I have read quite a few fan fictions on here regarding the letter and who and why it was sent and I figured that I'd try and write an idea that as far as I know, hasn't been done before.

"My name is Kimberly Ann Hart. I am 25 years old. I own my own bridal boutique. I was born in California. I was in an accident when I was 17. This is what I know to be true." Angel Grove was supposed to be a fresh start for Kimberly in a new town… So why does this place seem so familiar? Who was this falcon in her dreams? And who was the handsome stranger calling her beautiful? - Tommy/Kimberly. Post letter.

Falcon Dreams

Chapter One

Flight

Weightlessness.

She was soaring across vast, glorious oceans and deep, mysterious jungles. Places that seemed as though they simply couldn't exist. Places of beauty, adventure and wonder. Places only alive and reachable through her dreams. It was her own little private paradise and sanctuary. The places she visited in her dreams offered her something that reality never could… A place in this world where she could be entirely herself, a place where she belonged.

The wind, the sun, the freedom. She needed this. The warmth on her skin, the kiss of the wind reminding her she was alive. She was free. No troubles, no worries, no pretending. Up here, in the skies she felt more herself than she had ever done before. It didn't matter who she was back then, or what she had been through. The only thing that mattered was right now, in the present and the paradise under her wings. Everything felt like it was exactly where it needed to be and she was thankful for that. There was something about being up here, something about flying that felt so familiar. So undoubtably right, she just couldn't explain it.

She was agile… Graceful. She was light as a feather.

The sky was hers and she felt at home. Like she belonged here and she always had done…

But she was never alone.

Kimberly Hart had this exact dream almost every single night for as long as she could remember. She was a bird… And he was a bird.

They weren't the same but they complemented each other somehow. He was strong and bold and brave. He was quick and fearless like a bullet fired from a gun. He was unstoppable and together they seemed like the perfect duo. He belonged in the skies just as she did and every night, they flew together in some beautiful fated dance as though they had done this all of their lives.

Something about him, her dream falcon that felt like he was a part of her she had lost a million lifetimes ago and now they were destined to only meet in her dreams. Kimberly ached for him in her nightmares, the ones that woke her in a cold sweat, the ones that made her head pound for hours and hours on end. Kimberly relished in these private dream moments. She ached for him like he was her saviour, an angel in disguise, and she would wait for him in her dreams until she was no longer flying alone.

Every night was the same, she would fly and dance with her falcon and as soon as they came into land, as soon as she reached out to touch her dream falcon, to feel him, to thank him for keeping her safe, for being her god given solace, Kimberly felt herself being pulled from her dreamland falcon and back into reality.

She opened her eyes and took a few moments to allow herself to adjust to the new light and the new unfamiliar room she was in. Her brow creased and she huffed to herself as she turned to lay on her back, focusing on the ceiling.

"One… Two… Three… Four… Five." Kimberly whispered to herself before running over her five in her mind.

My name is Kimberly Ann Hart. I am 25 years old. I own my own bridal boutique. I was born in California. I was in an accident when I was 17.

"This is what I know to be true." She finished. Feeling satisfied, Kimberly threw the duvet covers from her legs and swung them over the side of the bed. The tips of her toes brushed against the coldness of the wooden floor beneath her. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before glancing at the clock.

05:23am.

It was a Monday morning and the first day official day and grand opening of Kimberly's new and very own bridal boutique in a cute little store in Angel Grove. Kimberly had recently graduated with a degree in fashion and business (of all things as her mother would say) and with the money she had acquired from the accident, she had set up shop in an old and dainty but beautiful small space ready to start her life again. The rent was cheap due to the amount of cobwebs, rust and yellowness of the walls and the landlord was crabby but Kimberly had seen some kind of beauty in this space. She worked her magic and after weeks of practically living, breathing and sleeping in this giant yellow cobweb, she had transformed the place into a sparkling fairytale room filled with the princess wedding, prom and bridesmaid dresses every girl dreams of.

