A/N: I'M BACK! Who missed me? :) I'm so sorry for the sudden disappearance after the end of Altered/Reality. My life sorta just spiraled a bit after. I don't want to bother you guys too much with it but our adoption has hit a snag of the biological father type. We're optimistic thought! And I also FINALLY finished my Master's degree! I start my doctoral degree in July so I thought this would be the best time to start my new project.

And here it is! This fic will be absent of Power Ranger powers (thank god! hahaha) and will be set in 2004. This is around the time when Tommy would have been heading to school for his PhD. We find Kim married, living in Miami with her husband, Nick, who is also Mr. Letter Dude. Infertility has caused an issue between the two of them, leaving tension she doesn't like. Throw in some angst and some secrets, you'll have the rest of our story!

I hope you enjoy! Please remember to R&R and hit that follow button.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. What so ever. Don't remind me.

Who You Are

A Tommy/Kim Fic

June 11, 2004

Miami, FL

"I want to move back to Angel Grove."

"And I would like you to be less bitchy. I guess neither of us are getting our ways today."

"I'm not being bitchy." I stated, narrowing my eyes towards my husband. The taller and skinny man with short brown hair rolled his eyes as he untied his shoes. "C'mon, Nick. At least think about it." I crossed my arms, walking to stand in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

"I already told you that I don't want to move there. We have this same argument all the time, Kim. What was the point of you coming down here if you're gonna wanna run home every time something happens? It's what you do every single time. You gotta grow up." He tossed his shoe to the side, it tumbling towards the door to join the other one.

"Something happening? We were just told by like the fifth doctor down here that I can't have kids. I just think if we head back to California, we would be able to have better options for fertility treatments than we do here. There's a shit ton of doctors out there that have all these different kinds of experimental treatments I read about on the internet. Florida doesn't support it as much as California does. If we stay here, we might not ever be able to have kids." I explained. Walking into the kitchen, I opened up one of the cupboards and grabbed a cutting board that I would need for dinner. Turning back to face the living room, I lean my hip against the kitchen counter. Nick shook his head, leaning against the arm of the couch.

"Then maybe we should just take this as that sign that we weren't meant to have kids." Pushing himself off the cushion, he walked over to the entertainment center and grabbed the control for his video game system. He turned it on with a push of a button, the TV lighting up and a little tone playing from it. "Like really think about it. We have it good right now. We shouldn't push something that clearly isn't meant for us."

"I've wanted kids my entire life, Nick." I said, his words burning. "You know that. You've known that since day one. It's not something I've hidden from you. I haven't been doing all of this for nothing."

"And you think I haven't? I can't make the impossible happen. If you can't get pregnant, there's no use in you wasting a shit ton of money on treatments that just won't work. I have a list like ten miles long of things that would be better to spend that kinda cash on it. Besides, we are living on a fixed income as it is while I'm out of work. Do you think it's the best time to just pick up and move?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Trini and Jase said we could always stay with them until we get settled. Plus there's my mom's house. She had my aunt pack it all up when she headed to France. I could just ask her about moving in there once we get all the utilities back on and fix anything that might need fixing. It wouldn't take long to get it set up for us to stay there. I've done the research. There are so many different fertility doctors out there that might be able to help us. I can get a job with insurance that will cover it. If we can find a good doctor who can actually help us, we could be pregnant in no time."

"What about our lives here? Huh? What about everyone we have here?"

"What life? I think we can manage to keep in contact with the four people we sometimes hang out with." He scoffed.

"That's real nice. You know, I actually care about my friends down here. I didn't just leave them behind like you did with yours. How do you even know they still want you to come back?"

"Because Trini tells me all the time when I talk to her. Last time I talked to her, she said that she and Aisha were talking about having us come out there for the Fourth of July or something." I responded.

"I don't know. I mean, she only talks to you a few times a month if you're lucky. And that Jason friend of yours acts like you have to force him to talk to him. Do you think I really want to stay with people who don't really want us there? You've lived down here for how long now and only three of your friends have even bothered to come visit. None of them came to the wedding and not one of them bothered to send a card or anything for it after the fact. Jason always has an attitude when you talk about me too. I know the big idiot doesn't like me and he acts just like it too. Face it, Kim. They just don't care about you."

"Nick-." He held his hand up, cutting me off.

"I'm done discussing it. We aren't moving. Get over it." He sat back down, turning his back on me and our discussion. I balled my fists up and stormed out of the kitchen, going out the backdoor. It slammed behind me as I continued down the steps that led to the backyard. Sometimes, I couldn't stand that guy let alone think about loving him. The fact we've been married for five years now seems worthless when I think about the way he talks to me. I plopped myself into the green plastic lawn chair, crossing my arms.

We just returned from the doctor's office a few minutes ago. And like the four other specialists I've seen over the course of the last year, she told me that my chances of getting pregnant were slim to none though she guessed that the none part was more than likely. She said she wasn't sure what seemed to be the problem but whatever it was, I just could seem to get pregnant the old fashion way. A few months ago, we tried several treatments and even a round of invitro fertilization or IVF that resulted in what Nick calls "a wasted $6,000." This specialist was the last of her kind in our area, leaving us with no other options around here.

