A\N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday--Samahain (holiday to celebrate the Aging Gods), Halloween, and SAD are NOT a good mix, especially for a psychic. Hope this makes up for it!

KAT

I gently stroke Kim's hair, and she moans softly as my fingertips graze her shoulders. I slide my fingernails down Kim's spine, and she nearly purrs with delight.

"Like that, darling?" I ask. I'm determined to distract her, and this is fun for both of us.

"Yeah." Kim admits, and I smile, leaning down.

"Good." I say, gently nibbling her neck. "We can do whatever you want, Kim."

"Chill out?" Kim asks. "Seriously, you sound like a hooker."

I burst out laughing. That's great. I try to seduce her and she says I sound like a hooker...that's just bonzer. "Sorry, darling. I'm trying to seduce you."

"You suck at it."

"I do not!" I say indignantly, smiling. At least she's not thinking about her dad. "I have a whole list of guys who can't walk straight after meeting me."

"Ever try a girl?"

"Once." I admit shyly. "She kind of did the seducing, though."

"Yeah." Kim says, grinning wryly. "That's kinda my point. I can seduce Tommy whenever I want, but I have no idea how I'd seduce a girl."

I roll my eyes. "Thanks a lot."

"If it helps, you're a sexy hooker."

I snort, then lean down and slowly run my toung up her neck. She shudders at the touch. "Then let's play, darling." I offer.

"I've never even thought about a girl like that, you know." Kim warns.

"Well, I don't mind being your first." I tell her. Kim rolls onto her back, and I kiss her, exploring her mouth and running my hands down her body. She arches her back, moaning, and I shudder with pleasure at the way she moves against me.

I sit up, staring at her tiny body under me, hair splayed out, in one of my nightgowns. I purr with pleasure. "You are so beautiful." I tell her.

"You really think that?"

I smile, stroking her chest. "You don't?"

She moans, and I feel a shiver run down my spine, sheer physical pleasure almost overwhelming me.

Then I hear a crash.

I mutter about ten different curses under my breath. "Wait here, darling." I tell her, heading off. I'm better able to take care of whatever this is. I'm the one who's evil, therefore the one who will unhesitatingly kick the butt of whoever is dumb enough to interrupt our fun.

Jason glares up at me under a ski mask, and I sigh. "Jason?"

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Because you're the only one thick enough to break down an unlocked door." I tell him dryly. "You're the one Tommy cheated on Kim with?"

"None of your buisness, you whore."

"One of the preppy clique doesn't like me. I'm mortally wounded." I shoot back.

"More than a preppy clique and you know it." Jason challenges.

I sigh exasperatedly. "Jason? 'Secret Identity' means you don't tell the bad guy who you are."

"Nah. Just save the day."

I frown. How the hell does he expect to do anything without...

Tommy.

Oh, crap.

I dart back to the bedroom. Kim's got her back pressed against the wall, Tommy yanking off his ski mask. "Kim, it's me." He reassures her.

"Tommy, what in the name of the Power do you think you're doing?"

I almost laugh aloud. This is better than cable.

"For the love of god, you sneak up on me in a ski mask..." Kim snarls.

"I'm saving you!" Tommy protests. "Come on, we gotta hurry, okay? You can yell at me for scaring you later."

"I'm yelling at you for trying to kidnap me, you dolt."

Tommy blinks. "Kim? You feeling okay?"

"No, my dad decided to beat me up." Kim snarls. "Tommy, did you even look at my house before you charged over here?"

"No. Why?"

"My dad beat me up." Kim says, in the tone of voice normally reserved for a five-year-old. "And then Bulk and Skull nearly finished killing me. Kat saved me."

Tommy pauses, digests the information, then rejects it as totally contrary to whatever fantasy is playing inside his head. "Come on, let's just get you outta here."

"She said no." I say, stepping in. "Good choice of boys, Kim. This one's hilarious."

Kim smiles reflexivly, and so do I. I was looking for that little smile.

"Sorry, Kat." Tommy says, deciding not to use his head. Before I can morph enough to really fight, though, his fist hits my skull and I collapse.

The last thing I see is the muscle-bound moron taking my girlfreind away.

He is gonna pay for that.