Title: "Just the Right Amount of Wrong"
Written by: Shawn30 (1/?)

Summary: "It doesn't matter if I want you. It doesn't even matter if I love you. What matters is that now you know how it feels to have the most important thing in the world to you threatened."

Category: Angsty Drama/Angsty Erotica

Rated: MA Ship: Tommy/Kimberly

Warnings: Graphic Sexual Content

Timeline: Everything up to and including the end of Dino Thunder. All else is explained and is my AU.

Disclaimer: Saban owns it all again. If that's a good thing or not remains to be seen.

Authors Notes: The epilogue is written by my good friend, rapunzl.

"There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love." ~~ Unknown Author

The Mojave Desert

Saturday, Jan, 9, 2007 1:00 AM

Northwestern Arizona

The United States

"Home sweet home," Kimberly quietly mused with no small amount of wonder as the sleek Black Raven Zord burst through Earth's upper atmosphere, cutting a swath through billows of thick white clouds before a full moon.

A homemade mixtape of music by Avril Lavigne, Lincoln Park, Train, Justin Timberlake, Amy Winehouse, Fergie, and Norah Jones serenaded her return to Earth from the other side of the galaxy. As ever, her mood was varied as her musical interests. With her flight path indicator engaged, she set the Zord on autopilot so she could mentally catch her breath after insanity of the last couple of days.

Blazing towards the West Coast of the United States after four straight days off-world, interior design consultant Kimberly Hart enjoyed a deep swell of pride that her vaunted piloting skills hadn't waned in the many years since she last went on a Ranger mission. Though last minute and extremely dire in nature, this assignment had more to do with who didn't go than her specific participation. At least on a personal level to her.

Thundering over the seemingly endless dirt roads of the sprawling desert, in the distance to the east she caught sight of the sinful glow of Las Vegas. While to the west she made out the bright lights of the City of Angels. Both held the promise of adventure and evasions of her worries. She could almost envision disappearing for a few days more... But deep down her anger still burned, and no doubt the same was waiting for her when she saw Tommy again.

He was likely furious with her.

The Galactic Ranger Alliance, a new organization of nineteen former Earth Rangers and eleven new ones from across the stars was formed barely two years ago by Dulcea. Gathered together to face an increasingly volatile, unpredictable time in history as evil rose from one end of the galaxy to the other to threaten peace.

Prevention. Protection. Poise. Perseverance. The Galactic Ranger Alliances oath of honor. Formed to combat evil and keep the peace wherever it was needed.

Billy designed, and with great aid from the United States government and U.N built an Earth base of operation in the Arizona desert. Code-named 'The Little House,' it took one thousand planetary engineers nine months to hollow out, and then teleport in the one mile long infrastructure that would house this new base of operations. The former Blue Ranger was named leader of the Earth faction and quickly began reaching out to many former Rangers to gauge interest. While some were interested, the vast majority had gone on with their personal lives, far removed from their days of power.

But all swore they would be there if the need arose.

Having graduated from college and relocated back to the West Coast, Kim was firmly entrenched in her promising career and had long since made peace that her Ranger days were behind her. Of course the last year, with all its unexpected surprises reunited her with her ex-high school boyfriend. And when she learned he had turned down Billy's offer, she was genuinely shocked. She thought for sure he would never see the day where the allure for adventure was lost on him.

Or that his presence would stir her heart once more.

Thinking of him now as she soared over the moon-lit landscape of the Mojave desert left her bitterly anxious to tear into him. To lord her success and skill in his face. And to know she hurt him as badly as he had hurt her.

And still her heart ached to see him again. Missed the strong assurance of his arms around her. The warmth of his body in her bed...

Tommy Oliver was the biggest fucking question mark in her life.

Suddenly her on-board comm-link awakened. 'Ms. Hart, please confirm your personal Security Protocol Code?'

Adjusting her head-set slightly to the right, she replied, "Raven 999-4544-Omega 1. Request permission to land. A hot meal would be nice too." She heard a light chuckle on the other end.

'Will do, Ms. Hart. Your code has been authenticated. Welcome home.'

"Catch ya on the flip side." As she throttled the long-winged Raven Zord into her final descent, the comm-link chimed in once more.

'One last thing, Ms. Hart. You have a visitor in Hanger Bay 12. Mr. Tommy Oliver is waiting for you.'

A scowl fell over her face as she offered no reply. Easing power to her thrusters, using the Zord's forward jets to slow down, the very ground beneath her shifted fifty-feet as columns of smoke rose and tracking lights emerged skyward. Massive blast doors were revealed, and then parted as the Black Raven Zord slowly descended inside the gigantic hidden base.

At the controls, Kimberly vertically angled the Zord's long wingspan as her landing gear engaged. The circular skid she came to rest her Zord upon revealed additional floor clamps that secured the vessel. Air-pressure produced a whizzing noise that quickly faded as the cockpit opened.

Clad in a form-fitting black flight suit, her hair in a loose ponytail, Kim emerged. Declining the five-step ladder, she leapt from the cockpit, twirled in mid-air and hit a perfect landing. Just a little nod to her gymnastics days of yesteryear. Rising to a roar of cheerful engineers and grounds crew, she blew them a flirty kiss and smiled.

As the moment passed and the grounds-crew returned to their duties, a last round of slow applause caught her attention from behind. In the expansive hanger bay filled with worker droids, experimental Zords in varying stages of construction, stealth starships, and vehicles that were being prepped for missions, she turned to find the source of her adulation emerging from the shadows.

A stone-faced Tommy Oliver stood there in all his pissed off glory. Faded jeans, dark boots, and a black print t-shirt. All muscles and attitude, everywhere. This was one fight inevitable Kim was waiting for. Her voice was the very definition of sarcasm. "Miss me?"

"You disappeared four fucking days ago without a trace!" he snarled angrily at her, barely able to move as the need to drink in the very sight of her alive warred with the urge to strangle her. "What the hell were you thinking? You just disappeared from the apartment without a trace! How could you possibly do that without telling me?"

Kimberly glared at him, and then spun on her heel to tap her hand on the left side of Zord's underbelly. A side compartment opened, revealing a large dark-blue Nike duffel bag she quickly gathered. "The nerve of you to ask me that when you and the Good Ole Boys gang went on a Red Rangers-only mission a few years back and never told anyone," she railed right back at him, enjoying his shocked expression. "Yeah, I know all about it now. I've only known for a week though. You and Jason risked your lives on an extremely dangerous mission with other former Reds and just decided none of us needed to know or were worthy of even having a hand in protecting the fucking world we live on too. Newsflash, jackass! If the Earth is destroyed I don't exactly have a condo on Mars to go live in. And since I was a part of protecting this planet even before you were, I was pretty damn pissed off to overhear you and Jase giggling like schoolgirls over your great adventure. You know, the one you never told anyone about. The secret one that was really important." She turned to face him, her expression tense and clearly hurt. "Now tell me again why you're mad at me?"

Her unexpected revelation was like a punch to his gut. Several in fact. Guilt gnawed away at him, but his anger remained. He was operating on zero sleep for nearly two days, worried sick over her. Wired and so damn frustrated he was shaking. "Things were... different. We weren't roommates back then. We hadn't made any promises to each other."

"That's such a bullshit excuse. And apparently since we did make that one promise to each other, you didn't feel the need to tell me about your mission beforehand. Or trust me. But rest assured word has spread and a number of people aren't very happy with you right now." She watched him swallow hard, deep in the back of his throat. He was so mad at her it was kinda sexy. Problem was she still wanted to smack him in the face. "Look, I've had a long couple of days. So can we continue this, oh, I don't know, never?!"

Grimacing with restrained pain, Tommy advanced towards her. "The Galactic Alliance wanted me for this mission. I was their first choice."

"To bad I stepped in and offered my services."

"You disabled my emergency communicator!"

"So you're saying I cheated you out of a chance to play hero and save the world? Are you the king of the hypocrites or what?"

"Dammit, Kim!" he swore at her, so overwhelmed with emotion his heartbeat filled his ears. "I didn't know where you were for four whole days! I was worried sick about you. And just before I called the police Billy stepped in and told me you were on a secret off-world mission on the other side of the damn galaxy. But he wouldn't give me any details. Fuck, you could of died out there and then..."

As his voice cracked and trailed off she recognized the sheer dread and intense fear in his eyes. Felt his caring even as she struggled to remind herself why she was so furious with him. This man never ceased to make her feel something. "Would you have gone on the mission if Billy reached you first?"

Blinking, Tommy had to admit it was an honest question. One worth considering. "I would have talked to you about it, at least."

"Well that's more than you did before your 'Forever Dumb-ass' mission."

Tommy gritted his teeth, "When we moved in together we promised each other we were done with the Ranger life and everything that came along with it. We promised each other."

Fire erupted behind her eyes as they faced off. And she was particularly bitter about what she was going to say. "You aren't my boyfriend or my husband. You're not even my lover," she bitched at him with venom.

Breathing heavily, Tommy suddenly wanted to slam his fist into the nearest wall. "I should still fucking matter to you."

His words were hard, and she had hurt him. Deep down she knew what she meant to him. So much was left unsaid between them. Was just never the right time. And only in the last three weeks were they finally so damn close to... But when she found out about that damn Red mission and how he never told her she worried if there were other secrets he'd kept from her. "I heard you and Jason laughing about how you'd kept your little secret all these years."

Peering away briefly, Tommy sighed with regret. "I was wrong to not tell you."

"Or the others who didn't know. Or to even go without as much help as you could muster. But I guess us girls or non-Red ex Rangers just weren't in the in-crowd." A bitter tone caught her voice. "As always the great and powerful Tommy Oliver ensures things move only according to his grand design."

Tommy knew she was as hurt as she was angry. Her voice betrayed such emotion. His gaze pierced into hers. "Why did you go on this mission?"

"To prove to you and myself that I am every bit as capable as you are." After a quiet moment, she admitted softly, "And to hurt you."

"Mission accomplished." A silent pause settled between them as they gazed at one another. "You're a good pilot."

"I'm the best pilot breathing."

"You're the best pilot breathing if I hold my breath."

"You're an arrogant jerk."

"No, that would be your ex-boyfriend."

"Of which that club also includes you."

"I meant your recent ex-boyfriend."

He still wore green pretty damn well. As a Ranger and his obvious jealousy over her recently ended relationship with Greg. She enjoyed a little smile. "He wasn't Mr. Right, but he was great in bed."

