Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Power Rangers, they are owned by Saban Entertainment. However, Kevin and Brian are my creations.

Well, now, let us see where our lovely little neighbor Kimberly is right now. It had been so long, or so it seems, since they started this little expedition along side with her boyfriend Tommy. Along the way, they ran into two rather odd individuals. One was Brian, a shy boy with a nervous disposition where Kimberly immediately took a liking with. He just needed to warm up a little then he will gain friends, then there was the suspicious Kevin, a perverted teenager whose laid eyes on Kimberly's rear end rather than her face. Quite a situation

A pile of fresh paper lay before her. All was needed were ten pages. Ten simple pages and this will be all over. Hours have been spent and not even one word or letter for that matter had been made. What was the hold up? Kimberly had a bundle of information. her mind was constantly running. She was quick on the trigger with her mouth as well, and yet everything was flustered. Why? Easy. Tommy. He was the problem. No matter how many times she tried to put it out, block it, erase it, he always came up. Why was it? All anything seemed to point to was back on that night, that one night. That one moment they had together. It may have been passionate or just affectionate, yet, she couldn't remember. Darn. Battling Rita and her minions was easier than homework.

"Come see a Power Ranger face her ultimate test. Battle Rita and her latest creature? No! Even worse! Exams!" she joked to herself, dunking another cookie, taking a small bite, holding the wet treat in her mouth as it slowly devolved before swallowing. Hum, these were good. Home made by Mom, she was a good cook. It was her way of stress relief, lucky her. Kimberly had insurmountable stress and the only way for it to be wore off was by defeating aliens on a constant basis.

That idea she had was good though. It was new, something that was never or rarely used. Improve on it, Kim. Improve. Two lovers. Hmmmm, make them young, teens perhaps. Yes, something to relate to. Hehe, they loved each other at first sight. Names were necessary, she already had them. Just have to commit them to paper to make sure memory wasn't erased. Must write them down, better get as much done as possible before Tommy gets here, that will make their work easier and they could spend more "free time" alone before Mom returns. Holding pen in her hand, Kim never took her beautiful eyes off from a blank sheet of paper. It's metal ring tapped on the paper's surface constantly in symphony with her low humming as her head grew heavy and was propped up with her free hand. Drat.

If a plot line could materialize in an instant, it would be gracious. Something, an idea, was just right there in arms reach, but couldn't be grasped. Two lovers, caught in a web of deceit, betrayal, and sinister ploys. Yes, that sounded intriguing. Ever think that she was just repeating herself? To further impair her vision, Kimberly was reminded that this story, ten pages of it, had to be something that Mrs. Appleby could understand. After all, she would personally read each one, and if she detected any errors, it would be a mortal wound. Boy, she was picky. Nothing could sound duplicated from other books or movies. Spicy. There was indeed spice going on, but it wasn't with Kim per say. Inside the mind of Kevin, she was there, in his filthy room.

"Oh, yes..." (really don't need to elaborate) Pleasuring himself n his seat, in front of his computer as the dim light bulb began to die out from prolonged use. It was sad for a mind such as his to go to waste. Kevin was a sorry man, whom never really did much for his life except pleasure himself off of others. This was just another one of his examples. Seeing Kimberly at the library, or rather her back end, was enough to send his world in a spiral. No matter which face he looked at, all he could see was here's. Closing his sinister eyes, he pictured her rump staring at him, beckoning to be pleasured. So he did. Pleasuring over and over, hour after hour. She still wanted more.

Don't worry, though, Kimberly was perfectly safe from a villain such as this. But she was really in a rut, and so was Tommy. At his practice, it was beginning to wind down after a lofty session.

Clothes soaked with perspiration, he sought to dry himself while sitting on a bench, far removed from the others. Dapping a towel over his brow to dry himself, his eye caught sight of Jason, his friend, walking in through the front door. Waving in greeting, Jason's massive figure approached Tommy.

