Hey guys! I finally bring you Chapter 9!

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Before reading, I'm just warning you not to get confused between the two Olivias, though I do give some help in telling them apart.

Hope you like this chapter, it was kind of hard to convey how Jack and Livvy were feeling and I don't know if I did good enough of a job so that's for you to tell me.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin'it.


Stay Sane Jack


"My name is Olivia."

The world stopped. Sounds were blocked out, time froze and Jack's heart stopped beating. He couldn't get air in his lungs, his chest and throat felt constricted and determined to suffocate him.

He was sure his eyes were as wide as they could get and his jaw was down on the ground but honestly, what the hell was he supposed to do about it all?

Nothing. He could do nothing. He had never been able to do anything and really, since when had the universe worked his way? Exactly, never. So why the hell would it start now?

Did Fate guess that he should've seen it coming? Because, well, in that case, no he did not expect it at all.

What was he to expect even? For his dead wife to come back to life? No wait, correction. Supposedly dead wife. Because right now it seemed as if she'd come back to haunt him.

Suddenly Jack felt as if all sorts of emotions were beginning to swirl inside him but he still couldn't get hhim myself to move. Shock, confusion, anger, and hurtful joy.

Yes, a joy that hurt his every fiber, pulled at his heart in a way that wouldn't even let him enjoy it but just admire excruciatingly from a distance. For that he wanted to scream, shout, curse his shitty life and fate because he should've know that anything good never lasts.

He wanted to laugh out too, let all his bitterness morph into a humorless laugh because damn it, truthfully he didn't even know what he was angry at. Shouldn't he be happy and relieved now that he was seeing Kim right in front of his eyes?

Was this even Kim? Who the hell was she to just barge into his life and - no. That was it. This was not Kim. It was Olivia.

And again, he just wanted to laugh.

No matter how many things Jack had riding inside him, his face managed to stay expressionless. He had worked his jaw shut and had gained a firm and impassive posture, now just glaring at the blonde.

And there she was, still with her hand out-stretched and a giddy smile on her face, as if life was just all about loving, having fun and making new friends. In Jack's opinion, she had obviously never faced and suffered heartbreak.

That one organ that made her feel happy right now must have never been pierced. Well, Jack sincerely hoped it did one day. For how mean that may sound, he didn't give a shit. He was hurting and now, he needed to drag somebody down with him too.

And what better person than the one who resembled the other one that broke his heart in the first place?

From somewhere near his waist, he saw a little hand come up and finally take the out-stretched one.

'Oh yeah. Look Jack, Olivia is meeting Olivia! How cool is that?' His sarcastic conscience bit at him, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"Hi." His Olivia croaked out, and he suddenly wished he could read every single thought running through her brain right now. She didn't need this, any of this.

The older blonde grinned wider and dropped down in front of his little girl, bopping her nose and Jack's hand twitched, fighting not to form a fist.

She must have seen it because she looked up at him and rose up. This time, she smiled at him and took her hand out again for his to shake.

"And you must be her father." Jack stayed still and just stared wearily at her hand. For the longest time, he didn't do anything, just studying the hand that seemed to be morphing into his complete downfall.

But then, he made the mistake of looking into her eyes and after that, it was all just a blur. His arm rose up from his side and his hand met hers. Electrifying warmth shot up from his fingers and to his toes. The ends of his hair raised as his whole body became alert.

He was suddenly very aware of his surroundings and how his chest felt insanely heavy and how there seemed to be an erratic thumping in his ears. It was his heart that went mad at this touch, a madness that made his anger and bitterness fade away so that he no longer felt the urge to yell at her.

He just wanted to know who she was and how all of this was even happening.

Lost in his thoughts, Jack failed to realize in time that Olivia had abruptly released his hand and was now looking at him with a curious and startled expression.

He quickly brought his arm down and cleared his throat, "Uh yeah. I'm Jack. Jack Brewer."

And he stared directly into her eyes as he said that. He focused on those eyes that now only had him in them and searched for any kind of emotion. Anything.

And then he saw it. Realization.

"Oh yeah! You're our new counselor!" Jack kicked himself for getting excited at that look. Of course he was just a counselor for her.

He forced a smile and said, "Yup, that's me. I also have Gabe Martinez and Lance Krupnick with me."

"Right, Gabe and Lance! Nice to meet you guys!" She offered them a smile and they dumbly smiled back, seemingly wrapped up in their own shock.

"Okay cabins now." Olivia now turned her full attention to the kids, "Olivia, you're in Chipmunk Cabin and you boys are in Eagle Cabin, alright?"

