Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.
That was the only appropriate response from a guy that had just messed up royally.
Tommy's eyes darted back and forth between the shiny wedding ring on Kimberly's finger and his own. That was the ring he had picked out… for Katherine! The one he was supposed to use on her later today!
This couldn't be happening. The room was getting smaller and he was finding it harder to breathe. Tommy remembered nothing aside from the few drinks that he had, but he didn't have that many. He wasn't black out, kiss and then marry your ex-girlfriend drunk.
The guys stared with their mouths open, unsure of what to even say. They were all dead. At least Jason knew he would be once Trini got word of this. He had one job and he managed to fuck it up! Who would even dare speak up first?
"What the fuck did you do?" Billy let out, surprising everyone, including himself.
The group turned to him, unsure if they had just heard those words come out of the typically cool, calm, and collected Billy Cranston. This man was a researcher for NASADA that had the vocabulary of a dictionary, not some buffoon that thought a thesaurus was just a type of dinosaur. If he didn't have the proper words then they knew they fucked up.
Billy wasn't fazed by them, he was done trying to be politically correct. If doing things the right way led them down this road, he didn't want to do that anymore.
"Great, you broke Billy," Adam looked over to Tommy, his eyes searching his former leader for answers. They leave them alone for a few hours and he becomes as reckless as Rocky.
Jason tried to remain calm for the sake of everyone else, fighting the race horse galloping in his chest, "Is this why you wanted me to leave?"
"No, no, no, no," Tommy told him, running a frustrated hand down his face, "We talked and then…" he paused, feeling his mind go blank. What the hell happened after that? He turned to Kimberly, hoping she could chime in and fill in the gaps.
And she did.
"You kissed me," she told him, her brows raising. Had he forgotten that part?
Her words had Jason clutching a fist?
"You did what?" Jason took a step forward, causing Tommy to take a solid step back.
"No, I didn't.." Tommy thought about it for a moment, the picture replaying back in his head, "wait, I did."
He moved to cover his mouth with his hand. There was no getting out of this, was there?
What could he do? Fake his death? Actually die? Because that was sounding like a better idea than having to tell Katherine.
"When did this happen? Why did it happen?" He turned to Kimberly, watching her drink her mimosa without a care in the world.
Right… Kimberly didn't know he was getting married today.
"You really don't remember anything?" She asked her new husband.
He thought about it for a moment, bits and pieces coming in and out like a bad movie, "No.."
She figured that he wouldn't.
"Well, you kissed me, and then I stopped you, but you kissed me again," she chewed on her lip, recalling the taste of him on her lips, a memory she didn't want to forget. "And then you threw up on me," She grimaced.
That wasn't as nice of a memory.
The group turned their heads to the living room in unison, finding a puddle of chunky tan vomit all over the floor. She was telling the truth. And now everyone knew Tommy was weak when it came to controlling his alcohol.
That's humiliating.
"Oh, God," Tommy rubbed the bridge of his nose. That was something he wished he wouldn't have known. Could someone please take a crowbar to his head?
"Well you guys obviously left the room if you, you know, actually got married," Adam tried to navigate the night. "What happened after he went all Linda Blair?"
She chuckled, oh how she had missed Adam.
"We changed and went out looking for you guys," She told them. Wasn't that obvious?
"And then we got married?"
She took another long sip, watching them with a subtle curve on her lips. If only the night had been as simple as that. After his horrid recreation of The Exorcist, Tommy and Kimberly went to the lobby, only to see the guys stumbling out of the elevator after having made their own trip back to the suite.
"You guys don't remember being with us all night?" She asked the other 5 former rangers.
Their brows furrowed, turning to stare at each other. What were they missing?
"What are you talking about? We've been banging on the door for hours," Zack shook his head.
"No," She told him, taking another sip of her drink, "We were together all night. You just starting banging on the door five minutes ago."
