A/N: Sorry for such a delay! Things at work have been crazy with Thanksgiving approaching but I did want to upload a chapter tonight for you all patiently waiting! As always, thank you all from the bottom of my nerdy heart for the lovely reviews. I do hope you are honestly enjoying this as things beginning to fall into motion of where this will be heading.

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Kimberly

The loud clanking of the metal bars of my cell awoke me and I scurried to my feet. The fear in my chest vanished though when I saw it was the usual figure standing there, a metal tray in his hands. He resembled that of a large white rat, his ears long and pointy with wisps of white hair behind them. He wore a long blue apron on the front of him and he hummed to himself as he set the tray on the small wooden stool in the corner of the cell. "Good morning, Miss Kimberly. I hope you are hungry today." He said, his voice squeaky. "You didn't eat yesterday, and it worries me."

"If you let me go, I'll eat all you want." I said, standing on the opposite side of the cell as him. He looked pretty harmless, only coming up to my shoulder if that, but I wasn't sure if he was as timid as that made him seem. Sighing, he shook his head and clasped his long-fingered hands behind his back.

"I'm very sorry but I am unable to do that. Please eat. I've brought you something I've read the humans on your planet enjoy." Well, it explained whether I was on Earth or not. I had a hunch I wasn't in Kansas anymore, but Toto hadn't stopped by to tell me quite where I had ended up. There were no windows in or around my cell, the only light coming from the floating orbs. "Are you cold? Perhaps I could get you more blankets."

"Please, just go." I muttered, turning away from him. It irked me how nice the guy was being. The first time he had showed up at my cell door, I had nearly clobbered him with the stool. He had been quick though and he managed to disarm me before I could make an escape. He introduced himself as Hermes and that if I needed anything to make my time here more comfortable, all I had to do was ask. This guy belonged on the staff for Trump Towers rather than caring for prisoners where ever the hell I was.

"As you wish. I will see you for dinner." He left with a brisk walk, locking the door behind him as he went. I heard his boots as he disappeared up the long hallway. My stomach growled as the smell of maple wafted throughout the cell. I didn't want to eat. I didn't know if I could trust him or whoever was holding me here. What if they had done something to the food? I couldn't just go out on blind faith here that they wouldn't. My stomach burned with hunger though. It had only been a day and a half since I was taken. I needed to hold out longer. I eyed the tray, however, and saw that it was a bowl of oatmeal and two pieces of almost black toast. Pats of butter were on the side of the toast along with a glass of water. It looked like a bad school breakfast but to me, it resembled that of a feast.

Stepping closer, I considered it for a minute. My stomach was practically howling now, begging for food. Reaching out, I picked up the top piece of toast and examined it. It didn't look dangerous. I brought it to my nose and sniffed. It smelt like burnt toast. Taking a deep breath, I nibbled on a piece of it. It tasted normal and I took a bigger bite out of it. I ate the whole piece before I could stop myself. I found myself having the same internal battle about the oatmeal but ended up caving for that as well. It was delicious though a bit thick for my liking. It made me feel full though, something I was grateful of. I felt a bit better now, the nauseas feeling from before not as strong. It had apparently been from hunger, I decided as I sipped the water from the cup. I finished it and slid the empty tray and bowl through the bars of the cell for when Hermes came back.

I needed to find a way out of here. I had spent all day yesterday and the night before trying to find a way to break out. I was still sore from throwing myself into the cast iron bars that had not even quivered from my impact against them. That sure as hell wasn't going to get me out of here. I would need another plan, a good one, if I was going to escape. Sadly, I had nothing in mind that was even close to resembling that. I had already tried to overpower Hermes, but he was too fast. I could never beat how fast he could move. The thought of running out the door when he came in came to mind, but his speed came to play again. Would he be fast enough to catch me? I wasn't exactly dressed for a full-on sprint. I was wearing a hoodie and shorts, my feet bare. I felt disgusting and knew I was in desperate need of a shower. I could only imagine how bad I smelled and don't even mention my breath.

