A/N: Hey guys! This one-shot is based on a scene from Catching Fire and the episode Karate Games. I hope you guys like it! Although, I have to admit, it's quite sad.

Disclaimer~ I do not own Kickin' It or the book Catching Fire.

Jack lay back in his bed, his unblinking eyes never leaving the ceiling. He was currently in the the hotel room he was sharing with Rudy. Filming began tomorrow, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. Mainly because the oh-so-great director had decided that the first scene they were going to film was the kissing scene.

He knew Kim liked him, and he definitely had some feelings for her. He just wasn't so sure of himself. Maybe he really liked her, or even loved her. Maybe all he was feeling was mutual friendship, or even brotherly feelings.

I'm giving myself a headache, he thought. He was just getting caught up in circles.

Jack finally got up. He needed to talk to Kim about this. Just tell her...what was he going to tell her? That he knew she liked him, but wasn't sure if he liked her? That the kiss would mean nothing, no matter how much that would hurt her? That it would all be professional? He strode over to the door anyway, deciding to wing it, and let her bring it up. Kim should be in her room right now, but as he opened the door, he discovered she was right outside, poised to knock.

"Kim?" he asked. Forget winging it, he wasn't ready for this.

"Jack?" Kim said. "Can we talk? I mean, in private?"

"Yeah, come in," Jack said, moving aside to let her in. He shut the door behind her. "Rudy is in the shower, so he won't be able to hear a thing."

"That's good," she replied quietly.

They both sat down on Jack's bed, cross-legged and facing each other. A comfortable yet awkward silence covered the air like a blanket. Finally, Jack cleared his throat.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Jack said, searching her eyes.

"The kiss," she said simply, as if it were nothing but just a glass of water. But they both knew it was bigger than that.

"Oh."

"I'm not sure what to make of it," she admitted.

"Well, let's start with our own feelings," Jack said. "More specifically, our feelings for each other."

"Okay," Kim said, cocking her head to one side. "How do you feel about me?"

"I love you," Jack replied. It was the truth. "I'm just not sure if I love you as a friend or something more, though. I'm just too confused."

"Are you lying?" Kim asked. When Jack shook his head no, Kim sighed. "That means I'm going to have to tell you the truth. It would only be fair. I love you, too. But I'm not confused. I know I love you as more than a friend. I would take anything the world throws at me for you. I would take anything you throw at me, if it would make you happy."

There was another silence, except it lasted for minutes this time.

"Are you still confused?" Kim whispered, despite the fact that no one else was there to hear them.

"More than ever," he whispered back.

"We don't have to go through with this," Kim said. "I can tell Dolph that I don't want to do it, and he can assign you a new girl."

It was obvious that she was hurt. She had just admitted her feelings for him, and he hadn't given any reaction. And now she was willing to let go of stardom, and let Jack kiss another girl if he really didn't feel that way about her.

"No," he said, firmly. "Kim, I won't let you quit. You obviously want this, and besides, it won't feel right if I do it with anyone besides you."

"Jack," she said, her voice raising. "This isn't just about what I want. This is also about us! I don't care about the fame anymore. All I care about is you! And I'm willing to quit!"

"Is this about the kiss?" Jack said, quietly.

"Figure it out, Brewer," Kim snapped before leaving.

As she walked out the door, he could do nothing but watch. He could hear a sniffle as the door closed shut, and his heart ached.

He fell back on his back, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Jack Brewer didn't cry. Unless it was about something he really cared about. Last time he cried was when he found out his dad had died while on the field in Afghanistan. That was years ago. And the stupid medal that was given to his family, it could never replace his dad.

Just like nothing could replace Kim.

"Jack," he heard.

Jack shot up, and saw Rudy standing at the foot of his bed. He had completely forgotten that Rudy was still in the hotel room, just taking a shower in the bathroom. Had he...?

"I heard everything," Rudy said. Yep, Rudy had heard.

"I messed up really badly," Jack said somberly.

"Yeah, you did." There was no point in denying it. They both knew it. The damage was done.

"Why does she want to quit?" Jack said. That was just one of the questions buzzing through his head. "I thought she liked me. I thought she wanted to kiss me."

"Not like this," Rudy said. "She wanted it to be real."

Of course she did. Why hadn't it struck Jack before. If they were going to kiss, she would want it to be special...no, real. Who cares about special, anyway? As long as it's real.

"Thanks, Rudy," Jack said, getting up from his bed. "I should probably go talk to her."

"You do that," Rudy said, reclining on his own bed. "Go get her tiger."

Jack smiled. He would.

After all, the confusion was gone. He did love her as more than just a friend. It was real.

A/N: So, what do you people think? And could you tell where I had slipped in the Catching Fire moment?

Please review!