Going there only pissed him off more. She could tap dance on his nerves like no one else. "Since he dumped you, I guess that doesn't say much about your skills in the sack. Now does it."

"Your last four girlfriends have all gave you your walking papers. So what does that say about yours."

"... Kat still comes back every now and then... when she's got an itch she needs me to scratch."

Kim sucked in a deep breath as he invaded her personal space. Ever mindful of his superior height, she had to tilt her head back to look in his eyes. "Have I told you lately how much I love your ego. Not!"

Seeking some sense of calm, Tommy gently placed his hands on her slender shoulders, looking into her eyes. For a moment he just reveled in the fact that she was alive and in front of him. That he could physically touch her. That he hadn't lost her forever. "Are you alright?"
If he kissed her she wouldn't pull away. No matter how petty they're fighting got he still touched her heart like no man ever had before. But she still wanted to punch him in the face. "Peachy. I flew a highly radioactive alien-device through a dangerous asteroid belt the length of Texas and made a collapsing black hole go Kablooey! Saved about twenty-nine billion people across five worlds. All in a days work."

He was proud and jealous all at the same time. "I hate you did this after our promise."

"I hate you never told me the truth!" her voice rose, her gaze pointed. "And I hate that instead of sitting down and talking with you, I wanted you to know what its like to have all choice taken away from you. To know that you were a second-hand thought and no matter what you'd done or accomplished in the past, you weren't needed this time." When his hands gently fell away she instantly missed the connection. He was as lost as she was, coupled with all that was unsaid between them. "So now what?"

"Two wrongs don't make a right?"

"But they damn sure make it even."

Towering over her, Tommy shook with emotion. How could she not see what this was really about? He snarled, "It would have killed me if something happened to you!"

"DON'T YOU GET IT!" she shouted in his face, and then exhaled deeply to try and not make a bigger scene than they already had. She battled tears at this point, but not one fell. She wouldn't allow it. "If something would have happened to you... even back then and where we were... you still mattered to me. And when I heard you and Jason laughing about it I just snapped."

She continued, venom lacing her tone, "I won't pretend that I did the right thing. I didn't. I did the 'I'm pissed and fuck you' thing. But I also wanted you to finally stay away from this life. You're always the one that comes back. Always! And I've been the one that's stayed away. But for once I was able to... I don't know, protect you from all of this insanity. And I wanted to do that."

Tommy's gaze fell, his hands now lost in his pockets. In her own way she was trying to look after him. To keep him safe. When he reached for her, she pulled away, backing off. She was far more furious with him than he had realized. "Kim, I..."

Her right hand lifted, cutting him off. "It doesn't matter if I want you. It doesn't even matter if I love you. What matters is that now you know how it feels to have the most important thing in the world to you threatened."

A world of meanings, both hidden and otherwise, laced her parting shot. Tommy watched her walk off, distancing herself from him. He thought better than to chase after her when she was this mad. The former White Ranger's voice caught in his throat as he searched for answers on what to do next with Kimberly Hart.

The Catalina Bar

4766 Clairemont Mesa Blvd

Saturday, Jan, 9, 2007 2:30 AM

San Diego, California

After a final deep draw, Kim set her empty Heineken down on the wood-stained bar counter. Her dark brown eyes glossed over the wet droplets of moisture cascading down the chilled bottle as Matchbox 20 played her in the background. Two down and however many to go until she felt better. "Have I mentioned how much I hate men?"

Grinning, the blond bartender from behind the counter replied, "Repeatedly."

"Good," Kim nodded. "I like being consistent." The former Pink Ranger glanced up at the San Diego Chargers wall-clock behind the well-stocked bar. The late hour coupled and that she was one of the last four people still here laughed at her. But she was feeling sucky and just didn't want to be home tonight. "Get me a Screwdriver on the rocks."

"Gotcha." Lena quickly poured the Vodka over a glass of ice and OJ while wondering what an obviously attractive young woman like her customer was doing at a bar this late. Minus a wedding band and companion tonight, it was doubtful she was here looking for a hook-up. Just didn't seem the type. Then again, everyone had issues and problems these days. Being a thirty-eight year old bartender wasn't exactly where she thought her life would go either. "So do you hate men in an overall sense, or is one in particular driving you batty?"

Kim's eyes lifted. "Is it that obvious?"

Lena laughed while sliding Kim her drink. "When you've been behind a bar as long as I have you learn to pick up certain clues. And while you don't seem like the kind of person to think you're above this place, I'd bet my paycheck most of your late nights aren't spent at a bar bitching about men."

Good observation, and the compliment was appreciated. Kim grazed her red fingernails over the bar wood-stained counter just cause. "His name is Thomas James Oliver. Tommy for short," she began. "He's my ex-boyfriend from... a very long time ago."

Exes tended to come with leftover emotions from time to time. Lena's ex-husband came to mind, though she pushed the thought of that jerk far away. "Were you deeply in love? And yeah, I'm probing. Its how we eventually get great tips from our awesome alcohol-induced psychological advice."

The former Pink Ranger could only laugh at that one. She liked Lena already. "Duly noted and yes..." she considered fondly, remembering them once upon a time. "Teenage love was in the air. But I never forgot him, you know." Lena nodded in understanding. "I went on with my life and he went on with his. College came and went. Time passed and we were states apart. Life just went on as it does."

The wistful tone of her voice spoke volumes to Lena. She made herself a Mojito. "Bad break-up?"

Staring into her drink, Kim knocked back a third of it in one shot, and then set it back down. "I cheated. It was all on me. Was young and dumb at the time. And I didn't handle it very maturely. I know I hurt him a great deal." An old hurt suddenly reawakened, a phantom pain from yesteryear.

Lena wiped the counter clean with a towel, and then tossed it behind her in a hamper. Having loved and lost, she was well versed in the ways of heartbreak and how life just ran you over sometimes. "Shit happens. Especially when we're young and just trying to figure it all out. Now that's no excuse for hurting people, but life goes on."

"Yeah..." she noted softly.

"But he eventually forgave you, right?"

"Eventually, I mean after enough time passed and we talked things out. I apologized and we started a new friendship. This was nearly seven years ago," Kim explained while nursing her glass. "We've been in a good friendship for a long time since then. I'm talking years. Neither of our birthdays go by without a call and a gift. Same for Christmas and New Years."
She definitely had that look in her eyes. Lena knew the signs all to well of when a woman was still holding a torch. When the fire was still there, burning just below the surface. "So tell me about this Tommy guy?"

Tell her about Tommy? Kim smiled and then frowned and then shook her head and then rolled her eyes. She might of even blushed a little. He was so many different things to her. A kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings.

"Tommy is a lovable pain in my ass," was her first mildly sarcastic remark. "He's loyal and trustworthy and you know you can count on him no matter what happens. He's a great teacher and is one of the most courageous people I have ever met. He has a certain kind of sense of humor, but I like it. He can be moody and an ass sometimes, but he's a good man in many, many ways. Got a hero complex a mile long," she said wearing a smile. "He's also a tiny bit full of himself. His over-confidence borders on arrogant and sometimes I just want to run him over with my car," she snickered, "But he's a sweetheart and a complete dick at the same time."

Lena's smile widened. "Is he hot?"

"Outrageously so." Her new bartender pal laughed at that one. "He could care less about it, but he's very hot."

"Great in bed?" Lena just had to know.

At that, Kim downed the rest of her entire drink, enjoying the burn. Her heel tapping at the bar-stools ring. As if that question wasn't tied to her immense frustration as well. "I wouldn't know. We've never had sex." The bartender seemed shocked. Join the freaking club walked through Kim's mind. "Tommy and I are complicated."

"Does he have a penis where his penis should be?"

"Yeah."

"Then it ain't that complicated, honey?" Lena snickered, pulling up her stool closer. "So what aren't you telling me that makes you hate him tonight?"

Pushing her glass away while silently declining another with a wave of her hand, Kim figured she'd better start from the beginning. More to the point, their second beginning. "Six months ago Tommy sold his house and moved out here to San Diego where he's opening his first martial arts academy. He was a high school teacher and paleontologist in Reefside, but now he s ready to teach the martial arts again. It's his passion."

"Business man, huh? Me likey."

"So he found a condo, moved in, and then through a funny little cooking mishap ended up burning the three-story building to the ground in a kitchen fire. Thankfully no one was hurt."

Lena blinked. "... and just like that he sounds creepy."

Kim chuckled. "He needed a place to crash right away and my place was the closest. I offered him my extra bedroom as my ex-roommate Kyle moved in with his new boyfriend. I lost his half of the rent, my in-house hair stylist, and expert drink maker all wrapped in one. But seeing as I now needed the other half of the rent, I decided in my infinite wisdom to ask Tommy to move in for a year. Now mind you, he doesn't need the cash, but I wanted to save for a year for myself."

Her brows rose sharply. "So he's rich?"

"I'd say very well off. A very, very generous monetary gift from a good friend he 'helped' save the life of once upon a time."

"Is he gay?"

"Nope. Girls tend to fall at his feet."

"All except you?"

Kim recalled the utterly embarrassing moment of fainting when she found out he was the White Ranger. Not her finest moment, no matter how genuine it was. "... I wasn't totally immune."

So her guy was outrageously hot, rich, trustworthy, a businessman, and a good person? Lena kept searching for the problems here. "He got kids?"

"Nope. Not one."

"Drugs? Drinking? Gambling?"

"Triple no."

"Violent to women?"

"Never."

"Continue."

Craning her neck about to a soothing snap, Kim sighed. "So he moves in and we have separate bedrooms and... its like, you really get to know a person when you live with them. You pick up on all kinds of stuff and I really wanted to choke him after the first week. But I didn't do it. I slowly began to accept his obsessive need to work out at 6:00 AM every single freaking day! He left the toilet seat up and I almost fell in three times. And he uses my body wash and doesn't think I know... but I know," she pointed to her nose.

Lena winced. "My boyfriend sometimes does that too. Its weird."

"And my deodorant when his runs out. Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman my ass," she smirked. "And then he will leave two sips of milk in the gallon container and put it right back in the refrigerator. His idea of doing laundry is washing, drying, and tossing all of it on the couch. He won't fold anything, ever. And if you go under his bed I'm sure there s a dimensional gateway to some world filled with socks that don't match and white boxers."

"Dimensional gateway?"

Kim mentally reminded herself everyone didn't speak 'Ranger-geekyness.' "Never mind that. I am going to stab him at some point is the point. There will be a TV show one day about men who have pushed women to far. They will call it 'Snapped'. And I will be on the season premier."

