New story! YAY! It's going to be all in Jack's P.O.V. so it's going to be a little bit difficult for me! Oh...I almost forgot! There will be no Eddie in this story! Sorry! Enjoy!

Disclaimer-I do NOT own Kickin'it! :( If I did I would make a fourth season with Olivia in it! ;) ;)

CHAPTER ONE

I can't believe we lost at this tournament! We had them! I can't believe we lost from them! The Black Dragons. It was way too easy! Maybe that's why we lost...we were too sure of our selves...! I was too sure of myself...Ihad him...Ryan was a piece of cake! Still it was a tie...a tie that costed us our win...

"Don't be so sad Jack...next time we'll win" Kim said with a assuring smile.

"Ι'm not sad! I'm mad! We had them! I had him! It was so stupid of me!"

"We can ask for a rematch guys relax! The black dragons are so full of themselves they'll accept imediately!" Rudy assured us.

"Yeah, yeah...I'm going home"

"Why? There is an awesome party at Kelsey's place."Jerry said.

"I can't...I have to go home...mum said I can't be late...I don't even remember why...so see ya guys"

They all murmured their goodbyes before I walked out of the dojo. The sun was burning. Even though Autumn had started the sun was still hot every single day...Not that I'm complaining...I prefer the heat than the cold...I was silenlty walking home not bothering to hurry...Normally my house is twenty minutes away from the dojo but since I was late, and I just remembered that I don't want mum lecturing me, I made a run and in a ten minutes time I was there.

I opened the door and walked in panting and trying to catch my breathe. Mumfled noises came from upstairs but I simply ignored it...probably my little sister goofing off. As I walked towards the kitchen though I heard someone chanting...a girl with a really beautiful voice I might say...

So you ask where is the problem? My older sister moved out four years ago... she is studying at Oxford university...at England...and even if she visited which I doubt it...she can't sing. So...What the hell!? I walked into the kitchen and saw a girl around my age sitting with her eyes closed...her black like the night hair reached her lower waist and was dyed red at the end of it. She was wearing a short stripped shirt that revealed her toned belly which had a perciening there, and a pink jeans shorts that showed her long legs...wow...and here I'm standing staring at a stranger instead of throwing her out of my house.

"Staring much?" a voice with a british accent said. I looked up and saw the girl looking at me...our eyes locked and I shivered when my eyes met hers...black eyes...exactly like her hair...I shivered again but she didn't seem to notice...

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" I asked her ignoring her question. I wasn't staring...was I? No I was observing...yeah that's it. I was just observing.

"You didn't answer my question so why should I answer yours?"

"Because this is my house and I'm trying to be nice but if you want to be a smartass let me walk you to the door" I said and she groaned.

"One time a gentleman always a gentleman"she said rolling her eyes. I sighed as I grabbed her wrist. She winced a little in pain which made me wonder If I used to much power even though I know I didn't- and then I started dragging her to the door. The last thing I need right now is a annoying girl in my family's house...

"What the hell do you think your doing?" she asked with her accent popping out making me stop for a moment before I started dragging her out again.

"What does it look like? Throwing you out."

"You can't do that"she said firmly as she tried to stop me. No use! I'm way stronger than her! Cocky much? Just the truth!

"And why not?" I said as I turned her way to look at her.

"I'm not a burglar you idiot"she hissed.

"And I know that from where?"

"You're right!...Because a burglar would be sitting at your kitchen listening to music while waiting for the owner's to come back...How smart! I would never think of such thing!" she spat at me and I simply rolled my eyes. Okay what she said had some logic but still...I asked again.

"Then what are you doing here? and who are you?" I asked as irritation filled me.

"Jack dear you're home...finally"my mum said with a smile as she descended the stairs. Crap she's mad!

"You two met?" she asked.

"Not exactly...he didn't know I was coming...he actually thought I was a burglar for god's shake!" the girl said irritated.

"Oh I'm sorry...I just saw a stranger sitting at my kitchen and I didn't offer coffee...how rude of me?"

"Was that supposed to be funny? Wow...just wow"she said while smirking evily at me. I was going to say something...anything so I won't let her have the last say but mum talked once more.

"Well then...Jack this is Elliot. Elliot this is Jack, my youngest son." I looked at the girl-Elliot?

"I thought Elliot was a boys name"I said truthfully. It's true. I did think that Elliot was a boys name. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Lately It's been a girls name too" she said in a matter of fact tone.

"Elliot will be staying with us for at least a year"

"What?! Why?"

