Disclaimer: Power Rangers and their characters do not belong to me, instead I am just borrowing them for a short time. The plot and content however, do belong to me, just the characters don't and neither does the whole Power Rangers time line. So please don't sue me I am just writing cause I am rather stressed out that is all. *winks*

Authors Note: I am rather a sadistic author that is just the truth; anyways this story is going to be comprised of a different plot then that of power rangers. Why you ask? Simple I got no life and I found that the original PR continuum line is already screwed up so why not create an AU.

Quintessa La Hart
Author: Fuji S. Yuki

Chapter 1

Slowly a lone figure walked down the streets of downtown Angel Grove, after all these years she was back, however since she didn't have that much money on her, she had no choice but to live in the slumps of the city. It had been over ten years since she had came back from the hellhole she been living at in Florida.

Normally in the past she would have called up one of her old friends in Angel Grove to crash in, but it had been many years, since she last talk to them. Cutting all ties, hiding under the pretense that she was happily living in Florida with her new boyfriend while doing gymnastics, finally arriving in front of the half falling building that was to be her new home, she climb up the stairs until she reach the sixth floor. Drawing out the keys she received from her new landlord that was a fat greasy slob, she inserts it into the lock. Taking a deep breath of dusty mucous air around her, she open it, inside wasn't as great like the outside, it was dirty, and had little to nothing in it but the floors. Cracks and holes were in the plaster filled walls walking in she tug her duffle bag with her and shut the door, while double locking all the locks she found on the door. Whomever that live here before must have been rather paranoid, with good reason, she noted tossing her bag onto the floor she notice many cockroaches skittered away quickly from the invasion of their space.

Walking over she switch on the lights in the bathroom, immediately her eyes fell onto a half broken mirror, "Well it seems you've gotten yourself into a new mess haven't you?" In none shatter bits of mirrors show a black hair girl no longer the chestnut color, her eyes were cold and hard like dull oak tree's not the normal caramel golden brown full with naive and trust. Leaning against the door jam she pull out a small cigarette and lit it with the lighter she had just in handy. Drawing it in she close her eyes and slid down the doorjamb until she was in a crouch position. "This is just damn fucking great." Relaxing after the nicotine hit her blood, she smirks, "Well lets see about finding those jobs to get a better place isn't that right?" She mumbles to herself, and stood up walking to her backpacks she unzip it open.

Pulling out a laptop, she connected it to her cell phone and sent out a signal that was scrambled so that no one would tell where she was located. An image immediately booted up an icon appeared where two ladies were standing together holding out swords in an angle. A screen popped up requesting for password and user name. Leaning back while taking another drag-out of her cigarette she puff it out and typed in the name: Quintessa, while submitting her password. Immediately it accepted it and a list of names crept onto the panel list of clients to assassinations or little jobs.

It had been five years ago when she was recruited secretly by a secret organization with the government, inwardly she cringes at the memory. In pretense, she went with Coach Schmidt to go train for the Pan Globals, the national group immediately set up to falsify the whole event on television, while announcing that she had won the gold medal. However, the only thing she regretted since leaving for the secret organization was that she had to write a false letter to Tommy informing him that she moves on and that he was nothing, which was a entire lie. Even though she tried to leave, the syndicate of the government she belongs too would let her go after all, she signed a contract her life was there, and yet it wasn't.

Afterwards the Kimberly Ann Hart that her old friends in Angel Grove knew didn't exist anymore, Quintessa was born in a flash as an assassin spy for the syndicate, she was train hard for three years, paid in full for her contracts she fulfilled. Everything that happens that she did was for her country's secret organization; it was ironic that she was sucker into such a position. The organization had black mailed her after all, they knew about her friends, what they were, and that they could get to them or target them. That was what made her later on stay after all what was her life compare to theirs?

Scrolling down, her fingers paused at a name that leaps before her eyes, Tommy Oliver. The hell? Absently noticing that the assignment was in red signaling that she was privately requested for this assignment, which was odd, since the syndicate she belong too didn't want old past lives to get involve with their active operatives. Clicks on the description tag Kimberly noted that groups of national gamblers were rather upset with the youthful Oliver winning many of the races. Skimming her eyes over, she felt her heart freeze that they were hiring a group of assassins to target and kill Tommy Oliver. Scrolling down more, she noted that the assignment would require that someone get inside and nearer to Oliver to secure him from attacks, since he was going to be part of the new Olympic group of racers a new sports attacked in the Olympics. Pretty much the country adores him and he had won them many titles and money in the bureaucracy's pockets. Some even speculated that Oliver after his retirement from the tracks would be groomed for more then just the racetracks. After all, he had met with many diplomats had created relationships with the countries government officials and had express great interest in some of the political polices that were going on. Which seem to be rather odd for a race car driver, in a way the man was going up quickly, the syndicate was hired by many political groups that wanted Oliver alive and well so that he could reach his potential and help them out in the future.

