Disclaimer: Kim and Tommy are characters belonging to Saban. The characters
Renee and Trevor actually belong to an author I came across a while ago
when I read fan fics at Paladar.com. Unfortunately, I can't recall the
author's name, but if she's reading this, do forgive me! I liked the names,
so I'm sticking with them. Although, I added my own last names for them.
A/N: This fic was somewhat inspired by the song "Think Twice" by Eve 6 (Oh, good song *nods*). I was listening to it: "Think twice before you touch my girl, Come around I'll let you feel the burn..." and I thought, 'Hmm. What if after Tommy passed on his powers, he decided to catch up with Kim and get the answers he's been wanting for so long? AND... what if he met up with the so called "other guy" from Kim's notorious letter?' OoOo, Scandalous! -- That was my answer. So, heh, here's what I came up with. Tommy shows his possessive side a little in this one, so look out! I do hope you enjoy it. Oh, and by the way - This first chapter takes place BEFORE the Letter was written... You'll figure it out.
[ PREQUEL TO THE LETTER ]
Practice was always harsh, but it was worth it. A whole seven months had passed since she moved to Florida to work with the famous Gunthar Shmidt, hoping to bring home the gold in the upcoming Pan Global Games. And so far, Kimberly Hart, former pink ranger, had more than reached Coach Shmidt's expectations.
She exhaled with relief when she landed on the mat below the balance beam. "I am so ready to go home."
Renee Warren, a young African American born and raised in Miami, Florida, pranced up to Kim and slung her arm around her Caucasian friend's shoulder. "Me too. I just hope it's not raining outside, otherwise our walk home will be a little wet."
Kim nodded. "Yeah, I completely forgot. Do you have money for the bus? Maybe we could-"
Renee quickly interjected. "Girl, I'm not about to WAIT in the RAIN for some loser bus."
"Well, okay then," Kim giggled, wrinkling her nose. "It was just a thought." The two friends began to gather their things at the bleachers, when a young man approached them.
"You girls looking for a ride?" Trevor Steel stood before them, a charming grin on his face.
Kim stayed silent while Renee answered excitedly. She didn't quite know what it was, but whenever Trevor was around, she got a little uneasy.
"Oh, most definitely! Did you bring your truck today?"
"Yup. I had a hunch that it was going to pour, from the look of the clouds this morning, so I decided to be on the safe side and drive to practice."
"Well thank goodness for your hunches, Trevor. You always seem to come in handy if anyone's in a tight spot..." Renee went on and on.
Trevor snuck a peek at Kim. He'd been after her ever since she first got to Florida, flashing his bright smile purposely her way, and trying so hard to impress her with his charming ways.
He was attractive, she'd give him that. His sandy blonde hair was always flawlessly spiked, standing an inch and a half on his head. His eyes were the brightest emerald green you'd ever seen, and just looking into them for more than 30 seconds could make you feel like you were staring at the sun. His body was nicely built, being the gymnast he was, and his skin matched the perfect tan that Kim had.
Kim formed her lips into a shy smile as he glanced her way. She knew he liked her, and he'd asked her out over two dozen times, only to be let down. She DID have a boyfriend, after all. "So Kim, you coming, or what?"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Kim looked up to match eyes with Trevor.
"Huh? Oh, um, sure. Yeah. We could use the ride." She saw him wink, and she rolled her eyes as he turned around and led them to his car.
When they finally got to the girl's dorm only five minutes from the gym, Renee was the first to run out of the car. "I've got to get inside before this rain messes up my hair!"
Kim chuckled. "Well, thanks for the ride, Trev. I'll uh, see you tomorrow." She scooted from the middle seat of the truck to exit the open door, but Trevor gently grabbed her arm.
"Let me walk you up?"
She bit her lip. He was always so insisting, but kind none the less. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt. I mean, it's the least I could do. Besides, it's not like he's asking me out again or anything...' "Sure. Why not."
He grinned, and jumped out of the truck, running over to the passenger side to help her out. He took her arm as she exited, and gave her a piece of newspaper to hold over her head to shield from the rain. They walked up two flights of stairs silently, neither saying a word until they reached her door.
She fished her key out of her gym bag, and fit it into the lock. Before she could get it open, Trevor leaned his shoulder on the wall to the right of her.
"You looked great, today."
She didn't really know what he meant. Spandex wasn't exactly the most fashionable apparel, but when it came to Trevor and his infatuation with Kim, who could say otherwise? "Um, thanks," she answered unsurely. "I practice just as hard as anyone else."
He looked at her, his eyes wandering all over her face. "And yet, you seem to rise above all the rest."
'Great. He's coming on to me. Again.' She fiddled with the key in the lock some more. It didn't seem to want to open, and she was getting nervous.
Trevor leaned in, his face only inches from her cheek. "It's a shame he isn't here where he should be."