Laughing softly to herself, Lena could hear it all in her voice. And the look on her face. This was her guy. She just hadn't let herself accept it yet. "So you guys still got along, right?"

Kim gave a wistful nod. "Yeah, we made it work. Found a rhythm that made living together a little less than hellish. We entertain each other," she smiled while looking down. "We make each other laugh. We fight like cats and dogs and then forget it the next minute. We like the same restaurants. We like spending time together. When I get mad at him I usually throw a shoe or two at his head. He never throws it back. That's a positive."

Lena gave a light-hearted nod. "So either of you dating anyone?"

"He had a few dates when he first moved in. Fewer seconds. A third or two at best. As for me, I wasn't seeing anyone until three months ago when I met this guy named Greg at the gym. Then Tommy and I really began to fight. He hated Greg."

"Its because he loves you."

Kim's mouth opened to quickly reply. To defy even. To smack that statement down with the fury. But as she met Lena's green gaze the words died on her tongue. Deep down, she knew. Still, she was defiant. "He's never said it."

"Have you?"

"...I was dating someone."

"Why? Its so obvious you're in love with Tommy."

Damn stranger telling her truths she wasn't ready to face. Kim shrank a bit into her bar-stool. "I'm going to need another drink."

Lena shook her head. "Lets get to the bottom of this first. Now tell me why things didn't work out with this Greg guy?"

Kim shrugged as if she weren't exactly sure, pausing for a moment. "Greg was a really nice, sweet guy. He worked as a personal trainer at the gym I belong too. Had a great body. Knew how to cook, which I loved. He always remembered things and knew how to fold laundry and was patient with me which I need because I can be a bit crazy."

"He sounds great. What was missing?"

Kim recalled her mom asking her the exact same question. And Trini. And Aisha. And she couldn't explain it to any of them any better than she was able to now. "Greg was... he just didn't reach me. I don't know, something about us just never burned. It was like dating my brother, which I have a funny story about a ex-boyfriend and a letter to tell one day. He wasn't very memorable in or out of bed, if you catch my drift."

"Ouch!"

"Yeah. He never made me want more from him. We had a good time when we were together, but I didn't really think about him when we were apart. So when he was ready to commit and really start to build something, I just couldn't hurt him by lying and saying I felt the same way. I didn't," she sighed, recalling his disappointment. Greg was gonna make some girl damn happy one day. It just wouldn't be her. "He was hurt, but he respected my honesty. And it had only been three months. We stopped at the right time I think."

Adept at reading people fairly well, Lena stared at her for a long moment. "Something else happened. Didn't it?"

Suddenly Kim was taken back to that Friday night spent on the couch watching horror movies with Tommy until 2:00 AM. Far to much talking, laughing, snuggling, pizza, and alcohol and they ended up in his bed. "I slept with Tommy, but we didn't have sex. We sorta fell into bed together and then became this tangle of limbs and... I don't know." Her voice turned so soft. "When I woke up the next day in his arms something in me changed. It was two days later I broke things off with Greg."

"OK, that was the right thing to ..."

"Then Tommy and I kept sleeping together," Kim quickly interjected.

"OK, now I'm going to need another drink," Lena teased.

Kim verbally tried to make sense of what she could barely wrap her brain around in her quieter moments. "For the last three weeks we haven't really talked about it, but whoever goes to bed first, the other slides in after they're asleep. Its this great unspoken intimacy and I... we... it feels so right waking up next to him that it scares me to death."

"So now what?"

"I still want to stab him. Repeatedly."

Lena smiled. "Why?"

"He... I found out he lied about something important and that made me do something to hurt him back." When Lena frowned, Kim added, "Yeah, real mature response, right? I wish I was the poster child for wise decisions, but I'm not. This didn't involve sleeping with anyone or anything like that. But when I found out about his lie I was just so pissed off and angry. I wanted to punish him. To make him feel what its like to have your choice taken away from you."

"Then what I think you need is a new man," came mildly slurred from over her right shoulder.

Lena and Kim both looked up at the same time, but could have been blind and still smelled the absolutely drenched in cheap cologne and cheaper booze guy standing there. Average in height, he looked like he might of been handsome once upon a time when he gave a damn about how he looked. Black slacks and a button down shirt with five buttons undone revealing a chest so hairy the Tasmanian Devil would be impressed. Slick back black hair that made no attempt to hide his receding hairline, his eyes swept over Kim with a lustful gaze. He rocked on his heels, appearing to struggle to stand up straight as if the floor was made of ice. "Darling, you need a new man in your life. This Todd or Tim or whoever this guy of yours was, he's outta here," he declared with a thumb aimed over his shoulder. He then leaned in closer, doing his best impression at a deep voice. "My name is Al. Short for 'Al-Night-Long' if you catch my drift," he winked.

Kimberly and Lena's mutual snort of pure laughter caused the guy to take a little step back.

Her brown eyes alive with humor, Kim shot him a look that was the anti of come-hither. "The only thing you need my friend is a cab ride home as you shouldn't be driving in your condition, and the worlds longest, hottest shower." When he was about to interject the palm of her hand raised to his face. "And before you say another word, thank you for approaching me as your presence alone has reminded me why I need to be home and not at a bar at almost 3:00 AM in the morning. And your chest hair looks like a creepy forest."

"Baby..."

"No, I'm not your baby, honey, sweet cheeks or any other pet name that exists. No, you cannot share a cab with me. No, I don't want your phone number, email, or to know anything else about you. Yes, Hair Club for men might aid you in stopping that receding of your hairline, but only if you act now. And the only pussy you'll be getting tonight is if you decide to rob a Pet Smart."

Squinting, he tried to formulate a rebuttal. "Little lady, you are missing out on..."

Before he even finished what he was going to say Kim watched his eyes roll back, and then he passed out drunk on the floor at her feet. The girls stood over him. Kim gave him a tiny little kick to the ribs just to make sure he was still breathing. "Lena, kindly help me lift this guy onto a table, and the please call us both a cab."

"Will do."

"Oh, and before I settle my tab and tip you ridiculously well, got any advice for me?"

"That Tommy guy. He's yours. Any man that can make you that crazy is the one for you. And please do fuck his outrageously hot self fairly soon."

"Duly noted." Snaking a arm underneath the unconscious drunk, Kim realized her place was elsewhere. She needed to see Tommy. To talk to him. And to decide what was next.

Not just for her, but for them.

Kim and Tommy's apartment

17 W. Abbington Drive

Saturday, Jan, 9, 2007 3:39 AM

San Diego, California

Cursing under her breath as she quietly entered her dark apartment, Kim heel-kicked the door shut behind her and then swiftly moved to the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, she threw her expensive puke-scented black Manolo Blahnik heels in the dirty clothes hamper along with her beer-scented blouse. "I hate men!"

Uttered barely as whisper as she shut the bathroom door, Kim exhaled a wealth of frustration. The drunken jerk at the bar who tried to pick her up had fallen to the floor, and then proceeded to vomit all over her shoes when she helped Lena pick him up. Not to mention his wedding band spiraled from his back pocket along with tiny snippets of paper covered in phone numbers. They carried the cheating jerk to a chair while Lena called him a cab.

The former Pink Ranger's good deed for the day, along with having saved a portion of the galaxy, was done.

Arms crossed as she gazed at herself in the mirror, Kim could only shake her head at the lunacy of her life. Wired and tired, she had no clue how she was going to get to sleep tonight. She quickly engaged in a short world-wind of a shower and clean-up, donning a comfortable pink Victoria's Secret night shirt. Fresh breath restored, she padded out of the bathroom before reaching that short distance of space between her and Tommy's bedroom.

One single, terrifying question popped in her head.

Could she surrender to the feelings they shared?

Equally hard-headed and stubborn as he was, Kim knew they'd have a long road ahead at making it work. Being single was like eating cereal to her, and she didn't cry herself to sleep at night over having been a bridesmaid three times in the last five years. She worked her ass off at her career and enjoyed life on her own terms. Life was good, fulfilling, and still evolving.

But that damn Tommy Oliver made her feel far to much. Love. Passion. Rage. Safe. Pain. Lust. Love...

She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and recognized the same addiction in his own gaze for her. No man had ever 'reached' her the way he did. And even with so many harsh things said tonight, she had missed him on the mission. Had soared through an incredible asteroid field and wished he'd been by her side to see it all. Had wanted to hurt him, and just as badly wanted to be with him.

Her pacing ended at his bedroom door.

Standing there felt like she was overlooking the edge of a cliff with an bottomless pit minus a safety net. If she were wrong about him... them... this would likely be the worse heartache she'd ever endure. Her heart was already invested in this, try as she hard to not admit the truth. But what kind of life did you live if you never took chances?

Minus anything resembling a well thought out plan, Kimberly's hand moved closer to the doorknob. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her mind was a complete blank as she was a creature of pure emotion tonight. She gently opened the door.

Tommy's bed wasn't slept in. He wasn't there.

The sudden regretful emptiness that came over her was quickly followed by a profound sense of hurt that no matter the argument they had tonight he hadn't found his way back to her as she had to him. Wherever he was, he didn't want to be near her tonight... her anger grew white-hot, tinged with hurt feelings and just a 'Fuck-It All' mood.

"I hate men!" She suddenly wished she'd drank a hell of a lot more than she had tonight.

Raging across the apartment, no longer caring about much other than crawling into bed and dreaming of killing men, Kim entered her bedroom to find a sight that completely soothed her troubled heart.

Shirtless and gorgeous, Tommy was fast asleep in her bed. The gentle rise and fall of his back was so close to hypnotic as she watched over him in the dark. He'd waited for her after all. It felt like her feet wanted to take a step back, her heart's sly way of saying it was half-afraid.

But not tonight. Exhaling deeply, Kim had no intention of running away from this.

She intended to meet this monumental personal moment head-on with courage. That was her choice. Her decision. For so long her life felt like a tight rope act, ever trying not to get hurt. Keeping potential loves at an arms reach. Daddy issues, courtesy of her parents epically failed marriage and her mother's relationship struggles ever since. But they were not her own. She had her own path to trail blaze.

And this was the first step.

Quietly shutting the door behind her, when Kim turned back around she found Tommy wide awake, gazing at her in the dark. She gave a soft, feminine sigh as they shared a lifetime of unsaid feelings. It didn't suddenly dawn on her that she loved him. She'd always loved him in one form or another. It was just the sheer force of that love had never been stronger than it was right now.

That's what gave her the fearlessness to erase the short distance between them. And when she reached the bed, he reached for her. Claimed her in his strong arms, drawing her tight to his chest, stealing her breath away.

No words were said.

Seizing the day with an uncontrollable urgency, Tommy laced his fingers into her silky dark brown hair. Cupping the back of her head, drawing her to his mouth, their lips met in an erotic union of hot need. Any doubts she had evaporated as the intensity of their sultry kiss was a mark of desperation that something had to fucking change forever between them!

Their time was now.

The impatient rhythm of their X-rated lip-lock left them both gasping, clawing at each other as Tommy pulled her beneath him, settling between her spread thighs. Every single intense emotion this woman created and owned within him detonated in the way he kissed her so hungrily. With such an overwhelming thirst for the sweet taste of her, gliding back and forth over her soft lips. He was throbbing with need, and that was before she snaked one hand down their bodies and into his shorts, fisting his manhood.

Gritting his teeth, Tommy hissed sharply when her fingers curled around his length, and was rewarded when her sexy little tongue swept inside his mouth. He sucked at it, swallowing her breath as he took all that he'd wanted for so very long. All caution be damned, she boldly stroked his hard cock from root to tip. There was nothing coy about the way she tortured him. Nothing shy or unsure of how to handle him. She felt dizzy and wild, her tongue sliding wetly around his as she fucked his cock with her fist. Felt so hard and soft in the palm of her hand, dripping from the tip. And when his hand cupped between her legs she whined softly over his lips... her neck arching, lips parted with a whimper as he found her so wet when his fingers slipped inside her panties, brushing her pussy as she shivered beneath him.

Overcome with longing, Tommy relinquished her delicious mouth, panting heavily as he stilled her hand around his cock. What she was doing had felt so damn good, but if she kept going this would have ended sooner rather than later. Her impish little evil grin said it all.

His descent of her body came in a flash as he lowered his head between her trembling thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. His lips connected with her inner thighs, softly kissing her skin, caressing her until she could barely stand it. The feminine scent of her arousal had his mouth watering as his tongue brushed her mound over the damp cotton of her white panties. Her body jerked as he held her down, lashing the darkened cotton once more just to hear her moan. He growled with aching need, lifting his gaze for but a second as their eyes connected.

'Do it,' she silently begged, her lovely face blushed with lust.

Biting at her bottom lip, Kim felt him tug her panties aside... felt the warmth of his breath upon her... his hungry gaze staring...

"Ahhh," she cried out passionately, her head tossed back, her fingernails biting into the bedsheets when his tongue slid along the moist length of her sex, tasting her fully. Her thighs shook around his head when his tongue lazily traversed her slit a second time, firmly lashing her slick lips. Lapping up and down, slowly stroking her with the full length of his tongue until she purred like a kitten. Parting her soft lips, he made love to her with his mouth, his head rocking back and forth between her legs, taking her to heaven.

The provocative moaning sounds that escaped his hunger were driving her as crazy as the sucking mouth going down on her. With a hand now firmly holding his head where she needed him, her slender hips arched, encouraging his feast. Grinding her hips to his mouth... Eyes tightly shut, her nipples even tighter, her body strained and shifted, yet he wouldn't let her get away. The carnal sucking sounds left her quivering, shifting, quaking, just feeding him all of her.

Tommy slid his arms under her knees as he invaded her juicy flesh with his tongue, fucking her. Nothing and no one could have stopped him from having her this way tonight. Her arousing scent fed his new addiction. The sweet taste of her, he was utterly lost as her slender hips pumped into his mouth. Lost in lust, she writhed when his tongue began lashing over the erect nub of her clit, causing her to shake and tremble. The lustful sounds she was made had him thrusting against the mattress for any sense of relief he could give himself. His cock throbbed angrily with jealousy at the way his tongue thrust inside her.

Grinding her hips, she hypnotically watched his tongue stroking over her clit, wetly lashing up and down as she shivered with pleasure... and then he began to suck softly... and then that much harder... her entire body tensed, eyes straining shut as the sweet tension grew white hot, tight... and when two fingers thrust into her, fucking her so hard her body contorted violently. Her climax peaked with hot waves of pleasure around his pumping fingers. Her thighs closed around his head as her hips arched high, shivering. Her body shifted over the covers, but he held her to him, tasting every drop of her... on and on... He was still lapping softly at her as her breathing finally calmed long enough for her to gently shove his head away.

Reeling happily from an incredible orgasm, she felt his glistening face come to rest against her inner thigh. His heavy breathing... his egotistical smirk, all with her eyes closed.

After a minute or so to regain herself, Kim wrenched up, and then threw her night shirt across the room while the feel of his damp fingers peeling her panties down and off signaled they were only getting started.

Rising above her once more, Tommy kissed her hard. The absolute fear, frustration, and anger he'd lived with in the last couple of days collided with the sheer lust that he had to have her. To finally have her! She kissed him back just as greedily, tasting herself on his lips. Her legs parted for him, offering herself, urging him to take her! The head of his rock-hard cock nudged at her soft opening, sinking into her, spreading her around him until he was all the way in.

Until they were finally sealed as one. Caution, protection, and patience be damned.

Kim emitted a long, low moan at the slow, deep strokes of his thick cock. The power of his strong, lean body rocked into her time after time. Full of him, her eyes rolled back as the bed springs squeaked their approval. She loved the erotic sounds he made, the way he frame heaved above her, pressing her down into the mattress, forcing his way inside her tightness. Her nipples brushed sensation over his muscled chest. Her legs crossed around his torso, drawing him in deeper as every nerve ending in her body hummed. The bed gently rocked beneath her as they began moving as one, gliding along a sensuous rhythm of lovemaking.

Penetrating her deeply, nothing had ever felt so good as being buried to the hilt inside Kim. Nothing had ever turned him on more than the feel of her toned thighs tensing around him. Of her heels crossing his lower back, ankles locking him in place as they moved as one. The decadent music of her ragged breathing as he fucked her just a little harder. Pumping his hips in long, deep thrusts that saw her fingernails dig into his shoulders. Her teeth into the side of his neck, soothed by her soft tongue and moans of pleasure.

In that moment and long before it, Tommy loved her more than anything in the world. More than he ever imagined he could love another person. She was his and his alone. After tonight she would never, ever doubt that again.

A wordless cry escaped her mouth when he covered an erect nipple with his. His tongue stroked wetly over the sensitive tip as he lapped over it. He suckled and lashed at the pebbled peak, drawing deeply at the tip, never losing rhythm inside her. Taking his time, sucking with hunger, tracing at the soft swell of her small breast. He bathed the other in the same warm, wet affection. She arched her back, angled her hips higher, forcing every deep thrust over her clit... God, it had been so long since she had great sex. And this bordered on epic way before it was over.

His absolute thirst to make her come again was beyond his control as he fucked her harder. As his hands slid beneath her, grabbing onto her ass, holding her down beneath him while driving into her deeply. It had been far to long for him, though he held on as best he could, shoving the bed into the wall and her into it until she cried out once more. Her inner muscles tightened around him and there was absolutely no hope of holding back as he pounded into her hard, cumming in bursts of surging wet heat, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Her face strained in pure pleasure, her inner muscles draining him dry until he had no more left to give.

She clung to him in a boneless full-body embrace, gasping heavily, taking all of him inside her. The immense, intense emotion... the passion was nearly mind-numbing as they finally crossed that last line between them. His sweat-slicked skin clung to hers, the powerful drum beat of his heart beating against her own. She held him tightly as he trembled in her embrace. The warmth of his breath fanned over the damp skin of her neck. For her, two orgasms in the span of however long since they started, wow!

And yet while he wasn't as hard as before, he was still rigid enough. Still buried inside her. She lovingly stroked his short, dark hair. The hedonistic smile they shared... Still silent as they hadn't spoken a word since she arrived. And then her hips rocked into his... and then again, as their gazes locked. A third time as she smiled wickedly, feeling him harden inside her.

They kissed softly in the dark, caressing and thrusting, their bodies a tangle of sweaty limbs and colliding hips. Covers hung half off the side of bed, while two of her four pillows were flung to the floor. The sheets were damp with sweat, the air around them scented with lust.

After marking her neck, Tommy wanted her on top this time, twisting over so that she sat snug over his lap. Still locked in place where she belonged.

Wielding delicious pleasure and control, she sank him so deep inside her, sealing their hips together on the wingtips of a husky groan. He was so damn hard, more man than she'd ever had felt before. The sensation of being filled so fully was beyond erotic as she moved over him. Her eyes fell shut, perspiration slicking her hair to her face as she began gliding up and down so tortuously slow she wanted to drive him crazy. Bending over him, loving how thick he felt as she squeezed around him, she kissed him with a breath-stealing hunger. She suckled at his bottom lip while rolling her hips over him, curling her back like a snake over his lap. She confidently fucked his cock until he was grunting and moaning so loudly she was sure he'd never had it so damn good.

Gently biting, nibbling at her succulent mouth... her chin... the side of her face, and then her throat. Tommy's strong hands grabbed at her hips, taking hold of her, dragging her down in hard, up-thrusts. The silky feel of her smooth skin, her slick heat sucking around him as she rode him with a fiery, possessive rhythm that murdered the memory of every woman before 'his' Kim. Her pussy drew ravenously at his cock, riding harder as her mouth fled his. She rose and fell with her eyes tightly shut, her face strained in a lustful blush, lips parted in a bow. Fused by sweat and desire, his hands filled with her firm backside, lifting her with lunging thrusts as she rode him.

It came over her so fast... so unrelenting... just a sheer, hot, wet, body-shaking nails-embedded-in-his-shoulders orgasm that left her tightening uncontrollable around him... deep, wild cries tore from her throat as he suddenly flipped her over onto her back mid-climax.

She was still cumming...

Watching her was a fucking revelation as Tommy lost all control, acting on pure primal instinct alone. Her inner muscles twitched warmly around him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his powerful thrusts left him trembling with the reality of what they'd set in motion. Groaning heavily, his knees digging into the mattress, the intensity of making angry love to her overcame any hope of holding back his need to cum inside her again.

Fiery, pleasure-soaked, scintillating, bed-smacking, wall-rocking, outright screaming sex culminated when Tommy's orgasm slithered down his spine until it caught him like an out of control freight train.

She took his power... his need... and his hunger for her, loving his lack of control and the way her name rained from the pit of his throat as stunning bursts of wet ecstasy surged into her. She held his heaving, grunting frame until he stilled at last... until he gently slumped over her. The only thing she could note was their heavy breathing and that they were oh so alive.

