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vianwrites · 1 month

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So, I decided to continue with that previous Trimberly fanfic I did? And, this time it's on Kimberly's side of the story...so, yeah...ended up making it multi-chapter? Sort of? I'm not really sure how well I am doing with this, but I hope I am doing well.

Anyways, here's the second part/companion piece to Eyes Open (Trini's Version). The title of this one is Jump and Fall (Kimberly's Version)...and, yeah, pulling titles from Taylor Swift's discography because, why not? Will be postin this on AO3 and Wattpad as well. Anywho...this fic goes like this:

Kimberly Hart sat at her desk in her room, the soft vibrant hues of the cloudy afternoon sun basked her room with enough light that she didn’t need to open the lamp by her desk. She sat there for a reason, had been seated at her desk for much of the afternoon already. And, in all honesty, she should have been focusing on the opened textbooks in front of her, on the notebooks strewn haphazardly on her desk, on school assignments demanding her attention. But they ended up all fading to the background, like they were unimportant set pieces. Instead of diving into algebraic equations or historical dates, grammar and the proper use of punctuation, Kimberly found herself lost in a maze of thoughts and emotions as she tapped to a random rhythm with her pen.

It had been a whirlwind these past few months—months that felt like years. A whirlwind of emotions and events. It had been months since she made that brash and reckless action—some would call it a boneheaded move, a social suicide—that ended up destroying her reputation, getting her status as the ‘Queen Bee’ revoked and made her a pariah in school. That led her to a path she never dreamed would even be one possible to trudge on. It was so impossible and fantastical and something straight out of a comic book. It also led her to people—outcasts and misfits, like herself—that she would form a connection with. To people she would call her “family” and would call her theirs.

If she were to be honest, it felt like a lifetime ago. She felt as though the person she was then and the person she was now were from two different alternate universes. And, in the midst of all the drama, all the training and the struggles of trying to morph and the disappointment and frustration that came with failing to do so, witnessing a friend die and be revived, and almost dying herself in the process of defending their town...yeah, she would like to think that she had changed quite a bit. All the Rangers—Jason, Billy, Zack, and Trini—had.

But, in the midst of her thoughts of her journey as the Pink Ranger thus far, there was one thing that stood out to her as clear as daylight: the surprising bond she had forged with Trini Gomez, the Yellow Ranger. It was, if she was being honest, she had never thought Trini would be her closest in their friend group. After all, Trini wasn’t exactly easy to get along with. At least, not from the start.

The lonesome girl had been wary of her, and for good reasons. Still, they did end up getting along and now she considers Trini her best friend and knows the other girl thinks of her that way as well.

Suffice to say, it wasn’t the first time the Yellow Ranger wormed her way into the other girl’s thoughts.

Still, no matter how many times it has happened, it always managed to surprise her. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, so it wasn’t something she comes to expect at times or even sought after. But, regardless, it always had a way of creeping up to her. Sometimes it came slowly and insidiously. Other times it came like a freight train that comes barreling with such unstoppable speed and force. Regardless of how those thoughts invaded, they were always impossible to ignore. There was just something about Trini—her strong sense of individuality and fierce independence, rebelliousness to conforming to societal norms and social hierarchies, the confidence she seemed to carry that belied her years, and the juxtaposition she found with her hardened facade to her soft caring attitude.

She was captivated by the way Trini carried herself; captivated by the way her lips would quirk into a genuine smile—often a rare occasion to others, but one that had become somewhat of a norm recently whenever they have hung out together; captivated by the way Trini had been treating her as of late.

And yet behind that ruggedness that she showed and the lone wolf attitude she had initially portrayed, Kimberly found a multi-faceted girl that drew her in, like a moth to that proverbial flame.

When Trini was with her, Kimberly couldn't shake the feeling of solace and peace she felt. It was like a warm embrace, a fluffy blanket of comforting presence in the midst the hectic chaos that their life had become. At the same time, there was always something lingering—like a spark just about ready to ignite—whenever they interacted, making her feel something akin to an adrenaline rush. Kimberly found herself seeking out Trini's gaze, drawn to the warmth and depth of her brown eyes, deep and soulful.

As the Pink Ranger sat there in her room, she couldn’t help but wonder why she felt that way about Trini. Why did she crave Trini's approval, seek out her company, cherish each interaction they had together? Why did she feel a sense of loss whenever Trini wasn't around. Like a piece of her was, not necessarily incomplete but, missing? It wasn’t like that with the other Rangers. And, to be honest, she doesn’t remember it being the same way with anybody else. Well, there was somebody else, but that was before he cheated on her and—

—And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her.

This undeniable attraction she felt towards Trini was more than just admiration, more than just respect. It felt like it had morphed—pardon the pun—from something more than just friendship and a sense of camaraderie. It was now something deeper, more profound; something simple but yet oh so complicated. Something she had never felt before with another girl.