The kids nodded at her and she smiled. Then she looked at Jack again, "And you Mr. Brewer are the head of Eagle Cabin."

He nodded and offered a smile, still not trusting his voice. He looked down and saw Olivia begin to tug at older Olivia's shirt until she looked down at her.

"And who will the head Chipmunk be?"The older blonde grinned and crouched down again.

"Me. We're gonna have so much Olivia, I feel it." She smiled her carefree, radiant smile that it was impossible for the little girl not to smile back. And so she did, with Jack still having no clue of what she was thinking of this situation.

He needed to get out of here. It was too much, watching little Olivia have a moment with older Olivia/her-possible-mom was too much for him.

"I'll take the boys to our cabin." He quickly said and motioned for the boys to hurry up. Before going though, he swooped down and kissed his daughter's head.

"I'll see you later Livvy." He felt her nod and mumble out a bye before he was off, in the opposite way from his mounting problems.

It was official. His life had become a joke. A joke to the one person who had the power to control this all.

He needed to have nice little chat with God later.


Olivia stared after her father's retreating figure and sighed. She had given up on trying to find some sense into this situation because it was no use pondering over something too big for her to understand.

She didn't think too deeply into it, all she knew was that she had been happily waiting to start her adventure and then, this woman came into her life. As quick as she had left, she had made a reappearance and Olivia didn't know what to make of it.

First of all, they had same names. How was that even possible? She was Kim, her mom. And it hit her. She was once again sucked into a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.

There was a woman right here with her, looking exactly like her mother, the one person she had been so determined to find three weeks ago and that had appeared in her dreams but then had also suddenly disappeared from them.

The woman that said her name was Olivia.

Why was this so hard? It had taken her a lot of work and self-scolding in order to forget about her stupid dreams so she could focus on her father and their lives, she hadn't been so well until...this.

Was there any hidden message in this? Was it possible that it may be something that was meant to come back? Maybe her dreams hadn't been stupid...

And honestly...she had missed talking to her mommy in her dreams. But she couldn't tell that to ber daddy. She had seen his look when he first saw Olivia, he was crushed. She also hadn't missed the glances thrown her way but she was too busy admiring her mommy in reality.

The more she stared at her, the more she believed that she was in fact her mommy and not anybody else. She may be little but she knew her gut feelings and in this case, what her heart was trying to tell her.

She was tired of listening to her mind, she was tired of pretending that nothing was changing because in reality, everything was.

This, the blonde stunning woman standing in front of her was just a confirmation that her dreams had been real in a way. She was so happy for the game to have ended but she's knew she couldn't just press her with the daughter act.

She still needed to find answers, how this game of Hide & Seek came to an end and how her mom ended up here. But mostly, she needed to convince her dad that this was who he thought she was.

This summer was really coming on to be unforgettable.


"Come on sweetie, let's go." Olivia grabbed her little companion's hand and began leading her towards Chipmunk Cabin. She saw Olivia examine her surroundings and decided that there needed to be a settlement about names if they wanted to make it through all of camp without too many misunderstandings.

So once they were inside and she had set her things on her bed, she beckoned her over.

"Hey I was thinking, since we're both Olivias and Chipmunks too, we might need so nicknames to tell us apart." Little Olivia giggled and she laughed too, sitting on a bed.

"So, what do your father and friends call you?"

"It's just Liv for my friends and relatives but Livvy for daddy." The child explained, sitting next the older woman.

Olivia nodded, "Okay, so we'll leave Livvy for your daddy and I can call you Liv?"

Little Olivia squinted her eyes as she sat there in deep thought, "Well...you could call me Livvy too..." she trailed off and looked up at the older blonde. She was used to Livvy from her mouth and anything else didn't seem right.

Olivia smiled, "Wouldn't your father's be mad? Kind of seems like his thing."

The little girl shook her head, smiling, "Don't worry, he won't mind...he'll understand." She whispered out the last part, which earned her a confused look.

"Okay then, Livvy it is. What about me?" Little Olivia stared at her mom and just continued to admire her every feature. She really was beautiful, stunning in pictures and breathtaking in real life.

Big Olvia smiled confusedly as she's stared back at the little girl, but couldn't help the strange feeling she got since they shook hands. She saw herself reflected into those big eyes and she felt something deep in the pit of her stomach.

The same feeling she got when she shook Jack's hand. She wasn't sure what it was but wasn't going to let it come in the way.

It was probably nothing. But staring into this little girl's eyes should not make her heart beat faster...

