New chapter! Well I just wrote this in like four hours so it's going to suck but it's longer than the last ones. Well enjoy it anyways, i don't like it one bit but still I know you people who actually bother reviewing do.

booklovingrl: I hope not

Reyna S: I will, you'll see and thanks (that might make for a good ending)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

"Hey Kim," Milton called me over to my computer while we were sitting in my room working on summer homework together. Let me tell you, it sucks to hell and back. It's like poison to my body, it kills me. But, Milton, being Milton, somehow managed to convince me to do it since with all the previous events this summer, I hadn't gotten around to doing it and he was panicking too much to do it.

So, he convinced me to do it with him. He was currently doing our online math work while I was reading The Giver and taking notes about important events and character's actions.

I set the book down open so I could keep my page and crawled over out of bed. I walked over to him and bent down so I could see the screen. He had opened my video camera icon and was looking at the past videos I had. "What's this?" He asked pointing to one of and arm and what looked like me in my bed.

"I'm not sure, play it." He clicked on the video and I looked at the time stamp. It was from two days ago at 21:33:16. Now I didn't know military time, I'm an American nonmilitary involved child so I had no idea what time that was, "Milton do you know what time that is?"

"Oh yeah, that's 9:33:16 PM, why do you know what happened then?" Oh…that was my argument with Derek…I didn't record that, how was that on here? "It says it was taken by the motion sensor on your camera so if you are confused to why it is on here that's probably why." The mini genius read my mind.

"Oh that was my argument with Derek about Jack and therapy and our 'family'." I used some of the most dramatic air quotes you would ever see someone do. Milton let out his short, unenthusiastic laughs. I knew he was amused though, that was just the way he laughed.

"Mind if I watch it, I always love me self a good dramatic scene." He looked up at me pleadingly and I rolled my eyes, such a child.

"Be my guest, I grilled him." Milton hit play and I went back to my book, blocking out the sounds of the camera. I tried my hardest to get back into my reading mode, where I was both comfortable, not sleepy, and was aware of what I was reading. Most of the time, I failed at this, I simply wasn't a fan of reading.

The book was decent, not my style but I knew my grade was depending on it, well sorta. Only if I got the bad English teacher then it was depending on it. I managed to get through twenty pages before Milton slapping my foot brought me away from the book.

"What?" I yelled and he stopped slapping me. The video was paused, not completed yet and paused close to the end. His mouth was wide open and he looked both angry and shocked.

"First off, Derek is an awful person!"

"Tell me about it," I groaned very sarcastically and you know what Milton did? He started telling me about it, taking it literally. He threw his hands up in the air and started mumbling things about what he said and how offensive it was to Jack and me. "Milton," I held up and a hand to stop him and he did, thank god, to look at me, "I was being sarcastic."

"Oh," he mumbled and looked down, "but anyways," his head popped back up, "you could use this to get his practicing license revoked so he isn't allowed to be a therapist, well have a legitimate practice, in the state of California." I took that into consideration and started thinking it over. I wanted to do that but it seemed like a lot of work, "I can do it for you if you want." The boy needs to stop seemingly reading my mind.

"Could you? That'd be great Milton thanks." He nodded his 'you're welcome' and I beamed at him.

"And last but definitely not least, you and Jack had sex? Are you crazy?" He started rambling on about STDs and the risk of pregnancy and shit like that. It was like taking Sex Ed all over again, but in less than a minute.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you that we had sex Milton and we were well aware of the risks and did all the necessary precautions both times—"

"—you did it twice?!" He looked like he was about to explode with anger, but a caring anger if that makes any sense.

"Next time we have sex, I'll tell you alright?"

"Thank you," I put on a disgusted face thinking he wanted to know all that, "I like to be in the loop."

"What loop, the one between a boyfriend and girlfriend? That's sick Milton." I shook my head in shame and he pouted in his overdramatic way. "But if you could try to get Derek to stop with the therapy, I would really appreciate that."

"Anything for a friend," Milton and I smiled at each other, "but I need advice."

"On what," I asked and an idea came to my mind, "girl problems?"

"Oh you have no idea…" he groaned and covered his face with his hands, leaning back in the chair.

"Milton, I'm a girl, I have an idea."

"Alright well I want to take her out for our two and a half year anniversary but I have no idea what to do." He seemed panicked over the whole situation like Julie was going to leave him if something went wrong.

"Well stop freaking out; if she stuck around this long, sweetie, she isn't going anywhere," Milton shot me a sarcastic thanks and I laughed lightly, "just calm down and think. Why don't you take her somewhere both of you enjoy."

