A/N: I apologize for such a long gap between updates! Like I said in my last one shot, writing for Tomberly has been a challenge since JDF's passing. Thankfully, I am slowly getting back into the swing of things! So, here is the next chapter. I'm hoping to have another out in the next week so thank you all for sitting tight. I hope everyone is doing okay and just know my inbox is always open if you ever need to talk about JDF or anything.

Chapter Two
Complicated

True to her word, Shayna had me to the airport in record time and I loaded myself onto the label's private jet while they fueled it up. I tried calling Trini while I was waiting on my cell phone, knowing the bill would be outrageous from the long-distance call. There was no answer though and I left her a message on her answering machine, hoping she would call me back as soon as possible. As I hung up, the pilot and the steward climbed on board and went over the emergency protocols with me. Fifteen minutes later, we were heading full speed down the runway.

As the plane came to full height and evened out, I glanced out the window over the clouds. The sun was beginning to set and it was casting an orange and pink hue through the sky. It would be about four hours before we touched down in California. I tried not to think about anything bad happening to Tommy. I couldn't even imagine what the letter meant. Was he in danger? Was someone out to get Tommy after his career on the Rangers? Biting my lip, I thought back to the last time I saw him.

"It doesn't have to end this way." He whispered, looking down at me. I gave him a small smile, nodding. Through the tears, I could see the sad expression on his features.

"No but it has to end either way." I replied back. "We both know that this has always been the path for us."

"I love you." He said, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, a tear slipping down my cheek. I knew, deep down, that this would be the last time I would ever be this close to him. The last time I would be able to hear those words from his lips.

"I love you too." I replied, opening my eyes to gaze up at him. "But sometimes, it's just not enough."

Shaking my head, I pushed the memory from my mind. I couldn't allow myself to sink back into that place I had worked so hard to run from. It was amazing to me that I was flying towards Angel Grove, the place where everything I had done my best to escape was nestled in. If this letter had been a fake one and I was walking into a mistake, I knew I was going to regret it for the rest of my life. However, if it wasn't fake and he did end up hurt or worse, I would regret that even more. I knew as soon as I had read that letter that I was going to end up in this situation.

Tommy Oliver is my ex-boyfriend. Not only was he my ex-boyfriend, at one time, I had considered him to be the love of my life. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him and I thought for sure that we would be the ones who got married right after college and settled down with a family. It was silly to think that some I met when I was only 14 would make such an impact on me. But, he hadn't just been another guy to me. I knew what love was the moment my eyes landed on him. He was the reason why I was so brave for so long and why I had the courage to strike out on my own when I had the odds against me.

He was also the root of all my trust and commitment issues.

I don't like to admit that I have issues. Who does, you know? But I will admit that when it comes to my resentment and hesitation to do anything involving a relationship, it's because of Tommy. And it's not even anything he did really. Tommy and I ended things when we were in high school. Well, I ended them. After I had left for my chance at Olympic gold, I found myself feeling this tug to head back home to Angel Grove. I was 3,000 miles away, living out a dream I had worked so hard for but yet, every ounce of me wanted to hop a plane back. I knew it was because of Tommy and the fact I wanted to be with him. Being 17 and in love with someone so far away is the reason why Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet the way he did. They were dumb and so was I. My brilliant thinking told me that it would be smart for me to just end things with him so I could focus on my training. Maybe I was naive in thinking that Tommy would just wait for me to come home and we'd pick things up right where we left off.

Boy, I couldn't be any more wrong if I tried.

After sending the letter, I learned shortly after what karma was and what a broken heart felt like once I discovered that Tommy had moved on with Katherine, his now wife and my then replacement. I was bitter and so broken-hearted about what I had done and forced to happen. I did manage to make it to the Olympics and won a silver metal in all of my events. It just wasn't the same though, knowing that the person who had helped me follow my dream and convinced me to pursue it was no longer in my corner.

Growing up, Angel Grove was a hidden gem right in the Valley of California. It's located about three hours away from Pasadena, nestled in the shadow of San Diego. It felt like Smalltown, USA though as you walked the streets. My Dad used to tell people that you come to California for the adventure and to Angel Grove for a life. He was right. I spent my entire childhood and my adolescent years there and loved every moment of it. Of course, it also came with being a Power Ranger, defender of the Earth and all the jazz. But, it was still home and a place where most of my friends were still living. Trini, Jason, and Billy still called Angel Grove home, all taking up jobs working for a military base not far from town. Aisha and Rocky also lived near Angel Grove, settling in Stone Canyon where they moved from in our sophomore year.

