A/N: Hi everyone! Well, here we are. The last chapter. It's a shorter and I apologize for this. I really hope you enjoy it! I have some stuff that will be rolling out after this so stick around. :) I've enjoyed writing this fic. Lord Drakkon is such an interesting character and I loved writing from his point of view. You might notice some Easter Eggs in this chapter if you've read the comics.

As always, please R&R. I own nothing PR related.

Kimberly

"Hey, Kim." Tommy said, appearing next to me. I shifted, looking up at him from my locker. His hair was slicked back with some light gel and his soft smile was on his face.

"Hey, Tommy. What's up?" I asked. He shrugged, nervously playing with the books in his hands.

"Nothing much. Just had a killer pop quiz in Miss Appleby's class. You?"

"I heard. I'm pretty sure I saw a student cry coming out of her classroom." He laughed as I grabbed my history book from inside of my locker, stacking it in my arms with my binder.

"Do you need help with that?" He asked, pointing to my books. I didn't. I could handle carrying the light load.

"Sure." I replied, smiling. He reached over and took them from me, his fingers grazing mine for a brief moment. I saw his cheeks flush and I bit back the smile on my face, turning away from him.

"What are you doing after school today?" He asked, watching as I closed my locker. We started up the hallway, my books under his arm.

"Nothing. I was just gonna head home and hang out. Why?" He shrugged his shoulders. He was acting shy and I found it adorable. It reminded me of the first time we had met. He had been shy then too. Well, after he scared off Bulk and Skull.

"I thought maybe we could catch a movie or something."

"Like with everyone?" I questioned. He stopped outside of my classroom, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"Well, no. I thought maybe it could just be the two of us." He said sheepishly.

"Oh!" I said, unsure of what else to say. Was he asking me out? I had been hoping since he joined the team that it would happen. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "You mean like a date?"

"No! I mean if you want. But I don't want to make you feel like you have to. Or whatever." I smiled up at him.

"We could just go and not call it anything if it makes you feel any better." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. I felt his tension slip away, his shoulders relaxing under my touch. "No labels work for me."

"That sounds so much less stressful for me." He said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'll swing by your house about five, okay?" He handed me my books.

"Sounds like a plan to me." I replied. He shot me a wink before jogging up the hallway.

I rushed home from school after the final bell, telling Trini I could meet her at the Youth Center like I had promised. She had asked for details but I didn't say much. I just told her I was hanging out with Tommy. This earned me a smug smile and a demand for a phone call later tonight. At my house, I found that my mother wasn't home. I took the time to shower quickly and straighten out my hair. I also searched my closet for something to wear. I didn't want to come off as desperate but I still wanted to dress to impress. I settled on a pink floral dress and a light denim vest. I changed quickly, pacing the floor in the living room while I waited for Tommy to show up.

The doorbell rang a few minutes shy of five. I did my best to not sprint to the door as I went to open it. Tommy was standing there, a smile on his face. He had also changed, his hair pulled back in a little pony tail. His t-shirt from earlier was gone, replaced by a dark green one and a brown bomber jacket. He had light blue jeans on his legs and he looked very handsome. It was a relaxed look that I hadn't seen him in before. He sure did clean up good.

"Hey. Are you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded, grabbing my purse from the table by the door. He closed the door behind me and we started up the sidewalk toward downtown where the movie theater was. He didn't say much as he walked and I saw that there was something on his mind. I asked him what it was but he shook it off. By the time we got to the theater, I felt an uneasiness fall over us.

"Are you okay, Tommy?" I asked as we took our seats in the center of the aisle. We were in the middle of the room, it being empty since the movie we had picked had been out for a few weeks now.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Really." He said, sitting down. He held out the bucket of popcorn to me and set the diet soda he had bought me in the cup holder. "I'm sorry. I know that I'm ruining this for you."

"It's alright." I said, putting a hand on his arm. "If you need to talk, don't forget I'm here for you."

"I know." The room darkened as the movie began to play on the screen. I felt him ease up next to me, our arms touching on our arms rests. I eyed his hand, his thumb and his pointer finger fidgeting with each other. Did he want to hold my hand? Did I want him to hold my hand? I bit my lip. Everything between Tommy and I had been so strained with the help of Rita. I knew I liked him but I didn't want him to think that I was the kind of girl who went too fast. This was all new to me. I didn't know what kind of girl I wanted to be yet. I felt sweat form in the palms of my hands and I wiped them on the skirt of my dress.

On the screen, the movie was playing. It was some action movie about aliens taking over the world. The main character was in his own spaceship, trying to stop them from attacking Earth. Buildings were exploding left and right, mushroom clouds of flames came from each one when it happened. I snorted at the last one shaking my head.

"Buildings don't explode like that." I said, glancing at him. He smiled, nodding.

"I have no clue what's even going on right now."

"Good. That makes two of us." He laughed, keeping his voice down as someone shushed us. I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling my laughter.

"Tough crowd." He whispered, taking a handful of popcorn.

We finished the movie, following the group out of the theater. It was dark outside now, the moon rising over the park. Rain had fallen while we had been inside, the ground wet. It made a squishing sound as cars drove by on the wet asphalt. Tommy and I walked slowly, heading through the park towards my part of town.

"Sorry the movie wasn't the greatest." He said. "The first three were so I thought this one might have some promise."

"It's fine. And the last one was awful." I teased, nudging him with my arm.

"What? You don't appreciate the fine art of alien brains all over the screen?" I let out a laugh that echoed around us.

