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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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Surprises Revealed

A couple hours later, Kimberly stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking on out over the city. She felt great for one. Her long brown hair curled with the top few layers pulled back and piled on top of her head, while the rest of the curls hung loosely over her back. Her short blue dress fit perfectly, hugging her body just right and the white sweater was the perfect touch to bring out the pale colored flowers in the dress. The wind gently blew, ruffling the bottom of Kimberly's dress, which came to right above her knees. Kimberly smiled as she crossed her arms across her chest. She loved Paris at night. Especially when the sun was setting. She loved the gentle glow of the city lights, and the feel fo the moonlight around her. It was peaceful and comforting at the same time.

"Hey . . .Someone is sure dressed up." a voice said from behind her a few minutes later, as a person slipped their arms around Kimberly.

"Let go of me!" she growled as her whole body tensed up, and Kimberly began to use her arms and elbows to fend off the intruder. "I may look weak and innocent, but I can take you in a second!" she said harshly, jabbing the person in the stomach with her elbow.

"Ouch!!! Geez Kim! What did you have to go and do that for?!?" the person whined as they let go of her, and grabbed their stomach in pain. Kimberly jumped away and dropped into a fighting stance, as she turned to face her intruder. "Geez! You try to surprise a girl for her birthday, and she attacks you! This sure is fun! You really do like it when I'm in the hospital, don't you!"

"Oh my gosh!" Kimberly gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry! Are you ok!?!"

"Yeah, I'll live . . . Who ever taught you to fight like that?"

"Um, you did?"

"Well, I've done good then!" the person said proudly.

"I'm so sorry Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm positive! I'm a lot stronger than you think!" Kimberly sighed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, to calm her nerves.

" . . . . . Tommy, what are you doing here? . . . . ."

"We need to talk . . . And I thought I'd give you one last chance . . . I take it you got my card . . ."

"Yeah . . . I got both of them . . . And your flowers. They're beautiful. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you came."

"I should have known it was you . . . Who else would send me pink and white roses?"

"I almost threw in some red ones. That way all the colors would be there."

"I'm glad you didn't. It wouldn't mean as much."

"Well I'm glad it meant something . . . . . You look beautiful tonight."

"I wasn't sure what to wear . . . My mom picked this out."

"I like it. Blue is a great color on you. You look amazing!"

"Thanks." Kimberly said blushing. "You look good too."

"Thanks. I wasn't sure what to wear either. You're the master with clothing."

"Not really . . .It takes a lot of practice."

"Well you look Amazing! Better than I remember . . . But you've always looked pretty great."

"Tommy . . . . . Really, why are you here?"

"Because . . . . . I feel really bad about what happened in the hospital. And I know you're avoiding me, so I figured the best shot I had at getting you to even give me the time of day, was to come surprise you . . . We really need to talk Kimberly. Please . . . Its been 4 years . . ."

"So you just flew out here . . ."

"You're refused to talk to me for 4 years."

"Its not what you think . . . Its complicated."

"So explain it to me."

" . . . . . I . . . . . I can't . . . . ."

"Kimberly, come on . . .. .Don't you think I deserve some kind of explanation of why the love of my life ran out on me?"

"I didn't run out . . . Its just . . . . . Complicated."

"I don't see how it can be? One minute we're happy and making love . . . And then the next, you leave me heart broken and devastated in a letter . . . . .Kimberly, that's not like you!"

"Things change Tommy."

"Kimberly, please . . . . .I know you better than anyone else. And I know you loved me . . . So please . . . . . Explain what's so complicated about it."

"You wouldn't understand . . ."

"Try me."

"Tommy . . . . . . ." Tommy just looked at her, waiting for an answer. Ok . . . . . I'll try to make this easier on you . . . . ."

"Kim . . . Did you love me when we were together?"

"You know I did."

"Do you love me now?"

" . . . You'll always have a special place in my life . . ."

"Kimberly . . . That's not an answer."

"Tommy . . . . . I can't give you what you want . . ."

"Kimberly, the only thing I want, is to understand what happened to us . . ."

"Why did you cut your hair?" Kimberly asked changing the subject.

"I donated it to charity . . .My brother has Leukemia . . .But you're not changing the subject."

Oh . . .I'm sorry . . ."

"Kimberly, come on . . . We were happy together . . . What happened?"

"Its complicated . . . . . You wouldn't understand it . . . . . . "

"So explain it to me . . . I want to understand. Especially if it means winning you back . . ."