Sitting on the stool, I stared out into the empty space behind the bars. I wondered if anyone knew I was missing yet. Andrea must have, unless she thought I was just going somewhere for the night. Everything I would take with me though was left in our apartment. Had the cameras happened to pick something up of my abduction? I sure hope so. Though, I didn't see what good that would do if I was on another planet. Unless the police had flying saucers in their arsenal now, I didn't think they would be coming to get me. At that point, I really had no hope in rescue unless there happened to be a stray Power Ranger team still in play. That wasn't possible, however. Last I had heard of a team was almost three years ago. I like to keep tabs on teams, hoping to see a familiar face in the ranks. If only I could contact one of those familiar faces.

"You've ate!" Hermes declared a short time later as he returned up the hallway. He smiled at me, looking rather pleased that I had ate the food he had prepared. I nodded, leaning against the bars.

"Yes. Thank you." I said, glancing at him. He bent over and picked up the tray. From his belt, I could see a ring of keys he had used on my cell. They were all mostly oddly shaped with rounds parts and pegs, coated in brass. I counted at least ten of them, the ring large enough to probably fit around my wrist.

"Perhaps I will make this for you every morning then! You do look better now that you've ate. Would you care for some warm water to freshen up with? I know how filthy these chambers can get, depending on who was staying here last." He offered, standing up straight. He gave me a kind smile and for a small moment, I wondered if he was just someone really nice working for someone really awful.

"That would be great." I replied. He nodded, turning on his heels. The keys jingled on his hip as he headed up the hall.

One way or another, I had to get those keys.

Hermes returned a short while later with hot water in a bucket and some clean rags. He set the bucket just inside of the door and handed me a red towel he had draped over his shoulder. He reassured me that he would give me privacy and that no one else would be able to see me while I bathed. It hadn't been something that crossed my mind but now, I was beginning to wonder if other things could see me that I couldn't see. I opted to keep my clothes on, scrubbing at the skin that was visible. Dirt was caked to me, the white cloth turning a grey color as I scrubbed my skin to the point of being raw almost. I did the best to rinse my hair as well, knowing it was a greasy messy by now. It wasn't a shower, but it was better than nothing and made me feel a tiny bit better. It also provided me with some to use to help me get the hell out of here.

About an hour later, I heard Hermes coming back up the hallway. He was whistling now, sounding in a happy mood. I could hear his boots as he neared my cell. I sat in the far corner, just out of sight from the entry way. The bucket was clasped in my hands. I had dumped the water out, filling it with broken chips of the concrete wall I had broken off with the stool. I gripped the edge and the bottom of the bucket, waiting for the right moment. Hermes stopped humming as he neared my cage. "Kimberly?" He asked, and I could just see the tip of his nose as he peered between the bars. Mumbling under his breath, the sound of the key in the lock clicked and the door opened.

As Hermes entered, I watched as he clipped the keys back to his waist. He went to the right side of the cell, looking in the area where the make shift bed I was supposed to sleep on was. He lifted up the blanket that was there and seemed surprised to see I was not under it. Turning, he finally saw me crouched in the shadows. He went to say something, but I sprung forward, flinging the contents of the bucket at him. He let out a cry as the dust and chips blasted him in the face. I could hear him breath it in as he tried to rub the debris from his eyes. He stumbled back, hacking from the attack. I used the opportunity to grab the keys from his belt line. Running out of the open cell door, I pulled it shut behind me, making sure he would not be able to follow after me. In my run, I slid on the wet concrete from where I had dumped the water. I slammed into the ground, hard. Something in my left ankle popped, pain radiating up my leg. I stifled the cry of pain as I pulled myself back up to my feet. He sputtered, trying to call for help but it was hard for him to breathe. I pushed down the pang of guilt that hit me as I ran up the hallway away from my prison.

Much like the walls of my cell, the hallway was lined with grey concrete. Orbs lit the way down the circular shaped walkway and I listened closely to anything that might be made by someone else. I could still hear the muffled coughing of Hermes as I made a left hand turn down another hallway. The concrete was beginning to fade away into stone, bricks of intricate designs and rocks building an arch shaped ceiling above my head. Where ever the hell I was, the owner seemed to know a thing or two about interior design from the middle ages. The entire place gave off a medieval castle vibe that made me half expect a knight to walk by me at any moment in a heavy suit of shiny armor.

