Jason instinctively tried to turn his head as he heard

the door to his hospital room open. He was prevented from doing so for

more than a couple of inches by the sandbags immobilizing him. Dr. Jones

had explained to him earlier, as they transferred him from ICU to a regular

ward, that it was necessary because of his hairline skull fracture, but

that didn't make it any easier to bear. Cursing mentally at the blinding

pain shooting through his skull that even such a slight attempt at movement

caused, he rolled his eyes sideways as far as he could, wanting to see

his visitor. Soon a slender figure stepped into his still somewhat blurry

vision.

"Good morning, love," Kat smiled tenderly at her husband.

"Kat," Jason mumbled, confused, elated and excited at

the same time. He'd never seen, or heard, that particular expression in

her eyes and voice before, not even in their most intimate moments. He

ached in regions of his body he hadn't known existed, much less expected

to be so sensitive to even the slightest movement, was still deathly tired

and damnably weak, but that didn't prevent him from thoroughly enjoying

the soft-as-petals kiss Kat bestowed on his lips. When the gentle pressure

eased, he sought the softly glowing eyes with his own.

"I ... thought I'd ... been ... dreaming," he whispered

with an effort. "Wasn't I?"

The blonde sat down on the trusty footstool and reached

for her husband's hand, cupping her cheek in the palm in a rapidly-becoming

familiar gesture. She didn't pretend to misunderstand.

"No, you weren't, dearest. Not unless I was dreaming,

too."

Midnight eyes shone with sudden happiness, despite the

traces of pain lingering in their depths. A smile played around the firm

mouth and still-weak fingers touched a soft, pale cheek down which a single

tear slid, leaving a silvery trail in its wake. Jason wiped it away with

unsteady fingers.

"I'm glad."

"Me, too. I love you, Jason."

The need to say this to him had been overwhelming; finding

Jason conscious and alert was just too much for it to be held back a single

moment longer. Besides, it was the most important thing Kat could

think of to tell Jason now that his physician had assured her he was going

to be on the mend. It would be a long, slow process; Jason's injuries had

been too severe, and he'd come too close to death for comfort, but he would

live, and that was all that mattered. Everything else, they could deal

with in its own time.

"Love you, too, Kitten," he murmured back, momentarily

near-stunned by the rush of sheer pleasure coursing through him. To his

surprise, he saw a flood of color stain the porcelain face, and Kat lowered

her eyes, as if to hide from his gaze. "Kat?"

Blue eyes hesitantly met his; they were filled with a

mixture of pain and shame – just as they'd been at the beginning of their

relationship. Then, it had been because of the wrong they'd both done Tommy;

now ... there was no reason Jason could come up with in his tired mind

that would cause that particular reaction. Some of his confusion must have

transmitted itself to Kat, because she tried a wobbly smile before she

whispered barely audibly, "I'm sorry ..."

"For what?" Jason asked, thoroughly befuddled. They'd

just admitted that they loved each other; what was there to be sorry for?

"F-for what I said to you on Thursday morning," Kat murmured,

once more looking away. However, a moment later she bravely met the dark

eyes. She needed to get this off her chest as soon as possible, and spoke

in a rush.

"Jase, please believe me, I ... I didn't mean it. I mean,

I was serious at the time, but I could never have done it; I only thought

I wanted to leave you, but I couldn't ... can't, not really; I thought

Tommy wanted me back, he said something on TV that made me believe, only

he didn't, it was just a diversion, and I was being stupid and thought

... but I didn't know then that it's you I love, I only thought

I was still in love with Tommy, I ... are you laughing at me?" she finally

stopped her increasingly muddled explanation as she felt the bed shake

slightly and heard Jason wince; the chuckles he couldn't suppress hurt,

in places he hadn't even known could hurt.

"A little bit," he admitted in a hoarse whisper once he'd

calmed down again. Seeing the look of pained confusion cross the still-pale

features, he tightened his fingers as much as he was able around the slim

hand which rested in his.

"Kat, love, it doesn't matter," Jason murmured soothingly.

"You're here with me now, you said you love me ... and I believe you. All

else is already forgotten."

"H-how c-can you?" Kat sobbed once, the memory of her

selfishness very vivid – as was the memory of the shadow darkening Jason's

eyes at her announcement. "I never thought of you, only of myself ... "

a muted moan from her husband stopped her as he instinctively tried to

turn towards her. "Jason, don't! You'll hurt yourself!"

He grinned weakly as he settled back onto the pillow and

waited for the pain from his broken ribs to subside. The ever-present splitting

headache also had increased significantly. A part of Jason wanted nothing

more than to go back to sleep, but this was too important. With an effort,

he made himself say what needed to be said.

"Tell me about it." He dismissed Kat's alarm over his

discomfort with a quirky smile that did nothing to reassure his wife, and

ploughed on regardless. "Kat ... I love you. If I really wasn't dreaming

last night, I seem to remember you promised me not to leave me. I'll hold

you to that promise ... and we can talk about the rest tonight. Or tomorrow,

I don't care. I'm gonna be here a while yet; we'll have time. Okay?"

Kat's heart swelled with sympathy as she listened to Jason's

halting words, often interrupted by the need to gasp for breath. He was

speaking slowly and so softly, she had to strain her ears to understand

everything over the muted din of the hospital ward, but once the meaning

sank in, she found a smile that came from the bottom of her soul. As she'd

done so often since the accident, she raised the weak hand to her lips,

caressing the palm and back softly. It was so good to feel Jason's

skin warm and alive against her face again!

"I know, love. I just needed to say I'm sorry –

because I am. More than I can ever say." She kissed the back of Jason's

fingers.

"'s okay, Kat," he murmured, yawning. His exhaustion was

catching up with him, fast. The aftermath of his injuries, and the medication

still administered to him via IV drip, made him extremely sleepy. But ...

Jason forced his drooping eyelids open once more and found another engaging

grin for his contrite wife. Touching a forefinger against the corner of

the rosy mouth, he tried for a suggestive tone. Unfortunately, it didn't

quite work in the weak whisper that was all he was capable of at

the moment.

"I'd rather you gave me a real kiss."

"Oh, you ...!" Kat couldn't help but laugh through her

remorse and still-brimming eyes. But she complied with the pleading look,

got up and leaned over Jason. With trembling lips, she touched his forehead,

eyes, cheeks and finally the warm mouth.

"I love you, Jason," she reaffirmed as they parted at

last. Her reward was a shaky but pleased smile as the dark eyes closed

and within a few moments, the handsome features relaxed and deep, even

breaths revealed that he'd fallen into much-needed healing sleep.

Kat sat for a few more minutes holding on to her husband's

hand, sending up a grateful prayer to the Heavens that she'd ... no, that

they'd been given a second chance, and she vowed to herself that

she wouldn't waste it. Not again.

Jason awoke on Sunday slightly more rested and alert,

and he waited as patiently as possible for Kat's visit, suffering the nurses'

ministrations with barely-controlled exasperation. He hated being

washed and tended to like a baby! However, banged up and bruised, bandaged

and partially immobilized as he was, he didn't have much of a choice. Grudgingly

Jason admitted to himself the sponge bath he'd been given did feel

rather good; it had taken care of the persistent itching the grime from

his accident had left on his skin.

Most of the tubes and monitors had been removed from his

body; only the ubiquitous nasal tube and the necessary IV drip were still

attached. Jason watched somewhat bemusedly as the head nurse hooked up

not only a bag with nutrients, but also a second plastic container that

held a dark red liquid that could only be blood. It set his mind to whirling

and was the main reason he wanted to see Kat – he knew only too well that

there was only one person to his knowledge who could donate blood to him

safely.

Tommy.

*Do I dare believe it was him? Two years ago, I would've

he have known?*

The questions danced in his brain like butterflies drunk

on sunshine, and Jason let himself drift while he waited, idly going through

possible scenarios.

*Of course, it is possible that somehow, somewhere,

they found another donor for me ...*

Somehow, though, there was a core of certainty deep in

his soul that just knew Tommy had been the one to save his life;

Dr. Jones had, at Jason's insistence, told him exactly what was

wrong with him – the extent of his injuries, possible consequences, and

the measures he had taken to make sure his patient survived. Due to patient

confidentiality, however, he hadn't divulged the name of the blood donor,

even though Jason had asked. However, it had taken every ounce of mental

agility he possessed (which admittedly wasn't much right now, exhausted

as he was) and a lot of evasiveness and fancy verbal footwork to escape

the doctor's quite natural curiosity about the element in his blood that

had caused so many problems. If it had been Tommy who'd donated

to him, they'd have to get at least their stories straight to explain what

they'd taken to call the "Ranger Factor" all those years ago. Jason experienced

a small thrill at the thought of talking to his best friend again. It was

half fear, half delight, but ...

He was startled out of his reverie by the arrival of his

blonde wife, who greeted him with a smile and a very loving kiss – two

things the injured young man felt he could very easily get used to every

morning. And night, or any other time of the day. The thought brought some

much-needed color to his cheeks.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself," Jason replied, groping for the control

that would raise him into a slightly reclining position instead of lying

flat on his back. He wasn't allowed to do it for long, but he infinitely

preferred it to the feeling of helplessness he experienced otherwise. "How're

you? And the baby?"

"He's fine," Kat smiled. "We all are, now that

you're out of danger.Your mom is having her hands full; she can't even

go to Church this morning, although she said she really wanted to – especially

today."

Having witnessed Helen Scott's teary-eyed relief at her

son's recovery the night before, Jason knew what Kat was referring to.

However, he also knew his mother. And his father.

"Don't tell me she's not loving every minute of it," he

grinned. "Mom and Dad have been dying to have Robin all to themselves for

months."

"I know. Otherwise, I'd be feeling totally guilty about

this," Kat sighed a bit ruefully. She'd need her in-laws' support and help

in the days to come; the weekend was going to be over the next day, and

she had to go back to work. Rocky's sisters would be at school until

early afternoon, and Daycare wouldn't cover all the time she'd be away.

When her parents came back from Australia ... but that wouldn't be for

another ten days. In the meantime, they just couldn't afford to

miss her income. Bulk's boss had called and reassured her that Jason's

hospital bills would be picked up by the company's insurance, since the

evidence was clear-cut that it had been the company's fault ... but it

would take a while for the paperwork to be processed, and right now nobody

could say how long Jason would be out of commission – or if he would recover

completely. The prognosis was cautiously optimistic, but ....

"Don't, Kat," Jason interrupted her thoughts softly. He

had a fairly good idea where she'd mentally wandered off to; it was nothing

that hadn't crossed his own mind while he was dozing the night away, waking

at odd hours and waiting for the morning. "My folks love the baby, and

they love us; they don't mind helping out. We'll find a way to thank them

properly once I'm on my feet again."

"Jason ..." Kat sighed helplessly, but was cut off by

her husband's weak, but determined voice.

"No. Or rather, yes. I will recover, honey. I know

what's wrong with me, I know it's probably gonna take a long time, but

I will come back. I just know it." He reached out to touch her face.

"I have too much to live for not to. Besides, I won't saddle you with an

invalid."

"It wouldn't matter if you were," Kat whispered sincerely,

but feeling strangely heartened. She knew Jason's determination and fierce

will and courage. If he could believe he would recover, she would, too.

Their eyes met, full of promises, and both smiled lovingly

at each other, wishing they had more privacy and greater ease of movement

to truly embrace. Before they could give voice to anything else, though,

they were interrupted by a somewhat hesitant knock on the door. Jason looked

at his wife, puzzled. He knew it couldn't be his parents; who ...?