Sore, exhausted, sated beyond all reason and sure the room smelled of sin and that her bed might need to be replaced. Kim smiled in the dark as she had no strength to move. Thankfully, Tommy slipped from her and crashed down beside her with a groan that was almost funny. Sticky and ten shades of reckless, her body hummed at all the pleasure it had enjoyed.

She'd made love to Tommy at last.

And it was fucking AWESOME!

There were a ton of things to talk about and a definitive path to set and all of that, but right now she just didn't want to do anything more than lie beside him and happily pass out. She'd didn't have anything else to give tonight, physically or emotionally. She just wanted to be near him.

Summoning the last of his strength to roll over onto his side, Tommy stretched his arms and legs out. Of all the times he'd fantasized about making love to Kim as a teenager and even as a grown man, tonight was better than all of it. He yawned loudly, preparing to open his eyes to hers and then... there was just so much to figure out. But his feelings for her were so very obvious. Of course when he did open his eyes he found Kim had fallen into a very deep sleep, and was even snoring softly.

His chest swelled with male pride.

Yawning once more, Tommy quietly pulled the covers over her nude form. As ever, their timing was way off, but they were at least moving in the same direction.

Smiling, Tommy soon fell fast asleep himself.

10:25 AM

When the softest of moans suddenly escaped him, Tommy slowly awakened to twin surprises of the most incredible kind.

Brown eyes sleepily opened to gorgeous beige walls and a wall-spanning oil painting of a beautiful sailboat. Neither of which were native to his bedroom. Suddenly, carnal memories of last night mentally assaulted him as it dawned where he was and who s bed he was in.

The second, and by far the most exquisite treat, was the methodical rise and fall of the sheets over his lap... and just as stunning, the moist, warm pleasure of the sweetest mouth gliding up and down his now very hard cock. He blinked, ensuring he wasn't imagining this. But the pleasure was far to real as his eyes rolled backward, hands curled into fists. His heart rate quickened, his senses rising to full alert as all he could do was marvel at the way his cock swelled in the warm wetness of Kim's amazingly talented mouth.

His brain attempted to wrap around waking to such a ecstasy, but quickly gave up. His back arched when she nibbled on just the head, her tongue gliding over the sensitive tip in such a gloriously lazy manner her name was all that he could say... over and over along with such simple phrases as "Oh God," "So good," and "Baby, don't stop, please..."

Certainly a spur of the moment idea, Kim woke up feeling naughty and carefree. Why not go all the way and just erase the line they crossed last night? Fisting his cock, she sucked hard on the head, loudly letting him hear how lovingly she enjoyed the task. Warm saliva trickled down the side of his hard cock, followed by her tongue giving chase. Under the covers she firmly stroked the base of his cock, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft to the tune of his husky breathing and the sheets pulling gently from his hands grabbing at them. His thigh muscles tensed near her head, his chest rising and falling powerfully as she sucked with renewed vigor, loving the raw connection they shared.

No man would ever spend time trying to figure out what he did to be so lucky to be in this position, but Tommy mentally swore Kim would be repaid in pleasure until she couldn't see straight. Which was exactly the position he was in now as the covers hypnotically bobbed over his lap. Her oh-so-warm mouth sank down... all the way down, and then back up, and then back down again. Wet sucking sounds crippled his senses as all thinking fled out the bedroom window - so did his breathing - the ability to do anything more than belong to her and pray she never stopped doing what she was doing.

Feeling the tell-tale signs that he was nearing the end of his control, she slowed the pace by nibbling down his throbbing length, and then back up again... lazy, wet sucks that went on and on as he moaned and groaned like a man on the edge of a cliff. She took pride in her vaunted technique, but it was time to rock his world. After a deep intake of breath, she began stroking his cock while sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks to drive him mad!

Shaking now, his toes curling, Tommy felt it rising so fast he barely was able to utter, "Kim... Kim, I'm gonna... God, Kim!"

While a good girl was ever thankful for the warning, her inner bad girl intended to finish the job, pun intended. Burying him in the warmth of her sucking mouth, her tongue wrecked havoc on the head, lashing just before she fucked him with her fist and her mouth. His entire body tensed powerfully, encased in intense pleasure that rumbled through him when he came so hard and fast in her mouth. The wet bursts slid over her tongue as she swallowed, sucking every damn drop like she couldn't get enough. Her fist fucked it all out of him and down her throat. And when finally the shakes overwhelming him began to subside, she smiled beneath the covers.

No, she had never, ever in her life met a woman that thought the taste of cum was good. Nor did she personally share that belief. And while a mans diet had a great deal to do with it, there was never the word "Good" used to describe the taste. But sometimes you just wanted to own the man you loved, and make it so damn good for him that he would never forget it. And after last nights three orgasm extravaganza, she didn't mind taking one for the team.

He'd earned it.

Tugging the covers back while climbing up alongside him, despite the wild bed hair she was sure she was sporting, Kim greatly enjoyed the closed-eyed, thoroughly butt-kicked expression he wore. He wore the look of a well-pleased man.

"Jesus..."

"No, Kim," she softly snickered, grazing a smooch over his cheek.

5:45 PM

"...fuck, so good," Kim swore softly as her small breasts swayed to the deep thrusts rocking her forward on her knees. Her nails dug into the dark blue sheets on Tommy's king-size bed while his dug into her slender hips from behind, driving into her with slow, impacting thrusts. So deep she felt him everywhere as she quivered around him. Groaning hotly, she tossed the most erotic smirk over her shoulder at him, panting, "Take it... ahhh, yes..."

"Mine!" Tommy swore, his gaze fixated on the obscenely carnal expression Kim wore in the large black-trimmed mirror above the headboard of his bed. The seductive, oh-so-sexy faces she made... her features contorting sensuously... wincing passionately... he could not steel his eyes away from the hypnotic sight of her for anything in the world. The rousing vision of her perfect little ass smacking against his upper thighs, it felt so fucking good to be buried inside her. To feel her body sucking around him. Bending over her, his strokes slowed as he nipped at her shoulder, breathing hot over the back of her neck. Pressing kisses up and down her spine.

Hissing between clenched teeth when his gently bit at the nape of her neck, she rocked into his slow and deep thrusts, matching his rhythm perfectly. The scent of his skin covered every square inch of her body, and she loved the way it branded her as his. Giving him such control... such power to take her this was turned her on beyond words. Her inner muscles squeezed around him, drawing tightly... wetly around his hard shaft. He belonged to her, body and soul. She felt it bone deep him in her bloodstream. Him so deep inside her she couldn't think straight.

They were indulging in pure, raw emotion. Reckless desire like an out of control freight train.

Bent over her with her small breasts in his hands, Tommy heard her suck in her breath, and then cry out in pleasure. Drawing back until the tip was barely inside her, and then forward once more until she spread around his cock with the warmest embrace. The sound of their flesh slapping together was intoxicating as his heart pounded in his chest. Her whole body flushed with heat and perspiration and God, he just couldn't get enough of her. She was so warm, wet, and tight encased around him. The way her lovely hair framed her flushed face, her swaying breasts, her nipples so erect as he took her from behind... he could watch her forever like this. Watching 'his' Kim being fucked hard. The way her beautiful face strained, white teeth bared as their flesh smacked rhythmically, his hips colliding with her gorgeous little backside. "Can't... God, I can't get enough of you."

Kim locked eyes with his in the mirror once more, gazing at his reflection hungrily. The intense hunger written all over his face. The lean muscle of his body flexing, as deadly to her senses as the hard cock sinking into her as she rocked back to meet his lust. He looked hypnotized in the mirrors reflection... part Green Ranger evil, part lost in her... dark and sexy and just so damn hard. Her breasts tingled with every deep thrust. Finally she shut her eyes at the intensity of her own heated expression. The scent of them hung in the hot air, her knees digging into the mattress as she was fucked from behind. Trembles of pleasure swept over her as she tipped her ass higher, grunting loudly every single time he went deep. "Don't stop..."

"Can't stop," he gasped, holding on tight to her from behind. Mercy, he stared at the vision she made in the mirror - The lustful glow of her cheeks... mouth parted in the sexiest bow as she breathed heavily. She was beyond sexy. Seductive. Decadent. Words failed him to describe her. She felt so damn good he knew he'd always be addicted.

Kim knew the moment his hand came down hard over her ass with an audible smack that fifteen years of unresolved sexual tension couldn't have been resolved by flowers and candy missionary sex. Again, as she cried out... again, the heat of his hand that left her sex weeping around him. Each smack leaving a hand-sized blush over her ass.

She wanted to fuck him. To be fucked by him. And when he took a fistful of her hair, pulling her back while watching the ecstasy on her face, fucking her deep and hard, the duel sensation left her quivering. Engaged in unapologetically loud sex as she was bent at the waist, legs spread wide for him... she heard the low cry break from his throat as his cock suddenly stiffened inside her, his hands gripping her hips, allowing him to fuck her so hard at the end when jolts of wet heat surged uncontrollably into her. Already on the edge or orgasm herself, his climax triggered hers, roaring in great clenching spasms around him that drained and milked his seed until he had none left. Until his sweat-slicked frame bent over her, his cock still twitching with no more cum to give.

Later that night

Highway I-5 North

Saturday, Jan, 9, 2007 9:30 PM

Southern California

"This time, This place - Misused, Mistakes - Too long, Too late - Who was I to make you wait - Just one chance - Just one breath - Just in case there's just one left -'Cause you know, you know, you know..."

Cruising behind the wheel of his black 2006 Ford Explorer, Tommy enjoyed Kim's impromptu MP3 sing-along concert as she recited Nickle backs "Far Away" while they drove up the coast on a starry night. Lost in the music, she applied a fresh coat of high gloss pink nail polish to her fingernails while engaged in a musical duet with one of her all-time favorite bands.

Her energy tonight was infectious. As if the air around her crackled with a spark of unpredictable adventures to come. Behind those designer shades of hers he thought she was so damn beautiful... so deserving of the brilliant evening skyline above as twilight set in.

"That I love you - I have loved you all along - And I miss you - Been far away for far too long - I keep dreaming you'll be with me - and you'll never go -
Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore..."

The former White Ranger smiled at the way his heart-rate was directly affected by those lyrics, even as she hadn't spared him so much as a glance while singing them. Nor had that surprised him in the least. It was just Kim being Kim. Flirtatious mind games in a could-care-less attitude that was far from the truth, but all her style.

