Memories of the Heart

By

Nicole

Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. I'm just borrowing them for this story. Former writer KAOliver and I own the plot.

IMPORTANT: KAOliver is no longer going to be writing. Some things have come up and she passed on the duty of writing her story to me. KAOliver is now my mentor and my editor. However, we have both decided to put two other stories up that lead up to 'DinoThunder Ninjetti' I hope you enjoy them. Of course this is one of them.

Summary: What was really going on with Kim? Did she send the letter and if not why didn't she stay after defeating Maligore?

Memories of the Heart

Prologue

The night was cool and clear. The stars shone and the moon was full illuminating the road that the woman raced down. Highlighting her clearly for her stalker to see. Her breath was coming in short pants as she risked a glance behind and saw the shadowy figure was gaining. She couldn't run any faster and all ready her energy reserves were failing.

A flying tackle knocked her to the ground as a blow to the head made her see stars. This was so not her day, first no one would talk to her when she had called home, then there hadn't been a letter from Tommy in the mail, and now she was being attacked. As the blows rained down on her face she couldn't help but wonder why she had decided Florida was such a great place to live.

2 hours later:

The blond haired woman scowled as she checked her purse for the keys to her car. Her scowl deepened as she realized that she couldn't find them. She stomped her foot in frustration when she heard a noise coming from the alley way. "Hello? Anyone there?" She called.

There was no more noise in the alley way and even though she knew that curiosity had killed the cat she couldn't resist looking. A gasp rose in her throat as she saw the beaten and mutilated body of her best friend and room mate. "Oh my god Kim," she said as she rushed to the girl's side. The girl's clothes were ripped and blood was pooled around her body. The blond quickly checked for a pulse and nearly sighed when she felt one, it was weak but it was there. She whipped out her phone and dialed 911. "Hello, my name is Tara Stevens. I'm a gymnast for the pan globals. I'm on the corner of Fifth and Wilshire. I just found my best friend practically beaten to death. No she's still alive. How do I know? What do you mean how do I know? I checked for a pulse and she has one. Just send and ambulance." She practically screamed as she shut her cell phone and tossed it. She then pulled of her sweater and pressed it to the wound on side of Kim's head. Tara sighed in relief when she heard the wail of sirens. "Thank god," she whispered in a prayer. She stood up and walked back towards the corner, then she flagged the ambulance down. "Here she's right here in this alley," she called.

The EMT's jumped out of the ambulance and raced to Kim's side. "Ok we have a pulse. Let's get her to the hospital. What's her name, age, and any allergies she may have?"

Tara took a deep breath, "Her name is Kimberly Hart, she's 16, in great health and physical shape, and she has no allergies that I know of."

The EMT's nodded and loaded the pan global hopeful into the ambulance as Tara joined them.

A month and a half later

Kim was in a world that was completely black with no light and no color. Her inner self was curled in the fetal position as the other half of her personality was fighting the prison they were both in. The two were dressed drastically differently. One Kim was dressed in white shorts with a light pink shirt; this Kim was the one fighting her cell. The other Kim was dressed in a red shirt green shorts and a pink headband, she was still curled in a fetal position. "We have to get out of here," scowled white Kim.

"Why all that's back there is pain and betrayal," murmured the other Kim as she sat up and began to rock.

White Kim sighed, "Tommy needs us."

"He has Kat."

"Kat is not us," said White Kim as she kneeled before her counterpart. "Kat is his pink ranger now but he loves us. We are his rock and his support system."

"He hasn't written or called. Face it he forgot about us. He doesn't care anymore," stated the other Kim

"He's a ranger and not just any ranger but the leader of the ranger team. He has responsibilities and fights," said the White Kim, "we are supposed to understand and we do. He's busy and," she gave her counterpart a mischievous grin, "he's also mister forgetful."

"I'm scared," murmured the other Kim, "What if he or everyone for that matter looks at us differently?"

"They love us and will continue to do so. What happened wasn't our fault and they know that. Tommy knows that."

"How can you be so sure that they'll believe it wasn't our fault," stated the other Kim stubbornly.

White Kim rolled her eyes, "Because they love us. They do. You know what Zordon said. We were and will always be the heart of the team."

The other Kim still looked wary as she stood and then extended her hand to White Kim. Clasping hands together the two melded into one Kim dressed in a white summer dress with a pink sash around her waist, a green head band and a red rose tucked behind her ear. The prison also disappeared and colors reentered her world. She was still unconscious but now there was color. She frowned mentally as blue streaked through her mind carrying with it thoughts.

'Come on Kim just open your eyes. You can't be brain dead no matter what the stupid doctors say,' came a familiar voice.

'Trini,' Kim's subconscious recognized as well as the color blue as fear or worry. She frowned again since when could she tell colors and their significance on emotions. She fought through the darkness and the pain, fighting towards her best friend's voice. "Trini," she murmured.

"Kim! You're awake," exclaimed the Chinese girl with a laugh as she embraced her best friend.

Kim groaned as her head ache increased as she was bombarded by emotions, fear, pain, worry and intense happiness. She immediately focused on the happiness that was radiating off of Trini turning it inwards and using it to shield out the other emotions. "Where's Tommy?" she asked searching for her boyfriend

Trini's eyes left her best friend's as she answered, "Uh you know Tommy. Mister forgetful himself. His color is red now you know," stammered the girl.

Kim's eyes narrowed to slit's. "Trini," the petite girl said in a deceptively sweet voice. "Did you call him?" She asked.

"Yes but I only could reach Kat. I haven't been able to reach Tommy himself. Kat says that they are pretty busy fighting the machine empire. You know you got pretty badly beaten up. You need your rest," said Trini forcing a smile.

"What else is there Trini? There's something you're not telling me," said Kim her doe brown eyes searching Trini's darker ones.

Unable to avoid her best friend's eyes any longer looked directly in them tears filling her almond shaped eyes, "Kim you're pregnant!"

Kim's eyes widened to the size of saucers as she fainted her body not being strong enough to handle the shock.