ZIL: Hey guys just releasing a part of my one-shot series/song-fics for one of my favorite crack pairings Monty and Kim. (Cause all I write are crack pairings (^.^)(^ .^) (^.^) *Kirby dance*
PS: I anything you recognise I do not own nor am I being compensated for writing these. No sueing allowed!
Kim
Song: 3DG-Over and Over
Rating: T
All I did was follow a pattern. Go to school, babysit the tweebs, save the world. When was this going to end?
I got a mission to stop you again Mr. Fiske...I when I first met you. I was excited to meet one of the most respectable archeologists and a gentleman in the world. I loved watching your documentaries and you were part of what inspired me to see the world. I'm seeing the world but, only when I'm chasing you because you stole another relic. I feel like all my belief in you was wasted...why am I even here anymore?
I still respect you!. If not for your intelligence then for your skills as a martial artist. I'm attracted to the confidence you show off everytime we meet. Why am I feeling this way?
Everyone says I should love Ron. He's my best friend...I do love him just not like that. I pretend though. I try to convince myself that I don't feel anything for you. Then you show up again and I'm back at square one. This is so not working.
Here it goes again...at school and Wade gives me a call with a new mission. You after some necklace with mystical monkey characteristics. I'm being sucked into you web again...are you sure you're not some spider/monkey hybrid or something? Oh well...let the games continue.
Ron got stuck again this time I left him with Yori. I'm tired of this back and forth...I want answers and I'm getting them this time!
What is it about you that keeps me in this never ending cycle. What do you have that no one else does? Why is it always you!
I'm tired of pretending. Are you going to keep trying to run? Or are you going to face me like a man as your confident persona says you would. Are you really as confident as you seem?
You call me a little girl...I should hate that but, with you it feels like an endearment. Your eyes show something I can't define...something tense but, your body language says you're relaxed. What are you waiting for?
When I ask you...you scoff at me. What are you trying to tell me with your stares? Damn it Fiske just say what you want to say! I'm here reaching and you don't even try...help me understand you!
You've become a distraction. I'm not answering any calls for at least two months. I'm done!
Damn it all...I didn't even last two weeks before Global Justice called me after I ignored 6 missions. 4 of those missions were about you. Gah! What do you want from me?
I know I shouldn't want anything to do with you but, I can't help it. You lied to me...you betrayed me when I held respect for you! You didn't know that though...to you I was the means to an end but, to me meeting you was a stepping stone. One I'm not ready to give up. I guess that means the game is still going.
Nice moves Fiske. Not nice enough. This time you were beaten...you'll go away for a month or two and be loose again knowing you though. I can fondly recall your way of smooth talking others into giving you what you want. Funny...you words don't affect me. It's your eyes.
I went to visit you at the holding cell today. You gave me that same look that you've been giving me from the beginning. I finally grinned and told you out loud, "I used to admire you...when it came to culture in the world's histoy there was no one who I enjoyed listening to more." You just continued to stare at me. "Now I don't know what to think...I don't trust anything you say, I don't have to because all you do is give me this look. I don't know what you want? I don't know what you're looking for." I gave you a small smile as I stood watching you in the reflection as you stared at my back I whispered, "Maybe someday instead of staring...you'll show me what you looking for, hmm?"
You got out just like I knew you would. I hadn't heard a peep from you in mission logs not like I used to. It's mostly Shego and Drakan or the Senor Seniors. However, I did find a small journal on my desk when I returned home from dealing with them. Breaking and entering a small task for you I suppose. You've left one of your travel journals. You wrote about our first meeting in here...you wrote about me?
I read your thoughts...the look in your eyes was affection. You lo- good grief finally! Next time we meet Fiske you're in for the fight of your life because once I catch you...You're Mine!