Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, Saban does. If I did, do you think I'd actually be writing this. As a note, the idea came to me while listening to a song by Garth Brooks. There are certain metaphors, but not too many, lest you guess the members too simply.



Kimmie,

I got to the church late… you know how it is with me. Anyways, even after I drove there, I just sat out in my truck… doing nothing. I wanted to go inside, wanted to support two of my best friends, Kat and Jason, in their matrimonial ceremony, but… I couldn't bring myself to be surrounded by all those happy people when I felt so miserable. Selfish, I know. Not like you or Billy.

I guess that's why the two of you are together… you're always putting others first. Beside that, I never thought you two held many similar interests, but I guess I was wrong. Saving the world with one another daily can bring anyone closer together. God, I know this makes you happy, is probably something you want for the rest of your life, but I'm gonna miss you.

The chauffeur was smoking, I hope you know that. Looked like it's just tobacco, but I really can't be sure. If it isn't, I'll kill him for you guys, okay? That's what best friends do for one another if one's in trouble, after all.

A tear fell down my cheek before I could stop it, you know that? I cried over you again. I didn't mind so much as I did the last time. This was more of a bittersweet hurt than a painful one. Also, before I could brush it away or it could dribble off my chin, the doors of the church flew open, and all of you came rushing out. Blonde and brunette, blue eyes, brown eyes… it didn't matter because all of you were smiling. You, Billy, Kat, Jason, Trini, Aisha… the gang was all there. Even that crazy spacekid with the striped hair. Kat tossed the bouquet and you caught it, Beautiful. I saw. Then I saw you turn to Billy, next to you, and beam brightly. My heart shattered. Don't get me wrong, it's good to see you so happy. I just wish you could be happy with me. Just being selfish again, I suppose.

I guess that's how I wound up at the bridge, after all of you crowded in the limos. I needed some time to think, alone. In any case, I took the ring I'd gotten you as soon as I could out of my pocket, and turned it over in my palm. It was a diamond engagement ring I saved for and bought while we were in high school. Didn't even bring it back when you broke up with me. I guess I always hoped you'd come back. I glanced at the ring one more time, before closing my fist over it.

I brought my fist back and then forward, flinging the ring as far out as I could. It disappeared in the current. That's the end of the dream, I suppose.

Now I sit here, writing this. When you find it, I'll probably be long gone. I'll probably be missed… I know that wherever I go, I'll miss you. Just remember that all of you are in my heart. Guess I'll do my last morph the way I did my first, like it or not. Alone.

I'll always love you.

It's morphin' time.

Thomas "Tommy" Oliver