Title: Infernal Destiny
By: Morgan

Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR material and characters, I don't, though I wish I did. Any products or anything I have not made up myself in this story belong to their respected owners. Please don't sue me.

Distribution: Anywhere as long as I am informed first.

Rating: R for violence, adult situations, and language.

My Notes: Thank you to all the people who have reviewed this story. It means a ton to me. Also, I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. I'm going to try to write longer chapters from here on out, because I seem to have a problem with that. Thanks again and please read and review! ~Morgan~


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Tommy Oliver's House
Saturday, April 21, 2000 6:43 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

The Oliver's phone rang just as they were getting up from the dinner table and clearing the dirty dishes off the solid oak table. Wiping her hands on a forest green dish towel, Jan Oliver went into the living room to answer the phone. Tommy and Thomas, his father, continued with the after dinner chores, not really caring at the moment about who was calling. The caller was being awfully persistent as the phone rang for the sixth time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she said, hoping the person on the other end would not hang up before she made her way around the comfortable white couch and over to the end table next to it. "Owe, stupid coffee table," Jan swore as she banged her shin on the cherry wood piece of furniture.

"Hello...Oh, hi Cynthia. How are you this evening," Jan asked in a singsong, cheery tone. Cynthia and herself got along very well, never running out of things to talk about. Their relationship was almost one of best friends since their children had been dating for almost three years now. More than several times they had found themselves sitting next to the other at football games and gymnastic and karate tournaments, getting to know each other along the way. That would come in handy when their kids eventually got married a few years away and had babies of their own, which had not happened yet but was bound to. Anyone could look at Tommy and Kim and see that they had that rare kind of love. The love anyone would be lucky to find and be able to keep.

"I've been better Jan. Is Tommy home? I'd like to speak to him about something," Cynthia was not looking forward to telling these particular news to Tommy and his family. Kim was like a daughter to Thomas and Jan, and Tommy...well...you know how that goes.

"Um, yes he is right here," she answered as Tommy leaned against the door frame to the living room. "Is everything okay? Kimberly is not hurt or anything is she?" The worry was evident in her voice and expression.

Tommy was immediately at his mother's side at the mere utterance of his Kimberly being hurt or in pain. He leaned in trying to pry in on their conversation, only to get a small, gentle shove backward from his mother who gave him a look that said 'just a second.' He impatiently rubbed the back of his neck, underneath his dark mahogany hair as he did when he was upset or nervous about something. He couldn't hear what Cynthia was talking about, but by the look on his mother's face he was prompted to run down the hall to the guest bedroom and pick up the phone.

"...Yes, and we need a place to stay for the night so he doesn't find us. We were hoping that you would let us spend the night at your place. Maybe that way Kimberly would feel a little safer and be able to get a decent night's rest. She has not slept very well in days."

Jan nodded with understanding, "Of course you can Cynthia. Have you two eaten? We have leftovers from dinner if you would like to eat here as well. We'll get the guest rooms ready for you two so you can go right to bed. You sound wiped out."

Tommy spoke up, revealing to them that he was on the phone, "What's is wrong with Kim? Why is she scared? What is going on?"

"Hold on child, we will explain everything to you once they get here. Now got off this line and go make sure the guest room upstairs is halfway decent." Tommy reluctantly went to do as he was told and hung up the phone. He sulked all the way up the stairs, to his mother's amusement. Then to Cynthia Jan said, "Do you want to share a room or do you think Kim would feel comfortable being by herself?"

"I don't know, but I have the feeling that Kim won't be sleeping in the room with me or by herself anyway no matter what," Cynthia said sounding exasperated and tired. Kim was not the only person effected by this. She was married to a man that had beaten her child. That alone would keep her up at night. After all this was over a divorce would definitely be executed.

'I'm going to take that man for everything he has, plus more. After I get done with him, and Kimberly's father too I'm sure after he finds out, he is going to wish he had never met us.'