Checking out the information she noted that since she had a past history with Oliver, that she was chosen since the man seem more of a hermit after a couple of break ups in the recent run. Sighing Kimberly stood up and walks to the dirty window and look outside onto the crappy streets and other shoddier buildings. Another note attached that they would pay her handsomely if she would be so kind as to take in the case. It also noted that the case would take on several months if they haven't yet nail the assassin and the group after their intended target. Finally making up her mind she strolled back to the computer and typed in acceptance letting the brash decide on how to get her back into good graces with Tommy Oliver. Inwardly she felt she would be making a big mistake if she opens the wound that hasn't even closed after all these years.

Angel Grove City Hall
Five Days Later

Walking into Angel Grove City Hall, Tommy Oliver extraordinary racer glanced at his watch and flinched at the time. "Aw man I hope Mayor Williams doesn't kick my arse for being late." Hurrying he bumped into a form sending massive folders and paperwork all over the floor, this drew several eyes to the incident, noticing that no one was injured they all went back to work.

"Oh my gosh I am sorry." Tommy apologized profoundly, while starting to help collect the mess up files and folders. "I truly am." He flushed in embarrassment. First, I am late now I run down someone and screw up their files. Good going Oliver. He scowled himself for his stupidity.

"No. It is alright it was my fault." A familiar voice called to him drawing his attention back to the figure noticing that the girl was dressed in a petite pink jacket and black slacks with a form fitting white shirt. She wore glasses on a petite nose and her hair was black as midnight. "You don't have to help me…really I am…" Slowly she lifted her head to stare into dark chocolate eyes. "Eh?"

"Kimberly?" Tommy whispered in stunned shock, it was those eyes, lips, and the glamorous elf like bone structure that pull him in more to recognize his old flame.

"What are you doing here?" They both exclaimed in astonishment then flushed at the synchronized question.

Flushing under his glaze while noticing that his hair was the way it was in the past curly and short like when she first lay eyes on him. He was dress in a leather bomber jacket and had on a white shirt and black jeans. "Eh I just move back here and started work here about two weeks ago. I am Mayor William's new secretary, and at night time I work at Angel Grove University as a Professor of History." Finally gathering all her paperwork together, she stacks it together.

"Oh my team is racing in the Angel Grove 200 race." Tommy stuttered a bit in nervousness, "We are going to be here for one month tuning things up and I have one month off after the race to relax. I am here to see Mayor Williams about some new proposition forms for the Native Americans that my brother is working on." His eyes widen, "OH crap! I am even more late."

"Um don't worry about it." Kim stood up balancing her files, which was amazing feat for one so short and petite. "He said to cancel the meeting and reschedule it for tomorrow, I was going to call the cell phone number you left to inform you. I guess it just slipped my mind, when I was going to place these files into order for the projects."

Tommy sigh in relief, "Oh thank goodness I thought I was going to make a really bad impression cause of being late."

"Well at least I can see that your habit still gets to you." Kim laughs softly, "Well it is good to see you I have to get these to the project room." She called out and started to walk toward the hallway carefully. To her surprise, she felt some of the load light a bit from her arms. "Eh?"

"Please let me help you, after all I did run you over." Tommy gave her a pained look, "It is the least I can do, and beside that." He felt his heart speed up after so long, it was odd, he swore to himself that he would forget her but now, he felt that resolve diminish. Why? Why does my heart beat for only her? Feeling a bit confused by his response to her after so long.

Kim bit her lip a little bit then nod her head. "Alright then, besides it gives me some time to find out what is going on with the other's since I've been out of contact with them for so long." Leading the way through the hallway until they enter the room to the right "Just set those there and have a seat while I file these."

The former ranger sat down in a comfortable chair that was set beside a desk, while watching the once hyperactive girl now smoothly and efficiently storing file after file into a very large cabinet. "So why did you leave Florida? I thought you would still be training for Pan Global or the Olympics by now." He didn't notice the pain expression plaster on Kim's face at the mention of the Pan Global.

