A/N: I can't even begin to describe how SORRY I am for such a long time between updates. With Thanksgiving and my work being SO crazy, I've had to put this on the back burner. I promise I won't do that again. :) I hope everyone had a nice holiday and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Kimberly

"This can't be possible." I whispered, looking into the brown eyes of the 16-year-old version of myself in the other cell. That Kimberly seemed equally shocked as her eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp.

"Are you…me?" She whispered, leaning against the bars of the cell. I gave a hesitant nod, unsure what to say exactly. "From what year?" She asked.

"2018." I replied. She gaped at me, shaking her head.

"No way. That can't be right! That would be over twenty years in the future." She said, trying to grasp her senses. "Who are you really? You have to be some trick by Rita and Goldar. It's not going to work. Once Tommy and the other Rangers get here, I'll show you a thing or two."

"Kimberly, I promise you that I am you." I said. I did love her spirit, but it was a bit unneeded at the moment. She did have a right to have her guard up. "Ask me anything that only you would know."

"Alright." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Where do I keep my diary?"

"Under the left side of your bed, in the box spring. It's also where you keep your morpher when you're sleeping." She paled slightly as she realized exactly who I was.

"No way." She stated again. I smirked, finding it a tad bit funny. "What are you? 40?" She looked horrified. I shot her an unamused look, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm 38, thank you very much. How long have you been here?" I asked.

"A couple hours. Goldar nabbed me on my way home from school. I knew I should have walked home with Tommy and Trini." She leaned her back against the wall next to her bars. "You?"

"Four days." I muttered. "At least I think it's been that long. Do you have your communicator on you? Or your morpher?"

"Nope. They were both in my bag that I dropped." Of course, it was, I thought. I rested my forehead against the horizontal bar and closed my eyes. What the fuck was Rita planning? She had me and the younger version of myself as prisoners. How on Earth did she even managed that? What was her game plan? Were the other Rangers in danger? I wished with everything in me that I had brought my phone with me. Not that that it would have mattered much. I had no clue if it would have worked here on the moon. Now I was beginning to question the when of where I was instead of the where. I heard Kimberly move in her cell.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied, not lifting my head.

"What happens in the future? Like with school…and Tommy." My head popped up at the mention of his name and for a long moment, my heart ached. She was so young, naïve and innocent still. She had no clue that in just a short year and a half, she would have the love of her life ripped away from her because of gossip and poor decisions. She gave me hope filled inquisitive eyes and I wondered what to say back to her. I couldn't tell her the truth.

"I don't want to spoil anything." I said, forcing a smile. "But you're happy for the most part." She smiled broadly, letting out a deep sigh.

"I hope it was a big wedding." She said, and I watched as she slid down the wall to sit on the floor. It was depressing to see how happy she was at the thought of being with Tommy. It was everything I had wanted when I was that age. It was also everything that wouldn't happen by my age. Everything that I still wanted to happen and wished it had.

"Did Goldar say anything when he took you?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. I sat on the floor too, in the same spot she did. She shook her head, glancing over at me.

"Just typical Goldar stuff. He's the greatest, Rita will rule the world, blah blah blah." Rolling her eyes, she tossed a rock out of her cell. "Do you have any idea what she's up to?"

"Not in the slightest. I didn't even know it was her until just a few minutes ago. In my time, she's been purified. She's no longer evil." I explained.

"That's great news!" She exclaimed. "How did that happen? Maybe I can spread the word to our team once they save us. The guys are going to freak when they see you."

"I bet." I muttered. In the back of my mind, I thought about teen Tommy and his handsome good looks that drew me in the moment I saw him. I wouldn't mind seeing that Tommy again. Especially with the hair. "So, how are things with Tommy?"

"Good." She said, a wide grin on her face. "We just celebrated our three-month anniversary. He bought me flowers and left them in my locker. Is he still that sweet?" I snorted, letting out a life.

"I imagine he is." I replied, letting my hair fall over my face. "It sounds like Tommy." In my mind, I could see the sixteen-year-old version of Tommy holding my hand as we walked along the path in the park. Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them away. I didn't have time to get all sappy about my ex-boyfriend. I needed to not only get myself out of here, I also had to get my younger self out as well. Now there's a sentence I never imagined thinking to myself. "What has Rita been doing in your time?" I asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." She replied. "I mean, she's been sending monsters every day but that's her typical game." I leaned my head back against the wall and gazed up at the ceiling. "Do you think this is the Rita from my time?"

