I don't own the characters. Just the story.

"On the house," the bartender said as he handed her another cold bottle.

"Louis, this is not the first one tonight. You've got to let me pay at some point!"

"Not a chance," he put the beer in her hand. "Pretty girl like you brings in business."

"Uh-huh." She took a long sip. "And this would have nothing to do with that date you asked me out on last time I was here?"

"Hey," he laughed and moved closer to her, "you said you would think about it. Just giving you something to help you think."

"Right," she said laughing. "Thanks for that."

"Any time." He grinned and went to help another customer.

She had gone home, originally. Changed out of gym clothes and into jeans and a pink tank top. Laughing into her beer, she realized that she had been wearing a lot of pink lately. It must be this place. How could a ranger, current or retired, wear any other color? She laughed again and took another drink.

Once she changed clothes, she had thought about calling Trini. Maybe asking her to dinner, but she hadn't really felt like putting on a happy face and pretending she was perfectly fine after this afternoon. So, not wanting to be totally alone, she had come here. The bar was the perfect place to wallow in her misery and bad decisions and feel sorry for herself.

"Can I get something stronger?" She asked Louis as he came back around.

"Your usual?"

"Sounds perfect."

"You can put that on my tab." A tall man sat on the seat beside her. "And I'll have another," he held up a nearly empty bottle. "Alex," he said holding his hand out to her.

"Kimberly." She shook his hand. "Thank you for the drink."

"My pleasure. You look like you need it."

She laughed, "Okay. Well." She took the glass Louis handed her. "Thanks again." Turning slightly away from him her gaze rose to the TV above the liquor bottles. She downed her drink in one gulp when she saw the story that was one.

"Louis," she pointed at the glass. It was quickly refilled, and as she sipped (or gulped, whatever) she watched as the cameras captured yet another giant monster doing its best to kill the Power Rangers that were up against it.

"Crazy, huh." Alex said.

Kim ignored him, trying to figure out if any of the rangers were him.

"If you ask me, the Power Rangers are idiots. Dressing up in spandex and fighting monsters from space. It's stupid. They probably make all the costumes in their basements."

She clenched her teeth and continued ignoring him. It wasn't his fault he didn't know. She went back to watching the rangers that were currently fighting across the screen. None of them looked like him, but he had changed so much. She didn't know if he even still fought the same way.

"You're really into that, aren't you." He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "If you're interested, I'm sure we could have some fun with that back at my place."

Kim jerked away from him. "I am not interested," she replied firmly.

"Come on," he grabbed her wrist, "let's just get out of here."

"Let go, please." Kim tried to pull her arm away, but he held tight.

"Just come one."

She sighed and pulled her arm down so that he was pulled out of his chair. Once he was on the ground, Kimberly stood. "I said I'm not interested." She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and put it on the bar. "Thanks, Louis." As she was walking away, something caught her eye on the television.

He was in black. And he still fought exactly the same. Alex was right about one thing; this particular ranger was an idiot.

"And that's why it would end badly," she said to no one as she walked out of the bar. "Because he's going to get himself killed."

"I'm coming!" Kim yelled loudly. Throwing back the blankets, she angrily climbed out of bed.

Another knock. Louder this time. She frowned. Who in their right mind would be knocking on her door in the middle of the night?! No one who wanted to live, that was for sure.

She made her way through the kitchen, seething all the way. Whoever it was was still knocking. Still! "What?" she all but shouted, opening the door. And then she froze. Tommy was standing in front of her, a huge gash still bleeding across his cheek and his hair a mess- like it had been in a helmet.

"Can I come in? Please?"

It took her a minute to realize he was actually there. Tommy Oliver, whom she had worked so hard to avoid and whom she had basically told to leave her the hell alone was standing on her doorstep. Shaking her head in disbelief, Kimberly took a step back, and he walked in. "What are you doing here, Tommy?"

He started pacing back and forth across her kitchen. "I know I shouldn't be. I promised myself I wouldn't. I told myself I would stay away from you. Trini told me where you live. I bribed her," he said with a laugh. He was talking fast and walking back and forth across the tile just as quickly. "I don't know if you saw the news. I hope you didn't. There was this girl. She was in all pink, Kim. All pink. Who wears all pink these days? She almost died. I got stepped on. Those helmets are strong. Mine shattered, though." He laughed again, rubbing his hand across the bloody side of his face.

She walked behind him and opened the freezer. Pulling out an ice pack, she turned around to face him. "Stop talking." She placed the cold pack on the back of his neck and steered him toward a chair. "Just sit down and shut up."

He was burning up under her hands. It was a side effect of the ranger powers – your core body temp was raised to dangerous levels. The energy was part of it, too. She could remember the nights after a battle when she and Tommy were too wired to settle down. Too heated to go their separate ways. That was how they ended up in his Jeep that very first night.

