I haven't written a Karate Kid/Cobra Kai fanfiction before, even though I've been obsessed with the Karate Kid for as long as I could remember. But I needed to write this after watching season 3 but I still have unresolved feelings regarding the characters' relationships — particularly with the whole Robbie-Sam-Miguel love triangle. I wish that season 3 had a little bit more communication between the characters and less fighting, even though that's what the show is about I guess. I still loved it, but my love triangle needs were left unsatisfied.

That being said, this will draw a lot from season 2 and include some season 3 spoilers. Some scenes may appear to be drawn directly from the series, but I added in my own elements and character internal thoughts to change the mood. I do not own the Karate Kid or Cobra Kai, however I would love to have input in their writing rooms.

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Sam laid in the hospital bed with her arm wrapped up and broken ribs braced, making her appear more broken than ever. Her outer appearance was nothing compared to how mangled she felt on the inside, however. She stared off somewhere toward the windows and grey wall with a soft focus, while her thoughts wrestled back and forth with each other.

She couldn't distract herself with the TV that was on or with her books that her mom had brought the other day. All she could focus on was how terrible she felt about everything that happened over the course of the last three weeks. Her drunken kiss with Miguel at the party; the way she betrayed Robby and he still took the blame for her; when she lied to him and he found out at school the next day; and finally, how all of those actions led to the massive brawl that put Miguel into his comatose state and made Robby a criminal.

Sam wished that she could undo each event as if it never happened. She couldn't envision any way for the current state to go back to normal for anyone. Miguel, if he lives, will at the very least be paralyzed, she was sure of it. And Robby, he has to live with the consequences of his actions, not to mention the emotional turmoil she can imagine he must be feeling. She can't help but worry about both of them. She sent Robby several emails hoping that he could respond with even one word to let her know that he is okay. Everyday she asks her dad how Miguel is doing and he always responds the same way: "He's going to be alright, Sam. Stop worrying about him, I just want you to focus on getting better for now."

She shook her head away from her trance with frustration. Both of her parents keep telling her that none of this is her fault, but when she replays each event that led to the situation everyone is in now, she can only see a trail of her mistakes.

There was a knock at the door that made her jump a bit. "Hey kid, how do you feel today?" Her dad asked as he came through the door holding a stack of Bananarama pancakes — there's been a lot of those lately.

"I'm fine," she responded simply.

Daniel placed the container with pancakes and syrup next to her bed on the side table. "Your arm looks better, I think that Mr. Miyagi's magic-healing-serum is doing its trick," he smiled and sat on the bed next to her.

She stared blankly at the wall in front of her, unmoving.

"Come on Sam, what's going on, you can talk to me about how you're feeling. It's just you and me," he placed his hand gently on her hand.

Sam looked to her dad's face and felt her guard start to falter. All of a sudden tears sprang to her eyes and she had trouble stopping the flow of tears that overflowed down her face.

"Oh Sam, honey," Daniel moved to comfort her in a hug bringing her head to his chest and rubbing her back. "Shh, it's okay, you're alright Sam. I've got you."

She cried into his chest unable to console herself in order to explain why this surge of emotions happened. Once she got her bearings, she began to sniffle and looked up at her dad with puffy eyes and matted hair. "I just," she started with a broken voice. "I just feel so responsible for everything, and I know you and mom keep saying that it isn't my fault but, I just feel so guilty." She wiped her eyes and sat up on the bed to look back at the grey wall where her emotions for some reason didn't feel so strong. "And I just hate everything. I can't help but worry about Miguel and what is going to happen to him. And then Robby," she took a deep breath in, "I don't know where he is, or what he must be feeling. I'm so frustrated dad."

Daniel looked down at his daughter and his heart broke. The majority of his concerns since he got the news about the school brawl have been for Sam and her well-being. He needed to know she would be safe and healed as soon as possible, but he hadn't considered how scared she would be emotionally coming out of this. "Sam, I…" he started, lost for words.

"It's okay, dad. Just if you hear any news about Miguel or Robby or anyone, can you let me know?"

"Look, I know that you care about them, and I love how much you care about people, but you can't worry about everyone, honey. There's too much going on right now to put it all on yourself. Just focus on getting better and I promise everything will be okay."

She gave him a weak smile and hoped that it would be convincing.

