Unavoidable Secrets Part 7
Summary: Homicidal ex-boyfriend makes his presence known. Again.
Rating: Same as before, and before, and before...you get the picture.
Disclaimer: I own all things that make you go 'hmm...don't think I've heard of them before'. Things that you know are, unfortunately, owned by a mean person who won't let me have them.
Author's notes: Yeah, I'm not panicking. I have a speaking exam tomorrow in a language I can't speak, and I hate my teacher!! Taking out my anger on this story, but I'll try to be nice.
Thank You's: To my cuz Loz, and to everyone that has reviewed me (again) can't say how much it means to me...except I just did. Oops.
"You have a really nice place here, you know that?" Zack told his longtime friend, as the three of them walked into the spacious living room. Tommy shrugged modestly, and said,
"It's alright, I'd prefer it if it was closer to the school, but you can't have everything."
"You got that right," Kim said, placing one of her two bags on the floor. "Still, it's really nice, you know. Just needs a better colour scheme and you'd be set."
"What kind of colouring?" Tommy asked. "I kind of haven't had any time at all to do anything with this place, and it shows."
"Yeah, I didn't think that purple would have been your first choice somehow." Zack laughed. he glanced at Kim, and said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, oh fellow captive?"
Kim rolled her eyes, and said, "I don't know what you're thinking, so how am I supposed to know if our minds are aligned or not? For all I know you're thinking of pepperoni pizza or something, which I am definitely not doing."
It was Zack's turn to roll his eyes. "I see that this situation hasn't done anything to diffuse your sarcastic nature." He turned to Tommy. "How would you like Kim and I to fix up this place for you? Kim's alright with a paintbrush, and I can help move furniture or something."
"Yeah, we were thinking the same thing," Kim admitted. "It would be the least we can do, as long as I'm not stuck with all the painting." She glared at Zack, who held his hands up with an innocent look on his face.
"Would I?"
"Unless you have changed dramatically since your elemantary school days, then I'd have to say yes."
* * *
The day passed by pretty peacefully, with Tommy going to the hardware store on Kim's request to pick up a bunch of paint cards so that they could get started on the colour schemes. After about an hour, the guys had lost steam, and Zack got up from the table to phone Angela. Ten minutes later he hung up the phone and said,
"I'm going to bed early,"
"Is Angela still getting a transfer to Angel Grove?" Kim asked, looking up from a fan of paint cards that she had arranged. "Or did Sergeant Carter decide to destroy all of our dreams in the same day?"
Tommy kept silent. Kim and Zack had been making similar barbed comments all day, he figured it was par for the course when they had just been told to stay out of sight indefinitely to protect themselves from being attacked.
"No, she hasn't heard anything from him, so she said she's still coming," Zack said. He sighed, and added, "I just wish I could know that she was going to be safe for sure here, that I could definitely protect her."
"I never wanted anyone else involved," Kim mumbled, hastily returning her attention to the merits of Bubblegum Pink versus Springtime Lilac.
"Now I know what you mean, I wish I'd never told Angela now that I know what's going on," Zack agreed. "Still, to quote a cliche, what's done is done. We're simply gonna have to make the best of what we've got."
"The old pot of gold at the end of the rainbow trick isn't going to work on anyone anymore, Zackary," Kim said. "I'll start phoning everyone tomorrow to let them know where we are, and then we can get started on the masterpiece that will be this room."
"You don't have to paint this place, you know," Tommy pointed out. "I don't want you two to feel obligated. I'd have taken any of you guys in if it helps."
"Just make sure you don't take Dave Curtis in, and we'll be sure to repay you in kind," Zack said. "Night, you two."
"Night."
For a few minutes the room remained silent, Tommy flicking through the newspaper and Kim mixing and matching colour cards. Then Kim said suddenly,
"This has been bothering me all day...do you think that Trini is after Jason?"
Tommy put down the paper and thought. Finally he said,
"You know, they have been hanging out a lot together recently, but when I asked Jase about it he said it was because he's bored with Emily gone."
"I always held out that Trini and Billy would get together," Kim mused, abandoning the cards and crossing her legs underneath her. "And now he's engaged, and she's flirting with him and Jason like nobody's business. What's this Cara girl like, anyway?"
Tommy rolled his eyes. "I think that the clue is in the fact that I've only met her about three times. Or should I say, she's only wanted to meet us three times. She was very quiet...or do I mean snooty?"
