Here's the second chapter.

Shoutouts to all my amazing supporters.

Hope ya like!

Katherine's blue eyes opened slowly. The blonde yawned, then, took notice of the fact that she was in a room that was obviously not hers. What? She shook her head, as though she was trying to shake away the grogginess and confusion. When she felt something stir next to her, she quickly turned to see a sleeping Rocky. Kat was about to frown until memories from the night before began filling her brain... oh. Her face heated up a little and she sat up straight.

'I really wasn't thinking straight at all last night. I wasn't even really thinking!' she thought. But who could blame her after what had happened with Brian? Well, he certainly hadn't been on her mind last night during... . She was grateful for the break from having to think about Brian and exactly what had gone wrong between them. She was grateful for Rocky. She never thought they'd spend the night together, but... well, she was still lucky to have him as a friend. He'd been so sweet.

"Kat?"

She looked to her right to see him yawning and sitting up straight. A half-smile appeared on her face- which was still a little warm.

"Morning," she said softly.

"Morning," he said, stretching. He looked around his bedroom, then, down at his bare chest. Kat was wearing one of his t-shirts. When images from the night before began flooding his mind, a wave of shyness crashed over him. Yeah, shyness. Him. Of all people. It was one emotion he'd never been very familiar with. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands over his face. "Look, Kat-"

"Rocky, I-" she began at the same time. They both fell silent and looked at each other.

"Go ahead," Rocky said.

"No, it's okay. You can go first. Really," she said.

He took a deep breath. "Well, I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I feel like I took advantage-"

"Again, Rocky, you were given the advantage. It's really all right. Actually, I wanna thank you because, well, in a way, I think what happened last night was exactly what I needed," she said. It was true. The whole thing was still kind of weird, but, she was telling the truth.

"Uh, did- nah, forget it," he said. What was he thinking? This wasn't just some normal situation for them. He couldn't ask that.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"I don't want you to think I'm a jerk," he said.

"You'll have to work pretty hard to ever make me think that," she said, squeezing his shoulder.

He smiled a little at that. "Well, I was gonna ask... how was- well, did you-"

Kat- who got what he was trying to say- couldn't help grinning. It was cute how he was fumbling. "Nothing to worry about, Rocky. You passed." He grinned almost sheepishly and that only seemed to make him even cuter.

Rocky got out of the bed and stood. "Well, hope you're hungry 'cause I'm gonna get started on breakfast. If you're not hungry, you can get your thrills outta watching me eat."

Kat laughed. "That's always been thrilling," she quipped as she got out of bed as well. He laughed, then, led the way out of the room.

"I still don't get why we're here," Zack Taylor said in irritation to his best friend that afternoon.

"Because we don't have a choice, man," Jason told the dance instructor with a laugh.

Zack, Aisha Campbell, Kim and Jason had arrived at the furniture store in Angel Grove Mall about an hour earlier. Both Kim and Aisha desired new sofas and they'd insisted that their other halves come along for the ride. Zack and Aisha had gotten together two years earlier and engaged a few months ago. Aisha was a veterinarian. Anyway, the original black and red rangers had gotten bored not even five minutes after arriving.

"And you know that we're not gonna be "just furniture shopping" like they claimed. We're in their house of worship," Zack said, shaking his head.

"You said it. Man. What would they do if malls weren't allowed in California?" Jason said.

Zack's eyes widened in horror at the thought. "I know what I'd do. Run." Jason laughed and nodded. Zack looked over at his fiancee and lifelong friend. They were talking heatedly about a plum-colored sofa. Aisha looked over and met his eyes. She grinned and gestured for him to come over. He groaned and headed over.

Jason started to laugh at his "tortured" friend until his wife turned and gestured for him to come over as well. Jason sighed and followed Zack.

"Aisha and I were saying how great this couch would look in our living room, Jase. What do you guys think?" Kim asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"It's cool," Zack said with a shrug.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Jason said indifferently.

Aisha and Kim rolled their eyes at each other. "Men," they said in unison. Then, Aisha looked at her fiance and friend.

"The least you two could do is act like you care," she said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Tell me about it," Kim said. "Jase, this is important."

"Yeah, man. Furniture's life and death. Don't you know that by now?" Zack said, mock disbelief. He and Jason slapped palms and laughed.

"If you two keep it up, we're making you come to the shoe store with us," Aisha warned lightly. Not surprisingly, the laughter stopped abruptly and the former yellow ranger smiled triumphantly.

"Kim, if this is the couch you want, get it," Jason said. "Anything's fine with me."

"Anything, huh? What'd you say to a yellow sofa with purple polka dots?" Kim said with a smirk.

"Hey, if it means my butt has something to sit on while I watch TV, I say: bring it on," Jason said- causing his wife and friends to laugh.

It was now six days later- Saturday morning- and Rocky and Kat hadn't brought up their night together again. Nor had they told their friends or saw any real reason to. Anyway, Rocky'd just showered and when he exited the bathroom- towel wrapped around his waist- his telephone began ringing. He sort of hurried into his bedroom and up to his nightstand.

