Prompt: #49 Monkey
Fandom Crossing: Power Rangers and The Monkees
Characters: Kim/Tommy/Mike/Davy/Micky/Peter
Author's Note: The Monkees I'm using in this story are Fictional Monkees. As in the characters of the TV show and not the actors who portray the Monkees.
Tommy handed a stuffed monkey that had a little pink back pack on it to his girlfriend, Kimberly.
"Thanks," the pink clad girl said as she hugged him.
"You're welcome, but that's not you're only gift," he stated a little anxiously.
"Well, let me have the other one." She smiled mischievously.
"You have the other gift in your hands, too," Tommy told her and she cocked up her left eyebrow.
"Look in the monkey's back pack," Tommy suggested.
She unzipped the little back pack and pulled out two tickets. "You said you liked them so I got us two tickets as well as backstage passes.
She gave a disappointed looked that she hoped Tommy missed, but he didn't. "What you don't like them anymore.
"It's not that, Tommy," she began. "It's just that you shouldn't have wasted your money one these."
"Why," he asked a little confused.
"Well, I could have gotten them from my uncle. I should have told you this sooner, but Mike Nesmith is my uncle," she explained.
"Oh, well, that's explains why you play guitar," Tommy said.
"Yeah was one of my teachers as well as one of the best I had," she told him.
Later while wait backstage, Tommy was pacing.
"Tommy, calm down, you have nothing to worry about from Uncle Mike. He's a nice guy. Besides your making me nervous," Kim chided.
"Oh, sorry," Tommy said a little distractedly.
A few moments later, Kimberly heard the familiar southern drawl of her uncles as the group was walking back stage. Mike took one look at the girl wait backstage and he knew immediately who it was. "Kimberly!"
She ran to him, went onto her tiptoes, and grabbed him into a hug. "Hi, Uncle Mike."
"Your mom didn't say anything about you coming to this concert," Mike said.
"Well that's because I found out today," she beamed.
"OK," Mike said and his eyes fell on Tommy. "Who's this Kimberly?"
"Oh, um Uncle Mike, this is my boyfriend, Tommy Oliver," she introduced.
"Hi, um, Mr. Nesmith," Tommy stated quite nervously and shook Mike's hand when Mike offered.
"Call me Mike," the older man declared.
"OK, um, Mr.-I mean Mike," the boy dressed in white said.
"So how'd you like the concert, Shorty?" Mike asked.
"Oh, Uncle Mike you know you don't even have to ask," she squealed.
"How about you, Tommy," Mike asked again.
"It was awesome," Tommy stated.
"You're not just saying that because your girlfriends here, are ya?" Mike inquired.
"No, I know better than that," Tommy proclaimed.
One of the men behind Mike couldn't stand still or be quiet any longer and said, "Excuse me, I going to see if I can find any food any this Popsicle stand."
"You do that, Micky," he said before Micky skipped and jumped around backstage.
"Who does that remind me of?" Tommy thought.
"I know what you're thinking and yes, Rocky and Micky are quiet similar especially in the food department," Kimberly stated.
"You have a friend like Micky?" the short, British man asked.
"Yes, I do," Kimberly answered. "And to be honest I never thought I would, but then a lot of things like that have been happening lately." She looked at the communicator on wrist when she finished talking.
"So, Kimberly how's everything going?" Mike asked.
Just as she was about to answer it, her communicator when off. Tommy walked away from them and left Kimberly with her uncle.
She answered, "Everything's going great."
"Good," he said as Tommy was running back towards them.
"Uh, Kimberly we gotta go. We gotta go work on that thing for Ms. Appleby," Tommy lied.
"Right," Kimberly acknowledged. "I'm sorry Uncle Mike we'll finish this some other time?"
Mike grabbed the girl dressed in pink into a hug and said, "Sure, Kimberly. Talk to you later."
When the let go she followed Tommy out of the concert hall to a safe place to teleport and morph from.
"Tommy," she said as they were running.
"What?" he responded.
"Thanks for today," she said. "It was great while it lasted."
"You're welcome, Kimberly," the white ranger answered.