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35.

"I thought I'd find you here." A deep voice said behind me. It startled me, causing me to jump slightly. Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder. Stand there, ten feet away, was Jason Lee Scott. His tall build was dressed in dark blue jeans, a red t-shirt covered by a leather jacket and a pair of leather work boots to match. He was sporting some facial hair now, looking like he hadn't shaved in a couple days. It was different from the Jason I remembered. He had put on a little bit of weight but not in a sense where he seemed overweight. He still looked ready to fight against some big bad guys, his muscles defined in the leather jacket. There were water droplets on the leather, the rain holding steady at a sprinkle for the moment. There was a motorcycle helmet in the crook of his right arm, black and red painted around the black visor.

I took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. I had so many angry words I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to let him know just how awful it felt to have him do this to me. To have Tommy do this to me. To have the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I got exactly what I deserved after hurting everyone I loved. That anger was still in my chest but I knew I couldn't yell at him right now. Not when we were at the sight his fiancé was buried. Even I wasn't mean enough to do that to a person. Jason had still lost so much and there wasn't a way I could find that I could lash out at him without disrespecting Trini's final resting place. If we were any where else right now, it would be fair game. I wished we were anywhere else. That Trini was there with us and none of this fucking shit was happening. I would even be willing to do anything else in the world right now, even hang out with Kat, if it meant being with Trini and the rest of the guys. Making my life different than it was right now. I didn't know how to tell Jason that though. Would he even care to understand how much I wanted to not be mad at him? I couldn't help it though. After everything that happened, I couldn't feel anything else but anger.

"Not now." I said, turning back to face the headstone. "I'm not doing this right now."

"You don't have to do anything. I just need you to listen. That's all." He replied. I heard him take a step towards me. "But maybe we should do this somewhere else. Somewhere a little more dry."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Jason. If you have something to say, say it." I stated.

"I have my bike. We can just take a short ride to my house. We can talk there."

"I can't." I turned to face him. "I have a plane to catch in a couple hours." I lied. I kept my face steady though to hide it. It was taking a great deal of will power to not break down on the spot but I was managing it. "What do you want?"

"We have a lot to talk about and I have some things to tell you. Here isn't the place for that now. If you come back to my house, I'll give you a ride to the airport myself. I promise." He pleaded, giving me an expression I wasn't able to understand. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes but also pleading, like he wanted to stop himself from begging me.

"Why? Why do you suddenly want to talk now? I tried all week to see you, Jason. You didn't return a single one of my calls or text messages. I've been here for a week! That's plenty of fucking time to do this. Do you know how easy it takes to send a text? How quick it is to send one? 5 seconds. How do I know? Because I did that ALL FUCKING WEEK." I hissed.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. But you'll understand better. Right now, I just need you to come with me. It's easier for you to see than to have me explain it to you."

"See what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. What the hell was he playing? Did he have some huge secret he was hiding? He rubbed the top of his now wet hair, pieces of it sticking up at he did. Could it be possible that Jason was hiding something from me?

"Guess you'll have to go on a little faith here, Kim." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "I know it's not something that's easy for you but I just need you to trust me." I stared at him for a long time, trying to figure out what to say or do. I knew nothing Jason would do would ever physically hurt me. Emotionally? Should I summarize the events of the last twelve hours again? But his eyes were pleading with mine and I saw bags under his eyes. Was something wrong with Jason? Was he sick? Is that why he's been avoiding me?

"Jase, I don't even know if I can do that right now. With you OR Tommy. Just go home, okay? Figure out your shit and I'll figure out my own. Maybe someday we can work passed this but I don't think it's going to be this day."

"Kimmy, I get what I did was shitty. And what Tommy did was also shitty. I owe you like everything in the world right now. But it's not something we set out to do. You've gotta believe me on that. Some things just happened and I wasn't sure how to deal them. I took the coward's way out and fucked everything up." He said, taking another step towards me. I backed up, not letting him near me.

"Fucked it up?" I asked. "I came 3,000 miles to see you because it's the only way my therapist said I could move on. You knew I was coming. Tommy even told me you did. And the moment I get here, you disappear into the wind like someone running from the police. If you didn't want to see me or for me to come, you should have said something before I made the trip. Hell, you shouldn't have even sent Tommy down there if that was the case. Maybe I was better off without the two of you interfering with my life."

