A/N: Please tell me you don't think I really am allowed to own the awesomeness that is Kung Fu Panda…
Shen's Follower: That's an interesting idea. Unfortunately I haven't gotten to see either of those but I'll try sometime… and as for the other one… Johnny Cash is AWESOME! That had to be one of the best ideas I've ever been given!
Fantasyfreak23: Thanks!
The pizza man: Haha, yeah, I seem to be doing the same thing as the movies… don't worry, I'll do that soon.
Guest: Thanks you!
LittleMissPanda84: Thankies! I'm glad you're enjoying it!
This idea spawned from watching the episode Po Fans Out and a thing I had originally put in the story Rose but decided to miss out because it went better here.
Petals
Tigress was perhaps about fourteen or fifteen when Master Shifu let her go on her first mission without him.
"She will be fine," Master Oogway insisted, as he and Shifu watched Tigress leave with the rest of the Five. "After all, she is strong of will, and the others will look after her."
"I never said she wouldn't be fine, Master," Shifu said.
"Then why are you worried about her?"
"Guys!" Po exclaimed to the rest of the Tigress fan club. "Wouldn't it be awesome if Tigress actually turned up at our clubhouse!?"
"Sure," said one of the kids. "But it'll never happen."
"It could!" Po answered. "I met her once!"
"Pfft, right…"
"In one of your daydreams, maybe."
"No!" Po protested. "I really did! She came to the noodle shop to order noodles for Master Crane!"
"Whatever, man."
The three Club members were having a sleepover at the club house, conveniently placed opposite Po's father's noodle shop. It was getting dark and kinda rain-y and there was a pretty strong wind picking up so they were closing the paper windows when they heard a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" one of the kids, a pig, said. He opened the door to a figure maybe a bit shorter than Po, wearing a long, thick black cloak, revealing three pairs of long, white whiskers, from which droplets of rainwater dripper softly.
"Dude!" Po hissed to the other boy – a rabbit. "That's Tigress! Oh man, I told you this was gonna be an awesome sleepover!"
"Po, you're imagining things," the boy hissed back.
"No way, I'd recognise that cloak anywhere! I have her freaking action figure, man! It's Tigress!"
"May I come in?" the figure asked, further adding to Po's excitement. Yeah – that was her voice! It was totally Tigress!
"Okay," the pig said, standing aside. "Come on in."
"Thank you," the figure said, stepping inside. "I was heading home but I won't make it in this storm."
"Tigress!" Po called out to her. "It's me! Po, from the noodle shop, d'you remember?"
The figure's head snapped round. "I don't know your name."
"You'll have to put up with Po, I'm afraid," the rabbit yawned. "He's a bit Kung Fu crazy. Actually, we – woah!"
The figure, who of course Po had already figured out was Tigress, had removed the hood from her cloak to reveal the face of… well, of Tigress. Po grinned smugly as recognition flashed across Tigress' face as she turned her eyes to the panda once again.
"Yes," she muttered thoughtfully. "The boy from the noodle shop. I remember you now. We were never properly introduced."
"I'm Po," Po said happily. "Welcome to the… well, the head quarters of your fan club."
Tigress looked around, a surprised look upon her face at finding herself surrounded by so many pictures, action figures, etc. of her.
"Awesome," she smirked. Po grinned dazedly and sighed like a teenage girl. The other fan club members were still somewhat in shock.
"We were having a sleepover here tonight," Po said. "Boy, did you get lucky! This is gonna be awesome!"
Po woke up the next morning in the fan club headquarters before everyone else; sat up and looked around. He'd had the most insanely awesome dream last night! Tigress and come to the –
"Don't move," a voice by his shoulder complained. "I'm trying to sleep."
The second Po looked at his shoulder to check what the noise was he had to jam his fist into his own mouth to keep himself from squealing like a teenage girl in a shopping mall who had just been given all the money in China and told they didn't want it.
It was – Gods, was it possible? – Tigress. Asleep. On his shoulder.
When he woke up again, she was gone. He couldn't tell if she really had slept on his shoulder or not. He looked around from his lying-down position but just saw the other two slowly beginning to wake up. So he decided to get up
When Po moved, what he hoped was a sign that her presence had been there dropped onto his mattress. Long-dead; dried-up and shrivelled but still recognisable.
A rose petal.
Po grinned and pocketed the petal. "Awesome."
