Angel and Heroes

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Tommy and Kim would've celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary if I did.

:: Thanks for reviewing the first chapter! I didn't realize that I hadn't updated this for almost 3 months! Anyway, this is the second one, hope you like it.

//Chapter Two//

Kim mentally slapped her forehead for not asking further about 'the friend' Simon'd mentioned. Who would have thought that there's more beside the new haircut? Doctor? And how about the… children? He had kids? Why did everyone never say something about that? Or maybe Jason was afraid she'd break into pieces after knowing that her former flame was happily married with a bunch of kids.

"Kimberly," Finally one of the two ex-rangers broke the awkward silence. Tommy tried to smile but failed miserably, not that she blamed him. They both were equally shocked and stunned. "Hi,"

Hi? That's all he's going to say? Kim pushed a strand of hair to the back of her ear, avoiding direct eye contacts with Tommy. Her eyes fell upon the sweet bundle in his arms. Simon was right, Angie was indeed an angel. Not so surprising, considering who the father was…

There's no need to deny the indisputable; Tommy was probably the hottest man with PhD she'd ever seen.

"Hey," Kim replied. "Nice haircut. Jason must've forgot to mention it in one of his emails," Along with the fact that he was a happily married man. "And cute kid,"

Tommy flashed her one of those Tommy's self-conscious grins and snuggled Angie closer. Kim cautiously looked passed his shoulders, waiting for Mrs. Oliver coming with their son. The former green, white, red and black ranger looked at her, unsure of what he should say next. "So, it's nice to see you again. I mean, after-," He closed his mouth and Kim could tell that he tried not to laugh.

"After I humiliated myself in the church, you mean?" Kim sweetly finished for him. She would bat her eyelashes to add a greater effect but thought better of it.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I have to be somewhere in about twenty minutes," Tommy said, moving backwards to let her in. "It's not the best time to talk,"

Kim stood under the porch, her eyes observing the small but cozy living room. Everything was so… woody. She sighed and lifted her eyes back to Tommy. "I'm not here for a social visit, Simon sent me here," Tommy's face went blank for a while and she saw a dim flicker of comprehension in his dark brown eyes.

"You're the one who'll babysit Angie and Mike," Tommy said, more like a statement than a question.

"And you're Simon's friend," Kim nodded her head. "He told me to go to a Doctor Oliver's house, but I never thought it was… you,"

Tommy smiled, not wanting to wake his little girl. "Color you surprised, huh? Okay… I'd really love to chat, but I have to leave now. All the numbers, including my cell are next to the phone," He nodded at the counter by the couch. "Mike is in his room. Just make sure he do his homework. Their rooms are upstairs. Mike's the first one on the left. You can order pizza for dinner, I sort of promised Mike that he could get it tonight. You can find the money on the table. Angie is liable to wake up anytime soon. Her milk's in the second drawer and-," He stopped abruptly when he spotted Kim giggle. "What?"

"Nothing," Kim wouldn't tell him that he reminded her of their babysitting jobs when they're seventeen. It was a nice experience. Tommy had always been good with kids. Now she had to take care of his children. Oh the irony.

"I'll be back in a few hours," Tommy carefully transferred Angie to Kim's waiting arms. For a while, he looked at the sight in front of him longingly. The grandfather clock chimed, snapping his train of thoughts. "Oh, crap,"

Kim watched him grab his charcoal gray colored jacket and keys with one hand and gave Angie a gentle peck on the head. For a while he was standing so close to her that Kim could smell his intoxicating aftershave. "Have a nice evening,"

"Don't let Mike go into my study room," He reminded her as he opened the door. "Make yourself at home and Kimberly, thanks,"

"Anytime,"

She heard Tommy starting the engine and as he drove away, Kim once again looked around her surrounding. It was a nice house but lack of homey touches. Tommy went alone and said nothing about his wife… Anyway, there was too little time for a conversation so now wasn't exactly the time to make any assumptions. Maybe tonight after he went home they could have a small talk. Meanwhile…

"Who are you?"