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Kim said. "Still, if Billy's happy then I guess that's all that counts."
"Yeah, but I don't think he's over Trini. He didn't tell her until she came back to Angel Grove, and the look on their faces... let's just say I'm pretty sure it's an open book situation. From what I've seen of the 2001 version, she's not exactly likely to hold back from what she wants anymore."
"I was kinda...shocked by the transformation myself," Kim said. "I've known her since she was eight, and she's always been the shy, retiring one of us two. Now it looks as though we've swapped places."
"Did anyone ever tell you that Rocky got engaged?" Tommy asked her. Kim's eyes opened wide, and she sat up a little straighter.
"You are kidding me. To whom?" Kim asked. Rocky, a guy who could eat for America and win? Making a lasting commitment? "And why do I get the impression that this is all in the past tense?"
"He met this girl at the dojo when she was picking up her little brother or something. She was really nice, but it didn't work out between them."
"I don't think our group is doing that well with relationships at the moment, from what I've heard," Kim said. She didn't ask whether Tommy was still with Katherine. Whichever answer he gave would surely hurt too much.
"No, you're right, it's sadly true."
"What do you think of Moccachino?" Kim said, changing the subject before the tears that had been lurking all day spilled over to the surface. "It could give a nice warm feel to the place."
Tommy leaned over to look at the card. "No, I think I object to feeling like I'm a coffee bean in a machine every time I walk into the room."
"And that would be bad because?" Kim asked. Tommy punched her in the arm and said,
"Just because I'm providing you and Zack with stability from the outside world and big, bad, crazy men out there does not mean I have to agree with everything you say."
"That's me told," Kim said, putting down the cards once again. "I think I'd better stop, Lemon Cheesecake is starting to blend alarmingly into Periwinkle Seaside."
This was what he missed most about Kim. The friendship that no-one else had thought was there. They'd only begun to renew their friendship the day before, and yet there was no awkwardness to be seen. The letter had not been mentioned, Kat was placed aside as though she had never been there, even the not-so-small matter of the remaining attraction that at moments threatened to overcome them had not spoiled their friendship.
Kim was jolted from her similar reverie by the insistent beeping coming from her pocket. Tommy looked at her, and said "Are you the bionic woman?"
"Nuh-huh, cell phone." She opened the flap and said, "Hello?"
Almost immediately the blood drained from her face as she listened to whoever was speaking on the other side. There was a long pause before she spoke again, and it was only to say,
"Just leave me alone, you bastard," and then the phone was lost from her grip, disappeared into the folds of the sofa. Her hands flew up to her face, and Tommy knew it was to hide tears that had decided now was the time to make their presence known. After a few minutes of silent sobbing, she removed her hands from her eyes to say, "How the hell did he get my number?"
"You never gave it to him?" Tommy asked, sliding across the sofa to put a tentative arm around her shoulders. She shook her head, and said,
"I changed my phone when we broke up...changed every fucking thing about me and still he won't give up."
She didn't say anything more after that, just removed his arm from her shoulder, and retreated to the relative safety of her room, leaving Tommy even more confused than he had been when he saw Kim for the first time in four years just over twentyfour hours ago.
* * *
I've changed a lot.
You don't have to tell me twice that things have changed since I came back to Angel Grove, actually when I came back to America from Geneva I found I'd suddenly become more assertive than I had been.
Trini Kwan had always been seen as the shy one, not exactly in the shadows, but not exactly out of them either. Now that I'm older, I want to be in charge of my own life, to make my own decisions, and start thinking about me for a change.
We spent three years of our teenage lives protecting the planet. We hardly ever got the chance to enjoy a normal life. So what if I'm using the opportunities I've been given to work out which of my old friends still has a crush on me?
I'm still the same old Trini inside...I think. Just this is my inner child, and I'm determined to run with her for the next few days. At least until they have told me how they feel.
To be honest, my heart is in this situation more than I'd like. I'm letting too much ride on this, giving up too much. When I heard that Tommy had taken Kim and Zack in, my first thought wasn't 'I wonder if Billy would like to come to dinner' it was 'I should have offered first.'
It hurts me to see them like this...helpless, waiting for this Dave creature to make whatever move he chooses next. But I know that when he does emerge from the shadows, Tommy will be there to beat him to a pulp, hopefully with Jason right behind him.
We've always been a closeknit group, but it seems as though we've been slipping things through the weave recently. I wouldn't be surprised if things got a lot more complicated in the near future.