Suddenly, the orbs in the hallway extinguished, coating me in nothing but darkness. Honestly, it made my chest quiver with fear. I couldn't see a thing around me, not even my hand in front of my face. I figured it had been made public knowledge I had escaped and now they were out looking for me. At the end of the long hallway there was suddenly some sort of light source. It sent a very dim band of light my way, giving me enough illumination to keep walking forward. The coldness of the stone floor under me seemed to seep into my skin, pain radiating up my legs from the bitterness. I kept shuffling forward, not wanting to stop. All around me, it felt like someone was watching me from the shadows. I couldn't see much ahead of me or behind me. All I knew was that I didn't want to go back to that cell. I kept my hands up in front of my face, ready to fight if need be. I didn't care what I would need to do to get the hell out of where ever I was. There was no way I was going to go down without a fight.

My foot connected to something that was different than stone and I stopped. It was wet, whatever it was. Bending low, I touched my fingers to it. In the very low light, I could make out a dark color on my fingertips. Bringing it to my nose, I could smell the copper of blood. Jumping back to my standing position, I picked up my pace. I didn't know whose blood that was, and I didn't want to be the one adding to it. Could there be other prisoners here somewhere? The cells I could see across from me had been empty. Was there some other place here that they were holding people? Could I be one of many people taken? What I wouldn't do to have my morpher or at least a communicator again.

The soft glow of light came from around a corner and I could make out an archway ahead of me. Maybe it was the outdoors. If I could get outside, I could get the fuck out of here. I did my best to run forward, my limp not helping me. Sadly, I saw it wasn't the outdoors as I reached it. It was coming from floating glass orbs that lit up a large circular shaped room that I found myself standing in. Like the hall, the floor was made from concrete. It was painted different colors of dark green and grey, stones pressed into the mixture here and there. A light fog began to roll in from archways the circled the room, the small pieces of wall that were there covered with old, dusty curtains of fading reds. In the middle of the room, there was a stone throne. It seemed to have seen better days. The structure was crumbling from the back of the seat and cracks covered the entirety of it. It was obvious no one had sat in it for years.

The sound of voices coming behind me made my heart race in my chest. Glancing around, I tried to find somewhere to hide. My only choice was behind the throne where I hobbled to. Crouching down, I pulled my legs into my best and tried to make myself as small as possible. Closing my eyes, I buried my face into my knees. The voices came closer and I could hear the sound of boots on the cement floor.

"I told you before that it was pointless. It's going to happen." A deep voice said as the footsteps entered the room. Someone else scoffed.

"I think you're foolish to put so much blind faith into this plan. I'll never doubt your loyalty but even you can agree that it's farfetched. It's been twenty years." Another voice, much deeper than the first said.

"Try to remember what's at stake, son." The first voice said. "Our Empress will lead us to victory." Chills ran down my spine as I heard the footsteps begin to fade away, heading in the direction I had just come from. Empress? That couldn't be what they had said. I had heard wrong. It wasn't true.

"As you say, father." Their voices faded into the distance, leaving me in the room. Slowly, I raised my head. I didn't move until I knew for sure they were gone. Standing, I peeked over the throne and saw the room was empty. From here, I could see a large balcony that had been hidden before from where I had been standing. A balcony meant the outside world. Maybe I could find a way down. Biting down a cry of pain, I limped my way towards the terrace. There had to be a way down. I didn't care if I had to scale down a drain pipe.

As I neared the balcony, something began to illuminate what I thought was the night sky. At first, I thought it was the moon. It seemed closer than usual but still in the sky. My hope began to vanish though when I saw the deep blues and bright whites on the floating orb in the sky. I could also make out the land masses of the continents.

"No…" I whispered, shaking my head. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked up at planet Earth. Below, I saw the surface of the moon. Craters marked the ground, grey and dead dust unmoving due to the lack of gravity. I was on the fucking moon.