She had feelings for Trini. Feelings that went beyond platonic, more than just mere friendship.

The thought terrified her. Her mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around such an epiphany. She had never considered herself anything but straight. She had never entertained nor imagined the thought of being attracted to another girl, much more falling in love with one. But, as she sat there in her mess of a room it, strangely and jarringly, made undeniable sense to her, like puzzle pieces being put in quick succession into place.

It frightened her as much as it elated her. It made her heart skip a bit and thundered between her rib cage. Her chest constricting and breath hitching at the realization of her own desires; of acknowledging the possibility of her own queerness and sexuality and of the path her heart had suddenly decided to open up for her.

As she wrestled with these conflicting emotions, she caught glimpse of the photo she had tacked on the wall near her desk: the photo of the Power Rangers, taken as a group, during the celebratory campfire they had after Rita’s defeat. Her eyes gravitated and fixated themselves on Trini standing next to her in the photograph, grinning widely, skin glowing with the light of the campfire’s flames, and memories of her interactions with the shorter girl flooded her mind—from their first exchange and the chase that followed and every memory since.

But one memory stood out above all others: that night at the campfire.

In the midst of Zack’s suggestion to share about themselves—a proposition that irked Kimberly at that time despite what merits may be gained, what with not wanting to talk about the whole Amanda-thing and the shame that came with what she had done—in the hopes that they would trust each other more and be able to morph, Kimberly witnessed the strength and resilience beneath the tough exterior of one Trini Gomez. She saw the vulnerability and uncertainty hidden behind Trini’s bravado. After all, it takes quite a lot of courage to speak up about one’s insecurities the way the shorter girl had.

In that moment, Kimberly had felt a sense of awe and wonder at Trini, whom she initially thought was just someone with a lot of pent up rage and angst personified in such a small body. She felt something begin to form with the Yellow Ranger and with her desire to try and emulate such strength and get to know Trini further, get her to share more, to open up more.

That connection solidified itself and grew into actual friendship when Trini pulled her locker door out of its hinges after it had been vandalized and had offered her own locker for Kimberly to use. It was an act that she didn’t think she would be receiving from anyone. Certainly not something Trini would instigate without much egging. Granted, she didn’t know much about the girl at that time, but up until then Trini was pretty much aloof with her. They talked, yes, but she didn’t get a sense that the girl had any desire to be protective of her outside of their training until that moment. So, yes, that had come as a surprise. So much so that she distinctly remembered herself being at a loss for words.

And now, as Kimberly sat there in her room, her heart heavy and wrestling with longing and uncertainty, she couldn’t help but wonder what it now all meant for her. Did she really crave for something more? It did feel that way. Did she want to do something about it? More importantly, does Trini feel the same way? Does she want to risk what she had with Trini in favor of what they could have if the feeling was mutual? What would her parents say? What would everyone think? So many questions, one after the other, bubbled up to the forefront of her mind.

Any other day and those questions would have been ones she would be avoiding for weeks, pushing it to the back of her mind in favor of what little bit of normalcy was left in her life. After all, things were changing too fast, she wanted to slow down a bit. But now, there was nothing to occupy her mind with. It was simply fixated on the possibilities that lay before her...that was, if Trini did feel the same way.

And, she knew she was reckless. She knew it was, perhaps, her fatal flaw. Her recklessness was often tied to her emotional state—on what she was feeling at the moment and that energy being converted into some spontaneous action. It was that recklessness that often landed her into all sorts of messes in the past, and would no doubt continue to do so in the future. Especially when she does something without fully analyzing the consequence her actions would bring to herself or to others.

It was that sudden impulsiveness that had Kimberly reach for her phone, unlock it, and with trembling fingers type out and send a message to Trini without so much as second guessing what she was doing.

“Hey Trini, can we talk? It’s important.”

Yeah, if things went south, she could blame it on that. Or own up to it with the fact that one of the things she had learned with this whole ordeal with Rita was she shouldn’t take things for granted; that when the time to act came, she must be decisive about it, act on it. No regrets. Because you only live once, and once should be enough.

As recent as the revelation of her feelings for her best friend was, Kimberly felt it was time for her to come into terms with them, to explore them, to understand them and herself. And who better to do that with than Trini? She just hoped the other girl felt the same way.

As the three dots appeared on her messenger signifying Trini writing a message, Kimberly felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins.

Yes, this was uncharted territory for her. She didn’t know where this would lead her. It was the same with becoming the Pink Ranger and, well, she’d like to think she handled that as well as it she could—maybe even better than she think she would, all things considered.

Yeah, positive thoughts and all that.

With that thought in mind, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, only opening them when her phone notified her of Trini’s reply.

“I’ll be there in a few,” it had said.

