Thank you again for your reviews and patience. It's taken me ages to upload this chapter. I've had it ready, it just never seems to upload so I'm so sorry for the wait! Anyways, I think you're gonna like this chapter… Drum roll please! Enjoy some interaction with Tommy and Kimberly. Finally!

Falcon Dreams

Chapter 8

Colour.

"Carol, it's Violet." Violet Davis winced the moment Carols name came out of her mouth.

Who else was she supposed to call?

"Something has happened and I know that Kimberly will kill me for this but I don't know what else to do." Violet began, knowing this was going to be the beginning of a very long phone call and an even longer headache. "We're in her Bridal Boutique."

Surely Kimberly would understand?

"Yeah, she actually did it." Violet allowed a small shadow of a smile grace her pretty face. Kimberly had done it and fate or destiny or whatever you want to call it had intervened and thrown her the biggest curveball that no one could've suspected. "That's the thing… We're in Angel Grove."

The piercing shriek that followed could've shattered windows.

Kimberly, please understand.

"I know, Carol." Violets voice was defeated and worry for her best friend filled her stomach. Angel Grove. Of all the places.

Why couldn't it have been Hawaii?

"All I know is that Tommy Oliver waltzed into here asking about a letter." Violet winced again, the panic in Carols voice was evident. Tommy Oliver and this letter meant something. Another secret kept from Kimberly? Violet was not looking forward to picking up those pieces, whatever kind of pieces they may be. "What could I say? I don't know anything about a letter."

What was so important about a stupid seven year old letter?

"I don't know what else to do, Carol. I need your help."

Violet wasn't sure what she felt more guilty about; the fact that she had figured out who Kimberly had wanted to come home to seven years ago, or the fact that she had called her mother before even consulting her. Violet felt sick and the echo of I'll be on the next flight hung heavily in the air.

"You told her what?" Aisha Campbell was both utterly amazed and disappointed in her blonde beauty and apparently bombshell of a friend. "Jesus, Kat. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking." Katherine admitted, sipping the cool and dry white wine from her almost empty glass. She was definitely going to need another. Katherine watched Aisha for a moment. She knew that by lying to Kimberly, by severing Kimberly's old and very much potential new ties with her future husband, that the friendships that Kat had held dear to her for many years would be in jeopardy.

"That's right, you weren't." Aisha snapped rubbing her fingers in a clockwork motion over her temples. Aisha loved Katherine, honestly she did, but she was sure that 'blonde moments' specifically applied to her sometimes.

"She's my future husbands first love, Aisha." Kat snapped in return feelings of dread washing over her skin. "When she asked about a falcon, I panicked."

"You have to tell her the truth." Aisha concluded. Because if you don't, I will.

"I know, but that's easier said than done." Katherine admitted and Aisha nodded in return, of course it was easier said than done but doing the right thing was moral. Especially when the poor girl couldn't remember anything anyway. The last thing Kimberly needed was to hear lies.

How would she ever get better if no-one told her the truth? How would she ever remember?

"I mean what am I supposed to say to Tommy?" Katherine asked and the two fell silent. Kats eyes fixed on the pavement outside the shabby chic cafe in the middle of town and Aisha's on her friend trying to figure out if she was mad at Kat for lying to her oldest friend or sorry for the situation life had thrown her into.

"What are you worried about Kat?" Aisha asked her after a few minutes.

"I'm worried that maybe now Kimberly's back… Now that Tommy knows she doesn't remember what happened and doesn't remember writing that stupid letter then maybe…" Katherine sighed.

"Maybe he'll fall in love with her again." Aisha concluded watching as her friends eyes prickled with tears. "Kat, you and Tommy are engaged and he loves you." She began grabbing hold of Katherine's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You have to talk to him about this and I don't mean in an argument where you both scream at each other…" Katherine nodded guiltily. Tommy had told her about their little argument the other day, huh? "The only way you're gonna know what he's thinking is to sit down and ask him outright."

"It's hard for me." Kat admitted.

"I know it is honey," Aisha smiled carefully. "But think. If it's hard for you to comprehend an old friend coming home, imagine how hard it is for Tommy to comprehend the girl he was in love with for years and years coming home." She continued. "Not only that, but she doesn't remember him or any of us for that matter."

