The Song Remains the Same

by Holding Out For A Hero

REVAMPED AND REPOSTED- this work will now be solely a Power Rangers story. Rating may go up as this gets written and relationships will be added as I figure them out Kimberly Hart has never been normal, not since she was 15 and an alien trapped in a time warp made her a superhero. After hanging up the spandex for a little while, Kim has returned to life as a Power Ranger, this tim

1. Bad Blood

A/N: I should have the first real chapter out at the end of the week! Very excited for this story to get going.

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"You were after all, brought into this world to fight- Joypendants"

Kimberly Hart could, with an abject accuracy honed from many such occasions, say that she could always tell exactly when her life was going to go heels over head with crazy. The feeling always started just after she woke up; her bones shifted differently when she stretched and went about her morning work out. The pop in her left knee always felt different as she went through her gymnastics routines. The scars that stretched across her shoulder from when she had gone into the pit pulled in a way that felt almost like when they first happened. Living on a Galactic Council outpost ship never allowed for her to fully settle down or to let go of her anxiety but on days like this one it was as high as it had been during her high school years.

Whatever was going to happen, she wanted it to just happen already.

After finishing up her morning drills Kim works her way from the rangers private training area to the mess hall at a brisk jog. The early hours chef tips his hat to her and hands her a plate with her normal eggwhite and spinach omelette that was accompanied by a strawberry smoothie. After breakfast the former Pink Ranger lets her feet carry her into the control room. It wasn't part of her duties as leader of her team, but she liked to spend a little while every morning looking over the screens. It made her feel safe, knowing that the universe didn't need her all the time. Seeing the peace reminded her just why she had come back to this calling.

The brunette woman slides into one of the empty control chairs and fixes her eyes on the screens, watching as they rotated through the different galaxies and sectors of the known universe.

And then of course, because she had known that at some point in the day it would happen, her life was flipped on its axis again, and everything went to hell.