A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you had a good Christmas! As a present, here are TWO new chapters. These will be the last two of the past chapters, everything else happening in either present Kim or Tommy's time. Thank you all for the reviews and I hope you enjoy!

On a side note, I finished Soul of the Dragon. I liked it but I felt like it tried to hard to convince you that Tommy was this old guy who couldn't hold his own in a fight without the master morpher. And I did not like the whole him and Kat being together thing, even though I knew it was going to happen. Wish I could just write one canon version of it where the end up together. It would allow me to die a happy fan.

ANYWAY...

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Kimberly – The Past

"Hey, Kim!" Andrea called, drawing my attention away from my locker. I turned over my shoulder to look at her. She was standing in the doorway of the locker room, her hair pulled back and sweat on her brow. We had just finished our work out; a three-mile run along the beach and then weight training here in the gym. Andrea had done well but had also complained through a good majority of it. She was a good sport though. I had to admit that when she came on the team, I didn't think I would like her. Now, I felt like we were attached to the hip more than anything.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Schmidt wants to see you in his office quick. I'll meet you back at the dorm, okay?" I nodded, closing my locker.

"Alright. See you in a bit." She waved, disappearing out the door. I sighed, frowning to myself. I already knew what this was going to be about. I had been waiting for it since we returned from Vancouver. Even though I had won gold, my body had felt the effects of the competition that it hadn't before. My knees were aching more, and it hurt to move in the mornings most days. All the years of training and doing routines was finally paying its toll. It was time for me to face the fact I was too old to compete. I had successfully done my time as an Olympic athlete. Now, I had to move on from this and focus on something else to do with my life. The thought of that made my stomach ache slight but also think of Tommy. He had been there the moment I won, hugging me as they announced my scores. It had been my crowning moment and I wouldn't want anyone else there at that time. Was it time for us to finally speak about what was going on between us and figure out what kind of future was there?

Zipping up my jacket, I walked out of the locker room and up the sort hallway towards where the head coaches' offices were. Schmidt's door was open, and I could see him sitting behind the desk as I approached. Reaching out my hand, I knocked on the open door. He looked up from the newspaper on his desk and smiled when he realized it was me. "Kimberly! Come in. Sit. Please." His German accent seemed to get thinner and thinner every day, I thought as I walked into his office. It was huge for an office space, enough room for her desk, a couch, four chairs and an entire filing system behind him. He held up the newspaper from the desk and I saw it was a picture of our team, boarding the plane back here to Florida. "You girls always seem to show the best that America has to offer."

"We aim to please." I said, leaning back in the chair. "You wanted to see me?"

"I think we both know why." He replied. Setting the paper down, he also sat back in his chair. "There comes a time in everyone's life when they realize it's time to move on to bigger and better things. You've done so well for not only the United States but also yourself. You are the dream child of gymnastics, Kimberly. If I could find a way to clone you for year after year, I would. Unfortunately, I also know how much it can take its toll on the body too. I've spoken to the team physician and he agrees with me." He gave me a supportive smile. "I think it's time for you to retire from competing."

"I think so too." I replied, returning the smile. "I love being on the team, but I don't think I have another round in me. Being here and being a part of all this has been one of the greatest moments of my life. I hate to see it end but I don't think it would be fair to everyone if I tried without being at my best."

"I appreciate your drive and your loyalty. That is why I want to offer you the position of head coach." Coach Schmidt said. I blinked at him for a moment, unsure if I had heard him correctly. "I think you would train our girls well and lead them to victory in the next games."

"You want me to be head coach?" I asked, looking at him in confusion. He nodded.

"Yes. I think you will do wonderfully." He replied. "You'll be given the top floor apartment at the dorms, you'll have your own office, and you will run our program."

"Oh my god." I whispered. "That would be amazing. I don't know what to say."

"Say yes!" He chuckled. "You've more than earned it." I opened my mouth to agree but something held me back. I thought of Tommy, standing in our spot in the park of Angel Grove. Of the Youth Center, our friends hanging out. Sunny California with all of my friends in it. Where the only person I've ever loved lived.

"Coach Schmidt, you're offer is great, but would I be able to have time to think about it?" I asked. He gawked at me slightly.

"Think about it?" He asked. "Are you sure you need to think about it?" I nodded.

"There's a lot of things to figure out now that I won't be an athlete. There's something else I might need to take care of first. I can let you know by this time next week though. Would that be alright?"

"Of course." He nodded. I stood up, ready to leave. "Kimberly?" He asked. I stopped, looking at him. "Don't let your past make the decisions for you in the future."

