Legal Disclaimer: Saban, not me. Someone else, not me. All I did was watch 'Anastasia' too many times while staring at PR webpages and thinking. I've got to stop doing that. This is the third and last in the 'Sonatas' series. Like the other two, it is in it's own universe, yet is a Kim-story. Well, to be honest, it's a Kim and Rocky story. Yes, I think they'd make a beautiful couple.
She was back in Angel Grove. Back home. Everything she had went through in Florida was over now, a part of her past, experiences that she no longer had to deal with, but just had to adjust to and accept. She shifted her baggage slightly in the back seat of the taxi, hoping that things were finally going to be better now.
They could honestly not have been much worse. She felt a twinge from her left ankle and shivered a little. Even now, six months after the break, it hurt. That had to be the stupidest thing I've ever done. I don't break my ankle on the balance beam or even during floor exercises. No, I break it going to the mall for some Valentine's Day shopping!
Kim Hart, ex-Pink Ranger and ex-hopeful for the Gold Medal at the Pan Globals sighed. She had never felt this absolutely useless in her entire life. She had gotten involved in a pushing and screaming match for the last box of chocolates at the store, something she'd wanted to send to her friends back in Angel Grove, and someone had shoved her so hard out of the way that she'd tripped.
The sound of her ankle breaking was the most horrible thing she'd heard in her entire life. It represented everything that she had ever feared, all wrapped up in one neat package: failure. The break had been clean, there was a chance she would still be able to do gymnastics again once it healed. But that healing would not take place in time for her to compete in the Pan Globals. And by the time the next games came around in seven more years, it would be too late for her.
I'm just going to have to deal with it, she reminded herself. At least she was still alive. She could've been hurt a lot worse. She could've nearly killed herself again. And this time, Kat wouldn't be there to save me.
Her lips twitched briefly at the thought of her old friend. It had been a while since she had seen any of the Rangers. To be honest, she hadn't seen any of them since she had went to Florida. She had been too involved in her training and they had been involved in saving the world. There were phone calls, of course, and letters. Always letters.
One particular letter.
She glanced down at the copy she had kept for herself and sighed deeply. Not a regretful sigh, not a sad one. Just a sigh. Just an exhalation of breath. It hadn't seemed possible when she'd been leaving Angel Grove, but she really had fallen out of love with Tommy. It hadn't been easy, either. The guy in Florida...Lawrence..had been everything that Tommy was and more besides. Handsome, charming, polite, rich, and in a word, perfect.
Her lips thinned briefly as she thought of just how perfect he was. So perfect his lady could be nothing less than perfection itself, and she apparently no longer made the grade. He had hinted at her off and on throughout their relationship that she needed to become better, better at gymnastics, better at acting the lady, better at everything. When she had broken her ankle, Lawrence hadn't been there. A note delivered by his chauffeur while she was still in the hospital had told her that he thought it would be 'in their best interests' to break up.
At least he didn't send it to me in front of all my friends, Kim winced still at that. She had regretted sending it to the Youth Center, but she had known that if she sent it to his house, he would never let the others know what had happened. She knew that he would need their support, and she had done what she could to make sure that he got it. And if what she'd heard from them afterwards was true, then she had succeeded.
"Here we are, miss. The Scott residence," the taxi-driver told her. Kim pulled herself out of her reverie and looked up. Jason's house hadn't changed a bit. She almost expected to see him come out to meet her, when she remembered that he had told her on the phone he was probably going to be out with his girlfriend Emily most of the day. Well, I'm glad he finally found someone. She wanted to meet this young lady who had caught the heart of her childhood chum. She wanted to meet so many people.
Tanya. Emily. Cestria. It was so hard to believe that Adam, Jason, and Billy had all found love with different people. In Billy's case very different people. She wondered, honestly, if he had been telling the truth. From the way Kat had written about what he said in his last message to them, things hadn't clicked right with her about it. Maybe I can get Zordon to replay me the message.
As she paid the driver and got out to start unloading her baggage, she wondered if at least his parents were home. She really didn't feel right just loading her things into the basement room they had told her was set up for her, she wanted to be 'officially' welcomed if at all possible. I wonder where they are. I really could use some help getting this stuff unpacked. Maybe I could call Kat over...I bet she'd be surprised to see me back in town.
"Hey, Kimberly," she went stiff, a smile spreading across her face at the same time at the voice. She hadn't been expecting it, but that didn't matter. The person she'd wanted most to see...
"Rocky!" she squealed with joy as she turned around to see the tall Blue Zeo Ranger standing behind her. She threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. "What are you doing here?!"
He chuckled a little bit, looking down at her five-feet four inch frame from his lofty five-feet eleven inches. "Coming to see you, of course! Jason asked me to help you move in; his parents had to go visit his grandmother for the weekend, she hurt herself."
"Oh." Kim frowned. "I hope she's going to be okay."
Rocky smiled. "She will be. Come on, let's get your things inside." Kim watched as the strong young man gathered up her various items and started towards the side door that led down to the basement. She smiled to herself as the taxi drove off, then followed him. Rocky's amazing. I missed him so much...I missed everyone..but...
She tried not to think too hard about how many times his cheery happy face had featured itself in her dreams after the letter. His honest good nature and acceptance of everyone, seeing the best in every situation, had been a welcome buffer against Lawrence's "I'm better than the cosmos" attitude.
It was quickly clear that Rocky had stoked himself up on Jolt, since within an hour of her arrival, Kimberly's room was all set up, her clothes packed away, and in general the place looked as if she'd lived there for months already.
Kimberly hadn't lifted a finger to do it. Rocky had done it all. She had directed, of course, but had been told rather firmly if she risked her ankle for anything beyond walking, Rocky would pick her up and carry her on his shoulders...after he spanked her. Now, as entertaining as being carried around might have been, Kimberly didn't really want to be spanked, so she had found a nice place to supervise, and told him where to put everything.
"Relaxation time!" Rocky sighed as he sagged into the couch next to Kim. "This was hard work!"
She chuckled. "Hard work deserves a reward," she told him, leaning to pull a drink from the small fridge he had plugged in. As she turned back, he was leaning closer to her, his hand held out for the drink. Their eyes and faces wound up less than an inch from each other.
Kim stared directly into Rocky's eyes. Rocky stared back at hers. They had never been this close before, nor this alone. Kim gulped a little, then did something she never regretted for as long as she lived. She leaned over just that final less than an inch, and gently placed her lips on his.
Almost on cue, the CD player that had been providing them with a soundtrack to their organization began to kick in with a new song. Kimberly vaguely recognized it in the back of her mind as something from Anastasia, and realized that in this situation, it fit as nothing else could.
Slowly the two of them drew apart. The kiss had lasted almost as long as the song had, neither of them wanting or needing breath. "I missed you, Rocky." she breathed. "I...I think I love you."
"I know I love you, Kim." Rocky murmured. "I've always known."
Kim smiled softly as she moved to lean against his solid warmth, and lifted her head lightly as she heard Jason's voice calling from above them. "Kim? Rocky? Are you guys here?" Then to someone else. "You're going to love Kim, Emily. She is so sweet..."
The ex-Pink Ranger chuckled to herself. "We're down here, Jason!" she called out. And boy, have we got something to tell you.