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MidReal Story
Lord Zedd
Scenario:Tommy Oliver and Kimberly Hart are the reincarnations of Angel/us and Buffy
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Tommy Oliver
He is the current White Ranger in the Power Rangers franchise. He is brave, confident, and determined. Tommy is a former enemy turned ally when he returns as Johnathon Lieberman, revealing his past memories as Angelus and Billy. He struggles with his dark past and tries to make amends by fighting against evil. His connection with Kimberly strengthens his desire to redeem himself and protect others.
Aisha
She is Kimberly's best friend and confidante in modern times. Aisha is supportive, perceptive, and caring. Her relationship with Kimberly provides stability amidst their lives entangled with the Power Rangers' adventures against Lord Zedd’s schemes . Aisha’s presence encourages Kimberly to stay grounded while facing internal struggles.
Alpha 5
He is an android assisting Zordon on Earth. He is resourceful, loyal, and helpful. Alpha 5 plays a supporting role in providing technical expertise and aid to the Power Rangers during battles against Lord Zedd and other threats. His presence ensures the Rangers have necessary tools to overcome challenges.
I was shocked when I saw her.
I knew it was Kimberly Hart, the gymnastics coach.
She was also my White Ranger partner, and we had been through so much together.
But I hadn't seen her in years.
I knew that she had been born as Buffy, and I as Angelus.
We were meant to be together, but our past lives were cut short when I sent her tumbling to her death off a cliff.
I couldn't live with what I had done, so I made my way to the Hellmouth.
It was there that I met Billy, who was also Jason Lee.
He was an arrogant little shit, but he had potential.
I trained him to be a fighter, and he became good enough for me to send him to meet the Power Rangers.
They were good people, and they deserved a chance to have their lives made a little easier.
Lord Zedd was a power-hungry asshole who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
He had been trying to take over the world since he first appeared, but he had been thwarted time and time again by the Power Rangers.
I knew that he would never give up, so I sent Jason to help them.
He did alright for himself until he left for the Dark Side.
After that, he switched back and forth several times until he settled on being a Ranger again.
Rita Repulsa was another story altogether.
She was sexy as hell, and she knew it.
She used her body to get what she wanted from men, but she always played fair when it came to fighting.
I move through the crowded gym, my heart pounding as I watch Kimberly instruct her young gymnasts.
She hasn't noticed me yet, giving me time to rehearse what I'll say.
The children finish their routines and scatter to their parents, leaving Kimberly alone at the balance beam.
She's adjusting the equipment when I clear my throat.
She turns, recognition flashing in her eyes before she masks it with a smile.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"I'm not from around here," I say, taking a step closer.
"I'm from Scotland. You know, where the cliff is? The one that overlooks the medieval castle?"
Her face pales as I continue.
"The one with the stone walls and torch-lit corridors?"
I ask, taking another step closer.
"The one where we first met?"
"Who are you?"
Kimberly whispers, gripping the beam for support.
I take another step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper as I say our names.
"Angelus. Buffy."
She stands frozen, her fingers trembling against the balance beam.
The empty gym echoes with the hum of fluorescent lights overhead.
I wait for her to process my words, to recognize the truth in them.
And then, slowly, she takes a step towards me.
Her eyes search mine, looking for confirmation of what we both already know.
I can see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, but I also see a glimmer of hope.
As she moves closer, the scent of chalk dust fills the air.
Her breathing becomes shallow and quick, matching the pounding of my own heart.
I resist the urge to take a step back, knowing that she needs this moment as much as I do.
Her hand slowly lifts from her side, shaking slightly as she reaches out to touch my face.
I watch as her fingers hover inches from my skin, hesitating in the space between us.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her features, accentuating the lines of worry and doubt etched into her face.
Sweat beads on my forehead, and memories flood back - the castle walls, the moonlit cliff, her final scream.
I fight the instinct to step away, to break the fragile connection forming between us.
Instead, I slowly reach up and grasp her delicate wrist.
Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I guide her palm to rest against my cheek.
She gasps at the contact, tears welling in her eyes.
"Why now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I had to make things right," I reply, my own voice thick with emotion.
"But the past... can we really change it?" she questions, searching my eyes for an answer.
I reach out with shaking hands, my throat tight with centuries of regret.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her face as she stands frozen, tears still glistening in her eyes.
The empty gym echoes with our shared breaths and the distant hum of the air conditioning.
My fingers brush against her shoulders, hesitant and gentle, so different from that fatal moment at the cliff.
When she doesn't pull away, I draw her closer, feeling her warmth against my chest.
"This time will be different," I whisper into her hair, my voice rough with emotion.
She nods, and in that silent agreement, the weight of centuries begins to lift.
I lean forward slowly, my heart pounding against my chest.
The familiar scent of her shampoo fills my senses, a mix of lavender and vanilla.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her face, but I can see every detail - the slight tremble of her lower lip, the way her eyelashes flutter closed as I move closer.
My hands remain steady on her shoulders, anchoring us both in this moment.
The distant sound of a door slamming somewhere in the building makes her tense briefly, but she doesn't pull away.
