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Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Happy Reading!

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Forever Reunions



1 Year Later ~ August 3, 2001



"Tommy!" a surprised voice said.

"Hi . . . Um . . . . . . I thought we could talk . . ."

"Tommy . . . . . Its been a really long time . . ."

"I know. That's why I'm here . . . You disappeared before I got a chance to say hi . . ."

"I had an early flight."

"I heard. Do you have a few minutes?"

"What's this about? She asked stepping aside to let him in.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking . . . . . I just got back from a red ranger mission in Space . . ."

"I know, Jason called."

"You guys talk a lot?"

"I guess."

"Kimberly . . . . . Look . . . . . Its been 3 years . . . . . And I know that a lot has happened. And we've all changed . . . . . . . . . But no matter what's happened, one thing has always remained the same for me . . . . . . . . ."

"Tommy . . . . ."

"Kimberly, I don't know how else to say this . . . . . I know you broke up with me, and I 'm sure you had a good reason . . . You ripped my heart out with that letter, and even though I was really hurt and angry at the time, the only thing that hurts now, is not having you in my life. I know its been a long time, and I know we haven't talked at all. But there is a little girl back in Angel Grove who loves you, and misses you like crazy! And every single night, she asks me when you're coming home, and every single night, I tell her that I don't know . . . . . . . . . And I know that I"m one to talk, because I haven't exactly been there for her very much lately . . . But I love my sister, and I 'm trying to be what she needs . . . But its really hard to do that when I don't have what I need . . . . ."

"Tommy look . . . . . I know how much you love your sister. And AnneMarie loves you right back . . . . . She wants you to be happy, and if that means spending all your time at the track, she understands . . . You love racing, even if it takes you away from your family. And AnneMarie loves watching you. She's happy because she sees that you are. And you're what's most important to her."

"You've talked to AnneMarie?" Tommy asked surprised.

" . . . . . She started writing to me again about a month ago . . . . . You didn't know?" Tommy hung his head.

" . . . . . . I haven't really been home . . . . ."

"Tommy . . . . . Your sister is a beautiful, smart, remarkable young woman, and she's got you to thank for that! . . . . . She won her karate math last wee, and she said she couldn't have done it if it weren't for her wonderful coach . . . . . . . . . Tommy, you might be gone a lot, but you're there when she needs you, and that's what counts."

"I had no idea she's been confiding in you . . . . ." Tommy said softly. Kimberly reached for a picture that sat in a frame on a nearby table, and handed it to Tommy.

" . . . . . Look at how happy she is . . . . . AnneMarie loves you so much! Between you teaching her karate, and Kat teaching her ballet . . . . . She's got 2 really great parents!"

"Kat is in London . . . . ."

"So! She'll be home soon!"

" . . . . . No . . . . . Kat and I . . . . .We're not together anymore . . . . . . . . She's moved on . . . . ."

"Oh Tommy . . . . . . . . . I had no idea. I'm so sorry!"

"I'm not sure if AnneMarie knows . . . . . . . . ."

"She probably does . . . She's always been really smart . . . . ."

"She likes you better than Kat anyway, and I'm sure she wold rather have you home, than her. She misses you."

"And I miss her. But Tommy, my life is here now. I can't just walk away from it."

"But you can walk away from Angel Grove . . . . ."

"That was 3 ½ years ago. And you told me that too!"

"Because I thought you'd be back."

"Things change."

"Angel Grove is home."

"Not anymore, not for me."

"Kimberly, come on . . . . ."

"What do you want from me Tommy?!? You want me to drop my life? Drop everything I have here, and run back to California with you, like nothing has changed?!? Well I'm sorry! I can't do that!"

"Kimberly, nothing has changed . . . . ."

"Yes it has! Tommy, look at you . . . . Look at yourself in the mirror, and tell me that nothing has changed! You're the biggest change of them all!"

"Oh, so just because I cut my hair, everything has suddenly changed?!? Please Kimberly! Its hair! Look at yourself! Your hair has changed too!"

"Its not just your hair Tommy! There's other stuff too!"

"Oh really!?! Like what!?!" he asked getting irritated.

"Like me Tommy! I've changed! I've changed most of all! I'm not eh same stud girl, who was hopelessly in love with you 3 years ago! I"m not the same girl who hung on every word you said, and thought she couldn't live without you! Because I have! And I am! I don't need you to sit here and take care of me for the rest of my life. I don't need you to walk me to class and protect me from the bullies. And I don't need you standing here telling me to come home to a place I don't even know any more, because 'nothing has changed!' Like it or not Tommy, change happens!"

"Fine! Change happens! And you know what? You're right! I have changed! I turned stupid! And you wanna know how I know? Because I'm here! For some obviously completely STUPID reason, I came to Florida, hoping that if I told you that I love you, you'd come back to me, and give me another chance! But you know what? I was wrong! And you're right about something else too! You've changed. You're not the same girl I fell in love with all those yeas ago . . . . . I don't even know you." he said in a stern voice, then turned and left the apartment, leaving Kimberly all alone as she broke down in tears.







To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .