A/N: GUYS! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I've loved reading your wonderful reviews and it feels amazing to know how much you guys liked the ending. As promised, here is a preview of my new fic titled Drunk Me. Obviously, it's a Kimberly and Tommy story. It's going to be set in Florida in present times. I don't want to say too much about it because I don't want to ruin anything. But I will be posting the actual first chapter in the next day or so. I really hope you like it!

Also, I had this awesome idea today! I want to do a collection of Kim and Tommy one-shots but sometimes, I lack ideas. So...I will be taking requests! If you have an idea for a one-shot starring our should have been destined Ranger couple, PM it to me! I thought this would be a great way to meet all of you and expand on some ideas. :) I want to start this ASAP so send them to me!

As always, I do not own anything to do with Power Rangers. I also do not own any of the songs used in the following preview.

"Kim, you're up." The raspy voice of Joe Ramone called from the end up the bar. I looked up from my glass and saw the older man looking at me, his finger pointed towards the stage. I nodded, picking up the drinking and downing the last of the vodka that had collected at the bottom. There was no burn, the effects really sinking in now. As I slid off my bar stool, I steadied myself from the wobble that came from the first step. Squeezing my eyes, I let my body gather itself for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I opened them again and started towards the front of the bar room. I passed the cluster of tables and chairs as well as the small dance floor. Several people clapped as I stumbled my way up the steps of the stage. I raised my hand, smiling as I neared the microphone and my guitar that was propped up in its stand.

"Hey, guys. Thanks for hanging out while I took my break. Nothing like a good drink to make the music touch your soul, am I right?" I said into the mic. There were a few cheers and applause as I spoke. I laughed, glancing around. It was mostly regulars, older guys who came here every night. Some had their wives with them while others just sat together. There were also some new faces. There was a table of college aged looking guys on the left in the front and what seemed to be a group of women who had decided to go out after work. It wasn't much of an audience, but it would do for night. One of the guys in the college idiots caught my eye and I gave him a wink. He smirked, a cocky smile coming to his face. He had dark brown hair that was combed to the side and a light pink polo shirt with a popped collar. He looked like the biggest tool in the world, but he would work. "Hey, handsome. Wanna get me a drink?" I cooed into the microphone. His table nearly exploded at my comments as he jumped out of his chair and headed to the bar. "This next song is one you might know. If you do, feel free to sing along!"

Picking up my guitar, I put the strap over my shoulder and slid it until the guitar rested comfortably against my body. My fingers fumbled for a moment, trying to find their placing on the strings. The college kid appeared in front of the stage, a glass of clear liquid in hand. I pointed to the stool next to me and he hopped up on the stage. Setting it down, he awkwardly stood there. I glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"If ya don't mind, I'd like to sing a song." I said. The crowd laughed, and his cheeks tinged pink as he slinked off back to his table. I smirked, picking up the glass. Joey had probably told the kid what I wanted. Bringing it to my lips, I drained the glass of vodka and set it back down. "I had a dream about a burning house…" I sang into the microphone. "You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out."

As the words slipped from my lips, I felt my mind drift off to a place that it commonly went when I sang. The sun shimmering off the surface of the pond, a light breeze bringing the smell of the distance ocean into the city. The sound of birds chirping in the trees above my head. I could feel the warms of the sun on my face and the sand between my toes. Fingers were intertwined with mine as I gazed into chocolate brown eyes, pools of warmth, kindness and love. Almost too much love to contain. The sound of his deep laughter dancing over my skin it seemed. The feeling of being carefree, young, and alive washed over me. The mixture of the memory and the alcohol swirled together in my mind and I allowed myself to pretend I was there again, breathing in the sweet smell of his essence. The very thing that used to make my heart beat and break.