"Ah, well I am retired from that, it seems after winning the Gold I just didn't have it in me to continue." Kim began finding the letter E she stuck the Eibert project into place. "I decided that after two years after the Pan Global. Coach Schmidt understood that, so I started to go to a university study and got my master in history. I then sort of felt lonely in Florida and home sick, so I move back to Angel Grove." Finally finishing her lie quickly and smoothly, she files in another file. "How about you?"

"Well I sort of wasted my time in the race tracks not knowing where I was going." Tommy admitted, "I guess I was running away from all my problems, I later on found out that I couldn't. So I enrolled in a program that allow me to race and study at the same time you could call it very long distance study program. I majored in political science."

Kim turns her head to stare at Tommy in astonishment; "Wow I never pegged you for that sort of major. Why did you pick it?"

Tommy muses while picking up a pen off the desk and tap it, "Well it started with a comment from my brother David. It seems he was rather pissed off about some issues that were going on regarding the Native Indians. How their was some unfair things going on for them…" Pausing a bit he lean forward eagerly, "You can say that he interested me in policies, not to mention I wanted to understand all the babbling he done about how this proposition will screw what up and so on."

"You seem rather passionate about it." Kim voice with a smile, "I am glad that you found something you enjoy, though what are you going to do with that degree exactly?"

"Oh are you mocking me Miss Hart?" Tommy smirks, when he watch her laugh, "Well I've been working a bit on things, I was even thinking of running for a office or even enter the political system once I have everything square away." He rubs his neck, "However for now I am working as a Native Indian activist trying to help them out at least."

"Did you have some sort of trouble being a Native Indian activists" The former pink ranger asked her pile of files had already diminish quickly after she straighten out what belong where. "After all, I remember there was some sort of thing that happen on CNN about a riot that happen in Angel Grove Reservation."

Tommy's face-harden a bit in anger, "Yes that did happen, turns out these corporation was busy dumping trash and toxic chemicals into the land. The substance leaked into the water, it ended up making people sick and resulted in several deaths." Remembering the incident, "When the company tries to bring in more garbage trucks onto the land the Native Americans gather and had signs protesting the dumping of the trash and chemicals. The police were brought in, the ones that were paid off of course, that day I was at the site with the chief talking about how we could stop them from taking anymore of the land. Justin Stewart you probably don't remember him that much, but he was this smart little boy that became the Blue Turbo Ranger. He was a genius; anyways Justin was coming over with the land analysis, since he work as a land Geologist for soil and land analysis. He never showed up, which got me worried; it was later on that I got a call from the hospital. Turns out Justin ended up in the middle of the riot, he was beaten up, and bleeding." Shaking his head in rage at the thought, "Two days later, I got a call from the police, they told me that there was a break in the hospital and that Justin barely escaped from being killed by these angry Native Americans."

Kim look on worried, "Why would Native Americans attack Justin?"

"They didn't." Tommy grinded out, "It was some of the corporation's henchmen that went in and attacked Justin dressed up as Native Americans they had their faces painted and all." Fisting his hands, "I tried to get in contact with Justin after this, but he never ever talk to me. It was later on that we finally manage to nail the corporation of illegal activity and dumping of the toxic materials, when one of our men manage to well acquire the information from an anonymous person." Shaking his head, "I hope however that Justin is alright, however I never had any more contact since that incident."

Finally finished with all the files, Kim sat in an opposite chair, "Gosh that was tiring all those files." Leaning forward, she places her hand on Tommy's lace up hands. "I am truly sorry about what happen really I am."

A jot of electricity stream through both of them making them separate from each other, "Um Thanks."

Glancing at her wristwatch, "Oh it is dinner time already." Kim's eyes widen, "I have to go close up the office then head over home to eat dinner." Smiling slightly at him, "Well it has been a pleasure seeing you again," Turn to walking through the hallway toward the Mayors room.

"Hey wait up Kim!" Tommy stood up and follows her, noticing her pausing mid-step glancing over her shoulder at him puzzled.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you want to have dinner with me, I mean you know as old friends, and Um…besides we haven't talk much." Tommy stares into those eyes that seem to ring with something. "I know it is sudden and we sort of have an um unfinished business and we are going to see each other perhaps…er…"

Kim swung around until her face was in Tommy's face, "Are you asking me out Mr. Oliver?" Smiling she close her eyes crinkled up in laughter from his stuttering. Leaning back she tap her finger to her lips in thought, "Well it won't be much of a dinner since, I teach Monday and Wednesday at the University around 7:30 pm -10:00 pm on California History. Also Tuesday and Thursday around 7:30 pm - 10:00 pm."