"Who the..." he wondered aloud as he stared at the unfamiliar number on the caller ID. He pressed the "talk" button. "Hello?"

"Hey, cutie!" came an extremely cheerful, female voice.

Rocky frowned in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, but, he couldn't quite place it. "Uh, who's this?"

"You don't know who I am? That hurts, Wockeee," she said.

Realization filled him then. "Oh. Hey, Cait." He and Caitlin Buchanan- who was twenty-five and a masseuse- had been seeing each other on and off for the last year. It wasn't serious and they'd agreed it wouldn't be from the start. They were kind of each others' stand-in date. Basically, each others', well, booty call. Rocky was fine with that because while she was a decent enough person on the surface and all, she wasn't somebody a guy could have a serious relationship with. And she was kind of annoying.

"Helloooooooo? Rocky Balboa, are you still there?" she asked.

"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. So, I haven't heard from you in a few weeks. Whatcha been up to?" he asked, only mildly interested.

She laughed and he couldn't help wincing a little. Her laugh was so high-pitched. "Oh, not muuuuch. I've been looking for another apartment."

"Oh, yeah? The one you're in now is pretty cool. Why do you wanna move?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Because of a stupid rent raise. Can you believe it? This place isn't even all that great anyway," she said, scoffing.

"Man, that sucks. I bet your landlord just loves his job," Rocky said with a slight laugh.

She laughed as if Rocky'd told the world's funniest joke and he shook his head. "God, Rockyyyyy! You're so funny!"

"I'm just a hoot and a half," he said dryly. When more loud, annoying, ear-splitting laughter sounded on the other end, he held the phone away from his ear slightly. 'Whew! I'm almost scared to see how she'd react to a real joke,' he thought. "So, how's the apartment search going so far?" he asked once he felt his ear ready to do its job of hearing again.

"Crappy!" she yelled.

"Where've you been look-" he began.

"And you know what else? I need to go grocery shopping! My fridge is almost compleeeetely empty. Sucks!" she said in her overexuberant way.

"An empty fridge definitely doesn't work. Something like that should be illegal," he said, meaning it- considering. "So, back to the apartment search, where've-" He was cut off by a loud scream. He gripped the phone tighter. "What happened?"

"I'm almost outta soap," she said with an almost dramatic sigh.

Almost out of... "Oh. Talk about cause for a panic attack," he said, unable to resist.

"Oh! I just remembered why I called you! My mind's all over the place, so, that's why I didn't say anything right away. You know how it is. I mean, sometimes, I'll call someone and why I called will never even come up in the conversation. Why? 'Cause I can't remember! Craaaaazy, huh? There was this one time I called this friend of mine- Bianca- and I- wait. Wait a minnnnurino! I've told you about her, haven't I? Actually, I think you guys've met. Yeah! You guys met a few months ago. She's a redhead. Green eyes. Remember her? Well, you probably don't since she didn't stick around for very long and you guys only met once. You'd looooove her! She rocks. In fact, I really think that-" Cait was rambling.

"Cait, Cait!" he cut in. "Hit the brakes there, will ya?" he said with a laugh. He knew he'd always been the energetic type, but, damn!

"Oops!" she said with that flesh-crawling laugh. "Anyway, how 'bout we get together later on tonight for drinks or whatever?"

"Sure," he said. Why not? He had nothing better to do anyway.

She was walking down a long, well-lit corridor. She was dressed in a long, flowing, silk, white nightgown. There was soft music playing. She had no idea where she was or where she was going. She looked around with a frown on her face. Why was she here? What was here? What was going on? She suddenly heard laughter.

She stopped in her tracks and a slightly warbled voice told her to keep going. Huh? She looked up. Who'd just said that? Was she in heaven or something? But she wasn't dead... was she? What in the world was going on here? She heard the laughter once again and narrowed her eyes. Then, she began running down the hall. When she reached the end, she turned to her right to see a little girl standing in the doorway. She looked about four or five and she was all dressed in white. Blond hair, brown eyes. Big grin on her face.

"Who are you?" she asked the child. But she somehow felt like she already knew the answer. This child felt strongly familiar.

The little girl just giggled and hugged the woman. Then, she turned and ran- ignoring pleas to come back.

"Hey!" the woman yelled.

"I'll be back!" the little girl yelled back cheerfully... .

Kat awoke with a start, breathing heavily. A dream. It'd been a dream. A very weird dream. Why would she have such a crazy dream? Had it been something she'd eaten? Drank? A movie she'd watched? What? She sighed and slowly lay down on the bed again and turned onto her side.

'Well, I'm not in the mood to try and figure it out right now,' she thought as she yawned and closed her eyes.

All I can say is ya gotta add a lil crazy humor sometimes- as far as Cait goes. A crazy ex may not appear, but, that doesn't mean somebody in the fic won't be a lil out there, LOL! Well, Cya!