Kat shrugged at the mute question, but an excited little

smile began to play around her lips as she called out "Come in!". Her suspcions

were confirmed when the door to Jason's private room – courtesy of the

construction company's insurance – opened and a group of five filed in,

three of which were sporting rather sheepish expressions. However, Jason's

features lit up with genuine pleasure as he recognized his friends.

"Guys!"

The single word, though still weakly spoken, conveyed

a world of gratitude and delight, and it brought Trini and Zack to his

side immediately. A strong handshake, a careful hug and kiss were all that

were needed between the longtime friends. As soon as Trini straightened

up again, though, Jason zeroed in on the trio waiting somewhat hesitantly

at the foot of his bed. Tanya smiled at him through misty eyes, and Jason

returned it; however, most of his attention focussed on Rocky and Adam.

Three pairs of eyes, in varying shades of deep brown,

locked gazes.

Adam had to look away after only a second or two; seeing

Jason like this, he was all too aware of how badly he'd handled the whole

situation a year ago, and was feeling deeply ashamed of himself. Especially

since, in that one long look, he'd seen no trace of accusation in Jason's

expression, but just questions, and genuine pleasure.

Nobody said anything for a few moments, then Rocky broke

the awkward silence with what he thought was an innocuous enough question.

"How do you feel?"

Jason turned slightly toward his erstwhile successor.

"Like a roof fell on me," he deadpanned. There was an

instant of shocked stillness, then Zack half-stifled a giggle; he was quite

familiar with his oldest friend's sometimes rather ... off-beat sense of

humor. He winked at Tanya, who started to chuckle; she in turn set Rocky

off, and soon even Adam joined in. Laughter filled the sunny hospital room

for several seconds, and only Trini noticed the slight hysterical edge

to it that was partially due to guilt, and partially to relief. However,

she wisely said nothing; her friends needed the release from all the tension

they'd been under, both physically and emotionally.

"Jason...!" she admonished though, smiling, as the laughter

died down. "Behave!"

"Why?" the patient grinned. "That's no fun ..."

"... and there's been precious little fun around here

lately," Zack added, coming to Jason's aid. "Not only these last few days,

but overall. Man, we used to laugh together all the time ..."

"Until Kat and I blew it," Jason said, suddenly sober.

"Guys ... I know I speak for Kat, too, when I apologize to all of you.

We not only hurt Tommy, but you as well, splitting us – the team

– up. That should never have happened, and we're sorry."

"Yes," Kat confirmed. "We never meant to make any of you

choose sides, and would give anything if we could make all the anguish

of this last year go away. I know we can't, but I do hope you'll be able

to forgive us." She blushed, memories of her own pain shadowing the blue

eyes, but met her friends' incredulous looks bravely. Jason's fingers tightened

reassuringly around hers as the couple waited for a reaction. They'd wanted

to apologize like this for a very long time.

"You're sorry?!?" Adam choked at last, unable to

keep silent any longer. "What about me, and Rocky? Tanya at least tried

to understand, but when I think of how I refused to even listen

for months ... I even made things more difficult for her, all but forcing

her to neglect her best friend's needs! We judged you without giving you

a chance to explain; we took Tommy's side without question. If anyone broke

up the team, it was us!"

"Yeah," Rocky mumbled, blushing guiltily. "If anyone should

be apologizing, it should be us ..."

Before anyone could say anything else, Jason raised his

voice as much as he was able. Despite his obvious physical weakness, the

Command Tone was very evident, and both Rocky and Adam responded automatically

to his authority as a Leader, even though they'd never served under Jason

as Rangers.

"Stop it!"

All eyes turned toward him. Jason instinctively tried

to sit up, winced with the pain the sudden movement caused his broken ribs,

and slumped back into the mattress, his head beginning to pound mercilessly.

Kat leaned over him worriedly, but Jason reassured his wife with a look

and fleeting smile. He cursed once under his breath as the various aches

in his body began to subside, but forced himself to ignore his discomfort.

"Guys ... I don't want to fight with you over this. Not

again. Kat told me how much you were there for her last weekend, when she

needed your support. As far as I'm concerned, that's what counts – not

what went on before."

Jason drew a few deep breaths, trying to still his racing

pulse. Shifting on the hospital bed until he'd found a position that was

marginally more comfortable – even after less than two days, he was coming

to hate his inability to move freely – he fixed each of his friends, including

Zack and Trini, with his dark eyes.

"All of you were there for us when we needed you most.

That's all that counts; all that matters. As far as I'm concerned, the

case is closed."

"Please," Kat added softly, her voice a curious counterpart

to her husband's weak, but determined tone. "I for one was, and still am,

just so happy to have you here, to know that Jason will live ... if you're

willing, and if you can forgive us, can't we all be friends again?" Her

pleading look, filled with cautious hope, sought out the others' eyes.

Adam and Rocky exchanged a quick glance with each other,

then searched the faces of Trini and Zack – those of the former Rangers

who had given their support to Jason and Kat almost right away, after listening

to both sides. They found only smiling encouragement, which eased a lot

of the tension filling the quiet room.

"Please, Adam," the erstwhile Green Ranger heard Tanya

murmuring at his side. "You know it's what we've always hoped for ... isnt

it?" She was clearly itching to go to Kat's side, but wouldn't leave her

husband – just like she'd done for the past year and more. Slowly, Adam

felt something heavy and oppressing lift from his heart as his eyes sought

ought his injured friend and teammate's. They, too, reflected only hope,

and ... affection? His trademark shy grin began twitching at the corners

of his mouth, and for once Adam didn't wait for Rocky to make the final

choice for both of them, as used to be his habit. This was right.

"If you're sure?" he nevertheless felt compelled to ask,

already moving slowly towards the side of Jason's bed.

"I'm sure. We both are," Jason confirmed, never losing

eye contact. Sliding his hand out of Katherine's slender fingers, he reached

out to Adam. Without hesitation, the Asian grasped the offered hand, and

Rocky joined his own on top. The three men held onto each other for a long

minute, communicating silently as the bond of their friendship rewove itself.

Tears slid noiselessly down Kat's cheeks as she watched, too happy to say

anything, but she returned her best friend's embrace gladly as Tanya hugged

her, sniffling slightly herself. Zack and Trini watched the emotional reunion

with moist eyes and giddy grins, exhaling noisily as the moment peaked

and passed.

"Well!" Zack grinned as Adam and Rocky took up their former

positions at the foot of Jason's bed and everybody had had a chance to

regain some composure.

"Now that that's over with, what's going to happen

now?"

"What do you mean?" Tanya asked, pulling over a chair

to sit next to Kat.

"Well, Jase's going to be here for quite a while – at

least until his skull fracture heals enough for him to be out of bed. At

a guess, that'll take at least a month ..."

"The treatment and hospital costs will be covered by the

construction company's insurance," Kat answered for her husband, correctly

divining what Zack was getting at. "However, I don't know what to do about

Jason's school ..."

A frown crossed the exhausted face, but Jason had to admit,

he was worried himself. True, he had an assistant, but Michael couldn't

be expected to run the dojo all by himself for weeks on end. He didn't

want to burden his friends with his business problems, though.

"We'll manage somehow ..." he started to say, but to his

surprise Rocky interrupted him, grinning a bit bashfully.

"I've given the matter some thought," the young sensei

began, only to be interrupted by a playful "Uh-oh!" from the irrepressible

Zack. He scowled at the first Black Ranger for a second, until he couldn't

help himself and chuckled somewhat ruefully.

"Smartass. -- As I was saying, I thought about this, made

a couple of calls yesterday, and ... well, to make a long story short,

how would you feel if I took on at least some of your students for the

time being? Some can come over to my place in Stone Canyon, I think I can

arrange to teach a couple of classes here in Angel Grove ... and Justin

is doing grad work at AGU this fall; he's willing to take over the Saturday

groups." Rocky's successor was still in loose contact with his former teammates,

but the difference in their ages, plus his research in Spatial Engineering

prevented a really close association. He'd mostly (and perhaps wisely)

had kept out of the conflict among the older ex-Rangers, not wanting to

choose sides in a quarrel not his own.

"That ... that'd be fantastic," Jason stammered, stunned.

It still would put his school on a very precarious footing, financially

and otherwise, but at least it would leave him with a business to come

back to, once he was fully recovered. "B-but guys ... I really can't ask

you to do that ..."

"You're not asking, we're offering," Rocky said firmly,

meeting Jason's incredulous gaze steadily. It was a small way of making

up for his stubbornness and neglect. "It's what friends do ... and we are

friends, as you rightly reminded me on Thursday morning. Aren't we?"

The question hung between them, then a slow, relieved

smile stole over Jason's features. Once again, he reached out, and clasped

Rocky's hand in his own.

"Yes, we are," he said huskily. "Thanks, buddy. I owe

you – not only for this, but also for saving my life. Kat told me that

if you hadn't known exactly where to search for me ..."

"Forget it, Jase," Rocky smiled, blushing slightly. "It

was pure chance that I wasn't standing right next to you, and that I was

looking back towards you. If I hadn't gone to my car to get that measuring

tape ... Bulk had as much if not more to do with digging you out than I

had."

"I know, and I plan to thank him properly as soon as I'm

able," Jason replied. He shifted under the covers, and winced as the pain

from his injuries made itself known most unpleasantly. A sudden pallor

spread across his face, and a monitor began to emit a high-pitched beeping.

Within a few minutes, the five friends found themselves shooed outside

by a nurse and a doctor, come to see that their patient wasn't overtaxing

himself. Kat followed outside and hugged each warmly.

"Thank you so much," she sighed, wiping at her moist eyes.

"If you knew how much this means to both of us ..."

"I think we do, Kat," Adam answered seriously. He'd seen

the same signs of relief and delight  he was feeling himself in the

others' eyes. "This wasn't easy on any of us, I know that now, even though

I refused to see it until it was almost too late. Let's just be thankful

it's all over, and we can put it behind us." He wasn't only talking about

Jason's accident, and they all knew it.

"Not everything's over yet, Adam," the dancer smiled mistily,

her eyes sweeping automatically down the floor to the room where Tommy

had spent all of yesterday. She hadn't seen him since the moment he'd gone

into Jason's room to give his blood to save his friend, and had learned

from Kimberly earlier in the day that he'd left the hospital late on Saturday

night, without saying goodbye to any of the Rangers. Kat desperately wanted

– no, needed – to thank him, but was unsure about seeking Tommy

out herself again. What if he refused to see her? He could have just donated

his blood out of a sense of responsibility ...

*Oh, I hope I can see him,* Kat prayed fervently.

*Just once, I'd like to thank him and apologize ... if he'll let me!*

However, the reconciliation she'd just witnessed gave

her hope that she might yet get to talk to him, after all. It might take

time, but thanks to Tommy's coming through for Jason, that was something

they had once more. Shaking herself mentally, Kat returned to the present.

She found that her friends had been able to follow her train of thought

quite easily.

"Give it time, Kat," Tanya said gently, hugging her best

friend. "Tommy probably needs to think this all through on his own. You

know how he is. You'll get your chance to talk to him, I'm sure."

"Yeah," Zack agreed. "He's always stuck to a decision

once he's made it, and saw it through, with all consequences. He saved

Jason's life, after all, and he wouldn't have done that if there

wasn't still something left of their friendship."