Impatiently, I paced the floor of the Ramada Hotel, room number 514 on the fifth floor. My hands shook whenever I took them from the pockets of my jeans, so I left them there. Inside, my stomach was doing backflips with elephant sized butterflies in them. I wanted to throw up so bad, but I wouldn't let myself do it. Instead, I kept it bottled inside and kept going back and forth between the window and the doorway that led to the exit. At least this way, I would know which way I would need to run incase this didn't work out the way it was supposed to.

I had made up my mind after leaving Coach Schmidt's office that I was finally going to tell Tommy I couldn't do this anymore. That he would either have to leave Kat or I was going to break things off with him. I know it sounds pointless coming from someone who jut shared their part in an affair lasting the better part of ten years, but it was the honest truth. I couldn't accept the job, knowing I had a possible future with Tommy if I moved back to California. I also couldn't turn down the job if there was a chance I would move back just to continue being the other woman in his life. It was time to face the music and put up or shut up. I loved Tommy with every fiber of my being and the very thought of him not feeling the same way put a painful fear in my chest. I had no other choice, though. I promised myself and this needed to happen for not only my own sanity but also his. Or Katherine's I suppose.

Tommy's flight landed about half an hour ago. I had offered to pick him up from the airport, but he said he could just get a car from there. That left me with this time to go over every possible outcome of what I was about to say to him. What if I told him and he just pretending nothing happened? What if he does react but tells me that he's not going to leave his wife? I shook my head. No. Tommy loves me. I can tell by the way he acts around me and the way he makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world when we're alone. Telling him the truth was going to make him see that I was the one he was meant to be with. It was something we knew when we were kids and something that not even time nor his marriage could stop. He risked not only his future but Kat's as well, just to make time to be with me. There was no way on this Earth he was going to tell me no. We were Tommy and Kimberly. We were soul mates, something even our friends had said to us after they learned of our break up.

I heard the door lock ding behind me and the door itself swung open. A very tired looking Tommy walked in, bags under his eyes and his short brown hair sticking up in various places on the back of his head. Instantly, all the worry I held trickled away and filled with happiness at the very sight of him. He tired frown faded, a smile spreading across his lips as his eyes landed on me. Tossing his duffle bag on the bed, he took three long strides towards me before engulfing me in a tight embrace. The smell of his after shave filled my senses and I squeezed him tightly against me. "Hey, beautiful." He murmured, kissing the top of my head. I craned my neck, so I could look up at him. Standing on my tippy toes, I kissed him on the lips.

"Hi, handsome." I said, smiling. "Long flight?"

"Very. Ended up on a two-hour layover in Texas. Then, there were three babies on the flight here. I could use a sedative right about now." He said, sighing. "But just looking at you is all I need." A warm feeling filled my chest as he kissed me sweetly again. "So, how are things? I know we haven't spoken much on the phone these past few days."

"Okay." I replied as he slid away from me to sit on the edge of the bed. He unzipped his brown leather jacket and tossed it on to the bed, revealing a Reefside High grey t-shirt under it. His jeans were wrinkled, and his sneakers were tinted green, a sign he had either mowed the lawn in them or fought someone in fresh mowed grass. Either was possible. "And you?"

"Eh. Pretty much the same. Ethan and Connor are waiting for letters from colleges. Kira already knows she's going to Berkley. Trent is going with her, I suppose." I loved the way his face lit up when he talked about the kids on his team. They've been fighting together for almost two years now. When the school year started this year, I knew he was sad that they would be leaving. He had had hopes that they would stick around since they were Rangers. But with their final battle with Mesagog happening two months ago, the kids had all decided to go to college. They've been helping Tommy keep an eye on things, making sure no one would be coming back to avenge the creep, but the coast has been clear. It was something I was grateful for, but I knew he was bored with his life now. Granted he loved the kids and working as a teacher, but a part of Tommy will forever be a Power Ranger.

"That's a good thing though." I said, sitting next to him. "They can be together during their first year. And I'm sure the other boys will find something. Ethan is super smart, and Connor is quite the athlete." I pointed out. Tommy nodded, leaning back on his palms.

"I know. I just wish they didn't have to go. I like being on a team again. It's something I'm good at. Kira says hi by the way." He smirked at me and I let out a chuckle. It was a chance encounter that I had met Kira and the rest of the team. I was in California to see Tommy and to visit Jason and Trini. I was at Tommy's house, enjoying the fact Kat wasn't home when the kids walked in unannounced. Lucky for us, we were already almost dressed when they did. I don't think the boys were smart enough to pick up on what had happened, but I knew Kira knew the instant she walked in. Thankfully, her and I hit it off well and it became unmentioned between us that she wouldn't tell Katherine. Tommy likes to compare Kira and her boyfriend, Trent, to him and me at that age. Hopefully, she doesn't do the same stupid shit as me.