Their unbroken silence ever since they hit the road an hour ago wasn't a condition of an issue as far as he was concerned. He quietly relished the long drive ahead and having time to mentally walk through all the changes to come in his life.

This was it. This was the trip that they would look back on as the turning point relationship. Whatever the future held for them began here.

After their last tremendously vigorous love-making session this afternoon they enjoyed a long, relaxing nap as a plan began to form in his mind. Slipping from the bedroom to make a quick, secretive phone call, when Tommy returned he softly kissed her awake. When her pretty brown eyes sleepily opened he whispered that she needed to pack an overnight bag, shower, and be ready to roll in thirty minutes. Just trust him. He offered no more information, nor did she even ask. Her answer was the brightest, sexiest smile. They'd set upon this new path together, and it was understood that things would never be the same again. So whatever he had planned, she was all in.

Cheesy as it sounded in his head, Tommy felt like his heart was soaring as she sang along with her personal mix of favorite music. Her singing voice had him wondering not for the first time why she hadn t taken a more serious shot at a musical career. She was so talented, and he knew that while he was far more than smitten with her, if he'd never met her before he would have felt the exact same way. She had 'it', and he wanted to know why she hadn't taken 'it' further. But Kim was practical and focused where her post-college interior design career was concerned. Where he'd bounced around as a race car driver, stuntman, and a part-time superhero before going back to college for paleontology, becoming a high school teacher, and then yet again donning the tights, she'd found her niche right after the Pan Global games and relentlessly pursued it.

Her creative side loved what she was doing for a living. A fact she'd shared with him many times.

As their road trip flew by in a blur of the moonlit ocean, Tommy knew he was ever the restless soul seeking his next great thrill while Kim lived like the certainty of the sun rising in the morning. She knew herself and what she wanted far better than he ever did. She wanted and craved adventure just as much, but she was able to let it go as her time had passed for certain things. She made peace with it, and was able to say goodbye when other aspects of her life required her full attention. A skill he had always envied and admired in her.

Which made her recent Ranger mission all the more troublesome to him.

Though a mystery as all women were, Tommy longed to take his time learning everything there was to know about her. As much as he knew, there was so much more to the woman who ruined all other women for his heart. She was quality. Class. Sexy. Dangerous. Smart. A smart ass too, and much, much more.

As the beauty of Oceanside, California sped by, Tommy couldn't stop thinking about the woman beside him. After one of... no, the absolute best night of his entire life the thought of Kim ever being with another man wasn't something he could deal with. No way, no how. He greedily soaked in every second of her presence by his side. Last night wouldn't be enough for him. Forever might not be enough, and deep down he knew what that meant. Knew that it was time to man-up or let her go. Though now the latter simply wasn't possible.

If it wasn't that devilish twinkle in her eyes whenever she was caught red-handed eating his Golden Grahams cereal after he'd hidden them and she found them anyway, it was her infectious laughter at silly movies that made spending time with her so much damn fun. Like making him watch Sex in the City with her and eating ice cream, a fact he'd never dared tell a living male friend of his. Or the way she fell asleep on his shoulder during Sunday football games that she didn't have a world of interest in, but watched them because he did. She greatly enjoyed playing pranks on him, and could argue him into the ground, and then piss him off so bad he wanted to put his fist through a wall. But the anger never remained for very long. Never lingered. And just like that she could flash that glorious smile of hers and he was putty in her hands once more. Once they talked it was never spoken of again,

Tommy was also fond of Kim's immense drive and the way she attacked life with a voracious intent to succeed. Nothing was ever handed to her. She earned her promotions and those bigger contracts. He was well aware she didn't need his side of the rent anymore... far from it, actually as money was no longer an issue at all. But now she wanted him to stay as badly as he wanted too, even with that being unsaid. And while she would never win a cooking contest, he thought her roast beef was the best he'd ever eaten.

Yeah, he had it bad.

And then Greg entered her life. For the very first time since they moved in together Tommy felt threatened. Flirting and bantering hadn't led to them crossing the line he was certain was just waiting to be erased. But life and work and, really just life made time whip by so fast and all of a sudden she had a boyfriend that wasn't a jerk at all. Greg had been a pretty decent guy, even as Tommy wanted to behead him. And on date nights when Kim didn't come home he wasn't foolish enough to think she was sleeping on his couch.

Tommy knew his agitation with Greg was all jealousy. But if Kim had truly fallen in love, and he hadn't stepped up to the plate to offer her an alternative, who was he to stand in the way? In hindsight, he recalled his fathers old saying "A closed mouth doesn't get fed." He should have told Kim how he felt, but he hadn't found the words. His throat closed around trusting her, or any woman that much again. His first, second, and fourth relationships all ended with the girl either feeling they had gone as far as they could go, or he wasn't ready for a deeper commitment, or some jerk in Florida blah blah blah...

But that amazing movie night when he first shared a bed with Kim, and every night after he knew she was his heart and if he wanted to win hers he'd have to fight for it.

Tonight, he fully intended to do just that.

With Kim still singing along beside him, Tommy let his mind drift back to the intense passion they shared last night. The sheer eruption of emotion she stirred in him couldn t be denied. He'd never been that way with a woman before. Never so hungry for her... so in desperate need to take her... just thinking about how they made love caused his cock to harden in his jeans even as he drove. A smirk danced along the side of his mouth just thinking about how she felt wrapped around him.

He knew that she deserved his very best. That she didn't play games, and her heart wasn't something to toy with. So when the idea to take her away for the rest of the weekend popped into his head, he saw the opportunity for them to spend some quality alone time together, and to truly talk about where they wanted to go.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going yet, or should I email a picture of myself to Trini so she can have them placed on the back of milk cartons?"

"Can't it be a surprise?" he smiled while easing his foot off the accelerator as the road began to curve.

With his handsome profile outlined in the soft glow of the dashboard, Kim settled in comfortably, turning down the radio a bit so that they could talk. "Fine, keep your secrets."

Her tone wasn't upset at all. She fixed him with a bratty do-what-I-say expression he already loved. "Just be patient."

"We're going to your uncle's cabin in the mountains." His deer-in-headlights-expression made her laugh out loud. To funny. "Really?"

"How did you know?"

"Number one, two weeks ago you mentioned how he hadn't used it in a while, but how much you still loved the area," she counted off a second finger, "Second, I can read highway signs and have 20/20 vision. We're heading toward the mountains of Angel Grove and we don't have any camping equipment with us, so the logical destination is your Uncle's cabin."

Reaching out to take her hand, he brought it to his mouth where he kissed it softly. "I was hoping you would have fallen asleep from my awesome lovemaking skills and then would be surprised when you woke up."

"You're not that awesome," her eyes twinkled as he humorously let her hand go. He was beyond awesome, actually. But he knew that already, the jerk. Handsome, wonderful jerk that he was. "You know, we were supposed to lose our virginity to each other there."

Better believe he remembered that one. "Yeah, but you weren't ready... like ever."

She shot him one hell of a glare. "Hey!"

"Kidding."

"No you're not."

"I know, I'm not. I was so horny back then," he chuckled at the memories of their youth. "My gorgeous girlfriend walked around in leotards and spandex every single day and all I could do was kiss her. It was killing me to be a gentleman."

She shifted a little to look at him. "I bet your right hand got a hell of a workout back in the day."

"Your dad did say I had a good, strong handshake." They both cracked up at that one, thoroughly enjoying the moment. This seemed like the perfect moment to fix an issue between them. He turned serious. "Listen, I just want to say that I am sorry for not telling you or anyone not involved with the Red Rangers mission. While it was a kind of spur of the moment mission, that s no excuse to not keep everyone in the loop and informed. It was a bad call on me and Jason's part and I hope you can forgive me."

His sincere apology eased a bit of the anger she still held onto over it. "All of you that went, you matter to all of us. The Rangers are family for life. So if something attacks Earth, it attacks all of us. Not just you guys. So please never do anything like that again... at least not without letting me in on the fun," she winked at the end.

Tommy nodded. "It won't happen again, I promise. You have my word."

"You're forgiven." She stared straight ahead, enjoying the sights of Southern California until Tommy fake-coughed. She settled back and shut her eyes, and then he cleared his throat. Nothing. A pause later and she was almost laughing at him.

"Don't you have something you want to say to me?"

"Well, we've got bottled water in the back seat and I have a cough drop in my purse. Which do you want?" He shook his head, driving along while pretending to be pissed at her. She wanted to kiss him right then and there. "I'm sorry too," she began seriously. "It wasn't right or mature to disappear without a trace. I know how worried you were, and I'm sorry. Something like this won't ever happen again. I promise."

"... I can't lose you, Kim." Maintaining his focus on the road wasn't easy as they were delving into uncharted waters. "You're not just my good friend anymore." And then he declared with his heart, "You're a part of me now. The best part. I wouldn t be able to take it if something happened to you."

There really wasn't anyway to take what he said but at face value. And that meant fully accepting where this was headed. Kim's ever present fear gently faded as she reached for his free hand, twining their fingers as he drove. "Do you know what a shipper is?"

"A shipper" he ran through his mind." "A person who ships goods? Like Fed-Ex?"

"No," she laughed before reminding herself who she was talking too. "Well yeah to the general public. But in TV shows, movies and books a shipper is someone supports the romantic relationship between two people. The term you tend to use is 'I ship' and then the shipper name of the couple at the end. Like when I was twelve I shipped Zack and Kelly from Saved by the Bell. But that was before they had ship names. So I just said I ship Zack and Kelly."

All of this was way over Tommy's head. "OK..."

Taking a deep, calming breath Kim declared. "I one-hundred percent ship Kommy."

"... you're a communist?"

She wanted to smack him, but couldn't be to mad as how many guys knew this stuff. "No, Kommy with a K. Its our ship name. Its us. Its my K and your ommy. I ship Kommy." There. He had to understand that.

Inside his heart it was the Fourth of July. "So you support a romantic relationship between us, right?"

"Yes."

"Why can't we be called Tim?"

"Cause that sucks."

"Timberly?"

"Is that a boy-band?"

"Why do you get to name us?"

"Cause I created this ship. My ship, my name choice. Those are the rules."

"OK, honey."

"Honey? I here I thought I was your Beautiful?"

"Always."

