It was a calm day at the gym, and several of Kim's students mothers sat in the waiting area for their children talking.
"Don't get me wrong, she seems like a nice girl, it just..." The woman paused for a second, "Looks can be deceiving, Dr. Oliver has bitten off more than he can chew."
"I know what you mean, he's a smart man but he is rather naive about this kind of stuff," another lady added neither one of them aware that the topic of their conversation could hear every single word they said as they waited for the tumbling class to get over with.
"I bet she never was faithful to her first husband," the first woman continued, "The way she just threw herself at him before the divorce was even finalized was just shameful."
"I talked to a friend of her ex, and," the woman made a sour expression, "He said that she was the abusive one, always telling at him and stuff, addicted to alcohol and all kind of drugs. That's not even the worst of it."
"What is?"
"When her ex threatened to take the kids and leave her, she framed him for drug dealing and run off with the kids. He tried talking to her about it, and she shot him in the heart, and got away with it."
Kim couldn't take it anymore, she stepped back from the balance beam were she was spotting her students, turned around and stalked into the office, slamming the door shut before allowing several words to escape her lips before crumbling onto the floor and burst into tears.
Zordon looked up from the desk when Kim came in and shot her a concerned look. He never took her as the kind of person to use that kind of language.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Even in death Luke finds a way to torment me," Kim sobbed, explaining what happened.
Zordon wanted to growl, no, he wanted nothing more than to raise Luke from the dead so he can make him pay for every single time he made Kim cry.
"Throw them out," Zordon stated, "This is your place of business, you don't have to put up with listening to them talking bad about you."
"I don't know..." Kim said, "They might cost us students. If people hear these rumors they won't want their kids here, and if children services hear," her eyebrow rose as panic crept into her voice, "They might take the girls away! That must be what they are after, I bet it was Silverback who started the rumors."
"They need proof before they can take children from their homes, and they aren't going to find it at your place. As for students, I don't think it is going to affect them any. The Power Rangers and Silverback wouldn't get involved with someone who was innocent." Zordon stood up, "I think I will go set those two straight."
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Coach Schmidt loved scouting out new talent, and was enjoying being in this part of California again. He hadn't been here for some time, since recruiting Kimberly Hart.
Kimberly, he wondered what happened to her, he hadn't heard from her since he had received a phone call five months ago telling him that she had booked a flight to California and wasn't coming back to work. He had seen her bruises and noticed that she refused to leave the children with their father. He had a good idea what was going on. He did everything he could to help, but without her telling him what was going on her couldn't do much. He had let out a sigh of relief and sent out a prayer of thanks when she left suddenly.
He sighed as he entered the cafe he had found while driving around. He had been to every gym he knew of, and no one seemed to catch his eye. However, he had heard a rumor that a new gym had opened up recently and was stealing students, but no one seemed to know who opened it.
He sighed, as he sat down, a red head woman coming over to him, "Welcome to Hayley's Cyberspace Cafe, what can I get you?"
"You don't happen to know anything about the Flying Crane Gym?"
Hayley gave the man a strange look, "Depends on who is asking and why, the Oliver's have enough trouble on their plates as it is."
Coach Schmidt frowned before introducing himself and explained his reason for being in town.
"You're Coach Schmidt?" Hayley demanded her face lighting up, "Well, from what I heard you'll be a welcomed sight. I hope you like hugs."
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Coach Schmidt entered the gym cautiously, he wasn't sure what the owner of the cafe was talking about, and he was almost scared about what she said. A man who might have been around his age or older, approached him, "Hello, Welcome to Mighty Falcon and Flying Crane Gym and Dojo, can I help you with something?"
Coach Schmidt nodded his head, "I'm Coach Schmidt and I'm looking for the head gymnastics coach."
At the mention of his name the other man's face lit up, before he called someone over.
"Coach Schmidt," a familiar voice called out behind him. He turned around to find Kimberly Hart standing there. She looked more like the teenager that he had recruited all those years ago than the frightened young mother who left Florida only five months earlier. She had a spark of life in her eyes and seemed more relaxed and happier. Leaving her husband had been the right thing for her to do.
"Kimberly," he said warmly, "I am so glad to see you so well."
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A/N: you know what I think I'll just stop here, save the actual reunion for next chapter. I'm afraid that coach Schmidt might get overwhelmed by Kimberly's "family" because they all want to thank him for helping her out in Florida.