When my lips finally touch her forehead, the contact is soft, deliberate, lasting only seconds but carrying the weight of centuries.
I pull back, but keep hold of her hands, our fingers naturally intertwining.
The emptiness of the gym gives our embrace a surreal quality, as if we're the only ones left in the world.
I look into her eyes, still glistening with unshed tears.
"I won't let history repeat itself," I say, my voice firm despite the vulnerability I feel.
She glances down at our joined fingers, then back to my face.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her features, accentuating the lines of worry and doubt etched into her skin.
She takes a shaky breath before speaking.
"How can you be sure?"
I lift our clasped hands between us, pressing them against my chest so she can feel the steady beat of my heart.
"Because this time, I'm choosing us."
I feel her body relax against mine as her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
The gym's fluorescent lights cast our merged shadows on the floor, and through the windows, I can hear the distant sounds of traffic and the hum of life outside these walls.
Her fingers grip the back of my shirt, as if she's afraid I might disappear at any moment.
When she finally tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes shine with unshed tears, but there's a genuine smile on her lips.
The familiar scent of chalk dust mingles with the faint hint of her perfume, a subtle reminder of who we were and who we've become.
As she moves closer, her voice is barely a whisper against my skin.
"Let's rewrite our story this time."
My throat tightens, but I manage a small smile.
I pull her even closer, resting my chin on the top of her head.
"I promise," I say, my voice steady despite the storm within me.
I pull back slightly from our embrace, my hands still resting on her shoulders.
The gym's fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on her face as she looks up at me with glistening eyes.
My heart pounds against my ribs while the familiar scent of chalk dust and her lavender perfume fills my lungs.
Time seems to slow as I study her face - the slight tremble of her lower lip, the way her fingers tighten on my shirt.
Slowly, deliberately, I tilt my head down toward hers.
She meets my gaze, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you really think we can change everything?"
I nod, my conviction unwavering.
I study her face in the harsh gym lighting, my hands still resting on her shoulders.
Her eyes search mine, a mix of trust and lingering uncertainty.
The scent of chalk dust and her lavender perfume surrounds us as I slowly move one hand to cup her cheek.
She leans into my touch, her breath catching slightly.
The distant sound of traffic outside fades away as I tilt my head down toward hers.
She rises slightly on her toes, her fingers tightening in my shirt.
"Do you really believe we can change everything?"
I nod, my conviction unwavering.
"Yes, because this time, we're writing our own story."
We stand there, the two of us, in the empty gym.
The overhead lights cast twin shadows on the floor, and the scent of chalk dust mingles with her lavender perfume.
She shifts her weight slightly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes while keeping her hands firmly against my chest.
We both take a steadying breath, our gazes locked.
When a car horn blares outside, neither of us flinches.
Our eyes remain fixed on each other, a shared purpose in their depths.
And then, slowly, she smiles - a smile that mirrors my own.
I lean in closer, my hands sliding down to her waist.
The shadows on the floor merge into one as the gym's fluorescent lights cast their harsh glow.
The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and her lavender perfume, each breath filling my lungs.
She shifts her weight slightly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes while keeping her hands pressed firmly against my chest.
Her fingers tighten, then relax, a subtle sign of uncertainty.
Outside, the distant hum of traffic filters through the windows, but in this moment, all that matters is the space between us.
I apply gentle pressure at her hips, guiding her closer until our bodies almost touch.
She hesitates for a moment, then slowly lifts her gaze to meet mine.
The fear in her eyes gives way to trust as she looks at me.
Her fingers curl into my shirt once more.
"We take our first step," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of our hearts.
"And if we fall?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
"Then we get back up," I reply, my grip on her waist firm and reassuring.
She nods slowly, a determined glint in her eyes.
I keep my hands steady on her waist as we stand facing each other under the harsh gym lights.
The polished wooden floor gleams beneath us, reflecting our merged shadows.
Her fingers remain twisted in my shirt while she takes a deep breath, her chest rising against mine.
The scent of chalk dust and lavender surrounds us as I gently guide her backward, matching my movements to hers.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, showing both trust and lingering uncertainty.
"We can't let fear dictate our choices," I say, my voice steady and sure.
She exhales softly, her breath warm against my skin.
"Then let's make this leap together," she replies, her resolve matching mine.
I slide my hands down to her waist, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers.
The gym's polished floor reflects our figures as I guide her into position.
Her back presses against my chest, and she inhales sharply when I whisper "Trust me" into her ear.
Her hands find mine at her waist, gripping tightly.
The scent of chalk dust and lavender envelops us as I begin to lead her in a slow movement.
She hesitates for a moment, then relaxes into my guidance.
We move as one, stepping into the unknown with unwavering resolve.
I guide her into a slow dance, our feet moving in unison across the empty gym floor.
The squeak of our shoes echoes through the room, punctuating the silence.
Her lavender scent mingles with the chalk dust as we circle the room, finding our rhythm.
At first, she follows my lead hesitantly, but soon her steps become more confident.
The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over us as we move together.
Our shadows merge on the floor, creating a single silhouette.
As we dance, her muscles tense and relax under my hands.
The smell of chalk dust and sweat fills the air.
