stage began to clear.

When the smoke cleared, a terrible feeling swept over the crowd. The star was gone, her manager didn't even come onto the stage to announce that anything had gone dreadfully wrong. Instead, a great clamor shot out over the crowd as they started chanting for the star, but it was no good.

He opened his eyes and quickly shot up. His body felt cold, yet hot at the same time, and he was completely drenched with sweat. His chest was pounding and his breaths were coming out in quick, rapid bursts. It always confused him how he woke up like this after the dream, especially since he could never quite figure out what it meant. What was the point?

The bedroom door started to open and his defenses began to start, he never liked when people entered without knocking. As he was about to jump from the bed, Kim came walking in, smiling at him. "Hey Jack." His heart relaxed and he quickly breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Kim…Mom let you in?"

"Yeah, I was worried about you. When you left the tournament, you were freaked out." She sat beside him and put her hand to his forehead. "Are you okay?" He pulled away and quickly nodded, not wanting to worry or upset her too much.

"I'm fine. The match freaked me out a little, but nothing I can't handle." He ran his hand through his hair and gave a quick smirk, attempting to look cool beneath his unsettled spirit. When he looked to Kim, she appeared unimpressed. "Hey, have you ever heard of a pop star named Hannah Montana?" Kim raised an eyebrow and lifted her shoulders.

"Sure. My mom was a big fan of hers, made me a fan too since she almost always listens to her music. She says the singer, as well as a small family, just vanished. It was like they dropped off the face of the earth."

"Really?" He knew her mom had moved away a year ago, so there was no sense in bothering her. Although, he was curious if Rudy might know anything about the pop star. He didn't see how it mattered much, but his curiosity had been sparked, so he at least wanted to know what happened. "I keep having this dream every year. I was two years old and attending her concert with my family, then when she's supposed to go on stage, she doesn't appear. Her manager and her bodyguard aren't there either."

"Hmm…well it's only a dream, but I guess it could mean something."

Jack and Kim made their way to the dojo an hour later, hoping maybe to find Rudy and ask if he knew anything about this pop star. Sure it would have been easier to look it up online, but why do that when they had someone who was around in that era?

Jerry, Milton, and Eddie were already at the dojo for some practice sparring, but Rudy wasn't around. Jerry and Eddie were in the middle of a routine while Milton watched, they stopped only when Jack and Kim entered. "Hey Jack, are you feeling better?" Milton asked. He walked over to Jack.

"I'm fine, but is Rudy here?"

"He's locked himself up in his office," Eddie remarked, "Won't come out and keeps beating things around in there." Very reminiscent of his big fit the prior year. He quickly moved over to the door and started knocking.

"What!" Rudy shouted, jarring Jack into a state of shock. He stammered and cleared his throat.

"Rudy, I was just wondering if you were all right. Can we talk about something?"

"No! I'm busy!"

"What are you doing?" A bang shot out from inside and Jack quickly fell back from the door. Whatever was going on in there, he did not want to mess with. "Okay! I'm leaving you alone then." Turning around, he mouthed a word and slid his hand across his throat for the others. "Okay, whatever's bugging him, let's just leave it alone."

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Kim said while moving a small CD over to the dojo's boom-box. "Anyway, I found this CD in our old music cabinet, I was thinking we could practice with some music." She set the CD in and the song Wherever I Go, by Hannah Montana began to play. He wasn't sure how the song fit the practice, but at the same time, he didn't care all that much.

Jack stepped in the center of the mat, Kim and Jerry stood behind him, spread out a few steps, then Milton and Eddie moved behind them, forming what appeared to be a pyramid. Together they started a formation, throwing simultaneous right punches, followed by a left punch. They moved their fists to their waists and performed a front right kick, letting out a guttural shout. They blocked to the right, turned their bodies, and performed the steps once more. This continued until they returned to the front, where they finished off with a back flip and landed on the ground with their feet spread out.

Instead of being able to cheer, they all jumped to the sound of a door slamming into the wall. Rudy was standing in the doorway, his eyes were puffy, wide and angry, his face red and streaked with tears. He let out a loud rage-filled cry and rushed forward. Jack dodged to avoid him and watched in terror as Rudy performed a flying kick into the boombox. The radio fell to the ground and shut itself off. Rudy stood above it, huffing and puffing, and glaring at the others.

He lifted his arm up and shot his finger down to the stereo. "Never…Never play her music in this dojo! Do you understand me? Never!"

"Rudy, what's the problem?" Jack dusted himself off and stepped forward, lifting his hand to try and comfort the sensei. Everyone else watched with frightened expressions while Kim eyed the broken radio. This was not like Rudy, not at all, but until they knew what the problem was, they couldn't do anything for him. "It's just some old pop star. What's the big deal."

"Just some…" Rudy stammered and rubbed his face. "She wasn't just…okay calming down…" He inhaled deeply and closed his hand in front of his face while slowly pulling his arm down as if trying to center his energy. "You want to play Hannah Montana in here, fine, just not while I'm around…I'll be over at Phil's." Rudy brushed past Jack and started walking off, brandishing his hand in the air.

"Rudy, just tell us-"

"Keep practicing! Don't mind me." Jack exchanged confused glances with the others, then looked towards the door. He really wanted to go after Rudy and talk to him, but something told him to back off, that it would be very bad for him to do. Jerry stepped forward and put his hand to Jack's shoulder.

"So uh, do we go after him or…what?"

Jack smacked his lips and sighed. "Let him cool down. He'll tell us what's up later, I guess." He turned around and looked over to Kim. "Sorry about your CD, Kim." She lifted her hands up and shook her head. The group then returned to their practice, but no matter what, Jack couldn't get out of his head how Rudy reacted. What was the connection?

See the reason I debated putting this up so soon was because I wanted to get more than 3 chapters written and decide if it's definitely going to happen. Well I have 10 written so far, and I'm posting the 2nd with this to jumpstart you my dear readers. I wanted to wait until one of my current stories was either finished or nearly finished. Well, Lies that Destroy has just a few chapters left to be posted, so enjoy!

Oh and let me know what you thought of this first chapter ^_^