Ok, this is a crossover of several different Disney shows, past and present: Kickin' It, Lab Rats, and Wizards of Waverly Place. I know it seems weird, but I assure you that it will be hilarious! Just read the first chapter and if you like it, continue. I just was thinking of all the different fighters on Disney and thought it would be cool to put them together. Bear with me and let me know what you think! This is not really a romance story, mostly humor, but there will be hints of Kick and some other couples.

At the Dojo: Kickin' It

Kim's P.O.V

"Ok, gang!" Rudy came out of his office and called me and the guys together. "I have an announcement: we have an inter-dojo tournament this weekend being held at our dojo!"

"Oh, cool!" I exclaimed, "What dojos are we going against?"

Jack, who was sitting on the bench next to me, smiled. "Hey, that's cool Rudy! I will have a chance to win us another trophy!" he exclaimed cockily.

"Really Jack?" I turned to him, "How do you know if you will be the one to win a trophy? I could win one too!"

"Well, Kim," Jack stated, smirking, "We all know that I am the best black belt in this dojo, and when have I ever failed to win a trophy?"

"Really, are you sure about that Jack?" I asked, annoyed, "You wanna test that theory? You wanna take a go at it right now? I'll betcha I could get you face down on the mat in less than a minute!"

"Ok, you wanna do this now, Kim?" Jack asked smugly, "and I bet I could get you face down on the mat in half a minute!"

"GUYS!" Rudy shouted, grabbing our attention, "Stop bickering. And Kim, to answer your question, I have good and bad news: the good news is that the Black Dragons are not involved. The bad news is that we are going up against two dojos I have never heard of: A private dojo from San Francisco called "Davenport's Dojo," and a New York dojo called "The Young Society of Peace and Self-Defense. We are also competing against the Tommy Tsunami dojo and the Red Dragons Dojo."

"Swag, yo!" Jerry exclaimed, "I wonder if there will be anyone there who can handle my swagness!"

"Technically, Jerry," Milton began, "Swagness is not a word. The closest you would get would be swagger, which means a confidant way of walking."

"So Rudy," Jack thankfully interrupted a conversation that I knew would only go downhill from there, "You have never heard of those other two dojos? Did you look them up on the internet?"

"I haven't heard of any of them, and I did look them up. The only thing I could find out is that The Young Society of Peace and Self-Defense's star student is an eight year old girl." Rudy explained.

"An eight year old girl?" Eddie exclaimed excitedly, "I want to fight her! Maybe I could actually win for once!"

"Really Eddie?" I exclaimed, "You want to fight an eight year old girl? Well, actually, that might be a fair fight…Rudy, do you know when these dojos will get here in Seaford?"

"They arrive tomorrow, Kim," Rudy explained, "Now I want you all to go home and get plenty of rest. Tomorrow the competing dojos will be coming here to do a bit of practice and to meet us."

"Ok," Jack agreed, "We'll see you tomorrow, Rudy!" With Jack leading the way, we all walked out the door. "See you guys tomorrow at school!" Jack exclaimed, then hopped on his skateboard and rode off.

Waving bye to the guys, I walked home, thinking about the tournament. I wonder if there are any good girl fighters that are my age. Maybe we could become pen pals or something! Walking into my house, I dropped my bag by the front door. "Mom, I'm home!" I cried. I walked into the kitchen to see my mom setting a roast chicken on the table. Sitting down, I grabbed the leg of the chicken. "mmmmm, this is great, Mom!" I exclaimed. "Oh, guess what?"

My mom sat down and pulled the other leg off of the chicken for herself. My dad worked late on Mondays, and he ate dinner at his office, so it was just us. "What, honey?" she asked.

"We are having a tournament this weekend! It is against two dojos we have never heard of. They are from New York and San Francisco!"

"Oh, that's great honey!" my mom exclaimed. She was a black belt in Karate herself, and she was the one who inspired me to start. She even had the guest room upstairs converted into a dojo where we practice together. "I'll definitely be there cheering you on."

For the next 20 minutes, we talked about school, karate, the tournament, and Jack. My mom knew I had a crush on him, and we constantly talked about him. That's what I love about my mom. She may be 30, but she acts like she is 16, and she is actually a really cool mom. She isn't weird, and she often hangs out with the girls and I. After we ate our chicken and salad, I helped her clear the table. Because it was just us on Mondays, we always ate off of paper plates to minimize cleanup. After cleaning up from dinner, I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Turning on some soft music, I fell asleep.

That night in New York: Wizards of Waverly Place

Alex's P.O.V.

"Mason, thanks so much for the awesome date! I had a lot of fun at the movies," I exclaimed, kissing my adorable werewolf boyfriend on the cheek.

"Anytime, love!" Mason exclaimed in that adorable British accent of his. We walked into the sub shop together and saw Justin, Max (who was still in the body of an eight-year-old girl), Harper, Zeke, Juliet, and my parents crowded around a booth.

"Alex!" my dad exclaimed, "You and Mason are late!"

"Sorry daddy," I smiled at him, "but we had an awesome date! And we are here now. So what is the plan for tomorrow?"

Justin stands up and walks over to a whiteboard covered with a sheet. "I have taken the liberty of writing out all our plans for tomorrow in a detailed itinerary. Dad, may I?"

"Of course, Justin," my dad said.