"He really loved her, Aisha." Katherine's voice shook with sorrow and fear for the unknown. "I knew for the first few years of our relationship that he was still in love with Kimberly. He used to say her name in his sleep…" Kat didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I mean, he kept that goddamn letter in his wallet for the best part of five years and I know that if she hadn't have gone, then this ring would be on her finger instead of mine."

"Kat, you can't think like that." Aisha shook her head, squeezing her friends hand once more. "There are lots of what-could-have-beens in this life. Talk to Tommy and see what he's thinking."

"What if he's still in love with her, Aisha?" Aisha's lips pursed together as she tried to hide all thoughts and feelings from Kat. With the way Tommy reacted when he saw the falcon drawing, it would amaze her if those feelings he had buried all those years ago didn't come to surface.

What would they all do if Kimberly remembered? What would Tommy do? And what would that mean for him and Kat?

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Aisha promised and the niggling feeling in the back of her mind answered for her.

What if he never stopped loving her?

Kimberly's feet pounded onto the pavement in a pace that would have surprised her had she been paying attention. She didn't know where she was running to, only that she needed to run. It was late, probably about ten o'clock in the evening and the moon that lit the park was her only companion.

She wasn't sure how much sugar three red bulls contained or how much caffeine, all that Kimberly knew was she couldn't sleep. There was no way in hell that she was falling into endless nightmares where she once again lay paralysed without the security of her falcon patrolling the skies and keeping her safe.

An accident.

That's what Katherine Hillard had said.

Katherine Hillard.

The girl that knew her. The girl she had been friends with before she went to train for the olympics. The girl Kimberly couldn't remember. The girl that knew her falcon, knew his name and knew that he was gone.

He was my falcon too.

Kimberly felt as though a part of her soul had suddenly turned to ash. The links she held with her previous life crumbled into dust with the loss of the only comfort that she ever known and she was mourning the loss of someone she had only ever met in her dreams. She felt foolish and the more she thought about it, the angrier she felt about the whole situation and the harder she ran.

How the hell could her broken brain only recall useless moments. So what if the beam was wet? So what if that boy she liked when she was 17 was called Tommy. So what if she never made it to the olympics… Why had her damaged mind made her remember someone that was gone? Why put herself through that? She didn't understand, and maybe she never would.

With that defeated realisation, Kimberley's impressive pace faltered and she slowed to a stop, resting her palms on her thighs in a bent position to help her catch her breath. It was only when her lungs stopped burning and her legs regained some strength that Kimberly felt the bile rise in her throat and the remains of this mornings muffin made it's reappearance in the nearest trashcan.

"Urgh," Kimberly wiped the sweat from her forehead and caught her breath. "That's gross." Kimberly muttered to herself turning away from the trashcan and slumped onto a nearby bench. Her fingers traced the scar that dominated her cranium and she fought hard against the migraine that crept its way up her spine… What had started as a good day had ended horribly and now it was dark and Kimberly was alone in a park she didn't recognise with what she was sure was blueberry vomit splattered on her sports bra.

"Kimberly?" A voice sounded through the night and if Kimberly hadn't have felt so terrible, she probably would have screamed in fright. Kimberly wiped her mouth to ensure the blueberry vomit was no more before looking up to greet the stranger trawling through the dark.

White sneakers.

White shorts.

Thomas.

"Is everything okay?" Kimberly let out a nervous laugh, thankful that this stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Thomas, thank god." Tommy Oliver didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact that she had said his name with such relief and happiness or the fact that she had called him Thomas… A name only his Grandma Oliver called him. "I'm so glad it's you and not some morphological being come to steal me away in the dark." Tommy laughed at this one and plonked himself down next to the brunette beauty.

"You see many of those running around?" He asked curiously but cautiously.

"Not yet," Kimberly smiled at him in return, feeling more comfortable than she had done a few moments ago. "Maybe you scared them away." Tommy glanced over at his old love and offered her a tender smile. She was still as innocent and as beautiful as she always had been.

"Maybe we both did." He told Kimberly bumping her shoulder with his own gently. The two were silent for a moment. Tommy unsure of what to say and Kimberly unsure of why she felt so comfortable with the man she had met mere hours ago with his fiancee. "So how are you finding Angel Grove?" Tommy asked carefully.

"Uh, it's new." Kimberly stated slowly unsure of how to answer that question. "And by new, I mean these paths seem strangely familiar but I have no idea where I am." Kimberly admitted and Tommy could do nothing but nod in return. "I figure, if I follow my feet, maybe my subconsciousness will lead the way."