"At least I don't think he hates us anymore," Kat murmured,

heartened by her friends' support. That last look she'd exchanged with

her ex-boyfriend before he'd been whisked away by Dr. Jones had been serious

and a little sad, now that she remembered. True, she'd been blinded by

tears, but Kat could not recall the icy disdain she'd seen in the

chocolate eyes earlier that day. It made her feel a little better. "Whatever

else comes of this, we at least know Tommy cared enough not to let Jason

die."

"Don't give up hope yet; maybe he'll be back to talk it

all out before you know it. Tommy loved you very much, and Jason was very

close to him right from the start; that's why he was hurt so deeply. But

he has Kim back now, and I know that she at least wants things really

back to the way they used to be." Trini's words brought a more genuine

smile to Kat's face as she contemplated the truth in them.

"Trini's right, Kat," Adam said, smiling lightly. "Just

look at us; if Jason and you can forgive Rocky and me, surely Tommy can

forgive the two of you by now."

"That's different," the blonde protested, but before the

six friends could get embroiled in a lengthy discussion, Katherine was

called back into Jason's room by a nurse. Smiling apologetically, she took

her leave, and the others went back home, promising to stay in touch.

Several days passed, during which Jason's recovery progressed

slowly but steadily. Gradually the Scotts' life fell into a routine as

Kat had to return to work, dividing her time between classes, daily hospital

visits to Jason and spending time with her baby son. The nice weather held

on, and she took the opportunity one afternoon about a week after the accident

to take a walk in the park, slowly pushing the baby carriage along the

pathways she knew so well. At last, she stopped for a break at a bench

overlooking the lake, relaxing in the warm afternoon sun as her baby awoke

from his nap, gurgling happily, waving his little fists energetically in

the air until he noisily demanded his lunch.

Smiling, Kat fished a bottle of formula out of its insulating

container in the diaper bag and picked up the sturdy little boy, settling

him across her lap and started to feed him, humming a soft melody as she

caressed the dark hair.

Tommy walked through the park as he had so often ever

since he'd moved to Angel Grove all these years ago. The October sun was

surprisingly warm, and a lot of people were out; but then, that was nothing

new, really; the park had always been a popular place, monster attacks

and all notwithstanding. He was lost in his thoughts and memories – of

the times he and his friends had spent here playing, relaxing, fighting

monsters, just hanging out .... and on balance, most of them had been good

times. Scenes of his youth flashed through his mind ... his first kiss

with Kim; getting captured by Goldar to lose his Green Ranger Powers, hiding

from Bulk and Skull, meeting Rocky, Adam and Aisha, looking after the spaceship

that had taken Billy to Aquitar, fighting as the White Ranger for the first

time, Kat meeting the others after their near-disastrous first encounter

... consoling Jason as he'd lost the Gold Powers.

Jason. It was amazing, really, how many memories of his

adolescence were entwined with images of his best friend. But then again,

they'd connected with each other on a level that had defied description

right from the start. He, the loner who had always kept others at bay for

fear of getting hurt, and Jason, the popular one, with his circle of close

friends, leader of the Power Rangers, who nevertheless didn't hesitate

for an instant to draw him into his tight little group of friends, accepting

him just as he was.

Jason had made him a part of that group, giving Tommy

what he'd always wanted and needed – friends who would stand by him, no

matter what. Of course, with their closeness inevitably had come hurt –

friends leaving, moving on with their lives, seemingly leaving him behind;

first Jason, Zack and Trini, then Kim, Aisha, Billy ... and yet, deep down,

they all knew – had always known – that if the need was great, they'd

be there for each other.

He'd missed that over the last year more than he'd admitted

to himself; Tommy knew that those of 'the gang' still around had inadvertently

chosen sides when Jason and Kat had hurt him by becoming involved. Maybe

it had been inescapable, and some part of Tommy was gratified that most

of them had supported him, but even through the pain and outrage, there

had been a sense of ... wrongness ... about the situation – it just

wasn't right that he and Jason were at odds, no matter what the

reason. He was still a little bit angry about their betrayal, but as soon

as he'd made the decision to save Jason's life, strangely enough his anger

had begun to abate ... almost as if he'd finally taken the first steps

on the road to forgiving Kat and Jason, and as if that was also the beginning

of healing.

If Tommy was totally honest with himself, he'd have to

admit that the process had started even earlier, that one night in New

Orleans when he'd kissed Kim with an adult's passion for the first time,

and only a phone call had prevented the same kind of thing that had happened

to Jason and Kat. Lying on that hospital bed, watching his blood flow into

Jason's veins, Tommy had known he wanted his friend back in his life. Maybe

now that they were both healing, Jason physically and he himself emotionally,

they could find a way back to what they once shared – together. As always.

The way it should be.

*If only I could find a way to talk to Jason,*

the young man mused as he meandered aimlessly along the paved pathways.

*But I don't know the right words ... what can I say to him?

Tommy admitted silently as his feet took him where they would. Lost

in his thoughts, he never noticed the petite woman dressed in a pink sweatsuit

jogging along the beach.

Kimberly recognized her lover, and changed her path, smiling.

Ever since Tommy had left the hospital, he'd been pensive, not saying much,

and she cared enough to give him the time and space he obviously needed.

However, it would be nice to revisit a few of the places they'd hung out

at as teenagers. Slowing to an energetic walk, she followed Tommy at a

distance, waiting for him to come out of his reverie.

*Can Jase forgive me for hitting him?*

The answer was simple, and unequivocal.

*Of course he can. Question is, can I forgive

someone would help me out here!*

Without realizing it, lost in his thoughts, Tommy had

wandered to the picnic area on top of the rise near the lake. The sight

of a familiar blond head over a pink pullover almost made him turn back,

but then he squared his shoulders. He'd run from Kat long enough. It was

past time to face her, and maybe, just maybe this was the opportunity he'd

been waiting for.

She didn't hear him over her humming as he stepped up

to the bench she was sitting on; her head was bowed as if she was concentrating

very intently on something she held in her lap. Looking over her shoulder,

Tommy suddenly saw that it wasn't something, but someone

– a very small someone with a shock of dark hair and bright, familiar dark

eyes. The baby saw him appear and immediately turned his head towards him,

expelling the nipple of his milk bottle as he did so. The wide grin showed

two tiny white teeth in his lower gum, like an upside-down rabbit's, and

Tommy couldn't help but grin back. Jason's son gurgled a greeting and waved

a tiny fist, then made a determined grab for his lunch again. Kat's soft

laughter was full of warmth and love, and something inside of Tommy clenched

with renewed pain – she used to laugh for him that way. But he tamped

it down – that part of their lives was over. Even were it not for the precious

little being she cradled, he'd realized it by the look in her eyes when

she'd learned that Jason had a chance to live, thanks to him. Right now,

he had more than enough to deal with the surprise and wariness he could

read in the blue orbs as she turned to look up at him.

"Hey, Kat," he said quietly.

"Tommy – what are you doing here?!"

"Taking a walk," he replied, rounding the bench and sinking

down next to her. "Thinking."

"Oh?" she said, shifting the baby in her arms as he noisily

finished off his bottle. "About anything ... special?"

Tommy disliked hearing the caution in her subdued tones,

but knew it was probably inevitable. He'd been anything but cordial the

last time they had talked. Choosing to ignore that for the time being,

he picked up the diaper bag as he saw Kat awkwardly reaching for it. She

smiled her thanks, a bit tentatively, and extracted a cloth diaper, draped

it over her shoulder and lifting her son up waited for the baby boy to

burp. When he did so, the noise emitting from that tiny but sturdy body

was so loud, the two adults broke into startled laughter. It dispelled

part of the tension between them, and they were rewarded with another big,

infectious grin from the baby.

"He's beautiful," Tommy said, meaning it. Already, at

seven months, he could see Jason's easy charm in the sparkling dark eyes

which were trained on him now with a tiny frown.

"Thank you," Kat answered softly, her motherly pride unmistakeable.

"He's worth everything."

"I can see why." And he could; looking into the baby's

face, Tommy knew that this child was very much loved. Briefly, he wondered

if Kat would've held his child like she was holding Jason's son,

but immediately dismissed the thought as unworthy. Of course she would

... only, he'd never given her the chance, he knew that now. He'd been

too involved with himself, in his career, in winning races to consider

Kat's wishes. He hadn't intentionally neglected her, but with the clarity

of hindsight Tommy knew that however unconsciously, Kat had been ready

for a family, to settle down – and he hadn't been. Still wasn't, to tell

the truth, his renewed relationship with Kimberly notwithstanding. Not

that he didn't want a family of his own one day, but that was in

his future – he still had places to go, things to do, sights to see. As

did Kim. Kat and Jason had found their places in life with each other,

and Tommy suddenly hoped that out of the ashes of their former relationship,

through all of the hurt and pain, they could build something new together,

something that would allow them to share friendship again.

A moist little hand thrust into his long hair brought

Tommy out of his reverie. Surprised, he jerked his head back, and was startled

by Kat's amused giggle. "Sorry, he does that sometimes," she apologized.

Tommy grinned his understanding as he saw her tuck a strand of pale-gold

hair behind her ear, out of harm's way. The baby squealed infectiously,

bouncing up and down on Kat's knees. The young man instinctively reached

out with a finger to the boy and found it grabbed in a surprisingly strong

little fist.

"Whoa!" he laughed as he found his finger being drawn

to the tiny mouth. "You just had lunch, tiger!" He tried to pull back,

but the baby began to squirm in his mother's arms, following his hand.

"What's he trying to do?"

"I think he wants you to hold him," Kat smiled indulgently,

spontaneously placing the warm little body onto Tommy's lap. Startled,

the young man held him up the way Kat had shown him with little Joey all

those years ago, and felt him settle against his shoulder, trustingly resting

his head so he could look at him. Smiling contentedly, the little boy shoved

a fist into his mouth. Sucking noisily for a few moments, the large eyes

slowly drifted closed, and Tommy felt the sturdy body go limp and heavy

in sleep against his chest. Hardly daring to breathe, he waited a while,

then Kat gently took her son back from him and tucked him into the baby

carriage, lightly covering him with a soft cotton blanket.

Not really knowing what to say, Tommy smoothed a hand

over the thatch of hair that promised to be as thick and dark as Jason's,

then blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, barely remembering

to keep his voice down.

"What's his name? I don't think you ever said ...."

"I haven't," Kat admitted. To Tommy's surprise, she blushed

slightly. "It's Robin, after my father."

"Oh yeah, his name's Robert, right?"

"Yes – we didn't want him to be called Bob, or Bobby,

so Robin was the next best choice."

"Robin Scott ... sounds good. What did you do for a second

name?" It was a logical question, since Robin was a non-gender-specific

name, but to Tommy's surprise, Kat's blush intensified. She met his eyes

unflinchingly, however, as she dropped a small bombshell onto him.

"It's .... it's Thomas. His full name is Robin Thomas

Scott."

Tommy's slight shock was unmistakeable, and Kat smiled

a bit wistfully. "It was Jason's wish. He said he wanted to keep at least

one promise he'd made to you, and I ... I wanted it, too. That way, we

could keep at least a part of you with us."

Kat spoke quietly, with no trace of accusation in her

voice, just a tinge of sadness, and it brought a lump to Tommy's throat

as he looked away from those deep blue eyes. He knew exactly what promise

she was referring to; on a long-ago weekend that he and Jason had spent

together camping in the mountains, they had promised each other several

things in their youthful idealism, one of which was to name their firstborn

son after the other – and to stand godfather to them if it should ever

come to pass. Briefly, Tommy wondered who had taken his place, and at the

small hurt the thought caused.

