[Dave's POV]

Dad was out at work tonight, yet another double-shift, and I just needed a break from the whole Kick-Ass thing (just for one night), so the lights were blacked out, and I was passed out on my bed. It was a quiet night, and even if Hit Girl couldn't be out protecting the city, I had the utmost faith in my team, so I was able to sleep with a relatively clear mind. That, and my body fucking hurt from all the abuse it had undergone, even with the metal plates and fucked-up nerve endings. But even as exhausted as my body was, Mindy had trained my mind to become more alert, so even in my sleep some burgler couldn't get the drop on me.

Stealthy even a dress and on my creaking floorboards, I could barely hear her climbing through my window, but because of who she was, there was no doubt in my mind that she had wanted me to hear, or else I never would have known she was there. Mindy really was like the real-life Miho.

"Dave?" Her voice sounded so soft, at first I wasn't even sure if I was still dreaming or not.

She sounded off through, so I immediately knew that something was wrong. Popping up, I reached for my nightstand, turning on the light while I was there, just to be sure that I really was seeing Mindy. I was right - she was crying, and looked like she had been for a good fifteen, twenty minutes. What did those cunts do to her?! Oh, God, they didn't-?!

"Oh my God, Mindy?! Shit. What are you doing here?" I wanted to know that she was ok, but I was also curious to know what would bring her here - to me of all people - especially after how she had blown me off lately. I swear, if I find out that those little whores did anything to really hurt her...!

Brave as always, she tried to laugh it off, but by the look on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't buying it herself, "I needed to see my Robin, I guess." Walking over to the bed, she sat down at the edge.

"You ok?" It was a dumb question. I don't know who moved first, but I think it was me, giving her a comforting hug.

She broke away first, shaking her head, "I don't know what to do! Those girls... They're evil."

Girls. Alright, well at least there weren't any guys involved. Mindy could handle herself if any jack-off got the wrong idea and tried to force himself on her, but if it had been a group effort... Well, girls were something that she could handle.

"It's just high school. Who gives a shit? You should be out there, in the real world - making it a better place." It probably sounded like I meant as Hit Girl, but strangely, I didn't mean it like that, not this time. Mindy was amazing, so no matter where she went or what she ultimately did with her life, I knew that it was going to be good.

"I can't..." That recalled the day that she rejected me.

And since she only wanted to see it that way, I couldn't tell her otherwise. "I know, you promised your dad. But he's not here anymore. This is your life - you've gotta life it."

The head shaking didn't seem to ever stop. "How am I supposed to face them tomorrow? I don't know if I can."

"Why?" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, "You're smart, you're beautiful," It was funny, because I recalled complimenting Katie first for her looks, then for her personality, and I only gave her two or three. "you're funny, you're the strongest person I've ever met, you can do anything!" She smiled at me. "And you're Hit Girl! It doesn't matter if you're wearing a mask or make-up - it's who you really are."

At least she wasn't crying anymore, so that was already an improvement. I hated seeing her cry. "So what should I do? Cut their tongues out?"

I could feel my eyes go wide, "NO! Definitely not!"

She chuckled, already going back to the Mindy McCready I knew, "I'm fucking with you."

It was my turn to smile at her, "Just beat them at their own game, by being yourself."

Her smile grew, and before I knew it, she grinning as a plan formed in her mind, "You know, I think my daddy would have told me the same thing. Thanks Dave, you're actually kind of good at this - who knows, you might even make a good dad someday."

Something told me that she wouldn't be saying that if she knew that I wanted nothing more than to pull her close into my arms and never let her go again. She would probably scream and shout at me if I hinted at half of the things running through my mind right at this moment. If I even tried, she would probably deck me... So why did I do it?

On so many levels, I was aware that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. All I could do was watch myself from afar as I pulled her back into my arms, hugging her at first. She was clearly confused by what I was doing - hell, I didn't even know what I was doing myself - but she didn't show much resistance to the friendly gesture. As much as I wanted to take that as a good sign, it was probably just because she was still in a vulnerable place. God, what kind of a scumbag am I to take advantage of that? Mindy was my friend, for Christ's sake!

Apparently not as big a scumbag as I thought, because she was suddenly in my lap, kissing me! I don't know how far it would have went in my automatic state, but the minute that her lips were pressed against mine - tasting like suguar-coated strawberry - I was back in my own body, fumbling around inside my head as I tried to make sense of how - or better yet, why - this was happening. Was it even remotely possible that she had been wanting this the entire time?

No... No, it wasn't... This must have been a dream, because there was no way that Mindy McCready would ever want me...

[Mindy's POV]

I wasn't expecting it when Dave suddenly grabbed me for that last hug - proof of just how much those fucking cunts had shaken me - but it was probably just him saying goodbye, that he wanted to get some sleep. That made sense - I had woken him up in the middle of the night. Knowing Dave, that was probably all it was ever going to be...

Fuck it! After what those assholes had pulled, this night couldn't get any worse, and who knows, if I was really lucky, Dave probably wouldn't even remember any of this in the morning anyways...

So, I jumped on him. That was stupid of me, given that he had more experience than I did at things like this, but I just wasn't in the mood to add any masochistic torture to my dance card, not tonight. And it wasn't like this had any bearing on the matter, but I knew that I couldn't go back home, not yet, not if I wanted to keep this from Marcus. He had enough to worry about without my bullshit.

It went without saying that I had no clue what I was doing, but Dave did, his mouth guiding mine into the proper form, his hands gliding around my waist. I'm not going to lie, there was something kind of appealing about having him take control - for once - his arms pulling us down to the bed. There was a lot of strength in his movements (as his former instructor, I was glad to see that he was keeping up with what I had started to teach him), but there was something gentle about it too, as if he were giving me the opportunity to change my mind at any second.

Either someone had spiked the air with pheromones, or Dave had been holding back feelings... Feelings for me... Tch, that was just retarded, because why would he want me? Sure, I could make him look like a total pussy (and that was without bringing Kick-Ass and Hit Girl into the picture), but I wasn't... I mean who would want me? Bad-ass only went so far... I might have given him shit for it, but Dave could probably get any girl he wanted, and after his last girlfriend, why would he move on to me?

Ok, so if any of this story could be called cannon (which obviously it can't), this chapter is probably even less so, since most of the rest of it fits in a possible, between-the-scenes kind of place, as opposed to to a flat-out rewrite. That explanation was probably pointless, but for my own sake, I had to say it. And anyways, I should say that I really loved that scene in the movie, but was super pissed off because I feel that more should have come from it than just that awkward hug. And am I the only one that wondered if the awkwardness wasn't just Dave's 'hey, back up, you're too young for me' guilt, or if it was just really awkward between the actors themselves? I dunno, I wonder these things from time to time... I've said it a couple of times now, but I'll say it again - a large part of this story is just me trying different things (like guy-on-guy and batshit OCs), and this particular chapter just so happens to be first-person. That's something I have done in the past, but it's been such a long time since I've gotten into the heads and hearts of just one character at a time.

And I say damn you, grape, for your lack of sex appeal! I wanted to say that Mindy would probably use grape flavor over strawberry lip-stuff, but it just didn't sound quite as sexy... Oh well. So what do all of you think? About the chapter, I mean. Hell, you can weigh in about the flavor thing if you want, but that's really non-issue for me. Oh, and speaking of reviews, I want to thank Kyle37 for your two reviews!

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