I have to admit that I wonder how the episode "Date with Destiny" would have gone if Kitten had a completely different personality and everything was just the consequence of other characters having expectations of her. And so I present to you…..passive, calm, sarcastic Kitten! And no, I'm not trying to recreate Raven. She'll still be a rule breaker, but just much more tomboyish and don't-careish (yes I just invented my own word) Now on with the story!

Kitten's POV

I made my way down to the dining room for dinner, wearing my most comfortable (yet sadly pink) pyjamas. I try not to eat dinner without my dad, but ever since he'd come up with some new plan to make money, he'd been having to work all night sometimes. Luckily, some nights he would be able to get away for work for a quick late dinner, such as tonight.

To be honest, it kind of made my day. My mutant boyfriend broke up with me, and everywhere I go keep hearing that one hateful word: PROM. It's not that I have anything against social events, it's just I have something against social events with such a huge price tag. I mean come on! My dad might be willing to pay for everything, but not everyone's dad can! I know for a fact some girls in my class have been saving for God knows how long to pay for dress they will wear once and then never again!

Sitting myself down at the table to wait for my dad, I watched my dinner slowly grow cold in front of me. Damn, it was my favourite too! Grilled chicken on a Caesar salad with steamed vegetables. Ok, I confess, I'm a health freak, so sue me! But in my defence, I was at least healthier than most kids my age, so ha-ha to all you fast-food junkies!

A sigh escaped me as I heavily and picked up my fork. If I waited any longer, my food would lose what little taste it had left from sitting out for long.

'I guess he's held up' I thought, a hint of bitterness at being stood by my own father showing threw. I glared at my chicken as if it was to blame for the my skipping out on me - irrational, yes, but it made me feel a little better at very least.

I was about to dig in when my dad pulled out a chair right across from me, much to my pleasant surprise.

"Sorry I'm late princess." He was huffing. Clearly he'd rushed from his lab to get here, which I couldn't help but feel a bit chuffed at.

"Daddy has a lot to do right now." he kissed the top of my head.

"That's okay Daddy." I smiled as he sat down. I was just glad I wouldn't have to eat alone again.

Dinner carried on with our usual daily banter, nothing extraordinary really. He'd tell me about his day, I'd just nod my way through all the boring bits, and then I'd tell him about my day. It was fine until he asked how Fang was doing, and I froze.

"Honey? Is everything alright?" His tone was soft but apprehensive. He knew he hit a soft spot.

'Stupid girl!' I mentally yelled at myself. 'Of course he was going to ask that!'

Truth was, Daddy loved the fact I was going out with a mutant (as odd as that may sound to any sane person). I guess it was something the two could bond about. Well, before Fang dumped me, that is.

I inhaled a sharp breath. I'd have to tell him, I couldn't just lie to my own dad, not with knowing how good of a father he is to me. But oh, this was going to be so, so long, drawn-out, and frustrating. Deep down, I knew exactly how he was going to react, and needless to say I was not looking forward to it.

But I told him anyway.

He reacted just I thought he would: angry that a boy would 'break his little girl's heart just like that' (his words, not mine). Then heartbroken, on my behalf (This involved him getting upset and me having to comfort him with the words: 'Dad it's OK. It will be OK!' while patting his back. He'd sniff and respond, 'But to see you so sad and alone is heartbreaking!' 'I just said I its ok.'). Finally, he became concerned, which I honestly had not been expecting. He stood up to his full height and looked down at me with a serious face.

"Sweetheart," He started. "Isn't prom tomorrow night?" I gulped, not liking where this conversation was going, AT ALL.

"Uh…yes….but I wasn't planning to go-"

"NONSENSE!" His voice boomed, almost creating an echo in our sparsely decorated dining room. "Now that stupid arachnid is gone, you can go out and enjoy yourself more!"

"But-"

"No buts! I'll find you nice date for tomorrow night sweetheart, don't you worry!"

"But Daddy! I -"

He was out the door before I could even finish. I covered my face in my and sunk to the floor groaning. This wasn't going to end well at all.