I laid in my bunk in the sleeping quarters, trying my best to get some sleep. The room was quiet though, the only sound in the dark was that of the lights humming in the hallway. Tommy hadn't come to bed yet, still training in the rooms up the hallway. Every now and then, I heard him let out a yell during his kata or during an attack. Even though I wished he would come back to the room, I didn't go up to talk to him. It wouldn't do any good anyway. No matter how hard I've tried, he hasn't talked about what was bothering him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going through his thick skull.

After the incident on the Seventh Floor that left me nearly on my death bed, Tommy had basically done everything he could do to enhance his battle mood. He trained when we weren't fighting and he worked with Billy on how to make our weapons stronger. When we were alone, he did his best to not look at me but still managed to kiss me when he felt I needed it. We hadn't had a genuine embrace since he say I was okay. An invisible blanket of tension had fallen between us and I wasn't sure how to pull it away. I knew he blamed himself. I saw it in his eyes each time he braved a glance at me. I did my best to show him that I was okay. There hadn't even been a scar where the dagger had sunk into my stomach. I had healed well in the medical bay, no damage left from the injury. I told him this day after day but it did nothing to help him get over the fact he had held the dagger that almost killed me.

Sitting up, I tossed my feet over the side of the bunk and stood. The tile was cold under my bare feet as I walked over to he side of the room where my light pink flip flops were. Sliding them on my feet, I grabbed my grey sweat jacket from the closet near the door and tossed it over my pink tank top. It had been warm when I came to bed, causing me to change into shorts and tank top before crawling into the metal framed bed. Now as I ventured out into the hallway, I could tell the desert outside had cooled with the setting sun. The Command Center felt chilly, the blue color of the walls and floor adding to the effect of being under water.

Walking up the hallway, I heard heavy breathing and the sound of something smacking another object. Peering into the third door on the right, I watched as Tommy beat the living hell out of a punching bag that hung from the ceiling. The black and red bag hung from the ceiling, bouncing with each strike as Tommy used all his force to attack the stuffed opponent. His face was sweaty and hard with concentration, anger setting into his eyes. Raising his leg, he spun and kicked the bag with so much force that the chain holding it to the ceiling whined under the impact. He did it again and again, letting out frustrated grunts each time he landed. With his final kick, he missed his landing and he fell backwards onto the grey matt under his feet. He swore under his breath, not moving to stand up.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, startling him. He looked up from the floor, a glint of fear in his eyes until he registered that it was me. His face softened slightly as he looked away from my face.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He replied, leaning up against the wall behind him. He had shed his tank top, leaving his chest bare and wore only shorts now. Entering the room, I walked over and sat next to him. He flinched as my knee bumped against his leg.

"Tommy, this needs to stop."

"What?" He asked, not looking at me.

"Well, for one thing, I'd appreciate it if you would start looking at me when we talk." I said, a feeling of annoyance building in my chest. I knew he felt bad and all but this was getting ridiculous. I was alive.

"Sorry." He mumbled, turning to face me. His eyes still didn't meet mine though.

"I don't understand how to help you. I told you that I wasn't upset with you. I've shown you that I'm fine. Even everyone has told you they aren't mad at you. Why are you still beating yourself up about this? You were under a spell! There's nothing you could have done to stop yourself from doing it." I said, gripping his shoulder. He shook his head, finally locking eyes with me.

"I gutted you like a fish, Kim. How am I exactly supposed to just get over that? You may have forgiven me but I haven't forgiven myself. I led you there and put you in harms way. I shouldn't have begged you to join Rosita's side. I was being selfish, wanting you there with me even though I knew you would be in danger."

"That's part of the job! Being a Power Ranger isn't exactly a stroll through the park. I'm an adult who made my own decision to go, Tommy. All that blame you are putting on yourself it's right. I wanted to be there just as much as you wanted me to be there. I put the whole team in jeopardy. Not you."

"I'm sure me trying to kill them didn't help much either." He replied, running a hand through his short, sweaty hair. He sighed, hanging his head low. "I know I was under the spell but part of me was still conscious. I told you before. It was different than Rita's spell. I could control what I was doing. I could have tried harder to stop it."

"Stop it? Tommy, I was there! You weren't in any control of your body. She used that globe thing to put you in deeper. You weren't even capable of saving yourself at that point, let alone try to stop me from getting hurt. You looked just like you did when Rita had you under her magic. You need to let that sink in. You had nothing to do with what happened to me." I urged, grabbing his arm. He didn't shrink back like before. "Do you honestly think I would want anything to do with you if I thought for a second that you didn't try to stop it? I may be a fool when it comes to you, handsome, but not that big of one." I gave him a small grin that he halfheartedly returned.

"I suppose you're right. I can't wait for this spell to be completely out of me. I hate knowing that there could still be a chance of her taking me over again."

"I don't think she'd be able to. She would have done it already. I think that glowing globe was the only thing she had to control the spell. Without it, she has no say. Even with the spell in there somewhere, she can't tap into it without that." He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. "What? I've spent a lot of time with Billy since you started avoiding me."

"I can tell." Raising his arm, he wrapped it around my shoulders and pulled me close. I let out a squeal when his sweat smearing all over my arm.

"Tommy! Stop!" I said, trying to pull away. I giggled as he pulled me closer, rubbing his forehead against my face. I tried to move away but he was too strong. His sweat was cold and wet on my cheek and forehead. I wiped it off, glaring at him. "Go take a shower." I pouted.

"Hmm…that sounds like a fantastic idea." He raised a suggestive eyebrow at me and I felt my cheeks flush slightly.

"Not with everyone here!" I said in a hush voice. "It's bad enough we can hear Aisha and Rocky going at it. I don't think we need to add to it."

"We can just blame it on them." He said, pressing his lips against mine. Scooping me up, he pulled me over so I was straddling his waist. Shifting his legs, he let them lay flat out in front of him. Resting my hands on his chest, I shook my head at him.

"I don't know. You sure you're up for this? Wouldn't want to tire out the great Tommy Oliver." I teased.

"Oh, I'm sure I will find the energy somehow."