Disclaimer: Still Saban's sandbox. I just play here because it's fun.
Author's Note: This is really my way of keeping myself sane during finals without screwing up Conversations. Consider this also my apology for the lull in that fic. Short, sweet, pov fics. The title is based off of a movie that I've never seen, but liked the title of. I plan to do one for each male ranger with his respective female counterpart of my choosing. We're starting with Tommy.
Acknowledgement: This one is for Ozymandayus b/c he has a long time to wait for his fav couple in other things I have in the works.
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There are things you can tell just by looking at her. Before Kimberly Hart does or says anything, there are things you just know. Like the fact that you've never met anyone quite like her, and never will again. She's an original, just like those clothes she wants to design.
I can still remember the first time I ever saw her, right down to the exact moment she walked into the room and smiled. Magic. She smiled, and somehow she was smiling for the entire world and just me all at the same time. I didn't even know her, and she was smiling for me. No one else smiles like that.
Watch her long enough, and she starts to infect you. She believes in people, so you believe in people too, even yourself. When Kim looks your way you don't just want to be Superman. You *are* Superman, and you can do anything. You stand straighter. You fight better. You can leap tall buildings, and even make it to class on time.
My life completely changed when I came to Angel Grove, and I'm not really talking about being a Power Ranger, although obviously that's not exactly something I get to separate out. Still, it was more ordinary and more extraordinary than that all at the same time.
Before coming here, I got used to living my life a certain way. I didn't connect to people, didn't rely on anyone else besides myself because in the end I was the only person I could really trust to be there. It wasn't such a bad way to live, at least that's what I told myself, and I was prepared to get through high school that way --- no real friends, but then no real disappointments either.
Enter Kimberly Hart.
First day I see her she's meeting up with her friends. I get to honestly say they're my friends now, but of course they weren't then. They were just this group of teenagers sitting at a table, like every other group of teenagers I'd never been a part of. Then Kim walks over, and she throws her arm around one them. It might have been Jason or Billy or Zach . . . I don't really remember, not that it matters. The moment she did that the group transformed, like they'd just been waiting for their missing piece, like Kim was the on-switch. They were closer, livelier, stronger than any group I'd ever seen, and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be a part of that, wanted to be the one she threw her arm around, or stole a french-fry from. Within three minutes of seeing her Kim had turned my world upside down.
Then six years later, she does it again.
I'm not going to lie to you and tell you I was happy to hear from her. I'm not going to tell you that I wasn't. Honestly, I didn't know what I felt.
What are you supposed to feel when a part of your past, which although you never really let go of, you had sort of resigned yourself to it being that way, slams directly into your present? Especially when your present, isn't that bad? Anger, hope, apprehension, excitement? I think I felt all those things and probably dozen others.
I wasn't in a great place, but I was in a good one. About six-months before, Kat and I had done what she calls parting on good terms, I call it finding out that some love just isn't strong enough to survive an ocean, time-differences, and phone bills that cost more than eating. Did I love her? Yes. Did I die a little inside when we broke up? No. I sparred with Jason. I hung out with Rocky. I called up Adam. I reminded myself of everything I still had.
I had my friends, my racing, my family, a future. Over all, the balance came out in my favor. I wasn't looking for more. It always happens when you're not looking, doesn't it?
You pick up the phone, on a day that starts out just like any other ordinary, not particularly significant day. You pick it up, you say hello, and you expect to hear your parents, or your friends, or at worst some incredibly obnoxious telemarketer. What you do not expect to hear is a slightly nervous, all too familiar, voice say your name in a way that it's never been said before.
Bam, thank you, flat on your ass while you're still standing up.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting in some restaurant that's nicer than what I usually go to looking around anxiously for a glimpse of her, all the while plotting Jason's death for not at least giving me a clue that she was back in town. I don't give a damn if she wanted to tell me herself, there are just some things you don't keep from your best-bro, especially if you want to live.
I ordered a soda. I don't drink soda, but the waiter was standing there asking me if I wanted anything to drink, and water . . . too completely normal for my completely abnormal day. The soda came before she did.
Okay, so I was fifteen minutes early. I was shooting for a half-an-hour, so technically I was still late. I just wanted to be there first. Maybe because I was anxious to see her, maybe because I wanted to scope out the nearest exit before she got here, maybe because I was afraid my knees would go out when I saw I her again, so sitting down seemed a better option.