"Oh, I see. It is fine with me if it is okay with you Cynthia. You do not think they would do anything with us here though right? Not that I am against it, they are adults and able to make their own choices."

"I know what you mean. But I seriously doubt anything will go on between the two tonight so I see no problem with them sharing a room."

"Okay, we'll see you in about an hour or so?"

"Thirty minutes if we get lucky. Kim is getting proof photos taken right now, and they are almost finished. We should be there shortly."

"Bye Hun, see you soon then."

"Tootles Jan." They both hung up the phones, Cynthia returning to her daughter's side, and Jan returning to the kitchen to heat up the all ready cold dinner that had been left over and inform Thomas of their visitors. It was going to be a long night indeed.

*****

Police Department
Saturday, April 21, 2000 6:51 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"Okay Mrs. Hart, I think we are about done here for now. You can collect your clothes and then you are free to leave. Oh, this is Lieutenant Bakers, he will be watching the house tonight." Then he leaned in and whispered, "He is one of the best on the squad, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Okay, thank you." Kim had just undergone something almost as humiliating as what had occurred to bring her here. Three men and four women had just finished taking pictures of her bruised and battered body. To her, they had been just like tourists, looking at her as if she was a wonder of the world. "Mom, will you hand me my stuff? It is over there by the sink. Thanks," she said as her mother handed her garments to her.

"Are you okay honey? I know that was could not have been pleasant." Cynthia almost could not contain her crocodile tears at the sight of her daughter's sullen face. 'We will have to take a nice, long vacation after all of this is over with. Maybe to Hawaii or something would lift her spirits.' Though she knew that was not the answers to all of her and Kimberly's problems, a get away could not hurt.

"I'm fine. I just want to go home, eat, take a nice long bubble bath, and go to sleep," Kim muttered as she pulled her short sleeved, lavender sweater shirt over her head. She threw the huge paper gown fit for pregnant ladies down on the medical bed she had just been laying on and picked up her boots to slip them on.

"Actually, we're staying at the Oliver's house tonight. I called and asked them a little while ago and Jan said it was okay. I thought you may feel a little more calm if we went there since they have not found him yet."

"Do you think they will be able to find him? I just can't stop thinking about that lady...It could have been me and that scares me worst of all." Kim hoped they would. She knew she would not be able to get a moments shut eye with him lose and walking around free. And the police thinking he was involved in a murder case did not help matter in the least.

"Thank gosh it was not Baby. And I am hoping they will Kimberly. No man like that should be able to hurt another living soul as long as he lives. I'll make sure he does not if it is the last thing I do. I'll call your father when we get to the house and inform him of what is going on."

"All right, sounds good. Do you think he will be mad? I know Meredith with want him to have nothing to do with this."

"Oh, Honey, no. He will be livid. And that lady means nothing. She is a witch and she will always be a witch and until your father sees that she will be around. He will probably fly down here to see you too. You never know." Kim had not seen her father for over six months. He had been remarried five months earlier to a snooty, snobby shop addicted slut that absolutely hated Kim. They had only met three times, but Kim could not stand the lady. Kim knew why they could not get along, and Meredith started it that is for sure. She was always so negative and bitchy to her, for no good reason. Though, Kim had a hunch that it had to do with the child support payments her father still paid that had her all hot and bothered. She tried her best to ignore the lady, but sometimes a person can only take so much.

"I hope so, it has been so long since I have seen him, and Kenny for that matter." Kenny, Kim's older brother was living in Seattle where her father was and had two daughters of his own. Though only twenty-three, Kenny was extremely successful, had a wonderful wife and family, and was really going places. Kim had only seen her youngest niece, six month old Kayle, one time. When he had lived in Angel Grove, Kim watched Macey, four years old, all day, every day during the summers. That bond they had formed made her miss Macey all the more.

"So do I, Honey. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. Mom? Did you tell Tommy about what happened? Because if you did pure hell is going to break free. You know how he is."