Kimberly stretched her arms out wide, like a bird would with it's wings and cracked her neck before shaking the the aches and pains out of her body.

This is it. She thought to herself. It was the first day of the rest of her life. A fresh start away from overbearing mothers, doctors and people telling Kimberly who she was and who she should be. They could never and would never understand what it was like to occupy the mind and body of someone who was never whole. It had taken Kimberly a long time to come to grips with the fact that maybe she would never be whole but this is who she was now. She wasn't the same girl she had been, not that she knew or could remember who that girl even was. She was a new person, born again. It didn't matter who she was when she was 17. It didn't matter who she was planning on being. What she wanted for herself back then was irrelevant. This is who she was now and she was finally comfortable. Her skin finally felt like her own again. She was Kimberly Ann Hart and she was ready to embrace that once more.

Kimberly dragged her fingers through her long brown hair feeling the long thick scar that ran from the back of her cranium to the top of her neck. She involuntary shivered but shook it off as she always did, stretching out her arms and her back. Her scar did not define her… In fact, it was from another life. It didn't even matter anymore.

A lot of things had changed for Kimberly over the past few years. She had, essentially, reinvented her entire being and now she was coming into herself like she had never done before. Her mother, Carol still liked to remind Kimberly of the girl she used to be, of the things she used to like, of the dreams she used to have and Kimberly would listen intently for her mothers sake before taking herself off and screaming into a pillow. She pitied her mother in a way. Carol had lost one daughter and gained another. The two looked the same but they are and would be forever separate. Kimberly couldn't tell you anything about who she was, she only knew what her mother shared and even then Kimberly found some of it hard to believe. A girly girl? A gymnast? And a damn good one at that. Olympic training? Another girl maybe in another life, but that definitely wasn't her.

So Kimberly had made a deal with her mother. Carol had to let her go for a while… She had to let this version of her daughter find her feet without interference and without the shadow of the girl she used to be looming over her. Kimberly had made a promise to her mother that she would go out in this big wide world on her own and when she was settled, when she had set up her boutique, she would tell her mother where abouts in the world she was and Carol could come to see what the second version of her daughter had accomplished. She wasn't the pink, girly gymnast anymore. She was a fashionista with an eye for beauty and elegance.

Kimberly's inspiration for fashion came within the first few days of waking up in hospital. She had no idea of the girl she one was… She remembered her mother and father. She remembered her family but everything else was a blur. Sometimes certain things felt familiar, like the way she took her coffee and how she liked the crusts cut off her bread, but essentially, her slate had been wiped clean. The accident had cost her her life but she had gained this one. A second chance to reinvent herself. Kimberly had opened some terrible teen magazine Carol had brought her to try to give Kimberly some familiarity and she had fallen in love with the individual styles on the pages in front of her. Fashion was essentially her passion now and although Carol tried to be supportive and happy for her, Kimberly knew that her mother ached for a daughter that no longer existed. So to keep Carol happy and because, as her mother liked to remind her every single day that Kimberly had been athletic in her past life, Kim made sure to take care of her herself, her health and to go for a run each morning. She owed it to her mother, her body and the girl she once was even though present day Kimberly couldn't really think of anything worse than some kind of strenuous activity that gets you all sweaty and tired.

Feeling as awake as anyone could at half five in the morning, Kimberly nodded to herself and made her way towards her closet. She grabbed her shorts, her sports bra and her running sneakers, throwing them on quickly before taking off for the door leaving her small apartment and her dreams behind her.

Kimberly breathed in time with the upbeat music, concentrating on nothing but what was in front of her. Her feet pounded the pavement at a steady and impressive pace as her mind wondered back to the falcon she shares her dream skies with. She often thought that maybe it could mean something but logic and fear pushed that thought away. The dream was just that, simply a dream. Kimberly ran the now familiar route, between the bridal shop and her apartment, she hadn't really seen much of Angel Grove but it seemed like a nice town and she could picture green parks and juice cafes in her mind. Kimberly was awake early and she left the shop late. She had met her fellow neighbours but she hadn't had the time yet to explore so she was still a stranger in this town. Kimberly rounded the last corner before slowing down to a stop.

