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Power Rangers: One Last Stand

Chapter 1: Old Flames Still Burn

There she was standing by the lakeside in Angel Grove, the setting sun highlighting her face and hair perfectly as she silently stared out over the softly glistening water. Turning to look at him, she shined him her famous smile; a smile that could captivate any man who saw it. She was his first and only love; Kimberly Hart. Sitting up, Dr. Tommy Oliver ran a hand through his hair trying to shake away the remnants of the dream that haunted him every night for eleven years; since the day he had gotten her letter. It was 4 am and the intense heartache he felt refused to let him sleep just as it did every night. Not a day went by that he didn't wonder where she was, if she was alright.

Deciding to just stay up Tommy; who was wearing only a pair of green plaid cotton boxers, padded off into his personal bathroom to take a shower. After getting dressed, having a light breakfast and a cup of coffee he was ready for work with an hour to spare. Once he was at work in his classroom at Reefside High, he received his usual morning greetings from Conner, Ethan, and Kira that he met with a half-hearted smile. At lunch Kira and Conner stopped by his classroom to discuss ranger business like every other afternoon.

"Dr. O., are you alright? You've seemed distracted all morning." Kira asked, worried about her teacher, and power ranger mentor.

"Yeah I'm alright you guys. I promise. I just didn't get much sleep last night is all. Let's discuss ranger business after school today. I've got some work I need to catch up on." Tommy said giving them a meaningful smile. Kira wasn't convinced. Realizing he wasn't going to tell them what was really bothering him, the two teens admitted defeat. Once they were out of ear shot, Kira pulled Conner aside stopping him half way down the hall.

"You remember that picture Dr. O. showed us of his first team of power rangers?" she asked him in a hushed voice so no one could over hear.

"Yeah, why?" Conner asked, half uninterested and half confused as to why an old picture of a team that had been disbanded for years was important. Leaning against a locker, he tried to look intrigued.

"I saw him look at it several times today, and every time he does he always mumbles something about someone named Kimberly. I think she was the brunette in the picture; the original Mighty Morphin pink ranger." Kira explained, readjusting her backpack on her shoulder.

"Ok, so what about her? Didn't she break up with him like eons ago?" Conner asked, still not understanding why she cared so much about a girl Dr. Oliver used to know. Scowling at him, she smacked him in the arm.

"You can be so oblivious sometimes! Did you ever think maybe he still has feelings for her? If he still misses her after this long he must have really loved her when they were together."

Conner said nothing, only shrugged.

"Ugh. You are so thick headed, you know that?" Kira groaned, rubbing her forehead in aggravation. "Which means, maybe we should find her? Maybe she still has feelings for him too." She said simplifying what she was saying so that even an idiot could understand.

"For all we know, she is married with kids, or doesn't even live in the country. Maybe the reason she has never contacted him herself, is because she doesn't want anything to do with him. She did break up with him after all." Conner said rolling his eyes in boredom.

"We won't know unless we find out. Let's go find Ethan and see if he can help us track her down." Kira said grabbing his arm, dragging him the rest of the way down the hall.

(Florida)

"Keep your head up, eyes forward, don't look down. Straighten your legs and arms more." The gymnastics coach told her newest student; a nine year-old girl, who was practicing the basics on the balance beam. "Hop down, I will show you."

Taking the girl's place on the beam, Kimberly Hart positioned herself and preformed a back handspring, followed by a cartwheel into a double twist dismount. With a wide-eyed expression, the young gymnast in training remounted the beam.

"See? You just need to relax a little. You will get it. Now, focus and keep working at it awhile. I have to go, but I will see you for another lesson tomorrow." Kim told her, as she grabbed her gym bag and headed for the door. Olivia; the girl on the beam, nodded with a smile and then refocused her attention to the beam beneath her feet. Climbing into her white Saturn, she headed home to her cat Sylvester and the lonely apartment they lived in. Flipping on the lights, she dropped her stuff just inside the door and headed down the short hallway to her bedroom.

"Hi Sylvester, did you miss me kitty?" She said scratching the grey tabby cat; lying on her bed, on the back of the head. The loud purr vibrating through his whole body told her the answer was, yes. Stripping down, she stepped into a hot shower, letting the warm water wash all of the stress of the day away. Putting on some comfy clothes she started dinner. "Tonight kitty it's Alfredo for dinner and of course a can of Nine Lives for you." She told Sylvester, who was quietly watching her from the back of the couch. As she waited for her pasta to cook, she started rummaging through the little drawer of her nightstand for a candle when she came across an old water-damaged picture of herself and a tall well-muscled man with long brown hair; her high school sweetheart Tommy Oliver. Swallowing roughly, she picked the picture up staring intently at the man she let get away. Memories from her ranger days flooded back and her eyes filled with tears. Dropping the picture before her eyes spilled over staining the picture more, she took a deep breath and pushed the memories of Tommy to the back of her mind. She had made a mistake in letting him go, she knew that, but they had moved on and she had to accept it. Turning off the pasta, she plated it just in time to hear the phone ring. Not recognizing the number, she was cautious as she answered.

"Hello?" She said softly, waiting curiously but nervously for an answer.

"Hi! Is this Kimberly Hart?" A young female voice sounded from the other end of the receiver.

"Yes this is she." Kim said in a guarded tone, still unsure who she was talking to. Was it another aspiring gymnast in need of a coach maybe?

"My name is Kira Ford. I'm calling on behalf of an old friend of yours…." The high-pitched voice said with excitement.

Thanks for reading. Please review and let me know what you think. I already have the next few chapters written and will type and post them as soon as I can. Ideas and critiques are always welcome. I'll give you sneak peak, in the next chapter comes the big confrontation. Why did Kim really send the letter? Will Tommy forgive her or has too much time passed? Keep reading and find out the answers.