A/N: Well, I kind of lost inspiration on this story. I planned to delete in on early December but then the inspiration came back after I thought about the future chapters and that kept me going. You'll never know what the result is if you don't finish the project.

So...sorry for the long wait. I'm not great a updating fast.

Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It except the plot.

Wasabi Warriors

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Chapter Three: The Topic

It had been weeks since the incident with Milton. Her mind kept rewinding the scene, the shattering sound that echoed through the walls of her ears. She shivered, yet her hands longed to crashed upon a wooden board. To feel the pride that surges through her body, that pride that kept her confident in 'girl power' strong and realistic.

That pride had faded long ago. Along with the over-confident, and stubborn old self. The one that would rip off a beanie because it was bothering her head, yet now, that beanie sat comfortably on her golden and loosely curled locks. Her fingers brushed the woven material before dropping her fingers in a defeated sigh, she couldn't recognize herself, Kim Crawford.

The tough Kim Crawford drifted away, bit by bit the moment the Wasabi Warriors did. Slowly it was replaced by a quiet, vulnerable girl, constantly scribbling her thoughts down on a worn out notebook, where pages were folded and crumpled, edges were frayed. She was often spotted on the ground, her knees pulled up tightly against her chest, the notebook balanced on her knees and her pencil in her grasp, her back rested against her locker door.

Kim gazed down at her blank paper. Her mouth remained closed and yet she longed to speak out something, loud and sarcastic and fill the triumph grin take over her features.

What happened to the Bobby Wasabi Dojo?

She quickly scribbled down on the loose-leaf paper. Her paper was due next 2 months, it consisted of a research. Something different, something that was important to her that caused her life to take a tumble. It could be a building, people, family, and friends. She blinked, her eyes stayed on the single sentence before she grinned. Her mind had registered that fact that cracking the mysterious reason of why the Bobby Wasabi Dojo would cause a ripple in the local town.

Exactly what she needed to bring herself and her friends together. A topic that reminded them of the past.

Her thoughts were startled as the loud, stomping of heavy feet caused a vibration throughout her body. Her fingers lost grasp on her pencil, the lead cracked under the impact of the hard marble flooring. Kim gazed up in wonder, and her eyes caught the vibrant colors of golden and sky blue. The jocks have arrived to once again, rule the school.

The old Kim would have rolled her eyes, but this Kim had simply bit her lip and turned her gaze away.

Why was it so hard to break the shell that she developed? That question stumped her completely, she sat there thinking. Then she rose, her hands grasping the notebook and pencil closely to her chest. She stumbled, her mind foggy from her question. As she slowly started walking, her eyes missed the blurred group of dancer, strutting down the halls.

Kim barely reacted as the one of the student had stumbled back to avoid the flinging arms of the dancers, the back hit her front. Kim let out a breath of disbelief before her heel slipped on one of the pages that had fell from her notebook, her arms dropped the notebook and pencil. She threw her arms out behind her to catch her fell, yet the impact left her winded.

The pounding of the feet had left her, her senses had slowed. A hand shot out in an offer to help her up. Normally, Kim would have slapped the hand away, feeling as if she was a damsel in distress. But her hands grasped the tanned pair, the person held on her hand tightly. Sparks ignited the moment they touched, but Kim barely registered the feeling when her eyes snapped up to meet a pair of warm chocolate brown eyes.

Her eyes darted to studied guy's face. Brown locks fell to his eyes, but his free hand ran his fingers through his hair to push it back. It was the one person she'd never thought she would come face to face ever since the closing of her beloved dojo. Jack.

She froze at the sight of him. Shock graced his features at his sudden actions, Kim quickly released their hands and coughed awkwardly. Her eyes eyeing the gold and blue jacket that hugged his muscles tightly. She gulped at the sight of him before turning head, her eyes spotting her fallen materials and quickly bent to grasp it. Her mind turning foggy at their sudden meeting.

It took a few minutes for her to realize that she was still facing the lockers. She closed her eyes and bent her head lower, there never had been so much tension between them. Her fingers played with each other, brushing the tingles that erupted from Jack's touch but oblivious to Kim's mind. She turned once again, her mouth opening before closing before reopening once again.

She muttered a quick, "Bye." so quietly it was barely audible. Kim turned sharply and sped down the hall. But Jack's ears managed to hear her angelic voice, a warm smile graced his features at the sound of Kim's voice. Kim was dumbstruck that Jack had managed to remember her after all those years, even if he hadn't noticed it was her, he had stayed and managed to recollect the memories at the sight of her.

A piece of paper caught Jack's eyes. He bent, his fingers grasped the paper before turning it to find a sentence written on it. He figured it might have fallen from Kim's notebook, his eyes scanned the words before lowering the paper and staring in the direction of Kim's retreating figure.

What happened to the Bobby Wasabi Dojo? In her cursive writing, that managed to struck Jack senseless. He neatly folded her paper and slipped in his back pocket, his mind swarmed with memories of his past. Yet he missed the itching in his palms, telling him to return to martial arts. He turned and headed to the direction of his fellow jocks.

Kim scampered down the hall. Her golden locks were missed from onlookers glances, she raced towards the doors of the girls washroom. She pushed through it, trying to ignore the warm sensation that spread through her at their meeting. The same sensation she felt whenever they were close to each other during their times out with the gang. That sensation that she figured had faded long ago. Yet it had returned.

She huffed in disbelief, her hands slammed the notebook down at the side of the sink, her eyes boring into her flushed reflection. Her fingers scratched the itching sensation at her skull, she groaned and grasped the beanie before tossing it carelessly with her notebook, her fingers smoothed down the bumps on her hair that the beanie caused.

All she was thinking.

Why did the incident happen during the time she figured out her project topic? Was it all just a simple coincidence? Her eyes widened in panic, her fingers slashed through the paper, back and fourth trying to spot the topic she recently wrote, on a blank sheet of paper. She slammed the notebook down and sunk to her knees.

"No. No. No." she whispered, mentally beating herself up. "Jack has it. He must think I'm desperate. I'm-" then she stopped mid-way, her eyes narrowing before standing up and brushing her clothing before spinning around and cocking her head to the side. She examined her reflection.

"What am I thinking? I don't care what boys think, especially Jack. I'm no..." then she trailed off, she covered her mouth but couldn't resist the smile at wormed up her face.

The mind that was once oblivious to the beanie removal had clicked. The beanie removal, the sudden itching because of it. Her fierce words and the narrowing of the eyes. They were all clues leading back to the old Kim, it wasn't much. But it was one clothing article less of the vulnerable Kim.

The old Kim was making its way back. And she couldn't be more happier.

She was bringing the Wasabi Warriors back. Even if it involved ruining her reputation, and breaking the cliques. She wanted everything back that she once lost. Even the dojo. Nothing was going to stop her now.

A/N: I know it was kind of a short chapter. But I had written this just an hour before my bed time, so now I have to go to sleep. I hope you enjoy this, the old Kim is making her way back and I didn't think about the whole Jack and Kim scene but hey, why don't Jack make the first step to getting the old Kim back right?

Please POST A REVIEW on what you thought. I promise I will make the next chapter longer. If I don't, you can break my pinky.

-Bethany