A/N: Thank you to everyone that replies to my fic. I'm happy that you guys like it. This chapter will be a turning point for the story. I'm not too sure of how it turned out, but I sure hope you enjoy it.
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Tell me who should I be to make you love me?
Tell me what does it mean to be alone?
Kiss Me Fool, Fefe Dobson
The door to the guest bedroom opened with a loud thud and the petite brunette tumbled out into the hallway. Blindly making her way into the kitchen, she pushed herself up into one of the barstools lining the breakfast nook.
Trini didn't even acknowledge Kimberly's presence, while she poured a cup of hot coffee, spread cream cheese on a fresh bagel and talked on the phone that was currently between her right ear and shoulder.
"Its 15 pages long and I already proofed it. Yes, I'll make it to the two o'clock meeting."
The tall Asian twirled around and smiled down at her best friend putting the coffee mug down in front of her, followed by the plate of bagels and the creamer.
"I'm fine Martha. Yes, well I didn't have a choice. Yes, she's kind of a force to be reckoned with. I'll be sure to give her your message. I'll see you this afternoon. Thank you."
Kimberly eyed Trini with an expression filled with amusement and exasperation.
"Can you tell me, how in the world can you be so fresh and chipper this early in the morning after only four hours of sleep?"
Trini smiled over the rim of her cup of tea as she took a sip of the hot liquid, unfolded the paper and quickly took in the day's headlines.
"Actually that would be two hours of sleep. I had to finish that exposition I was writing when you kidnapped me. I had to fax it to the office first thing in the morning."
Kimberly took a bite of her bagel and pulled at the social session of the paper.
"What time is it anyway?"
Trini glanced at the microwave clock and shook her head. "You still have time until you have to be at JFK."
After a prolonged silence, Kimberly ventured a look towards her friend. Trini was finishing her tea while she read over some of the news. She looked relaxed, nearly peaceful. But Kimberly couldn't help but wonder if it was the wall back in place. The front of a self imposed exile.
Finishing the last of the tea, Trini dropped the cup to the side. Kimberly quickly averted her gaze back to the pages lying in front of her. Trini curved up her brow and glanced at the petite brunette.
"Just say it already."
Kimberly found Trini's gaze with a frown. "I don't know what…"
"Oh, drop it. You were never a good liar. And really, trying that lame excuse on me it's a travesty. So come on spill it."
"Gah! I hate you." Kimberly said flinging her arms in the air with a little pout.
"No, actually, you love me. Now out with it." Trini leaned on the counter and crossed her arms over chest and her long legs at the ankles.
Kimberly stood from her sit and walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen. She dropped the empty coffee mug on the sink and stood mimicking Trini's stance.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Yesterday we spent four hours wondering around a closed department store, shopping for some amazing clothes. We bought beautiful shoes, bags and scarves. We came back here and I did your hair and you did my nails and we ate rocky road ice cream and guacamole chips. We laughed, we cried and we fell asleep like old times. But I need to know if you are okay. Today is Valentine's Day, if you need me just say the word and I will call LA and tell them that something more important came up."
Trini smiled softly in between the tears silently falling down her cheeks.
"Honey, what is wrong? Why are you so sad?" Kimberly said at the same time she moved to envelope Trini in a hug.
"I just feel so alone sometimes."
"That's it. I'm calling LA and I'm staying here…"
"No. Don't do that. It's alright. I'm going to be alright. What we did last night. That was exactly what I needed."
"Seriously, Trini look at you. You used to be this vibrant woman, energetic. What happened to the first yellow ranger? The girl that was brave enough to conquer her fear of heights, to fight against evil monster's that wanted to conquer Earth."
"Well she grew up, and realized that life is not an action adventure TV show or even a movie."
"Okay, I'll give you that. Our youth wasn't exactly the most normal. But at least we had a purpose. We were chosen to do great things."
"Until I got scared and decided to run away."
"You think that's what we thought? We all knew that's not what happened. It was your time to go and help the world in another way. And you took that opportunity and you ran with it. Trini, you have traveled the world and you have helped less fortunate people to live a better life."
"But in throwing myself into my work, I managed to alienate myself from my family, my friends… From love."
"You could still take that bull from the horns. I'm sure there are a lot of men out there that would be honored if you even cared to glance their way."
"The sad thing is that there's only one man out there I want... Scratch that. There's only one man out there that I love. And he's never going to love me back, at least not the way I love him."
"So this is you, losing hope and giving up." Kimberly asked her friend.
"That's the thing Kimberly." Anger was bubbling inside of Trini as she uncrossed her legs and dropped her arms to her sides as she made her way around the kitchen nearing the door.