Stay tuned.
Summary: Homicidal ex-boyfriend makes his presence known. Again.
Rating: Same as before, and before, and before...you get the picture.
Disclaimer: I own all things that make you go 'hmm...don't think I've heard of them before'. Things that you know are, unfortunately, owned by a mean person who won't let me have them.
Author's notes: Yeah, I'm not panicking. I have a speaking exam tomorrow in a language I can't speak, and I hate my teacher!! Taking out my anger on this story, but I'll try to be nice.
Thank You's: To my cuz Loz, and to everyone that has reviewed me (again) can't say how much it means to me...except I just did. Oops.
"You have a really nice place here, you know that?" Zack told his longtime friend, as the three of them walked into the spacious living room. Tommy shrugged modestly, and said,
"It's alright, I'd prefer it if it was closer to the school, but you can't have everything."
"You got that right," Kim said, placing one of her two bags on the floor. "Still, it's really nice, you know. Just needs a better colour scheme and you'd be set."
"What kind of colouring?" Tommy asked. "I kind of haven't had any time at all to do anything with this place, and it shows."
"Yeah, I didn't think that purple would have been your first choice somehow." Zack laughed. he glanced at Kim, and said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, oh fellow captive?"
Kim rolled her eyes, and said, "I don't know what you're thinking, so how am I supposed to know if our minds are aligned or not? For all I know you're thinking of pepperoni pizza or something, which I am definitely not doing."
It was Zack's turn to roll his eyes. "I see that this situation hasn't done anything to diffuse your sarcastic nature." He turned to Tommy. "How would you like Kim and I to fix up this place for you? Kim's alright with a paintbrush, and I can help move furniture or something."
"Yeah, we were thinking the same thing," Kim admitted. "It would be the least we can do, as long as I'm not stuck with all the painting." She glared at Zack, who held his hands up with an innocent look on his face.
"Would I?"
"Unless you have changed dramatically since your elemantary school days, then I'd have to say yes."
* * *
The day passed by pretty peacefully, with Tommy going to the hardware store on Kim's request to pick up a bunch of paint cards so that they could get started on the colour schemes. After about an hour, the guys had lost steam, and Zack got up from the table to phone Angela. Ten minutes later he hung up the phone and said,
"I'm going to bed early,"
"Is Angela still getting a transfer to Angel Grove?" Kim asked, looking up from a fan of paint cards that she had arranged. "Or did Sergeant Carter decide to destroy all of our dreams in the same day?"
Tommy kept silent. Kim and Zack had been making similar barbed comments all day, he figured it was par for the course when they had just been told to stay out of sight indefinitely to protect themselves from being attacked.
"No, she hasn't heard anything from him, so she said she's still coming," Zack said. He sighed, and added, "I just wish I could know that she was going to be safe for sure here, that I could definitely protect her."
"I never wanted anyone else involved," Kim mumbled, hastily returning her attention to the merits of Bubblegum Pink versus Springtime Lilac.
"Now I know what you mean, I wish I'd never told Angela now that I know what's going on," Zack agreed. "Still, to quote a cliche, what's done is done. We're simply gonna have to make the best of what we've got."
"The old pot of gold at the end of the rainbow trick isn't going to work on anyone anymore, Zackary," Kim said. "I'll start phoning everyone tomorrow to let them know where we are, and then we can get started on the masterpiece that will be this room."
"You don't have to paint this place, you know," Tommy pointed out. "I don't want you two to feel obligated. I'd have taken any of you guys in if it helps."
"Just make sure you don't take Dave Curtis in, and we'll be sure to repay you in kind," Zack said. "Night, you two."
"Night."
For a few minutes the room remained silent, Tommy flicking through the newspaper and Kim mixing and matching colour cards. Then Kim said suddenly,
"This has been bothering me all day...do you think that Trini is after Jason?"
Tommy put down the paper and thought. Finally he said,
"You know, they have been hanging out a lot together recently, but when I asked Jase about it he said it was because he's bored with Emily gone."
"I always held out that Trini and Billy would get together," Kim mused, abandoning the cards and crossing her legs underneath her. "And now he's engaged, and she's flirting with him and Jason like nobody's business. What's this Cara girl like, anyway?"
Tommy rolled his eyes. "I think that the clue is in the fact that I've only met her about three times. Or should I say, she's only wanted to meet us three times. She was very quiet...or do I mean snooty?"
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Kim said. "Still, if Billy's happy then I guess that's all that counts."
