"Who would have thought you had it in you?" Jason threw back from the passenger seat of Vinny's convertible.

"I told you I would have been useful in that Forever Red mission," Rocky bellowed over the noisy wind as they sped down Las Vegas boulevard.

Jason turned to Tommy who was in the driver's seat that Kimberly previously used. Somewhere between a heart attack and a complete melt down, an idea was born. Tiffany wouldn't dare say where Kimberly was, although Tommy had an idea she knew where. Jerry was still missing, but he was their only hope if they wanted to get Kimberly back. He had the money they desperately needed. Tommy was done playing by the rules, Vegas clearly didn't give a shit, so he would get that money back, even if it meant taking it from Jerry's greasy fingers.

The night before was still as blurry as anything, but they knew of exactly two things. One, they somehow made it back to their hotel at Caesar's Palace, and two, Tommy had gotten married by an Elvis impersonator as their officiant… there was only one place that could be.

"I told you that wasn't my fault," Tommy added, his eyes focused on the busy road. "I didn't get us all together. I'm not exactly sure who did. You know I would have invited you."

"Sure," Rocky rolled his eyes.

While he had been left feeling a little left out that he wasn't invited to the moon mission, he was sure there had to have been a very good reason. He was the only one that hadn't been in attendance. He figured it must have been because Jason took on the Mighty Morphin role, but there could have been a spot for him somewhere. Whatever the reason, he was glad that he could be of some help now.

When they needed someone to hot-wire the red convertible, it wasn't Billy who they turned to, it was Rocky. He had his rough days of growing up in Stone Canyon to thank. He wasn't always the law-abiding citizen that he was now. Rocky knew how to play in the streets when he needed to. Of course, he would never tell his wife about this.

"How much longer?" Zack hollered from the back seat.

"I think we're close," Tommy returned, although he really had no idea. He was just driving and hoping that something pointed him in the right direction.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes fixed on the band around his ring finger. Why was his mind not on Katherine? Why wasn't he worried about how he was going to get out of the mess with his marriage with Kimberly? How the hell was he going to explain to Katherine about what happened and expect her to forgive him… did he want to be forgiven? Marriage is what she wanted, what his parents wanted for him, but what did he want? No one ever stopped to ask him if marriage with Katherine was something he wanted to do… it just sort of happened. One day he was thinking about ordering take out, the next Katherine told him marriage was going to be their next step, and he accepted it.

Life with her had been bland, soulless, meaningless. Where was the adventure, the thrill in life? Where was the adrenaline pumping life he swore he would have? This wasn't right. Katherine wasn't right.

"Graceland!" Billy exclaimed as they drove past a little white chapel.

The home of the King of Rock and Roll or the Vegas equivalent of it. Wheels had never skid harder on pavement as they did at that moment. The black rubber of the tires stained the road, leaving a trail heading straight towards the chapel Tommy and Kimberly had used to get married the night before.

As soon as they neared the building Tommy was washed over with a sense of familiarity. He certainly couldn't recall what led to the events the night before, but he found his location very familiar. Almost as if there was something calling him back to this place. He knew it, he somehow remembered it.

Tommy was ahead of everyone as they entered the building. He met the eyes of the person working the reception and the smile on their face told him that they must have shared something memorable the night before.

"It's my boys!" A husky man nearly jumped over the counter as he greeted the incoming guests.

All 6 men were tackled, a heavy arm wrapped around each and every single one of them.

Alarmed and slightly confused, they returned it.

"Do we know you?" Jason spoke up first, unsure if he had met the man before.

The man looked down at his choice in attire, he wasn't dressed in his usual costume, "It's Sam!"

The man curled his lip up, doing his best imitation of the King of Rock and Roll.

"Oh," that's all it took for Tommy to recognize him, "You're the officiant!"

Sam chuckled, "I know I don't look like it right now, but I don't change until it's time for the weddings. You have no idea how uncomfortable it can get. So what can I do for you, my friend? I have to say I'm surprised to see you in the daylight on your honeymoon."

Sam gave a hard belly laugh that didn't get reciprocated by anyone else in the room. "Where's my favorite bride, huh? She let you out of the room to get the video?"

Zack's ears perked up, " There's a video?"

"Sure!" Sam said, "It's all included in the 'Burning Love' package."

Proof! That's all they needed. Maybe they didn't remember what happened last night, but now there was evidence. This could be the key to unlocking some of their memories or at least provide some insight into how they were.

"Do you mind if we watch it?" Adam asked.