Jason could feel every single muscle in his body begin to tremble. That couldn't be possible. Unlike Tommy, he could control himself and his alcohol. He wasn't awarded Keg champion of his fraternity in college for nothing. His years as an EMT taught him to find self-control under stressful situations, and this moment was definitely putting him through a test.
"Okay, Kim, enough with the games," Jason huffed, feeling a pulsing headache creeping up, "We were not with you last night."
She gave an angelic smile, sighing in amusement. Just as she suspected, these guys really were idiots. She stood from her seat and walked over to her bag to pull out a picture and handed it to Tommy.
There was no denying the proof. All six guys were standing in the picture outside the Little White Chapel, eyes half open with the wildest smiles humanly possible. Kimberly lay across their arms, a huge grin on her face. The Elvis impersonator that officiated the wedding throwing a peace sign in the background.
The need to vomit was overtaking him again. This was not happening. He couldn't deny the fact that he looked happier than he ever had though. Was there ever a time that his smile had reached his eyes when he was with Katherine?
"Kim," Tommy began, unsure of how he was even going to say this, "I'm supposed to be getting married today."
The words went inside of her, vibrating against any surface it could get its hands on, but she didn't really react. It was almost like she already knew.
Her expression wasn't exactly what Tommy was expecting.
"Yeah," She dragged out with a sigh, "that's not happening."
Tommy ran a frustrated hand in his hair, "I don't think you understand. I am getting married today."
What else could she do but stare right at him with her brow raised. She didn't immediately respond, fighting with her brain to come up with the solution he obviously wanted to hear.
"I know, Tommy," she revealed. "You told me last night."
He blinked, unable to even answer her. She knew? What else was he forgetting? What else did he say?
"Then why did you guys get married?" Jason stepped up, continuing with the puzzle that was the night before.
"Don't put this on me, okay?" Kimberly stood up, facing Jason, "This was your idea."
"My idea?" Jason scoffed. Unbelievable.
"Yeah, don't you guys see these other five glasses," She told him, pointing to a series of half-filled glass cups. "I never took you all as guys that couldn't handle your alcohol. One sip and the ideas were flowing. I had to be the responsible one."
Responsible one? How responsible could she have been if Tommy and Kimberly wound up getting married?
"Okay, okay, okay, fine, we're married… how do we get unmarried?" Tommy was shaking, already seeing the hurt in his parents eyes. His mind wasn't even on how Kat would feel, but more so her reaction.
There was no going back. What was done was done and now he had to figure out a way to unfuck what he had the night before.
He had dreamed about marrying Kimberly when he was a teenager, and now that dream had become a reality. This just wasn't the right way to do it. He wanted to actually remember it.
"You don't want to be married to me anymore?" Her voice came out soft, almost heartbroken.
Fuck it! Yes, he did.
"I made a promise, Kim," Tommy told her, gently. The rational part of his mind winning the fight within him. Maybe things with Katherine weren't perfect, and he wasn't sure how the day would progress, but he knew that he owed it to Kat to at least be honest with her. She had always been the same with him. Sure they had their issues, but it was never anything this big.
"And you made me a vow. I'm sorry, but I think that trumps that, don't you think?" She turned to the guys, her expression challenging them to prove her wrong.
"Well…" Rocky shrugged. "I mean, technically…"
"Who's side are you guys on?" Jason put his hands on his hips, unable to believe his own damn ears at this point.
"You realize you were all supposed to make sure I didn't do anything stupid, right?" Tommy looked to Rocky, his own head about ready to blow.
"It's not our fault," Adam scoffed, walking around Rocky to face Tommy.
"Really?" The new groom took the wedding picture they had taken from the table and brought it over to Adam, waving it in his face, "Because I'm sure Tanya will totally understand once she sees this picture."
"That's fake," Adam rolled his eyes, "That doesn't even look like me."
Is he fucking blind?
Zack gave a firm pat to Adam's shoulder, "Yeah, it does, man."
