Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertainment. I do however own Sean, Brian, Marcus, and Daniel.

Brian, oh that sweet boy. Kimberly thought of him constantly. When it wasn't Tommy, it was Brian. The funeral was nice, but you already knew that. But what funeral is nice, it was always sad. Returning back to the hotel room, there was a call waiting for them. The police had at last finished up with the crime scene investigation and sealed off the premises. No one, press especially, were permitted to come within fifty yards to protect their privacy. It was an extra measure of help to ease the pain of going back to a slaughter house.

On the long ride back, Mother even threw the thought of purchasing another house for Kimberly's sake. Sitting next to her in the car, Mother wanted to ask many questions, her thoughts on moving, but could not drum up the right words. It never seemed convenient or the words improper. Just when everything seemed right, the house loomed into view. Tightening her fist. Kimberly closed her eyes as they rolled up into the parking lot. The crime scene tape was gone, the marks of many vehicles were present on the ground. The lawn look nice though, the sprinkler system was still running. Eyes closed, moving her lips slightly, Kimberly said a prayer as the key was turned and the front door was pushed open. It had been cleaned up by some well hands, not a trace of blood to be seen. Good because any smudge on the wall or floor would have brought back bitter memories. Just as soon as they came in, Kimberly, holding her clothes in her arms, made a V line for her room where there was evidence of men had gone through it.

"I'm going to call the hospital and see how Tommy's doing" mother called out as she went to her own room, "Then I'll make us some dinner." She passed through the kitchen, the Devil's play pen. Amazing though, not a drop of red o be seen. The furniture was gone through, chairs, table, ropes, all taken away. Sure she noticed them, but didn't care. Now was time to buy new ones. Polished wood, nice furniture, always the nice stuff.

"Alright mom" Kimberly replied back as she herself was on a mission. Dropping her clothes onto the floor, she began to pick her way through the books and papers that had already been disturbed to find it. Where was it? Where on earth was it? Five minutes of fruitless searching brought only a increase in heart beat as she feared the worse. Then, at the bottom of the barrel, sort of speak, there it was, the Morpher. Whew. A great sigh of relief. It was safe. Not a finger print on it but her own.

Ha, a small victory at least. Sighing again, the girl sat on the bed, holding her weapon on her lap. Boy, what a day. The thought of Tommy, seeing him again would be another great victory in and of itself.

"Oh, Tommy" she began to say, holding the gold coin that bore the pterodactyl, her Zord, shinning bright from the light. It was great. All of it was worth it up to now. Save the world and still have to do homework. Fighting side by side with Tommy, they were a perfect team. Out of the corner of her eye, there was something on the floor, next to her foot. There was a box there, it had fallen over during the search. It's contents had spilled out. Letters, old love letters. Picking up the box, she sat back down on the bed, pulled out the top one and read it.

"Dear Kimberly,

How are you, my sweet…"

Those words made her turn cherry red. Always the Romeo. The words trailed off in her mind as Mother picked up and dialed on the phone. It would be several minutes before she could be patched through and receive any information. Sure it was against regulation to gain information on any patient that was not hers, but Mother had friends on the inside. She had friends everywhere, that's what made dating Tommy so difficult, there would be spies watching their every move.

"Kimberly?" Mother called out. It was coming from the hallway. She was coming. Caught off guard as she dribbled in the letters, Kimberly stuffed them back into the box and threw it under the bed. Thinking it was all in the clear, she stood up to picked up the clothes that had been dumped on the floor. There was the morphed, it was still on her lap and it fell with a thud. Oh no. Mother was only a few feet away. Had to think of something fast. Scooping up the clothes, she merely threw the pile onto it, camoflauge, teenage camoflauge, perfect.

"Kimberly?" calling out again as that old women entered the doorway.

"Yes?" standing erect behind her pile.

"Oh, two minutes and you already made a mess" in a slightly elevated voice.

All her daughter could reply was a shrug and a smirk.

"Oh well, you always were a wreckless. Anyway, good news is, tommy is off his respirator. He's in stable condition and can now be visited. Do you want to go?"

"Yes!" she snapped.

"Well, first. Clean up this mess. Eat a decent meal, then we'll go." pointing to all those clothes.

"Yes, ma'am" hardly containing her enthusiasm. Once Mother had disappeared, Kimberly picked up the clothes and threw them as well underneath the bed and tucked her Morpher away in her belt. A sweater, a pink one, will do nicely to help hide it. It was going to be a cold night anyway.