"I'm not sure. When I saw her, she wasn't wearing her usual clothes. These were different. They looked…younger? I guess. I don't know. I didn't get to ask her much before she tossed me back in here. Did you see her before they locked you up?"

"No. I only saw Goldar. But, now that you mention it, he doesn't seem to look the same as our Goldar. This one doesn't seem as old." Kimberly pulled herself back up to her feet and leaned against the bars. "Could these be a version of them from before my time?"

"It's a possibility." I replied. "We won't really know until they come for us, I suppose."

"Come for us? We have to try and break out of here." She yanked on the bars, the metal rattling as she did. "We can't just sit here and wait."

"There's not much else we can do." I sighed. "Trust me. I've tried it all."

"So, you're just giving up?" She asked, glaring over at me as she continued to pull at her cell door. "Is that what happens to me when I get older? I just give up." The words lashed deeper into me than any blade could have.

"Maybe." I replied, turning so I couldn't see her anymore.

What felt like a lifetime later, I heard the sound of boots scrapping on the floor as they headed towards our cell. Kim had taken to sulking in her cell, but she came forward when she heard the noise. I stood up from my place on the floor just as Goldar emerged from the hallway. Without even a glance in Kimberly's direction, he headed for my cell and unlocked it. He pulled some rope from his belt line and gestured me to walk forward. I glared at him, crossing my arms across my chest.

"You can listen or else I'll take my frustrations out on the younger one." He growled. Biting back a comment, I reluctantly stepped forward and held my hands out in front of me. He roughly tied my wrists together with the coarse rope, leaving a tail long enough for him to pull me with. He yanked the rope, pulling me forward. I stumbled a bit but kept my footing. Out of the cell, I looked over at Kim who gave me a worried look. I gave her a small smile before Goldar pulled me out of view. "I gotta say. You were prettier when you were younger." He called over his shoulder as we headed up the long stone hallway, the same path I had taken before.

"You're ugly either way." I replied. He didn't say anything else as we walked. The throne room came into view, the throne now gone. It was lit up with more orbs, almost feeling inviting. There was a chair was cuffs on the arm set up where the throne had been. Goldar yanked me forward, my bare feet slapping the stone underneath them. He stopped when I was in front of the chair. With a rough shove, he pushed me into it, so I was sitting. Pulling the rope from my hands, he slapped my wrists into the metal cuffs and locked them. He smirked at me when I was unable to move, turning to walk over towards the balcony. The curtain was closed now, blocking off the opening that overlooked the Earth.

"So, what's the plan, Goldar? Have the Rangers come save us and try to steal their power coins? Cause that worked so well before." I said, eyeing the ape warrior. He didn't respond, just standing there examining me. "Or are you guys trying to get Tommy to come back as the Green Ranger? You know he'll never do that. Trust me. I know how all this ends."

"Shut up." He mumbled, his deep voice almost seemed to crawl across my skin. Now that I was looking at him, I could see what Kimberly meant. This Goldar did look younger. He didn't have wrinkles on his face and his fur seemed to be a darker shade of black. His gold armor was also shinier, newer. His eyes were the same shade of beady red, however.

"You aren't the Goldar I remember." I stated, raising an eyebrow. "No. You're younger than him. What time frame are you from?" I asked. He continued to ignore me though, but a small smile did pull at the corner of his mouth. For the first time since my arrival, a heavy feeling of dread was beginning to set in the pit of my stomach. If we weren't in my time frame and we weren't in Kim's, how were they going to find us to save us? Even Zordon didn't have that kind of power.

"Oh! I hope you're hungry." Hermes' voice called as the sound of his footsteps came into the room. He entered from another door way, a silver tray in his hands. "I've made you more oatmeal. I know you had some this morning, but I figured you might want it again since you ate it so well." He scurried towards me, setting the tray on the floor next to me. There was a redness around his eyes and some scratches. They were probably caused by my attack earlier. I frowned, that guilt returning.

"I'm sorry about earlier." I said, giving him a small smile. He waved his hand at me, smiling brightly.

"No worries! I completely understand. All water under the bridge!"

"I'm not hungry right now. I believe the girl is though. She can have mine as well." I replied. Hermes nodded, picking up the tray again.

"Just let me know if there is anything else I can get you later." He replied. "There are some more human recipes I would love to try!"

