Disclaimer: They belong to Saban, I'm afraid. I don't own them, or I'd be very rich. Yes, folks, it's another vignette (I'm enjoying them). This one has no relation to my other two, but please read them anyway. This fanfic is rated G by the Motion Picture Association of America. The songs used herein are, respectively, "Tell Me I Was Dreamin'," by Travis Tritt, "I'm Not Supposed To Love You Anymore," by Bryan White, and "The Dance," by Garth Brooks. See kids, this is what happens when you watch CMT's Labor Day Top 100 Countdown while suffering from Internet withdrawal.
When I woke up this morning,
Wiped the sleep from my eyes,
I found a new day dawning,
And suddenly, I realized
Tommy sat up. He could understand why Chelsea liked country music so much,
even if it wasn't one of his favorites. There was always at least one song
that perfectly expressed whatever mood you were in. This one was perfect.
He certainly wished that he'd just been dreaming, and he was more interested
in dreaming about her than anything else. It had begun to take its toll
on his battle performance, as well. With a sigh, he got out of bed and
headed for the shower.
After cleaning himself up, he was getting dressed when the sounds of another song floated through the wall to him. Stopping to listen, he tried to place it. _Bryan White,_ he realized. He was one of Chelsea's favorites, and she listened to him all the time. This was one she particularly liked, and she listened to it a great deal.
Tommy started. Did somebody up there have it in for him today? This was
the perfect description of his relationship with Kim. He still loved her
with all his heart, but as far as everyone else knew, he wasn't supposed
to love her. Kat, in particular, couldn't quite understand. She'd tried
hard to cheer him up, even pushing Heather Thompson at him, but what she
didn't seem to realize was that he couldn't just turn off his feelings
for Kim like a switch. That would take time, and perhaps would never happen.
Flopping down on his bed, he began to cry. He missed Kimberly so much, and hurt so badly. Sometimes, at night, he wished that he had never moved to Angel Grove, never become a Power Ranger, and never met Kimberly.
As he was absorbed in these dark thoughts, he heard his sister change the tape, and another song came on. He listened, and smiled slightly, hearing Garth Brooks begin to sing. He liked Garth, actually. The man was an excellent performer, and his songs were touching. The words to this one suddenly caught his attention.
Instantly, Tommy was plunged into a memory of a dance that he and Kim had
attended. It had been the last dance of the school year, in early June.
He had just returned to the Ranger team, and the dance had been held out
in the courtyard of the school. The stars had been shining brightly, the
air had been warm, and he had been holding Kim tightly. He had never felt
so happy in his life.
Tommy smiled. The song was right. Despite everything, no matter what
happened to him in the future, he would always have his friends, and always
have his memories of being loved by Kim. If he had to do it all over again,
he decided, he wouldn't change a thing.
Cheered by that thought, he rose and began throwing his practice gear in a bag. For the first time in almost a month, he actually felt like working out again, rather than doing it just because he had to. As he walked out the door, the last strains of the song followed him.