The burly man adjusted his waistband and nodded, "Sure! Let me just grab it from the back and I'll play it for you."

There was some rustling while Sam rummaged through the back in search of the tape from the night before. These guys may not have remembered him, but there was no way he could have forgotten them. They were a memorable bunch, that was for certain.

Sam emerged, laughing lightly at the memory of the night before, "You boys really were a handful. That wife of yours has her hands full with you six."

"Kim?" Tommy said.

"Yeah, that Kimberly," Sam shook his head, chuckling, "I do a lot of marriages, and you wouldn't believe how many don't make it. I get it, people that come here aren't really serious about each other, but you two are different. I know you two will go the distance."

Tommy felt himself smile, although he wasn't sure why. He couldn't go the distance with Kimberly, he was supposed to go the distance with Katherine. "Why do you think that?"

Sam smiled, then motioned towards the television where he had just inserted the tape from the night before, "Why don't you see for yourself."

The guys gathered around the small screen, their heads tilted as the events of the night before played in front of them.

"Is this thing on?" Jason said, the camera in his hands shaking back and forth.

"Yeah, yeah," Zack hollered, "The red light is on."

"Okay, cool," Jason cleared his throat, "Today is…Saturday, November 2, 2002… it's, like, one in the fucking morning… and Tommy is getting married!"

The guys hollered like Neanderthals, shouting and whistling at the groom to be.

Jason's voice was an excited slur. He was lucky he was even able to utter sounds that resembled words.

Jason moved to place a hand to his face, somehow thinking it would erase the actions of his past self. God, he had never let himself get so carried away. This was all Rocky's fault.

"Here are the groomsmen," Jason laughed as he panned the camera over to Rocky, Adam, Billy, and Zack. They were piled on the convertible in the parking lot of the chapel, each waving their hands in the air.

"Where's the groom?" Jason asked, the camera zooming in and out of focus until it landed on Tommy in the background, "There he is! Look at him!"

Tommy began to get clearer as he neared the camera. His blurry face was replaced with half-open eyes and a beaming smile.

"No pictures," Tommy held his hand up, doing a poor attempt to cover the lens of the camera.

"Nah, Nah," Jason brushed his hand away, "This is a video!"

"No video then," but Tommy could hardly walk a straight line towards him.

"Just one quick one and then I'll turn it off."

"Fine," Tommy returned, a smile still on his face.

Jason couldn't keep the camera off of his best friend. "Where's the lucky girl?"

Tommy pointed towards the chapel, the neon lights flashing Graceland on the sign.

The chapel looked different in the daylight, like it couldn't be possible to make the same mistakes while the sun was out. The night brought out a different city, a different crowd.

"Any last words?" Jason returned the camera to Tommy's face, the light attached to it blinding the husband to be.

"Jason sucks!" Rocky bellowed over to Jason, followed by a few giddy laughs from the other groomsmen.

Jason turned the camera to himself, giving everyone a perfect view up his nostrils, "Note to future self: Kill Rocky!"

Rocky grinned nervously while Jason shot him a death glare. The statement still stood.

He returned the camera to Tommy, pointing it uncomfortably close to his face, "Anyway, what are we thinking? Excited? Nervous?"

"I'm ready! I mean, it's Kim," Tommy clutched his chest, "She's fucking perfect! Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"

He jumped in place a few times, psyching himself up for the big moment. There was no dread, no regret, no apprehension in his voice, only anticipation of something great, "I love her! I'm IN love with her! Nothing will ever change that."

Jason placed a gentle hand on Tommy's shoulder for support.

The air in Tommy's lungs escaped in a shaky exhale. It was one thing to think it, but to actually hear himself say it… The Tommy in the video had everything right with the world. He was free, expressed what he wanted, chose right! That Tommy didn't give a damn about expectations or promises, that Tommy only cared about being with the woman he loved, Kimberly. And he did. Being sober didn't change his feelings for her. If anything, it cleared them right up. He couldn't go through with marrying Katherine, he loved Kimberly. He always had.

He felt the corner of his lip rise, his heart fluttering at the serenity on the face of his past self. It would always be Kimberly.

"You hear that, boys?" Jason turned the camera back to the guys, but instead of finding them in their previous spot inside of the car, they were gathered around the trunk, silencing something inside.

"What the hell is that?" Jason pointed towards the television, directing the attention to a figure in the trunk of the convertible.

Adam's stomach dropped, the memories of the night before crashing in like a wave to the shore. It was like a light had switched on. "Holy shit! I remember!"