"Livvy?" She called out and the little girl snapped out of it.

"K!"

"K?"

"K."

Olivia laughed slightly, incredulous, "K? Why K?"

Livvy grinned and shrugged, "Just cause. It sounds good." Truth was, since she couldn't call her mommy, nor could find something else along the lines of Olivia and since she wanted her to be the closest she could to her real roots, she came up with K.

The simple initial letter of her real name.

"K." Senior blonde, now K, repeated to herself as if she was testing it and found that it rolled off her tongue pretty easily. Plus, it was cool and she liked it.

"Okay, I'm K now. Livvy and K. How does it sound?" Livvy and K both grinned at eachother until the little one answered,

"Perfect."


It didn't take long for the sun to sink below the horizon after the whole meeting, given that Jack and the kids had arrived in the afternoon so soon, it was about to be the kids' first official night at Camp Kickin'it.

Jack had spent the majority of his time settling in with the boys and greeting anyone from the old staff he could find. Surprisingly, half of the staff hadn't changed so it was nice to have some well-known people around.

And of course, he didn't forget his own little girl. Since he refused to meet up with Older Olivia again, he basically kidnapped his daughter from her cabin.

She had laughed and shrieked but nontheless let him carry her away. They needed their alone time anyway.

So here they were, sitting on the forest floor, not too far from camp, with Jack rubbing together two twigs and Olivia watching him from her seat on a rock.

They had somehow managed not to talk about K, just spent their time fooling around the forest but this silence, Livvy decided, had to broken now.

"So daddy." Said daddy looked up from his twigs for a second before returning to his ministrations.

"So Livvy." He teased, knowing full well where this was going. It was about to get interesting.

"What are you doing daddy?" Olivia laughed and Jack stopped for a moment to think it over. What was he doing? Rubbing together two broken twigs...in an attempt to create a fire?

Seriously Jack?

On that note, Jack didn't bother answering and instead, started rubbing even harder and faster while he was sure he was making a complete fool of himself.

And an even bigger one at that when the two pieces of wood just snapped in two and he was left staring dejectedly at the remains.

Olivia laughed harder, "Okay, please stop." She calmed herself down as Jack looked at her, half upset and half amused.

He still didn't say anything as he sat there cross-legged, lips pressed in a thin line and looking down at his broken twigs with an air of a little child who had broken his toy and was randomly giving the silent treatment to somebody.

Olivia stared at him and sighed, getting up from her rock and going over to him, plopping down on the fallen leaves.

"Don't be like this." She nudged him with her shoulder and he bended his legs, resting his arms around the knees.

"Be like what?" He didn't look at her, nor did she as they just kept staring into the darkness.

"Like this." She shrugged and for a while neither of them said anything else.

"Daddy." No response.

"Daddy." Still nothing.

"Daddy talk to her." She went for it straight-forwardly but still didn't get a peep from her dad. But she did feel him flinch and her eyes caught onto how he gripped his arm a bit tighter as if restraining himself.

So he wasn't sleeping with his eyes open.

"Talk to who?" At that, Olivia just groaned and her head shot up to look at her dad more clearly. Honestly, she had enough of this. He should not be the one acting like this!

"Come on daddy, you know it perfectly." Her tone wasn't soft anymore, it was rather reprimanding and firm, the one he used with her at times.

Well, seemed like the roles have been swapped. Another thing to add in the list of 'crazy things that have happened so far at Camp'.

"Oh really?" Jack's eyebrows shot ip challengingly as he finally turned around to look at her. She examined his face and saw that his eyes practically held the calm before the storm. His face was impassive and he seemed almost bored but she was about to get his spark on.

She nodded in response to his question and didn't dare to brake his gaze.

"Tell me Olivia, I'm rather confused. To whom should I talk to exactly?" His expression never changed from the challenging stare and Olivia mustered up all her determination to try and win this.

Had They really come to this that she was supposed to tell her father what to do?

"Olivia." Jack's eyes narrowed as he looked at her with confusion but she knew better than that. He was faking it all.

"But I'm already talking to her." Olivia sighed angrily, this was getting old and rather frustrating.

"Not me daddy, the other Olivia." She gave him a 'you-know-what-I'm-talking-about-so-just-do-it' look.

But of course, she had inherited her stubbornness from two sides and not only one.

"The counselor?" He snorted, looking away from her. Olivia couldn't believe her ears, he actually laughed! What was happening to him?

"And talk about what? Tomorrow's activities? Pretty sure it's not that important for me to discuss it with her."