She didn't need to ask him who he was talking about. He brought him up all too often for his own good. He was jealous. She could feel it.
She put her hands on her hips, leaving the key in the lock. She looked straight at the green jewels that would be his eyes. "Why's that?" Her tone was getting cold.
He shrugged confidently, his eyes halting their wandering and stopping on her lips. "It's just a shame, for simple reasons. He's not here to congratulate you when you perfect a routine, or when you win in the practice meets. Then there's always the intimate things. No flowers, no hugs..." His face just crept closer to hers.
She was backed up against her door, with no where to turn. His hands leaned against the walls, and he had her trapped between his buff arms.
She gulped, and tried unsuccessfully to back up more against the door. "He's... he's got other stuff to worry about in Angel Grove-"
Trevor smirked and cocked his head back, but only a bit. His eyes narrowed. "So it's okay to abandon you?" She folded her brow. "He didn't abandon me. He's not like that-"
"Neither am I. Kim, when are you going to realize what's right in front of you? I could take care of you just as well, if not BETTER than he could. I'm right here, Kim. I'm here for YOU..."
She shuddered. His lips feathered hers, and she was still looking into his eyes, growling inside.
He looked down his nose and pressured his mouth to hers, longing for entrance. She wouldn't allow it.
Behind her back, her hands frantically turned the key, opening the door to her room. She fell back with the door, quickly pulling the key from it's lock.
Trevor's eyes shot open, and a sly grin spread up his cheek. "You can't hang on to him forever, Kim. What about that blonde you were talking to Renee about? Tall, attractive... interested in your guy, wasn't she? How do you know you can trust him from all the way on the other side of the U.S.? How do you know they haven't already hooked up? I'm more than willing to replace him-"
She glared at him in such a deathly manner, she thought she could burn a hole in his forehead. 'I wish...' His words had gotten to her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing. She had to prove him wrong, and fast. Her lip curled. "Goodnight, Trevor."
She slammed the door in his face, locking him out.
'Oh, what a comeback, Kim.' She leaned against the door. Her hand felt her forehead, and then combed through her lose hair. Looking absently around her room, she began to worry. 'But what if he's right? Kat's gorgeous. Who WOULDN'T fall for her?' She shook her head. 'I'm being ridiculous. Tommy isn't like that. He wouldn't date Katherine behind my back.' With this in mind, she moved away from the door and threw her gym bag on her couch. Walking into her bathroom, she prepared a cold washcloth and patted down her face. She watched herself in the mirror, and slowly lowered the towel. 'But, what if he WANTS to?...'
A/N: This fic was somewhat inspired by the song "Think Twice" by Eve 6 (Oh, good song *nods*). I was listening to it: "Think twice before you touch my girl, Come around I'll let you feel the burn..." and I thought, 'Hmm. What if after Tommy passed on his powers, he decided to catch up with Kim and get the answers he's been wanting for so long? AND... what if he met up with the so called "other guy" from Kim's notorious letter?' OoOo, Scandalous! -- That was my answer. So, heh, here's what I came up with. Tommy shows his possessive side a little in this one, so look out! I do hope you enjoy it. Oh, and by the way - This first chapter takes place BEFORE the Letter was written... You'll figure it out.
[ PREQUEL TO THE LETTER ]
Practice was always harsh, but it was worth it. A whole seven months had passed since she moved to Florida to work with the famous Gunthar Shmidt, hoping to bring home the gold in the upcoming Pan Global Games. And so far, Kimberly Hart, former pink ranger, had more than reached Coach Shmidt's expectations.
She exhaled with relief when she landed on the mat below the balance beam. "I am so ready to go home."
Renee Warren, a young African American born and raised in Miami, Florida, pranced up to Kim and slung her arm around her Caucasian friend's shoulder. "Me too. I just hope it's not raining outside, otherwise our walk home will be a little wet."
Kim nodded. "Yeah, I completely forgot. Do you have money for the bus? Maybe we could-"
Renee quickly interjected. "Girl, I'm not about to WAIT in the RAIN for some loser bus."
"Well, okay then," Kim giggled, wrinkling her nose. "It was just a thought." The two friends began to gather their things at the bleachers, when a young man approached them.
"You girls looking for a ride?" Trevor Steel stood before them, a charming grin on his face.
Kim stayed silent while Renee answered excitedly. She didn't quite know what it was, but whenever Trevor was around, she got a little uneasy.
"Oh, most definitely! Did you bring your truck today?"
"Yup. I had a hunch that it was going to pour, from the look of the clouds this morning, so I decided to be on the safe side and drive to practice."
"Well thank goodness for your hunches, Trevor. You always seem to come in handy if anyone's in a tight spot..." Renee went on and on.
