Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers, but you smart people figured that out already.

Author Notes: This story was created over me and my friend making fun of psychotic crossovers and this idea popped up and snowballed into this. This is only a trail run and if you like it I already have ideas for the rest, if you don't I'll give it a nice funeral and be on my way to work on other stories. Anyway I would really appreciate feedback, mostly because this is my first PR fic and I really didn't watch much of the show after Kim left.

One girl in each generation. except for when one dies and is brought back to life during multiple occasions.

'Why won't she leave me alone?' The prey's feet pounded the ground in a continuous rhythm. Each tree limb was pushed out of the way and peach colored benches were leapt over easily. The prey took dangerous turns trying to loose its follower.

Reaching a clearing next to the moonlit lake silence prevailed; the prey did not hear the rough breathing from its predator before or the soft footfalls from its run. Wild eyes scanned across the perfectly mowed grass and the softly lapping water. The prey never heard a warning before its body was flung into the rain soaked ground. The prey flipped on to its two legs to see the small form of its predator.

Predator smiled and the fight ensued. Each kick Prey threw was skillfully blocked and dodged by the 5'3" predator. Every punch was countered leaving the prey in growing pain, until the predator grew tired and dropped to the ground sweeping the prey's legs from under it. Predator sent the sharpen projectile at the chest of the prey. 'You can't go anywhere in California anymore.' And with the thought Prey deteriorated into nothing but dust blowing in the wind.

Predator stood brushing the caramel shoulder length hair away from her face. A digital version of 'Ode to Joy' escaped the pocket of her baby pink hoddie.

"Hello." Pause. "Hi Nigel, what you need?" Pause. "Why's Rocky visiting?" Pause. "Ok, ok. I'll be there in fifteen." Pause. "Yes I'll bring hoggies."

Kimberly the Vampire Slayer

Kimberly Ann Hart stepped into the two bedroom apartment to see three people sitting around the living room eating popcorn: Rocky Desantos, Aisha Campbell, and Nigel Darcy; London born 38 year old breaded red head. "What are you two doing here?"

"I'm hurt," Rocky grabbed his chest as if fatally wounded, "being treated like scum by one of my favorite girls."

"Rocky, you're one of my favorite kinds of scum. I just didn't know anyone knew I was in Angel Grove, let alone knew where I was staying." She dropped the greasy white paper bag in front of the human garbage disposal.

"Well," a highly London accented voice spoke, "It appears young Miss Campbell here works part time at one those travel agencies here, and while helping a friend test out one of his computer programs," the two girls locked eyes and Kim mouthed 'Billy?' Aisha just nodded. "She discovered your name on a few of the rental documents."

"Oh." The beautiful nineteen year old black girl's face, although normally smiling, was pulled into a slight scowl.

"You think that if one of my best friends returned home I would at least get a phone call or something."

"I'm sorry Aisha, but I just got here this morning, and it was a bit of a spur of the moment thing."

"Really?"

"Trust me Sha, if I knew I was going to be here a week ago, you would've been one of the first people to know."

"Oh in that case." Aisha leapt over to the shorter woman, and the two hugged squealing about how good it was to see each other.

Rocky, once finished with his sandwich, picked up Kim and spun her around. "Desantos, you put me down," she was able to yell between laughs.

Once firmly on the ground she fell against the couch, "So what have you two been doing?"

"School and work, mostly," Aisha said, "Still trying to be a zoologist."

"That's great Sha." Rocky leaned over across Kim, grabbing an open bag of Salt and Vinegar Chips. "Me, Jason, and Tommy," he spoke between bites of the salty mess, "are opening up our dojo, grand opening in two weeks."

Kim's smile strained on Tommy's name but no one seemed to of noticed. "That's wonderful Rocky. I really miss those guys."

"Great," Her head shot up as Rocky continued to run his mouth, "then you won't mind the whole gang being her tomorrow night."

"WHAT!?" Nigel and Kim both seemed to stop breathing after their little spout of surprise. "Here?" Rocky nodded. "Why?" He shrugged, as Aisha mumbled something about boys being dropped on their head as a baby. Rocky seemed to look around at the two hyperventilating humans.

"Well, I'm sure we can reschedule if it's not ok with you and your boyfriend." Kim reeled back as if physically hit.

"Boyfriend?" Brown eyes turned to the gray eyes of a man eighteen years her senior. "Nigel," she said with grotesque emphasize, "is far from being a boyfriend."

"Oh, so what is he?" As Rocky talked Aisha seemed to be busy slamming her open palm onto her forehead, muttering something about shooting apes.

"He's a business partner," Kim said, "Of sorts."

"Business partner?" Aisha's eyebrow shot up. "What business are you in?" Kimberly smiled at her long time friend.

"Oh you know the usual. Helping people."

"Well," Aisha stood dragging Rocky with her, "it's late. Better let you sleep. You will be here tomorrow, right?"

"Of course."

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Next Day 7:42 pm

"Ok, Aisha said they were coming at eight. She's bringing everything, so we just have to be here." Kimberly looked at Nigel, and then slumped into the cushion of an overstuff chair. "I don't think I can do this."

"Do what?" He asked adjusting the knot on his orange and blue striped tie. Kim gave him a look that said I-can-not-believe-I'm-stuck-with-someone- so-fashion-deficient.

"Take the tie of Darcy; this isn't a meeting with the council." She picked up a dark blue pillow and started tossing it up in the air. Nigel watched as the pillow met airspace four times in a row before he questioned her again. Sighing she replied, "I can't face Tommy and Kat."

Sitting down in front of her he looked up into her face, "I'm sorry Kim. I know the letter hurt."

Dingdong

"I'll get it, Nigel," she said getting up and walking towards the front door. Stopping at the half wall, separating the hallway from the living room, she turned towards him inquiring, "We did hide all the." He interrupted her with a nod and she proceeded to the door. She opened the door to reveal three beautiful women; one of Asian descent and two of African.

Trini, the first at the door, quickly handed her a pile of movies and stepped into the heated apartment. She was swiftly followed by Tanya and Aisha who were muttering something along the lines of, "Its Southern California and its fifty degrees and raining." Once the three threw their coats in the hall closet they ran into the living room, joining Nigel in his quest for an unbroken chip.

Before entering, Trini grabbed Kim and pulled her to the side with her patent concern face in place. "Are you ok, Kim?"

"I'm fine Trin. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because the man you've loved from the moment you saw him is about to walk through that door, possibly with Kat. And after the letter incident." Kim promptly cut her off.

"Trini, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl." The yellow rangers hand landed on the shorter girl's shoulder.

"Are you sure?" The two shared equally worried expressions, before Kim replaced hers with determination and went into the living room.

"Yeah, besides its just one night, I'll survive." With a sigh Trini shook her head and followed.

A half hour later the room held ten rangers and one British native. Two pink rangers avoided each other like the plague (cliché) and as the door bell rang for the fifth time that night, Aisha was told by Kim to get the door as her and Tanya were setting up the new DVD player. "You're late Tommy."