A/N: Hey people. I'm back. Thank you so much for the reviews! 20! Sorry for the wait. I'm having a small writers block. There are some nice cliché's coming. Forgive me. Guest had some questions. I'll do my best to answer.

Guest: I just wanted to say this story is really interesting but I have two questions since Kim is a princess don't they train in archery so she has really good aim in bow and arrow? And does Kim know how to fight like she does in kickin it I think that a fighting princess would shock everyone or is she going to be damsel in the distress?

The first question: No Kim is not trained in archery, well not officially. It was always her brother who got trained. Her parents didn't think it was suitable for a princess. She had some secret training from a soldier she befriended. But not much

The second question: Neither Kim, Jack, Jerry, Milton, Eddie or Rudy know how to do karate. But Kim does have some tricks up her sleeve. You'll see.

Okay this has been way to long…. Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin It.

I need more time.

Jack's POV

We moved through the last row of trees and bushes and entered the camp. Chris and Eddie who were keeping guard looked up. They smiled. 'Hey guys.' Eddie whispered as we came closer. We nodded at him. I looked at the two of them, they seemed to fit. Fit in their surroundings. Do I look like this? Do I fit? 'What were you up to?' Chris smirks. Jason laughs, I can barely manage a smile. 'Visiting a friend.' I tell him. He grins. 'A lady friend?' Eddie grins, I laugh, a real one this time. His face is hilarious. Jason nods. He knows to keep his mouth shut. The boys laugh.

Jason and I leave them alone and head to our tent. When we get inside I drop myself on my straw bag. I hit my head against a tree. I mutter some curses under my breath and Jason laughs. I glare at him and he stops. 'I need to talk to Cray tomorrow.' I tell him softly. He looks at me and then nods. 'What about?' he asks. 'I need more time.' I tell him and I can see he's disappointed. Well if he wants me to get out, why doesn't he tell Cray. Well because he's scared too, we're all scared. Secretly or not so secret.

I don't remember falling asleep. But the next thing I remember is waking up because someone is making a hell of a lot noise outside. I grunt and roll over. I see that Jason is still sound asleep. How does he do that? I get up and stick my head out of the tent. Jerry seems to have knocked over the pan with our breakfast. Great. 'Jerry.' I mutter tired as I come out of the tent. He wheels around. I scared him. I can't oppress a slight smirk. I still like scaring people. 'Jack.' He squeals. I was clearly not meant to wake up. Then he looks at the pan. 'You've got to help me yo! If Cray sees this he's going to be pissed.' He looks very scared. I decide to help him. Cray is not up yet anyway.

We clean up the mess as good as we can while some of the others slowly come out of their tents. they make no attempt of helping us. They know better. Cray loves his food and if you ruin it, he can get very angry. When we put new water up the fire I tell Jerry to wake up the rest. Eddie, who's the best cook, I put at the water and tell him to make it food. He grins. 'No problem Jacky.' I glare at him. 'Don't. Call. Me. Jacky.' I tell him. He nods. I smile and walk towards Cray's tent. I know he's up. I can hear him moving around in his tent. 'Cray?' I ask. 'Yeah come in.' he rumbles with that low voice of his. It can be very intimidating.

I enter. He's sitting in his chair. He's leaning back, eyes closed. When I cough he looks up. He smiles. 'You're getting more quiet kid. I didn't hear you come in.' he says. That's a big compliment, Cray is, despite his size, really quiet when he walks. Scouts honour. Well okay. I admit. I was never a scout. Oops. I grin at him, my cocky grin. 'Tell me Jack, what can I do for you?' he asks. He seems in a very good mood. Weird. Just now he seems to be having a killer headache.

'I need more time.' I decide just to tell him. No tricks. No deception. He seems to be lost for a second. Than he realizes what I'm talking about and looks at me suspiciously. I could have known. He doesn't trust me. Well, who does. Okay, maybe Kim, and Jason. Maybe Jerry, and Milan. Okay but that's all. 'If she doesn't trust me, she'll just scream when I come to close, then I'm busted immediately. I'm not running from her brothers guards again.' I tell him, even though that's not really the reason. I'm just really in conflict with myself. Gosh I sound like one of those shrink people on the yearly fair.