Both former lovers were silent after that, lost in their

thoughts ... thinking about their separation and the cause for it. Tommy

and Kat were very much aware that, aside from Kat's desperate plea for

Jason's life, they hadn't spoken to each other since her confession all

these long months ago. Both had shied away from bringing it up but there

it was, out in the open between them; the question was, what were they

going to do now? Tommy instinctively called on his martial arts discipline

to still his thundering heartbeat. It wouldn't do to go off half-cocked

at the mouth now. Something that had nagged at him ever since Kat had admitted

to him about being intimate with Jason that first time and he'd calmed

down enough not to fly into a rage at the thought suddenly would no longer

stay silent. Drawing a deep breath, Tommy turned to look at his ex-girlfriend

once more and asked the one question he'd never found an answer for.

"What happened between us, Kat? What did I do, or didn't

do, that made you turn to Jase? You're both not the type to deliberately

hurt a friend, and I've always wondered ...."

"Oh Tommy," the young woman sighed. "I wish I knew. I've

asked myself that same question a thousand times, and have only found parts

of the answer."

"Then share them with me. Kat, please, I need to

know – it's been driving me crazy ever since you told me ... what was wrong

with me that you went into Jason's arms .."

"It wasn't like that, Tommy," she said immediately. "It's

not that something was wrong with you – it was just how things turned

out." Collecting her thoughts with an effort, Kat fussed a bit with Robin's

blanket, then faced her former lover again. "I'll try to explain, but I'm

not really sure I can."

"Any explanation is better than none. I ... I wasn't ready

to hear one before, but I think I am now." The look in the brown eyes was

sincere and open, and Kat had to smile. This was the Tommy she had

known and loved, not the cold, hurt and angry man she had seen last. It

had always been easy to talk to him, and she tried to do it again.

"Tommy ... I was hurt when you stood me up; not just that

one last time, but all the other times, too. I tried to tell myself I wasn't,

to accept the demands your racing made on you, but deep down, I was beginning

to feel as if being with your crew was more important to you than being

with me." She smiled a little to take the sting out of her voice. "Please,

don't take this as an accusation or anything; the time for that is long

past, and I've lost the right to make them, anyway." Before Tommy could

react to this, the blonde went on. "I know rationally that it probably

wasn't like that, at least not always, but that's how I felt at

the time. Jason ... he was a friend, a good friend, and ... well, whenever

he was with me, it seemed as if I was the most important person in his

life. I ... I needed that, Tommy. I was lonely without you, and Jason made

me feel wanted, and ... and appreciated, I guess."

"I'm sorry," Tommy replied, knowing that there was a lot

of truth in Kat's words. "I never meant to neglect you, and I'm

ashamed to admit that sometimes, I took the easy way out in calling Jase

to substitute for me, but I loved you. Always."

"I know," Kat acknowledged ruefully. "Somehow, I never

doubted that. Still, over time it became very easy to be with Jason. He

... he has this way of making someone feel good about oneself ... but I

guess you know all that, don't you?"

"Yeah. He's the best – the best friend I ever could've

wished for. That's why it hurt so much when you told me ..." his voice

trailed off as he watched the guilty blush spread over the young woman's

cheeks. Kat looked away for long minutes, before she was able to face him

again.

"Tommy ... I'll never forgive myself for hurting you like

that, but ... if that situation had gone on much longer, I might have turned

to Jason anyway. Or at least tried to salvage our relationship, set you

an ultimatum of sorts before I got involved with him. That night, when

we kissed ... it felt right, or I would've stopped things there and then,

I'm sure of that much. I couldn't see it before, but now ... when I had

to face the fact that I might lose him ..." She looked away once more;

this part of her confession wasn't easy to make, and the realization had

almost cost too much, but the long hours of silent vigil next to a comatose

Jason had not been completely fruitless. Tommy saw the tears gathering

in her eyes. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and waited until

Kat had composed herself.

"You really love him, don't you?" he asked calmly as the

blue eyes lifted hesitantly to his again.

"Yes." Kat smiled mistily. "I didn't mean to fall in love

with him, and it happened without me realizing it, but Jason's become my

life. I fought it as long as I could, but ... I can't imagine going on

without him."

The young man pondered the quiet statement for a while.

He knew it was the complete truth, and strangely enough, it brought only

a small twinge of pain, but a deeper feeling of ... acceptance, was the

closest he could come to describing what he felt. Another thought occurred

to him. Tommy wasn't sure he wanted an answer, but something made

him ask anyway.

"Why Jason, Kat? I mean, I know he's a great guy, and

I suppose you girls think he's good-looking, too, but ... why him?"

"Why him and not you, you mean?" Kat dared to tease gently,

feeling more confident in the face of Tommy's willingness to really listen.

She chuckled lightly at the betraying rush of color flooding Tommy's cheeks.

"Hmmm ..... that's a bit difficult to explain. Let me put it this way ...

when I was with you, it was ... was like sitting at an open campfire in

the mountains, something a bit ... untamed, I guess, wildly romantic, a

bit dangerous, but warm and protected nonetheless. Jason ... Jason is an

open fireplace; the flame is just as warm, just as nurturing, also with

a hint of potential danger, but ... contained. There's a different kind

of romance, too."

Tommy nodded; while the fanciful comparison was unusual,

it summed up the differences in his and Jason's personalities pretty well.

"I can see that. But ..." As if she hadn’t heard him, Kat went on.

"I loved being at that campfire, Tommy; there are

moments when I still want it, and I guess a part of me always will. Jason

knows, and accepts that." Kat drew a deep breath. Her self-knowledge had

come at a price that was almost too high, but she would not shy away from

the truth anymore. "I may want the campfire, Tommy, but the fireplace

is what I need. I almost had to lose Jason to realize that, and

I think that's the main reason I turned to him last year. Unconsciously,

I must have known even then; I don't know, and it doesn't matter anymore.

It's done, and Jason's too much a part of my life now to ever give him

up."

"I could have been your fireplace," Tommy said somewhat

wistfully as Kat's words sank in.

"I know; I never thought you couldn't," Kat soothed, relieved

that her former lover seemed to understand. "But Tommy, are you ready

to be one?"

"I .... no. No, not yet." It was hard to face that truth,

but necessary. He met the sapphire eyes somewhat shamefacedly. "If ...

if we were still together, I couldn't give you that ... not for some time,

anyway."

Katherine searched Tommy's eyes. Finding only sincerity

beneath the discomfiture, she smiled gently and touched his arm in a gesture

that had once been natural and familiar.

"It's okay, Tommy. There's nothing wrong about that; it

just means we expect different things from life right now. I've found my

haven, and I'm happy. Or I will be, if you could find it within you to

forgive us. Do you think you can?" she dared ask, encouraged by their exchange.

"I only wish there was a way I could tell you how truly sorry we are to

have hurt you ..."

"I know you are, and yes, I can," the young man replied,

realizing deep in his soul that it was true. It was what he wanted – no,

what he had to do if they all were to find peace at last. If Jason

could forgive Rocky and Adam for choosing sides against him and Kat ...

Adam's phonecall yesterday had been full of relief and gratitude, and truthfully,

Tommy couldn't blame his former teammate. The past year, and living with

a rift in their once-inseparable group, hadn't been easy on any one of

them. At long last, Tommy could see and acknowledge that. Yes, he'd been

the wronged party, but things shouldn't have gotten that far. A small rush

of shame went through him, but it disappeared almost as soon as it had

come – the time for it was past, and it would serve nothing and nobody

to place fresh blame.

"Th-thank you," Kat whispered into his thoughts, and Tommy

looked up to see her sapphire eyes brim over with tears. Her cheeks had

gone pale with emotion and her lips quivered as the first crystal drop

coursed down. Instinctively, Tommy reached out and wiped it away with his

thumb. The gesture was perfectly natural, and brought a tremulous smile

to Kat's face.

It had been slightly painful to talk to the blonde

dancer, to hear it confirmed that she'd come to love Jason, but Tommy admitted

to himself that it felt infinitely right to be sitting here with her, just

talking ... almost like during the time before his and Kim's breakup, when

he'd used to talk to Kat about their shared experiences as Rita Repulsa's

evil pawns. Helping her overcome her guilt – as Jason had helped him way

back when in what now seemed like another lifetime – had once laid the

foundation for their friendship, and Tommy found himself wishing to have

it back, almost as much as he wanted Jason's.

Slowly, Tommy felt a weight he'd been carrying around

for over a year melt and slough off his mind as he sat next to Kat, watching

her fiddle a little with her baby's things, meeting her timid sideways

glance. He smiled, and reached out again to capture a slender hand in is

own.

"It's okay, Kat," he said warmly, squeezing the fingers

lying once more so trustingly in his palm.

"Is it? Really?"

"Yes," Tommy said, exhaling slowly. "I wish this didn't

sound so pompous, but I do forgive you – both of you. Getting back

together with Kim ... do you know about that?" he interrupted himself.

Whatever else might happen between them from now on, he didn't want to

hurt his ex-girlfriend. There'd been enough of that for all of them, and

if Kat didn't know, Tommy wanted to tell her about his resumed relationship

with Kimberly as gently as possible.

"Yes," Kat smiled back somewhat damply, taking a load

off Tommy's mind. "Kim told me when she drove me to the hospital on Friday.

I'm very happy for you." Despite herself, she sniffled. At Tommy's slightly

alarmed look, her smile grew as she wiped away a last, lone teardrop. "Don't

mind me; I'm feeling rather sentimental these days. I really am glad, for

you and Kim. You deserve to be happy with each other."

"Oh. Thanks. Well ... uh ... anyway, when Kim and I got

back together this summer, something happened that made me understand,

sort of, what you were trying to tell me last year, about how you and Jase

happened," he fumbled, hoping his pretty companion wouldn't ask exactly

what had happened. Tommy wasn't prepared to explain that quite yet,

and to his relief he could see that Katherine would not pressure him for

details, although he could read the curiosity in her blue eyes. But then,

Kat had always been that way, he remembered now, able to read his moods

and considerate of his feelings. He'd just chosen to forget that in his

justifiable anger.

The baby chose that moment to start fussing in his carriage,

on the verge of waking up, and Kat reluctantly rose from the bench. She

would've liked to pursue this conversation with her ex-boyfriend, but if

Robin should start crying ... "I need to walk a bit to calm him down,"

she said in a half-whisper. "Would you like to come with me for a while?"

"Sure."

Grateful to have a physical outlet for his pent-up energies,

Tommy helped Kat stow the diaper bag and secure it to the pram. Slowly,

the two former Rangers began to walk down the paved paths, lost in their

thoughts. Unbeknownst to them, they were followed at a distance by a petite

brunette in a pink sweatsuit. She was smiling to herself as she watched

her friends talk at long last.

The two ex-lovers wandered slowly through the park, their

conversation a bit stilted at first now that the most important things

had been said, but a chance remark of "Do you remember when ..." by Kat

soon set them at ease. They found common ground in memories of their teen

years which seemingly lurked behind every bush or tree, and within a short

time, they were laughing easily together, pushing whatever was still painful

between them to the far edges of their consciousness. Both Tommy and Kat

were aware that it would take time to regain their former ease with each

other ... or rather, to build something new and enduring, something different

from what they'd shared before on the foundations of their friendship they

were rediscovering.