"Yeah, but I don't think he's over Trini. He didn't tell her until she came back to Angel Grove, and the look on their faces... let's just say I'm pretty sure it's an open book situation. From what I've seen of the 2001 version, she's not exactly likely to hold back from what she wants anymore."
"I was kinda...shocked by the transformation myself," Kim said. "I've known her since she was eight, and she's always been the shy, retiring one of us two. Now it looks as though we've swapped places."
"Did anyone ever tell you that Rocky got engaged?" Tommy asked her. Kim's eyes opened wide, and she sat up a little straighter.
"You are kidding me. To whom?" Kim asked. Rocky, a guy who could eat for America and win? Making a lasting commitment? "And why do I get the impression that this is all in the past tense?"
"He met this girl at the dojo when she was picking up her little brother or something. She was really nice, but it didn't work out between them."
"I don't think our group is doing that well with relationships at the moment, from what I've heard," Kim said. She didn't ask whether Tommy was still with Katherine. Whichever answer he gave would surely hurt too much.
"No, you're right, it's sadly true."
"What do you think of Moccachino?" Kim said, changing the subject before the tears that had been lurking all day spilled over to the surface. "It could give a nice warm feel to the place."
Tommy leaned over to look at the card. "No, I think I object to feeling like I'm a coffee bean in a machine every time I walk into the room."
"And that would be bad because?" Kim asked. Tommy punched her in the arm and said,
"Just because I'm providing you and Zack with stability from the outside world and big, bad, crazy men out there does not mean I have to agree with everything you say."
"That's me told," Kim said, putting down the cards once again. "I think I'd better stop, Lemon Cheesecake is starting to blend alarmingly into Periwinkle Seaside."
This was what he missed most about Kim. The friendship that no-one else had thought was there. They'd only begun to renew their friendship the day before, and yet there was no awkwardness to be seen. The letter had not been mentioned, Kat was placed aside as though she had never been there, even the not-so-small matter of the remaining attraction that at moments threatened to overcome them had not spoiled their friendship.
Kim was jolted from her similar reverie by the insistent beeping coming from her pocket. Tommy looked at her, and said "Are you the bionic woman?"
"Nuh-huh, cell phone." She opened the flap and said, "Hello?"
Almost immediately the blood drained from her face as she listened to whoever was speaking on the other side. There was a long pause before she spoke again, and it was only to say,
"Just leave me alone, you bastard," and then the phone was lost from her grip, disappeared into the folds of the sofa. Her hands flew up to her face, and Tommy knew it was to hide tears that had decided now was the time to make their presence known. After a few minutes of silent sobbing, she removed her hands from her eyes to say, "How the hell did he get my number?"
"You never gave it to him?" Tommy asked, sliding across the sofa to put a tentative arm around her shoulders. She shook her head, and said,
"I changed my phone when we broke up...changed every fucking thing about me and still he won't give up."
She didn't say anything more after that, just removed his arm from her shoulder, and retreated to the relative safety of her room, leaving Tommy even more confused than he had been when he saw Kim for the first time in four years just over twentyfour hours ago.
* * *
I've changed a lot.
You don't have to tell me twice that things have changed since I came back to Angel Grove, actually when I came back to America from Geneva I found I'd suddenly become more assertive than I had been.
Trini Kwan had always been seen as the shy one, not exactly in the shadows, but not exactly out of them either. Now that I'm older, I want to be in charge of my own life, to make my own decisions, and start thinking about me for a change.
We spent three years of our teenage lives protecting the planet. We hardly ever got the chance to enjoy a normal life. So what if I'm using the opportunities I've been given to work out which of my old friends still has a crush on me?
I'm still the same old Trini inside...I think. Just this is my inner child, and I'm determined to run with her for the next few days. At least until they have told me how they feel.
To be honest, my heart is in this situation more than I'd like. I'm letting too much ride on this, giving up too much. When I heard that Tommy had taken Kim and Zack in, my first thought wasn't 'I wonder if Billy would like to come to dinner' it was 'I should have offered first.'
It hurts me to see them like this...helpless, waiting for this Dave creature to make whatever move he chooses next. But I know that when he does emerge from the shadows, Tommy will be there to beat him to a pulp, hopefully with Jason right behind him.
We've always been a closeknit group, but it seems as though we've been slipping things through the weave recently. I wouldn't be surprised if things got a lot more complicated in the near future.
Stay tuned.
