A/N: I own nothing you recognize. Just having fun.

A/U: Johnny and Shannon have two children. Robby and Laura.

******************Trigger Warning: Violence Implied*****************

"Hey, Lou," Johnny smiled when she came in for class that afternoon.

"Hi," she replied but went on back to the dressing room without stopping to talk or even give him a hug like she usually did.

"I guess she's still mad," he told Bobby who was kicked back in the office, watching the students trickle in.

"Of course she is," he replied, taking a sip of the beer he'd nicked from Johnny's fridge. "You embarrassed her boyfriend bad enough that he quit."

"Laura is fourteen, she doesn't have a boyfriend," Johnny replied.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Bobby snickered.

"How would you know?" Johnny shot back.

"I talk to my kids."

"And I talk to my kids."

"I said talk to, not fight with," Bobby replied, not looking up from the magazine he had started flipping through. "When was the last time you talked to Robby?"

"I haven't talked to, or fought with, him since that stupid game," Johnny said, his hands clenching into a fist. Johnny had called him every day and he hadn't answered once. He hadn't even sent him a text to knock it off like he usually did. Robby had given up and Johnny couldn't blame him. He'd stood by helpless when Robby needed him. "Are you going to help today or just criticize my parenting and drink all my beer?"

"I would die if I drank all your beer." Bobby was unfazed by Johnny's suddenly hostile attitude. "Don't get your shorts in a wad. I didn't talk to my kid. Your kid talked to Barbara and I happen to overhear her."

"Laura doesn't have a boyfriend," Johnny repeated. He grabbed a beer and took a long swig.

"If you say so," Bobby smirked. "Should you really be drinking before teaching kids?"

"If you're going to be here, I'll need a drink." Johnny flicked the lid at him.

"You're right. It's going to be embarrassing when I kick your ass in front of your students."

"Like you could," Johnny scoffed.

Laura didn't ignore her dad because she was mad. She just wanted to get changed before Aisha got there. She looked carefully at the large dark bruise on her arm from Gerald grabbing her. It still hurt as she smoothed the sleeve of her t-shirt over it, then pulled on her gi. She went back to the office. Miguel and Ryan were sparing in the middle of the mats with Bert watching them in awe.

"Hey, Daddy." She hugged Johnny. "Hey, Uncle Bobby."

"Hey, Beautiful," Bobby getting up to hug her.

She took a soda from the fridge and sat on Johnny's desk to drink it.

"I was just telling your old man that I could kick his butt. What do you think?" Bobby grinned at Johnny, sitting down beside her and draping an arm over her shoulders.

Laura winced as he inadvertently brushed against the bruise on her arm. "I think Aunt B could kick both of your butts," she forced a smile.

"Still the most diplomatic kid in the world," Bobby laughed, hugging her against him.

It took all she had not to cry out at him touching her arm again. She knew she could tell them and it would stop. There was no way the two men would allow Gerald to keep hurting her. She knew that. Her daddy would beat the shit out of him and Uncle Bobby would throw what was left of him in jail. She could do it. She should do it. But even thinking about it made her heart beat too fast and her mouth to go dry. She set her drink on the desk, suddenly unable to swallow past the lump in her throat. She wasn't a wimp. She wasn't weak. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly and forced herself to think about something else, anything else, like whether Eli was really coming back to class like he said he was. He still hadn't been in school, but he'd texted that he would be at Cobra Kai. She slid off the desk.

"I'm going to go stretch," she explained, slipping out the door past Johnny.

"Lou," he stopped her. "Let's go get some burgers after class and I'll take you home."

"Okay," she smiled genuinely.

Her dad gave the strangest motivational speeches she'd ever heard but she couldn't help the smile that spread over her face when Eli walked in.

He had his hair dyed black and blue and spiked into a Mohawk. He gave her a half smile and winked at her as he took his place next to Aisha.

"I can't believe you like that guy," Ryan said, shaking his head.

"Shut up," she grinned. "You don't want to talk about who likes who. I know your girlfriend, remember?"

"Still," Ryan replied. "That guy?"

"Lawrence, Brown! Is there a problem?" Johnny barked from the front of the room.

"No, Sensei." They said in unison, both biting back laughter.

"Better pay attention," Bobby said, coming up behind them and putting his hands on their shoulders. "When Lawrence and Brown get yelled at, it usually ends with them having to do so many push-ups they pass out."

After class was over, Laura walked over to Eli. "Your mom let you skip school for three days for this?" she asked, reaching out to touch his hair.