No matter what the reason, in the end it was worth it because now I have second picture perfect memory of her walking into the room. Time stopped, I swear time stopped. She scanned the room, shifting slightly so that her profile is surrounded by the sunlight coming through the windows, like a halo. Then she found me. I must have smiled because after a flash of nervousness she returned it. Magic.
This time Kim wasn't smiling for the whole world, just me and that was ten times better. After signaling to the host that she had found her party, she started to make her way over, and suddenly I realized that despite all of my preparation against having my knees give, I had forgotten about standing and pulling out her chair for her. There are just things you forget when you haven't been out on an actual physical date in a little over a year.
And it wasn't a date. Although I'm a little fuzzy on the details, I definitely remember that once she sat down it was very undate-like. Awkward and tense, we tried for a short while to pretend that we could act like two old friends who had dropped out of touch. By the time the main course came, we'd given up on that and moved into a very painful discussion of everything we had left unfinished. With dessert came not understanding, but . . . I don't know . . . some sort of truce. We'd see each other at gatherings, and around town, but I wasn't going to be the first person on her speed dial, and she wouldn't be the one I called with news of my latest win.
At least that was the plan. I think some how when I passed on the Ranger powers. I also passed on all of my abilities to make any plan I made succeed. How else do you explain the fact that I could defeat monsters, but couldn't make something as simple as this work?
Crash and burn. The plan crashed and burned. I kept seeing her everywhere. Okay so maybe I started to suggest to Jason that we stop by the coffee shop that she frequented, a little more than I used to, and maybe she suddenly seemed to always have the yoga class right before the advanced class I taught at Jason's athletic center. Angel Grove is not a large town, things happen, and they lead to larger things happening.
Until one day you wake up and you're in love all over again.
In the end, I'm pretty sure the plan never stood a chance. No matter how many tense moments we had over the first few months, or how much she hurt me with that letter, I think the moment she walked into the restaurant I knew. I knew that I wouldn't have to kill Jason. I knew that this time it was going to be amazing --- fresh and new, and comfortable and old. I knew that eventually it would all lead up to this moment, standing here waiting for the doors to open, waiting to make another perfect memory of Kim entering a room and changing my life forever, and hoping desperately that my knees don't give out as she walks down the aisle. Maybe I even knew it the first time I ever saw her.
After all there are some things you can tell just by looking at her.
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Thanks for reading.
Comments, criticism, and suggestions appreciated as always.
Author's Note: This is really my way of keeping myself sane during finals without screwing up Conversations. Consider this also my apology for the lull in that fic. Short, sweet, pov fics. The title is based off of a movie that I've never seen, but liked the title of. I plan to do one for each male ranger with his respective female counterpart of my choosing. We're starting with Tommy.
Acknowledgement: This one is for Ozymandayus b/c he has a long time to wait for his fav couple in other things I have in the works.
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There are things you can tell just by looking at her. Before Kimberly Hart does or says anything, there are things you just know. Like the fact that you've never met anyone quite like her, and never will again. She's an original, just like those clothes she wants to design.
I can still remember the first time I ever saw her, right down to the exact moment she walked into the room and smiled. Magic. She smiled, and somehow she was smiling for the entire world and just me all at the same time. I didn't even know her, and she was smiling for me. No one else smiles like that.
Watch her long enough, and she starts to infect you. She believes in people, so you believe in people too, even yourself. When Kim looks your way you don't just want to be Superman. You *are* Superman, and you can do anything. You stand straighter. You fight better. You can leap tall buildings, and even make it to class on time.
My life completely changed when I came to Angel Grove, and I'm not really talking about being a Power Ranger, although obviously that's not exactly something I get to separate out. Still, it was more ordinary and more extraordinary than that all at the same time.
Before coming here, I got used to living my life a certain way. I didn't connect to people, didn't rely on anyone else besides myself because in the end I was the only person I could really trust to be there. It wasn't such a bad way to live, at least that's what I told myself, and I was prepared to get through high school that way --- no real friends, but then no real disappointments either.
Enter Kimberly Hart.
First day I see her she's meeting up with her friends. I get to honestly say they're my friends now, but of course they weren't then. They were just this group of teenagers sitting at a table, like every other group of teenagers I'd never been a part of. Then Kim walks over, and she throws her arm around one them. It might have been Jason or Billy or Zach . . . I don't really remember, not that it matters. The moment she did that the group transformed, like they'd just been waiting for their missing piece, like Kim was the on-switch. They were closer, livelier, stronger than any group I'd ever seen, and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be a part of that, wanted to be the one she threw her arm around, or stole a french-fry from. Within three minutes of seeing her Kim had turned my world upside down.