Maybe Nick had a point. Maybe this just wasn't meant for us. Maybe kids just weren't in our cards and we weren't destined to be parents. Perhaps I had ruined any chance of that with the things I had done in my past. Maybe the life I had chosen had led me here and had resulted in the infertility I was facing now.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned by head back against the head rest of the chair. When I was a kid, being a mother was one thing I knew I wanted. I had a plan, something my best friend Trini and I would refer to as the Life Plan. It had changed throughout the years, depending on what my dreams were at the time. When I was 13, I wanted to be a famous singer. At 17, that changed to an Olympic gymnastics star. But no matter what profession I saw myself in, the outcome would usually be the same. I would be done with school, settled in my career, married, and starting a family by the time I turned 26. Sadly, that was a year ago and I only managed to complete one of those things on my list. I was married. I did have a job though. I've worked at the nearby hardware store as the assistant manager. It wasn't the golden job I saw myself in but it pays the bills.

When was 17, I moved to Miami from Angel Grove, California. This was after I was invited to join a prestigious gymnastic school to train under the watchful eye of Coach Schmidt. I uprooted my entire life to come down here, leaving behind my friends and school to come here. It wasn't an easy decision but I made it, knowing this would be something good for my future. If I hadn't have come here then, I never would have met Nick. It's one thing I'm happy about for moving to Florida. Sure, the weather is nice and I love the beach but being so far away from the things I knew was hard. Nick was one of the main reasons I decided to stick around after my time at the school was done. He proposed to me about a week after I turned twenty and our wedding was a year later.

He had been right about my friends too. When I moved here, I left behind my best friends. Our group consisted of nine of us; nine teenagers that were constantly together all the time. Even when Trini Kwan, Jason Scott and our other friend Zack Taylor ended up going abroad for school, we all still managed to keep in contact through that time. I figured that same would happen since I was only going to be on the other side of the country. We could even take turns flying to see each other. Only, that didn't happen. The letters and the phone calls came constantly in the beginning from everyone that the going joke at the dorms was that the mail for mail call was only for me. But then it dwindled. I would only get a letter or two a week. Maybe a phone call from someone once a day. But even that seemed to fade away too. Soon, I was only getting calls once a month or so. And when I announced that I was getting married to Nick, I got empty promises from Trini and Jason that they would come for the wedding. They, like everyone else, ended up not showing for one reason or another.

I could pretend all I wanted but I knew the reason why they had gone silent on me. I knew the reason and I knew it very well. It had been something I hadn't even done to them but had rippled through our friend group like aftershocks of an earthquake that weren't uncommon in Cali.

I didn't mind having it just Nick and me. I married him for a reason, right? He understands me. He's funny and he knows what he wants in life. Sure, things haven't been the easiest for us lately. He was working at a club in Miami as a DJ but ended up losing that gig when the bar closed. He's been trying to get more work but it doesn't seem to be working out as well as he had hoped. Luckily, my job covers all our bills but it's still tight. I know he's trying his best and sometimes, he does odd jobs around the neighborhood to help out. When that happens, he will come home with $500 in his pocket and typically a present for me. Last time, it was a pearl necklace and $1,500 that he used to by the video game system he plays every day. It helped him destress when things get shitty.

Looking up at the sky, I saw streaks of white wisps of cloud in the bright blue. Our argument had really been pointless. We've had it every single time after I've come home from a specialist or ended up with a negative pregnancy test. It would always end the same as well. We'd end up not talking for a while or he'd take off until he cooled down. It was a never ending circle between the two of us that never seemed to get any better for some reason. Everything in me felt like things would get better if I would just get pregnant. He would see what we've been missing in our marriage. But for some reason, God just wasn't letting that happen no matter how hard I tried.

Standing up, I headed for the backdoor and went back inside. I heard the television, the sound of tires screeching from a racing game. When I shut the door, the sudden on the TV suddenly stopped and I could hear him walking towards the kitchen. When I turned around, I saw him standing in the doorway.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded, moving towards the fridge to start dinner. "Look, I know that today sucked. I do. We will get passed this though. Think of all the free time we will have without having to drag a kid around with us. We can still sleep in on the weekends, do whatever we want without having to worry about having someone watch a baby, make choices without having to worry about kids. And you don't have to worry about staying in shape after having a baby or anything like that." I grabbed the package of chicken from the top shelf and the bowl of salad I had made earlier. "Can you grab me a beer?"

"Right." I replied, putting everything on the counter by the stove. I went back into the fridge and grabbed a can of beer from the bottle drawer. Closing the fridge door, I walked over and held the beer out to him. Smiling, he took it and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. His pale blue eyes looked down at me as he cracked the beer open with one hand.

"I don't mean to sound like a dick, babe. I just wish we didn't have this same fight all the time. I'm right and we both know it. We both agree to it after each time this happens. You should know better by now." I nodded. He slurped a sip from the beer, licking his lips. Leaning in, he kissed my forehead. The aroma of the beer wafted over me at the close distance. "I like our lives here. I like my friends and I like having you all to myself. I'm not ready to share you with anyone; friends or kids alike. Is that such a bad thing?"

"I guess not." I replied, giving him a small smile.

"That's my girl. Listen, maybe we can see about taking a vacation or something there for a week or so next year or something. Or your friends could just foot the bill and come here. Either way, we could think about working it out. I just don't want you to get your hopes up, that's all. Okay?" I nodded. "Good. Tell your friends that you are happy here and that you don't wanna move back. We're happy, right? We don't want to change anything just because of this. We belong together, here. It's where we fell in love and it's where we should grow old together."

"You're right."

"Those are the words I like to hear. I gotta get back to my game." He gave me a quick kiss before heading back towards the living room. "If you're making chicken, don't put any of that salad crap with it. It's disgusting."

"Oh." I said, casting a glance over to the counter. My eyes fell on the bowl of salad. "I won't."

"I also need like $100 before you go to work tomorrow. Pauly called and said he had some work for me. I just gotta front him some supplies before we start." He called out.

"Alright. I'll leave it on the counter in the morning." I replied.

"That's my girl."