Since it was late in the year, the sun started to sink

early behind the distant mountains, shadows lengthened and the lake briefly

flamed with brilliant colors, even though it was barely five o'clock.

"I have to go," Katherine sighed, shivering as a cool

gust of win rustled the leaves of the trees overhead. She was loathe to

give up Tommy's companionship, now that they were talking again, but she

definitely didn't want to get sick – or make her baby catch cold. Robin

had been allright with his lightweight covering as long as the sun was

shining, but now ...

"It's getting too cool for Robin," she explained at her

friend's questioning glance, tucking the blanket more closely around the

limply sleeping little body.

"Uh huh," Tommy agreed, wondering at how disappointed

he felt. To his astonishment, he'd truly enjoyed talking to Kat as freely

and uninhibitedly as early in their acquaintance. It made him even more

sure that forgiving her and Jason was the right thing, the only thing

to do. He watched as she slipped on a light jacket, then turned towards

him. Her blonde hair was slightly windblown, her porcelain cheeks delicately

tinted from the sun and her obvious relief, and the blue eyes, so desolate

and empty the last time he'd looked into them once more sparkled with joy

and warmth. For an instant, Kat seemed to Tommy as beautiful as he'd ever

seen her.

"Kat, I ..." He couldn't go on, couldn't find words for

what was going through his mind. All the friendship, love, pain and anger

that had been between them vied for dominance, with neither emotion winning

– or losing, or so it seemed. The Australian continued to look at him,

slightly puzzled now, but trusting and open. They were so close, suddenly

so in tune with each other as they'd been when they first fell in love,

that Tommy couldn't help himself. Shaking himself in momentary disbelief,

Tommy nevertheless reached out and drew Kat into his arms. She didn't resist.

Their mouths met, gently at first, then the kiss deepened.

It was a seeking, a questioning, that had to be done, and both participated

equally until the moment played itself out. Sensations rose, peaked and

ebbed, and as the impulse faded, both separated with a familiar, lingering

caress that was soothing and good. Slowly, Kat's crystal eyes opened and

fastened on chocolate-brown orbs.

Tommy smiled, a little wistfully.

"It really is over, isn't it?"

While Kat had responded fully and unhesitatingly to his

kiss, there had been no spark, no acceleration of heartbeats ... but in

its place had been a quiet, steady glow that warmed and comforted, but

didn't ignite.

"Yes." Katherine laid her cheek briefly against Tommy's,

hugged him to show she wasn't angry that he'd taken the liberty, then gently

disentangled herself from his embrace. Her eyes never left his face as

she smiled back at him. "Can you understand that, under the circumstances,

I'm glad?"

"Yeah," the tall young man conceded. "Strange as it sounds,

if it wasn't ... God, what a mess we'd be in!"

"I don't even want to think about it!" Kat shuddered.

Once had been more than enough to last her a lifetime. Following her thoughts

as easily as if he'd been telepathic, Tommy caught a slender hand and raised

it to his lips. The blonde opened her mouth and started to express her

gratitude for saving Jason's life, for forgiving them, but her companion

stopped her with a single look. Kissing the back of her fingers gently,

he forestalled any further protestations.

"Don't. As my family pointed out to me so rightly, I wouldn't

have been able to live with myself if I had done nothing. And as for forgiving

you ... I'm doing this as much for myself as for you." He smiled at Kat's

questioning gaze; there was one sure way to convince her, and he took it

without hesitation. It was more than time.

"Tell Jase I'll be in to see him soon, will you?" he requested.

"Of course," she agreed immediately, her eyes misting

over with joy and relief. "Oh Tommy, it'll mean so much to him ..."

"I know," the erstwhile Zeo Ranger Five replied quietly.

"To me, too."

There was nothing more that could be said between the

two former lovers, so Kat took her leave, her step light and graceful as

she pushed the baby carriage with her still-sleeping baby towards the parking

lot. Just before she walked over the small rise, she turned once more and

waved back to where Tommy was watching her.

"Goodbye, Tommy," wafted across the distance towards him.

"Goodbye, Kat," he murmured softly as he watched the woman

he'd once loved disappear from view. Lost in his thoughts, he only came

back to his surroundings as a slight, short person tucked herself under

his arm. Startled, he looked down into gentle doe-brown eyes.

"Did it hurt a lot?" Kimberly asked her lover with an

understanding smile, letting him know without words that she'd seen his

leave-taking of Katherine, and understood and accepted. Tommy didn't question

her knowledge.

"A little," he admitted finally, because there had

been an element of sadness and loss in their kiss. "But I guess watching

someone walk out of one's life always hurts."

"It should, if there's been genuine emotion involved,"

Kim agreed. "And you did love Kat – a lot. But look at it this way

– Kat-your-lover may have finally left you, but in exchange you've regained

Kat-your-friend."

"I know." The thought seemed to cheer Tommy only marginally,

but Kimberly had learned to be patient. Sometimes, Tommy needed time alone

to work through everything and come to terms with everything he was feeling.

It would be worth the wait. Besides, there was something else the big lug

seemed to be forgetting.

"You'll also regain your best friend," she reminded Tommy

tenderly, touching his cheek so he would look at her. "By letting Kat go

in all ways, you'll get Jason back. If you want to."

"Jason ..." He sighed, knowing that seeing his friend

the next day was going to be an emotionally draining experience. If only

he were already past those first moments! It would be so awkward, apologizing

and fnding the right words ... But Tommy squared his shoulders almost immediately.

It would be worth it, and more than that, if they could eventually recapture

their former closeness. Meeting Kat today had been as difficult, if not

more so, and yet so rewarding; Tommy refused to believe that seeing the

one-time Gold Ranger again would be terrible in any way. Not easy, no,

but ...

"Jase forgave you trying to kill all of us once," Kim

whispered. "You just forgave Kat, or I'd be very much mistaken. Surely

you can forgive Jason as well ..."

"I already have," Tommy said, filling his lungs deeply

with the now-crisp fall air. "And I do want him back as my friend."

Suddenly he felt more alive than in a long, long time. He hugged Kimberly

to himself, then, on a impulse he grabbed the petite woman around her waist

and swung her high. Surprised, she squealed as much as she'd ever done

as a teenager.

"Tommy!"

"You're very good for me, you know that?" he asked huskily

as he slowly lowered Kim to the ground and pulled her close.

"But of course," she answered saucily, glad to see the

spark back in the brown eyes. It had been absent too long, and she'd missed

the exuberance teenaged Tommy had had, when they'd first started dating

in High School. How she'd loved that lighthearted side of him – a side

he'd only ever displayed to his closest friends, to people he loved and

trusted. Kim grinned at his mock pout, feeling giddy with relief. Everything

would be okay now, she felt it to the core. Standing on tiptoe, she tangled

her fingers in his long locks. "That's because I love you." Kim drew Tommy's

head down to hers.

Just before their lips met, he smiled the smile that had

first captured her heart at the lockers so long ago.

"I love you, too, Kimberly Hart. My heart."

As the two kissed, the last rays of the setting sun made

the still waters of the lake flare in brilliant shades of red, pink and

gold, but they didn't see. For Kim and Tommy, only the now counted; tomorrow

would take care of itself for once.

A nurse's helper was just removing the dinner tray from

Jason's bedside table when Kat entered the softly-lit room. She waited

at the foot of his bed while the young woman restored order, lifted the

top half of the bed so Jason was in a half-sitting position, and adjusted

the sandbags immobilizing his head to make it easier for the couple to

talk. Finally, with a smile and a cheery 'good-night', the hospital employee

left.

Kat moved to her husband's side and greeted him with a

loving kiss.

"Hi."

Jason responded as much as he was able – which was far

less than he liked. He was still damnably weak and achy all over, which

he hated. All he showed Kat of his frustration, however, was a rueful grimace

that she smoothed away with a gentle touch and smile.

"Hi yourself. Did you have a good afternoon? How's Junior?"

They had talked on the phone around noon, when Kat had come home from work

and told him she wanted to take advantage of the lovely fall weather and

take the baby out for a stroll.

"Robin's fine," she smiled. "I think he may be getting

another tooth, he's drooling a bit more than usual, but other than that

he's doing great. Your folks adore caring for him, especially your dad.

He's already dusting off your old electric toy train." Both young parents

grinned at the over-enthusiastic grandfather's eagerness. "I really miss

having him around all day, though."

"Me, too," Jason sighed wistfully. "I bet he's changing

so much every day, and I'm stuck here and can't even see him ..."

"It's only for three more weeks, love," Kat tried to console,

but she knew she'd be even worse if it were her lying here. They both loved

their small son very much, but hospital policy didn't allow children under

a school age to visit at all; it posed a number of problems that nobody

wanted to deal with. Accepting the inevitable with another sigh and some

glowering, Jason then touched his wife's cheek gently.

"So what else is new? You're looking very happy today

... has something happened?"

Kat laughed even as she blushed slightly. She hadn't realized

Jason could read her this well.

"Actually, yes. Oh Jason, when I was in the park, Tommy

came past by chance, and he stopped and talked to me!!"

For an instant, Jason's heartbeat picked up speed as his

own eyes began to glow with hope.

"I take it he wasn't so angry anymore?" he asked, his

deep voice slightly hoarse with suppressed excitement. By now he knew that

it had indeed been Tommy who had donated the blood needed to save him,

and Tanya and Trini had filled him in on what Kat had done, based on Kimberly's

report of the encounter at the Olivers' house last Friday. Jason had thought

he'd burst with love and pride to hear how she'd begged for him,

not counting how much it cost her in terms of courage and loss of dignity.

But if her encounter with Tommy today meant that the former Red Ranger

was willing to talk to Kat, then maybe, just maybe there was a chance that

he'd also be willing to talk to him, Jason, again ...

Kat's still-slightly accented voice stopped her husband's

train of thought.

"No, he wasn't. As a matter of fact, he told me he's ready

and willing to forget and forgive. Oh Jason, I ..." she choked up, momentarily

overcome with emotion. "He asked me to tell you he'll be by soon; maybe

even tomorrow. Isn't that wonderful? I never dared hope ..."

"Yeah. Me neither," Jason admitted, his heart soaring.

He saw how Kat had to fight her tears, and he let his own guard drop, showing

her just how much the message meant to him. "I know exactly how

you feel, Kitten. Believe me, I do," he murmured just as emotionally. No

further words were necessary between them; it was far more than the fulfillment

of a cherished dream for both. Their hands found each other and clung.

The two took a minute to collect themselves, then Jason looked more closely

at his wife's lovely features. There was a certain look in her eyes ...

"There's more, isn't there? Kat?"

Her blush reappeared, staining her creamy skin a deep

scarlet, but she met Jason's questioning gaze unflinchingly. Holding tightly

to his warm, strong fingers, she said what she felt she had to.

"Yes. When we said good-bye, just as I was about to leave

... Tommy kissed me."

The midnight eyes widened slightly, but never wavered

from their sapphire counterparts. Not letting any of his sudden tension

show, Jason asked as calmly as he could, "And?"

The single word contained a world of questions, which

Kat didn't seem to notice. She thought for a few seconds before she gave

an answer ... and then it was not quite what he'd expected.

"It was ... nice."

"Nice? I don't understand," Jason admitted, puzzled. It

sounded harmless enough, but was it really? "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that it was nice," Kat repeated, a slight, reminiscent

smile playing around her mouth. She didn't look at her husband, so was

unaware of the pained expression fleetingly crossing the handsome face,

but when she no longer averted her eyes, the look in them was open and

honest.