The six guys nearly panicked upon hearing Jason's phone go off, each scrambling as the thought of having to break this to their girlfriends came to mind. What could they say? They should be honest, right? They should just come out and say that Tommy was kidnapped at the strip club and forced to marry a random person. I mean, they certainly couldn't say it was Kim. Even Katherine wouldn't believe it. No, that wasn't right. Fuck, he had to be honest and pray that Trini would understand.
"Alright, everyone shut up," Jason spoke up, "I'll handle this."
He let out a heavy sigh before putting his award winning charm on display. "Hi, honey," He spoke into his cell phone, his voice conveying a little too much glee.
While Trini was normally happy to speak to her boyfriend, the eagerness in his voice told her there was trouble, "Ugh, what did you do?"
"Do?" Jason chuckled, nervously. Abort mission. He couldn't say it. "Absolutely nothing."
Trini remained silent for a moment, there was no time to deal with Jason or his dilemma, she had her own problems. "Jase, we have a little bit of a problem."
The guys huddled together like rats, each trying to sneak a listen into the phone.
"Problem?" Jason turned serious, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine, but.." Trini sighed, "Kat lost her phone and engagement ring at Thunder From Down Under."
"Thunder From Down Under," Jason said, a raised brow, "The male strip club?"
Kimberly's ears perked up at the name, becoming just as interested in the conversation as the men. Australia's hottest attractions had finally come to Las Vegas, however, it didn't come without its own set of secrets.
"Yeah," it was Trini's turn to give a nervous laugh, "She insisted.. and well, it was her day."
"I'm sure it was torture for you," He felt a curve go up his lips. He was in an even worse position, there was no room to judge.
"Anyway, I think we're gonna be spending all morning looking for it. Is it okay if we just meet you guys in the venue?"
Just what he needed to hear so that he can undue the fuckfest they had just gotten themselves into.
"That's fine, Tri," He told her, "I'll see you then!"
Jason let out a deep breath upon hearing the line on the other phone go dead. Relief was the best medicine, but lying was torture!
He massaged the knot on his neck, feeling a stinging pain on his back but ignored it.
"Sounds like they had fun," Zack gave a laugh that calmed his nerves, he just hoped that Angela didn't have too much fun.
Maybe they weren't in too deep. As far as he knew, while marriages were common in Las Vegas, so were annulments. That's all they had to do and Tommy would be free to get married again.
"Hey," Zack chimed in, having finally come up with the solution they were looking for, "What about an annulment?"
It was like a lightbulb had gone off in the heads of all of the men in the room.
"Right!" Tommy blurted," An annulment! What do you think, Kim?"
Kimberly was too busy admiring her manicure to really pay attention, "Yeah, we should totally do that!"
She wasn't really into the conversation, her mind consumed with other thoughts.
Tommy wasn't sure if she was understanding the severity or urgency of the situation, but he forged on. She agreed. Everyone heard her.
"Perfect!" He shrugged, finding her giving no resistance, "Let's go down to the court and do it!"
"Yeah, great idea" Kimberly said, nonchalantly, her eyes still pinned to her nails, "but that's gonna have to wait until Monday."
"Monday?"
"Yeah," She told him, eyeing him, "it's Saturday, offices are closed."
The heat was creeping up again.
"Kim, I can't wait until Monday," He groaned, "I'm getting married to Katherine today!"
The room suddenly went silent, only the sound of that name ringing in her ear.
"Katherine?" Kimberly sat up at the mention of that name. She swallowed, "You never said it was to Kat."
Tommy remained silent, unsure of what to say. He figured he told her everything if she seemed to know he was engaged, but he supposed that even incapacitated Tommy didn't want to mention it.
"Yeah," He said slowly, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew."
Kimberly gulped, trying to piece this new information herself. That changed things.. many things. Hearing about Katherine opened up so many more questions than answers and she wasn't quite sure how to approach it. The trembling was coming back up, reminding her just how cruel life really was to her. Last she had heard, they had broken up, and then there was the event that she couldn't shake from her head.. How could it be her?
"We'll figure it out, Tommy," She gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
He felt like the slimiest piece of shit in the world.