"No, actually I did not. I cannot promise you that Jan did not tell him, but I was going to leave that part to you. Jan and I also agreed that if you wanted to sleep in Tommy's room for the night that would be fine. I am trusting that you two will behave yourself Kimberly, this is not a slumber party if you know what I mean."

Kim blushed, never hearing her mother even talk about sex in a joking manner, "Mom!"

"I'm sorry. I should not have said that," she exclaimed grinning in disbelief and shaking her head as she buried it in her hands, blushing as much as Kim had been if not more so.

"Seriously though, Tommy and I have class Mom. We would not do anything like that while our parents were like twenty feet away. And I doubt we will be in the mood for stuff like that anyhow." Kimberly was grateful for the open relationship her mother and her shared. They talked about everything, but never had it been in a joking manner. Cynthia knew the night they first made love. She had taken Kim to get a checkup with a gynecologist the next day, get birth control pills, and even to the drug store to help her get more extensive protection. She had been mad that Kim had not come to her before their relationship had gone that far to get these sort of things, but she was more than glad to help. She knew that it was confusing and embarrassing enough for Kim already to deal with this and to ask her for help, so she decided to make it as easy as possible for Kim to come talk to her.

"Okay, I trust you Sweetie. Now, lets get out of here."

They left the Police Department and made their way to Cynthia's brand new Mustang, not noticing the man sitting in an old, sky blue truck watching them with fire in his dark, morbid eyes.

'I told you, you little slut, and you disobeyed me. You and your mother will pay when I get my hands on you both. I hope you don't plan on going to sleep tonight little girl, because not only will I be in your dreams, I'll be watching you.'

*****

Tommy Oliver's House
Saturday, April 21, 2000 7:23 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

After going back to their own home to pack over night bags with the supervision of three police officers, Kim and her mother arrived at Tommy's house. He was waiting outside, sitting on the solid porch swing, leasurelly swinging back and forth. When we saw their car coming down the street, he rose to greet them with a big smile that masked the worry he felt. His features may have been at ease, but looking into his eyes one could tell that he was feeling discomfort.

"Hey Tommy," Kim said as he went to open her door for her. She gave him a big hug and a thank you kiss and turned back to the car. Tommy frowned in confusement. "Thanks for letting us stay here tonight. I just need to get my bag."

"Here, I'll get it Beautiful," Tommy said as it started to pour outside. The weather man had predicted a storm coming in, but it was not have supposed tp hit until early in the morning. "Oh, great. It waits until we are outside to start raining. That is just my dumb luck," he complained as they ran for cover under the front porch. Jan and Thomas were there to meet them as well and they took their bags.

"I'll take those to your rooms...And there is spagetti and garlic bread in the over warming up. I know you two have not eaten all day."

"Make yourselves at home," Jan added as she put and arm around Cynthia's slumped shoulders. Cynthia suddenly turned to face Leutenant Bakers' back as he made his way back to his squad car.

"Hey, would you like to join us? I bet you have not eaten dinner either and your going to be here all night and I would hate for you to go hungry just because of us."

"Why thank you ma'am, but I have a packed lunch that my wife made for me this morning and I would be in the dog house if I passed up on her cooking."

"Okay then, have a good night. Abd thank you for doing this for us."

"Well, it is my job and I am happy to do it."

*****

"Thank you so much Jan, that really hit the spot," Kim said as she pushed her plate away, full from the wonderful meal she had just consumed.

"Oh, your welcome dear. If you want to take a shower or bath you can use Tommy's bathroom. We are remodeling the other one upstairs and it is a mess."

"Okay, thanks Jan." Kim got up and made her way up to Tommy's room, with him right behind her on her heels.

"Hey beautiful," Tommy said as he wraped his arms lovingly around her, "Would you like me draw you a nice, hot bubble bath so you can relax and soak your troubles away?"

She chuckled a little, "I would love that Baby."