"Well then how about on Friday around 3:30 pm?" Tommy ask determined at least he won't lose contact with her, even though inside he was screaming at what he was doing.

"I suppose that will be fine, since it is a half day schedule for me, um would it be alright if you go meet me in my office at the university? I have office hours at the university and I am not requested to work for the Major on Fridays." Quickly waltzing, she led Tommy into the Major office. Quickly she turned off the computer then locking up the cabinet, with that done, she went to her desk pulling out her purse. Grabbing a posted note she jotted down the building and room number of her office. "Oh dear I am going to be late I have to scram now."

"Ah I'll see you tomorrow since your working I take it on Thursday?" Kim nods her head agreeing to the new schedule. They then both parted ways from each other, Kim to a fast food joint to get food before heading to the University and Tommy to his substitute home that his crew had rented for their group. It was a small building but each of the workers on Tommy's team had pretty much rented out almost rented out the whole building of Angel Westmont, except for some other apartments that were already taken up with resident in rental agreements or leases.

Five Hours Later
In Angel Westmont

Tommy parked in his parking space, and got out pulling out some groceries and baggage's, it already was late, he had pretty much went to visit his brother David Trueheart to talk more about the information they obtain regarding the propositions. Not to mention Tommy informing him of his meeting up with Kimberly, though the funny thing was that David warn him that something's just seem coincidental. However, Tommy jokingly reminded him that perhaps everyone was coming back because of the ten-year reunion that Angel Grove High was hosting.

After managing to gather everything, Tommy walked toward the elevator and press it slowly the elevator moved until it stopped on the third floor that he lived on. The doors open to reveal a mousy brunette with green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses, "Hey Chris!" He called out to his co-worker. The startled Chris Chiram one of Dream-Team USA promotion manager's assistant stuttered out a soft hello to Tommy. She was a bit shy by nature and timid like a mouse, it amused Tommy to no end that she would squeak out answers around him. Slowly he slid out of the elevator and wink at her, "Have fun outside." Noticing that she was dressed in a nice black dress, this earned a flushed from Chris and she ran into the elevator quickly jamming her finger on the parking lot button, and muttered a thank you.

Shaking his head Tommy walked toward his room 3B and unlock it with one hand, then walking in he set his stuff down, as he was about to close the door, he notice that there were clicking sounds of heels. Wondering if Chris had forgotten anything, he stuck his head out. "Did you forget something Chris?" He froze when he notice that it was Kim standing in the hallway staring at him.

"What are you doing here?" Kim began carefully as she walked to the door that was on the other side of Tommy's door marked 3C. Taking her key she unlocked it and pushes it in, while turning to look at Tommy puzzled.

"Our group rented out most of the Angel Westmont to live in, while we are here." Tommy explained while smirking, "I'll be damn I didn't know that you were my neighbor next door."

"Imagine that." Kim mumbles softly, while walking into her room then glance at Tommy slightly, "Well nice to meet you neighbor." Yawning slightly, "And good night." With that, she shut her door leaning against it tiredly. "Imagine the coincidence?" Her eyes glinted amusement, "But it isn't a coincidence is it Tommy boy."

Slightly miffed at Kim's reaction to him, he shut the door. Strolling a bit over to the grocery, he started to assort them into the fridge in correct order. It was wonder that he didn't know that his neighbor was Kim, however it was understandable since she was probably working by the time he was going out or coming back into his flat. After done with that he crawled into his bed getting ready to sleep, he knew sooner or latter, James his pit manager would be knocking on his door, lecturing to him that he has to go to practice soon. Unless it was Helen Bradson the promotion manager that was living one level down in 2C, she probably end up coming over to book him on a catalog shots, to commercial sessions, with all the trimmings that came to being a national driver. With that he fell asleep, still puzzled as to the entire common occurrence in the world, and how the world is so small.

Meanwhile in Kim's room, she pretty much was mad at the arranger of her little set up, typing into the computer she chatted with Lazarus the code name of her superior on the case. Also the one she reported in daily to inform him the progress of what was going on, after all it was part of protocol so that they would know what was going down on the end of the agents.

//

Quintessa: I can't believe these arrangements, are you insane? These quarters are too coincidental your going to make him suspicious if you keep this up.

Lazarus: We need you to have 100% effect on him, only way is to make sure you cross his path enough times in the day.

Quintessa: What if he suspects?

Lazarus: You were train to be a spy make him unsuspect, we didn't train you for nothing you know.