"I didn't send Tommy down there. This is so hard to explain here. Please just come back with me and I can show you everything." He said, sounding flustered.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Whatever you've got to say, you can say it here." I shook my head, crossing my arms. "I thought this was going to be different. I mean, I knew there was a chance that Tommy had changed after all this time a part. That's what ex-boyfriends do. But I never thought you would change into a person like this. You're like the one person on this planet I thought I would be able to count on for the rest of my life. How the fuck did I guess that one so wrong?" I felt tears well in my eyes and I fought to keep them in. "I am sorry that I didn't come back for the funeral. I accept that for any reason to fuck with me but I don't deserve this."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking at me confused. "You think I lied to you because you didn't come back for Trini's funeral." I nodded, unable to speak or else the damn would burst. "Kim, that's not why. I know that you wouldn't have been able to make it. We all grieve differently and I was wrong for expecting you to drop everything to come here to deal with me. It's my fault for not following up with you to make sure you were okay. I didn't know what else to do with myself. There was so much going on that there was no other way than—."

"Becoming an asshole?" I asked, cutting him off. He wasn't apologizing his way out of this one. "Wasting my time once I was out here? Sending my ex-boyfriend to Florida to fetch me?"

"I didn't send Tommy. He was there when I got the phone call from your boss. I was going to go but he offered since I had so much on my plate."

"You don't have to lie for him. He already told me that you made him come down there. We've already had that argument." I muttered.

"I'm not covering for him. It's the truth. I told him I would go but he said that he felt it would be better for him to do it after everything that happened between the two of you. He didn't go down there because I made him or asked him to. Tommy went down there because he was worried about you and wanted to make sure you were alright. Joey made it sound like you were three shots away from being in the ground like Trini." He pointed at the headstone and I glared at him.

"Shut up. Don't talk like that." I snapped. "I wasn't on my fucking death bed. I didn't need Tommy to come down there to save me or babysit me. I didn't need him to hover over me this past summer. I was doing just fine on my own."

"Oh yeah? So it is an everyday occurrence to go missing and end up in the hospital getting your stomach pumped? Or destroying over $2000 worth of property while on a drunk binge? Or letting strange guys into your house every night because you don't want to deal with your fucking issues?" I saw anger flash in his eyes as he spoke. "Get off your soapbox, Kimberly. Yeah, we were worried about you. God forbid someone takes time out of their lives to help you deal with something that you're too proud to ask for help for. Do you know what it took for Tommy to come down there? To see you like that? He was terrified that you were going to wind up dead and he was going to be bringing a body back home. That night you ended up in the hospital, he called me and I could barely understand what he was saying because he was so upset. He thought for sure that was it. That guy went down there to find the girl he was in love with because he knew she needed his help. And he stayed down there to help you even after you would tell him to leave or would yell at him or treat him like plain shit. Don't stand there and tell me that you didn't need Tommy there because we both know there was a good fucking chance you would have wound up a whole lot worse off if he hadn't had been there." It was good to see that Tommy had been in contact with Jason throughout this entire time.

"Why do you even care, Jason? It's not like you were there. It's not like you came down."

"Because I knew that it was my fault you were like that. I gave up on you when I shouldn't have. That's why I made sure Tommy checked in with me and I was so relieved when he found you. I know I was a shitty friend and I don't deserve any credit in helping you but I do care. I'm sorry for running out on you like I did but that doesn't mean you don't matter anything to me anymore." He took a deep breath. "Do you think I would be able to live with myself if Trini knew what I did? How bad she would kick my ass for not trying to find you? Trini would be livid with me for not hoping on a plane to Florida the moment you stopped answering my phone calls." He gazed over at her headstone. "She was better at this shit than I am. She knew how to talk to people when they need emotional support. My tactic is to just punch something til it stops hurting."

"I've tried that." I said, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. "If it's a bad way to cope with this, I've done it. Doesn't really help in the long run." A silence fell over us, the only sound coming from the rain falling and a group of birds in a tree somewhere nearby. The angry bubble in my chest was still there, rooted in it's spot like a stubborn mule that refused to move. I cleared my throat and looked over at Jason. "I should go."

"Wait. Please. Just come with me to my house so we can talk." I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't that what we're doing right now? We both suck. We covered that. I think we're good." He shook his head.

"Five minutes. Just give me five minutes." He pleaded. I bit my lip, glancing over at Trini's headstone. She'd want me to go with him, I knew she would. She would want me to work this out no matter what happens. I just wasn't sure if I had it in me to deal with this. Not after everything that's happened.

"Fine." I stated, uncrossing my arms. "You have an hour. Not including travel time."

"Guess I'll have to drive really fast then."

