Long Road to Recovery

Summary: She was in a bad wreck and called on him to help her. Kim/Tommy A story of recovery, love and passion. This is designed in a time that Zordon was never destroyed.


She felt the car spinning out of control, not knowing what to do she pushed speed dial on her phone for a number she had not used in eight years. The number rang and rang.


He heard the phone ring and looked around for its location, finding it in some random spot on the floor underneath some papers. Grabbing it he gasped when he saw the number unsure of whether he should answer it or not. He felt the need to answer and without a second thought opened the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Help me!" He could hear the fear growing in the familiar voice.

"Where are you at?" He asked her knowing he would go.

"I don't know on the road somewhere, coming home to Angel Grove," the car's tires screeching could be heard, the squeal of the brakes and then a loud crash.

Tossing the phone to the side he slipped his feet into some shoes and rushed out the door, grabbing his keys and wallet on the way. He got onto his now running motorcycle and took off on the one road that led into Angel Grove figuring that she would be on there somewhere.


She tried to take a deep breath but it hurt. She hopped he would be here soon to help her. She needed him more than anything. She tried to reach for her phone but couldn't move. He could help her when she knew no one else could or maybe no one else would. She let her eyes close and was soon in a deep state of unconsciousness.


He felt his heart in his throat as he drove around one of the sharp bends still not having seen her car. And then suddenly he was on top of it, he could see the car's wheels still spinning in the air, it was flipped over on the hood and he was worried that the damage would be more extensive then he first thought. Of course the car was pink, what other color would it be? Being a mustang as well it surprised him that the damage wasn't worse. He stopped the motorcycle, and walked down the driver's side of the car preparing himself for what he might see. Kneeling down he some sort of pink light surrounding her, and wondered what on Earth it could be.

"Kim," he whispered, sticking his hand in through the broken glass, and gently touching her pulse relieved to feel it was still beating, albeit slower than usual but at least it was something. He pulled out a pocket knife and gently cut away the seat belt, knowing it wouldn't release since it was designed to keep her safe. Once undone he slowly tried to maneuver her out of the car. With the location of the car on the incline he knew it wasn't safe to leave her in it for fear that it would slide with any big movement made from her. Her breathing was irregular and he knew he needed to get her to a doctor of a different kind; the Command Station where only Zordon and Alpha could help. The regular hospital might find the pink lights highly unusual. He destroyed the car and then sitting on the motorcycle with her in his arms he slowly drove back to his house where he'd leave the bike so he could teleport her back to the Command Station. Dropping the bike off he held her in the living room as he pushed some buttons, transferring them to the Station that neither had been to in years, or at least that is what he thought.

In the Command Center he carried her to the middle of the control area. "Zordon," he whispered hopefully. He knew his mentor would answer no matter what the time of day was.

"Tommy, it is good to see you," Zordon appeared to him in his time warp. He could hear the patter of Alpha's feet coming up behind him.

"Tommy, you came back!" Alpha exclaimed then he looked upon the face of the girl in his arms. "What has happened?"

"She was in a bad car wreck. Can you help her?" He asked them looking first at Alpha then to Zordon hoping that maybe they could help the woman he had never fallen out of love with.

"We'll try, go lay her on the recovery table," Alpha told him pointing to the location right outside the control circle. It was in the same spot as it had been ten years ago. Alpha carried a wand with him, which Tommy knew was to measure Kimberly's, vitals as well as tell what injuries she had and where. Alpha pressed some buttons and then began the slow scan of Kim's vitals and other body parts.


She felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness voices around her; a little beep could also be heard. She wanted to wake up so badly and feel better. She had tried to come home and almost killed herself in the process.

"Kimberly?" She heard the voice she had longed to hear for so long calling out to her. Weakly she tried to open her eyes but found that she didn't have the strength to do that so she squeeze the hand that wasn't hurting showing she could hear him talking.

"I have the results," she heard another voice say.

"Well?"

"She has cracked her shoulder, three ribs, dislocated her knee, and broke a few fingers. Her vitals are stabilizing. She should be OK but it will be a long road of recovery." The voice had a warning tone to it.

However Kimberly had heard enough to know her gymnastics career would be over. Things were about to change and she was not sure she was ready for that.