Disclaimer: Well this is a little repetitive and mundane but here goes: I don't own anything, nothing to do with Power Rangers anyway.

A/N: Don't hate me after you read this.

Shit! Tommy was panicked and did the only thing that he could think to do; he stepped on the gas and hit the horn as hard as he could. That was enough to scare the creep off, which really speaks volumes about the sad state of today's criminals.

Tommy stopped the car and ran towards Kira's huddled form, "Kira?" carefully, he sat and pulled her into his lap. "Kira, Honey? Answer me damnit!" Tears slowly began to slide out of the corners of her eyes. "Oh thank God."

"Tommy?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked angrily through tears of his own, "I could have lost you and then what would I do? Huh Sweetheart? What then?"

"Tommy," her voice cut through the haze in his mind, "I wanna go home."

"Okay Sweetheart." Her head was still rested on his shoulder. "Should I call your parents and let them know we're coming?"

"No Tommy I didn't mean my home, I meant yours."

She's your student and she's under eighteen, that's ILLEGAL! "Sure Sweetheart, but what about your parents?"

"They aren't there just please... Please."

"Shh, Baby shh. Come on Sweetheart." he said as he lifted her into the passenger seat.

"She gave a small, sad laugh, "I'm not an invalid you know."

"Get some rest Kira, it's late." he said, smoothing down her hair a bit before starting the car and driving towards his house. Within moments he heard her breathing even out and she began to snore softly beside him.

It took a bit longer to get back now that he was following the speed limit, but they made it. "Kira, Sweetheart? Wakes up we're here. Come on let's get you ready for bed."

With a chuckle Kira opened her eyes, "Okay Mother."

Tommy had to laugh a bit at the irony of it; there was absolutely nothing maternal about Tommy's thoughts toward Kira. "Don't make me carry you." he teased but her expression grew serious.

"I don't know about you but I kind of liked it." Oh God so did I, Tommy thought, remembering how soft she had felt in his arms. While he's been thinking she'd gotten out of the car and was standing stiffly on his front porch.

"Come on I'll show you the guest room." Turning to look at her he got his first good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a black leather, corset like, lace-up contraption that was fringed in yellow lace. She wore a black miniskirt with fishnet stockings, they had a few holes in them that Tommy was willing to guess were new and there was dirt on her knees. Overall she looked sexy as hell. The only show of real distress came from the marks where her mascara has run because of the tears. "Come on Sweetheart." he said, trying desperately to put his lust in check as he led her down the hall.

They stopped in his room to find her some P.J's. Well this room hasn't changed much in the last month, Kira thought, as she watched him root through his dresser. Pity, he really should mix up the whole monochrome look a bit.

"Here." he said roughly, shoving the clothes at her before practically jogging off to the spare bedroom. By the time she caught up he had flipped the lights. "Bedroom." he said with a sweeping gesture. "Bathroom." he pointed towards one of the closed doors. "If you need anything..."

All of a sudden he was only centimeters away. He kissed her gently on the forehead and then made his way to the door. "Good night Sweetheart." he whispered and then he was gone. And Kira was able to let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.

Atleast we're under the same roof, right? With that she changed into his clothes and crawled between his sheets.

The clock says 4:00 a.m. but that can't be right, Tommy thought as he lumbered towards the kitchen. "Sweetheart?"

"Oh sorry Dr.O, did I wake you?"

"Kira just call me Tommy, okay?"

"Sure." A small smile graced her lips, "But my question still stands; did I wake you?"

"No, the smell did. Is that brownies?"

"Yeah, I hope you weren't saving that mix for a special occasion."

"No actually I'd forgotten all about it." he sat down on the kitchen stool next to hers as she cut him a big brownie and handed it to him on a napkin. "Um, Sweetheart?" Why does it feel so natural to call her that?

"Yeah?"

"Why are you making me brownies?"

"Because I was hungry."

"Why aren't you asleep Kira"

"I was, but then I woke up with a craving for chocolate, went snooping around your pantry and here we are."

"If you say so Sweetheart." he responded lamely, biting off another chunk of brownie.

"Am I?" she asked quietly.

"Are you what?" he asked (It's for a.m. he's been up damn near all night, so what if he's a little out of it.)

"Am I your sweetheart?"

He swallowed hard as his gaze swung to hers. "Kira I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"A yes of no will do it because a month ago you were tossing me out on my fucking ass and now four weeks later, we're standing at your kitchen counter eating brownies. So as you can tell, I'm a little los-"

Tommy caught her lips with his own and gently teased them open. She opened her mouth eagerly accepting his gentle strokes and responding with a few of her own. A low moan escaped her lips as they separated.

"Yeah, I missed that too."

"Join the club." Tommy rasped, trying to regain control.

"But that's not all I missed," admitted Kira, "I was wrong, this isn't just sex. I care about you and you care about me too, otherwise you wouldn't have showed up tonight. Right?"

"Wrong Sweetheart." It had only just hit him after entering his kitchen and finding her there. It seemed so natural that she be there, in his life. He loved her and never wanted her to leave. He looked up and realized that tears were now filling up her eyes. With a chuckle he kissed them away. "I don't just care about you Kira Ford... I love you."

A/N: Okay so looking back on this it doesn't really seem all that bad. The next chapter will consist of sex, confession and freak-out, in that order. You know the drill; Review me!