"Hey, Jas" Tommy said with a smile, "What's up?"

"Naw, nothing much. I'm working with Trini on Mrs. Appleby's exam." Jason replied with a shrug.

"Oh, really? How's that going?" Tommy asked, his demeanor now began to grow concerned, thinking about Kimberly, how he left her there at the library all alone. Well, she was with that other boy, but he felt that he abandoned her. Drat. Now, she's probably swimming in trouble at that house of hers.

"Tommy, you all right?" Jason asked.

"Wha...? Oh, yes. How's your exam going?" Tommy asked, wiping his brow again.

"Good, we have seven pages done. It's about Vietnamese Culture."

Tommy nodded his head knowingly, but deep down, his mind was adrift. For all he knew, no progress had been made about their story. Dud. They had only one day left to get ten whole pages done of they were sunk. If they were sunk, there would be no attempt great enough to salvage them. Grades would be failure, then they would be held back, then everything could fall apart and Tommy wouldn't allow that to happen to Kim.

"What is yours on?" Jason asked.

"Ummm, not sure yet," dryly laughing.

Jason scoffed at his leader's feeble attempt to humor himself in this current situation, "Well, you better hurry. Not much time left."

"Right," Tommy bolted up from his seat and took off for the outside world, determined to get to Kimberly on time.

"See ya" Jason waved pathetically as he watched the green shirted Tommy disappear.

Forced to go on foot, it was a three mile hike to get to that girl's house. Sweaty, a stench hovered over Tommy as he started out at a walk, then a huff and his pace quickened going down the neat sidewalks, the cool breeze drying off his body. What was she doing? What was he doing? Where was he? All of this was thrown together and couldn't be solved in an instant. Nothing was the same anymore. Ever since becoming a Power Ranger, everything else had to take a back-seat. Even a relationship was strained due to the fact that they had to put duty of romance. It was hard. Little or no time together and even if there was, it was brief and often hazy just like the night before. Tommy couldn't or didn't want to remember what had transpired.

As he though, Kevin took action.

"Shut up!" he shouted, stomping out of his home. That was his sister he was arguing with. She was, in his mind, a worthless creature of not much common sense or usage. It was a petty argument over chores that needed to be done, his was trash but refused to take it out. he had better things to do. Lugging a hefty backpack over one shoulder, this sinister teen began to walk down the road. Little did both these boys know, but they were on a collision course. Both were out of sight as of yet, Tommy's pace was a brisk jog, Kevin at a steady walk. When a speck came from down the road, both of them didn't pay much attention. As they drew nearer, Kevin's attention wasn't focused on it, just on his fantasy that was playing over and over in his mind.

THUD

Their shoulders collided. Wasn't violent, just a simple bump that caused the lighter Kevin to recoil slightly. Tommy jerked his head left to look, "Oh, sorry" he said, not bothering to stop. Not responding orally, Kevin just glared with squinting eyes as the man began to give ground. That face, it looked familiar. Usually very good with faces and names, Kevin began to go through his list to match them up. Picturing where it could have come from, it suddenly dawned on him, that was Kimberly's boyfriend!

"Yes, that's him" he sneered. He wasn't so tough. Sure those shoulders and biceps were bigger than his whole body, but the boy felt confident that his brains and bronze could triumph over muscle. Urging to see that little angel from the library again, Kevin surmised a sinister plan, follow Tommy, find out where he's going, perhaps it will lead him to her.

"She's waiting for me," he muttered, simulating to walk away, only to swing around onto the next street and parallel Tommy's movements, never losing eye sight of him.

Tommy could sense that he was being watched, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Occasional pauses he made to look about, even spontaneous ones, turned up no results. Something wasn't right, but he could pause to delve into it. Time was dwindling away and he must get to Kimberly, no telling how much trouble she was in at this moment. Couldn't use their communicator for personal use, and lacking a cell phone, he just had to pick up the pace as her house finally came into view.

