"How did you know there was a need for a Thursday night class?" Grant asked as he placed the stack of registrants in front of Tommy. He had scoffed when Tommy told him to open up a small class, but that had quickly turned into shock as a handful of young adults came in today asking for it. This wasn't the kind of class that Tommy normally taught- they normally only filtered advanced students to him. "Filled the class in a day. How do you do it?"

"Gut feeling," Tommy stated as he reviewed each of the registration forms and took in a deep breath. None of them had experience in karate or self-defense from what they had written down. He could only hope that they had thought it stupid to fill out that part of the form. If they had put together how much that was going to be needed, this was going to be harder than he wanted it to be.

"And your wife is fine with it?" Grant questioned and Tommy avoided his gaze. "You haven't told her."

"It's a 5pm class, she generally only objects to 8pm or later classes. Apparently, I come to bed smelly and too late," Tommy said with a chuckle. She might love the way he smelled, but apparently it was too strong if he showered and then climbed straight into bed. "She's pregnant, smells are hit or miss right now."

"Congratulations, it sounds like the two of you have been hoping for this for a bit," Grant remarked and Tommy barely nodded. He had not talked about it with his staff, but he knew that they had eyes and were bound to talk. It was only a matter of time before she really started showing and he'd prefer to not wait until then with his staff.

"Just keep it between us- since you normally sub for me, I figured you should know," Tommy said and Grant barely nodded before he headed out for the night. Wednesday tended to be the day that they caught up on any administrative work for the dojo and it normally meant that it was his latest night making it upstairs. After the news yesterday, he was glad that the paperwork was minimal and he could head up early tonight. He heard the class continuing as the door swung closed and then reopened. "I should be done soon, babe."

"Dr. Oliver," the man stated as Tommy looked up and he felt every nerve in his body stand at attention. What was he doing here? "I'm surprised they gave you a doctorate."

"Billy…why…how?" Tommy stuttered and the man shook his head. Not Billy. He jumped to his feet as he recognized who this might be. "Atlantis. You're dead."

"Not Billy. Not Atlantis. You are right about the species though. That's my uncle and father, respectively," the man muttered and Tommy's eyes widened. Could he make it out of here alive? Could he make it upstairs to protect his wife? "I'm not here for a vendetta. I am here to remind you that while we protect the Power Rangers- we are also here to hold the balance if they become too powerful. It would do you well to advise these Power Rangers differently."

"I'll keep that in mind," Tommy murmured and the man dissolved in front of him. He took a few moments to try to regulate his breathing before he exited the back of his office and sprinted upstairs to their apartment. He was not sure that he could believe him. He slung the door open and heard something clatter to the floor to his right.

"Jeez…where's the fire?" Kim asked as he crossed the distance between the two of them and gathered her into his arms. She was okay. The man had not come to harm her, he had just come as a warning. "Tommy…what's wrong?"

"I had a visitor," Tommy whispered and he held her even tighter as she tried to pull back. "Apparently a friendly visitor, but a visitor nonetheless."

He could feel the stress descending on him. It was one thing with Roberto. It was another thing to be so harshly reminded about what else the Guardians were assigned to do. While Atlantis may have been a bit of a vigilante, the mission was still a very real one. His guidance this time could have repercussions to more people than just him and the people he was most concerned about, were in his arms.

"You're out," Kim whispered and he pulled back far enough to be able to meet her gaze. He might be out, but that would not keep things from finding him. He had explained that to her, but apparently she had believed that that would no longer be the case. She had believed that if he promised to stay out of it- that nothing would come for them. He had tried to warn her and now it was a harsh reality she had to face. "You're out."

"I know, but things can still come after me and I can't stop that," Tommy said and he saw the tears start flowing down her cheeks. He hoped she wouldn't have to face this, but he couldn't lie to her when things came into their home. "I'm different, Kimberly. I always have been. But I can add some extra protections to our home, if you'll let me."

"We're having babies. How can we bring our babies into this life? Are they going to be expected…they'll be rangers too," Kim murmured as she pulled away from him and he let her take the space she needed. He had long ago come to this conclusion about any child of his, but to watch it sink in with her hurt him in a way he had not expected. He could not help that this was who he was in the ranger world. He wished that he was something different. He wished that he was just a normal ranger. "You can never truly get out."

"Maybe, but I'm not looking for it anymore. I can't control what comes to me. I wish I could, I wish there was some way to turn off whatever beacon is in me that draws this stuff to me, but I can't. All I can ask is if you can stand with me on this?" Tommy asked and he waited. He knew that what he was asking was a lot, but he also knew that this was the reality that the both of them had so desperately hoped would not happen. They had hoped that New York City would mask him enough for them to have a normal life. Apparently, that was a foolish thing to hope for.

"I don't know," Kimberly whispered and he tried to meet her gaze, but she avoided it. In the back of his mind, he had known that this day might end them. He leaned down and planted a quick kiss on her forehead, before he stooped even lower to start cleaning up the remnants of her supper. He heard her exit the room and he let out a long sigh. He hoped that a couple of days to think it over would be enough. He hoped that he hadn't just ended his marriage by telling her the truth.

AN: If you or someone you know are struggling, call the Suicide and Crisis lifeline at 988 (for the U.S.). Please do not suffer in silence, reach out and get the help you need.