A\N: Aaaaand....I'm back! Don't know what happened, but let's see if this is as good as it should be. Enjoy! (I never thought I'd say this, but just in case it isn't clear enough, the alien speech is in . Whatever they're called.) Might have more chappies, but I'm not sure. Let me know if you want them!

I failed once.

I don't know why. Kimberly Hart, the mighty Pink Ranger, fell apart, and I shouldn't have, by any means. But I do know that as I stand here at this viewport, the invisible bubble of my fear appears over my head. The words ring into my mind. Not good enough. Weak little girl. You ran away.

I am going to punch through that bubble, and if I have anything to say about it, the remains of it will eat away at the ones who left me behind. The Earth seems a fitting place to do it, too.

Ma'm. First Officer Telin says, Triforian syllables rolling off his tong. We've arrived.

I nod. Thank you. I walk over to the captain's chair. Teleportation room, prepare for a passenger. I turn to Telin. First Officer Telin.

Yes, Ma'm.

Congratulations. You're captain now. Godsspeed.

Yes, Ma'm. Telin's smile becomes softer. I'll miss you, Kimmerly.

I'll probably never get used to hearing my name pronounced right. I say dryly. I'll miss you too.

I step out into the teleportation bay. The guy we jokingly named 'Scotty' grins at me. "Ready for teleportation?" He asks. He used to be a scholar, so he knows the modified English that's used as Basic.

"You got it. Beam me up, Scotty." I say, stepping onto the teleportation platform.

"Yes Ma'm. Godsspeed."

"Godsspeed." I note the enunciation again. Gods' speed, not God's speed. Plural gods. I never believed in them on Earth. I never believed in a lot of things on Earth.

Boy, are they in for a shock.

I land in the middle of a sunny field and smile as a bright flash catches my eye. Then I look around.

I'm in a park, behind a tree. Hey, I remember this--wait a minute. Those little...they sent me to Angel Grove! I shoot a glare at the sky. That explains the rush to get out of there, all right. Ahh, the joys of being an officer in the Allied Forces. All the pranking subordinates you could want.

A little girl in pink runs up to me. I blink. She looks familiar. Far too familiar. What in the world is she? "Hi. I picked these for you." She says, handing them to me. "I know you didn't fall out of the sky, but I thought you'd like them anyway."

Strike that. Pranking, about-to-be-court-martialed subordinates. I look around irritably. If they just marooned me on Tallia or Triforia, I will be pissed as hell.

"Um, sorry. I keep forgetting. Uncle Casey says I should explain myself before I start talking." The girl sticks out a hand. "How do you do I'm Tara Hart and I'm five years old and I dreamed about you and no I'm not crazy."

WHAT?

"Tara...who?" I ask weakly.

"MONSTER!"

My head whips up. Sure enough, there's a monster. I pull the little girl behind me. "Tara, stay put." I tell her, pulling out my morpher.

You can't do this, the voices whisper, stronger than ever. You aren't ready. You're just a scared little girl who runs away.

"PTERODACTYL!"

The first punch feels wonderful. I'd forgotten just how much of a rush this was, but with every punch I can feel the words flying away, the bubble bursting. Behind me, the new Rangers whisper their astonishment.

Finally I get bored.

I pull out my pistol, switch the setting, and blow the thing into the last century. I grin. "You know," I comment, "Learning how to switch these settings is useful."

Then I turn and see Tommy Oliver.

"T-Tommy?" I stammer.

"Kim?" He replies, sounding dazed. He steps closer and raises his hand to my helmet.

"MOMMY!" A pink blur screams, running into my stomach.

Tommy's eyes meet mine, and suddenly, we laugh. Just laugh.

That's when I know that everything's going to be okay.