Olivia brought her hand up to her face and slid them down it, literally feeling her patience dripping away. What was she supposed to do to get her father to go talk to K just for five minutes?

"Daddyyyy!" Jack knew he was pulling all her strings but she needed to know that he wasn't going anywhere near that lady. He didn't know her, had nothing to do with her and never will. They were just at the same camp by chance and that was it.

No need to stress it. No need to make this into another disastrous game.

No fucking need to have this come out into another distructive attempt at making a fairytale that would leave them at stray for real this time.

Wasn't she one to learn from her mistakes?

"What Olivia?" He kept using her full name and she still wasn't getting it. He swore that if this ended up like that night in their kitchen, he was gonna pack up their bags and just drove home right taht instant.

He had been at camp for mere hours and he was already like this. So much for a relaxing vacation. So much for it being special.

"Just go tal-"

"We have nothing to talk about Olivia, I don't have any business with her." Still looking forward into the darkness of the forest, he kept his voice stern and icy in hopes of getting his message through loud and clear.

He didn't hear anything from Olivia and for a second, felt bad for taking it out on her. How many times was he to repeat that she didn't need any of this? This was not fair.

"Let's go back." He stiffly stood up and looked down at her, offering his hand. She didn't take it, just merely glanced at it and got up herself, and for the entire way back, neither of them exchanged a word.

But maybe if Jack had bothered to look close up, he would've noticed the tears running down his girl's face.

She didn't want to cry, she was a strong girl but she couldn't help it. She hated it when her father ingnored her and in her opinion, as of now he was turning into a monster. If he would just listen to her he would make it all easier.

Why couldn't he see that she was trying to help him? Will he ever?

Before it was too late?


The fire crackled in the dead of the night, its flames slowly dying under the stare of a seemingly calm man who had a troubled soul. He stared into the flames as they danced into his eyes, a pair of brown attentive orbs that never left the fire.

Everybody else had gone to sleep long ago after a bonfire and after making sure all the Eagles were in bed, he had come out again only to take his spot on the log and just sit and stare.

He didn't know what to do with himself anymore, he felt strange. He felt numb and alive at the same time, like he wasn't floating in between two worlds.

He was turning into an emotionless monster, so much that now he couldn't even comfort his own daughter. Yes, he did see her tears in the end but being the newly found stubborn mule that he was, he just let her walk off and into her cabin.

Was he for real now? Turning against his Olivia because of some other Olivia?

A gish of wind sweeper by and he felt goosebumps coming on but didn't get up, he needed his alone time. He was seriously thinking of just packing their bags and go home but wasn't that cowardice?

Jack Brewer was no coward and he was gonna face this like a man.

But everybody had their breaking point and he had reached his a long time ago. Maybe this was the right moment to have that little chat with God. And so, he opened his mouth and directed his gaze up when someone beat him to it.

"Hey." His head snapped in the direction of the voice and suddenly, he felt as if his all body were on fire, like he had been engulfed by those same flames that had made him feel numb just a few moments ago.

There in front of him stood none other that Olivia-the-cause-of-problems herself.

Great. Just what he needed.

"H-hi." He mentally kicked himself for stuttering and quickly regained his cool. He watched her as she glanced around his sitting place.

"You mind if I join you?"

Yes, yes I do.

"No, feel free to sit." She flashed him a smile that he couldn't offer back and so, just directed his gaze back into the foe as he felt her sit down on the log beside him.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

And suddenly, Jack was transported back into another tell-tale memory that had him and Kim sitting in this very position in front of the fire on their first night at Camp.

"So Jack." She plopped down next to him and crossed her legs. He hummed in response and sighed.

"What do you think of the place so far?"

"Not bad actually." He nodded as he looked around, "Seems like they have some pretty cool stuff to do and besides, it is a karate camp."

Kim laughed and dropped her head onto Jack's shoulder as they both sighed in content.

"So you reckon we gonna have fun?" She asked her best friend, holding onto his arm as wind blew.

"Totally." And taht was enough confirmation for Kim as the two best friends sat there and just stared into the flames until they became smaller and smaller.

Jack huffed, momentarily forgetting that he had company but realizing it soon enough when the blonde cleared her throat. He looked at her and she looked back, neither of them uttering a word.

Until she broke the silence.

"So...Jack," she hesitated and he guessed he ought to give her some sort of sign in order for her to continue. So he nodded and she went on, "What do you think of the place so far?"

Jack's eyes widened as his whole body froze all over again. Seriously? Was this conversation going to be like this?

"It's actually not my first time here." He gruffly said, but Olivia apparently didn't notice it as she got excited over this new discovery.