Trevor snuck a peek at Kim. He'd been after her ever since she first got to Florida, flashing his bright smile purposely her way, and trying so hard to impress her with his charming ways.
He was attractive, she'd give him that. His sandy blonde hair was always flawlessly spiked, standing an inch and a half on his head. His eyes were the brightest emerald green you'd ever seen, and just looking into them for more than 30 seconds could make you feel like you were staring at the sun. His body was nicely built, being the gymnast he was, and his skin matched the perfect tan that Kim had.
Kim formed her lips into a shy smile as he glanced her way. She knew he liked her, and he'd asked her out over two dozen times, only to be let down. She DID have a boyfriend, after all. "So Kim, you coming, or what?"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Kim looked up to match eyes with Trevor.
"Huh? Oh, um, sure. Yeah. We could use the ride." She saw him wink, and she rolled her eyes as he turned around and led them to his car.
When they finally got to the girl's dorm only five minutes from the gym, Renee was the first to run out of the car. "I've got to get inside before this rain messes up my hair!"
Kim chuckled. "Well, thanks for the ride, Trev. I'll uh, see you tomorrow." She scooted from the middle seat of the truck to exit the open door, but Trevor gently grabbed her arm.
"Let me walk you up?"
She bit her lip. He was always so insisting, but kind none the less. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt. I mean, it's the least I could do. Besides, it's not like he's asking me out again or anything...' "Sure. Why not."
He grinned, and jumped out of the truck, running over to the passenger side to help her out. He took her arm as she exited, and gave her a piece of newspaper to hold over her head to shield from the rain. They walked up two flights of stairs silently, neither saying a word until they reached her door.
She fished her key out of her gym bag, and fit it into the lock. Before she could get it open, Trevor leaned his shoulder on the wall to the right of her.
"You looked great, today."
She didn't really know what he meant. Spandex wasn't exactly the most fashionable apparel, but when it came to Trevor and his infatuation with Kim, who could say otherwise? "Um, thanks," she answered unsurely. "I practice just as hard as anyone else."
He looked at her, his eyes wandering all over her face. "And yet, you seem to rise above all the rest."
'Great. He's coming on to me. Again.' She fiddled with the key in the lock some more. It didn't seem to want to open, and she was getting nervous.
Trevor leaned in, his face only inches from her cheek. "It's a shame he isn't here where he should be."
She didn't need to ask him who he was talking about. He brought him up all too often for his own good. He was jealous. She could feel it.
She put her hands on her hips, leaving the key in the lock. She looked straight at the green jewels that would be his eyes. "Why's that?" Her tone was getting cold.
He shrugged confidently, his eyes halting their wandering and stopping on her lips. "It's just a shame, for simple reasons. He's not here to congratulate you when you perfect a routine, or when you win in the practice meets. Then there's always the intimate things. No flowers, no hugs..." His face just crept closer to hers.
She was backed up against her door, with no where to turn. His hands leaned against the walls, and he had her trapped between his buff arms.
She gulped, and tried unsuccessfully to back up more against the door. "He's... he's got other stuff to worry about in Angel Grove-"
Trevor smirked and cocked his head back, but only a bit. His eyes narrowed. "So it's okay to abandon you?" She folded her brow. "He didn't abandon me. He's not like that-"
"Neither am I. Kim, when are you going to realize what's right in front of you? I could take care of you just as well, if not BETTER than he could. I'm right here, Kim. I'm here for YOU..."
She shuddered. His lips feathered hers, and she was still looking into his eyes, growling inside.
He looked down his nose and pressured his mouth to hers, longing for entrance. She wouldn't allow it.
Behind her back, her hands frantically turned the key, opening the door to her room. She fell back with the door, quickly pulling the key from it's lock.
Trevor's eyes shot open, and a sly grin spread up his cheek. "You can't hang on to him forever, Kim. What about that blonde you were talking to Renee about? Tall, attractive... interested in your guy, wasn't she? How do you know you can trust him from all the way on the other side of the U.S.? How do you know they haven't already hooked up? I'm more than willing to replace him-"
She glared at him in such a deathly manner, she thought she could burn a hole in his forehead. 'I wish...' His words had gotten to her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing. She had to prove him wrong, and fast. Her lip curled. "Goodnight, Trevor."
She slammed the door in his face, locking him out.
'Oh, what a comeback, Kim.' She leaned against the door. Her hand felt her forehead, and then combed through her lose hair. Looking absently around her room, she began to worry. 'But what if he's right? Kat's gorgeous. Who WOULDN'T fall for her?' She shook her head. 'I'm being ridiculous. Tommy isn't like that. He wouldn't date Katherine behind my back.' With this in mind, she moved away from the door and threw her gym bag on her couch. Walking into her bathroom, she prepared a cold washcloth and patted down her face. She watched herself in the mirror, and slowly lowered the towel. 'But, what if he WANTS to?...'