Harry Oliver's cabin

Saturday, Jan, 9, 2007 11:45 PM

Mountains of Angel Grove, Ca

"I was a Power Ranger and a Girl Scout, dammit!" Kimberly proudly reminded herself as worked the twin wooden sticks with vigor, desperately attempting to recreate what Stone-Age mankind once did thousands of years ago. Alas, as she drilled the sticks into a smaller piece of wood in hopes of creating an ember, her efforts were quickly proving futile. She'd been at it for ten minutes now with no luck. "Come on, Kim. You navigated a advanced starship through a vast asteroid field while a black hole collapsed behind you. This should be child s play.."

So far she only created a bad cramp in her right hand. And talking to herself in the third-person hadn't helped either.

Seated upon a stoop just off the side of the front porch of Harry Oliver's cabin, she gazed skyward in frustration while listening to the incredibly uncharacteristic swear words fleeing Tommy's mouth at a frantic pace from inside. Ever the gentleman, raised by one and mindful of how unimpressive cursing made a person look, the former White Ranger's expletive rant as he finished his walk-through of the cabin was almost amusing if she wasn't so hungry and chilly.

As she set about trying to start a fire once more, Kim considered reminding Tommy that while he asked his uncle if he was using his cabin, he never asked what condition it was in or the last time he'd been up here. For if he had Tommy he might of learned that the electricity generator no longer worked, leaving them with no refrigerator, TV, or lights. Add into it inch-thick dust on just about everything, a broken window, and the lack of heat... nonetheless she decided against beating him up more than he was doing himself already. And for one so self-disciplined and mild-tempered, to hear him swearing up a storm was pretty close to hilarious.

Thankfully possessing the foresight only a woman was capable of, Kim had forced him to stop at a local Wall-Mart before they turned off the main road. They bought food, bottled water, clean sheets, and a couple of flashlights just cause. As light beams moved about the dark living-room as Tommy approached the front door, she was still far more pleased than angry at the state of things. That is, except her inability to create fire. Glaring at the hand that held the sticks, she knew she was doing it right, but it just wasn't working. "This sucks donkey balls!"

"I couldn't agree more," Tommy exhaled angrily as he exited the front door and walked down the four short steps to sit beside her. Swiping dust off his hands, his gaze fell over the beautiful sparkling lake nearby. He sighed with frustration, having found nothing the way he expected. "So you want the good news or the bad?"

"Don't tease me that there's any good news." Grimacing, Kim spun the two wooden sticks ever harder, growing more discouraged by the second.

"Duly noted," he replied with a grin. Hands on his knees, he told her, "I can't get the generator working, and only the water in the bathroom runs. With the water heater broken the only thing we have is cold water. But at least we can use the bathroom."

"This is the most romantic medieval date I've ever had," she joked cheekily as fire continued to elude her. "Do we have candles?"

"No. Not one."

"Firewood for the fireplace?"

"Thankfully, yes. We won't freeze tonight, provided we can start a fire."

"How about the window?"

"I did a quick board-up job on it. No worries."

"So we have no electricity, no gas, enough dust to draw our names on every piece of furniture here, and only cold water in the bathroom?"

"Well, the bathroom is the only thing working."

"Amen for that at least." Having had enough, Kim rose to her feet, and then flung the offending wooden sticks back towards the woods they came from. Reaching down into her over-night bag, she pulled a pink laser blast out, aimed it at the wooden base she d been working on, and fired three times. Instant fire. "And there you go." Lifting the blaster, she blew a kiss at the nozzle.

Tommy stared with his mouth hung open. "You have a laser blaster?"

"Yep, brand new. Courtesy of Billy. It was for my birthday."

"A pink one?"

"Awesome, right?" she gleefully noted, tucking the weapon back in her bag. "I would have gotten you one, but they didn't have Crayola color."

Rolling his eyes, Tommy tossed a couple of branches on the fire while Kim gathered the marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He watched her move to the car and then back again, his gaze as captivated as his heart. Never mind the poor state of the cabin, he felt this monumental shift in his life about to occur. When she returned to his side, he declared, "You're beautiful."

Having heard him mid-poke of a marshmallow onto one of the sticks they brought, that word uttered by him had never failed to make her heart flip. She blushed by firelight, and then laughed at how young it made her feel. He was still the one and only man she wanted to be attractive for. "You gonna compliment me all night or help me?"

"I'm going to do both."

"Great answer." Her alluring smile was pure feminine invitation, and thankfully he got the hint. Leaning over, he maintained eye contact with her just before his warm mouth softly covered hers in a deep, wet kiss. The kind that warmed her all over from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. He had fire in his soul, and it drew her like a moth to a flame. No man made her feel the way he did, and she felt it was time to stop looking for one who did.

When their lips finally parted he inhaled the scent of her perfume, pressing a final kiss over the side of her neck. His tongue made her shiver, which lit a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I've never made a Smore before."

Kim blinked, thoroughly shocked. "How is that even possible? Did you grow up in a prison?" her expression beamed as she handed him a marshmallow-staked stick, and then held one of her own over the fire. "You just lost a thousand cool points."

"I was never the camping type, Kim." Tommy imitated how she held her stick, watching how she made sure to get close to the fire, but not to close. "I was a gym rat growing up. Martial arts was king and I wasn't into anything else."

"So you're a Smores virgin?"

"Yes. So you're taking my virginity here after all."

"Excellent," she replied in her 'Mr. Burns' voice from the Simpsons, steepling her fingers Ala the iconic character. Rotating her marshmallow just above the flames, she heated it until until it was warm and gooey, and then angled her stick so that the marshmallow laid upon a chocolate covered graham cracker. Smushing another cracker on top to trap the marshmallow, she pulled it off the stick. "This is a perfect Smore," she announced happily as crickets provided background noise. She took Tommy's stick from his hand, and then handed him her Smore. "Eat this."

Taking the oh so delicious looking treat, he couldn't resist brushing his lips over hers once more, whispering, "I'd rather eat you."

His husky voice made her sex throb as he favored her with a I'm-gonna-charm-the-clothes-right-off you sorta smile. "Later," she mouthed silently, playfully shoving him away. She watched him take a big bite of the Smore while she made her own. "So what do you think?"

"It's fantastic," he sounded like a child, grinning wide while inhaling another big bite. He had to wipe a bit of marshmallow off the side of his mouth. "How many can we make?"

Kim snickered at his obvious enthusiasm. "Lets find out."

For the next hour they ate Smores and kissed by firelight, enjoying the simpler things in life. On a gorgeous starry night they talked about the old days, recalling stories from their teenage years as Power Rangers and all the excitement and adventure they shared at such a young age. They laughed so hard at the memories of some of the zany monsters they fought and how they were somehow able to fool they're parents whenever they needed to sneak out of the house. How innocent things were back then, and how progressively serious they turned as they got older.

With the Smores eaten and the fire dying out, Tommy reached for her hand. Her eyes met his, accepting his silent invitation. He twined their fingers, and then led her down a walk by the sandy shoreline of the lake.

Enjoying the peaceful night for a few quiet minutes, Kim knew he was struggling to find the right words for what he wanted to say. She understood that about him, her heart ever patient where he was concerned. He was anxious and impatient, but more than that he was a bit nervous. The latter she found so cute as it showed how much this moment meant to him. How much she meant to him. Yes, he was worth waiting for, and crazy as they drove each other was as perfect as they were for each other.

Holding her small hand as they toured the shoreline, Tommy summoned his courage for the most important talk of his life. He took a deep breath, and then began. "I was so scared when you disappeared, Kim. I was literally going out of my mind with worry. I have never been more scared in all my life."

Guilt clenched hot in her belly. She gave a slow nod. "It was wrong of me to leave without a trace. No excuse makes up for that. I'm truly sorry," she said to him, closely watching the serious emotion written all over his face.

"I know, and I believe you. It's just... I know what its like to make a snap decision too. I've always lived however I wanted to live. I never built a life that I couldn't uproot at any time. Relationships either," he confided to her. "Race car driving kept me on the road touring the country for most of the year when I did it. Stunt work kept me on the move as well. I lived in and out of so many hotels and motels cause I had no one waiting for me at home. I wasn't responsible for anyone but myself." He continued, "Paleontology sent me all over the world. And even when I tried to put down roots in Reefside, crazy found me again," he laughed softly, squeezing her hand. "But there comes a time in a mans life when he's got to assess what matters most and then commit to building that and only that. Its about prioritizing what matters most. I guess what I'm saying is I don't want to live selfishly anymore. I don't want to be the kind of person that has no roots anywhere."

Tommy squeezed her hand as the waves crashed near their feet, "I've lived the most insanely outrageous life anyone ever could. I've literally done it all, and I don't regret most of it. But ever since I moved in with you and we reconnected, I realized that whatever I've been searching for my whole life, I found in you."

"Its my great roast beef, isn't it?" Kim joked by his side, even as her eyes glistened at his dear words.

Tommy shook his head, ever mindful of her need to be playful. "I knew in the last couple of weeks what I felt for you was truly special. But when you disappeared and I had no clue where you were for days... I was terrified. He paused for a moment to gather himself. "Life is so short, Kim. Nothing is promised to anyone. But I've lived like I have had nine lives."

"Like Catwoman?"

"Work with me here," he smiled.

"Hushing now." She made a little zip-motion over her mouth.

He put an end to their little tour, affectionately tugging her to his chest. His arms closed tightly around her, holding her to him, as he gazed into her eyes. His heart skipped several beats as he gazed at her. "I'm madly in love with you."

Kim's brilliant smile turned night to day. "I know."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Eh, I'm just as stubborn. We both gotta get better at that." Resting her head over his chest, she deeply inhaled clean mountain air. "I tried to get back at you in a way that was very hurtful and immature. I felt slighted and just so angry over how that dangerous Red Ranger mission seemed like a joke to you and Jason. Its like neither of you think you can ever die. That scares me big-time."

"All that pride and ego we both have... we've got some growing up to do, that's for sure. But I don't want to be that man anymore. I want to keep you and everyone informed, and I need to be mindful that its not just me anymore. It's us." His hand lifted, gently cupping her face. "Nothing is more important to me than you are. You're my greatest adventure. So I don't need to seek thrills elsewhere."

"I wear a size four ring."

Tommy blinked. "What?"

"What?" Kim quickly, if comically, repeated. Grinning, she knew he wouldn't remember, but oh well. She'd make sure to leave reminders for a future trip to a jewelry store when the time was right. For now though she was content to be so happy. "I'm pretty insanely in love with you too." He looked as happy as she had ever seen him. Good. Very good. "Just remember this. I'm not going to try and change you. I just want you to think about your life right now, if what you're about to do will make me want to kill you, and that I want to know whats going on. And I'll treat you the same way."