Cold. Even indoors. Arms folded across the stomach, hands tucked underneath kept them warm as the sliding doors welcomed them in. It was quiet. Not a soul around except the receptionist that waved them in. Must have been another friend, perhaps the contact mother leaned on. Didn't matter. There were many doors in this ward, all of them open and with windows as well so people could look into. Angel Grove was small and there were few serious crimes. Zack, Jason, and Trini were the mainstay of the police force, they kept the fake monsters at bay while police handled the real ones. A broken leg here, high fever there, these patients lay on their bed fast asleep. Coming and going by them, Kimberly found Tommy in his own room. He was easy to pick out. Those machines were attached to him again, but he was at last off of that respirator.

"I'll leave you two alone. I'm going to get some coffee. You want some?" Mother asked, lightly toughing her daughter's shoulder.

"No thank you," Kim replied softly.

"You hang on to that boy," mother added, "he will take care of you." finished, Mother began to walk down the hallway. Dearly departed, Kimberly slowly walked into the room. A heart monitor beeped in a steady rhythm. His head was canted to one side, the right, eyes closed. Must have been asleep. Head was bandaged but no more neck brave or traction needed. Unknown was the extent of the injuries to her. Doctors here knew what they were doing. With kitten like foot steps, she approached the bed side, held the edge and looked at him. Gosh, what a man. All of that and he still kept it up.

She leaned over and kissed his bandaged forehead and he immediately began to stir. Everything was blurry at first. The room was bright with white walls and florescent lights. Gradually, they focused. There was a bit of pain from the blows but Tommy toughened it out to see whom was looking down at him at the side of his bed. Was it mother? No. Even better, it was Kimberly.

"Hi," he smiled lightly at her.

"Hey there, you." she smiled back. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts. I guess this is how you feel when you're love struck."

Kimberly found it hard to fight back the laughter. Hr love lay there with more tubes in him than a robot. Even with all he had been through, he could still manage to proposition a girl.

"What happened?" he asked. A moments hesitation brought up Tommy's hand onto hers as she held the edge of the bed.

"Tommy, Sean, the boy whom led this, he's dead. The police shot him in his house last night. Brian as well is dead including…." tears streamed down her cheeks and she collapsed her face into the bed sheets.

"Easy there" Tommy whispered, stroking her hair lightly. "It will all be fine."

It might be a lie. How could it be fine? The bodies of three boys were in her house. But all that had already been thought of. As she sat there being questions and treated, all of these were running again and again. No matter how you try to sugar coat it or forget, it would come back stronger and stronger. There was regret, denial, forgiveness and sadness. Going around and around. It would be haunting if she were alone. But, she wasn't.

"What should we do now?" she asked, wiping away the tears in her eyes with the palm of her hand.

"Do you think Mrs. Appleby will let us turn in the exam late?"

"Yes, she will. In fact, you missed the end of the year."

"Really? By how much?"

"Three days."

"Wow, all of that and I still feel tired." he laughed painfully.

"You shouldn't laugh. You broke your ribs, to only that you were mistaken for a piñata" in a worried tone.

"I'll be alright. Just wish you could have been my nurse. This one here look like she fell off a charm bracelet. By the way, speaking of goons, what happened to those three thieves?"

"Well, that last one has been arrested and will be sent to prison soon," she informed him.

"Really? That quick?" Tommy eyes widened at the swiftness of it all, justice.

"He plead guilty. He told me that he was sorry for it all. Sad really, he was a nice guy. A little weird, but nice."

A moment of silence passed, she was looking into his eyes, he was looking back. "What about the other two?" he asked soflty.

"Tommy, Sean, the ring leader, well, the police went after him and they corned the boy inside his house. Instead of being taken prisoner, he attacked them and was shot. He's dead. So, he won't be sent to prison. He even killed one of his own. Tommy, the whole world has gone nuts and you want me to be your nurse?"

"Yes." he smiled.

There was no fighting the charm of Tommy Oliver. She smiled back and there was a moment of silence between them.

Do you forgive him?" Tommy asked.

"Forgive who?"

"The one they did catch?"

"Yes, I guess so. It wasn't really his fault, he was forced into it." she said.

"Well…"

"It's mine" Kimberly snapped.

"No, No it is not" he consoled, "There was nothing you could do. I failed to protect you…."

"Listen, Tommy. All through the night, I watched them. You were helpless and they focused everything on you. I was scared. I thought I was going to lose you. My parents are separated, father is rarely around and mother, well, you know her. If you were gone, I don't know what I'll do." tears were again forming in her eyes."

"I was scared as well, Kim. But you didn't lose me and I did not lose you. Tell the gang that I miss them but what I missed most of all, was you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I love you, Tommy"

"I love you, Kimberly"

Holding each other tightly, they kissed as the scene gradually begins to melt away into darkness. Their love was never ending but this story is. Even though the story has reached it's inevitable conclusion, don't draw it up as that. There are many more to come, you can trust me on that….

The End