Kim swirled around and saw an eight year old sitting on the top of the stairs. Mike had dark colored hair and something in him reminded her of Tommy. He is Tommy's son, Kimberly. With one hand softly stroking Angie's small back, Kim walked closer to the stairway. "Hi, I'm Kimberly. You must be Mike,"

"Michael," The boy corrected cooly, narrowing his hazel eyes. "Mike is only for people who are close to me,"

"Fine," Kim gave in. "Hello, Michael,"

"Who are you?" He asked again, slowly standing and descending the stairs. "What are you doing in my house?"

Kim gave him a tight smile. Simon had warned her about this. But really, how bad could it get? "I'm Tommy and Uncle Simon's friend. Your father needs to go for a while so he asked me to stay and-,"

"I don't need a babysitter," Mike cut her mid-sentence and extended his hands, lifting his fingers. "I'm eight,"

"I can see that,"

"So I don't need you here,"

Kim walked passed him and upstairs. Angie squirmed in her arms and made a cute pouty voice. Tommy had bathed her and put her in an adorable baby blue dress with a white ribbon on the front. My, my, Tommy Oliver loved to dress up his baby. Rocky would kill to see that. "You could go shower first before dinner," When she got no responds, Kimberly stopped and turned her head slightly, smiling brightly at the pouty kid. "Or do you want me to help you?"

Mike rolled his eyes and walked away. Kim heard a loud banging as she continued walking. He sure is Tommy's kid. Stubborn as ever. She had so many questions to ask but all she wanted to know was just, who the heck was their mother? She would never admit this out loud, but she was more than a little disappointed by the turn of the event.

--

"Didn't I tell you I didn't need a babysitter?" Mike complained once Kimberly peek her head inside his room. He was sitting on his bed, reading. Ignoring his protests, Kim opened the door and strode inside.

"Have you done your homework?" Kim asked. Angie had been fed and now laying her small head against Kim's shoulder. Kim took a liberty to sit on the other side of Mike's bed. He mumbled something unclear in return, glancing away. "Come on, I'll help you,"

"I have to finish reading this first," Mike insisted and lifted his hands so that she couldn't see his face. Kim looked at the cover and had to stifle her smile. The Power Rangers Vs the Fantastic Four. Such an interesting crossover, Kim mused.

Kim sat Angie on her lap, letting her play with her stuffed animal. "I've ordered pizza so you better finish your homework,"

"I'm not hungry," Mike muttered as his stomach chose that time to emanate a loud rumble. His cheeks turned a shade of pink. "Maybe later,"

"Really? Your dad told me you loved pepperoni pizza. With extra cheese and mushrooms? I even remembered to order your favorite chicken wings," Kim said, watching his determination slowly but surely crumble. He swallowed hard and Kim laughed. "Interested? Now come on, bring your homework here,"

Angie wiggled in her grasp and giggled, playfully pulling at her chestnut colored hair. Kim could feel her heart melting. Angie was one gorgeous baby! Tommy and his wife were very lucky. Kim's smile faded a little. His wife.

"So, where's your mother?" Kim carefully questioned as Mike struggled with his mathmatics homework. He had refused her help but she's still looming near, just in case. There're some pictures in the living room, but none gave her the slightest clue of the 'mystery woman'. She could only conclude one thing: He's divorced.

As lame as this'd sound, she's nearly doing a victory dancing at the thought. Such a cruel woman, you are, Hart. She should be ashamed for thinking like that, but she couldn't help it. Especially if the woman was someone blonde, had blue eyes, and an Australian accent. She was so bad.

"She's not home," Mike answered shortly, to which Kim raised an inquiring eyebrow.

Good answer, it could be taken more than one way. "Going somewhere?"

"Not your business,"

"Don't use that tone with me, Buddy," Kim warned and Mike bit his lips. She continued in her usual warm tone. "I was only asking,"

Mike put his pencil down and turned around in his swivel chair to face her. "My mom's name is Julie. She's a very beautiful woman and my father loves her so so so much," He extended his arms as if wanted to show her the depth of his father's love for his mom. Tommy's love for his wife. Thinking that Tommy was in love with another woman gave her a minor headache.

At least it wasn't who she had thought it was. "O-kay…," Julie? Who's Julie? Julie Oliver… It didn't seem right.

