A/N Happy Monday (not really)! This is the greatest [story]! It's everything you ever want! It's everything you ever need! And it's here right in front of you! This is where you want to be!

Yes, I love the Greatest Showman, what's new? (If you are confused I suggest you watch the Greatest Showman and listen to the ENTIRE soundtrack at least 50 times, it's only healthy) Well, not that I don't own Kickin' It, that's for sure!

After I explained everything to Jack, he looked at all my injuries.

"Kim, your arm is not doing good," he said, alarmed.

"Really? I didn't notice!"

"Sorry, Kim. I don't know how to make it stop. Unless, unless I," He stopped.

He took his shirt off and now was just in his undershirt. I knew exactly what he was doing.

"Jack, really, my arm is fine, you can keep your shirt," I tried to argue.

"No way, you know we have to let your arm heal."

He ripped his shirt and after trying a few different things, it was wrapped around my forearm.

"Thanks," I said, staring at his muscular arms.

Jack noticed and smiled. He stretched and sat up higher. He "subtly" flexed his arms and his muscles blushed.

"Jack!"

"What?" He said, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that he puts me in a trance when he flexes his muscles.

I yawned and closed my eyes for a second. I was so tired I started to lean to the side.

"Kim, I think you should get some rest. You might feel better tomorrow. Let me help you onto the bed."

I tried to move, but pain shot through my entire body. I screamed and fell down.

"Oh my gosh! Kim are you alright!" Jack said, kneeling by me.

I just nodded and wrapped my arms around him as he picked me up. He set me down on the hard bed and pulled the blanket over me.

"Jack what about you?" I asked.

"I can't sleep without knowing you're okay," He simply stated.

I was going to argue but my eyelids became too heavy and I quickly fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up and saw Jack, sitting against the wall. His eyes were open and it looked like he was deep in thought.

"Jack?" I whispered.

He quickly looked up and came to me. "Kim, you're awake! How do you feel?"

"Better. How long was I asleep?"

"Awhile. After a few hours, someone came in but left when they saw you were asleep. I fell asleep to, but I think it has been about 10 hours."

"No wonder I feel so good. I'm really hungry though," I said, just as my stomach growled.

"I am too. I'm sure we'll get food soon."

"I hope so."

We stopped talking for a second before Jack spoke again, now with a smug look on his face.

"So, a princess huh?" He mocked.

I sat up and we moved closer together.

"Castle, ruler, big poofy dresses, balls, princes," Jack continued.

"Shut up!" I said pushing his arm a little.

We talked for a while about princesses, funny memories, and more. After about 45 minutes, someone came in. He walked over to me and started to fiddle with the chains. He didn't look as dangerous as some of the others, so I decided to get as much info as I could.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Wesley."

"Hey, I'm Kim. So what do you like to do for a living?"

Wesley stopped what he was doing and his looked changed to be more firm. He knelt down to my level.

"Listen, Kim. I know you think because you're a princess you can do whatever you want, but you're wrong. So I suggest you SHUT UP!" He yelled.

"Or what? You hardly seem like the guy who would do anything to a princess!" I mocked. I don't know why, but for some reason, I thought it would help.

Someone else came in and asked why Wesley was taking so long.

"She's got a big mouth," Wesley commented.

The new man turned to me. "Oh, so I've heard. Someone ought to teach her a lesson!"

He came over to me and kicked my stomach.

"Kim!" Jack yelled. He tried to help me, but Wesley had unlocked my ankle brace and the new man was in between Jack and me. He lifted me up by my shirt and threw me to the wall. I tried to stand up, but all my bruises and sprained ankle started to ache.

"Let's go," He said.

Wesley came over and picked me up. He flung me over his shoulder and walked out. Before we went into a room, Wesley set me down. I immediately fell to the floor and tried to get back up. He turned around and the man from before came out of another room with some tape.

Wesley ripped some off and put it on my mouth, of course. He lifted me back up, but only held onto my arm as he dragged me into the room, given I couldn't really walk.

He set me down on the chair and the Leader came back.

"I have come to inform you of the progress your parents have been making, and I just want to say, I'm disappointed. They have refused our offer plainly. It is time for us to step up the game."

Step up his game? What is that supposed to mean? I wondered.

"Simon, turn on the camera," the Leader commanded. He turned to face something. I looked around him and saw what resembled a camera.

"Hello, Royal Family. I hope you realize how rude it was of you to refuse my offer. I am afraid in my mind there is no other option than this. I do hope you'll reconsider," He paused. "Oh, and you should know I am increasing the release by 10%."

He walked over to me and pulled out a needle. I tried to scream, but my mouth was covered.

"Don't worry Princess. Now, let's make sure you get the spotlight." He moved the chair I was in forward, in perfect view of the camera.

Oooh cliffy!

Q: Any tests tomorrow?

A: One in Biology over Protein Synthesis and Cell Specialization (pretty easy tbh), Mental Health or something I don't even know, Spanish CVQ, so really not a bad day! (I am not being sarcastic btw, just in case you thought I was. The only 'big' test of those is the biology one but this unit is the easiest one we've had all school year and it seems like common sense to me. Please don't get offended if you find it hard though, we might not even be talking about the same stuff and everyone's brain works differently so...)