The Story Of Black White and Yellow
A fight for the Yellow Ranger

Note: This is a challenge issued to me by Kira Oliver

One love by two, that's how it began. Two shared the love for one girl. She didn't believe it at first, it didn't seem possible. Now before her eyes they were willing to kill each other to have her. Her eyes stung with tears as she watched them begin their battle, no matter what her words were, they fell on deaf ears.

Kira Ford watched as Dr. Thomas Oliver and Trent Mercer powered up into Ranger form for what would be the last time. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She couldn't choose, it didn't matter that they were now going to fight she didn't know what to do. She could bear that this was about her; she tried once more in vain to stop the madness.

"Tommy! Trent! Stop this!" she begged, getting in between them as best she could.

"No Kira, this has gone on for way too long," Trent said, icily, and Tommy gave one sharp nod to the other mans statement.

"Lets do this," the older man hissed, more than willing to fight for the younger woman who he had fallen for long ago. Kira let out a groan and rolled her eyes, she sprinted away from the battle, seeking help.

After finding Ethan they returned to the scene of the fight. Tommy and Trent were matched with skills; Trent was younger and didn't have the battle scars that Tommy had acquired over the years. Trent remembered from his evil days, all the weak spots Tommy had, and used them to his advantage. He lashed out with his foot and hit Tommy's knee, Kira watched in horror as Tommy's eyes bulged and he fell hard. Then Trent's next blow landed hard on Tommy's shoulder. Rage raced through Kira and she finally had enough. She raced over to them and effortlessly blocked his next blow, keeping her grip on his wrist she held hard.

"ENOUGH!" she screamed, and with all her strength shoved him back causing him to land on the ground on his back, hard, she swore she could hear his head connect with the Earth. "I can't take this! Trent you are just as bad you were when you were evil and Tommy you're instigating things. You guys are being childish! If you want me be adults about this! God! Ethan make sure Tommy's ok, I'm going home!" Kira raged and stormed back to her house.

Day's later Kira was sitting on her bed, strumming her guitar when she heard a knock on the front door. From downstairs her mother, Helena, called out.

"Kira, its Dr. Oliver!" Then there was a pause, "Correction, honey, its Tommy," Kira rolled her eyes and set down her guitar, leaving her room she paused at the top of the stairs and felt like melting.

Tommy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a handful of yellow flowers. Kira smiled as she headed down and he held the flowers out to her. She accepted and found a vase sitting on a table waiting, filled with water. She shook her head at her mother and set the flowers inside, she carried it up the stairs and waved him up with her. He paused for a second and then followed Kira up to her room. She set the flowers on the nightstand beside her bed and gingerly touched a petal of one of them.

"So, is that an apology?" she asked, he shook his head and sat on her bed as she stood in front of him, arms crossed.

"Nope," he replied sincerely, "Just the icing on the cake, I don't apologize with items, I use my words for that," Kira smiled and tilted her head, waiting. "I'm sorry Kira, for acting like a jerk and fighting with Trent. I just couldn't stand the thought of not having you in my life, him having you, and not letting you know that I love you," he said, and pulled Kira to him, and buried his face into her neck. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Well Doctor Oliver," she began, pulling him out of the crook of her neck and smiled brilliantly at him, "That was the best apology I've heard, ever," he laughed and they shared a quick, happy kiss.

"Well, I try," he laughed again and this time she joined him, "What about Trent?" he asked, this time Kira laughed alone.

"He called, and I told him that what I had for him was...a high school crush. With you, for you, I know its real," Tommy smiled at her and kissed her again.

"It is," he confirmed and held her again as the scent of the flowers he had given her wafted into the room, carried on a soft, gentle breeze.