Tommy's son was looking at her so intently and Kim returned his stare. Her new boss wasn't joking when he told her this kid had an attitude. Funny, but in spite of his manner, Kim still thought he was a bright, charming little boy. And the fact that Tommy was the father didn't have anything to do with it. "You like my father, don't you?"

If Aisha was here, she would crack up laughing at his boldness. Kim tried to put her best still expression when she spoke. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know that you like him,"

Not the best answer, but hey, he's eight. Kim sighed and smoothed her hand over Angie's silky hair. The infant giggled and reached for Kim's hand, grasping her index finger tightly. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mike, but I don't,"

"You don't like him," Mike started again, his arms crossing over his chest. "But you love him?"

Tommy taught his son well, Kim thought with exasperation. Or maybe Uncle Jason did. She so had to kick his butt for this. All of this. "I do like your father. He has been my friend since high school. I wouldn't be here if I didn't like him,"

Surprisingly, Mike grinned at her. The first sign of hospitality he showed ever since she stepped inside the house. He seemed satisfied but refused to elaborate further. "Good. I'm glad that it's not that silly Miss Helen came tonight. She's actually forty three but still thinks she's seventeen and just graduated high school,"

Kim grinned. Finally her effort to make a conversation was appreciated. "Does she fond of you father? Is that why you wanted to know whether or not I had a crush on him?"

Mike gave her a look that made her feel like she was twelve again; as if she had missed the obvious. "No. Because that means I don't have to compete with Dad,"

Kim nearly choked on her tea. "Excuse me?"

"You're beautiful. I like you," Mike said with a frown.

"Thanks you, but we'll talk about that in the future," Kimberly said, swallowing her smile. "Right, Angie?" Kim tickled the baby and she squealed in delight. Mike seemed content with her answer.

"Now you may call me 'Mike'," He declared with a tinge of cockiness in his voice, a wide smile growing across his feature before he returned to his homework. And it took Tommy months to give her signs that he was interested in her.

Beautiful… What a painful reminder, Kim thought sourly.

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Tommy threw his keys to the table near the door and made his way to the living room. The TV was off but the pizza box was laying on the table. As he loosened his tie, Tommy opened the box and found three pieces left. The house was quiet, but it was nearly eleven so the children must have gone to bed. Tommy shrugged off his jacket and headed upstairs.

He slowly turned the doorknob to Mike's room and when he pushed it open, his laughter almost escaped him. Kimberly was sleeping on Mike's bed, with Angie cradled in her arms. What cracked him up was the bulge under Kim's white shirt. Didn't take a genius to figure that Mike, who was dozing against Kim's stomach, had shoved the cushion under Kim's shirt. He hated to break the Kodak moment, but he had to wake Kim from her slumber.

He lifted Mike off Kim and he simply rolled over. Tommy gently shook Kim's shoulder and the petite former pink ranger moaned as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked several times to focus her eyes.

"Kim,"

"Oh, hey," Tommy scooped Angie to his arms and the baby cooed softly. He kissed the side of her head and she sighed in contentment.

"How many months to go?" Tommy teasingly asked the still disoriented brunette. Kim looked radiant with her small rounded belly. "Funny, but how could I not notice that you're expecting a kid when I first saw you?"

"What?" Kim brought herself up and groaned. She pulled out the pillow and gave Tommy a dirty look. If only he wasn't holding Angie in his arms, the soft stuff would have landed on his face. "You must be proud, Dad,"

"Don't look at me," Tommy's eyes glistened with mirth. Kim threw the covers away and he stepped back to give her some rooms. "How about you go downstairs and after I put Angie inside her crib, we talk?"

Right… Then she could know who the heck Julie was and why the wedding invitation never reached her. Kim nodded and after tousling Mike's hair, she stood up. They're both in for a long evening.

"Kimberly… Marry me," Mike mumbled to his pillow and this time Tommy snickered. Kim sent him a desperate look.

"That's your son, alright,"

:: Thanks for reading! Please review, no flame though. No more oneshots for a while, at least I hope so. I'll try to concentrate in finishing my series first. Expect an update for either TSTM&TS or NBE after this ;)

- Yuuri