Coming Home

Disclaimer 1–I don't own Power Rangers

2–Will only use the original power rangers and their replacements, in other words no one new after Kat.

3–Please review and enjoy

Told in Kim's POV

Chapter 1–Back In Angel Grove

I stood in the park. A place from my childhood and teen years. A place I left ten years ago. A place I almost never saw again.

"Ken, Are you okay?" A sweet accented voice said to me.

I smiled "I'm okay Tris. Just nervous."

Trista shrugged, "It's been ten years. It's to be expected."

Trista O'Malley has been my girlfriend for the past nine and a half years. For some reason she prefers to call me Kennedy as opposed to Kimberly or even Ann which is my middle name.

"Are you nervous about seeing Tommy?" Trista wondered.

Of course she would ask that. That's really the reason I'm here. Tommy Oliver was my boyfriend in High School, but I left to train for the Pan Globals in Florida, a whole world away from California. "He'll be angry." I admitted.

"Explain everything." Trista said, "If he's as nice as you said he'll understand."

Trista was always like that. I wrote to Tommy once and broke up with him. I told him I found someone new. I was lying through my teeth. Trista's told me lots of times, that I should have told him the truth, but I was scared.

"I kept two very important things from him." I pointed out.

"I'm not that important." Trista replied, "I'm guessing Keira is."

Emily Keira is my daughter. Mine and Tommy's daughter. Trista helped me name her, yet Tris calls Emily by her middle name. I do sometimes also. Trista is from Ireland. Giving us Irish names makes her happy. After what she's been through I like to make her happy.

I saw the Juice Bar just up ahead, "I used to hang out here all the time." I told Trista.

"You can run ahead." Trista commented

"I'm not leaving you." I held her hand tightly.

Trista really damaged her leg in a gymnastics injury. It prevents her from running normally, or walking for that matter. She walks with a really bad limp, that is very noticeable. Usually she uses crutches and brace to get around, but she can go for periods of time without them, yet she limps, as I said before, really badly.

"I loved it here. This is where I first saw Tommy. And where Zordon chose us as Power Rangers." I explained.

"It's very nice." Trista said before muttering something I couldn't understand.

I rolled my eyes, "If you must speak in Irish at least do so I can understand."

"Some guy is staring at you." Trista replied, in Irish.

I looked over at the guy. He looked so very familiar with dark hair and dark eyes. Also he walked with such an air about him. Something just seemed off, he seemed upset. Then it hit me, I knew exactly who he was. "Skull!" I called out.

The guy's eyes widened as if he suddenly recognized me as well. "Oh, lord! Kimberly? Kimberly Ann Hart?"

I smiled and ran over, not noticing I left Trista, "Skull? Is it really you?"

"In the flesh. Also I go by Eugene now, actually Gene." Gene replied. "How you been? I watched you in the games, but you never competed after that. I as hoping you'd come back to Angel Grove, but you never did."

I blanched, "Yeah, I quit for medical reasons." I realized I couldn't lie to Gene, "Actually, I was pregnant and had to quit."

Gene's eyes widened, "So what you told Tommy was true?"

"Not really." I whispered.

"Oh...It was Tommy's child, wasn't it?" Gene asked.

I nodded, my head down. Suddenly a hand was rubbing my back. I grabbed for Trista's hand. "Gene, this is my girlfriend Trista O'Malley."

Gene raised an eyebrow, yet didn't say anything. "It's nice to meet you." He finally replied.

Trista smiled, "It's nice to meet you too. Ken's told me a lot about you."

"Ken?" Gene asked.

"Tris calls me Ken, it's short for Kennedy. It's what she likes to call me." I explained. "How's Bulk?"

Gene's eyes filled with tears, "He died. There was a shootout and he was shot in the head. He died before he reached the hospital."

"I'm sorry." I whispered. Trista echoed my sympathy.

Gene checked his watch, "Umm...I have somewhere to be. Will I see you around?"

"For awhile at least." I replied.

Gene smiled at me and left.

"He seemed nice." Trista said.

"I'm sorry I left you back there." I said, "I shouldn't have done that."

Trista stared at me, "Kennedy, I can walk. Just not very well."

"I don't want to see everyone." I whined.

"Well, you'll see them tomorrow, so you might as well, deal." Trista said. The voice of reason that girl.

I love Trista, I really do. I just don't know how everyone will act. I just kinda prefer not knowing. I grabbed Trista's hand and we left the Juice Bar and heading for the hotel.