Tommy was also living in Angel Grove, moving back there after a short term stay in Reefside. I had Shayna do some digging for me while I was waiting for the ride to the airport. He had also married Kat, something I had known before her little Google search. They had a large wedding about two years after I moved out here after he graduated from college. I had gotten an invitation (Lord only knows why) but had declined due to some obligations I had made up on the fly. Katherine told me all about it the next time I had seen the two of them and all of my friends at Trini and Jason's wedding. She spent the better part of the time before the ceremony telling me all about how their wedding venue was bigger and better than the one we had been sitting in. I would define Kat as a material girl in a material world, something that wasn't exactly her most favorable quality. We got along well enough but it was merely just for everyone else on my part. No one wants to be best friend's with your ex-boyfriend's wife. But no one wants to be the cause of the animosity of an entire group of people either.

Oh, the irony.

The plane began to drop in altitude as the flight attendant walked around, securing everything into place. I hadn't brought much with me besides my overnight bag and purse, both of which were in the compartment above my head. I made sure my seat belt was on as the light dinged above. The jet was much smaller than a regular plane with only about six chairs, each covered in a beige faux leather. There was brown carpet under foot and decor of dark reds and grays on the walls, matching the color scheme of the label's logo which was imprinted on the bar in the back of the plane and the middle of the carpet of the cabin. The flight attendant sat in her seat and buckled up, securing the cart next to her. My stomach dropped as the plane made its final descent towards the ground. My nerves were on edge, trying my best to not run through every single worst case scenario in my brain. Shayna was manning the phones for me back home in case anyone called me there with news. Surely if anything had been awful, I'd have word by the time I was walking through the terminal.

The landing was smooth and the little plane taxied over to a smaller building where they unloaded the private planes. I could hear the pilot talking to the radio tower from the cockpit as the steward helped me unload my bags from the storage compartment. She offered to carry them off for me but I refused, wanting to just get off the plane sooner rather than later. A couple minutes later, the door opened and I was allowed to walk down the steps and on to the tarmac. The steward led me into the building where I found myself on the second floor of Building A of LAX. Shayna had secured me a rental car and had set it up that I would be picking it up from this building in hopes of avoiding anyone who might recognize me. However, I saw that there were a number of people downstairs in the lobby near where the rental car desk was. I pulled the hood of my sweat shirt up and slid my sunglasses on to my face before I rode the escalator down to the first floor.

Doing my best to skirt around the crowd, I headed over to the counter that was open. The man behind it smiled, looking up from the computer in front of him. "Good morning! How can I help you?" He asked.

"I should have a rental car reserved for pick up." I stated, pulling my wallet out of my purse. I pulled my license out of its place and slid it onto the counter to avoid him asking me for my name out loud.

"Let's have a look." He said, glancing at my license. He paused for a second, flicking his eyes up to look at me again. His smile grew before shifting his gaze back to the computer. "Oh, we've been waiting for you since we heard you were flying in. I won't say that I'm not a little starstruck right now. I love your music."

"Thank you." I said, giving him a small smile.

"Your last CD has been playing on repeat in my car for months now! I'm from Kentucky originally so it's always nice to see someone who gets country music these days." I did notice the southern draw in his voice now but I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this right now.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Is there a reservation?" I took my license back and shoved my wallet back into my bag.

"There is indeed. You're booked for a little Honda Civic for two days. I'll have someone pull it right up front for you."

"Oh, that's not necessary. I can just go to the parking lot." I said.

"Nonsense!" He replied in a tone that was louder than he needed it to be. He pulled some paper that came off a printer and a set of keys from a cork board behind him. "We insist on having all of our customers, especially the special ones, receive door to door service. Head right on over towards that side door over there and it'll be right up." He disappeared before I could protest. Swearing under my breath, I glanced to where he had gestured to. There was a set of double glass doors off to the left side of the lobby that was away from the two revolving doors that made the front door where people were milling about. I walked over to it, doing my best to blend into my surroundings. I set my bag over my shoulder, crossing my arms as I looked out the glass doors towards the parking lot.

"Hi." A voice said next to me. I hesitated before turning, seeing that there was a kid standing there. She looked to be about ten or eleven, standing up to my shoulders. She had red hair that was tied back in a braid and a bright orange sun dress that made the freckles on her face pop against her skin.