Jason's bike had been parked back by the opening of the cemetery, a black chromed Harley Davidson that was parked off to the side. He handed me a smaller helmet he had on the back while he pulled his on. Once it was on my head, I put my leg over the bike and slid as far back as I could on the seat. He sat as well, starting the motorcycle. It vibrated underneath me, the engine rattling in it's casing. Jason gripped the handles in his hands, leaning forward as he did. Using his left foot, he kicked back the kickstand and the bike rolled forward a feet inches. Even though I didn't want to, I slid forward in the seat and wrapped my arms around his torso. I tucked my head into his back and my cheek stuck to the leather of his jacket. The bike rumbled as he pushed the throttle and we were off.

Jason weaved the bike through the streets of Angel Grove. It was still early in the morning, creeping towards 9:30. People we probably getting up, ready to start their Saturday morning. On the other side of town, our friends were more than likely already awake and doing wedding preparations. I thought of Aisha, feeling guilty for not being there today. I would call and apologize to her tomorrow, letting her enjoy her day without my drama getting in the away. Jason passed the Youth Center and various other buildings, not slowing for traffic unless he had to. I dug my nails into his jacket whenever there was a close call between us and another vehicle. As much as I hated to admit it, I was enjoying riding on the back of his bike. It was fun, though a bit scary at times. If I hadn't been so pissed at him, I believe I would have enjoyed it a lot more. The rain was also an issue, the rain drops feeling like little daggers on our skin as he drove. The jean fabric of my jacket was getting heavier with water as the rain came down heavier. It was nearly pouring by the time he pulled into the garage of 62 Parkway Place.

It was a white house on the north side of Angel Grove, large flower beds lining the front of the house that held no flowers. Parkway Place was eight blocks away from the high school, nestled into a quiet neighborhood where Trini and I had grown up when we were younger. My parents house was only around the corner from here and Trini's two blocks down. Jason pulled into the garage, parking next to a red pick up truck. The door slide closed behind us as he turned the engine of the bike off. He stood, putting the kick stand on the ground and carefully allowing the bike to lean on it. Swinging his leg over, he undid his helmet and pulled it off. His hair stuck up all over his head now and he patted it down with his hand. I pulled my helmet off as well, climbing off the bike. Jason took it from me and set it on a wooden shelf that was built into the wall behind him. The garage was a decent size, shelves built into all of the walls except that of the door. There was a smaller white door on the left side of the room, leading into what I suppose was the house.

Jason turned and walked through the door, holding it open with his foot for me. I followed after him, immediately thinking this was a horrible idea. I shouldn't have come. This wasn't right. I was so angry with him. I shouldn't have given him the time of day after what he and Tommy had pulled. What the hell was I thinking? I followed behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the house. I saw light color hardwood floors and white cabinets around the room, a matching fridge and stove in here as well. Jason set his helmet on the counter next to the stove and slid his jacket off. He kept walking and I continued to follow, closing the door behind me. He entered a dining room now, a long wooden table set up in the middle of the red painted room. Matching chairs were pushed into it, eight of them all together. Various stuff was tossed on the table, not leaving much room for eating. There was also a bar set up on the left side of the room, pushed right up against the wall. There were pictures perched up here in frames. I couldn't make out who was in them for sure, the glare of the bay window reflecting off of them.

"One sec." He said over his shoulder, tossing his jacket on the back of one of the chairs. He disappeared through a large door way for a moment before turning.

"Why am I here?" I asked, growing impatient. "You wanted to talk. Talk."

"No. I said I had to show you something." He replied, a smug smile pulling at his lips. The anger flared in my chest and I narrowed my eyes at him. Did he really think this was fucking funny?

"I'm out of here." I said, turning to head towards the door. Jason sprinted forward, blocking my exit. "Move, Jason."

"I'm sorry. You can't leave yet though. Just come upstairs quick, alright?" I stared at him, hard. What was he getting at? I tried figuring something out from his face but there was nothing to be found.

"Are you in trouble? Is that it?" I asked, crossing my arms. He shook his head.

"No. It's hard to explain."

"So I've heard." I muttered. He ignored me, walking passed me and over to the doorway. He stopped, glancing over at me.

"Coming?" He asked. I bit my lip, considering what this was about. I nodded, unable to resist. I stepped forward, walking into the next room. It was a foyer with the same hardwood floors as the kitchen. The walls were a cream color, the color going up the flight of stairs that was connected to the wall. There was another doorway across from me, leading into what I assumed was the living room. I could see a television perched on a stand in there, a couch across from it. It was very clean for just being Jason's house, something that I found odd. I remembered when we were in high school how his mother would scream at him for hours to get him to clean his room. It wasn't that he was a lazy or messy guy. It was just that Jason wasn't very organized to say the least. This house (apart from the table) was relatively clean. Maybe it came with age.