They didn't even get a chance to ask him what that meant, he was already racing out of the chapel. The guys did the only logical thing they could think of and followed after him. Their memories hadn't returned.

"Adam!" Tommy raced after him.

The former black ranger was sprinting towards the parked convertible in the near-empty lot, the pieces of the night finally falling into place. The video had jogged his memory in a way he didn't quite understand.

He immediately went to the trunk of the car and started to bang on it, as if that would somehow unlock it.

Please be alive.

"I need keys!" Adam bellowed to his former teammates as they neared.

Tommy threw the keys from his pocket from a distance and Adam caught them before they were able to hit the ground. Immediately he turned the key in the trunk and lifted the flap open, revealing a sweat-soaked Jerry balled up in the back.

The overweight man appeared to have lost over twenty pounds overnight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Zack panicked, his fists coming to the side of his head.

Jerry had his legs and wrists tied like a hog ready for roasting. The desert heat hadn't been kind, even in the early afternoon.

He had looked better but he was conscious and that was all that mattered at the moment. The missing person case had finally been solved.

"You sick bastards," Jerry sneered, taking a fresh breath.

The guys nearly jumped in the trunk trying to take him out, quickly untying his hands and legs.

"You're all going to regret this!" Jerry continued, and Jason contemplated throwing him back in the trunk for a second.

"What the hell happened?" Rocky's eyes went as wild as his hair. He wasn't quite sure who he was asking.

"I'm not exactly sure why, but we put Jerry in the trunk after we handed him the money Jason and Tommy won from Vinny," Adam explained.

"Why did we give him money?" Tommy asked as he assisted in taking Jerry out.

"You wouldn't tell me!" Adam returned, "It was something to do with Kim!"

Frustrated and down-right pissed, Tommy ran a hand through his hair. Jerry was struggling to come to his feet, the world around him was spinning.

There was a tremble in Tommy's heart. Kimberly was still gone and he was nowhere near closer to finding her. "What the hell do you know that we don't?"

"I don't know a damn thing!" Jerry shook his head, "You paid me off to keep quiet and then kidnapped my ass!"

That was a lie and Tommy could feel it. There was more that he wasn't saying but no one seemed willing to talk. He'd get it out of him one way or another, "Who Vinny is and why does he have Kimberly?"

Jerry let out a deep chuckle, "You mean Kandi?"

"No, Kimberly!" Tommy roared, gripping Jerry by the collar of his shirt. "Where the hell did he take her?"

"Back to his suite," Jerry pushed back.

Tommy bared his teeth, "And where is that?"

"No way! I'm no snitch," Jerry disentangled himself, "And you can forget about the money too. I'm not giving it—"

"Forget about the money!" Tommy felt a vibration in the pit of his stomach. What was it with the people in Vegas and money? Where was their humanity? "You can keep it for all I care. Tell me where Kimberly is."

Jason took a step forward, grabbing Tommy by the shoulder to keep him from doing something stupid. Kimberly was obviously a sore subject, but that didn't mean he should go insane trying to get information.

"Probably in a ditch somewhere…" Jerry slurred, "if not there then his penthouse."

Tommy needed answers. "Where?"

"It's at the Bellagio, Tommy," Adam managed to pull the memory. "We were there last night!"

They were close, really close. His head moved up towards the towering buildings, his eyes meeting the top of the Bellagio in the distance. She was there.

"Tommy?" Rocky swallowed, "What do we do?"

Tommy didn't say a single word. Instead, he allowed his legs to guide him to her. Because it was Kimberly… it was always Kimberly.

There was something quite therapeutic for Kimberly knowing the disgusting pig licking her neck was about to get his. She'd undergone countless hours of torture endurance training in her years working under Grace Sterling, but this really about did her in. The heat from his body was like garlic to a vampire. Every time his slippery tongue touched her skin, she swore she would end him right then and there.

This is where her life had led her. Years of doing the right thing and training to become the best gymnast brought her to a life of regret. Gunther Schmidt had never sought her out like she was led to believe. In fact, that was fucking Mike from Human Resources scouting out his next recruit.

She had been too naive to believe that she could just leave the Ranger world behind her, too blinded by the lights Mike had shown her to believe she could live out her childhood dream. Promethea would always win and they would always get their recruit. When Grace Sterling, the founder of Promethea, wanted Kimberly, there was no escaping.

