DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Power Rangers, NASCAR, or am in any way making money off of this story. Some characters are real people and I am trying make their persona as close to realistic as possible. If you have any comments on these areas, when they begin, please tell. Thanks you.

AN: I had a little birdie come drop me a suggestion for a story, sorry that I can't remember who, but thanks for putting that spark in my mind.

Speed. It was all he needed, all that consumed his thoughts. When he was away from the racetrack he wanted to be there and when he was at the racetrack, he wanted to go faster, push himself harder, do things that no one else had ever done before. It was something that did not scare him, something that he dealt with surprisingly well. Others on the race circuit thought that he was just a kid who had never been in a wreck, who sought the thrill that the speed would bring him. They didn't know the real him, the him that thought that this was a piece of a cake, a walk in the park and when you compared it to his past life, it was.

Tommy Oliver had been a Power Ranger for all of his high school years, he had been on four different teams, held three different colors, led three of those teams and had been evil to begin with. Racing…it seemed easy in comparison, sure, there was a thrill, but it paled in comparison to what he had experienced as a ranger, everything did. Everything except her.

"Oliver, you sure that you're ready for Daytona?" Will asked as he walked over to him. He had been working on Tommy's cars for the past three years and he definitely knew how big of a step this was. He had been offered a full time ride in the big leagues and there was nothing to stop him from taking it.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Tommy said as he let out a sigh. He had been hesitant to go to Florida, it was the one place that he never wanted to set foot in. It was not because of the scenery, the weather, or the people, it was because of one woman. He should have been able to forget about her by now, it had been five years since she had broken up with him, but he still found himself, on lonely nights sitting down to think about her. He had been through more failed relationships than he could think of and each woman had ended it with the words 'you'll never get over her and I can't take this anymore'. He had treated them right, but the moment they wanted anything more serious, anything that might head off towards marriage, he had drawn away from them, it was a habit at this point. He wanted to love again, but he was not sure if he was capable of loving anyone else at this point.

"You know I wouldn't think that someone who is getting a chance to be a NASCAR driver would sound so depressed about this. This is the big leagues, what so many little boys around the country dream of doing and you sound like someone just killed your puppy," Will said as Tommy looked over at him and he just shook his head. He did not want to talk about this, not now, not ever. No one on his racing team needed to know about the relationship that drove him in so many ways. It was one thing for them to speculate that he had had a bad break up, it was another thing to put the story out there for him to be hurt again. "You know, whoever she is, you might want to learn to live without her."

"I've been trying," Tommy muttered as he threw his bag into the backseat and then hopped in the car. "How long before the plane leaves?"

"We still have about two and a half hours, plenty of time for us to get there," Will said as Tommy nodded and then settled into the passenger's seat. As much as he loved racing, he could not stand the thought of driving on any road that did not have a speed limit of somewhere around 100 and those just don't exist in many places.

"Don't want to miss this," Tommy muttered as Will just nodded his head. He was not sure what had gotten into the man sitting next to him, but he knew that it had better get out of him quickly. Emotions were a scary thing to have on a racetrack.

"Tommy…is coming to Florida?" Kim questioned as she stared up at Jason in shock. She could not believe that she was just now finding this out, when he was probably heading here already. "What the hell is going on?"

"He's racing, I thought you knew that," Jason said as Kim gave him a confused look. "He said he was going to tell you."

"Jason, this is the man that I broke up with for Patrick, he's not going to say a damn thing to me," Kim said as Jason gave her a confused look as he looked over her shoulder at the toddler playing in the background. "He doesn't know and he shouldn't. It would only make things worse."

"Come on, Kim, he wouldn't blame you for what happened," Jason said as Kim let out a sigh and looked back at the little boy.

"I just don't think he needs this, he has more important things to worry about than me," Kim said as she shivered and then let out a sigh. She could not imagine him married or with another woman without feeling slightly sick. She still loved him, but he deserved to have a real life, not the one that he would have if he choose her. "I've got to get going, the track is not going to watch itself."

"You know there's a chance you'll…" Jason trailed off as Kim smiled and just shrugged her shoulders.

"If I run into him, I'll think about it, but Daytona's a big place and I'm sure that I should be fine," Kim said as she reached back and gave him a hug. "Patrick be good for Uncle Jason."

"I will Mama," Patrick called back as he continued playing with his legos and Kim smiled.

"I should be back around ten tonight, we've got to get all the mobile homes and trailers situated and help out where we can," Kim said as Jason nodded.

"Don't over work yourself," Jason called as Kim flashed him a smiled and then headed to her car before pulling out of the driveway. He watched her as she faded into the distance and he let out a sigh. If fate was going to ever throw his friends back together, it had better do it soon, otherwise he was considering drastic measures.