A/N: So, a little twist here, but bear with me: I have a plan for all this madness.

BuzzFeed post made Jack a topic of discussion at school, but it is hard to get excited about a guy you knew for at least three years. Most students just made jokes about Jack and 'his physique' and the 'young couple' bit. Kim had faced some jealous glares from the likes of Donna Tobin, but ultimately, it made little difference in Kim's life, because she was not mentioned by name.

Then Jack got a word that he was nominated for the Kids Choice Awards. As a Favorite Male Buttkicker. Kim laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes and snorted a little. He was shocked and marveled at the coincidence of the BuzzFeed post and the awards nominations. Was the choice influenced by the post? His agent was ecstatic and Jack was now mentioned more often in the media. Most of it was a tongue in cheek, but behind the silliness of the category was some genuine interest. Suddenly, everyone wanted a little story about young breakout action star and Jack had firmly refused to reveal any particulars about his whereabouts. He also refused school paper from printing anything on him. As it was, a video of his matches in LA competition surfaced and people knew that he trained at the Bobby Wasabi dojo. Rudy dusted of his "Rudy Gillespie, sensei to the stars" speech and cards, because there were many more calls and visits to the dojo.


Eric was a young reporter, although that may be overstating things, for one of many news aggregator sites. He wanted a break, a story that would put him above others. Most people would scoff at the throwaway assignment in a sleepy little town of Seaford, but Eric saw opportunity. He was here mostly to find out where Ricky went and who did he see in the hospital. Eric was digging for any details: was Ricky courteous, did he chat with other fans, did he take pictures, did he go anywhere else. Eric wasn't looking to snipe at the star: he was ready for any kind of spin. As it was, this would be a boring 'star doing something nice for a sick fan' spin. Ricky was there, shook hands, smiled, sang a little, signed a bunch of stuff, and not once cursed during the entire event.

Eric was ready to leave with nothing more than a feel good story, when an ambulance brought in a tall portly man in the most hideous getup Eric ever seen. He had long black hair in a vaguely Asian style, was wearing a colorful kimono and too much jewelry. He was screaming and shouting and holding his stomach in obvious pain. Interestingly, he was surrounded by ninjas. Eric never seen anything like this before and started taking pictures on instinct. Nurses and orderlies rushed to man's side, but he was kicking out and ordered his ninjas to keep all at bay, adding that he didn't trust anyone here to treat the Bobby Wasabi. Oh, this was a much better story. A star of yesteryear belligerent and rude in the hospital? Solid gold of a story.

A head nurse showed up with two men nurses ready to reason with a has-been, when a young woman, a teen really, in candy striper outfit ran to Bobby's side. "What happened? Bobby, are you alright?"

The man, Bobby, grabbed her hands and wheezed out, "Kim, my girl, don't let anyone touch me. I don't trust them. I have been poisoned, I swear. Please, stay here with me. I have no one here..." he was fading fast, obviously in great pain, and the girl, Kim, nodded to him placating. "I'll stay. I won't leave you. The doctors here will take good care of you."

"You are good girl. And a good martial artist. A pride of my dojo. Stay with me, please," he fainted and Kim looked up at the nurses with huge eyes swimming in tears, "DO SOMETHING!"

There was a rush of movement and action and Kim was pushed to the side. She followed the gurney with Bobby to the main hospital wing.

Eric was momentarily shaken by the undeniably genuine emotions that were displayed here, but soon recovered and thanked his lucky stars that brought him to this tiny hospital. A great scoop indeed. Aging former star, either genuinely sick or paranoid, belligerent behavior, and a young attractive girl to spice up a story or a picture. It was quite cinematic when they held hands.

When the triage room cleared Eric saw that only a woman at the volunteer coordinator desk was left. He turned to her and trying his best charming smile asked, "Was that Bobby Wasabi... Jill?" Eric added her name that was visible on the tag.

At her nod, he continued, "What is he doing here in Seaford? You'd think he'd be at Beverly Hills somewhere in the mansion."

"Oh he has a mansion," the middle aged woman looked like she was dying to gossip - the best people in Eric's books. "It is so very grand. And the ninjas. They say his mansion is like an impenetrable fortress. You know, some people have been there and they say that he has themed bathrooms, like a disco theme bathroom. Isn't that just insane?"

Oh, this was getting better and better, thought Eric. He nodded encouragingly and said, "I bet you don't have anyone like this living in Seaford. Do you know why he lives here?"

"No clue, but he has a studio here and he goes there often. Not to train anyone, of course, but he likes to see the new students."

"Oh. Was that girl one of his students?" Eric carefully maneuvered the conversation.

"Kim? Oh, she is a Wasabi girl. And she volunteers here. Such a nice girl. And sings too, you know."

"Wasabi girl?" Eric was like a hound dog that sensed the prey. "Kim is a Wasabi girl?"

"Yes. And she is a martial artist too. You know she has a black belt. I always tell my nieces that they should be like Kim: she is polite, accomplished in arts and athletics, has good grades, volunteers here and at the animal shelter. And such a good daughter too. Always checking in with her dad. But then dads and their little girls are always extra close."

"Yes, yes they are."

Eric had his story.

Unfortunately for him, his editors had no interest in the action star of the yesteryear and put the story on hold. Eric was told to write the post on the boring visit of Ricky Weaver to see a sick fan.

It would be another two weeks, when there was a lull in the celebrity news, that the editors decided to run the Bobby Wasabi story.


Kim entered Rudy's office to find Bobby lounging there at the desk. He recovered nicely from his food poisoning, which also claimed Jack and Jerry as its victims (Milton vowed to never eat at Phil's). Bobby was genuinely grateful to Kim for her company and support in the hospital. Of course, Bobby being Bobby, was showing his gratitude by being generally a nuisance and Kim felt little reservations in breaking the news to him cold turkey.