"It felt good to kiss Tommy," she continued softly. "There

was warmth, and tenderness, and affection ... and even love." This time,

Kat sensed the involuntary stiffening in Jason, as if he was preparing

himself to ward off a blow, and lifted the hand she still held to her face,

cupping it around her cheek.

"I felt all of that ... and at the same time, I felt nothing

at all. Or nothing more, in any case. There was no spark, no passion, no

sense of being safe and secure ... none of the things I feel when you kiss

me," Kat whispered, pressing her soft lips into the calloused palm. "Jason,

I'm not apologizing for letting Tommy kiss me, and kissing him back; I

think in a way, I needed to do it. We both did – if only to know,

really know, deep down where it counts, that there's nothing left

except the memory of what we once shared, and the friendship we can still

have. Can you accept that, Jason? Tommy was my first love, after

all; he meant a lot to me for a very long time, and there were a lot of

good things between us. I don't want to lose those memories. Not now, when

I can finally remember them with a clear conscience and go on from there."

"Of course I can," Jason replied, relaxing back into his

pillows. He gently ran his fingers down a petal-soft cheek. "It's just

... for a second, I was afraid that ...." He blushed, embarrassed.

"That I'd leave you and go back to Tommy?" Kat queried.

At his almost imperceptible nod, she sighed. "I guess I can't blame you

for suspecting that, given my recent idiocy. But you needn't have feared,

love. You've come to mean as much, if not more, to me as Tommy ever has.

Nearly losing you has taught me that. I love you, and I want nobody else.

Ever."

"I'm sorry. I knew that, and I should've trusted you more.

If I had stopped to think for a second, I would have. I hope. But ..."

Jason's deep voice trailed off, and he grinned shamefacedly. "Forgive me,

Kitten. Please?"

"Of course." The young woman smiled at her husband. "Besides,

it was only a kiss."

There was a moment of silence, then Jason reached for

Kat's hand once more.

"We – as in a couple – started with just a kiss," he reminded

her softly.

"Yes. And today, Tommy and I, as a couple, ended with

one. At last, and in a good way."

Jason looked deeply into the blue eyes, which met his

own openly and honestly. The sincerity in Kat's steady gaze and her voice

was unmistakeable, and he let it fill him until only love, and trust, remained.

"If that's so ... and I believe you that it is ... I'd

say it's appropriate."

"Yes."

Both shared a smile, and lapsed into a peaceful silence,

that stayed with both of them long after they'd separated for the night.

Tommy stood in the ward hallway in front of the white-lacquered

door bearing the number 26, trying to screw up his courage to actually

walk inside and face the man lying behind it.

*Get on with it!* he berated himself. *This

will have to lie here for another two weeks, if what Kat told you is true.*

The private pep talk didn't help. Tommy could still feel

the batallion of butterflies in his stomach doing strafing runs at the

very thought of opening that door. His palms were clammy, and there was

a slightly sour taste in his mouth that he reluctantly identified as fear.

*What are you afraid of?* his inner voice asked.

*You were the wronged party; if anything, it should be Jason who ought

to be reluctant to see you again.*

Only, it didn't quite work that way. Closing his eyes

and breathing deeply, Tommy tried everything he could to calm himself down.

When nothing worked, no matter how hard he tried, he sighed and gave up.

So he was nervous. Big deal; he was entitled, wasn't he?

*If only I knew what to say to him!*

And that was the crux of the problem. Tommy had no

idea how to re-open the lines of communication between him and his best

friend. Should he say 'good morning', or a simple 'hey', or something else

entirely? He just didn't know, after their last bitter encounter and such

a long time. However, while he was still searching for the right words

– any words – he remembered how easily he had been able to talk

to Kat the day before. If he could do it once, surely he could do it again?

After all, he and Jason had never had a problem communicating before; often

words had been all but unnecessary – a smile, a touch had expressed everything

they'd needed to say. The thought was comforting. As was the novel idea

that suddenly popped into the young man's mind.

*Maybe Jase is as nervous about this as I am! He probably

know what to say to me, either!*

Feeling strangely heartened, he knew the time for procrastination

had passed. If he ever wanted to reconcile with Jason, he had to

walk through this last barrier between them. Decision made, Tommy put his

hand on the door knob, swallowed hard and opened the door.

Jason lay in his bed waiting for something to happen,

someone to come, something whatever to break the boredom and monotony

of his healing. Knowing that it would take a certain amount of time, and

that he was making steady progress didn't help much, though. Clicking

the remote, he switched channels again. There was only so much sports he

could take, and after over a week of nothing to do but watch TV,

even unlimited football began to pale. The History Channel provided some

vaguely intriguing distraction during daytime hours, but anything else

... mostly, he just lay here waiting for the daily visits from Kat and

his parents. When they had the time, Rocky and even Bulk or Skull dropped

by, but they were working their jobs; naturally, what time they could spend

with him was limited.

The injured man cursed softly under his breath. He wished

he could at least read, but since he was stuck flat on his back for the

time being, it was just too exhausting to hold up a book at an angle he

could see for any length of time. Ergo, TV was the only option left to

him to pass the long hours between sleep, examinations, and the coming

of his visitors. Soon, Dr Jones had told him, he'd be able to start light

therapy, but until then ... the slight creaking of the door hinges startled

him out of his funk. Jason's eyes turned towards the door, and everything

seemed to come to a crashing halt.

"Tommy," he whispered hoarsely after what seemed like

an eternity of silence. Kat had told him his friend wanted to come see

him; he'd believed her, had hoped and prayed for it, but it only became

real now that Tommy actually walked into his hospital room, letting

the door behind him fall into the lock with a muted 'snick'.

Tommy stopped right at the door, staring at Jason whose

dark hair contrasted sharply against the pastel-striped pillow, but his

normally tanned face was pale, with still-visible bruises and a few small

cuts standing out in angry scarlet relief on his cheek, chin and forehead.

Bandages were visible through the hospital gown's neck opening, his left

leg was elevated and sandbags immobilized Jason's head. A thin plastic

line went from a needle in his left elbow to an IV bag hanging from a metal

stand, and for a second, Tommy's mind flashed back to when it hadn't been

a clear, yellowish liquid but his own, rich dark blood flowing into Jason,

giving him back his life. The warmth filling Tommy at that thought was

the same that had filled him that night, when he knew his bitterness was

slowly being swept away with every drop of blood leaving his own body.

It enabled him to speak without having his voice break.

"Hey, Bro."

It was the most natural thing in the world to say, suddenly,

and Tommy relaxed marginally.

Jason felt some of his own tension ebb at the familiar

greeting, and some color returned to his face. Their eyes met and held.

"Hey, yourself," he murmured, at a loss of what to say

next. Beg for forgiveness? Blurt out an apology? Thank his friend for coming

through for him despite everything? Or just invite Tommy to sit? He simply

didn't know, and that hurt. They'd always been so close, had been able

to talk easily about anything and everything under the sun ... his thoughts

were interrupted by a question from Tommy.

"How do you feel?" the former Red Zeo Ranger asked, kicking

himself mentally for the inaneness. He hadn't come to make small talk with

Jason! However, he was surprised by Jason's answer.

"I don't know," his ex-teammate said oh-so-seriously.

He could not bring himself to utter the same flippant answer he'd

given Rocky; this was much too important. Instead, he settled for the absolute

truth. "Physically, better than a week ago, but pretty lousy still. Mentally

..." Jason attempted to shake his head, winced at the pain shooting through

his skull from the fracture, and grimaced. He tried again. "I feel ...

good. And bad. A little giddy, nervous now that you're here."

Tommy nodded, being all-too-familiar with the mixture.

After all, he felt exactly the same. He let a small smile, showing his

understanding, play around his lips as he continued to look into the dark

brown eyes, so similar to and yet so different from his own. Before he

could comment, though, Jason's next statement rocked him to the core.

"If you want to know the truth, I'm scared shitless."

Of all the Rangers, only Jason would have the courage

to make such a bald admission.

"Scared?" Tommy repeated, incredulous. He had expected

anything else, but not that. "What in the world are you afraid of?"

If it had been possible, the pale face on the pillow would've

lost even more color than earlier. Instinctively, Tommy walked away from

the door to stop at the foot of the bed. Jason still held him in his steady

gaze.

"I'm scared to death that I'll do something, say something

that will drive you away again," he confessed, the deep voice even lower

than usual, and very soft. "I've wanted so much to talk to you these past

months, about so many things ... but knew I had messed that up myself ....then,

when I realized it had to have been you who'd donated blood, saving my

life, I ..." he couldn't go on, choking slightly. For an instant, Jason

had to glance away to regain control. Then, he met Tommy's eyes once more.

The dark orbs were moist, and shining with a welter of emotions. Neither

man could find anything to say for a long moment.

"Thank you," Jason murmured after a while. Tommy just

shrugged; saving Jason's life had been something he'd had to do;

it didn't require thanks. Not between them. Both young men fell silent

again, then Jason looked squarely at Tommy.

"I'm sorry," he said simply.

"Yeah," Tommy replied, another small smile twitching around

his mouth. The apology was no less sincere, he knew, for all its brevity.

"So'm I."

Jason was taken aback momentarily. Tommy was apologizing

to him?

"Whatever for? I wronged you; no matter what happened

afterwards, but ..." The racer wouldn't let him continue.

"Yes. But ... I shouldn't have hit you."

"I deserved it!"

"Maybe. Still, I'm sorry."

"Okay."

Both looked at each other consideringly. Things passed

between them that were too profound for words, but their eyes said it all.

Could it really be this simple? A year's worth of explanations,

apologies, pain and acceptance was packed into that silent exchange, until

both unconsciously relaxed. Yes, it could. The silence was close

to becoming oppressive, when Tommy opened his mouth. So did Jason.

"II missedmissed youyou."

They had to laugh at that simultaneous confession. Tommy

walked up to the side of the bed, probing Jason's dark eyes once more,

before slowly reaching out with his right hand. It was met almost instantaneously

by Jason's. As their fingers closed around each other, both were momentarily

transported back over nearly ten years to a rocky stretch on Angel Grove

Beach; Jason had been

wearing red, Tommy green ... and they'd become friends

almost as soon as their hands had touched. When they'd last met, bitter

words had been exchanged, accusations made, but all that faded before the

realization that through whatever miracle, the core of their friendship

had survived. It had not been destroyed, as they'd both believed, but merely

been buried under anger and guilt. Now, it burrowed up into the light again,

as bright and solid as before.

Magic could indeed strike twice ... and just like that,

a shadow lifted from both men's souls and fled the room, never to return.

"Well, here we are," Kat said brightly as she unlocked

the door to their apartment. Holding it wide open so Jason could pass her,

she watched his somewhat labored movements with concerned eyes. He'd only

been released from Angel Grove Memorial an hour ago, after four long weeks

of recuperating and slow progress. Normally, Jason should've been able

to come home much earlier, but his skull fracture had prevented that –

only now was he able to use a neck brace instead of lying immobilized –

and his dislocated shoulder and broken ribs had been unable to support

him on the crutches he still needed to use to relieve strain on his injured

leg.

The convalescent made his way slowly into the living room

while Kat carried his small suitcase into the bedroom to unpack. Stopping

in the middle of the living room, he looked around and sighed with contentment.