His face lit up and he stood up, "Oh! I have the perfect idea! Thanks Kim! I actually have to go now but thanks, I'll text you later. Tootles!" He gave me a wave of his fingers and practically skipped out the door, weird…

I had to go to the dojo today to practice since I hadn't in a long while and I felt a little rusty. I had planned on gong to visit Jack today but Dr. Fisher had informed me yesterday when I was leaving that he was going to go through some tests today and shouldn't be bothered. I kindly thanked him and told him I would visit tomorrow instead. So I made it to the dojo and found Jerry and Eddie already there. Milton had to skip because his father had to take him to somewhere.

"Hey guys!" I greeted as I walked in and they waved back.

"So how's Jack?" Jerry asked, throwing a leg over the bench and sitting down on it. Jerry was Jack's best friend; the two did almost everything together, well when Jerry and Eddie weren't doing something together. I was glad he was concerned.

"I'm not sure; I wasn't supposed to visit today." I told him and he sighed, slumping his shoulder down.

"Hey, Jerry," Eddie put his hand on Jerry's shoulder and gave it a comforting shake, "Jack's fine, you saw him three days ago, he's fine."

"I know man, I'm just worried." Jerry sounded so worried and judging by the expression on Eddie's face, he was feeling the same way.

"I know you are, we all are Jerry, but he' going to be fine, you know that."

"D'awww!" The two looked at me like I was crazy.

"Way to ruin the moment Kim! So not swag!" Jerry stood up and crossed his arms, Eddie coping.

"Bros having a moment, it's that un-manly? I teased and they glared at me which I returned without hesitation.

"Are you saying that we aren't manly?" Eddie asked and they both took a step closer. They could be identical twins if they looked the same; all of their movements were in sync.

"No, I'm just saying that maybe you two are mushier than you let other people see," I replied and Jerry, being Jerry, took this the wrong way.

"Are you calling us fat? Have you seen these guns? They are pure power and no flab." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Jerry, she meant that we are more romanticish and caring then we let people see." Eddie told him and Jerry nodded as if just realizing that. Well, he actually was so that was exactly how he was nodding.

"Well then, are you saying we aren't swag?"

"No, I think it's really swag that you two can be more emotional. That might help you score a girl." I winked at them and Eddie grinned, Jerry following a few seconds later, having to take the time to process what I was saying first.

We chatted a while about girls they thought were hot that they had seen at the beach and were lucky enough to get a number from. Rudy came out of his office and we all talked a bit longer before getting to practice.

We all went to Phil's after and talked it up some more. Milton joined us later and we all enjoyed ourselves with Jack still in the back of our mind. After saying our goodbyes we all went back home to get some rest and hit the sack.

I was still in the hospital and apparently I was getting some tests done so Kim was supposed to visit. That blows. She was the only thing keeping me from getting up and walking out of here. But I was currently being swarmed by doctors in my dimly lit room while they were checking my condition. Dr. Fisher had been in and out, asking me questions and doing other tests.

From what I know, they've checked my blood pressure, made sure there are no unwanted poisons still in my blood, checked my heart rate, taken an x-ray of my head so make sure there were no other debris in it, and taken out my stitches.

All of this and more has been done near silently. It was so quiet in the room you could practically hear each person heartbeat. The beeping of my heart rate machine, or EKG, was barely noticeable anymore. I had found it irritating for quite a while but got used to it eventually. The nurses and doctors were strict about me not moving around a lot and keeping me in a 'non-stimulating environment' with the lights dimmed or off and everything quiet.

Once all the tests were done, it was sometime in the afternoon, judging by the clock that was next to my bed high up on the wall. I didn't bother to check the exact time due to my laziness but did manage to briefly look at the little hand that was somewhere around the four, at least, I think it was.

The nurse had informed me that Dr. Fisher was coming by in a while and I was trying to keep myself busy until then. Let me tell you, that was hard as hell. I am sitting on a bed, not allowed to move, and not allowed to watch TV, which is sitting in fucking front of me!

So being the normal teenager that I am, my mind wondered to…other things, shall I say. Kim was the main topic of these thoughts, which I couldn't help but didn't need to, thank god. I would kill myself trying to not think of her if she wasn't my girlfriend. Sadly, all I could do was think though. I couldn't go and see her since that would require moving and actually being able to leave the hospital, which was off limits currently.