"Now, here, I brought you your favorite breakfast. Can you please try to eat a few bites? I will see if I can find out what I can about Miguel's status in the meantime." Daniel brought the tray of pancakes in front of her and prayed that she would eat more than the last time. Truthfully, Daniel was worried about Miguel and Robby too. Even though his last interaction with Robby wasn't great, he still loved the kid like a son, and he was worried that all the progress Robby made to get his life back on track would come crashing down with this incident. He couldn't even imagine what would happen if Miguel didn't make it through.

He felt terrible for what Miguel's family must be going through. If that was Sam laying there in that state he would be beside himself.

Daniel gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and got up to take a trip to the ICU.

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Robby was out of breath and exhausted. He didn't know where he was going, but somehow his body knew the drill and went through the motions to get him out of a bad situation. Once he saw Miguel flip over the banister, he could visualize the dream life that he was living in — a beautiful home, a stable family, an incredible girlfriend, and a bright future — all come crashing down before him.

Sam's voice after she looked up to see Miguel flying-off the second floor ripped through him.

"Robby! What did you do?"

He replayed her voice and face over and over again in his mind. Then the crack. It was too much, and he had to run away. There would be no forgiveness after this mistake. Robby was on his own.

He ran to the LaRusso trade-in lot and looked for the 1993 Dodge Caravan that he remembered taking inventory of a month ago. Once he found it, he punched in the code and took off without looking back.

Driving felt somewhat soothing to him. He hadn't cried yet; he barely allowed himself to think about the events that just played out in his life. Yet, watching the road ahead of him and passing by people on the street who looked at him like any typical civilian was reassuring. They didn't know what he did. They didn't know who he was and how he just screwed up his life. Maybe he could forget too.

Suddenly, he remembered that the LaRusso's track all of the trade-in's and he began to panic. If they found out he stole one of their cars they would think he's a criminal. You are a criminal, he remembered. Either way he had to get rid of it. He reached into the center console where the GPS was plugged in and ripped it out.

Now what, he thought. He looked up ahead and saw a large pile of trash on the side of the road. Robby pulled over onto a side street and ran across the street to throw the GPS into the garbage. He didn't pay attention to whether it made it in or not.

He got back into the car and sped off down the street. For the first time, Robby took a minute to think. Where was he going now? He had nowhere to go. His dad probably doesn't want anything to do with him, he just kicked his substitute-son over a railing. His mom isn't an option — she is still in rehab and probably would force him to turn himself in. Going to Mr. LaRusso isn't an option either since their last interaction involved him yelling at him for messing up his daughter's life, and this incident just proved him right even more.

Robby wrinkled his forehead and tried to not cry. He hasn't cried in a long time, but right now he didn't know how to feel and the amount of emotions were overwhelming.

He has been on his own most of his life, but there was always something to keep him going. For a long time it had been his mom. Even though she was a sucky parent, he knows that she loved him and tried to give him a good life for most of his childhood. When she stopped trying, he had her to take care of. But then he couldn't help her anymore. Then Sam came into his life. He knew that having her and Mr. LaRusso was really too good to be true. The whole family is on a completely different wavelength than he is. He should've listened to his dad and never got involved with their family.

Somehow Robby found himself outside of a convenience store he used to visit a lot when he was living with his mom. He didn't have a lot of money on him except for $10 in his pocket, but hopefully that would give him at least some water and cereal to last two days. Then he could figure out how he was going to get more money or steal food if he had to be on the run for longer.

Robby pulled his hood up over his head and kept his head down on the walk through the store so that he could grab the stuff he needed and get going. Roaming through the aisles with his head down, he looked up when he heard his name coming from the TV.

"...the fight at the West Valley High School left student Miguel Diaz unconscious after being kicked over the second-floor railing by student, Robby Keene," the anchor relayed in front of the high school, which was flooded by emergency vehicles. In the top right-hand corner of the screen was a cropped version of Robby's All-Valley Tournament picture.

He winced at the photo and words coming from the small box on top of the shelf where everyone in the store was watching. He wasn't safe here anymore.

Robby grabbed a box of Wheaties and a gallon of water then fled the store without paying. He couldn't risk going up to the counter and letting the clerk get a close up of his face.

On his way out he could hear someone yelling after him, but didn't give it much thought. So long as he drove away fast enough, he should be able to make a complete escape without facing the consequences.

Any emotion Robby felt before was once again washed away by his instincts taking over, forcing him to go through the motions of running away. If he was going to keep his cover, he would have to take some serious steps to make sure his identity wouldn't be easily recognized.

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I hope you enjoyed it! I have a lot more chapters already written, so if I get a good response I might keep posting! :)