A\N: You were all so paitant while I had to work on school. Here's the reward!

KAT

I look around and smile.

I made the place a palace, full of all the beautiful things I love. The sitting room has an illusion of a fireplace, since I can't get a real one, comfy furniture, and lots of pictures. The kitchen is warm and cozy, a bit like my grandmother's. My bedroom--the one I'll share with Kim soon--is pink and fluffy, although probably not as bad as hers. For a one-bedroom apartment, I really made it look good.

I smirk. Having Magykal talent helps. Illusions are a talent of mine. I glance at my stack of papers. Makes sense, really--my drawings are usually almost perfect. Everything's ready for Kim.

Of course, I have to convince her to come over. She's really, really scared of me, or rather what I represent. I sigh, settling onto the sofa. I want to forget my depression, my horror at what I do, my self-hate. I want to have Kim here, I want to hold her and let her hold me. I want to be happy with her for a while.

I don't want her hurt. I don't like her being so upset. I curl up on myself, my chin hitting my knees. I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe I can get her to talk to me.

"Thinking, kitten?" Rita asks. "Mmm, nice place. Are you torturing Kimmy next?"

"No. She's not worth it."

Rita snorts. "You want to seduce her, you mean." She runs her fingers through my hair. Again. Ugh, stop doing that! "Not brave enough to take what you want?"

"I want her happy."

"You want to use her, kitten." Rita croons. "You know that. Give in to your desires. They keep you safe, keep you away from the Rangers."

"I'm going to kill Tommy, I think." I say idly. I really will, too. "Torture him to death."

"What happened?" Rita asks, a dangerous tone in her voice. I frown. Is she...upset? "Did he hurt you, kitten?"

I almost laugh aloud. Rita Repulsa, trying to take care of someone. "No. Kim. So I'm going to kill him."

I can almost hear Rita's smile. "Well, that's a start. I'll make a warlock of you yet." She steps away. "Don't get distracted, kitten."

She vanishes, and I sigh. Okay. Time to do something, Kat, something that doesn't involve thinking of suicide. I roll my eyes at my own pep talk. Like I ever want to live.

I morph into a cat and streak off. Kim might like my cat form, and anyway, if Rita wants me to 'give in to my desires', I'll finally talk to someone. Of course, she might not be ready to talk...

I freeze. The blood-scent is unmistakable. Worse?

It smells like Kim.

I charge twoards her. Kim is lying in the street, pale and unconcious. I lick her face and taste human blood.

The morph falls off me like water from a stone. I touch two fingers to Kim's neck. Her heart's still beating. I murmer the teleportation spell, and it still feels like too long before the pink carpet appears below us. I scoop Kim up, setting her gently on the bed.

She moans slightly, and I take her hand. "Kim? Kim, sweetie, it's me. Kat. Wake up. Please wake up."

Kim blinks, turning her head to face me, then starts crying weakly. I hold her, letting her sob into my shoulder, waiting for the tears to dry. "Kim? Are you hurt?"

She nods. "I...I think my ankle's broken." She says.

"You're covered in blood, darling," I tell her dryly, getting my first-aid kit. "That's not the only thing wrong!"

"Ha ha." Kim says hoarsly. I feel a pang of rage. She was screaming. I walk over to her and silently touch a finger to her head, reaching out with my mind to find the wound. The red aura jumps out at me, and I look the wound over. Not too deep, but messy.

"I take it you bleed a lot." I tell her, offering her a cloth.

"Yeah." She says.

"Thank the Gods, this isn't fatal." I whisper. "What happened, Kim?"

"I...I don't want to talk about it. Please."

I nod, letting her clean herself up a little. She watches me bandage her side, then gently touch her leg. Just a sprained ankle, but she shouldn't walk on it for a while.

"Kat?"

"Yeah?"

"Why're you being so nice to me?"

I pause, glancing up at her. "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, terrified and angry. Why won't she believe I love her? Who made her this afraid?

"You tried to kill Billy."

Oh. I mentally smack my forehead. Just bonzer, darling, absolutly bonzer. "I wanted to make a point." I explain. "I don't hurt people for the fun of it. And I love you."

Kim considers this while I bandage her ankle tightly. The thoughts are enough to keep her occupied, so I don't interrupt them, instead concentrating on the work. I could try healing her side a bit with Magyk, Gods know she needs it, but how would that react with the Power? The Power is some form of Magyk, I know that...

Kim pecks me on the cheek.

I blink, startled and suddenly ready to break out into song. Then I lean over and kiss her back.

She's shy, not quite ready to accept that we're kissing, so I take charge, sliding my toung into her mouth and gently exploring it. Kim moans, and I feel a thrill run through me at the sound. It's so perfect...

Kim slides her toung in my mouth, and I let her, humming as she starts kissing me. I rub Kim's shoulders, running my nails down her spine. She moans again, and I nibble her lower lip, smiling inwardly as she kisses me a little more roughly, more passionatly.

I move away, kissing her face, behind her ear, then stop as she starts pushing me away. "Kat...no, don't. Stop."

"Sorry, love." I say, a little embarassed.

"I...I just don't want..." Kim stammers.

"Shh." I press my finger to her lips. "It's okay, Kim. I don't mind waiting for you." I kiss her forehead. "I'll get us some cocoa, okay? We don't have to talk. We can just snuggle."

Kim smiles shyly. "I think I'd like that."

Me too.