Trini turned around to face her best friend. "There's nothing to give up. I'm just acknowledging the facts. I love Jason and he loves Emily. He's going to marry her, they are going to have beautiful babies together and live happily ever after. And I'm just going to sit by the side lines and watch him be happy. Isn't that what best friends are supposed to do?"
Kimberly was getting mad at her friend's denial. "I don't know. Maybe is high time you stopped being the good girl. Maybe is time you did something selfish like board a plane to Angel Grove and marched up to his home and knock some sense into him. I think it's time you stopped being the martyr and give him a choice."
"What? What choice, Kim? I'm not a choice for him. I've never even been in the running."
Rising her voice, Kimberly added. "Then stop crying for something it's never going to happen!"
The petite brunette stood in her full height and walked around Trini and out to the hallway. Trini followed her into the living room.
Kimberly took a picture frame from the mantle and shoved it at Trini's face.
Trini stared at Jason's smiling face, his arms wrapped around her.
"This right here, this is what you deserve. To be happy, to feel loved and cherished by a good man, but only if this is the man you want to go fight for him. If you are not willing to do that, then stop crying yourself to sleep at night and stop feeling sorry for yourself."
Trini was stunned at Kimberly's words.
Pushing the picture frame in Trini's hands, Kimberly walked toward her bedroom. She turned around just a moment and looked over her shoulder at her friend, her voice calm and nearly broken with unshed tears.
"I just don't want you to make the same mistake I did, Trini. Real love, it comes around once. That if we are really lucky. Don't let it go without a fight, or you'll kick yourself for it every time you look at yourself in the mirror."
Kimberly turned around and walked into her room closing the door.
Trini stood in the middle of her apartment looking down at the picture in her hands for a long time, wondering if she was strong enough. Wondering if she was ready to fight… If she was ready to win.
The plane ride was long, way too long…
And quiet, maybe too quiet. Too much time to think.
And then over think, and doubt his decision.
But then exactly what had been his decision?
He barely remembered his conversation with Tommy. His trip to his apartment was a blur and then he was in Chicago, waiting for a snow storm to subdue so he could fly to New York. And now, thirty hours later he was all of the sudden walking down the aisles of JFK looking for baggage claim 3 so he could find his black duffle bag.
And then what? What was he going to do once he got his bag and walked out of the airport?
Was he supposed to drop by her office unannounced? Or maybe wait until later and go knock on her door? What was he going to say? What the hell was he supposed to do, after flying three thousand miles to see her?
Jason stopped on his tracks and stared ahead. The murmurs from thousands of people around him, the buzz from departing and arriving planes, the loud sirens and blips from computer and other machinery, all of it stopped for a second as he heard her voice clearly from across the terminal.
Jason turned around and looked carefully around the strange faces ready to find her standing close to him.
But Trini wasn't there. He shook his head and rubbed the palm of his hand over his eyes. He was driving himself crazy. Maybe he just needed to book a room at a hotel and rest for a while.
Grabbing his bag from the running belt, he pulled his carry on over his shoulder and pulled the lapels of his coat closer as he made his way towards the sliding doors to find a cab.
"You didn't have to come with me all the way to the airport." Kimberly said walking side by side Trini trying to not bump into other people.
"I know I didn't have to. But I wanted to."
"Even after everything I said this morning." Kimberly asked with an apologetic smile on her lips as they stood at the boarding line.
"Especially after what you said this morning." Trini turned to look at her friend.
Kimberly sighed and pushed her glasses up to her head. "I'm sorry Tri, I know I was way out of line and…"
"Kim, every single word you said to me was exactly what I needed to hear."
"I'm sorry I… Wait what did you say?"
Trini smiled at the dumbfounded expression in her friends face. "I was being overdramatic and pessimistic. In other words more like you than I'm comfortable with admitting."
"Hey, that was not a nice thing to say."
Trini smiled and bumped her arm on Kimberly's playfully. "You know what I mean. I guess I was just losing hope and will to, like a very wise woman once told me, take the bull by the horns and go for what I want."
Kimberly looked at her friends as they shared a knowing smile. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
"It means that I'm seriously giving it a lot of thought."
"To what exactly?"
"Asking for a few days at the office and flying to Angel Grove. See what happens."
Kimberly squealed, jumped and clasped her hands once, before she caught herself.
Trini laughed out loud. "I can't believe you just did that."
"And I can't believe I haven't done that in so long. But really, I'm so happy you snapped out of that funk. I was getting worried."