"I've been sleep walking, too close to the fire. But it's the only place that I can hold you tight, in this burning house." I sang, the song coming to a close. I hadn't realized my eyes were closed as I slowly tugged them open. My eye lids feeling heavy. The crowd clapped, several of the couples now holding hands on the table tops. My eyes lingered on a younger couple closer to me, their fingers wrapped around each other and they smiled in each other's direction. I felt a dull pain in my chest as I quickly turned my eyes from their direction. "Thank you! Thank you." I said into the mic. Glancing towards the bar, I caught Joey's eye. He held up the bottle of vodka and I nodded. He knew me so well.

I went through a few more songs including a version of Fancy by Reba McEntire and one of Kelly Clarkson's more famous tracks. Joey brought me two more drinks during this time and the after effects were beginning to really set in as I perched myself on the stool. Faces were becoming blurring, but I was still able to find the correct chords as I began the melody for the next song.

"Now, some of you may know this but I'm actually not from here. I was born and raised in California. Trust me. It's not that great. I recommend the visit but don't live there unless you have to. But I moved here when I was seventeen and decided to stay. Being so far away from my family and friends really taught me how special life is. My best friend passed away a few years after I moved away. She was killed in a drunk driving accident." Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I spoke. I knew I was rambling but not a shit was given. "She was such an amazing person and I always try to sing at least one song for her when I play. So, here it goes." Strumming the strings of my guitar, I bobbed my head as the words came to me. "I came by today to see you. Though I had to let you know…If I knew the last time that I held you was the last time, I'd have held you and never let go."

I managed to sing the words, raw emotion beginning to build in my chest. The image of sweet Trini sitting across from me at the Youth Center came to mind, her sipping on a strawberry banana smoothie while we talked about boys and homework. How things had been so simple. How stupid I had been at the time. Now, she was gone. And the part of me that missed her felt like a voided part of my existence.

"Because Heaven was needing a hero, somebody just like you. Brave enough to stand up for what you believe and follow it though. When I try to make it make sense in my mind, the only conclusion I come to ss that Heaven was needing a hero like you." My voice cracked as the chorus came to an end. I heard more applause as my eyes clouded with tears. I blinked them away, my sniffles echoing in the microphone. As my vision cleared, I caught what I thought was a flash of silver in the audience. I glanced around to see what the source could have been. From the direction I had seen it, I saw a man sitting by himself at a table in the back. There was a beer bottle in front of him and he was peeling the label from it. I attempted to focus my eyes from the amounts of alcohol in my system. He was about my age, pushing thirty possibly. Short, dark hair was on his head styled neatly. Wire framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and he lifted his head to look at me.

No fucking way.

I knew I was drunk. I get this way on a daily basis almost. I knew what it felt like. But I also knew it could make me see things. That was the only explanation as to why I was seeing Tommy Oliver sitting in my bar right now. There was no way on this fucking planet that he would really be here. It had to be the vodka, I told myself. I blinked, setting my guitar in it's stand as I stood from the stool. He didn't disappear when I did so though. He was still there, standing now. I waved at everyone else before carefully stumbling down the steps of the stage. I used the wall for support as I started towards the bar, my eyes not leaving the guy that couldn't be Tommy. He was on the move now, seemingly heading towards me.

"Kim?" He said as I stopped walking. The whole bar was spinning now, the floor becoming the ceiling. That voice. I knew that voice. "Are you alright?"

"I'm going to throw up." I replied before feeling the contents of my stomach explode everywhere.

Title: Drunk Me

Summary:

Falling from grace isn't as hard as Kimberly thought it would be. The former Pink Ranger went from competing at the Olympics to where she is now; singing cover songs at a bar every night. Though it's not the worst job in the world and it keeps a roof over her head, it doesn't help with her budding alcoholism that developed shortly after the death of her best friend. Kimberly blames herself for not being there when she should have been, resulting in her own path of destruction. Living in misery and cheap booze seems like a plan until her past comes walking into her bar one night. Now, she's forced to face the memories and feelings she's been trying to erase after all these years.