Fairytales & Dreams Bridal Boutique

A smile graced her features and she pulled out her keys, letting herself in to see rows of beautiful gowns for all occasions. Kimberly closed the door behind her and walked into the back being careful not to mess up her new fabulously white fluffy carpet. She washed up and dressed herself in more appropriate attire; a crisp white shirt and a just-before-the-knee black skirt. Kimberly was very much a black and white kind of girl, she wasn't interested in colour. She liked things to be kept simple, no yellows or reds or oranges and certainly no pinks. That just wasn't who she was.

It was now 8am and Kimberly returned to the front of house to breathed it all in. This was it. Everything she had worked so hard for had finally come together. School, the headaches, losing everything she once was… It all seemed to be not so important anymore. This was where she needed to be and she was happy that she made the decision to leave her overbearing mothers watchful eye to explore this world alone. Kimberly had made it. The shop looked like everything she imagined and more and it really was the start of something new.

Tears pricked her eyes as she basked in this moment of peace, triumph and solace. Kimberly pinched herself to make sure this was real. "One… Two… Three… Four… Five." She whispered once again before running over her five in her mind.

My name is Kimberly Ann Hart. I am 25 years old. I own this bridal boutique. I was born in California. I was in an accident when I was 17.

"This is what I know to be true." Kimberly finished before making her way over to her desk. It was directly opposite the door, a beautiful and elegant dark wood which came to stand just above her waist. it was adorned with sketches, her computer, a diary and a cash register. She had everything she needed. She fired up her computer and checked her emails confirming a few appointments she had already booked in. Being Angel Groves only formal wear shop, Kimberly had high hopes for her perfect little fairytale boutique. Kimberly picked up some paperwork and neatly arranged it before taking in a deep breath.

It's time. Kimberly found herself smiling as she wondered over and pulled up the blinds, letting the Californian sunshine twinkle off of the crystals and rhinestones that graced the room. It truly was beautiful. She flicked the 'closed' sign over to 'open' and Kimberly felt a surge of determination and fire ignite within her.

She was not the helpless 17 year old girl training for the olympics.

She was not the 17 year of girl who slipped on that wet balance beam.

She was not the 17 year old girl who spent 4 months in a coma.

She was not the 17 year old girl who had forgotten and erased everything.

No.

She was the beautiful, strong, independent 25 year old woman ready to take on the word. Anything life threw at her she could handle. She knew it. Coming to Angel Grove was the best decision she had ever made and she was looking forward to making something of herself… Her real self. Not the 17 year old girl she had finally left behind.

"I can do this." Kimberly smiled to herself, flicking open her diary to see her very first appointment.

Monday 02nd June, 2003.

10:00 - Katherine Hillard. Bridal appointment.

Kimberly Ann Hart let out a small squeal of excitement before stretched out her arms, shaking away any nerves and anxiety she might have felt and allowing excitement and anticipation to run through her veins. She felt light, weightless and agile… She could do anything.

Kimberly was ready to take to the skies like a bird in flight.

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This is my first ever fanfiction! (Gasp!) I know… I'm a fanficiton virgin so please be easy on me.

I've been thinking about the whole Dear John letter recently and how disappointed I was with the way the writers handled that situation so I'm coming up with my own idea. As far as I know, this idea hasn't been explored yet. I know this chapter was kind of boring but I needed to set the scene and introduce this version of Kimberly who has lost her original self due to a terrible accident.

I've set the date to 2003 because I'm thinking that the rangers are 17 in the MMPR movie and Kimberly and the guys are now 25 which is 8 years into the future. Do you think that timeline is about right?

Quick note - although I was never a fan of Katherine, there will be no Katherine bashing in this story.

The letter will be explained later on and Tommy will make his appearance soon, I promise!

Please let me know if you guys would like me to continue with this idea and this story, I'm excited to see where this will lead. I hope you guys are too!

Abs.