"Oh, um.., no," he admitted. "My mom wants me to have another surgery on my mouth this summer. We had to go to a bunch of doctors at Berkeley. This," he pointed at his hair, "Is the bribe for politely listening to what the doctors had to say." He paused for a moment, then added, "Way, way better than ice cream."

"I like it," she laughed, running her hand along the side of his head. "Very you. Are you going to have the surgery?"

"No. I have one more summer before college. I'm not spending it in a hospital," he replied. "I just have to convince my mom of that now."

"Hey," Bobby playfully punched Johnny in the shoulder and pointed through the office window. "Still want to tell me that Lou doesn't have a boyfriend?"

Johnny watched Laura and Hawk for a long moment. "Awe, shit," he said finally, then shrugged, "I'm just going to pretend I don't see that for now."

"Yeah, let me know how that works out," Bobby laughed.

Robby checked his phone for the fourth time in the hour he and Daniel had been training after work.

"Everything okay?" Daniel asked.

"Oh, um..., yeah," he replied, setting the phone down again. "Why?"

"You've checked your phone every time we stop for a moment," Daniel said. "You know, if you need to be somewhere else, I won't take it personally."

"No," Robby said hastily. "It's just.., um.., my little sister is going on her first date tonight. A friend asked her to go to his sister's Bat Mitzvah party with him and she's supposed to text me when she gets home."

"And it's going to be over by 8:30?" Daniel snickered. He picked up his water bottle and sat down leaning back against the wall, looking up at Robby.

"I guess not," Robby laughed at himself. "It's just that I look out for her, you know? And I wasn't there when this guy picked her up so I don't know if he's a decent guy or just another Encino prick...," he trailed off, remembering that he was in Daniel's Encino home. "Sorry."

"Hey," Daniel held up his hands. "I may live in Encino now, but I lived in Reseda in high school. I know exactly the kind of guy you're talking about. How old is your sister?"

"Fourteen."

"Does she have a curfew?" Daniel asked.

"I said nine but I think Mom told her ten thirty," Robby admitted.

"Fourteen, Bat Mitzvah with lots of family and friends around, a ten thirty curfew," Daniel nodded as though he was adding things up in his head. "Sounds pretty safe to me, even if he is just another Encino prick."

"Yeah," Robby smiled. For some reason, hearing Daniel's assessment of the situation made him feel better.

"You know, if she's fourteen, then you're probably just getting started with the dating thing," Daniel said. "You just have to trust that she's a good kid and that she can sort out the pricks from the decent guys on her own. That's easier said than done most of the time, but the more you interfere, the less she's going to listen to you so save it for the ones you really don't like."

"Right," Robby replied seriously.

Daniel took a drink of water, then stood back up. "Come on," he grinned, getting back in a fighting stance. "You're going to want to know karate for those you really, really don't like."

"Right," Robby laughed this time, getting into a fighting stance himself.

"I had a really nice time," Laura said as Hawk walked her to her door.

"I hope it wasn't too...," he shrugged unsure what to say about his sister's more than over the top party.

"No, it was fun," she replied, stopping in front of her door. "This is me."

"So...," Hawk took both of her hands in his. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, suddenly feeling awkward and shy again.

She smiled and nodded, sliding her arms around his neck as she stepped closer to him. He kissed her lips, then hugged her before letting go.

"Talk to you tomorrow?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah."

She watched him leave before unlocking her door and slipping inside. Gerald was sitting at the kitchen bar. She felt the hair on her arms stand on end, instantly knowing that something was wrong. She looked at the stove and realized the clock read 10:45. Her eyes grew wide as she backed against the door, her eyes darting to the door to Robby's bedroom. The open door telling her that he wasn't home yet. She could have sworn that it was only 10:25 when she'd walked up to the door.

"You're late," Gerald said, getting up from his seat and stepping towards her.

"I'm sorry," she said, pressing herself up against the door, trying to make herself as small as possible. "I'm sorry. That clock must be wrong. Look at my phone." She tried to pull it out of her bag, but he grabbed the purse and all and set it on the side table.

"You were told ten thirty," he snapped. "What's it going to take to get you to do as you are told?"

"Please," she pleaded, her heart pounding in her ears. She hated the weakness in her voice but was unable to stop the words from coming out. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake."

"Sorry doesn't make it right," he said, now only inches away as he grabbed her. "You're going to learn one way or another."

Please R and R.