"Tommy, I think we need to talk about something." I said, biting my lip. I stood up from the bed and continued my pacing. How was I going to do this? Demand him to leave him wife? Is that what mistresses do? Or do I give him the choice between the two of us? Maybe I should have watched more soap operas when I was a kid and my mother would have them on in the afternoon. I would have an idea at least. "Coach Schmidt offered me a coaching position. Head coach, actually."

"That's amazing!" He exclaimed, leaping to his feet. He kissed me, looking excited. "When do you start?"

"I haven't given him an answer yet." I replied. "I told him I had to figure something out first before I could make up my mind."

"What do you have to figure out? This is a dream job for you! And you would have so much to offer the younger athletes."

"Us." I whispered. "I need to figure out us first." He stopped talking, a slight look of panic on his face. "One thing is going to happen today; either I am going to go back to my dorm and start packing for California or I'm going to go back and accept that job. Which one I do is really up to you."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, softly.

"I never should have broken up with you." I said, taking a deep breath. "It was one of the worst decisions of my life. I thought that maybe over time, I would get over it, but I didn't. And then when everything happened after that day with Divatox, I never would have imagined this going as far as it has. Seeing you has become the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes. I count down the days and the minutes to the next time we're going to be together. And it's great. I love spending as much time as I can with you. Half the time, I find myself giggling like a little school girl just thinking about it. Our relationship would be perfect if it was a relationship. That's the thing though. I don't even know what to call what's going on between us. I can't brag about you to my friends because I'm not sure there is something to brag about." I fiddled with my hands in front of me and I looked down towards them, unable to bring myself to see his face. "Well…what are we?"

"I don't see why we need to call it something." He said. "Things are going great between us. Just like they have been for the last ten years. They can keep going like this too."

"I can't keep living like this, Tommy." I whispered. "I hate sharing you. I hate the fact that Kat is the one who gets to wake up with you every morning. That she's the one who gets to plan a future with you. The one that gets to show you off as her husband because that's what you are. Instead, I'm just the person you sneak around to see another month or so. I'm the person you get to escape to when life gets too hard. I'm the one you pretend to be with when Kat just doesn't understand you. It kills me inside to know that is all I'm good for when I…" I trailed off, letting my eyes sink to the floor. "When I love you with my entire heart."

"Kim…I don't know what you want me to say." I heard him say. In my chest, I felt something ache and I could almost envision the edges of my heart begin to crack.

"Tell me that you love me and that you want to leave Kat for me." I said, stepping towards him. "Tell me that you wish it was me you had married. Tell me that I am the one you want to be with and that you want to spend the rest of your life with me." I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Tell me the truth, Tommy." He rubbed the back of his head, turning away from me.

"It's not as simple as me leaving Kat." He stated. I couldn't believe it. "We have lives invested in this. We have a house together. I have obligations to her."

"I've invested me entire future in you!" I exclaimed. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks now. "I have put my entire life on hold just to spend a few days out of the year with you. I've lied to all of our friends, my family, EVERYONE for the chance to be with you in the only way I can be with you. And you want to stand there and tell me you have too much invested in Kat to think about leaving her?" My hands trembled as I shook my head. "You can't have your cake and eat it too, Tommy. You can't just keep going between us. It's not fair to Kat or me."

"Me? It takes two to have an affair!" He cried. "You're just as guilty as me."

"I know. I didn't say I wasn't. I'm not the one who has been lying to my wife for ten years though. I'm not the one ping-ponging between two women because I can't make up my fucking mind." Disbelief dipped in anger was coursing through me as I looked at him. "I can't believe you."

"Why are you ruining this? It's been going fine for ten years! Why do you have to ruin one of the best things I have going in my life? And how are would we even make things work between us when you're here and I'm all the way in California? Look at what happened the last time we tried that. There's no pressure this way. There's no worrying about the break up that might be happening because you might hear a rumor you don't know is true." He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders. "I want you in my life. I wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. What can I do to convince you?"

"Leave Kat." I said. "Be with me."

"I can't." He whispered, pain in his eyes as he looked down at me.

"Then neither can I." I replied. "I can't keep doing this. I can't keep letting you do this to my heart." I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me by the waist and dropped to his knees.

"Please, don't do this." He said, his voice cracking. "Don't leave me again."

"I'm not." I answered. "I can't leave someone who doesn't want to be with me." Grabbing his wrists, I pried his hands off me. He let his hands fall to his sides as I took a step back from him. "Don't try to contact me. Don't call me. Don't ask our friends about me. Don't worry about how I am. Because you'll already know. You'll already know that I'm heartbroken. That I'm devasted. That I can't stand to look myself in the mirror. All because of you. And I hope that it's all you can think about every time you look at Kat or every time you look at yourself. You did this to me. You caused all of this." Grabbing my purse from the dresser, I stormed towards the door. "You're dead to me." I whispered before slamming it closed behind me.