"Right, the accident." Tommy offered so Kimberly didn't feel the need to explain herself again. One I-lost-my-memory story is enough for one day. "I'm really sorry about that, Kim." Tommy told er so genuine and sincere that Kimberly felt her heart skip a little beat however it only took a moment before they had both realised what he had said.

Kim.

Like they were old friends or something.

"Kimberly-sorry, old habit." Tommy admitted, almost kicking himself for making another mistake.

"What?" Kimberly asked, scooting away slightly to get a better view of the man sat next to her. She needed to see his eyes. She needed to see the truth in them.

Did they know each other?

"What?" Tommy asked, apparently oblivious to what he had just said.

"You said 'old habit' like we hadn't just met a few hours ago." Kimberly frowned, she became more suspicious and untrusting by the second.

Was anyone truthful with her now?

"Katherine used to talk about you and her friends from school a lot. She calls you Kim." Tommy replied quickly, thinking on his feet. Tommy Oliver could almost hear the tenseness of Kimberly's breathing.

Good one, Oliver. You've messed it all up already.

"I can call you Kimberly though if you prefer." Tommy tried, and after a few moments of processing this information, Kimberly relaxed onto the park bench once more. She was overreacting. She was tense and emotional about her conversation with Katherine earlier that day and now she wasn't thinking straight. This was Thomas, a friendly face that she was grateful for in a town filled with strangers.

"Kim is fine, I'm sorry for getting so defensive." Kimberly replied, instinctively reaching for the scar that dominated the back of her head under her brunette locks and dragged her other hand across her face in an attempt to wipe away some of the tiredness that came with the unknown. "I haven't had the best day."

"I'm sure coming here has been quite stressful." Tommy stated and Kimberly nodded in return. With the sounds of night and the light of the moon, the two fell into a comfortable silence. Tommy couldn't quite believe who he was sat next to and Kimberly couldn't wrap her head around why this felt so right, like she had done this a thousand times before.

Tommy Oliver looked at Kimberly Ann Hart for what felt like the first time in one hundred years. Like he had been asleep for so long and this picture of a young woman whose hair was pulled up messily into a ponytail with sweat dotted across her brow and vomit on her sports bra had suddenly woke him up. Tommy was seeing in colour again for the first time in seven years and it was glorious.

She doesn't know who you are.

She doesn't know what she meant to you.

She doesn't know about the letter.

But she does know about Kat.

Katherine Hillard. There was no doubt in Tommy's mind that made him question his love for Kat. He knew that he loved her or he wouldn't have asked her to marry him. They had been together on and off for seven years, ever since Kimberly had told him that she had met someone whilst training. It had taken a while, but Tommy loved Kat. He knew he did. It wasn't the first-time kind of love that took your breath away and knocked you off of your feet but he loved her all the same.

Tommy was in love with Kimberly Ann Hart seven long years ago.

And now, he loved Katherine Hillard.

But my god, she's still so beautiful.

"People tell me things now and I wonder if what they're saying is the truth." Kimberly announced into the silence and the darkness of the evening so suddenly and out of the blue, that it almost made Tommy jump. She didn't know why she had said that or why she even felt remotely comfortable to speak so feely with the handsome man sat next to her. There was something about Tommy Oliver, Kimberly had decided. He radiated some kind of familiarity and homeliness that Kimberly had desperately been missing. Perhaps it was because they were both new to this town. He was here for his fiancee and she was here for her boutique, destined to meet.

Like fate.

"By people, do you mean Kat?" Tommy asked and Kimberly peered at him guiltily.

"I don't mean to drag you into this." She cringed, this was definitely not the person she should be confiding in. She had known the man all of five minutes, there was no reason for her to spill her heart out to him. And about his fiancee too! The poor guy must think she's some crazy broken minded girl tiptoeing though the world.

There was no reason… Other than those brown eyes looked like coming home. Something about this Tommy Oliver, he felt normal. Like he had been here all along.

"Maybe I can help?" He asked.

"It's just… She said something and now…" Kimberly hesitated and Tommy allowed her to have her insecure moment before nudging her again lightly with his shoulder. He wanted her to know that he was here with her, and he was listening. "When Katherine came into my boutique, she saw one of my sketches." Kimberly announced and Tommy felt his heart shoot into his mouth.