" . . . Are you trying to make me cry on my birthday?"

"No. That's the last thing I want . . . But I really want you back, and if this is how to get it, then I"m sorry, but I have to try whatever I can."

"This isn't fair . . ."

"I'm sorry Sweetie. I'd make it better, if you'd let me . . ."

"Nothing can make it better . . . Trust me . . . No matter what we do, it will always be there . . ."

"So tell me."

" . . . . . Tommy . . . . ."

"We can go somewhere private, if it will help." Tommy offered as Kimberly sighed.

" . . . . . How long are you here?"

"2 weeks."

"Why so long?"

"Because I wasn't sure how long it would take to convince you that I love you."

"You wouldn't love me if you knew . . ."

"Try me . . ."

"Its bad."

"Then I'll probably love you even more . . ."

"I doubt it . . ."

"Kimberly, come on . . . If you tell me, I'll give you're your present."

"What present?"

"I'll tell when you do."

"You really haven't changed, have you?"

"Nope! Still stubborn as ever!" Tommy said proudly.

"That you are!"

"So . . .Should we go somewhere private? Or would you rather tell me here?" Kimberly sighed again as she looked at Tommy .

"Any hope of you giving up?"

"On you? No!"

" . . . . Great . . . . ."

"We've always believed we were meant to be . . . I'm just trying to get you to believe it again."

"But why?"

"Because I love you! Because I've always loved you! Even when I tried not to! . . . . . Every time I touched Kat, I wished it was you . . . You're the only girl in the world for me, and even thought it took me a while to realize that, I want you back . . . I want you in my life again. Right where you've always belonged."

"But why? Why do you want to be with me?"

"Because I love you. Or is that no longer enough?"

"You think it would be, but it just isn't. I'm sorry."

"Then tell me what to do."

"I don't know . . ."

"Ok, then answer this . . . . . You said you loved me before . . . But what about now? If I tried to kiss you, wold you let me?"

"Tommy, don't do this."

"Don't do what? Don't love you? Don't want to be with you? . . . . . . Kimberly, how can I not? You're in my heart! And its exactly where I want you to be! He said pleadingly. "I can't just tell my heart not to love you. It doesn't work like that! . . . . . I love you Kimberly! And I know that deep down, you love me too."

"What I feel, doesn't matter. I can't be what you want me to. Not anymore . . ."

"So then just be you Kimberly. Be the beautiful confident girl I fell in love with."

"I'm not that girl anymore Tommy. Things change."

"Well then explain it to me, because I don't get it. All I know is that I love you, and I want to be with you, just like we always planned."

"Its not that simple."

"You love me, right?"

"Its not the same . . . . ."

"Of course not! We're not 17 anymore!"

"Tommy, don't do this . . . . ." Kimberly said softly, turning away from him to look back out over the city.

"Kimberly . . . . ." Tommy said softly, as he gently laid his hands on her shoulders. "I know its been a really long time. And I know that a lot has happened. Especially this thing with you . . . . .I've begged Jason and Trini to tell me, but they won't . . .They keep saying that you need to be the one to tell me . . . . . So talk to me Kim . . . Please!"

"Tommy . . . ."

"You can tell me anything. You know that!"

"Its just . . . . . Its complicated . . . . ."

"Wold it be easier if we talked somewhere else?"

" . . . Probably . . ."

"Ok . . . . . Are you hungry?"

"No . . . . . My mom already tried to make me eat."

"Ok . . . . . Well is there somewhere you would like to go?"

"I don't know . . . . . I just feel like going home . . . . ."

"How far is home?"

"A few blocks . . ." she said with a sigh. "Can you walk that far?"

"I think so . . . Just don't tell my parents."

"Shouldn't you have a wheelchair?"

"I stashed it in the garage where AnneMarie and David couldn't find it."

"Tommy . . . . ."

"Please don't lecture me. I'm never going to recover if I don't try!"

"You're never going to recover if you kill yourself trying either!"

"I'm fine!"

"Ok, whatever, I don't feel like arguing with you."

"Good! So shall we go?"

"I guess . . ." Kimberly said softly. "Are you sure you can make it?"

"I'm positive! You worry too much!"

"I just don't want to be the cause of any more problems for you."

"Kimberly, don't say that." Tommy said as he reached for the cane he had leaned against a railing. "I don't like you putting yourself down. That's not the Kimberly I know and love."

