It had been nearly a year since the Dear John letter had reached his friend, Tommy Oliver. Now school was out, Jason Lee Scott knew where he had to go: Pensacola, Florida.

He had been living on his own since he had came back from the Switzerland Peace Summit and gained the powers from Trei. Though the powers had nearly killed him, he was still proud he had taken the mantle for the man from Triforia. He just wished he had known the risk.

However, what he found when he got to Florida was not what he expected. He saw the once proud pink ranger at a gaunt 70 pounds sitting on one of the benches. She was wearing a pink tank top with grey sweat pants and a few bruises in different states of healing. Beside her was a pair of crutches leaning against the bench. The brunette's eyes looked jaded, almost like the life had been sucked out of her. His attention caught something he would never expect. There nearby, a 14 year old girl was being yelled at mere inches from her ear for missing a landing off the balance beam.

Without thinking Jason had placed his hand on the shoulder of the elderly gymnastics coach. His jaw clenching as he spoke forcefully, "Lay off the girl."

Gunthar Schmidt turned around to face him, "And who are you to tell me how to coach my pupils?" he snapped, his voice heavily accented.

Jason's nose and lip twitched in anger, "An instructor and good friend to one of your pupils." as he pointed to Kimberly.

Gunthar scoffed, "She isn't anymore. That girl is of no use to me."

He then turned his attention back to Kimberly, "Kim lets go. I am not leaving you with this…" He points to Gunter a few times at a loss for words, "thing. We are getting out of here."

Kim stares back at a loss for words, she hadn't expected Jason to come and see her. As she got to her feet, her knees buckled., Jason quickly catching her and lifting her into his arms, "When was the last time you ate?"

Kim mumbled something inaudible, Jason asking once more, "When?"

She repeated, still barely a whisper, "Three days ago."

Jason turned to look at the man, "You are lucky I want to get her out of here. We would be having a few words." Jason took Kim and left the gymnastics studio. He did the only thing he could and took her to the police station.

He watched as Kim was taken to be examined for the bruises and to get her statement taken. He then walked over to the vending machine and finding one with food you heat in the microwave he dug into his pockets pulling out a few dollars.

A detective walked up beside him, "You the one who brought in Kimberly Hart?"

Jason nodded, "Yeah, am I in trouble for taking her from the abusive coach?"

The detective shook his head, "No you aren't. We are getting her food as we speak. If she will eat is another matter."

Jason nodded, "Brainwashed to think she is fat, right? I heard of it happening in competitive sports. I have heard of martial arts instructors who use tactics that border on physical abuse to toughen up a student for competition."

The detective sighed, "We will need a statement on what you saw when you got to the school."

Jason nodded and said, "Sure, just let me get something for Kim."

After they both get their statements taken the police send Kim to get a full examination. There she sat with Jason, His hand in hers to help give her comfort while she waited for the results to her MRI.

Soon the doctor entered with her file. The doctor was a willowy blond with her long hair in a tight bun. Her lab coat was over the standard teal scrubs most doctors wore. She put the x-rays up and looked at Kimberly Hart. She sighed and said, "I have good news and bad news."

Kimberly nodded and said, "Just tell me what is wrong, Dr. Rowlan." She squeezed Jason's hand in fear of what she was about to hear.

Dr. Rowlan nodded and looked at Kim, "Alright, well with the MRI we found the early signs of Spondylolysis in the lumbar region of the back and many tiny stress fractures. Most look to be as old as nearly a year back. With the other tests we found a minor tear in your right ACL. Luckily we found it while the tear is still minor. Which means you will not need surgery just physical therapy." She placed her hand on Kim's knee and said, "I will say this, The Spondylolysis will end your career in gymnastics. And with the rapid weight loss, I think that you started bad habits."

Kim nodded, "Coach Schmidt wouldn't give me the time I needed to eat saying it was just making me fat. He then would keep us training for so long that I never had time to stretch out after. I feel so tired all the time. I'm in constant pain. That man...he destroyed my chances at getting to go to the Olympics. This compounded with my ankle injury."

Jason took her into his arms as she started to cry. "Shh shh, it will be okay, Kim."

She, between sobs, asked, "Why didn't Tommy call? I could have handled anything as long as I got to hear his voice."

Jason stiffened up, somewhat confused, "Kim, Tommy got a Dear John letter from you. It was typed and neat. He tried calling to get it cleared up but when someone answered they said you didn't want to hear from him. We were all confused."

Kimberly's eyes went wide, "What? I never sent...Oh no, oh no...Coach Schmidt, he broke Tommy and I up! Oh Jason, how am I going to make it up to Tommy?"

Jason sighed and shook his head, "I don't know, Kim. I don't know. I would say a start would be telling him the truth about what has been happening."

Kim nodded into his chest, "Yeah, I will when I am healthy enough to go home."

Three months later, Kim still very small had recovered enough that the doctors had said it was okay for her to go with Jason to go diving. And they had chosen to go diving near the coast of the island Muranthias.