What Grace and Promethea did was good, they were on the side of whatever served Earth the best, but that didn't mean Kimberly agreed with it one hundred percent. They did whatever the CIA and FBI couldn't do. They had been so advanced in technology and intergalactic affairs. That's what Jason has been doing when he first left the team. At least for him, there was no peace conference in Switzerland. Trini and Zack became the perfect Alibi for Jason to be recruited by another member of Human Resources. Somehow Jason was able to serve one year under Grace Sterling, but Kimberly couldn't escape.

When she boarded the plane in Angel Grove that was presumably set to Florida, she hugged her friends goodbye, never believing things wouldn't be the same again. When the plane landed only an hour later, Kimberly thought something had gone wrong. She'd been to Florida before and she was certain the trip would take several hours to fly across the country. Of course the plane never landed in Florida, it landed outside San Francisco, where Promethea's headquarters are located.

It was there that Grace broke everything down for her and explained what it was that they did. Under Zordon's command, Grace became the first leader of the Power Rangers, long before Jason was able to. Stopping Rita from escaping her dumpster would be a failed mission, one that cost the lives of her team. It was the combination of being pissed at Zordon for sending an inexperienced team and the loss of three rangers that set Grace on fire. She created Promethea so that something like this would never happen again. Her team would be well trained, informed, given thorough instructions on how to take on the enemy. Zordon had his team and she had hers. Technology would advance and grow, their internal intelligence was superior to anyone else in the galaxy, and they had Kimberly, the girl that could take out a group of men with ease.

But she didn't want to take out a whole group… she just wanted one.

Kimberly remained stoic as Vinny moved his hand down her arm. Sometime between arriving at the gaudy hotel suite and being licked like a fucking cub, Vinny had pulled her into the bedroom, where he secured them inside. The only thing she could do was scour the room to find the item she would use to take him out. Vase? Too messy. Lamp? Too loud. Curtain? That could work.

Kimberly spoke up in an attempt to suppress a gag, "Do you think we can get some privacy?"

"Privacy?" Vinny raised his brows. That could only mean one thing in his mind. Him and Kimberly.. alone. That's all he ever wanted.

He nodded at her request and instructed his pack to leave them at once, sealing himself inside with an unknown gladiator.

Fuck him and all of the other people that think they could get what they wanted by intimidating, threatening, and blackmailing others to do what they didn't want to. Fuck all of the times that she's been put in this exact situation by her boss so that someone could be silenced. It was the years of blood, sweat, and tears that numbed her. It was the nights where she had to slay a group of criminals so that the world could become a better place and she would go to her quarters and sob into her pillow. It was the moment she became a ghost in her world, disappearing from anyone that she cared about.

Kimberly felt her lip begin to tremble as she stared at Vinny, he was no different than the faceless men she had taken out before, but this was somehow more difficult. This was the first time that her old life mingled in with her current one. It reminded her that she was so much more than the ghost she had become, she was no longer just passing by in a city. People remembered her, people cared about her, and she was more than a weapon utilized by Promethea.

Vinny was disgusting, but he wanted her… it had been so long since she had felt that. Maybe she could still escape. Maybe she could still run away into the unknown and live the life she always wanted. Grace had denied her escape so many times. It didn't matter where she ran, she would always find her, but she never had enough time to escape before.

The money that the guys had won the night before was exactly what she needed to silence Jerry long enough for her to take the nearest bus down to Mexico, where she would hide within the crowd.

Or maybe she could just do things the right way and demand to leave, to be granted her freedom after everything she has done for the world.

"We're alone," Vinny bit at his lip, his eyes undressing Kimberly.

When he went to touch her again, she was brought back to her senses. Her hand immediately reached out, crushing his fingers with her strength.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," He sneered, pulling his hand away.

"Don't touch me," Kimberly's nostrils flared. "Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?"

Vinny gave a cocky grin but didn't listen to her request. Instead, he reached out for her again in an attempt to wrap two heavy arms around her.

She had given him a warning. As soon as his skin touched hers, she retaliated, her hand coming to greet his cheek in a ferocious slap.

The strength forced him to step back, a wild gaze on his eyes, "What the fuck?"

"Don't touch me," Kimberly returned, calmly.

Vinny's hand tenderly touched the heat on his cheek, his tongue rolling in his mouth. "Don't forget that stuck in here with me. No one is gonna come and help you."

Vinny reached for the buckle of his belt, a fury fueling inside of him.

Kimberly let out a smile, shaking her head, "No… you're stuck in here with me."

Author note: We're coming close to the end! hope you guys have all enjoyed this little fic! Thank you to CraneLove for the inspiration! If you guys have some extra time then let me know what you guys think in a review or PM! See you guys next time!