Oh, God! It was always one thing after another in his life. There was never just one thing that went according to plan. His racing career? Over before it even began because of one wrong turn during practice. A crash and a 2-week hospital visit later, he was forced to retire. His relationship with Kimberly? Crumbled right in front of him. His wedding day? Hijacked by a couple of idiots he calls best friends.
The quiet murmurs coming from Billy and Rocky stole the attention from the rest of the group, causing them all to put their attention on them.
"How is it my fault?" Rocky scoffed, feeling the room getting just a tad warmer.
"You're the one that spiked it," Billy returned, his hands on his hips.
Rocky argued, "It was your drug!"
"That you made me get for you," Billy hissed back.
Questions were flying through the room, but no one could get a word in between the showdown.
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Zack interjected for the rest of the clueless members of the group.
Even if they thought they were being quiet, they weren't.
Billy Cranston was without a doubt not about to go down without a fight. He had worked way too hard the last 25 years of his life to be blamed for the actions of his less than intellectual friend. When Rocky was instructed with supplying the alcohol, Billy was both intrigued and apprehensive. Rocky wasn't known to be too responsible outside of the dealership, but Angel Grove's most prized salesman could weasel himself into and out of any situation. When Rocky asked Billy for a little something to add to their stash of alcohol, Billy agreed, although a little hesitant. The first blue ranger was constantly being told that he had a stick up his ass and was too serious at times. Rocky had assured him that Vegas would be the time when he would be able to redeem himself.
With a little bit of experimenting, Billy was able to create a little 'vitamin' that resembled the effects of molly, without all of the dangers that went with it. He was the original Walter White.
"Rocky spiked the alcohol," Billy blurted out.
Every pair of eyes in the room went wide, each pinned on the second red ranger.
"No, I didn't!" He put his hands out defensively, "I only put what Billy gave me."
It was Billy's turn to feel the heat, but he was smart enough to come to battle prepared.
"I distinctly recall telling you to measure out the solute before pouring it into the solvent as to not have a solution with an abundance in concentration," Billy told him, his hands in the air, like that was common knowledge.
"And I told you that I didn't know what that meant!" Rocky groaned, his brows coming together to meet Billy.
"You drugged me?" Tommy came forward, his nostrils flaring.
Technically he drugged everyone.
Now Kimberly was glad she hadn't taken a sip of her drink the night before. One look at Tommy and she knew something was up. The unfortunate side of being a woman was that she had to deal with people trying to drug her on a regular basis. She knew to let Tommy drink first in case something went wrong. He was her guinea pig.
"All I did was what Jason told me to do," Rocky could feel himself getting smaller as the guys neared him.
"No, I didn't!" Jason yelled back, the ache on his back getting worse as his heart rate picked up.
"Yes, you did!" Rocky threw back, "Why else would you put me in charge of the alcohol?"
Rocky was infamous for spiking both his junior and senior prom punch. Every year they had two chaperones standing by the beverage bowl, just waiting for someone to attempt to do the impossible, and somehow Rocky was able to achieve just that. When he was put in charge of the alcohol, he just assumed that's what Jason meant.
"I told you to make sure he has a good time, not ruin his fucking day!" Jason rubbed his face, the pain in his back now becoming really unbearable!
Damn it! Jason took his coat off, finally getting some relief as to what the fuck was causing all of that pain. His red shirt was stained even darker red, the remnants of old and fresh blood blending at the gash on his side, a small metal blade still protruding out of it.
The group collectively panicked, releasing an audible gasp.
"What the fuck?" Jason bellowed, feeling the blood drain from his face, "When did I get stabbed?"
Author note: Hey everyone! I'm loving the response to this. You guys have no idea how much fun I'm having writing this. I have quite a bit more coming. I don't want to give away too much, but just know that I'm leaving you bread crumbs that will make sense in the end! Be sure to let me know what you guys think in a review or PM! It always makes my day! See you guys next time!
Also, I'm adding this as a quick little update: Happy Power Rangers Day! What would we do without them?