"All right then. There is my robe and you can slip that on while I run the water."

He exited his large room and heading into his own personal bathroom to do as he had promised. Spontaniously, he lit some candles that he had found in his bathroom closet and threw a little rubber ducky into the water. Grabbing a bottle of lavender scented bubbles from his parents bathroom, he added a plentiful amount to the tub and went to retrieve Kim.

"Are you ready to be pampered my Beautiful Goddess?"

"I don't know, it depends on what you are planning on doing."

"Oh, well, you will just have to wait and see. It is a surprise." He led her into the bathroom and she smiled as she saw what he had made for her.

"This is going to be great. Thanks Baby."

"No problem Beautiful, I like to see you happy."

"That is sweet...Now get out of here. I have a bath to take. You can come back after I get in."

"You're killing me here Kim. You don't have anything I haven't seen time after time again." He smirked and put on that cocky face Kim hated so much. Well, she didn't hate it, she thought it was rather cute, but that was the grin or a challenger.

"Shoo Tommy, I don't want to get you all up for action or anything like you and I both know will happen if you don't leave."

"What would be so wrong with that?" Tommy was joking, and having a really good time doing it too. Two people could play this game. "You don't want me to revish you tonight?"

"Nope, not with our parents here. Sorry, game over. Now get out of here and do not come back until I tell you that you can."

*****

"..So Kimberly has bruises all over her chest and back? That is horrible Cynthia. I am so glad you guys did something as soon as you did, because there is no telling what a psycho like that would do."

"I know Tom, I almost can't look at her without crying anymore. The thought that I could have lost her is so reched that I can't think about anything else. It is consuming me and I can't let it go."

"It will get better Hun, right now you just relax and count your blessing that Kim is here with us and safe."

"You're right Jan. I know someone is looking down on us, and I appreciate the help."

*****

"Okay Tommy, you may enter," Kim joked in a proper voice. He swung the door open and went to sit on the toilet by the tub. With the frothy bubbles, Tommy could not see Kim's body and the dismay it was in.

"So, you want to tell me why you and your mom are staying here? Where is Pierre? Did your mom and him get into a big fight or something?"

"No, Tommy. They did not get in a fight. We are here because of me. For the last week he has been abusing me both mentally and physically and I was too scared to tell anyone. But this morning my Mom walked in on me when I was getting out of the shower and I had to tell her. I can honestly say that if she had not seen what he did I probably would still be at his mercy," Kim said so fast that Tommy had a hard time keeping up and understanding what she was saying. His eyes got really wide as she said the word 'abusing' and even wider when she had pronounced 'physically'.

"Kim?! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?! Is he in jail? He better be because if he isn't he had better HOPE that I don't see him because he will be DEAD!" The seriousness and anger in his voice made Kim flench. Never had she seen Tommy so out of controll and angry. It scared her to see him so wild, knowing what he was capable of.

"He got mad one night because he found our condoms in my nightstand and told me I was a slut and some other stuff." She shuddered at the memory, not really wanting to discuss the matter at the moment, but knowing that he needed to know for his own peace of mind.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He could not understand why Kim let this go on past that night. He did not know what had happened after that, but Kim was a strong, brilliant woman. Why had she not told him?

"He said he would kill me and I was scared. I know, it is sad. I am supposed to be able to protect myself and I can't."

"Why didn't you come to me Baby? I would have been there for you, everyone would have."

"I told Aisha, she was sleeping upstairs while he beat me down in the garage. That is why he got so mad at me because I guess he heard us talking about it. She just told me to tell her if anything else happened and blew it off. Don't think I am blaming this on her though, because I'm not. She didn't know this would happen."

"Jeezus Kim, what did he do? Are you okay Baby?" Tommy sat on his knees now next to the tub, rubbing her face with his hand and trying to comfort her. His other hand clinched and unclinched, shaking with fury, as he heard what she had to say.