We glide across the floor, our movements fluid and synchronized.
The sound of our footsteps echoes through the room, a steady beat that fills the space.
As we move, I feel her trust growing with each step.
Her body presses against mine, and I can feel her heartbeat quickening.
I whisper in her ear, "Are you ready to pick up the pace?"
She nods slightly, her hair brushing against my cheek.
I tighten my grip on her waist and guide her into a faster rhythm. Our steps quicken naturally, matching the increased tempo.
Her muscles tense under my hands as we build speed.
"Do you think they'll notice us missing?" she asks, a hint of mischief in her voice.
I chuckle softly, "Not if we keep moving like this."
She grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Then let's make the most of it before they do."
I pull her closer as we dance faster, our feet moving in perfect sync across the polished floor.
Her hair brushes against my chin with each turn, and I catch glimpses of her flushed cheeks under the fluorescent lights.
The physical connection sends electricity through my body, making my pulse thunder in my ears.
When she spins back into my arms, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her breath comes quick against my neck.
The intimacy of the moment hits me hard.
Her voice is barely a whisper, "What if this changes everything between us?"
I pause, feeling the weight of her words, "Maybe that's exactly what we need."
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine, "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
I draw her closer against my chest, our dance steps slowing naturally.
The gym's polished floor reflects our movements as we sway together, her head tucked under my chin.
Her lavender scent mingles with the chalk dust while our feet shuffle in perfect sync.
When she sighs contentedly, I feel the vibration against my collarbone.
My arms tighten around her waist instinctively, protective and possessive.
The fluorescent lights cast our merged shadow across the floor as we move in smaller circles.
She melts further into my embrace, completely trusting now.
I pull back slightly to look at her face under the harsh lights, keeping my hands steady on her waist.
Her eyes widen as I lean down, my breath stirring the loose strands of hair around her face.
The familiar scent of chalk dust and lavender fills my senses while distant traffic hums outside.
She grips my shoulders tighter, her fingers pressing into my skin through my shirt.
My heart pounds in my chest as I move closer to her ear, our cheeks almost touching.
The moment stretches between us, filled with possibility.
Her whisper breaks the silence, "Let's find out together."
I keep my hand on Kimberly's lower back as we walk slowly across the empty gym towards the double doors.
The fluorescent lights cast long shadows ahead of us while our footsteps echo against the polished floor.
She hesitates briefly at the equipment storage area, glancing at her gym bag.
I pause with her, letting her gather her belongings.
When she rejoins me, her fingers find mine and squeeze tightly.
The familiar scent of chalk dust fades as we near the exit.
Through the door's small windows, I see the parking lot's orange security lights glowing in the early evening darkness.
I push open the heavy gym door with my free hand, keeping the other firmly on her back.
The metal hinges creak as the evening air rushes in, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and asphalt.
Kimberly shivers slightly beside me, her gym bag bumping against her hip as we pause in the doorway.
The parking lot stretches before us, mostly empty except for my black Jeep and her red Honda.
Security lights cast long shadows across the pavement while crickets chirp in the nearby bushes.
I guide her to the side of my Jeep, our bodies close under the dim lights.
Her gym bag drops to the ground with a soft thud.
The breeze stirs, carrying hints of jasmine from the bushes and mixing with her lavender scent.
When I place my hands on either side of her against the car door, she tilts her head up expectantly.
Her breath catches as I move closer, my shadow falling across her face.
The crickets' chirping fades into background noise while tension builds between us.
I lean in, feeling her warmth against me as she stays pressed between my body and the Jeep.
The security lights cast long shadows across her face while crickets chirp in the distance.
Her gym bag lies forgotten by our feet as my hands remain planted on either side of her against the cool metal door.
When she nods slightly, her breath quickens and her fingers grip my shirt tighter.
The jasmine scent from nearby bushes mingles with her lavender perfume as I move one hand to brush her hair back.
"There's something I need to tell you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the night sounds.
I pause, searching her eyes for a hint of what she's about to reveal.
"It's about why I've been avoiding you lately," she continues, her grip on my shirt tightening.
I keep her pinned against the Jeep, my heart pounding in my chest while her fingers grip my shirt tighter.
The security lights cast long shadows across her face as she bites her lower lip nervously.
The jasmine scent from the bushes mingles with her lavender perfume while she takes a deep breath and starts to speak, then stops.
I move my hand from the car to cup her cheek gently, feeling her tremble slightly under my touch.
She takes another shaky breath and tries again to form words.
I lean forward slowly, deliberately, watching her eyes flutter closed as our faces draw closer.
I keep my body pressed against her, trapping her between me and the Jeep's cold metal door.
Her fingers twist in my shirt as she avoids my eyes, looking down at the forgotten gym bag by our feet.
The security light casts harsh shadows across her face while crickets chirp in the distance.
"I've been having dreams," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"About the cliff."
Her whole body trembles.
I slide my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, steadying her.
"You can trust me," I whisper, moving closer until our foreheads touch.
Her eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of fear and something else I can't quite place.
"In the dreams, I'm falling," she confesses, her voice trembling.
"And you're always there, reaching out to catch me."