She couldn't mean that one, could she?

"It was of a bird. A falcon." Kimberly admitted, a blush flushed her cheeks. "I know that it may sound stupid, or childish even but every night I dream about this falcon and now I'm frightened that when I close my eyes tonight, he's not going to be there waiting for me." Kimberly tried brushing off the emotion in her voice and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall down her embarrassed cheeks.

"What did she say about it?" Tommy asked quickly, the goosebumps on his skin and the butterflies in his stomach were new, an excitement he hadn't felt in a long while.

Every night I dream about this falcon.

He couldn't quite believe these words had come out of her beautiful mouth. Maybe she did remember? There was a glimpse of him. a fraction of him that was buried inside of her and my god, he wouldn't stop until she had dug it out.

"She said he was gone." Kimberly sniffed. "She said there had been an accident." Tommy tensed. He would be having a few choice words with his wife to be when he got home that night.

"This falcon," Kimberly continued "He's been there for me ever since I lost my memory. He is my only constant." Kimberly wiped away a stray tear feeling foolish that she had lost her usually effortless composure in front of a stranger. "I can't lose him now."

"This falcon," Tommy began reaching over to his crane to wipe away a second stray tear that had escaped from her doe-like eyes.. "Will be there when you fall asleep tonight. If you mean as much to him as he does to you, he will not abandon you." Tommy promised, swallowing his own emotion and hiding his own sad eyes from his first love.

"I'm sorry, I hardly know you and I'm shoving all of this baggage onto your shoulders." Kimberly gave an emotional laugh and Tommy smiled at her in return.

"I love baggage and my shoulders are strong. I promise." Kimberly laughed again, the emotion and uncertainty disappearing from her features.

"Do you ever feel like everything you ever knew had just been thrown out of the window and now you gotta figure stuff out on your own?" She asked Tommy casually, wiping away any watery residue from her pretty face.

"Yeah, funnily enough." He admitted, rolling his head to stretch out the stress that had suddenly appeared there.

She said there had been an accident.

Tommy couldn't believe Katherine had told Kimberly that he was gone. Did she honestly think that would sit well with him? Kimberly deserved to know the truth, he knew that… But perhaps not now… Not now the moonlight was reflecting of her warm eyes and fireflies danced around in the distance.

"How do you deal with that?" Kimberly asked.

"Same thing you're doing right now… I run." Tommy told her. "Except, normally I can stomach my blueberry muffins." Tommy Oliver grinned at Kimberly as she slapped her hands over her eyes in embarrassment.

"Ew, please don't look at that or at me. I'm such a mess right now."

"No, you're good." The two first loves smiled at each other before Tommy stood before her.

You look beautiful.

"Come on, I'll walk you home." Tommy offered his hand to Kimberly which she took graciously.

"I'd really appreciate that because I have no idea where I am." Kimberly laughed, and as hard as Tommy tried, he couldn't muster one in return. "It's hard to believe that I knew this place once…"

"Yeah, I can't even begin to imagine."

"Maybe now I'm here, I'll start seeing the world in colour again and not in the black and white everyone wants me to see it in." Tommy glanced down at his petite pterodactyl and fought hard to not show the smile that wanted to explode across his face.

She wanted to see in colour, just as he had started to.

"What if I want greens and yellow's and reds?" Kimberly asked, her hands going up into the air for effect. "What if black and white isn't enough? What it I want blue and black? And pink and white?" She demanded. "Is that too much to ask? For a little bit of colour?" Kimberly's arms folded across her chest like a moody teenager that couldn't get what she wanted and Tommy fought the urge to wrap his arm around her shoulder and call her beautiful.

This is exactly how he remembered her. Young, feisty and real.

"Sometimes, we all need a little explosion of colour." Tommy admitted. "Pink and white seem okay to me."

"Green is my favourite." Kimberly told him, flashing him a sideways smile so like the girl he used to love that he almost felt seventeen again.

"Mine too."

Who's ready for Carol? And that stupid seven year old letter?

So Kimberly and Tommy have finally had a spare moment together! How do you think that went? Everyone loves a bit of green, right?

And what about Kat? I do feel for her and I haven't 100% decided how I'm gonna let that play out yet. Tommy loves Kat. He used to be in love with Kimberly. It's all a bit up in the air. Who knows what's gonna happen! I guess we'll cross that bridge with Aisha when we come to it.

We'll see.

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