"I'm fine, nothing a little time won't take away. Oh Tommy, but it hurt so bad. He just kept hitting me and hitting me and I couldn't breathe. I didn' know what to do so I just layed there on the floor and let him do it." She was crying, salty trails of tears were running down her cheeks and neck and into the warm water surrounding her.

"What did he do Kim? Let me see..." Tommy brushed some long, chesnut hair off her forehead and raised her chin up gently so that she was looking at him, not really sure what he saw as he looked into her now dark eyes.

Slowly, she grabbed the side of the tub and used it to help herself stand up.As she pushed the bubbles sticking to her figure away, Tommy's eyes filled with tears of rage and defeat as he saw her beautiful, seductive body covered in marks of hate and evil. He had never felt so enraged as he did when she had revealed her once captivating body to him. Sure, the bruises would go away, they were not like scars that would mark her body forever, but he still felt as if someone had personally damaged something that belonged to him. This was his Kim, and no one was going to hurt her without answering to him. At that moment he hoped that the cops would find Pierre first, because he would not be responsable for what would become of the man if he got his hands on him first.

*****

After her bath, and a nice long cry on Tommy's shoulder, Kim was more than ready for bed. She dressed in her silk, matching shorts and shirt, pajamas because they were the most comfortable ones she owned. They felt good on her all realy aching body.

"Here Baby, I got you a pillow from downstairs. Do you want me to leave the TV on or not?" Tommy was trying to make this evening as pleasant as possible, catering to her every need.

"No, I will be fine as long as you are here with me. I love you so much Tommy. I don't know what I would do without you." She climbed up in his big bed as slowly and carefully as she could. It was no use, no matter how she slept or what position she slept in she would be in pain. So she settled for laying on her side, facing the direction where Tommy would be.

"I love you too Beautiful, and I wouldn't be able to live without you. You are my life and if anything were to happen to you I wouldn't know what to do either." Getting into his bed as gracefully as he could so he didn't shake it and put her in pain, Tommy got under the covers woth her and gave her a long kiss goodnight.

"Goodnight Baby."

"Goodnight Beautiful." She jumped a little as a burst of lightening followed by a loud boom filled the room. He tenderly pulled her close to him, protecting her from bad dreams and weather.

'She was never scared of storms before, but I guess she is a little jumpy now. I'll protect you my love.'

"Sorry Tommy. I'm acting like a child."

"That's okay Kim, I will need the practice when we have our children. A little preparation never hurt anyone."

"That's so sweet Tommy. I never knew you thought about stuff like that. You know, our future together in a serious way." She was getting a little misty eyed at the thought.

"Of course I do Kim. I want to get married and have lots of kids running around. We can get a nice, big house by the beach or out on the country somewhere and live happily ever after." He could not see her face, but he knew she was touched by his statement.

"How many kids are we talking about here Tommy, because I'm not a baby machine you know," she joked.

"Oh, not a lot. Only five or six."

"Six?! No way Tommy. You're going to have to carry three of them on your own because I am not having any more than three." He was out of his freaking mind!

"Well, what if we had two then you got pregnant with triplets...We would have five then..." He loved pushing her buttons.

"That would not happen."

"It could happen.."

"But it won't so go to bed," she said laughing.

"Yes ma'am Ms. Hart. I am your love God."

"Great, do me a personal favor and shut the hell up." She giggled as she felt his hands wondering down her right leg and she slapped it away. "Thomas James Oliver, you stop that right now. Though I would love to go one on one with you my slave, I am in no shape to fight."

"Sorry Baby, I'll stop getting you excited.."

"Go to bed Tommy..."


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Okay, I'm tired and I have a nice long day of watching triplet one year olds tomorrow. Phew, pray for me, I may not make it out alive. Okay, did you love it? Hate it? Whatever, just PLEASE review. It will make my day if you do. Well, I'm off. I hope you liked it. The next chapter may be out this weekend...who knows right? ~Morgan~