"Hi." I replied, glancing around. There didn't seem to be any parents that looked like her around or anyone that was paying any attention to the fact their child was talking to a complete stranger in a crowded airport.

"You're Kimberly, aren't you?" she asked, holding on to the straps of her backpack. She had a camera around her neck as well, the strap allowing it to hang on her chest. It was just a cheaper film one, something that probably only took about 20 pictures if that. I raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was about to alert the room of my presence.

"I might be."

"I thought so. I really liked your music video for 'Another Morning.'"

"Thanks." I said, giving her a smile. I glanced out the door for my car and saw nothing yet, other cars driving past as they headed for the main road out of the airport grounds. I was hoping that Tommy wasn't bleeding out somewhere. At this rate, I wouldn't get there in time before his funeral.

"My name is Hannah."

"That's a pretty name." I replied. "Where are your parents? You might want to find them before you get lost."

"They told me to wait here until they came back from the bathroom." She explained. "We are going to Disneyland."

"Well, that should be fun. I've been there tons of times. You'll like it." She shrugged her shoulders, playing with the end of her braid.

"Maybe. Where are you going? A concert?"

"How did you know that?" I questioned.

"I asked my parents for tickets since we were coming out here but they said no." She replied. "They told me no."

"I think you'll have more fun with your family at Disney anyway." I said, giving her a smile. Behind her, I noticed that there was a group of people forming outside of the doors on the sidewalk. I realized that they also had cameras though theirs were much more expensive. Paparazzi. I should have known that someone would spot me or hear that I was flying this way. I glanced around, seeing that people were noticing the dicks with the cameras and were looking around to see why they were there. The guy from the rental desk pulled up to the curb with my rental, walking slowly around the back of it. "Hey, kid. Want to earn some spending money for Disney?"

"Sure." Reaching into my purse, I pulled my wallet out and fished out a fifty dollar bill. I held it out for her and she took it. "What do I need to do?"

"I need you to run to the other side of this room and start yelling loudly that you saw me in the bathroom over there."

"I can do that." She said, nodding. I watched as she tucked the money into a little pocket she had on her bag before she turned and headed towards the bathroom. She stood next to the door, glancing around. When there seemed to be enough people to her satisfaction, she let out a loud gasp and put her hands on her checks. "Oh my god! I just saw Kimberly Hart in the bathroom!" She declared loudly. Everyone turned towards the noise, only some of them knew what the girl had said. The others who hadn't were craning their necks to see what was going on as they swarmed towards the bathroom. "It was Kimberly in the bathroom! I saw her going into the first stall in there!" She exclaimed, pointing towards the door. Now, people were eagerly trying to see over each other towards the door. Members of the paparazzi were coming inside of the doors now, heading in the direction of the bathrooms. They lined the area in the back of the crowd, convinced there would be no place for me to go once I came out of the bathroom without being front and center in front of a camera.

Taking this as my chance, I gripped my bag and slipped out the door closest to me. The guy from the rental desk smiled at me, holding up a folder in his hand. "Here you are!" He said cheerfully, handing it to me. I took it, glancing over my shoulder. I saw that everyone was still waiting for me to come out of the bathroom. "That's all your insurance coverage just in and the numbers you can call if anything happens for roadside assistance. Do you need me to do a full rundown of the vehicle?"

"No, I think I'm good." I said, shaking my head. He popped the trunk and helped me load my bag into the back of it.

"Well, let me be the first to say welcome to California and I hope you have a wonderful stay!" The man said as she slammed my trunk shut. This drew the attention of two members of the paparazzi who did not fall for the ruse I had paid for. Instead, they turned their attention towards the car and the two of us who were standing there. The one closest to us started to take pictures while I scurried towards the driver side door.

"Kim! Kimberly!" The guy called, trying to get me to look up at him. This caught the attention of some more people who had caught on that I was not in the bathroom. More people came flooding out of the doors, pushing to try to get a shot of me as I slid into the front seat. I tossed my purse into the passenger seat and put it into drive. Hitting the gas, I pulled away from the curb and headed away from the building before they had the chance to get any closer. I let out a sigh of relief as I left the long stretch of road that connected to the actual highway away from the airport. Reaching over, I pulled out the piece of paper I had jotted the address Shayna gave me for Tommy. I perched it on the dashboard, recognizing the neighborhood as it being one not too far from the street I had grown up on. I grabbed my cell again, dialing Trini's number. It went to voicemail again. I opted to leave a message this time.

