A/N: Hey guys this is my first MMPR story, Tommy and Kim were my first OTP, granted I was only 4, but I've never stopped loving them nonetheless. Time flew by and I'll admit I let them slip to the back of my mind, but it wasn't until about a couple weeks ago that I found out Netflix was streaming the episodes. I decided what the hell? I put an episode on and even though it's ridiculously made and pretty horrible I couldn't stop myself from watching another episode after another. I'm still not all the way through s2 and to tell another truth I stopped watching the show once Kim left because I was a heartbroken child who couldn't believe that my favorite character was leaving and so I was stubborn and refused to watch anymore. It's true I stopped and although this story takes place during ZEO and possibly Turbo I won't know squat about the monsters or even Zords so I'll focus on the characters with mention of when they morph. I've also read quite a few fics in the last couple of weeks to get a feel for some of the characters. Feel free to shoot me an email regarding those seasons if you wish, but I won't go and re-watch the episodes. I'm stubborn what can I say.

Also I obviously own nothing otherwise K/T would have NEVER and I mean NEVER broken up. This is just for fun.

Synopsis: Kimberly's forced to quit gymnastics before the Pan Global Games take place and has to return to Angel Grove to finish off her senior year. Too bad she's already sent that god awful letter ultimately ending her relationship with the only guy she's ever really loved. How will the others react to her return? Jason is back in this and the timeline is most likely not as the shows. (Also lets just say that in the letter Kim never writes about meeting a guy. It's just a break up letter where she mentions that they have to go their separate ways because of their paths are leading them toward different lifestyles.)

Chapter One: If I Ever Come Back

It had been a long grueling day of training and with the AC still broken the gym had been hot and musky, add in the fact that Kimberly was in the state of Florida and that automatically gives you humidity. Her mind hadn't been focused on her routines the last couple of meets which had led to a long conversation with her coach about her once perfect landing turning into dismounts that had her stepping back once or twice and informed her that she would never get a chance to compete with routines that were no longer flawless.

Kim couldn't help it though. She had tried everything to get herself focused, but her heart hadn't stopped racing since she got back from a mini vacation that the coach had allowed his girls to take right before summer ended. That was two months ago. Two months ago she was able to spend a little over a week in Angel Grove with her friends and most importantly her boyfriend. When she first arrived she had become sadden by the news that her best friend had moved to Africa, but that didn't stop her from quickly making a new comrad in Tanya. Her mind would quickly wander to what happened the last night she was there. Her, Tommy, a quiet house, no parents, a neat bed, and what was supposed to only be kissing turning into something more. The house no longer quiet but filled with heavy breaths, long moans, there was no longer a neat bed instead it was disheveled with limbs and sheets, and clothing garments casually tossed to the ground.

You get the picture.

That night had become a blissful memory and every night her dreams would be filled with the way they professed their love to one another, but shortly after her dreams would turn into nightmares. Not about monsters, Rita, Zedd, or even putties, but about the letter she had sent a month ago. Kim hadn't known what possessed her to write the letter in the first place. In fact, she had tossed it aside after she had signed her name thinking of how utterly crazy she was for even writing it, but the next day after a long meet that had left her exhausted and accomplishing nothing new she threw a stamp on the envelope and tossed it into the outgoing mail slot without thinking. It was for the best, she had hoped that it would soon lead her to be on top of her game once again. It would take her four days to register what she had done and by than it was already too late. All she was left with was regret.

Sending the letter hadn't brought her back up to par, on the contrary, it had set her back a couple steps in the gymnastics world. Her fellow teammates would suffer in the end if she made the Pan Global Games team because Kim couldn't focus and her routines were suffering.

Kim knew this even before the girls started to whisper about it and throw steely glances her way, but she couldn't help it. Ultimately that would be her downfall as she flew onto the uneven bars doing two perfect go-arounds before leaping toward the higher bar and missing it by a long shot. Her mind was on the letter she had sent as she fell to the ground knocking herself unconscious.

"Kimberly…" A faint voice sounded in the background. "Sweety."

She slowly opened her eyes to see her mother. Her mother? She couldn't be seeing this. Her mother lived in France across the ocean.

"Mom?" Kim questioned stitching her eyebrows together confusingly.

"Oh honey! You're awake. Thank goodness." Caroline Hart threw her arms around her daughter. "We didn't think you would ever wake especially after the first night."

"What do you mean? How long have I been asleep?"

"Kim, you've been in a slight coma the last three days."

"What?"

"Sweetheart, what's the last thing you remember?"

"The letter." She spoke nonchalantly, but when her mother gave her a horrifying look thinking that she might have lost her memory Kim spoke again. "While I was on the uneven bars I was thinking about a letter that I had sent."

"Kimberly Ann Hart, you know better than that. You have to concentrate on gymnastics while you're doing it. Otherwise it can get very dangerous." Her mother said with discipline.

