I don't own the power rangers. Just the story.

"So you would be interested in holding a clinic for the girls?"

Kimberly smiled and nodded, "Of course. They asked such great questions and seem so passionate about everything. I would be honored to work with them."

"You have no idea how much this will mean to them." She shook Kim's hand again; "They've been talking about you for weeks. This will send them over the moon!"

"That's so kind." She almost had to yell to be heard over the growing crowd. The coach had told her there was a pep rally right after her meeting with the gymnastics team. The gym was filling up fast. "I think it will be a great opportunity for both me and the team."

The coach kept talking, but a movement across the gym caught Kimberly's eye. A tall, dark haired man was heading her way with a grin on his face. He caught Kim's eye and winked. Kim couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry," she apologized to the still talking gymnastics coach, "I see someone I know and I should say hello. Please call me and we'll set up a day and time for the clinic this week." She shook hands with the woman one last time and headed across the gym floor.

"If it isn't the world famous Kimberly Hart. Come to grace us mere mortals with your presence?"

"Very funny, Jason." She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her in a huge hug.

"It's good to see you, Hart."

"You, too, Jase." Her voice was muffled in his red t-shirt. "What are you doing here?" she asked once he broke his hold around her.

"Honestly? Trini sent me." He grinned at her frown. "I know, she can be a little hard to handle when she gets an idea in her head."

"You're telling me." She sighed, "What are you supposed to do with me?"

"Take you to lunch." He laughed, "I'm supposed to kidnap you, probably tie you up, gag you, the whole thing, and then call her when you're safely in my jeep. She'll give me the coordinates to an undisclosed location where I'm sure you'll be tortured."

"Sounds like a party."

"Nothing you can't deal with."

Kim laughed. "Fine, I'll go. I just have to-" She went silent.

"Kim? What's wrong?"

But she had stopped listening. Instead her focus was on a second man who had walked into the gym. He looked different than the last time she had seen him. His hair was shorter – much shorter – and he held himself differently. He had always walked like a leader, but now he walked like a god. He was dressed humbly in jeans and a button up, black shirt and was stopping to talk with various students. All the girl looked at him like he was the epitome of their teenage dreams, and Kim remembered when he had been that for her.

"What are you looing at?" Jason looked over his shoulder. "Oh." He moved so he was directly in front of her. She had to stand on her toes to see over his shoulder. "Why is he here?" she whispered, worried he would hear her.

"You didn't know he would be here?"

She shook her head and continued to watch as he slowly worked his way through obviously admiring students towards Jason.

"What do you want to do?" Jason asked, putting a hand on her arm to snap her back into reality.

Kim continued to watch him walk across the gym. When was the last time she had seen him? It had been years. It had years of watching the news and reading articles religiously. Years of waiting to see his obituary. Years of worrying. It had been years since she had really seen Tommy Oliver.

"Kim?"

"Why is he here?" she asked again.

It was like he heard her. His eyes snapped up from the girl he was talking to and caught hers. She felt her heart stop and her stomach drop. Suddenly she couldn't breath. She tried to look away, tried to move, but she couldn't.

"Kim!" Jason grabbed her arm again and pulled her back to the present moment. "What do you want to do?"

She looked over his should again and saw that Tommy was heading towards them as fast as possible without running.

"Run," she whispered.

"What?" Jason leaned closer to her.

"I want to run."

He nodded. "Red jeep, parked in front. I'll meet you there. Don't leave."

"Yeah." She turned and hurried out of the gym, out of the school, and into the parking lot. Finding the jeep wasn't difficult, and she leaned against the side.

What the hell?

What the actual hell?

She sank to the ground. The asphalt burned her legs a little, but she didn't care. He was here. The only thing separating her and Tommy was a few walls. A few flimsy walls he could probably karate chop his way through if he really wanted to. She had been in the same building as he was, and she had agreed to go back!

Suddenly something clicked in her head – Trini had known. And instead of tell her not to go to the school, she had let her walk willingly into this absurd trap! Kim was let out a frustrated sigh. How dare Trini. How dare Jason. How dare everyone. She stood up and began walking towards he car. This was ridiculous and not what she had signed up for when she had caught the plane back to the states.

"Hey!" Jason jogged from the front of the school to his jeep. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment." She kept walking.

"Kim, come on."

"Come on?" She spun around to face him. "I didn't know he was here, Jason. I was with Trini this morning, and she knew I was coming here, and she didn't tell me."

"You wouldn't have done your speech or whatever if she had."

"Exactly." Kim reached for the door handle of her silver convertible. "I don't need to be in his life, and he doesn't need to be in mine. I would have cancelled and left." She unlocked the car and slid into the leather seat. "I'm not doing this, Jase. It's not fair for anyone."

"Kimberly…"

"Just-" she sighed. "I'll call Trini. The three of us can have a meal before I leave. But it's not happening now."

He nodded and stepped back. "Okay. Drive safe."

Kim closed the door, started the car, and backed out of the parking space. As she switched gears, she noticed a shape in the front doors of the school. Tommy was leaning against the glass door, watching her drive away. She had to stop a hysterical laugh from escaping her throat. Of course he was there. Of course.