"What?" Tommy whispered catching her blush.

"Nothing. Let me go get something to clean that with." She began to brush his hair back but stopped short, stood up, and headed toward the bathroom. She would patch him up and kick him out. She shouldn't even do that much for him, but she was a nice person. Or at least she was trying to be. She knelt down to dig for her first aide kit under the sink. He shouldn't be here. He had said it himself. Kim sighed. She would patch him up and kick him out.

He was standing up, looking through the papers on her kitchen counter when she returned. "Find anything good?"

He smiled, still looking down. "Sorry. I just couldn't sit still."

She sighed. "I know." She set down the kit and walked over to the sink. "Come here and let me clean that out."

Tommy walked over to her and leaned down so she could use the sprayer in the sink to clean the wound. "What's PR Gymnastics?"

She made sure the water was cool before beginning. "A gymnastics studio."

"In Florida?"

"Mmhmm." Kim leaned closer to him. There was still class embedded in the cut. "There's one in France, too. Stay there." She walked over to the table to grab a pair of tweezers.

"Looks pretty lucrative."

She laughed and began picking out the small pieces of glass. "I guess."

"What does the PR stand for?" He asked like he didn't already know.

"Nothing." Kim frowned and continued washing out the wound. "Everyone asks that. It doesn't stand for anything." She could be passive-aggressive too. "I think this needs stitches." She stood up and dried off her hands. "Do you want me to call Trini?"

He straightened up and looked at his reflection in the window above the sink. "Would you just do it?"

She hesitated. "I don't think-"

"Come on, Kimberly. You've done them for me before."

"I'm not the one with medical training. Trini is ten times more qualified." She grabbed her cell phone off the counter. "I'm calling her."

"Either you do it or I won't bother." Tommy took her phone out of her hands.

She glared at him. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

He shrugged and sat back down in the kitchen chair.

Kim scowled at him a moment more before snatching a stitch kit out of the box. "Fine. The quicker I do them the sooner you can leave."

"Fine." He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

She ripped open the plastic. "Why are you even here, Tommy?"

"The girl. She was wearing all pink."

"I'm sure you see girls wearing pink everyday."

"Yeah. But she almost died. And for a second I thought-"

"That she was me?"

"Yeah."

"She wasn't."

"Can you blame me for wanting to see you?"

"This isn't about blame."

"What's it about?" His eyes opened and met hers.

"You tell me." She refused to look at him. "You wanted to check in on me? You could have had Trini call. In fact, she and I are supposed to have breakfast in a few hours; you could have waited and asked her about it. You could have waited until randomly seeing me at the school. You could have done a million things." Kim cut the filament and stepped back. "But you're here."

"Yeah." Tommy stood up. "I'm here." He took a step towards her.

"Move one more inch and I will run you clean through with these scissors. And then you'll have to call Trini."

"Kim..." he took another step.

"No." She held the scissors out like they really would stop him.

He sighed and grabbed her wrist, pulling the scissors out of her grip. "Do you really feel like you need something to protect you? It's me."

She tried to pull her arm away, but he wouldn't let go. "I don't need anything to protect me. I can take care of myself."

"I know that." Tommy dropped his hand. "Look, I didn't come here to fight. I didn't come here for anything. I just had to come here."

Kimberly walked away from him and into the bedroom. It was the farthest room from the kitchen and she needed space. She was angry. She laughed as she acknowledged the emotion. She had never been angry with him, or at least never admitted it, but now… Now she was angry.

"I can't believe you came here," she said slowly when she heard him walk up behind her. "I can't believe you even thought about coming here." She turned on her heel to face him with her hands in fists at her side. "I left Angel Grove. I left, and I got out. And I swore I would never be as stupid as that 17 year old girl again."

"Kim."

"Shut. Up." She took a deep breath. "I loved you. All I wanted, all I cared about was you. I was stupid and selfish. Even more so when I lost my coin to Kat and expected you to give away yours."

"I had no idea-"

"I am still talking!" she snapped. Kim took another deep breath. "I was so angry. I was angry at you, angry at myself." Another deep breath. "And I just realized that I am still angry." She sat down on the edge of her bed. "I'm still really, really angry."

"Kim." Tommy started to move close, but paused. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Yeah." Kim looked down at her hands.

Tommy sat next to her on the bed. "I'm angry too, Kim."

She nodded. "At me."

"At you. At me. At everything." He smoothed out a wrinkle in the white sheets. "I guess I came here because I wanted some kind of closure, maybe." He paused and then chuckled, "That's not true. I don't want to let you go. I haven't let you go."

"Because you're angry with me?"

"Yes. No." He shook his head. "Kim, you broke my heart. And then you came back, and then you left and broke it again. And now I see you after ten years."

"And it's all still there."

"Yeah."

She moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I didn't know you were here. I shouldn't have come back" she whispered.

She felt Tommy nod.