"Kimmy! Glad you could pay me a visit." A shrill voice said behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was that of Rita Repulsa. I did any way though, seeing the evil witch standing behind me. She wasn't dressed in her typical brown attire as I remembered, her hair not in the ridiculous horns she used to wear. Instead, she wore it down and behind her back, the long black tendrils curling slightly at the ends. She was dressed in a black cloak, the skirt of a red dress showing underneath it. If I had only looked once, I wouldn't have known it was her until I spotted her staff in her hand. I hadn't seen Rita since I was seventeen years old. She was purified. Jason had told me this years ago after it happened. How on Earth was she standing in front of me right now? "You looked a bit surprised to see me."

"How is this possible?" I asked, moving my weight off my ankle. It was throbbing now, and I could feel the swelling. I would bet good money it was sprained if not broken.

"It's quite the story to tell the truth. It gets boring after a while though. Here. Let me help you with that." I froze as she pointed at my ankle. It began to glow with a green light and it instantly mended, the pain disappearing. "There! Is that better?" She asked, smiling at me. What the fuck was going on?

"Why am I here, Rita?" I asked, moving into a fighting position. "Let me go."

"I can't do that." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. "I need you for my plan to work. I don't appreciate what you did to Finster's son, either. He's a good servant. I thought you power brats helped good people."

"He can't be that good if he's on your side." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Oh, I'm so scared. C'mon, Kimmy. We both know you haven't been a ranger in almost twenty years. What are you going to do? Throw a walker at me? You're more like a Power Grandma now." She let out a loud cackle, that annoying voice echoing around the room.

"You have no room to call someone old." I retorted.

"I haven't aged at all. In fact, you could say that I am twenty years younger." She said, running a finger down her cheek. "I will explain it in all due time, Kimmy. But for now, I think I need to put you back in your cell. Goldar!" She screeched. My kin crawled as she bellowed out the name and a few seconds later, the ape man beast walked into the room. He was dressed head to two in his golden armor, his wings tucked in behind him. His beady little eyes landed on me and he smiled.

"Yes, my empress?" He asked, his gravelly voice bringing me back to when we used to fight him and Rita's monsters in battle.

"Please take Kimmy back to her cell and ensure it's locked." Rita said, walking towards the throne. She said in it, lazily leaning against one arm of the chair. "I'll see you shortly, pinkie!" She said sweetly, winking at me as Goldar walked over and grabbed my upper arm. I pulled against him, but he was stronger than me. He pulled me out of the throne room and down the hallway, heading to the holding area where my cell was. Hermes was gone and the mess I had made was cleaned up. The bucket was even gone, and I had new blankets on my bed. This place was better than most of the hotels in Angel Grove.

"Here you go, pink ranger." He growled, shoving me into the open cell. I stumbled, catching my footing at the last moment before I fell flat on my face. He slammed the door shut, locking it with another key. "Try to make friends with your new cell mate." He said, letting out a chuckle as he walked up the hallway. Cell mate? I did a quick spin in my cell, looking for anyone else who might be in there. I didn't see any one there besides me standing in the middle of it.

"You'll be okay." A voice said from across the opening, scuffling coming from the cell directly across from mine. "The Power Rangers will save us both." I couldn't see who it was, their voice counting that of someone younger.

"I doubt that." I replied. "The Power Rangers on Earth have been out of commission for a few years now."

"No, they aren't." The voice said, sounding a bit offended. I could just make out a shadow of someone moving as they shifted in their cell. "Trust me, they will be here."

"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" I asked, leaning my forehead against the middle bar of the door. What the hell was I going to do now? Even if I managed to get out of the castle, it would be a suicide mission passed the confines of the Lunar Palace. I wouldn't be able to breath out of the surface of the moon.

"Because I'm one of them." They spoke, coming into the light. I could make out the petite form of a girl standing behind the barred door of her cell. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing things correctly as the light of the orb above her cell lit up her face. She had large doe brown eyes and caramel colored hair that ran long down her back. She was dressed in a pink floral shirt, solid pink kapri leggings under them. Her eyes widened when she saw me as well.

I was looking at the sixteen-year-old version of myself.