Chapter 1: The White Stranger & Fuschia Part I

P.S. Before we dive into the story, it's important to address that Kimberly's ancestor doesn't have an official name; I'm using the one from the Ranger Wiki. I'm very aware that White Stranger is Tommy's ancestor,to avoid calling him white stranger for this whole chapter the White Strangers name will be Thomas Oliver in this Fanfic. Now, let's proceed with the story.

As the White Stranger lingered in his home, his thoughts were consumed by the woman he had encountered days before. "When will I see her again?" he pondered. It was at that moment that an idea struck him.

Today, I will head over to Angel Grove to see if I can spot that beautiful woman again. She may not be there, but it's worth a try.

As the White Stranger leaves his house, he hops on his horse and heads straight to Angel Grove.

After 30 minutes of riding his horse, the White Stranger arrived at Colonial Angel Grove. He spotted Ernest's Juice Saloon and he walked in. "Howdy, Ernest!" he greeted. Well, I'll be, it's the White Stranger! What can I get for you, sir?" "Just a gallon of fruit punch, thank you," the White Stranger replied. "You got it," Ernest said as he turned around to prepare the fruit punch.

The White Stranger surveyed the saloon until Ernest came back with the drink. "Here's your fruit punch, sir." "Thank you. How much do I owe you for the drink?" "Fifty cents." "Alright then, here you go," said the White Stranger as he handed over fifty cents. "Thank you, sir. Have a great rest of your day." "You too," replied the White Stranger as Ernest walked away. Once alone, the White Stranger started to ponder himself again.

Man, I wonder if I'll ever see that beautiful woman in the horse carriage again. She was beautiful, but it's likely that I'll never see her again. Just then, he notices a woman entering the saloon and taking a seat at a table by herself.

The White Stranger gasped, "It's her!" Seizing the opportunity, he rose and made his way toward her table.

The woman surveyed her surroundings until a figure, known only as the White Stranger, approached and took a seat across from her.

"Hello, my name is White Stranger." "Nice to meet you too," the woman replied, flirting with him. "O'Hara, Fuschia O'Hara," she introduced herself. "Fuschia, that's a beautiful name," he remarked. "Thank you," Fuschia responded, blushing. "You know, I've never met a handsome man like you before." "Is that so? Well, I've never met a beautiful woman like you before," he said.

"Hm, well, tell me, White Stranger, what are you doing later today?" "Nothing, Ms. O'Hara, why do you ask?" "Because I want you to come by my house later this evening." "Really?" "Yes, really," said Fuschia as she handed him a piece of paper with her address on it. "Alright then, I'll see you around, Ms. O'Hara," said the White Stranger as he stood up. "Bye,"said Fuschia, while staring at him leaving the Saloon.

Fuschia shrieked with glee as she exclaimed Ooh, what a handsome man, and she was squealing with laughter. Oh my, I ought to get going right away. I don't want to be late for dinner at my parents' house as I don't want to be late. I guess I will have to use the telephone at their house and tell the White Stranger to come to my house later.

25 Minutes Later

Fuschia arrives at her parents' house. "Hey Mom, how was your day?" "It was good, honey. Your father is at the table," her mother replies. Fuschia and her mother take their seats at the table. "Alright, Fuschia! Honey, how was your day?" her father asks. "It was great, Dad," Fuschia responds. "Well, that's nice to hear," he says. "Yeah, well, wait until you hear about my day," Fuschia adds with a smile.

You've been mentioning this since you entered the house, so please, do tell. Alright, I was at the Juice Saloon in Angel Grove earlier, and I saw the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on.

That's wonderful, dear. Have you asked him out yet? No, not yet, but he's supposed to come over after I leave here. May I use the phone to call him? Of course, dear, it's in the living room. Thank you.

Fuschia starts calling the White Stranger. "Come on, pick up! Hello?" "Um, yeah, hey, are you still coming over?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, I'm at my parents' house for dinner right now and not at my house yet. I should be home by 8:30 PM." "Okay, I'll come by then." "Alright, bye handsome." "Bye," says the White Stranger as the call ends.

I'm very eager to see her place. She has already shared her address with me, so I know where she resides. Suddenly, the grandfather clock chimes at 8:00 PM. My goodness, it's already 8? I must hurry to her house, as it's across town. The White Stranger mounts his horse and rides off to Fuschia's residence.

45 Minutes Later-8:45 PM

The White Stranger arrives at Fuschia's residence and approaches the door. Knocking, he calls out, "Hello, is anyone there?" Receiving no response, he muses, "Ah, she must not have arrived yet. I suppose I'll wait for 30 minutes in case she shows up."

5 Minutes Later

Fuschia arrives on her horse to find the White Stranger waiting. "Sorry I'm late, I got lost; this town is so large." "It's alright, at least you've arrived now," he replies. "Ms. O'Hara, this is quite a large house," he observes. "I know, shall we go in?" she suggests. "Alright, let's go in," he agrees. Fuschia opens the door, and the pair, poised on the brink of romance, step into the house.