Kim looked at her hands with guilt. Her mother was right and Kim knew better. Just than a young doctor came through the door holding onto her clipboard. "Ah, Miss Hart it's so good to see you've finally woken up." Her smile was bright and enthusiastic.

"If I would have known I've been sleeping for three days I would have been up sooner."

"Tell me about it." The woman in the white lab coat laughed. "I'm Dr. Stevens and I just need to check your vitals." When Kim nodded the doctor took out her stethoscope and put it onto Kim's back instructing her to cough. "Everything sounds good."

"Great!" Kim smiled. "When will I be discharged?"

"You've only been her three days and your tired of this place already?" The young doctor who was probably in her mid-twenties asked wagging her finger before sending her a wink.

"Oh, three days is long enough. Trust me." Kim laughed as the room followed. "I have a gymnastics competition to train for and believe me when I say this. I'll defiantly be more focused." She missed when her mother gulped, but caught the smile on Dr. Stevens' face fade. "What?"

"Kimberly. I don't know how to say this."

"Well you could use words and put it into a sentence." Kim replied nervously trying to lighten up the mood.

"You tore a ligament in your shoulder before dislocating it. We were able to pop your shoulder into place, but I'm afraid the ligament is still in the process of healing"

"It'll get better before the Pan Global's right?" There was fear in her voice.

"I'm sorry to say this, but no."

"What about…" She let out a gasp. "I mean, it'll heal soon right." When the doctor nodded she smiled. Her shoulder would heal and there was always next year.

"Kimberly-"Dr. Stevens said softly. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but although your arm will heal properly there's no chance that you'll ever get the chance to compete in any future games."

Wanting to break down and cry but couldn't Kimberly just sat there motionless while tuning out the medical jargon that was spewing out of her doctors lips. Her life was officially over. She couldn't be a gymnast, couldn't compete, didn't have a boyfriend, and probably didn't have any friends either. Her world had come down crashing and boy did it crash hard.

Sitting their silently for hours her mother had excused herself to grab a cup of coffee and make a phone call back to her husband when Dr. Stevens came in.

"How are you holding up, Kimberly?" The only response Kim gave was a bitter chuckle. "Again, I am terribly sorry about your dream ending, but perhaps it's a good thing." When Dr. Stevens hadn't received an answer she spoke again. "May I ask you a couple of questions since we're finally alone?" Still no answer. "I'll take that as a yes. When was your last menstrual cycle?"

Kimberly shot her head up immediately. Was it really any of her doctors business anyway? Unless she could fix her future by knowing that information she didn't see a point. Until… oh god. Kimberly didn't remember

"Aha." Dr. Stevens spoke finally able to get a reaction from her young patient. "My next question is if you've been sexually active."

"Excuse me?" Kim chocked out.

"It's alright if you have." The doctor didn't judge. "You're at that age where curiosity doesn't cut it anymore and you have to do more than just have feelings, but experiment."

"I don't understand where you're going with this." But she did know. Kim knew perfectly well where her good doctor was going with this.

"Kimberly, I'm asking you this as your doctor looking out for your health. Remember when I said that perhaps your fall was a good thing?"

"I don't want to hear this." Kimberly shut her eyes tightly.

"You do have options and we do have doctor-patient-confidentiality here."

"I just want to go home!" she didn't open her eyes. Some people had options, but Kimberly only had one.

"Alright. We have your discharge papers here." Handing over the clipboard and after Kim signed it she handed her a white paper bag filled almost to the brim. "Here are the vitamins you'll need along with some information."Just than Caroline Hart walked in. "Looks like you're all set. Take care of yourself Kimberly."

Kim didn't say a word, but gave her doctor a slight nod.

"Mom can you take me home?" Kimberly asked holding tightly to the paper bag.

"Of course, sweetheart. I've got the tickets for an early flight headed back to France back at the hotel."

"No, I mean home, mom. Home!"

"Angel Grove?"

"Yes, mom, I want to go home." Kim knew it had hurt her mother to consider home a place where Caroline no longer resided and it would hurt even more knowing the fact that she had to leave her daughter a second time around, but Kimberly knew she couldn't leave the country knowing what she knew or more importantly what she was carrying.

"I'll call Melissa and Preston as soon as we get to the hotel." If it was anyone Caroline trusted with her daughter other than the Campbell's it had been her childhood friends. In fact, she had trusted the Scotts over the Campbell's, but since they had been traveling the world the first time, she had left her daughter under the care of Aisha's family. Now with Jason's return from Switzerland the Scotts were finally back in town and Caroline couldn't think of a safer place her daughter could stay at other than the place Kimberly called a second home.

"Thanks mom."

A/N: So there you have it guys. Let me know what you think or if I should continue. I'm also no doctor or a gymnast so my medical jargon is just, well, jargon and I have no idea what a person does on the uneven bars although I do know it looks wicked awesome and hard. Oh also this is just fanfiction so it's ok to be sort of wrong and out of the loop especially something in the AU verse.

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