Dr. Fisher finally came in and he sat down on one of the chairs for visitors. "So Jack, this isn't going to be full of that doctor to patient crap," I had to chuckle at his colorful way to describe his job, "this is going to be a friend to friend conversation." I nodded, not exactly sure of where this was going at the moment, "I want you to tell me about your parents," I attempted to swallow down the tightness in my throat with no luck, "and I know it's a touchy topic, it was and still is for me too, but I'll tell you if you tell me."

"Alright," he seemed like a good guy, trustworthy too, "well that time last week or whenever, when they came to see me, that was the first time I've seen them in," I paused and took the time to mentally count the years and months, "three, almost four years."

Dr. Fisher nodded slowly and looked me directly in the eyes, not in an intimidating way but more of a way that told me he understood. "I mean, I wanted to be happy to see them, but I just couldn't. They're my parents and I'm supposed to love them, which I do but it's just that I couldn't help not being angry with them." I could feel the salty tears forming in my eyes but refused to cry. My voice was cracking and wavering more than it was when I went through puberty, which was pretty bad; I sounded like a broken record than kept skipping words from little scratches covering the surface. "Then when they finally see me again, and when I was in the hospital with my, shall I say, unstable, girlfriend, they just yell at me."

"I know exactly how you're feeling, believe me I do." I breathed in sharply and he stood up so he was at his full height, just around five ten or eleven. "My parents sent me away to a boarding school when I was ready to start first grade. At first, I thought it was really fun, with no parents to boss me around." He laughed lightly at his memory of being a child, which judging by his receding hairline, was a while ago. "Every summer they would pick me up and take me home to spend time with me. But as I got older, the time got less and less till I was just sitting around by myself."

He sighed and looked down at the bed, now gripping onto the sides, "When I was fourteen, younger than you, they came and just left me at the house while they went off on some story that had to be covered, he was a reporter for a newspaper and she was the photographer for his stories, but when they came back towards the end, I had packed my bags and bought a plane ticket already, not wanting to be alone anymore." That was entirely understandable, at least to me it was. Other kids probably would've thought it was great to be alone; shows what they know.

"They asked me where I was going and I told them back to the school. We argued and they told me that I wasn't actually planned, I wasn't supposed to be born and that if they did have a child, the two of them wanted a girl." He didn't seem to be that upset by his story, I'm sure he's told it more than once like me.

"Well that was the last time I saw them. I paid my way through college and medical school with a number of part time jobs," he had sat back down at the beginning of his story so he started rubbing his hands in circles on his bent knees, most likely a nervous habit, "but I was always lonely with no one to help."

"Wait, didn't you have friends at your school?" One would think that a person would make friends at a boarding school since you're always with the same people.

"That's where my story is different from yours Jack," he took a deep breath and stood back up, "I wasn't a social kid. I only had one friend, she was great, but she married young, when we were nineteen, and ran away with her fiancé. She left me a goodbye note, apologizing for leaving me, but saying how this was what was making her happy."

"Did you happen to have a crush on this unnamed girl?" I asked, trying to lighten the depressing mood a bit.

"Well unlike you and Kim no, I was not in love with my best friend. I didn't love anyone for a long while, not ever having experienced love before."

"The way you told it makes me feel like there's a moral to your story," I told him and he smiled at me brightly.

"Very smart boy, there is. Some people just aren't made to be parents, but keep those friends of yours close, they're helping you, especially that girlfriend, and she has got some influence on you." He poked me in the chest and we shared a soft laugh.

"But keep your head up and think of how this can make you better, not worse."

"Thanks Dr. Fisher, I needed that."

"Anytime Jack, if you ever want to talk—"

"—just call I know." I smiled at him and he smiled back before walking out and back into the busy, sterile, white halls of the hospital to check on other patients. I knew Kim would know this eventually, but I wanted to keep this chat a secret for a while. That was the love I needed if I had a real dad, which I don't in my mind, or a mom, but those tears few tears finally slipped out thinking about them.

Think happy thoughts Jack, happy thoughts.

Well there you have it, just one to go now. Hows 10 reviews? The second I hit ten, I'll start writing the next chapter. That's why this took so long actually. I wanted 40 and finally got it yesterday.

About HTRJ (Hit the Road Jack) he is OBVIOUSLY not going to leave, otherwise the show would end basically. As much as I want KICK to happen, I think Kim and Jerry or Kim and Milton are rumored as well (BOO!). But I honestly am irritated with Kim...

So, tootles! 10 reviews people or nothing