DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. But I dream frequently of how different things may have been if I did.

SUMMARY: Tommy now knows the whole story of what happened to Kim. He blames himself as usual. What happens next? I'M NOT TELLING. At least, not until you read on.

A/N: I know it's been taking a long time in between posts. But Real Life has been a royal pain in the butt lately. Hopefully I'll be able to update faster now.

Tommy left the house with a numb feeling sitting right in the center of his chest. He couldn't believe what he'd put Kimberly through. He got on the motorcycle he kept at the house, kicking it into life before riding away.

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Kim watched him ride away with tears streaming down her face. Turning away from the window, she walked out of the room and started looking for Jason. She knew that he had to have said something to make Tommy walk out like that.

"Miss Kimberly?" Spencer asked, standing in front of her. She smiled sadly and shook her head. The butler nearly always seemed to be exactly where he was needed and when he was needed. "Can I help you with something?"

"I need to find Jason. Do you know where he is, Spencer?"

"I was just in the kitchen with Billy, Kim. I thought you were resting." Jason's voice behind her made her spin around.

"What did you say to Tommy?"

"What do you mean? I haven't spoken to Tommy since he left your room."

"Then why did he just ride away on his motorcycle without a helmet on? Where was he going and what does he know?"

"He didn't have his helmet on?" Billy stood just behind Jason. The look on his face told Kim that something was really wrong. "Jason, he really must have heard everything."

"What do you mean 'he heard everything'? What were you two talking about?"

"Jason told me the whole story, Kim. Tommy must have overheard everything." He sighed. "If he rode off without his helmet, I think I know where he might be going. His uncle has a private racetrack nearby that he lets Tommy run when nothing else seems to help him focus. There's two cars there right now….. oh no."

"What?" Kim and Jason asked at the same time.

"His uncle's experimental car is there. He doesn't want Tommy running it because of the engine. There's a problem with it and he's afraid that it might blow on him."

Before Billy could say another word, Kim was off, running as fast as she could for the door and her cousin's motorcycle.

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Pulling up in front of the garage, Tommy shut off the bike and climbed off. He walked into the building. He checked over both cars and opened the door leading out onto the track.

Climbing into the white and red car, he started the engine and revved it a few times before putting the car in gear and pulling out onto the track.

As he drove around the track, building up speed with each lap, he thought about the things he'd heard Jason telling Billy in the kitchen.

'She gave up gymnastics because she thought she'd lost me. She was nearly raped and starved because of me. And yet she acts as though she still loves me. Like she still wants to be around me. How?'

He didn't notice the shimmy that started as he crossed the yellow line on his speedometer. He was too busy mentally beating himself up for what, in his mind, he'd done to Kim. Why hadn't he gone to see her? Why hadn't he called her?

He didn't even notice when Kim ran up to the pit wall and watched him run. She stared in rapt fascination as he ran the car around the track. Suddenly, though, she saw smoke start pouring out of the engine. "Tommy!" she screamed, knowing that he couldn't hear her.

In her mind, she was seeing the accident all over again. But on the track, Tommy was fighting to control something that had already spiraled far beyond that. He felt the shimmy getting stronger and he realized that something was seriously wrong.

As he rounded the fourth turn, he caught a glimpse of the bright pink shirt that Kimberly had been wearing. She was here? How? Who would have told her where to find him?

The smoke started rolling past his window and he suddenly couldn't even see the track. Hopefully, the engine would just die like it had before.

The engine didn't die. It blew, lifting the front end of the car and flipping it onto the roof. Tommy felt his head whip around, banging the inside of the helmet. His world went black and he felt nothing more.

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Kimberly felt herself falling as she screamed. Two strong arms caught her and gently lowered her to the ground. "Billy! Call for help! I'll go check on him! Mack, you stay with Kimberly. Get her talking to you. She's in shock."

Mack nodded as Jason ran to the car to see Tommy hanging unconscious in the harness. Very carefully, he removed his friend's helmet and checked his pulse. He found it. It wasn't very strong but it was there.

"Tommy, what have you done now?"

****

Jason and Billy sat in the ER waiting for word on Kim and Tommy. Kim had gone catatonic about the time Billy made the announcement that the ambulance was on the way. Tyzon had loaded Kim into one of his rescue vehicles and taken her straight to the hospital.

As the doctor walked out into the waiting room, the two friends stood up along with Mack and Andrew. "Kimberly's going to be fine. We have her sedated for now. We want to keep her overnight just as a precaution."

"Of course," Andrew said. "Is there any word on Tommy?"

"Apparently, he's in a coma. We don't know anything more. He could come out of it at any time or it may take a longer time. It's rather up to him now."

"Can we see them?"

"Of course. With Tommy, I would recommend only one at a time. But Kimberly could use several visitors. It would help her recovery rate."

"Thank you, doctor," Andrew said. His eyes were sad as he thought of all that his niece and her young man had been through over the years.

The doctor told them which rooms the two would be in and then left them. "Mack and I are going to check on Kimberly. Why don't you two check on Tommy?"

"Sounds good, Andrew. We'll let you know how he's doing."

"Thank you. We'll see you two later." Andrew and Mack headed toward Kimberly's room while Jason and Billy headed the opposite direction to check on Tommy.