Halloween had come and gone while he'd been laid up, and Thanksgiving was

right around the corner; Kat had caught the season's atmosphere perfectly

by decorating the room with bowls of potpourri, colorful autumn leaves

arranged in vases and pots around the room, and a large basket of fresh

fruit. The red apples, green pears, yellow bananas and deep purple grapes

contrasted beautifully with the orange of miniature pumpkins, and made

a cheery centerpiece on the coffee table, within easy reach for someone

relaxing in the comfortable recliner right next to it.

Jason smiled, and inhaled deeply. Underneath the fresh

scents, there was a hint of baby powder and of Kat's perfume; so very different

from the antiseptic hospital smells of the past month, and signifying more

than anything else that he was home again. Taking a slow turn around the

room, he listened to his wife moving around while he touched and looked,

re-familiarizing himself with the sights and textures he'd missed so much.

At last, he found himself in the kitchen. Jason chuckled softly to himself

as he spied a very familiar tin on the table, and the coffee maker all

set up.

*I should've known Mom would make a batch of cookies!

to appreciate her efforts,* he mused as he switched on the percolator

and snitched a chocolate chip-pecan cookie. Soon, the coffee was burbling

merrily, and the smell of freshly-brewed Colombian began to permeate the

air. Jason sighed in appreciation, swallowed the last crumbs and propped

his backside against the counter, taking the weight off his aching leg.

He rested his crutches in the nearest corner and waited for Kat to reappear.

"Jason?"

Kat put the emptied luggage into the hall closet, then

entered the living room, looking for Jason. She'd thought he'd be settled

in his recliner, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Where are you?"

"In here," he called from the kitchen. Puzzled, Kat made

her way over, stopping in the doorway as she saw him leaning against the

workspace, right next to the toaster. It was almost the exact same spot

he'd been standing in four weeks ago, when she'd so cruelly asked him for

a divorce, and for a second, Kat felt dizzy with remorse and guilt. The

sensation receded, though, when she saw his warm, understanding smile.

Jason held a hand out to her.

"Come here for a minute, Kitten," he requested.

Stepping closer, the blonde noticed that he'd removed

his neck brace.

"Jason, you're supposed to wear this all the time as long

as you're up," she scolded him gently. "I know it's uncomfortable for you,

but it's only for another three weeks ..." Shaking her head, she had to

grin as she wiped a couple of cookie crumbs from the corner of his mouth

with her fingertip.

"I know. I'll put it back on in a minute or so," he dismissed

her concern with a naughty-little-boy expression at having been caught

snacking she secretly found irresistible that slowly changed to one of

profound tenderness. "First, there's something I need to do where the thing

would only be in the way." He drew his wife into the circle of his arms.

"Oh? What's that?" Kat asked, her heart starting to beat

a little faster. With a small thrill, she recognized the look in Jason's

dark eyes. It was very close to the one he'd worn the first time they'd

kissed.

"This," he murmured huskily, cupped her face in both hands

and kissed her very gently. When he finally lifted his head again, Kat's

eyes were shining with emotion. He brushed his lips once more over hers.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I woke up from that

coma and you told me that you love me," Jason confessed, smoothing the

pale-gold locks away from Kat's face. "Only, back at the hospital, we never

had enough privacy, or I couldn't move, or something. I'd promised myself

this kiss for a very long time."

"Oh Jason," the young woman sighed, deeply touched. "I've

wanted to kiss you like this, too, but ..." She never got to complete her

sentence, because Jason sealed her lips once more with his own. Kat melted

into the kiss, giving and taking everything in return, and it was

a while before she became aware of a subtle difference in the loving exchange.

They broke for air eventually, but continued to cuddle and smooch. Kat

absently dusted little soothing kisses over the thin red lines of the cuts

still visible on Jason's face. It wasn't a disfigurement since they would

fade with time, although the areas were rather tender still. She puzzled

over the nearly indefinable change she sensed in their caresses, but only

when Jason kissed her again, more deeply than before, the answer came to

her.

There was no more guilt.

Except for that very first kiss that had started them

on the path to today, all of their affectionate displays had been tinged

with shame, a sensation almost of doing something wrong, something forbidden.

She knew it had been because of Tommy, of what they'd done to their friend,

and that it had been felt by both of them. However, Tommy at last had forgiven

them, and was happy with Kimberly. The reason and need for feeling ashamed

and guilty were gone, and for the first time, they were sharing a kiss

just because they loved each other and wanted to express that love in the

most natural way between a married couple. It made all the difference in

the world, and with a happy sigh, Kat gave herself up to Jason's kiss,

allowing herself to be drawn into the gentle maelstrom.

Their increasingly passionate exchange was finally interrupted

by the doorbell. Jason by now was nibbling on the sensitive juncture of

neck and shoulder, sending delicious chills down her spine; Kat's hands

were burrowed under his sweatshirt, smoothing over the warm skin of his

back, when they found themselves reluctantly called back to reality by

the melodious sound. Kat bit back a moan of disappointment as Jason lifted

his head and bestowed a smoldering look on her.

"Don't answer that," he whispered coaxingly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to," Kat sighed as she gently disentangled

herself from his arms. She could feel his heart was beating as fast as

her own. Smiling ruefully, she kissed one of her fingertips and pressed

it to Jason's lips, stilling his protest. "I think that's your parents

and Robin."

"Aw, man!" She had to giggle at his comical groan. "Couldn't

they have waited until tonight? I love my folks, but their timing is lousy!"

"Be nice," Kat chided her husband, quickly restoring order

to both their appearances and handing him his neck brace. "They care about

you a lot, and I thought you wanted so much to see Robin again?"

"I do," Jason admitted with a lopsided grin as he fastened

the brace and reached for his crutches. Following Kat into the hallway,

he couldn't resist a last remark. "Still wish they had decided to come

later, though!"

Pressing the door opener, Kat turned towards her disgruntled

husband with a smile.

"Well," she murmured throatily, giving him a look and

a smile over her shoulder that brought a rush of color to his still-pale

cheeks. "I suppose we could say that you're still a bit weak ...

that coming home, using the crutches and so on has exhausted you, and that

you do need to lie down ..."

"I'm feeling myself getting weaker already," Jason murmured

back, his eyes lighting up with a tiny flame that made Kat feel light-headed

with delight. Only the chime on the elevator's doors as it arrived on their

floor recalled them back to the present, and with a mutual sigh, composed

equally of frustration and anticipation, the two opened the door to greet

the rest of the Scott family.

The post-race party was in full swing; John Rush always

made something of a special occasion on the first day of the new racing

season, but on this Sunday in early February it was more festive than usual.

While Tommy had placed third instead of winning,– he'd not had a good startup

position due to technical difficulties during the trials – there was still

cause to celebrate. It had been his driving skill and determination that

had garnered him a place on the winner's platform at all, taking him from

tenth to third in a fair and exciting race.

What made it extra special for Tommy, though, and sweetened

the fact that he hadn't won, was the presence of most of his friends. Rocky,

Adam and Tanya, Zack ... Kimberly, Jason and Kat – all of them had wished

him good luck before the race, and complimented him sincerely on his performance

afterwards. Trini was only missing because she had an important appointment

the next day and just couldn't spare the time to travel halfway across

the state, but had sent a fax that morning wishing him all the best. It

was precisely these little thoughtful gestures and encouragements that

had been missing in all their lives so long, and everybody was very grateful

to be able to perform them again, now that they were all reunited again.

It was the first time since his very first race right after graduation

that so many of his friends had cheered him on, and Tommy relished the

experience like never before.

*Back then, we all took our closeness for granted;

means to be friends with each other.* The thought brought a smile to

his lips and Kim to his side from where she'd been talking to Kat. *I

not the total lack of contact we had all that time.*

Kimberly squeezed his waist to recall Tommy to the present.

He looked down on his petite lover with warm brown eyes.

"What?" he smiled.

"Nothing," she smiled back. "It's just, you seemed miles

away, and I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

"Not far; only over there," Tommy indicated the laughing,

chatting group of their friends. "I can't believe how good it feels to

have things the way they used to be."

"Oh yeah," Kimberly agreed with a heartfelt sigh. Getting

serious for a moment, she searched Tommy's eyes for any kind of discomfort.

Choosing her words with care, she asked what she'd been dying to know for

some time now – ever since Christmas, when the gang had met for an informal

get-together and the atmosphere among them had seemed slightly awkward

at times. "Are you okay with ... well, everything?"

"You mean Jase and Kat, don't you?" Tommy queried, a slight

grin playing around his mouth. Automatically, his eyes drifted over to

where the two sat, Kat's blonde head very close to Jason's dark one. The

contrast was aesthetically pleasing, and the sight ... Tommy looked down

into Kim's face again. She'd blushed at his perception, but met his look

unhesitatingly.

"Yes."

He drew her closer into his arms and kissed the top of

her head.

"Don't worry so much, Beautiful," he assured her. "I have

no problems anymore with seeing them together. Actually, I'm beginning

to think of them just as I think of Adam and Tanya ... y'know, mentally

combining their names instead of thinking about them separately."

"I know what you're getting at," Kim replied. "I tend

to do the same thing ... and it seems right, somehow."

"Uh huh." Kim had just formulated what Tommy had been

struggling to clarify in his mind – instead of the sight causing him pain,

as he'd halfway expected it would, Kat and Jason looked right together,

their love and devotion obvious to even the casual observer. All he felt

by now was genuine happiness for his friends. Tommy grinned suddenly. "Remember

how Rocky used to complain that we always came as a couple? He once

said that in the beginning he was reluctant to invite me to hang out with

him and Adam because the two of us always seemed attached at the hip."

"He did? The fink never said anything to me," Kim

complained with a pretty pout, but her eyes grew soft as she remembered

those heady days of their early relationship. They shared so much more

now, but it was still good to recall how much they'd been in love then.

Before she could pursue the subject further, the 'fink' called both of

them over to join the group.

"Hey guys, come here for a sec! Jason and Kat want to

tell us something!"

Grinning good-naturedly, Kim and Tommy joined their friends.

"What's up?"

Rocky stepped aside energetically to make room for the

couple, and accidentally bumped into Jason, who was standing next to him.

Turning, he opened his mouth to apologize to his new business partner,

but was unprepared for the sudden pallor spreading over Jason's face or

the sharp wince he couldn't quite suppress.

"Oh man, I'm sorry," he babbled, quickly steadying his

friend as Kat scrambled to get a chair for her husband. With a grateful

sigh, Jason sank down and lifted his left leg onto a second chair that

Zack was quickly positioning within reach.

"It's okay, Rocky, it's not your fault. I just put too

much weight on my leg too fast. I really should've brought my cane," Jason

grimaced slightly. He absolutely hated the fact that he still needed

to use the walking aid, but unfortunately the infection from his pierced

artery had flared up again about two weeks after his release from hospital.

There had been some hairy moments until his doctors had brought it under

control, but he was finally healing properly. However, it would take some

time until he'd regain full use of his leg again.

"Are the penicillin depots working?" Zack asked, slipping

into doctor mode for a minute. He quickly and efficiently ran his hands

down Jason's thigh and adjusted the angle at which he rested his foot.

Finding nothing wrong, he nodded to a relieved Kat to indicate that Jason

was indeed as fine as he insisted he was.

"Yeah. Dr. Jones says I'll need maybe one more application,

then I ought to be as good as new. About time, too," Jason groused. "Not

that I mind teaching just the Senior Citizen and Peewee classes; at least

I'm working again, but I want to get back in shape! Bench pressing as the

only exercise I'm allowed outside physio gets pretty stale after this long,

and I can't even swim as long as the cuts from the penicillin crystals

aren't completely healed up."

