Hi everyone! This story is called "Lost Soul" and I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Kimberly has lost her path through the course of life. When an invitation to her past comes her way, with the help from her friends and a former flame, she tries to find herself again and maybe even find true love.
I don't own the Power Rangers nor do I own any of the characters. This is an AU of "the letter" which occurred around the middle of 1996. This is 2000 and Tommy lives in Reefside where he's finishing his last year of college. ENJOY!
Dr. Tommy Oliver sat in front of his computer and observed the invitation he had made. It read:
You're Invited to the 1st Annual Mighty Morphin' and Zeo Power Rangers Reunion!
Where: 95 Brookstone Avenue, Reefside, CA (Tommy Oliver's home)
When: August 14, 2000
Hope to see you there!
Tomorrow he would send them out to his fellow power rangers. Tommy was very anxious to see his friends but one in particular made his stomach flutter with nerves. Kimberly Hart had left his life very suddenly with a "Dear John" letter that still made his head reel with confusion and hurt. He had never cracked that case, never found out what really happened; just that Kim didn't want him anymore. He sighed and continued with printing out invites. He would soon find out whether she liked it or not.
Kimberly opened her eyes. The pain instantly shot through her skull. This room she was in with blue walls, a large chestnut dresser, and clothes strewn everywhere was very unfamiliar to her although through her hazed mind, panic had not set in yet.
Ugh…Where am I? Kim thought. She rolled over and saw the naked, bronzed skinned man that she left the bar with last night.
What was his name, Bill…Blake…Bronson! She thought. Bronson turned on his side and snuggled into Kimberly's breasts.
"Hey you," he crooned. "How'd you sleep?" Kim lay back, momentarily enjoying the comfort of this stranger in her arms but it soon passed as she realized, as she always did after her one-night-stands, that this would not fill the hole that had worked its way through her heart.
For a moment, Kim faltered. Her whole body stiffened as she realized she did not know this man. She didn't know his birthday, his favorite hobby, his parents, his hopes and dreams, anything. Bronson looked at her with a questioning gaze.
"Are you alright, Kim?" He asked with genuine sincerity in his voice. She did not know how he knew her name but as she looked back into his eyes, she began the process she always did when she thought too much about her past. One click at a time, she locked away the pain and hurt into the drawer in her mind that she placed them in, never to be released. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and reopened her eyes to the deep blue of Bronson's eyes; back to the person she'd created herself to be.
"I'm wonderful," she smiled at him. He smiled back and pulled her into a deep kiss. As he lowered himself into her, the movie in her mind started up; where this Bronson wasn't Bronson but someone else. Someone who had loved her, worshipped her, and respected her. A moan escaped her lips which pushed Bronson further. When it was over and Bronson was sleeping soundly beside her, Kimberly snuck out of bed, dressed, and left for her apartment. On her way, she wondered when her life had turned into this joke of an existence.