"Ok! Justin exclaimed, pulling the sheet off of his whiteboard as Mason and I slid into a booth. "Here is the schedule: Tomorrow at exactly six AM, Harper, Zeke, Juliet, and Mason need to be here. We will pack all our stuff in the four taxis we are renting and—"

"Wait!" I interrupted, shocked, "Do I seriously have to wake up at six AM?"

"Of course not, Alex!" Justin told me, "You have to wake up earlier! We are leaving at 6:15." He smiled smugly at me. May I continue?"

"Wait, I have a question as well!" dad interrupted, "we are renting 4 taxis? Do you know how much that will cost? Who's paying for this?"

"Don't worry, dad. It won't cost us anything. As part of the tournament all expenses are paid. Anyway, we will pack all our luggage in the taxis and leave at precisely 6:15. We will arrive at the airport by 7 and meet sensei at security at exactly 7:25. That gives us 25 minutes to get our luggage out of the car and check our bags. . ." Justin continued to drone on and on, but I tuned him out and started playing with my hair and thinking about what I packed. I have two suitcases full of my cutest clothes, which should be enough for one week. I have a bag full of makeup. I have a bag with my wand, my backup wand, my miniature wizard world portal, my book of necessary travel spells, and a few magical toys that will be fun to use on Justin and Max. Hehe, I love traveling with Justin, he is so nitpicky that I can make him freak out and have a conniption every time. It's so hilarious! Suddenly, I heard Justin again: "And that is the schedule for tomorrow! Now, any questions?"

I raised my hand and Justin looked surprised. "Yes, Alex?" he asked.

"Are you done droning on now? I have important stuff to attend to!"

Sighing, Justin said, "yes, I'm done. But you have no respect for my schedule, so good luck tomorrow when trying to follow us."

"Yeah, whatever," I chuckled, "peace!" I went upstairs and got ready for bed, and then fell asleep.

That night in San Francisco: Lab Rats

Leo's P.O.V

"Ok, guys!" Big D called out, "Are you ready to go?"

Big D stood near the door holding the handle of two rolling suitcases attached to each other and had a computer bag slung over his shoulder. I grabbed my two duffle bags and stood up, turning off the TV. "I'm ready to go, Big D!" I exclaimed happily.

Just then, Adam, Bree, and Chase bounded into the room wearing their mission suits and carrying their bags.

"We're ready to go, Mr. Davenport!" Chase exclaimed.

"Great!" Big D replied, "Tasha, we're leaving!"

My mom came hurrying in from her bedroom. "Bye Donald," she kissed Big D. Turning to me, she gave me a hug. "Bye Leo! I know that you have been training for several months, but be careful, OK?" She gave me a hug and then turned to Adam, Bree, and Chase. "You guys be careful too. I know you are bionic and all of that, but that makes it all the more reason for you to be careful, especially of other people. Bye you guys!" My mom gave us all a round of hugs and then waved as we picked up our stuff and headed out the door.

Hopping into Big D's limo, I grabbed a soda out of the mini fridge. Adam and Chase climbed in and sat down next to me, while Bree sat next to Big D across from us.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Davenport!" Bree cried excitedly, "I am so excited for this tournament!"

"Yes, about that," Big D started, "I need to lay down some ground rules. Because you guys are bionic, you need to be very careful of your opponents in the tournament. You cannot use your bionic abilities in any way. Bree, that means no super speed. Adam, that means try to control your super strength as much as possible and no laser vision. Chase, that means you need to take your relaxing pills before you compete so you don't turn into Spike. And Leo, that means—" Big D paused and I jumped in.

"That means that I need to control all of this," I gestured to myself, "As much as possible." I smiled and nodded cockily.

"Yeah, Leo," Chase said, "Because everyone needs to be afraid of the tiny ball of power that is Leo."

"Hey!" I gasped, insulted, "I have been training with you guys for a while and I have gotten pretty good!"

"Of course you have, Leo!" Big D agreed, "Oh, look, we are at the airport." We all piled out of the car and grabbed our bags, and then Big D motioned for us to follow him. Instead of going into the terminal, we walked out onto the tarmac and headed to the hanger where Big D kept his private jet. Walking into the hanger, he pressed a remote and the jet suddenly animated. A staircase extended from the side of the jet, the engines whirred, the wing flaps lifted, and the lights came on.

"Whoa, Big D, this is awesome!" I cried, running up the staircase. Entering the jet, my jaw dropped. The seats were luscious recliners, there was a mini fridge, TV/media setup, and magazine rack by each seat, and there were six robots dressed in steward outfits. "Oh my gosh! This is so cool!" I exclaimed, running to grab a seat.

Big D entered the jet and smiled, "Yeah, that's one of the perks of being a famous and rich inventor. You get to design your own private jet!"

Adam, Bree, and Chase walked in and each claimed a seat as well.

"Wow, Mr. Davenport!" Bree exclaimed, "You added a magazine rack! That is so cool." She flipped through the pile of magazines. "People, US Weekly, OK, Star, J-14, Tiger Beat, Twist, Oh my gosh there are all of my favorites in here!" she exclaimed settling down with a magazine and turning on some music through her headphones.

I turned to my media setup and saw that Big D had my favorite video games, so immediately selected one and started to play. This is going to be the best plane trip ever!

Sorry that it was such a long chapter, I want to cover all three P. , so the chapters will tend to be a bit on the long side. What do you think?