"I guess not much after our current occupations." We strolled a while more until we were in front of my house. My mother's car was in the driveway but the lights were off except the hall. She leaves this one on for me when I'm not home so I'm not tripping over everything coming in. I stopped on the sidewalk, turning to face him. "I had fun tonight, Tommy. Thank you for inviting me."

"Anytime. I had fun, too. I always do when I'm with you." He reached over and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. My heart was thundering in my chest as I waited for him to lean in. He was so close now. It would only take an inch or two for him. "Goodnight, Kim." He said, pulling away.

"Oh." I said. "Goodnight." He smiled, turning away and starting up the sidewalk. I grabbed the railing of the porch steps, lifting my leg to climb them. I paused, glancing in his direction. "Tommy, wait!" I called out, running towards him. He stopped and spun to face me. Jumping up, I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. His eyes widened in surprise but it only took him a moment to wrap his arms around me. I pulled away slightly, smiling at him.

"Well, that was better than I ever imagined. I've waited a long time for that."

"Me too. I couldn't wait any longer for you, Oliver." I smirked, giving him another peck on the lips.

"Tommy?" I whispered, a heavy feeling in my head. I tried to open my eyes but the lids felt like they weighed more than the sun. My entire body hurt, a searing pain coming from my head mostly. I felt like I was swimming, everything sounding foggy. I couldn't hear much, a distance bird chirping I believed. There was also the rich smell of some type of cologne or perfume in the air around me. "Tommy…" I said again, hoping he would hear me.

Slowly, my eyes lifted and I saw a bleary room in front of me. I blinked, it did not help much. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. My vision started to clear more and I could make out a dresser on the other side of the room. I rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep from them. The room was large and the walls were made of dark stone. Black furniture was around me and green accents covered everything in the room. I was confused. Where was I? I tried to remember what had happened. The last thing I could recall was Tommy. I didn't know what it was but just that he had been there.

Sitting up, a sharp pain came from my torso. Looking down, I saw that I was wearing a light pink nightgown of some type. I pulled it up, seeing a bandage on my mid-drift. Suddenly, the memory of being stabbed by Drakkon came to mind. He had been fighting with Tommy, going to kill him. I had stopped him and he had run me through with the dagger. I remembered falling and then some loud screaming before passing out.

I reached for my communicator and saw it was gone. The same was for my morpher, it was not on my waist. Shifting, I saw that there was something on the wall across from me. It was a mounted weapon. I recognized it as Jason's Power Sword. My stomach dropped as I realized that I was not in friendly territory. I climbed out of the bed, spotting a door. I ran for it, hoping to escape before anyone saw I was mobile. As I sprinted, something caught me by the ankle and it sent me flying to the floor. Rolling over, I saw I had a shackle around my right ankle and it was connected to a chain. The other end was attached to the bed. I yanked my foot, hoping to pull it free. It didn't budge, the metal digging into my flesh. I clawed at it with my fingernails but it didn't give. I needed to find a way to break free from these chains and make it out the door. I didn't know where I was but anywhere would be better than here. I had no clue where Drakkon could be and what other resources he had at his disposal on his own turf.

"You're awake." A voice said from the other side of the room. I jumped up to my feet, seeing the older version of Tommy we had battled standing there. His uniform was gone and he was dressed in black slack pants and a dark green long sleeved shirt. He was lazily leaning against a door frame, a smile on his face.

"Where am I?" I asked. "What do you want?"

"You are a guest here in my castle." He replied.

"Do you typically shackle all your guests?" I asked, glaring at him. He laughed, shaking his head as he pushed off the doorway.

"Not unless they give me reason too and we both know you would have more than enough reason, Kimberly." He tucked his hands in his pockets, stepping towards the bed. "I hope you find this room comfortable. I've relocated myself to give it to you."

"Take it back because I won't be staying long enough to need it." I said, taking a fighting stance. "Tommy is on his way to save me with the rest of the team."

"Oh, Kimberly. I was hoping I wouldn't need to break this news to you so soon." He stepped closer, bringing his hand from his pocket. He waved it at me and I felt myself get pulled forward, closer to him. I struggled against it but I couldn't move.

"Let me go." I gritted, glaring up at him.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Tommy and your friends aren't on their way here to save you, my dear. Dead men can't fight battles."

"You lie." I said, narrowing my eyes as I looked up at him. It couldn't be true. I had saved him. I had made sure of it. That's why I blocked his attack from killing him. Drakkon was lying. "Tommy isn't dead."

"No?" He questioned. He waved his hand again and something appeared on the bed. It was Tommy's helmet. The visor was busted on it and I could see blood stains on it. "Explain this then."

"No." I whispered, shaking my head. He released his hold on my and I collapsed on the bed, grabbing the helmet. Tears filled my eyes as I held it. I could smell the blood mixing with the scent of his shampoo. "Tommy…"

"He fought hard. You should be proud of him. But in the end, he couldn't beat me. Him nor your friends. I managed to bring you here and heal your wounds. It was a close call but I managed to save you in time. Finster works wonders far more advanced than those in your time."

"Then why am I here? Why keep me alive?" I asked, glaring at him. He sighed, walking towards the main door of the room.

"Well, my Kimberly was lost in your world. She wasn't loyal to me as I had hoped. That's the problem with spells. They wear off after a while. I feel that you will be different, Kimberly. You love Tommy. A part of me is him. I feel that you will grow to love me."

"Never. I could never love you." I spat. He smiled, opening the door.

"You will. You will grow to love me." He stepped through the doorway, turning back to face me. "Just like you will grow to love our unborn child."