What If

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything that related to Power Rangers. I just borrow the characters.

:: This is a two part story and an AU. I want to try something different so there will be a little bit of angst or maybe a lot of it in this story. I do hope you like this.

Love doesn't have to end with a happy ending because it doesn't have to end at all

Tommy, if I die, will you be upset?

Kimberly's earlier words echoed in his ears. Was it really necessary to ask? And why did she ask that kind of questions , anyway?

She had her back towards him so he couldn't see her face when she say that. But there's something in her voice that grabbed his full attention. His girlfriend sounded vulnerable, fragile and he didn't like it. It wasn't like her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Frowning, Tommy looked over his shoulder and noticed that Kim had eased herself from her previous position against his back. She flashed him a slightly guilty smile. "And I won't answer your question," he stated firmly.

"It's nothing actually. Did I surprise you?" Kim wiggled her eyebrows then lifted her head to gaze at the night sky above them. "I like watching the stars at night like this," Normally, Tommy would love to tease her about that comment. Who ever heard about stargazing in the afternoon? But this time he opted to keep quiet. "People might be able to fly to the moon and do many great, unimaginable things, but they can't really do anything if they're told they're going to die tomorrow, can they? Money and power won't help them. Don't you think so?"

The brunette had begun to worry him, and confuse him, to say the least. "Kim, are you feeling alright?"

The pink ranger chuckled and poked his shoulder playfully. "What's wrong, Handsome? Not up for playing twenty questions? Bear with me. I'm feeling a little bit melancholy at the moment,"

"What's wrong? You know you can talk to me about everything," Tommy said gently, reaching out his hand to touch her cheek. How come could they reach this kind of depressing topic? At one second they were laughing at Billy's reaction when he received the first A- in his seventeen year's history of living, and the next second, they were in the middle of a will-you-be-sad-if-I-die conversation. "You're not… sick or something, aren't you?" He asked carefully and somewhat matter-of factly. The last thing he wanted to hear was that Kim had a breast cancer or any other deadly illness and her life was just six months away.

It would kill him in a heartbeat. He had no doubt about that.

Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn't take her words seriously, but somehow his heart spoke otherwise. Tommy felt that Kim was not in the mood for playing games. He expected Kim to laugh or do anything else other than looking at him with those brown eyes and not saying anything at all. He swore his heart had already stopped beating for at least three seconds before she finally smiled, snorted and then – thank God– laughed. Tommy immediately felt tons of brick being lifted off his shoulders and he could breathe a little easier.

Maybe she was in that time of the month, Tommy mused, deciding to keep that thought to himself. But he honestly preferred dealing with a moody Kim to this…- whatever state she was in- Kimberly right now.

Tommy laughed rather awkwardly and when she rested her head on his shoulder, pulled her closer to him. She seemed to be okay with it and wrapped her arm around his middle.

"So? You were saying?" he asked, waiting for her to continue.

Instead of answering him, Kim sighed, looked up at him and leaned over, kissing him softly. "I love you, Tommy,"

He dropped her off not too long after that. It was a school night so he had to take her home before ten, a new regulation her mom had set up for Kim after they showed up late at night last month. With a parting hug and a kiss that drugged him for more, Tommy watched her go behind the white painted door, all the while thinking about her question over and over again.

Her mood seemed to get better although it was obvious, even to him, that there's something bugging her mind. They talked about other things after her question. But until he got ready to sleep, her voice refused to leave his mind, disturbing him to no end.

"Beautiful…,"

:: Confuse? So do I. Lol. So that's the short first part. Everything will be explained in the next chapter which hopefully longer than this one. Wait, no, it'll definitely longer. Please review. No flame though. Thanks.

- Yuuri :)