"Hey, Trini. It's Kim. I'm in town and I need to speak to you as soon as possible. Give me a call, please. As soon as you get this. It's important." I said into the phone quickly before hanging up. I tossed the phone into the passenger seat and turned my sights on the road in front of me. I tried not to run through every single worst case scenario in my mind that was threatening to take over. I couldn't allow myself to go there yet without any solid proof that there was something to worry about. I gripped the steering wheel in my hand, making an exit on the right side from the highway when I saw the sign that said ANGEL GROVE above me. It wasn't lost on me that this was the first time I had been back in town in a few years. I had always said I'd come back for the holidays or a visit, knowing full well that I was lying through my teeth. Now, here I was racing into town with no one even knowing I was coming. I wondered why Trini hadn't answered any of my calls at all. Was she also in trouble? Would I even be able to locate anyone? Was this Ranger related to the point where everyone but me had been taken somewhere? Was I running into a trap?

The cell phone ringing in the seat made me jump a good foot off my own seat. Not taking my eyes off the road, I reached over and grabbed it as quickly as I could with hope in my chest. I saw it was Shayna though, her name showing up on the green little screen. I hit the answer button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey. I'm driving into Angel Grove right now." I said, taking a left at the end of the exit towards the long three mile stretch that went into town.

"I was wondering if you had landed yet. Anything from your other friends?"

"No. I'm starting to really worry now." I replied, glancing to make sure there were no cops around as I increased my speed. "This isn't like them and with that letter, I'm concerned that something could have happened."

"I'm sure everything is okay and this is just a miscommunication or something. Do you want me to call the police first before you get to his house? Just to make sure it's safe." I shook my head, wishing for the first time in a long time that Shayna was one of the few that knew about us being Rangers and that the police wouldn't be able to help with any kind of danger that might have brought.

"No, I should be fine. I can call if it looks too bad when I get there." I replied. "Can you just make sure everything is set for those meetings and the tour? I will call and check in once I find anything out."

"Already done. Don't worry about anything here. Just let me know what's going on there, okay? Be safe."

"I will. I'm getting off the highway now to head there. Thanks, Shayna." She bid her farewells as I headed into town. Buildings passed that I hadn't seen in years, memories beginning to flood my mind. I pushed that all aside though as I headed towards the north side of town where I knew the neighborhood where the address was located. I veered to the right at a roundabout in the middle of town, bypassing all the traffic that seemed to be heading the opposite direction. For a moment, I wondered what I was even going to say to Tommy when I got there. If he was alright, what was I going to say to explain my sudden presence? And if he was in trouble, what would I even do?

Pulling onto Johnson Ave, I slowed the car down to a slower pace. I scanned the houses, trying to find one that had the number 316 on it. All the houses mostly looked the same; ranch style homes that varied in colors but all had the same basic design to them. Further down the road, I found older homes that were different in style and build. I also saw that these were closer in number than the newer ones had been. When my eyes landed on a black mailbox next to the curb with the number 316 on it, I quickly pulled my car up next to it. Glancing up, I saw that it was a two story home that was white in color with black shutters and a black roof. The front door was painted red and there were black cast iron railings on the porch. As I pulled the seatbelt off, I saw that the front door had a little sign on it that said The Olivers on it. This was their house alright. I frowned, trying not to think about the fact that the pluralization of his last name meant he was married now as I climbed from the car. I made sure to bring my phone with me as I scanned the area. Everything seemed pretty peaceful. There was a car in the driveway, the garage door shut. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary or out of place that would suggest to me that something was wrong.

I climbed up the front steps to the porch and noticed that the blinds on the front windows were held open. Walking over, I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. I heard no movement inside which prompted me to knock louder. I went to the window now, bending over to look through it. It was too dark to really see in there but I knocked on the window to see if that would help. I didn't see any movement here either. Fear prickled the back of my skull at the idea I had been too late.

"Can I help you?" A voice called from behind me. Turning, I saw that there was an older gentleman standing on the porch of the house next door. He was holding a water can and a set of gardening gloves in his hands. "They aren't home."

"Do you know where they would be?" I asked, stepping towards the side of the porch closest to him.

"They all just left for the church about half an hour ago." He replied, wiping his hands off on his pants.

"The church?" I asked, confused. It was the middle of the day. Why would Tommy be at church? He nodded.

"Yeah. That's where they were having the calling hours and the funeral services today. It's the church over on Maple Ave." As he spoke, I felt my vision tunnel at the word funeral. I fumbled for the keys as I turned, heading back towards the car.

I had been too late.