He nods. 'Okay Jack. But no longer than a week.' And that's not negotiable. I can tell. Great. Seven days to figure out how I want to spend the rest of my life. Lovely. Just lovely. I nod. And leave quickly. I don't like being in Cray's tent after I stole from him. I used to love it here. All the shining stuff and wealth. I wanted to be like that. Wanted to have so much stuff. Be like him, and now I'm doing my best not to be like him. I feel like there's something wrong with me. I can't seem to decide.

How is this possible. I've never doubted. Well okay, maybe. But never about what Cray told me to do. Maybe about what to tell him, or give him. I almost laugh out loud. Not good. The boys are already staring at me. I glare at them and they turn around quickly. I know they've heard rumours about my assignment. They all know it's dangerous. Refusing is probably death. But kidnapping the princess is death to… if you get caught. If. That stupid little word. If this, if that.

I realize I'm scowling. I should really stop talking to myself. It's creepy. I walk towards the edge of the forest. I'm going the village. I need something to get my head of my dilemma. What's better then stealing? A lot of things, I'm sure. But not for me. 'Milan! Jerry! Jason! Are you coming or what?' I laugh out loud. The boys I mentioned look at me like I'm crazy, but then they just shrug and follow me through the woods. We walk through the woods. We laugh, talk. We almost seem normal. I almost feel normal.

We enter the village and immediately get some cautious looks. People don't know exactly what we look like, they never get a great look at us. By the time they notice we stole, we're just a vague memory. That boy that was just here. We blend in, but after a while they start getting nervous around us. Like their subconscious remembers. We ignore the looks and walk around like we belong. We just enter the square where I got arrested when a soldier on a horse rides onto it. The guys freeze. 'Jack.' Milan says warning me. Like I didn't notice.

'Yeah, I've seen him Milan I'm not blind.' I tell him. My hood is down but I don't put it up. It only attracts more attention. He halts and people stop walking. I grab Jerry's arm as he wants to walk away. 'We're just civilians. We're not running.' I say under my breath. He swallows and nods. We watch as the soldier takes a note from his cloak. 'Let it be known and heard that in four days. The King and Queen of our beloved Kingdome will hold a masked ball. In celebration of their daughter, beloved Princess Kimberly Anne's birthday. They ask everyone who can offer them a service to help them organize this event on such a short matter. Entrance with invitation only.' He stops. Immediately people start whispering.

This is new. Normally it takes them weeks to organize this kind of event. And now they want to do it in four days? Well I wish them the best of luck. Wait. Four days. For Kim's birthday. An idea pops up in my head. It's the perfect opportunity. I need to get myself into that ball. Wow. This must be my most stupid idea ever! Well maybe if you forget the idea with the pig and the guitar… I'll not go into that.

Kim's POV:

I cannot believe my parents! Hosting a ball for my seventeenth birthday, and telling me four days before holding it. Four days! That is not enough time. I need a dress, shoes! Plus I hate dancing. So why a ball. Where I'll have to pretend to enjoy myself al night. Dance with stuck up rich nobleman who think they're the world. Ugh. Why? Okay I know I'm whining. But these balls are always boring. And my feet will hurt the next day.

I walk to my balcony. It's midday. The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day. I wish I could actually do something entertaining on a ball one time. I miss enjoying myself. My mother expects me to marry soon. But to whom? If I have to spend the rest of my life, hearing how happy some young lord is to marry me, I will die of boredom. I've never been the model princess. I wanted to play soldier with my brother. Told the younger boys adventurous stories about heroes, and the young girls fairy tales. I wanted a horse to ride like the wind. I wanted adventure. I wanted the thrill of doing something exciting. But my mother never wanted me to. She wanted me to be the girl to play with dolls, sow and dress up. So I became that girl. I do what my mother tells me.