Then six years later, she does it again.
I'm not going to lie to you and tell you I was happy to hear from her. I'm not going to tell you that I wasn't. Honestly, I didn't know what I felt.
What are you supposed to feel when a part of your past, which although you never really let go of, you had sort of resigned yourself to it being that way, slams directly into your present? Especially when your present, isn't that bad? Anger, hope, apprehension, excitement? I think I felt all those things and probably dozen others.
I wasn't in a great place, but I was in a good one. About six-months before, Kat and I had done what she calls parting on good terms, I call it finding out that some love just isn't strong enough to survive an ocean, time-differences, and phone bills that cost more than eating. Did I love her? Yes. Did I die a little inside when we broke up? No. I sparred with Jason. I hung out with Rocky. I called up Adam. I reminded myself of everything I still had.
I had my friends, my racing, my family, a future. Over all, the balance came out in my favor. I wasn't looking for more. It always happens when you're not looking, doesn't it?
You pick up the phone, on a day that starts out just like any other ordinary, not particularly significant day. You pick it up, you say hello, and you expect to hear your parents, or your friends, or at worst some incredibly obnoxious telemarketer. What you do not expect to hear is a slightly nervous, all too familiar, voice say your name in a way that it's never been said before.
Bam, thank you, flat on your ass while you're still standing up.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting in some restaurant that's nicer than what I usually go to looking around anxiously for a glimpse of her, all the while plotting Jason's death for not at least giving me a clue that she was back in town. I don't give a damn if she wanted to tell me herself, there are just some things you don't keep from your best-bro, especially if you want to live.
I ordered a soda. I don't drink soda, but the waiter was standing there asking me if I wanted anything to drink, and water . . . too completely normal for my completely abnormal day. The soda came before she did.
Okay, so I was fifteen minutes early. I was shooting for a half-an-hour, so technically I was still late. I just wanted to be there first. Maybe because I was anxious to see her, maybe because I wanted to scope out the nearest exit before she got here, maybe because I was afraid my knees would go out when I saw I her again, so sitting down seemed a better option.
No matter what the reason, in the end it was worth it because now I have second picture perfect memory of her walking into the room. Time stopped, I swear time stopped. She scanned the room, shifting slightly so that her profile is surrounded by the sunlight coming through the windows, like a halo. Then she found me. I must have smiled because after a flash of nervousness she returned it. Magic.
This time Kim wasn't smiling for the whole world, just me and that was ten times better. After signaling to the host that she had found her party, she started to make her way over, and suddenly I realized that despite all of my preparation against having my knees give, I had forgotten about standing and pulling out her chair for her. There are just things you forget when you haven't been out on an actual physical date in a little over a year.
And it wasn't a date. Although I'm a little fuzzy on the details, I definitely remember that once she sat down it was very undate-like. Awkward and tense, we tried for a short while to pretend that we could act like two old friends who had dropped out of touch. By the time the main course came, we'd given up on that and moved into a very painful discussion of everything we had left unfinished. With dessert came not understanding, but . . . I don't know . . . some sort of truce. We'd see each other at gatherings, and around town, but I wasn't going to be the first person on her speed dial, and she wouldn't be the one I called with news of my latest win.
At least that was the plan. I think some how when I passed on the Ranger powers. I also passed on all of my abilities to make any plan I made succeed. How else do you explain the fact that I could defeat monsters, but couldn't make something as simple as this work?
Crash and burn. The plan crashed and burned. I kept seeing her everywhere. Okay so maybe I started to suggest to Jason that we stop by the coffee shop that she frequented, a little more than I used to, and maybe she suddenly seemed to always have the yoga class right before the advanced class I taught at Jason's athletic center. Angel Grove is not a large town, things happen, and they lead to larger things happening.
Until one day you wake up and you're in love all over again.
In the end, I'm pretty sure the plan never stood a chance. No matter how many tense moments we had over the first few months, or how much she hurt me with that letter, I think the moment she walked into the restaurant I knew. I knew that I wouldn't have to kill Jason. I knew that this time it was going to be amazing --- fresh and new, and comfortable and old. I knew that eventually it would all lead up to this moment, standing here waiting for the doors to open, waiting to make another perfect memory of Kim entering a room and changing my life forever, and hoping desperately that my knees don't give out as she walks down the aisle. Maybe I even knew it the first time I ever saw her.
After all there are some things you can tell just by looking at her.
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Thanks for reading.
Comments, criticism, and suggestions appreciated as always.