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Power Rangers: Zedd⚡️

(Movie 4 of the Power Rangers 2017 movie sequels that never were)

Unboarding his ship at a sedate pace, Lord Zedd reaches the large frozen block of ice. With a single touch of his metal-clawed hand, the ice cracks and breaks with red corrupted energy. Releasing the green clad prisoner that was trapped inside. She falls to her knees, pained and tired, until she notices who released her, eyes going wide.

"My lord, it has been so long!"

"I know. Join me, Rita, join me like you did all those millenias ago. And together, we will finally bring order to the universe!"

For some unknown reason, Rita hesitates for a moment, but the answer is as clear as it ever was. She had already sacrificed too much to stop now.

Having defeated and incapacitated the Rangers, Zedd approaches the Zeo Crystal and, with a touch, releases a wave of red corrupted Grid Energy into it.

"Finally, the power of the Zeo Crystal is mine!"

Rita, still holding down a beaten Yellow Ranger, watches eyes wide as the plant life around them start to die as the energy of the Zeo Crystal is corrupted, simultaneously cutting the Ranger's connection to their suits. Trini, witnessing the destruction screams at Rita.

"Is this what you wanted, Rita!? Death and destruction, is that all you're good for?"

"No... No this is for order. With the Zeo Crystal we can bring life to any system, heal the dying stars of my planet-"

"Order??? I saw Zedd's order on Eltar. Planets in ruin, people enslaved and starving. Is THAT your order?"

"N-no..."

Still reeling from the discovery of Zedd's true depravity, and realizing how far she had fallen from her initial goals... Rita sees a glow in the hands of an unconscious Tomi. Her old Green coin, now reforged white, starts floating and gliding towards her.

"After all this time, after all I've done..."

The coin is now right in front of Rita, floating just a few inches before her. She grabs it, feeling its energy coursing through her once more. Rita's magic in combination with the coin capable of overriding Zedd's corruption of the Grid Energy. A new suit slowly covering her form as she glares and and starts running in Zedd's direction with fierce determination.

"YOU LIED TO ME!"

Rita knew she wouldn't survive this attack... But the least she could do was to fix one of the many mistakes she had done throughout her life. She'll prove the coin hadn't made a mistake choosing her all those years ago. Prove that SHE WAS WORTHY.

"It seems you'll die as you lived, Rita! A traitor and disappointment!"

"Maybe. But at least, I'll die as a Ranger."

And then... Rita's golden blade made contact with Zedd's neck.

Another blood red wave of crackling energy escapes the crystal.

"I still can't Morph! Why isn't the crystal going back to normal?! Zedd is gone, shouldn't that have fixed it?"

Rita draws a ragged breath.

"No. The crystal has been unbalanced by the corrupted Grid Energy. The waves are going to to keep growing stronger and stronger until the Crystal reaches its breaking point, and then... Well, I'm sure you can imagine what happens when the source of all life is destroyed."

Trini's eyes go wide.

"What can we do?"

Rita chuckles as she lay on the ground, eyes unfocused and blood leaking from her wounds. The Ranger suit that had briefly covered her was now slowly retreating.

"The crystal would need to be rebalanced with a wave of pure Grid energy the likes only a fully morphed Ranger can provide."

Trini looks down at the dull yellow coin in her hand.

"My coin still isn't working."

"I suppose I can help with that."

Rita uses the last of the magic that had kept her alive to spell Trini's coin. Allowing it to bypass the corrupted Grid energy and Finally Morph.

"After all, you always were my favorite, little yellow."

The yellow Ranger takes a last look at her old enemy's dying body.

"I'm not going to survive this, am I?"

Rita gives her simple one word answer as she draws her last breath.

"No."

Trini lets a single tear fall before she starts running towards the now visibly unstable and struggling Zeo Crystal.

She could hear the screams and pleading from her friends as they saw what she was doing.

But she keeps running.

Each increasingly powerful wave of dark red energy lashing and pushing against her.

But she keeps running.

The energy burns as it hits and courses through her body, the force of every wave growing stronger and faster as she gets closer to her goal.

But she keeps running.

Trini feels the crystal absorbing her Grid energy, her suit disappearing piece by piece. Then her coin, slowly disintegrating.

"Thank you... For being my friends."

The world goes white.

The Crystal has stabilized, and has reformed stronger than before.

Lord Zedd has been defeated and his legions have been beaten.

The town and the world have been saved.

The heroes don't celebrate. Not today.

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An awesome new series of commissions made by the super talented @samurairdk showing what I think could have been the 2017 movie sequels!

Zedd, having tracked the dragonzord as it returned from Eltar, reunites with his long lost ally Rita in order to invade Earth and finally take control of the Zeo crystal so that he may control all life and death in the universe.

I imagined this sequel as slightly different than the rest. Instead of focusing solely on this team of Ranger, it would delve in the history of Rita and her team and what caused her to turn against them. This movie would also mark the end of the Mighty Morphin team and suits.

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