I look over my shoulder. A probably very sneaky smile spreads across my face. Milton used to say something. He got it from a book. He reads a lot. Like a whole lot. He used to say, when I told him about how the girls never wanted to do what I wanted. He said: "Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions." I never understood. I still don't but I like the idea. I always use it in one of my stories. It's a favourite of the young nieces and nephews. It's a legend from a forest a few miles away. A thief that stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Great story. I usually gave it a happy ending. Sometimes I changed it. The kids never liked it. According to them, a story is not finished if it doesn't have a happy ending. So I decided. It has to be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

I want to sneak out. Just leave for a few hours. Go somewhere. Not the forest. Not with what lives there. Not with what Cray told Jack to do. It's bothers me he didn't answer my question. Would he? Kidnap me? It's Cray. Why wouldn't he, I've only seen him a few times. Okay I may feel some sort of bond. But it doesn't mean he feels it too. Now that I'm telling you about things people used to say anyway. I'll tell you about this man. His name was Aaron. He had a small bakery in town. I used to go there very often. He had such beautiful stories the ones I then told to the kids.

When I told him something was impossible he would look at me and say: "Child, if you put your faith in what you most believe in. You can make anything happen." It used to make me feel good. Like I might actually be able to decide for myself one day. That was until I realized that I would always have someone tell me what to do. My parents, my brother, my husband. Let me just tell you I said the last word like it's poison. Well in my head. I've got to stop that, talking to myself. When did I start doing this? Right, when I met Jack. That boys has such a great influence on me.

I look at the hills for a second or two and then make my decision. I am getting myself a dress. I will be happy and polite at the ball. And I'll pretend to enjoy myself. I will dance with all the men until my feet hurt. I'll smile. And I'll make damn sure all the men can't keep their eyes of me. If I can't take them out with a spoon, I want them to look at me. No just kidding. If I don't look pretty my mom will kill me. I walk to my closet. I have a lot of dresses I've never worn before. I open the doors and start searching the rows. I find a green one, a blue one and a red one. Masks should be easy. I'll just have someone make one. Wait no, I only have four days.

I look through my small collection of masks and find a white one that fits with all of them. Victory. I quickly put on the blue one. I come out of my close and stand in front of the mirror. It's okay, not dazzling. Like my mom would say. I walk back into the closet and change into the red one. I like this better. But it's a bit too much in my opinion. I frown as I walk back again. I slip in the green one. I can't close the hooks on my back. The others went fine, but of course not this one. I stomp out of the closet. And stand in front of the mirror. I look great, but I barely register it. Because on the edge of my balcony, just like he belongs there, sits Jack. Our eyes meet in the mirror. He grins. 'Need some help with that?' he asks as he walks in my room. Like it's completely normal. 'How long have you been there?' I finally manage to ask. 'I was there with the blue one, and the red one. But I've got to say, if I may, I like this one best.' I shoot him a very fowl look.

At least I hope it's fowl. I notice I can't really concentrate with him so close. 'May I?' he gestures to the dress. I hesitate. Then I nod. I can hardly stay there with my dress open. He reaches out, his hand is soft as it accidently touches my back. The way he fastens the clips on my dress gives me the idea he's done this before. His hands are skilled and secure. They don't tremble. I've never been so close to him. Well okay. Maybe when I hugged him. But that's a different story.

He steps back and I turn. 'Do you really like this best?' I ask before I can stop myself. He grins and nods. 'For the masked ball right? It's almost your birthday, I didn't know.' He says. I smile. 'Yeah for the ball.' Then it hits me. 'Wait how do you know about the ball? And my birthday?' I am suspicious. He laughs. 'I was in town when they announced it. I am here to tell you that I'm planning on being there. So I guess I'll see you.' He says, very quickly, so it takes me a few seconds to register what he says. By the time I have. He's already out the window. I'm tempted to stomp my foot, but I don't. I walk towards my closet. 'Bloody thief's.' I mutter. He's planning on coming to the ball. Hah, I'd like to see him try.

A/N: I know, I know. A masked ball how cliché. Well it's not going to be Cinderella-ish because they already know each other. Plus I haven't even decided if Jack will get in…. See ya soon. Review please!