"I'm not saying I'm completely cured. But thanks to you, I'm getting there."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Next." The attendant called them.
"I guess this is it." Kim said.
"But just for a few days. I'll e-mail you the details once I have them."
"Great. I'll contact Aisha and the gang to let them know." Kimberly said as they hugged each other tight.
"No, don't tell anyone just yet. I want it to be a surprise."
"As you wish. Then take care."
"Thank you for everything. And have a safe flight."
Before Kimberly disappeared in the crowd, Trini called out to her. "Call me."
She turned with a smile and waved. "I will."
Martha had heard about him a lot. How great he was. What a wonderful friend and intelligent man, strong and brave.
She had seen him in the pictures that adorned her boss's office, and knew he was very handsome. But noting of what she knew about him could actually prepare her for the image of the tall, dark hair man's presence in real life.
His eyes were filled with sympathy and truthfulness. Even though he had been out in the cold of a snowy February afternoon, he still emanated warmth.
And boy did he smell good.
The older woman, old enough to be his mother, couldn't help but daydream about the handsome Jason Scott standing in the lobby outside of Trini Kwan's office with an exotic single yellow rose with red skimming at the edges.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
God and in real life his voice was smooth like a warm chocolate soufflé.
Waking from her reverie, Martha smiled up at the younger man. "Yes?"
"Are you sure that Miss Kwan said she would be here at two?"
"Yes, that's what she told me this morning. That she was taking care of some personal stuff and that she would be back for her two o'clock."
Jason moved his shirt cuff up and looked down at his clock. "It's three thirty."
"Thank God her two o'clock canceled."
He raked his hand over his brown hair and sighed. He turned around and started pacing again.
"I hope you excuse my intrusion, Mr. Scott, but does she know?"
Jason turned to face the older woman with a shock expression. "What?"
"Does Trini know you were coming by?"
Jason exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. "No, no she doesn't."
Before Martha could say anything more the phone started ringing and she answered. Jason walked back across the room and took a seat grabbing the rose that was lying next to him.
"Martha, it's me."
"You had me worried, darling."
"I'm very sorry. I know I said I would be there, but I just needed some time to myself."
"I know you do, darling."
"Is Mr. Young still waiting for me?"
Martha looked up to the man sitting in front of her and smiled. But he was too preoccupied to look up and see her.
"No actually he cancelled. But there is…"
Trini exhaled and interrupted the older woman. "Thank God! Thank you for holding the ship for me. I promise I will be there tomorrow morning. Would you schedule a meeting with Rivers for tomorrow afternoon?"
"I can certainly try."
"Good. Thanks so much Martha. Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you enjoy your Valentine's Day gift?"
"Lunch at Le Blanc's was delightful, darling. Thank you so much. I'm just sorry you aren't here to get your gift." Martha looked up to find Jason's gaze on her.
"Look, I'm sure I'm going to love it as much tomorrow. It won't spoil will it?"
"No I don't think that's even possible."
"Good. Then we'll see each other tomorrow. I have to go now."
"Darling wait, there's someone…"
"Sorry, Martha the play is about to start. Talk to you tomorrow."
The line went dead before she even had the time to speak.
Jason stood from his place and walked up to Martha's desk.
"That was Trini, wasn't it? Is she on her way? Did something happen to her?"
Jason waited for a minute and then asked. "No, it wasn't her? No, she's not on her way? Or no nothing happened?"
The older woman had to hide her smile at his worried tone. "Yes, it was her. No to the other two questions. Trini decided to take the day off. She's not coming."
Jason turned on his heels and grabbed his coat and the forgotten rose.
"Sorry for disturbing you. Have a nice afternoon."
The older woman scribbled down something in a piece of paper and gave it to him with a small knowing smile.
Jason read the note and reciprocated the smile. With a small wink, he dropped the rose on her desk and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.
The older woman blushed furiously as she watched him walk away.
It was a nice day.
Even if she was tired of seeing the couples dressed in matching red attires wondering down the streets of New York City, she still had a nice day.
After dropping Kimberly at the airport, she decided to have lunch at a small little Italian Bistro she loved. Then she took an exhibit down at the Museum of Modern Art. Calling in a few favors, she managed to get a good seat for the Phantom of the Opera. There was no way her life could get any better than this.
Walking out of the theater, she looked up to find that the sky was turning dark already. She arranged her black gloves and smiled.
It was going to snow any minute now.
Looking down she stopped on her tracks, her eyes wide as flying saucers. She had to be dreaming.
Because that could be the only way that Jason Lee Scott could be standing in front of the theater holding a single red rose.