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Chapter Six

Kimberly's POV

I flicked through the channels listlessly, trying to choose a program to watch. Knowing my luck I knew there would not be anything on. I stopped the TV on the music channel and let the music play. I needed to do my homework anyways. My thoughts wandered to the fight in the park earlier in the day. I was so weak still, and though I'd helped beat the putties it was still difficult to accept that I was a Power Ranger again. I wasn't just any Power Ranger either; I was me the Pink Ranger. Standing I walked through the balcony doors and leaned over the edge, resting my arms on top of the concrete wall. I saw again the accident flash through my eyes. Without thinking, I touched my knee. The surgeries to repair it had gone well; I was now just waiting for it to finish recovering.

Hearing someone knock on the door, I slowly walked back inside and over to the white door. Looking out I was shocked to find Tommy on the other end. How did he find out my address? I knew I hadn't told anyone where I was living. Without thinking about what I looked like I opened the door. I realized that Tommy looked awful. "Come on in," I said to him slowly, holding the door open for him.

"Thanks," stepping in he went into the living room and collapsed on my couch. I furrowed by brow in thought, trying to find out what was wrong with him.

"Are you ok?" I asked him finally, sitting in my chair, so I could prop my leg up. Without looking at him, I picked up my heating pad and carefully sat it on the scared part.

"Is that," Tommy hesitated as he watched my actions.

"Yes, it hurts quite a bit tonight." I told him honestly. There was no point in hiding it from him because I had never been able to before.

I watched him confused like as he pulled a chair over to me and sat in front of me. He slowly lifted the heating pad away and with his fingers, began to gently massage the sore tissues. Without even thinking about it I relaxed into his old familiar touch. I knew he had come here for a reason but right now? That didn't matter. In time he slowed the massage and lifted his eyes to my face. I felt them on me and forced my eyes to open. I smiled at him slowly, cautiously.

"I'm sorry," Tommy told me. "When you sent me that letter I should have done something about it. After all we'd been through together I couldn't believe that you would break up with me through a letter."

"I didn't want you to feel obligated. Six months ago I was told I'd never walk again. I didn't think it would be fair, I mean you're out saving the world and the most I was able to do was feed myself. Why would a guy like you be interested in a girl who couldn't walk?" I glanced apprehensively at Tommy.

"I love you, Kim; I wouldn't have cared if you couldn't walk. I still would have loved you," Tommy said his eyes focused on me. "You should have given me a choice before acting. It hurt me so bad, that it took a long time to get over it, which I guess I still am not."

I had subconsciously noticed that he was no longer massaging my knee, but instead had reached forward and taken my hands. I looked down at our hands clasped together. How many times in the past six months had I hoped to feel his hands?

flashback

I screamed out in pain and frustration. My leg hurt, my ribs hurt, my head hurt. Why wouldn't they just leave me alone? Instead they keep poking and prodding. I need rest!

"Kimberly," Dr. Ormston's voice barely registered over the pain I was feeling. "You're going to be ok. Your knee is healing; you don't have to have anymore surgeries. The other good news I have is that in a few weeks you will be ready for physical therapy. It is time for you to walk again."

"I don't want to!" I told him firmly, crossing my arms stubbornly.

"Why?" He asked me simply.

"It hurts. And besides what's the point? I broke up with the man I love because of this. All I really want is for him to hold me. He would know what to say or do to make me feel better." I glared at the doctor.

"Kimberly, then do it for him. Fight to get better so you can go fight for him!" The doctor was smarter then I gave him credit for. You know what though? He's right, I know I'm going to make it and maybe just maybe he still loves me.

end of flashback

"Kim," Tommy's voice registered, snapping me back into reality. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, "nothing I was just thinking back to a conversation I had with Dr. Ormston when I was still in the hospital. He was my doctor for about five months." I smiled as I thought about the sweet doctor who was very much like a father to me. Since mine had ran off and left the family, Dr. Ormston, whom I now fondly called Eric, was as close as a father figure I now had.

"What about?" Tommy was inquisitive and I should have known he'd want to know, but I shook my head firmly. This was not the time for me to explain it to him.

"What did you come here for?" I asked him finally. I figured it was time to find out why he was here tonight.

"To apologize like I did and hope that just maybe we can at least be friends?" His gaze was hopeful like a puppy that one hates to hurt.

I stood suddenly, walking away from him, to the balcony. I stepped outside and leaned against the cold wall. Turning I looked back at the man who was now standing in the doorway watching me. "We could never just be friends Tommy." I turned back to lean against the wall, resting my arms on the top, I stared across the expanse of open space. I had gotten lucky in that my apartment building sat close to the park so I could look at the park instead of other buildings. Suddenly I felt Tommy standing right behind me. I held my breath as he rested his chin on top of my head, and wrapped his arms around me loosely.

"I don't want to be just friends, Kim. I was hoping that you'd want to be at least friends. I thought you were mad at me or something. That's why I came to see if we could be friends. I love you though and I'll always want more."

I didn't respond to Tommy's words except to lean back against him. I took his hands in mine and our fingers laced together like they'd been doing it for years. I leaned my head back far enough so that I could see his eyes. His gaze was filled with warmth for me. I loved this man, and I knew that somehow everything would be alright now.

A/N: Well they are not quite together so don't start thinking that yet. Rather you can if you want to I guess, but that's for you to think. A hint about the next chapter:

"I can't do this!" I yelled at him

"If I didn't think you could do you think I would have brought you here today?" Tommy asked paitently.