"That'll be all, Hermes." Goldar growled, glaring at the nicer creature. Hermes shrunk back before disappearing from the room. I glared at Goldar again.

"You didn't have to be so mean to him. He's kind. Kindness isn't a sin, Goldar." I shot at him. He rolled his eyes, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. I suddenly remembered a story Tommy had told us about an encounter he had with Goldar. He had teleported him somewhere, hoping to destroy him. Tommy had thought all was lost until he was able to get ahold of Goldar's sword. It teleported him back. If I could get the sword, I could get the both of us out of here.

"He's weak." He replied. "There's no room in this empire for weakness once Empress Rita becomes the ruler of all."

"Yeah? And how is that supposed to happen?" I asked.

"All in due time, Kimmy." Rita's voice said from behind me. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly as I heard her footsteps come near. She appeared on my right, resting a hand on my shoulder. I tried to move away but I couldn't do much in my restraints. She was still dressed in the red dress, the black cloak gone however. Her staff was in her hand and she smiled down at me. She too was missing her wrinkles and there was a feeling of youth about her face. She turned her attention to Goldar who stood up straight under her gaze. "Goldar, retrieve the telescope."

"Yes, my empress." He replied, walking behind me. I heard him shuffle something and then there was a scrapping noise of something being dragged across the floor. He returned to my field of vision, pulling a large brown colored trunk. Dropping it, he popped open the brass lock on the front of it and pulled the lid up. I could just see something inside of it, red velvet lining the trunk. Reaching in, he pulled out a gold colored telescope, red and blue colored glass decorating the outside of it as well. It was about three feet long and the legs made it stand about four feet high as Goldar stood it up in front of me. He positioned it so that the lens was pointed directly at me. I squirmed in my seat, knowing full well that Rita wasn't planning on using it to see the stars.

"I hope you had a chance to get reacquainted with yourself." Rita said, letting go of me and walking towards the telescope. She waved her staff and a chair appeared next to it. Gracefully, she sat in the chair and smiled at me. "I know it was probably a bit odd. It's not every day you get to meet your past self."

"What are you planning, Rita?" I asked, getting sick of her attempt at small talk. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"You are exactly as I saw. I am glad you are ready to just jump into it. I need you, Kimberly. There is a lot I wish to achieve in my life and I cannot do this unless I have your help." She explained.

"I'm not helping you do shit." I replied. Goldar hissed next to me, not liking I was cursing at his queen. I smirked in his direction, turning my attention back to Rita. "Whatever you have planned, the Power Rangers will stop you. You and I both know that." Rita shrugged, picking at something on the front of her dress.

"From what I heard, those kids seem to be a bit slow on the up take." Lazily, she reached up and pressed something on the telescope. A light shot out of it, covering me like a projector would. I squinted at the light, trying to see. My eyes adjusted after a moment and the light seemed to dim slightly. "Saw your name." She stated, giving me a pointed expression. I glared at her, not saying anything. Sighing, she rolled her eyes. "Really? Must you do this the hard way? Goldar." She nodded at the ape and he walked towards me. Roughly, he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look directly into the telescope.

"Saw it or else I'll take it out on the prettier version of you." He growled.

"Kimberly Hart." I said through gritted teeth.

"Excellent. Now say where you are." She said, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"Rita Repulsa has me captured on the moon in her palace." I said softly. Golder gripped tighter, causing me to gasp in pain as I felt my hair being pulled from my head.

"Louder so they can hear you."

"Rita Repulsa has taken my prisoner at the Moon Palace." I said, loud enough that my voice could be heard.

"Good. Now, say that if Tommy Oliver doesn't turn himself over to me in the next 24 hours, you will be murdered." She said, crossing her legs at the knee.

"What?" I gasped, giving her a confused look. "No. I won't do it." I tried to shake my head but Goldar's grip on my hair was too strong. I felt tear prick the back of my eyes as I tried to think of something to do.

"Say it, Kimmy. Or else it will be a whole lot worse for the sweet girl sitting in that cell." Rita purred, tapping her nails on the arm of her chair. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

"If Tommy Oliver doesn't turn himself over to Rita in 24 hours, she will murder me." I said, slowly opening my eyes. I stared right into the lens of the telescope, hoping somehow that the Tommy that would be watching this would just ignore it. That he wouldn't come to save any version of myself.

Too bad I knew Tommy better than that.