"Deal."

"And you're going to have to be patient with me as well. I'm a pill and I know it. And I'm just as stubborn as you are."

"Duly noted," Tommy replied.

"Anything else?"

"Don't write me any letters."

"Who does that anymore? I got your email address, pal. And I know how to text very well. Couple that with the advances in social media and I have dozens of ways to break up with you if I choose."

"No breaking up ever again."

Well that meant everything and she knew it, felt it, and wanted it more than anything she ever had before. "Deal."

When she shivered he drew her closer, already wanting her again. Already craving her body no matter that he had been with her all day long. He was addicted to everything that she was. "Lets go back to the cabin so I can warm you up."

A raised brow, "Is that your best come on line?"

"Your body's name must be Visa, because it's everywhere I want to be."

Kim's face scrunched up as her response needled him. "Yeah, we're gonna lay off the lines and just unbutton your shirt. Some men should be seen and not heard."

"How about this. I want to fuck you all night long."

Her white teeth nipped at her bottom lip. "Jackpot!" Kim winked at him, and then she slipped from his embrace and ran off back to the cabin.

Tommy chased after her, his heart as carefree as he had ever felt. It wasn't long before he caught up with her just as she reached the front porch, curling his arms around her slender waist to lift her off her feet and swing her around. She shrieked with glee as he set her back down on her feet, spun her around, and then thoroughly kissed her soft mouth.

Just like that, all games faded away as passion flared white hot. That was, until they heard someone clearing their throat behind them. Tommy and Kim, still in each others arms, glanced over their shoulder.

They found a blue-tinged holographic vision of Billy standing before them. Possessing his trademark business casual attire and a new-found commanding presence, he knew his presence here was not expected. But circumstances were dire.

"Salutations," the former Blue Ranger offered as he greeted his old friends. "I apologize for my abrupt interruption of your evening, but we have a critical situation at hand."

"Can you tell us in an hour?" Tommy hoped against hope, and then received a not-to subtle little elbow from his new girlfriend. "Two hours?"

"Unfortunately, I am unable to comply," Billy replied apologetically. "Three hours ago there was a riot at Zalaria Intergalactic Prison on the far side of the solar system Eltar resides in. There are twenty thousand hardcore galactic prisoners over-running the facility. They have killed over five hundred guards, are holding a thousand more hostage, and have taken command of the prisons defense systems and Authority-Bots. The situation is severe and out of control. If they break the encryption codes to the starship hanger bay they will have access to a means to escape the prison. At last count nearly fifty mid-sized vessels are stationed there."

Hating their friend's bad timing, Tommy and Kim parted, and then walked towards Billy's hologram with no small amount of frustration written on their faces.
Tommy sighed, knowing full well that Billy would not be here unless things were really bad. "What do you need?"

"We are assembling a team of eleven Rangers that will rendezvous with a Galactic Alliance strike team. We will attempt to secretly enter the prison and neutralize the threat from within. With this being a black-op mission, we need experienced Rangers who can handle a gun fight and won't fold under pressure. Your names came up as prime candidates for this type of mission."

Clearly exasperated, Kim's arms crossed her chest. Her body still hummed for Tommy, but her mind was already contemplating the news. "If I remember correctly, that prison is on a planet so far from a sun that the prison is set five miles underground. That its impossible to survive on the surface at all."

"Affirmative. The surface of the planet has a temperature of minus three hundred and eighty-seven degrees. It's barely twice the size of our Earth moon. "

Hands stuck in his pockets, Tommy considered, "So we'd be entering a frozen world to traverse five miles underground in hopes of sneaking into a heavily fortified prison overrun by twenty thousand blood-thirty criminals all willing to do anything to escape?"

"That would be a legitimate claim, yes," Billy nodded.

Kim looked to Tommy, who smiled, and then back to Billy. "Sounds like fun."

Never mind their bravado, and that he was pleased to see them reunited after so many years, Billy was all business. "You will be briefed in five Earth hours. Rendezvous coordinates have been pre-programmed in your new Zords."

"New Zords?" they asked as one.

Billy pointed above their heads.

Ten feet above them it appeared as if the sky shattered and light bent in on itself. A shimmering effect twisted as the stealth devices disengaged, revealing a brand new Pink Crane and While Falcon Zord. Sleek and highly updated, their design seemed a merging of yesteryear s versions with today's hi-tech.

Watching his friends obvious surprise, Billy was most pleased, "So you approve?"

"Absolutely." Kim was highly impressed. She leaned into Tommy. "I know we said it was time to move on and all, but we gotta fly those bad boys."

Having prepared to let this aspect of his life go, the adrenalin was already pumping through his veins. Nonetheless, he wanted to make sure he and Kim were on the same page. Equal in all decisions made. "Last mission?"

Kim nodded. "Last mission." They fist-bumped.

Attempting not to roll his eyes in an uncivilized manner, Billy continued, "In addition, these new Zords come with individual motion and voice controls. They are already calibrated to your voices and are be fully functional..."

"Voice command?" Tommy laughed. "So if I yelled 'FIRE!' it would..."

The twin energy blasts that launched from the White Falcon Zords wings shot so fast, and with such immense force no one had the chance to do anything but stare in complete utter shock as Harry Oliver's little cabin in the mountains was completely obliterated in a violent explosion. The detonating blast threw both Kim and Tommy off their feet as force of it even rattled nearby trees. Literally dozens of pieces of debris rained down softly all around them, as well as a toilet that crashed back to the ground. It was the one and only thing that survived the blast.

Having landed on her butt and with grass in her hair, Kim gaped at Tommy while sitting up, "Really, Tommy?! Really?!"

"But..."

"First, you burned down your apartment building. And now," her hand extended towards where the cabin once was. Now just a gray-black hole in the ground. "You just blew up your uncle's cabin!"

"It was an accident." Tommy said the words, but couldn't steal his eyes away from the hole. What in the world would he say to his uncle?

"Well... this was an unfortunate turn of events," Billy noted with no small amount of sarcasm. "Unforeseen as this occurrence was, I feel we must move with haste or lose the prison entirely. I will handle local authorities and express to them how 'a gas line erupted' before you guys arrived and no one was hurt. We will ensure Harry's insurance company handles the situation accordingly."

Kim stared at the smoldering hole, and then at her bewildered new boyfriend, and then back to the hole where the toilet now sat, and then back to her honey. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Full belly howling laughter as she pointed at him. "I swear, crazy stalks you like a insane ex-girlfriend. You are a walking Lifetime Channel movie. I bet you'd be the first man to get struck by lightening three times in a row in the same spot."

Tommy tried not to laugh. He really did. "You're the best girlfriend ever, Kim."

"I am!" she laughed, swatting his shoulder. "OK, Billy. We're on our way."

"Affirmative. Safe journey." Billy's hologram disappeared.

Peering up at her new Pink Crane Zord, Kim ordered, "Land." Extending its landing gear, the Zord settled softly onto the ground. She turned to Tommy. As zany and incredible as what just happened was, Kim knew she'd never been happier. "Race you to the other side of the galaxy?"

After commanding the White Falcon Zord to land, Tommy smiled. "You're on."

"Love you, Mr. Oliver."

"Love you, Ms. Hart."

Moments later the Zords burst skyward, soaring to the stars and new adventures to come.

The End

Epilogue Written by: Rapunzl Ten Days Later

Harry Oliver sighed, pacing the length of his small living room as he waited on hold for what seemed like an eternity. As he paced, his ears suffering through torturous hold music, he once again passed a photo of what was once his favorite nephew. He snorted. He loved Tommy, he truly did, but how the boy could create a disaster out of seemingly innocent circumstances was just beyond him. He loved his sister, but when she and her husband had chosen to adopt that boy, he had known there was something special about him. But it wasn t until Tommy was about fourteen that he learned just how special he was. He was the kind of boy that could insist on a town because of its martial arts reputation and accidentally move them to a monster-ridden city attacked by aliens. Or buy a brand new Jeep, and totaling it a few days later with some cockamamie story about some sort of Venus Flytrap monster. He was constantly late, constantly forgetful, and how the boy could disappear in a matter of seconds was beyond him. He had hoped he would settle down a little when he started racing, but as naturally talented as he was, he was just distracted enough to put everyone on the track in danger. And with his record, he d likely burn down the stands as well.

Finally, the terrible music came to an abrupt halt. State Farm, how can I help you? The voice was just cheery enough to rub Harry s last nerve raw. He had loved his cabin. Granted, he hadn t been out there in well, quite a while, but it had always been his last refuge from the world s chaos. He had lent it to Tommy now and again over the last decade or so, but this was honestly the last straw. He had hoped Tommy s tendency to innocently cause mayhem and destruction wherever he turned had ended about a year ago when he moved out of Reefside, but apparently, he was too hopeful.

I need to follow up on claim RT48654P, he groused, flicking the scrap of paper he had scrawled the number on back onto his kitchen table and grabbing a pencil. There was a long pause where he could hear the representative typing furiously over the line as she asked him to hold some more.

The boy was cursed. He had been certain of it years ago, but no one had listened to him. For as much as madness followed him, Tommy himself well, he was a good man. You couldn t help but love him and consider him one of the family. He sighed, the anger fading slowly as he came upon his favorite Oliver reunion photo, right after Tommy had graduated with his PhD.

Yes, sir. That claim was rejected yesterday.

Then again, it was normal to want to kill family, right?

What in God s name do you mean? he asked, furious. Why do I you for if not for things like this?

There was a long pause where the representative was clearly trying to give him time to cool down. She began again, her tone measured and clearly worried about setting him off again. Sir, the report was examined and the investigator found your statement of events less than credible.

How, he asked through gritted teeth, Is that?

"Sir, a couple of nearby campers reported to local officials that a beam of light came down from the sky and incinerated your cabin. The disbelief in her own voice was palpable. We just don t seen any indication that this type of errr... behavior is covered under your policy.

Harry let out a deep breath and opened his hand, letting the shards of the pencil he had been holding tumble slowly to the ground. This was no good for his blood pressure. And his sister had better appreciate all the trouble

My cabin is in Angel Grove, he stated simply.

There was a furious clacking over the phone as the representative typed something into her computer. Oh, I see. We ll be mailing you a check tomorrow, sir. Have a pleasant day.

Epilogue end :)

Expect further adventures, though none will be as long as this one. Some may only be one scene just written for fun. We shall see.