"Really?" He nodded and went on.

"Yup, used to come here in my teen years. Eight years passed since the last time." He didn't go too much into it, seeing it safe to end it there. Olivia nodded in understanding.

"That's why I've never seen you here until now."

Two blows, one in the gut and one in the heart. Jack's body stiffened as his spine straightned, as if protecting himself from other possible bodily harm.

But that as it, it wasn't physical pain she was inflicting, it was something much more that she had no clue she was causing.

She just sat there normally, looking into the fire. Jack didn't even know why he was making such a big deal out of this. Of course she hadn't seen him before, they had just met!

But he had seen her...he was married to her.

'No Jack! She's not Kim dammit!'

He repeatedly reminded himself that this was Olivia. Not Kim.

Olivia, some sort of look-alike of his dead wife that was just trying to make some friendly conversation with him.

Olivia, a woman he had never before met in his life and that he needed to act civil with for the rest of the summer.

Olivia, someone who was not Kim.

Olivia, someone who little Olivia had to realize was not her mom. Livvy couldn't fall for this, there was nothing to fall into!

Jack felt like shouting again, felt the urge to just rip his hair out and scream until he was sore and had let it all out. He was gonna go insane in repeating that this was not Kim.

And then, the urge to cry hit him. Why was all of this happening? Couldn't he have gotten a Milton look-alike or a Jerry look-alike?

"So how did you get this job?" Right. He couldn't shout or cry, he had company.

"Uh, I kind of needed to be here for the kids since they're still too little and since I was a counselor before, they took me in." He was surprised by how calm and collected he sounded while in reality, he had his emotions bouncing around inside him.

"That's sweet you did for the kids." She smiled the softest of smiles and Jack lost it. He melted into it and saw none other than Kim in that moment, letting himself truly believe that it was her.

"K..-" A strangled call that seemed to be enough for her. She laughed and he was snapped out of his trance.

What just happened?

"So she told you about it too! That's right, I'm K now." She told him, chuckling.

Seriously, what was she talking about?

His confusion must have been noticeable because she looked at him curiously and elaborated, "Little Livvy came up with K as a nickname for me and it was totally out of the blue. But I like it, it's cool."

Jack didn't say anything, didn't even know what to say as he just sat there and thought about how Olivia had come as far as calling her K. What else was she willing to do?

Because this was not Kim.

And again, Jack was at a battle with himself again, a battle that he was sure would escalate into a panic attack.

He needed to stop this. He needed to-

"You can call me K too if you like, you're gonna have to tell us apart anyway." She shrugged, a teasing smile on her face.

She was just always happy, wasn't she? Never frowned or anything...

"Uh, o-okay." Another dazzling smile shot his way as she turned her face to his side, the flames hitting her face at the perfect angle and making we glow in just the right way.

Everything else faded away, his heartbeat echoed in his ears as he admired her beauty, feeling so close to her yet so far away.

Please God help him, this was too much. Just tell him already if this was his Kim or not. Just tell him all the meaning of this so he could sleep at night.

"Alright, I'm gonna head to bed now, it's really late." And just like that, she broke the trance they were in and with another smile, she got up from the log and before he could even say goodnight, she walked off.

Well, that was odd. Was it only him or did she walk away too fast as if escaping him?

Jack looked back down at his feet and thought hard, then shook his head. He was going mad, nothing was wrong with her, it was him who was losing his head.

It was him who needed answers and needed them fast because this self-screwing couldn't go on.

He sighed loudly and looked up at the starry sky, trying to find words to finally say to God but came up with nothing.

Why put it in words anyway? He was God, he knew everything already.

But couldn't he help him then? Put him out of his misery? Make him see some light in this dark hole of confusion and pain?

Or at least, clear up his mind so he could deal with all of this with a sane state of mind?

"K." He muttered out as he sat up from the log too, dusting his shorts off. He gave one last look at the still blazing fire and shook his head, deciding that it was enough for the night.

And so, he went into his own cabin, but maybe, if he again had bothered to pay attention to his surroundings, he would've seen said K standing at the door of her cabin, hand on the doorknob and body twisted towards the door but her head to him.

Maybe if he had stayed a second slinger, he would've caught her gaze.

Maybe, the look she was giving him might have been some help to his dilemma.

But of course, he was Jack.

He always made things harder than they should be.


Alright, there you go! Hope it was okay and tell me what you thought about it! I hope to update sooner and I really hope you're not losing your mind like our dear Jack XD

Haha, thanks again and until next time,

-Alex