"Because me and your father agreed on having her here...and If you weren't caught up on this tournamnet so much you would listen when me and your father talked to you about it three months ago!" Mum said irritated.

"Ooops" was all I said as mum walked into the kitchen.

"Show Elliot her room...Evelyn's old room"

"Okay" Elliot looked at me with an innocent expression...and my life turned from an easy and happy one to a really crappy and complicated one...Yay me!(I was going to stop here but I thought it was too small...so...I continued)

"So what are you waiting for? Show me my room" Elliot said with an innocent expression. I sighed and motioned her to follow me. We walked upstairs and down the hall to my eldest sister's room...well old room. Elliot walked into the room and didn't even look at me.

"Let's make a deal"she said when I was about to leave. I turned her way and saw her looking at me.

"What kind of a deal?"

"I don't like you...you obviously don't either...let's just don't provoke each other"

"Couldn't have said it better"I muttered before I left.

I went into my room and took a shower...when I got out of the shower I opened my laptop and loged into Facebook...Jerry had posted photos of the party...Already! There was one in which he was making out with Kelsey and in the next one he was taking off his clothes...Classic... I don't know what teenagers find so appealing in those kind of parties...They're simply stupid! When I was bored I walked downstairs completely ignoring homework...I'll worry about it tommorow...

"Hey mum...when is dad coming home?" Dad is a brain surgeon so he spents a lot of time at the hospital.

"He'll be here for dinner"she answered smiling.

"Does she really have to stay here?" I asked. Mum looked at me and sighed.

"We promised to her mother..."

"Anyway...go call your sister and Elliot...dinner is almost ready"I nodded and walked back upstairs. I knocked on my sister's door as I instantly heard her mutter a slight come in. I poked my head in her room and saw her sitting on the floor with her favourite stuffed animal in hand. Oh-oh! That's not good. I sat next to her and waited for a while...

"Mia what's wrong?"

"Nothing"she muttered as she hugged the animal tighter. I took it from her arms and opened mine as she quickly slipped in and let a small sob escape her lips.

"Come on, tell me"

"It's stupid"

"Then why are you crying..."

"Is Elliot here because mum and dad want a teenage girl and not a child?"

"What? Don't be silly. Mum and dad love you! They don't want a teenage girl, they want you! Trust me teenagers are just a pain in the ass" I said and she smiled wiping her tiny tears.

"How do you know?"

"I am one too am I not?"she nodded and smiled at me.

"Go downstairs. Dinner is ready and mum wants your help"

"Okay"she said as we both exited her room. Now the hard part.

Just tell her and leave! I ordered my self. I knocked on her door. No responce. I knocked once more...nothing! Is she dead or something? After a long minute of debating with my self on wether I should open the door or not, I caught the doorknob and slightly twisted it. The door opened and I looked inside...and she was sleeping!

"Did I tell you to come in?"I heard her ask irritated with her eyes closed.

"Dinner's ready" She opened her eyes and looked at me. She sighed as she sat up on the bed. Before she got off the bed she snatched a pair of glasses and slipped them on.

Was she wearing glasses before? No!

"Let's go" she muttered as she waited for me to exit the room. She closed the door behind her and started walking downstairs in silence. She seems sad...I'm so gonna regret this...

"Elliot are you ok?" she didn't even bother to look at me.

"Elliot?"

"I'm fine okay?" she suddenly snapped at me. I raised my hands in surrender as we walked into the kitchen together. Mum was placing the plates on the table while Mia was putting forks next to each plate.

"I hope you like mac and cheese. I didn't have time for something better."

"It's perfect" Elliot said as she forced a smile on her lips. Why does she seem so sad out of the blue?We sat at the table and mum served dinner right when I heard the front door closing and dad came in.

"Daddy"Mia boomed and ran to him. Dad easily lifted her and spun her around as she giggled.

"Oh...Elliot...I almost didn't recognise you...you've grown and changed so much. Is that a new piercing?" Dad asked Elliot as he pointed at her nose. She smiled...a real one this time...

"A lot of things happened since the last time you visited England doc." she said slightly smiling.

"I'm sure about that" dad said as he gave mum a worried look...Okay. What the hell is going on? Dad sat at the table and started asking Mia about her day while Elliot was looking at them smiling...Fake smiling since her eyes were filled with sadness. My mind though was stuck on one thing...

What the hell did she mean with 'a lot of things happened since the last time you visited?' Did she knew dad? What really happened that changed her so much that my father almost didn't recognise her? Last time dad visited England was two years ago...what could possibly happen in two-tiny years?

***tell me what you think!