Quintessa: That isn't reassuring; I sincerely hope your willing to take responsibility if I can't cover things up.

Lazarus: If you can't cover it then will pull you out, it is as simple as that, but for now get closer to him. Who knows that boy may someday change the world more often then nothing.

Quintessa: You think him driving would get him killed faster then him being a walking target.

Lazarus: That is why we are depending on you to keep him safe. Now get to work Quin, we made sure your near him, also job that you are around him, money would be provided to you by those jobs the University, the City Hall and the set off payments at the side.

Quintessa: Yeah, sure, whatever you say Laz, geez you think you can stop being such a stickler.

Lazarus: Whatever, just make sure he stays alive, if all else fails we might have to let him in on the case that someone is out to get him, and pull both you, and him out.

Quintessa: You don't know him that well, he is very stubborn you really think he will let you guys center bodyguards around him 24/7. This is Tommy Oliver we are talking about, he probably just sneak off and get himself kill in the first place instead.

Lazarus: That is why your there to make sure he doesn't sneak anywhere to get himself shot up.

Quintessa: That really reassures me, for all I know I end up being the one to take the bullet for him.

Lazarus: Just do the job Quin that is all we are asking here.

Quintessa: Roger that.

Lazarus: That's real cute really it is…

Quintessa: Stuff it.

Quintessa Logs Out.

Lazarus: Damn insubordinates.

Lazarus logs Out.

//

Kim scowls at the screen while leaning back; pulling out some files, she stares at it where pictures of Dream Team USA were listed with profiles. "What have you gotten us into Tommy?" Drawing on her cigarette she close her eyes, "I just hope we can stay alive through all of this without screwing up." Skimming over the files, she tucks them together with the laptop, and stores them away in a hidden panel she made in the wooden floorboard. Sighing she tug off her clothes and slip into a nightgown, flopping down into her bed she closed her eyes tiredly, and started to dream of nothing.

Club: Hot Legs 1am

"Come on baby." A man with dark brown hair, and brown eyes sneered softly against the hot babe he scored.

A silky laugh accompany him, "Oh not yet…" She hums softly underneath her breath, "I want you to do me hard and fast against the car sugar." Pulling him toward a sport car, "Just you and me of course…but lets go to somewhere more romantic right?"

The many snorted, "Whatever you say…" Parroting a bit, after a few rounds of the drinks he had, slipping into the passenger the hot babe drove onward, hands were plaster here and there, while he mouth against her skin.

The Lady felt disgusted with his hands all over her, No. No. This isn't how it supposes to be. Feeling the control being taken away, she didn't like this one bit. The man leered at her, while playing with her purple hair; his fingers were trailing downward, until she parked the car outside Angel Grove Race Tracks. "Not yet sugar." She whispered, while getting out of the car to the hood and sat on it spreading her legs.

The man leered in a perverted curve of his lips. "Your hot babe." He slithered out of the car stumbling a bit, and got onto the hood his hands were slipper and wet disgusting the Lady. "You got a name you want me to scream babe?"

"Miki." Purring slightly, while revolted by the hands, it felt wrong it felt very wrong. She felt the man clamor onto her and press his hips against her dress. "No!" She whispered startled at the feel of him.

"To late babe!" The brown hair man laughed wickedly while dry humping her. Losing his balance, they both tumbled against the floor.

Miki as she was called quickly felt around her until she felt a rock, feeling disgusted when she felt hands on her legs dragging her up into his crotch. "Your disgusting!" Her hands immediately snag the rock and slam it repeatedly against the skull. She felt the hands on her hips loosen, but she continuously slam it repeatedly. "FUCK YOU!" She screams, when finally she noticed that the man was dead, she brought her hand to her purple hair and then look at her hands in disgust. Feeling pissed off she kick the dead body of the man she tried to rut. Getting up she grunted as she drags him into the garage rearranging him in the passenger seat of the Dream Team USA racecar. "Sweet Dreams." She mumbles, while laying taking out a rose and kissing it petals she place it on top of the car's hood.

With that Miki drove back home, when she got in, she rub her temples and shake her head while pulling her hands on her hair. Cowering in the corner, she coughs slightly and curls up against the corner of her room. Slowly her eyes swirl toward the wall, where pictures of Tommy Oliver in his Bomber jacket was lay scattered with pins here and there. Chanting softly, she stares at the pictures. "You can't leave me behind Tommy. You can't leave me, behind…" Closing her eyes she laid on the floor then submitted herself to sleep. "Don't leave me…ever again Tommy."