The Second Time Around

by PRfan4ever

Disclaimer: I own nothing. So don't sue me.

A/N: I'm taking a break from my Your Song series. (I haven't thought of a song for Adam and Tanya yet.) Anyways, this is another Tommy/Kim fic, the third one I've done, so far. There's a surprise twist here, so please read. Enjoy! Feel free to R&R!

William Jethro Cranston was sitting at his desk, looking out the window of his grandly decorated Manhattan office, his back turned to his work. Suddenly, the intercom beeped. He turned his chair around, and pressed a button.

"Yes?"

"Boss, someone just called in, he says he's from Angel Grove, California."

"Patch him through to me, please," Billy replied.

"Yes, boss." Click. After a short silence, an old, familiar voice came through.

"Hey, Billy! It's me, Adam."

"And what business does Detective Charles Adam Park have with William Jethro Cranston, attorney-at-law, and CEO of Cranston and Associates?" Billy teased.

"I need some advice, man. I swear, this time, it isn't about anything legal," Adam said, with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, yeah? Well, last time it was," Billy said.

"Well, that was last time! This is different," Adam retorted.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"I just flew in from Angel Grove. Can we meet at your apartment?"

"Sure. At what time?"

"I'll be there at 7:30. Would that be fine?"

"Sure. I'll be expecting you."

"See you later, man."



"You too. Bye." Click.

7:30pm

Billy's apartment

Manhattan, New York

Adam rang the doorbell. Billy checked to see if it was him, and opened it.

"Well, it's about time. Come in."

"Cool place, man," Adam said.

"Thanks. I prefer renting an apartment," Billy said, with a chuckle, "And to think that I'm the CEO of a law firm. Brandy?"

"Sure. That'd be nice." Adam said, taking a seat.

Billy poured Adam some brandy, as well as for himself.

"By the way," Adam said, "I really never thought you'd be a lawyer. None of us could believe it!"

"Well, I remember when none of us could believe Tommy got his doctorate," Billy said, with a laugh.

"Yeah, I'll say!" Adam said, laughing as well. "Jason fell off his chair!" Laughter ensued, and the two old friends almost died of hilarity.

"By the way, how's the old ape doing?"

"Rocky? He's fine! He and Aisha have three daughters now."

"Wow. Talk about an insult to being macho," Billy smirked.

"You said it! I mean, every man wants a son to carry on the family name, right? Too bad, Rocky only has daughters."

"Well, maybe next time, he'll get lucky."

"I've got my fingers crossed. By the way, Billy, when did you decide to become a lawyer?"

"Well, I'm sure we can talk about that some other time. Let's get down to business, shall we?" Billy sipped his brandy.



"Right. Let's get on with it. I know you've got a busy schedule. I'm here because of a friend."

"I thought this wasn't about anything legal," Billy said, giving his old friend a puzzled look.

"No, no, it's not anything legal, I promise you that. It's about Tommy."

"About Tommy? What about Tommy?"

"Well, don't you think it's high time they got back together?"

"I've thought of that. But come on, Adam! Let's make them decide for themselves! Why is it that we're the ones who are worried about them? Why do we keep bringing them back together?"

"I see where you're coming from. Clearly, they still love each other. But they're either to stupid, or too blind to realize it, or they're too stubborn and prideful to admit it. We're just helping them see that. I mean, they had something good going, right? Didn't they?"

"I agree," Billy said, after a long moment of silence.

"See what I'm driving at?"

"Affirmative. But nothing we ever did worked for them. We thought they'd get back together after Trini died. Did they?"

"Nope," Adam shook his head.

"We thought that after Zack died, they'd get back together."

"I know, I know. But seriously, it's been ten years, man!"

"Remember Rocky and Aisha's attempt to bring them back together? That didn't work. And remember Jason making Tommy and Kimberly meet 'accidentally'?"

"Exactly my point! We're their last hope, man! We gotta think of something to get the two back together!"

"You're right. It's time they got back together," Billy said, with a thought.

"So, you got any plans?"

"Don't worry. I think I know just what to do."

"How? What?"

"I've got a connection," Billy said, with a smile. Adam gave Billy a puzzled look, as Billy handed him a calling card.

"Olivia Johnson, Professor of Music, the Arts, and World History."



Adam took the card, uncertain if his friend knew what he was doing.

"Eh? What's this got to do with Tommy and Kimberly?"

Billy pulled out a picture from his wallet, and handed it to Adam.

"Here you go. Take a closer look. Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen of the jury."

Adam took the photo, scratched his head, then brought the picture closer to his face.

He chuckled, which eventually grew into full-blown laughter, and he almost died laughing.

"See now? See who that is? Told you I've got a connection," Billy smirked.

"Smart, my friend," Adam laughed.

"Cunning, remember?" Billy said, tapping his left temple with his index finger.

"Huh? Oh! Oh! The wolf, right!"

"See? I still haven't forgotten my Spirit Guide. The wolf—cunning and swift."

"Well, it certainly fits you, as a lawyer."

"Sure does, if you mean cunning in words." Another round of laughter.

The two friends talked of everything they've been up to, so far, and Billy asked about the others, and how each of them was doing. Round after round of laughter vibrated throughout the apartment.

"Well, I'd better go. Before we get charged with disturbance of the peace!" Another round of laughter.

"Don't worry. I'll represent you at court!" Billy laughed, and Adam finally having said goodbye, headed out the door. Then, he turned back, and said, "Oh, and Billy, call her, bro!"

"Yeah, I will! I know the plan."