Bleed
By: Luna Ace
Summery: Years after the infamous Dear John Letter Kimberly Ann Hart calls Thomas Oliver and asks him to met in Angel Grove's Park. Can a relationship ten years old be salvage?
Beautiful where are you? He thought, wincing at the pet named he used. He wanted to see how it felt in his mind again. He wanted something from his Beautiful. His Kimberly. He wanted to know how much she changed in the past years. What were her likes and dislikes? What did she do for a living? Was she still close to anyone of their friends even after...
No! I don't want to remember that! He thought.
Images of Jason Lee Scott and Trini Kwan's wedding came to mind. More like the reception from hell came to mind. And, that turned out to be the first time in a long time he had seen her. Since then he had kept the break up letter in his wallet-- to remind him of what they once had. It had always reminded him of her. His first love.
Sure, that was harsh to say, and he couldn't and wouldn't tell her. He wasn't exactly ecstatic when Adam Park, one of his long time friends started reading the break up letter. The half-Asian, half-Caucasian had shoved the letter into Tommy's hands forcing the red Turbo Ranger to read the rest of the letter.
He shook his head forcing the memory away. He wasn't going to get all emotional now over something that happened ten years ago. They couldn't move backwards in time. That was impossible. They could only moved forward, and hopefully towards a new, and brighter friendship.
And, that was the most enjoyable letter of my life, he thought bitterly-- closing his eyes trying to calm himself down. True, he had gotten over the letter. But, the pain was still there. And, sometimes it wasn't pain at all. Sometimes it was full fledge anger.
Laying down in the cold, wet grass was a bad idea. Starring at the stars she couldn't help but wonder if she wished upon a star-- would her dreams come true? She didn't had any dreams anymore. Her first dream to go to Pan Globals had turn into a nightmare since Nathan Jackson.
The man had raped her when she had came back to Florida. He was waiting her out in her apartment. He was sure that Jason wouldn't follow her back, and if he did that meant he would of hired someone to take care of Kimberly's brother. He was lucky that Jason didn't, and he had strike that night. Oh, he had his way with her that night; she knew. Tears begun anew as she remembered what had happen next.
Kim awoke to the sound of birds chirping She looked around, and realized she wasn't in her apartment anymore. Fear seep into her heart. She wanted to yell, but her mouth was gagged. So, instead she looked down to the floor. But, all she could see was blood.
Blood.
Pain had suddenly sweep through her entire body. Tears now feel from her hazel eyes. For the first time in the past month she realized she was alone. That didn't sit too well with her. She wished right then and their she had her communicator, but she had finally stopped wearing it when Jason left for California. For Angel Grove.
Next she thought about having her morpher. Oh, how she would give to be the Pink Ranger again-- the crane. But, that wouldn't come true either. She gave up her powers to get a chance to follow her dream. A dream she was now regretting, while in this holding cell.
She was losing hope. She was losing everything she cared about, and it had begun with that stupid letter. If she call him would he here? Would he care? She knew she had to tell him. Tell him that was a big mistake. Would he be angry with her? Questions swirled in her head, but she couldn't have him either, she realized.
He had Kat. And, she was left with nothing. Nothing, but the pain of the letter, and the pain of being hurt. Maybe she should of taken Jason's advice. Florida wasn't for her anymore. Neither was Angel Grove. But, where could she be accepted as a person without reliving the past?
"Hello Kimberly," a sneer voice called to her.
Kimberly's head shot up. There he was-- Nathan Jackson. He was standing there with the cell key in his hands.
"Ready for some fun?" he asked, snickering.
She tried to shoot him glare, but he only laugh. He opened the cell door and--
"Kim?" a soft voice called out to her.
She bit her lip. Raw images from what Nathan did to her next faded away, by Tommy's voice. She didn't realize it, but she was shaking. She tried to stand up, and looked behind her. But, she failed. She had fallen over, as she turned around. She gasped as she realized there was a man in black spandex standing over her.
"You got to be kidding me," she muttered as she watched him take off the helmet. "Tommy?"
As she watched him, she fell into a silent state. Tears fell from her chocolate eyes. Images of her days of a Ranger filled her mind. Granted, that was ten years before; but she remembered it like it was yesterday. Images of the evil Green Ranger were there too. She remembered how Tommy destroyed the Command Center, their Zords, and disabled Alpha 5. And, most importantly trapped Jason in one of Rita Repulsa's dark dimension.
He watched her. He started to wonder what was going through her mind. He wanted to reach out to her, and so he did. But, she stepped away from him, away from his grasp. He flinched. What was she thinking about? Why didn't she accept his touch? And, then he saw it. He saw it in her eyes. The emotions of yesterday were playing-- no doubt memories from her time as a Ranger played in her mind.
Disappointment, hurt, betrayal, trust, and ... love. He staggered a bit.
Love?
Did she love him? That was impossible. They had moved on. He moved on. Not, to mention she wrote the letter, not the other way around.
"Kim?" he asked again, weakly.
She didn't say anything. Instead, she did a Kimberly-like move-- and fainted into his arms. He chuckled as he swooped down to catch her.
"It seems some things never change my beautiful crane."
AN: Not much to say. Besides Happy Thanksgiving guys!... This chapter had started out with the incident of the wedding, but when I thought about it the memories should go in order... (besides when Tommy had received the call). So enjoy.