With Tommy and now Kevin gradually closing in, Kimberly had finally committed her pen to paper for some time now and was drawing up a spider web for the plot, all the while, hoping that Tommy would accept it.

"Hmmm, what about Charles? Yes, that name sounds good. It was prestigious yet common. I like that name." That would be the fourth person to be thrown into the works. Her pencil touched paper, yet stalled before making a definite mark. Darn, dreaded this very obstacle. Writer's block, an authors worst nightmare, which...is...why they call it writer's block. Darn it, Kim, think straight. You have a name, now use it! Start out simple, just put down his name.

"C...H...A...R...L...E...Y"

"There, that was easy...is that spelled right?"

Knock Knock

"Joy!" she sang, springing up from her chair. Time had finally come. Tommy was here. Rushing to the door, she immediately threw it open to see his powerful figure standing there. "Joy!" she yelled, throwing herself onto him, embarrassing his body with her long arms. Despite still damp with his own perspiration, Tommy dropped his bag and hugged her back.

"Hi, how's it going?" he asked after a long moment of silence.

"Umm, all right. I have some ideas down," she replied, releasing her hearty grip. The two went in doors, sealing out Kevin as he watched from a distance. He had what he seeked. It was her house. Great joy for him. It was growing late, the sun was setting off to the West, casting great long shadows over the suburb homes. It was eerie. Looking about him, Kevin sighted not one single person or animal on the prowl, it was completely vacant, further fueling his madness. In order to fulfill his plan, Kevin would need material at home.

"I shall return," he hissed, darting down the road like lightning.

Inside, our two lovers had set down around the table to formulate their story. "OK, Tommy, here's my idea," she then paused, cheeks turning red. Tommy had persuade her to continue, "Well, we have two lovers. Teen lovers whom are involved from first sight. Then, a third person wants to spoil this romance by throwing in a forth person into the fray to try and break it up." It sounded a little disorganized, but Tommy thought about it for a moment.

"It like it" he said, "It's better than mine."

"Really? What is yours?" Kimberly asked with a wide smile.

"Nothing"

Now that they were together at last, work began to progress, even some writing was done. Effected by her plot, Tommy began to scribble down words onto paper as Kimberly sought to get herself organized.

As he wrote, Tommy commented on seeing Jason earlier, "He says that he and Trini are nearly done with their exam already."

"Really? Wow" she commented

"Yes, wonder how ours will turn out" his voice began to grow in distress as their dead line began to grow closer and closer. It was Saturday and it was due Monday, not one single page had been completed. Need to hurry. Hurry was right, for in a blaze, Kevin stormed into his shanty, heading directly back into his room. No one was there to ask or even stop his intentions, as he set down his back, unloading it of it's contents then proceeded to refill them with unusual items for school. Included was a small can of oil taken from the garage, a large wad of rope, a roll of tape, and a lengthy piece of lead pipe. It was suspicious as to his intentions and they were further motivated when Kevin sat himself behind his computer, pulling up his email account and began to type out a message, sending them out to any of his buddies, asking them to rendezvous at a predetermined spot, (Kim's house) within just two hours. No explanation was given as to why, but deep down, Kevin was asking for reinforcements, his desire to have Kim was weekend upon seeing her boyfriend. If he really was going to take him on, Kevin was going with numbers. With preparations complete, Kevin sighed, closing up his bag before thinking to himself, did he really want to do this.

For her, anything.

Tommy now moved his seat right next to Kim's, there shoulders touched as they began to write, finally.

"A gay bluebird chirped in the crisp morning air as a light fog began to dissipate..."

It was a slow start, but it was something. Tommy wasn't always good for writing, yet today was a time of change, able to describe the landscape in perfect detail as Kim imagined it. With the man doing the writing, it left Kim free to wrap her arms around his powerful physic and rest her heavy head on his shoulder, occasionally whispering words of various resorts, some related to the story, others not so as his warm body gave her comfort as half a page was completed!