"So, when were going to tell me that you're my father?" She demanded with the fiercest of scowls.

Bobby dropped the coffee he was drinking, splattering it everywhere. He didn't seem to notice. "Excuse me?"

Kim looked down at the mess on Rudy's desk and the splatter of coffee on her gi with a pout. "Bobby! This gi is white. Do you know how hard it is to get the coffee stains out?" Behind her she heard Rudy squawking, and she turned to flash a bright smile at him. "Sorry Rudy. I did not know he would be so shocked."

"Your father? Someone thinks he is a father?" Rudy was a picture of dismay.

Bobby waved a hand distractedly. "Not the point! The point is- the point-" he stalled, then spluttered, "Father?"

"I mean it is possible to think that," Rudy said thoughtfully. "The ages are about right."

Bobby glared at Rudy and flicked a pencil at him. "No! I will not have such talk! First of all, I am in the prime of my life. Just barely into my middle age. And you-" he waved in Kim's direction. "You are entirely too old to be the daughter of a young, virile specimen such as myself. I mean, look at me."

"Actually, Bobby, you are at least twenty years older than Kim, which is a perfectly reasonable age difference for you to be-" Milton began.

"Ah nopenopnopenopenope. Don't say it!" Bobby snarled, holding his hands over his ears until Milton stopped. When he finally uncovered his ears, he glared at everyone. "Explain."

"You can thank you own larger than life persona and, apparently, a 'source close to you.'" Kim added with a nonchalant shrug. "There's an article claiming I am your daughter."

"You better be talking about my muscular physique, girl." Bobby was quickly losing all the gratitude.

"Would you like the honest answer?" Kim raised her brows and stared down at Bobby.

"You see this?" Bobby asked Rudy, ignoring Kim. "These are ungrateful children. How did you discipline them?"

"What can I say?" Kim smirked. "I'm a teen and I suppose to hate my parents on principle. You're not my real dad!"

Bobby winced and asked, "What is the story here though? How did they figure you and I are related?"

Kim showed him the pictures on her phone, "See, here, you and I are at the hospital holding hands. This was right before you fainted, but they did not publish that."

"So? I was in pain and thought I was dying. You were a familiar face. How do they jump from this to father-daughter?"

"Well you were calling me your girl. And they quote a source that apparently told them that I am a Wasabi girl. They even printed it as my name: Kim Wasabi." Kim waited for the pin to drop.

"You are a Wasabi girl," Jerry said. "We all are Wasabis."

"Oh... oh... OH," Bobby's eyes grew in realization. "That's it? That is the story? Oh my god, how do they even publish such rubbish?"

"No clue, but I want a pony now, Daddy." Kim said cheekily waiting for reaction.

Bobby whirled back to her. "Ugh, no, none of that. I am not father material! Can you imagine?"

Kim cackled finally losing her game face. "Oh my God, the look on your face! People's faces in the school. The look on my parents faces. You should see comments on this thing! People are insane."

Jack added smiling wide, "Yeah, some are saying its like a secret love child angle."

"Some say that genes were nice to Kim, that she must be taking after her mother," Milton added and then mumbled apologies at Bobby's glare.

Kim went on, "And you have obviously made sure I am a karate master like you. And you live here in Seaford away from Hollywood. They even praise you for that."

Bobby stopped scowling, "Wait a minute! People are actually talking about me right now?"

"Well, yes. Not like the big media outlets, but enough."

Bobby stopped and looked at Kim. Kim stopped and looked at Bobby, already shaking her head no.

"I can get you a pony," Booby offered.

"No!"

Milton looked at the two and then groaned, dropping his head in his hands. "Oh, no."

"Oh, yes," Bobby said gleefully.

"What's going on? What did I miss?" Jerry was looking at everyone askance.

"Please Kim. This is the most attention I have received since that almost marriage to a Black Belt Widow. Back then people just pitied me and thought me a mid-life crisis idiot. This is so much better."

"But its a lie, a fabrication. I don't want to be part of it," Kim could not believe Bobby was asking her this.

"We would not be lying. We just would be ignoring the article and continue to be ambivalent about it."

"No, you should issue denials. I mean I can't because I am a non-entity and I don't have publicists." Kim was insistent.

Milton thoughtfully said, "Kim, wouldn't denial be something expected if you are in fact a secret love child of Bobby? And the more Bobby denies, the more people think there is something there?"

"Yeah, mystery blonde, who inspires sad love songs. Ricky denied rumors, but people believe what they want," Jack said with a frown. He was sure that Ricky harbored feelings for Kim and was very uncomfortable at even a suggestion of a connection between them.

"See, Kim, maybe its best to just let the story die on its own. Don't give it oxygen with any added commentary," Milton said seriously and Kim was now unsure about the course of action.

She looked into Bobby pleading eyes that reminded her of the time in the hospital, when he was lying sick and faint, and she finally nodded her head, "Fine. But if paparazzi swamp me, I want a contingent of ninjas with me at all times."


Fan exchanges re: Jack Brewer

jbgirl: did you hear that JB is dating Bobby Wasabi's daughter! She is the black belt friend!

bbelt: what!? where did you read that?

jbgirl: look for any story about Wasabi girl and then look at the pictures. its her, she was with Jack at the studio. her name is Kim. and together they are Kick!

bbelt: omg! you are right! and Kick! how perfect!

jbgirl: you think Bobby Wasabi trained Jack himself? oh, that's just awesome. and they are, like, best friends too.

bbelt: oh, i just read that her dad was sick. how awful are these papps! he was sick and she was crying and they're taking pictures.

jbgirl: yeah, but she has Jack to console her.

bbelt: yeah...