A\N: I thought you guys might like to see what I do best. So here ya go. Enjoy!

KIM

Maybe...maybe they knew it would end like this. When I went to Zordon and Alpha, asking for help, to save a child, maybe they knew.

It's the worst thing in the world to think. I mean, how could Zordon know this would happen to me? How could any of them know?

But maybe they knew. Maybe that's why they sent me away.

Maybe that's why there were two Cranes. Maybe Tommy needed one who wasn't me.

Even if I love him, I'm not enough.

I don't cry at that thought. It's not that I don't feel anything, but my tears are dried up. Right now, I don't think I'll cry again.

I wonder what they'll say when they know?

Kim was always in some kind of fight. She just bit off more than she could chew.

She was weak. Always needed Tommy to save her.

No...oh, God, please don't let them say that. Please don't let them even think that. I can be strong. I've been strong for so long, been so powerful that I thought the high would change me forever.

It did.

I hear the little girl sob quietly, but it's just a memory now. I got her away. The man who kidnapped her accepted me in exchange.

I thought someone would save me.

There. I thought it. The bitter truth. I'm so used to having teammates that I thought someone would help me.

I didn't know Zedd was still here. I didn't know he'd go as far as to kidnap a little gymnast wannabe to get at me.

I shut my eyes. I don't want to think. I don't want to remember.

Please, someone, anyone, take away what he did to me.

Zedd walks in, smirking, his illusion of skinlessness gone. He kneels next to me, stroking my stomach. "Hello, Princess."

I turn my face away.

"You want this to end, don't you? Want it all to go away?"

I, so slowly, nod.

I do.

I want to die.

He laughs softly. "Zordon was wrong to make you a Ranger." He whispers in my ear. "You'll never be a warrior. And you'll never love me."

He touches my head with his other hand. "Maybe you'll remember me in a dream, Pink Ranger." He says softly, and then white, blinding light envelops me, then sweet, sweet sleep.

I wake in a white room. There's a doctor there.

"Who are you?" I ask.

A thought occurs. "Who am I?"

The man smiles. "I'm Dr. Harrison. I don't know who you are, miss."

Something, a tiny thought, blooms in me.

I can start over.

Something horrible happened to me, but now, I can leave it behind.

Forever.

"My name is Pheonix." I say quietly. "Jean Pheonix."