"Don't overdo things," Zack cautioned his oldest friend.

"You're lucky we have a way to deposit the stuff under your skin at all,

and that it's doing the job. If the infection had spread any further ...

not only would you have been sicker than a dog, in a worst-case situation,

you could've lost the leg!"

The others gasped; only Kat – and Rocky as his business

partner – had known how potentially serious Jason's recurring illness had

been, and had kept silent at his request. Impulsively, Tanya hugged Jason's

shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell any of us?" she complained. "We could've

been there for you; I thought we weren't going to keep things from each

other anymore." Her hurt was obvious, and she was only slightly mollified

by seeing that Adam, Kim and Tommy nodded their agreement.

"Yeah, Bro," Tommy added. "Why didn't you?"

Jason met his friends' eyes.

"Because there was nothing you could've done. Because

I didn't want to worry you. And I know you would have – all of you," he

explained.

"Still," Adam swallowed. "If you'd really lost your leg

..." The stunt director blanched at the thought. He knew what such a thing

would cost him, and also how much of an athlete Jason was at heart.

He must have been almost paralyzed with worry.

"Well, I didn't, so stop fretting," Jason said. "It's

over, I'm going to make a full recovery, and in the meantime, I always

have Kat to wait on me hand and foot, if I let her." He smiled at his blonde

wife, who stood next to his chair, her blue eyes clouded with lingering

concern. Bravely, she summoned a smile, but the others could see that Kat

wasn't taking things as lightly as Jason wanted to make them appear. It

cast a slight pall over the festive atmosphere.

"Don't keep things like that from us in the future, you

hear?" Tanya scolded, masking her own reaction for her best friend's benefit.

"We're your friends. Strange as it sounds, we want to worry about

you."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Kim agreed with

the former Yellow Ranger. "It's what friends are for, and you should've

known that. Now that we're all back together again, I want to keep it that

way. And a friend almost losing his leg definitely is something

to worry about."

In the silence that followed her vehement statement, all

eyes turned towards the culprit, who had the grace to blush and look extremely

sheepish.

"I'll remember that," he mumbled, then added reflectively,

"although, when I stop to think about it ... I was pretty scared for a

while, but when all is said and done, I believe it would've been worth

it."

"What?" Rocky gulped. "What the hell could be worth losing

your leg?"

"To have all of you back in my life again." The deep voice

was husky with emotion, and the six friends sensed that Jason was completely

serious. "If losing my leg had been the price, I'd have paid it gladly."

"Jason ...!" Kim protested, finding herself on the verge

of tears at the image.

"It's true, Kim," Kat said softly, as earnestly as Jason

had spoken. "Jason and I missed you so much ... we'd have given that, and

more, to reconcile with you." While she didn't single Tommy out, he knew

her remark was directed mainly at him. To break the silence that followed

it, he cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the direction in which the

conversation suddenly was heading.

"Well, thank God it didn't come to that."

Rocky murmured a heartfelt "Amen" under his breath, which

was seconded by nods and muted agreements from the others as they contemplated

the consequences the couple would have faced.

Around them, crew and sponsors milled, oblivious to the

small group of friends who were closing ranks against outsiders, as usual.

Even if it was only figuratively, there was a certain air around them that

prevented the other guests from intruding. John Rush observed his nephew

from the sidelines and unbeknownst to the young man kept those away who

would disturb the group regardless. Ever since Tommy had informed his family

about his reconciliation with Jason and Katherine, he'd been more relaxed,

and it showed in his driving. While some of the tension had been responsible

for his initial wins, Tommy's skill had improved markedly, and John knew

how to bide his time. The former Gold Ranger's presence and support had

always been good for Tommy, and it was cause to celebrate indeed that his

mind was free again. More wins would come as a result of their reunion,

the older man was sure.

The erstwhile Rangers slowly regained their good cheer

as Zack and Rocky did their best to lighten the suddenly somber atmosphere

with a few quips. As laughter rose, first reluctantly, then more freely,

Tommy remembered that Rocky had called him and Kimberly over for a reason.

Drawing a deep breath, Tommy then looked down at Jason, who was shifting

in his chair.

"But, what was it you wanted to ask us, Bro?" he queried

casually, accepting the drink Kim handed to him with a nod of thanks. "Before

we got distracted by your medical bulletin." Jason turned towards him,

his dark eyes warm, but with an expression in them that made Tommy's heart

skip a beat. Whatever his best friend was going to say, it was not going

to be something frivolous.

"Well," Jason admitted, "actually it was two things. One

concerns all of you, the second is a favor I ... or more precisely, Kat

and I ... want to ask of you personally."

Thoroughly intrigued, the former Rangers stepped closer.

"Shoot," Tommy invited. It was the lovely blonde, however,

who answered first, her accented voice filled with motherly pride.

"As most of you know, a month from now Robin will be a

year old. He's really a bit too young to enjoy it, but we want to make

his first birthday into something really special – and we'd like all of

you to be there, too."

"Hey, any excuse for a party!" Rocky enthused; "of course

we'll come! Right, guys?" A chorus of cheery affirmatives brought a pleased

flush to Kat's cheeks.

"Thank you so much; we'll let you know the details within

the week, if that's allright with you."

Tommy felt Jason's eyes still on himself, and took a couple

of steps towards his friend, who by now had risen again and was leaning

against the wide windowpane shielding the VIP box from the noise of the

racetrack. Behind the two men, Kat started to answer questions about what

their little boy might need and/or enjoy as presents, laughingly refusing

some of Rocky's more outrageous suggestions.

"What's the favor you need me to do?" he asked curiously.

Jason smiled a bit diffidently.

"It's more that I'd like to keep a promise I once made

to you," the martial artist said. "You see ... last year, Robin was ill

for quite some time; nothing serious, and it's all cleared up now, but

somehow or other, we never got around to having him christened. My question

now is ... if you're still agreeable after everything that's happened,

and after all this time, Kat and I would like very much if you'd stand

as his Godfather."

For a full minute, Tommy was stunned speechless. He'd

wondered with secret regrets about who was the little boy's Godfather,

and he vividly recalled the night when the two of them had sat at a campfire

up in the mountains, pledging things to each other that they had yet to

fulfill. Although, Jason had definitely made a start at it, giving his

son his, Tommy's, name. The racer swallowed hard, suddenly feeling overcome

with emotion.

"You ... you're sure you want me?"

"I can think of no better man. I know that, if something

should ever happen to Kat or me, you'll be the best person to look after

him. Robin is the most important thing in Kat's and my life, Tommy, and

we'd like it very much if you should agree."

The two men looked at each other for a timeless moment,

then Tommy smiled slowly and reached out to touch Jason's shoulder. There

was only one answer he could give.

"I'd be honored."

As the sun slowly set behind the mountains, Kimberly snuggled

into Tommy's arms at the window of her tiny apartment. Everybody had gone

home hours ago, and the two lovers wanted to spend a few hours alone after

having had not much time together these past few days while Tommy had been

in intensive training for the race. They were sitting on the couch, talking

quietly about the events of the day, and the tall young man related Jason's

request to Kimberly.

"How do you feel about that?" she asked curiously, angling

her head so she could see his eyes.

"The truth? Pretty overwhelmed; it's a big responsibility,"

Tommy answered after a moment's thought. "When Jase and I made that promise

to each other, we had no idea what all we'd be taking on."

"Do you regret making that promise, then?"

"No. Not at all; I'd do it again in a heartbeat. If anything,

I'm touched that he remembered."

"Jason always keeps his word, once he's given it," Kimberly

reminded Tommy.

"I know. And I like the kid; he's pretty cute."

"Isn't he?" the petite brunette sighed with a smile. "I

bet he's gonna be just as handsome as Jason when he grows up."

Tommy sat up and regarded Kimberly with mock outrage.

"I beg your pardon?!?"

She giggled. "Oh, come on, Tommy – even though you're

a guy, you must be able to see that he's quite the hunk!"

"You never thought so when we were first dating," he protested,

suddenly unsure. "Did you?"

Kim reached up and drew his head down into a very loving

kiss. Her doe eyes sparkled when she finally released him.

"Of course I did. So did Trini, and Aisha when I showed

her his picture. Half the girls at school were drooling over Jason."

"I ... see," Tommy said, somewhat hoarsely.

"No, you don't. Because if you did, you'd also know that

the other half was drooling over you – only they knew they couldn't

have you. Because they'd have to go through me to get you," Kimberly stated

possessively, kissing her lover again. When they parted for air, she smiled

reassuringly into his troubled chocolate eyes.

"Tommy, I love you. I'm not going to leave you, for Jason

or anyone else, no matter how handsome they are. I made that mistake once,

and I'm not stupid enough to make it again. You're stuck with me – if you

want to be, that is."

"I do," he vowed earnestly, drawing her close. "It's just

... for a second, it all came back to me. That I lost Kat to Jason, I mean."

"Are you still not over that? I thought that you had put

it all behind you ..."

"I am. Have. Honestly," Tommy repeated, seeing how distraught

Kim was at the thought that he might possibly still be carrying a torch

for their blonde friend despite their final, friendly separation. He fell

silent for a minute, searching for the right words to convince her that

his feelings had truly changed.

"Kim ... eighteen months ago, when I won my first race,

I was trying to run away from all the hurt and pain, to escape everything

that had happened. I did it the only way I knew how at the time, by being

faster than everybody else. Only, it didn't work; the memories would always

catch up with me again sooner or later, no matter how hard I tried.

Then, you came back into my life. Suddenly, there were

other memories – ones I didn't want to lose, because they were so much

nicer than the other ones. We started making new memories, too, and slowly

they were replacing the painful ones. Idiot that I was, I was holding on

to them anyway, because I somehow felt that if I gave them up, I'd be condoning

what Jase and Kat did."

"That's nonsense," Kim chided gently, but Tommy didn't

seem to hear her. His voice was strangely intent as he continued.

"When Jason almost died, I had to take a very long, very

hard look at myself, and I didn't like much what I saw. I'd let the bitterness

guide me for so long that I almost didn't see how much light you were bringing

into my life. When I could save him and we reconciled, I suddenly lost

a lot of the motivation driving me; that's why I didn't do so well on the

track lately. Only today, before the race, when I saw them both together

and it looked so right, so natural, I realized that I didn't need to

run away any longer. Instead, I found myself going toward something,"

he confessed. He framed her delicate face between both his hands and looked

deeply into her eyes.

Kim couldn't have looked away if her life depended on

it, his gaze was so compelling. Holding on to Tommy's broad shoulders,

she caught her breath and her heart started to beat a rapid tattoo in her

chest as she waited for his next words. It wasn't a long wait, and Tommy's

voice was very tender as he spoke.

"I'm going into the future, Kim. And I know now that my

future holds you in it. If you want to, that is."

"Wh-what exactly do you mean?" Kimberly whispered, hardly

daring to hope. Could he possibly be asking ...?

He could.

"I'm asking you to marry me, Beautiful," he murmured softly,

brushing his mouth against her quivering lips. "I love you, and I want

to spend the rest of my life with you. Please say yes," Tommy entreated,

smiling the smile that had captured her heart so long ago.

Trembling with excitement and delight, Kim kissed him

butterfly-soft, making both a promise and a vow.

"Yes."

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