Jason walked over to the stairs and started up them. The wood creaked under his feet from the weight. He didn't stop to see if I was following him, disappearing towards the top. I did follow, grabbing the railing in my hand as I did. There was no other sound to be found in the house oppose our footsteps. It was eerie, the silence becoming almost deafening. I caught up to him at the top of the stairs where he had stopped walking. There was a hallway here, going in two directions at the landing. To the left, I saw two doors that were opened. The first was a gym. I could tell right away from the dumbbells that were on the matts on the floor. The walls were a white color, wooden trim around it. I could also see a padded bench, an empty weight lifting bar above the head rest. I could almost picture Jason in here, ligting weights after a day of work. It reminded me of our days at the Youth Center where he would train after school.

The other door led to what was his bedroom. It was painted a burnt orange color, the corner of a bed just visible from where I stood. The bed spread was a red flannel pattern and I could tell the bed wasn't made by the way it was frumbled at the end of the mattress, a pillow also laying there. Against the wall, I spotted a brown and sturdy dresser. There were some watches on the top of it, a couple bottles of water and a stack of wash clothes. There was also a little basket of lotions here, tucked neatly to the side. This was odd to me. Why was there so many lotions in Jason's room? Then the idea of a lonely Jason using them to entertain himself popped into my mind and I quickly turned away from the direction of his room.

To the right of the landing, there were also two doors. The first one was open, another bedroom. I was guessing this was a guest room, the walls a light blue color and an unmade bed in the middle of the room. There was also boxes stacked in a corner, impromptu storage probably. The walls of the hallway were the same cream color of the foyer downstairs, pictures of Trini and Jason hung up along the length of it. It was a touch of Trini I hadn't expected, me forgetting that she had lived her too. Jason and her had managed to buy a house shortly before her death. I had been amazed that they had, Trini not willing to job into anything without thinking about it forever. It took her an eternity to decide to go out with Jason. I was surprised when she told me they had put a bid on a house. She had always told me that the plan was to get married first. She had told me at the time that sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do to be happy.

The last door in the hallway was closed, the white wooden door pulled tightly shut. I could see light shining from a window in the room from a crack under the door. Jason stepped towards it and stopped, turning to face me as I stood on the landing. Though there wasn't much lighting here, I could see that there was a fine layer of moisture forming on his forehead. Was he sweating? From what? Was he really that nervous about whatever was behind that door? Fear started to prickle at the back of my neck and in the pit of my stomach. Even though I knew it was highly unlikely, could Trini be somehow alive behind this door? I've seen stranger things happen, thanks to the Power Rangers. Maybe that had managed to save her somehow. That they had to fake her death this whole time to protect the fact we were Rangers. He'll open that door and we will laugh about the last year. My heart quickened at the thought. Could it really be that?

"It's going to be okay." He said, giving me a small smile. I stepped towards him and he didn't move to open the door.

"What's behind there?" I whispered, afraid I would spook whatever or whoever was there. He shrugged.

"I guess you'll have to open the door to find out." He replied. I could feel my fingers tremble as I reached out and grabbed the brass doorknob. I swallowed hard as I turned it until I heard and felt a click. "Just don't be mad, alright?" He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I turned my face towards him.

"I don't like the sound of that." I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know how you'll react so just don't be too mad." I nodded, turning back to face the door. Stepping forward, I pushed the door open. It slowly swung open and revealed a small room. The walls were painted a soft canary yellow color, white trim around the room and the window. There was a pale grey colored carpet under my feet that sunk when my sneaker stepped onto it. On the right side of the room, there was white dresser set up. All the drawers were closed, a yellow and white crocheted running along the top of it. There were three baskets set up along the top; towels, wash clothes and blankets folded in them. Next to it, there was a matching shelf. There was a layer of grey blankets on the top of it, what appeared to be more clothes folded and tucked underneath on the shelves below it.

As my eyes scanned the room, I found myself turning towards the left side of the room. There, I saw a white rocking chair in front of the window. There were white lace curtains in the window that billowed slightly as the breeze drifted in, bringing the smell of summer rain with it. The chair was a newer kind, one of those gliders that slid back and forth instead of rocking. There was a designed carved into the head rest of the chair, something I couldn't make out with the light hitting it like it was. A grey cushion was tied to the back of the chair for support. There was also another one in the seat, providing comfort to whoever was sitting in the chair.

Sitting in the chair, I found Tommy. And in his arms, he was holding a sleeping baby.