" . . . . . . Kim, I'm so sorry . . . . . This must be so hard for you. Maybe I should have given you some kind of warning."

"No, its fine . . . . . I've had 4 years to get over it . . . . . Its about time I talk . . . . . . . . . But not here . . . . . I'd rather be home."

"Then let's go. Whatever makes you more comfortable." Kimberly gave him a half smile, then moved toward the elevator and pushed the button, as Tommy slowly followed behind her. "In case I forgot to tell you . . . You look really beautiful tonight."

"Thank you . . ." Kimberly said softly as they entered the elevator. "I'm glad you approve." The elevator ride was silent, as well as the first part of the walk home. "Um . . . How are your knees?" Kimberly finally asked.

"They're ok. I smashed them pretty good though."

"I remember . . .Are you in a lot of pain?"

"No, I'm ok. Its not to bad, and I've got a lot of pain killers, that I've learned to take."

"So recovery isn't too bad then?"

"Nope! The resting part sucks, but I'm dealing."

"You've never liked to sit back and do nothing."

"Well having a brother hounding you tends to help . . . And AnneMarie has been great too. I'm really lucky!"

"How is AnneMarie?"

"She's good! It's a little weird for her to live with two grown boys, but she seems to like it. We keep her active, and she keeps us entertained."

"What about your brother?"

"David . . . He's a complete nut case! He's had Leukemia for about 15 years, but he's never once let it get him down. Even when he lost his hair, he was still the boss big brother he's always been."

"David lost his hair? . . . He had really long hair when I saw him at the hospital."

:He's been undergoing chemo therapy for about year now . . . When his hair started to fall out, I cut off all mine, and donated it to charity. But we just recently cut his. David loves having long hair, so we waited as long as we could, to cut it off, before he donated it too."

"That is awfully nice of you both."

"It's the least we could do . . . David has been fighting for a long time, and we wanted to do something to help others in the same situation."

"Well I'm sure they appreciate it."

"They do . . . It feels good to help people, you know? . . . AnneMarie even donated her hair with David. She didn't want to, but she said that it was something she had to do."

"Wow! AnneMarie had gorgeous hair! I can't believe she cut it!"

"Neither could we! She cried when she did, but for as sad as she was, AnneMarie is really happy with her decision. Plus, it helps knowing that its only hair, and it will grow back."

"That's really cool of you guys."

"We thought so. Its kind of a family thing now. We've got pictures of all of us after donating our hair, and of course my mom has them up at her house. So its definitely something to be proud of."

"Its funny, I feel jealous . . .You three really did something great."

"You've done great things too. For me, it was more of a support thing for my brother. It wasn't fair for him to have to lose his hair, and then see mine all the time. So I gave it up to make myself feel better. Then AnneMarie suddenly decided to cut her's at the last second. Its just an act of love toward our brother."

"Well I think its Awesome!"

"Thank you! Its weird though, the lady that cut David and AnneMarie's hair called the newspaper. So then we ended up being role models by accident . . . . You should see AnneMarie though. I loved her hair, but she looks so good with it short! I never thought I'd like it!"

"You don't have a picture, do you?"

""Of course I do! My mom made sure we all had copies for our wallets." Tommy said as they reached a villa. Kimberly opened the door and led Tommy inside to the elevator. "Here . . . You can have this one . . ." Tommy said handing Kimberly a picture, as they waited for the elevator.

"You guys look great! And AnneMarie . . . . . She's beautiful! I'm jealous!"

"Don't be. You're beautiful too Kimberly."

"Its funny though . . . If I didn't know better, I'd be really jealous!"

"I love my little sister! And I'm so lucky to have her, because I would never have survived these last few years, on my own." Tommy said as the elevator doors opened for them to enter.

"Miss Kimberly!" a maid said in a surprised voice. "I did not expect you back so early!"

"Yes, um . . ."

"Will you be going out again soon?" she asked in broken English.

Tommy stood quietly as Kimberly spoke to the maid in french, then turned to Tommy with a smile.

"My parents are gone. We can talk in my room . . . Did you want some food or anything? Elisa can bring up some dinner, if you're hungry."

"No thanks, I'm fine." Tommy answered. Kimberly turned back to the maid, briefly giving her instructions, then watched as she left the room.

"All set!" she smiled. "Can you climb stairs?"

"As long as I'm careful."

"Good! Follow me!" Kimberly instructed, as she headed through the house.

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