A/N: Okay, sooo. This is a song series set to Kelly Clarkson's 'Break Away' CD. They're all song fics, but like...continued. I've had this idea in my for a while, so chapters are going to be coming out pretty fast. I just want to get this outttt.

Kimberly sat down on her bed and tried her hardest to keep the tears at bay. But, alas, it was no use at all. Tears spilled over her cheeks and her vision blurred as she tried to get a grip on her life. Her chest heaved with the sobs that were overtaking her body, and she just lay there and accepted it.

It's funny, she thought bitterly. All I ever wanted was to do this. Was to get out of Angel Grove and become a famous gymnast. Now that I'm here, it's hard to imagine why I ever wanted this to begin with.

She stood up and walked to the window of her dorm room that overlooked the streets of Florida. Everyone down there looked so...happy. So carefree, so completely blissful. She was the exception.

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray

Training for the Pan Globals was an opportunity of a lifetime, and Kimberly knew she just had to take it. And it seemed like everyone else thought so, too - her mother was practically dragging her to the airport, Tommy gave his blessing just as easily, and even Zordon knew that she had to go and experience this amazing opportunity.

And it was amazing, for a while. But the longer she stayed there, the more awful it seemed to her. It wasn't a healthy environment. The gymnasts weren't very nice people - everyone was always trying to stab each other in the back so that they would be guaranteed a spot on the team. Kim had been the victim of many of these attacks, although she never reciprocated. Teammates would rat her out to the coach - saying that she was sneaking out after hours, hoarding snacks under her bed to pig out on - petty stuff, really, but it did get to Kim, especially since she didn't do any of the things she was accused of.

She had given her heart and soul to this place, and all it had given her in return was...was what? She wiped her eyes furiously and stood up, running a hand over her stomach, where she could feel every rib protruding from her body. She knew she should be hungry, but she just couldn't find it in her. Everyone was finally saying that she looked good - even the Coach Echolls, to the other gymnasts surprise. And her boyfriend, Duncan McKessie even thought she was finally up to par.

She knew that there was something viciously wrong with that, but she didn't have the strength to fight it. She had tried to talk to people about everything, but no one seemed to respond to her.

Her mother blew her off at every opportunity, saying that with every great achievement comes great sacrifice. Tears fell again as Kimberly thought of what she was sacrificing. My life.

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanting to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I'd pray

I could break away

Kimberly flopped back down on her bed, thinking of how she used to be. She used to be strong. She used to be a freakin' Power Ranger. How had she become this shell of who she used to be? She used to dream not only of becoming a world-class gymnast, but of traveling the world, doing stuff for the good of the world. She remembered how heart broken she had been when Trini, Jason, and Zack had all gotten called off for the Peace Conference and she hadn't - she wanted to make a difference, too, goddammit!

But at the time, she thought she had her whole life ahead of her. She was happy to let her friends take over for the time being, and she would stay behind and help the world out in a more general way - you know, fighting aliens and stuff.

She loved the life she had in Angel Grove. Loved it. She and Tommy would sit out in Angel Grove Park, under the stars, and talk about what they would do after high school, after Power Rangers. They dreamed of going to faraway places, ones that neither of them had been to. She remembered those nights like they were yesterday.

I'll spread my wings & I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

Out of the darkness & into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

"I want to go to the Island of Illusions," Tommy said, preempted by nothing.

"That's funny," Kim said, turning around in his arms, "I thought you just said you wanted to go to an Island that almost made all of us disappear."

"Well, yeah." Kim cocked an eyebrow at that. "Well, no." Tommy looked like he didn't quite know how to put his emotions into words.

"Are you trying to tell me you want to disappear, Mr. Oliver?" Kim asked teasingly.

"With you? Always." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "But seriously, so I might not want to go to that specific island, but I do want to go someplace tropical."

"Mmm, me too." Kim said, relaxing back in his arms. "Laying out on the beach, sun-bathing, it sounds like heaven."

"We'll do it one day." Tommy said, full of conviction. "Me and you, we'll go to an island. And maybe not disappear." He joked. Kim just smiled and leaned back farther, loving the way her head fit into his shoulder perfectly, just like always.

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get on board a fast train

Travel on a jet plane

Far away

& break away.

A knock on her door broke her out of her reverie.

"Hey, Kim?" A fellow gymnast named Tasha was knocking incessantly on Kim's door. Kim wiped her eyes quickly and got up and answered it.

"Hey, Tasha." Tasha wasn't one of the meanest gymnasts at the gym, but she definitely wasn't the nicest.

"Listen, I just found this when going through my stuff. It's probably a little old, I dunno." She said in a bored voice, thrusting a letter into Kim's hands. "Next time, make sure your friends aren't like, retarded, and can manage to write the right room number, okay?" She said and flounced back down the hall.

Kim sighed and closed the door, looking at the envelope. It was obvious that someone had taken the envelope and scribbled the wrong room number over the correct one that was already there.

They all fucking suck, Kim thought miserably.

She looked closely at the letter and saw that it was from Tommy. Wow, must be really old if it's from him. Jealous bitches. She knew that all the girls were super jealous of her and Tommy's relationship, and this wouldn't be the first time that they had taken his letters to her and hidden them only to finally relent when Kim hounded them.

She opened it tentatively, not sure if she really wanted to read what was on the inside. Whatever it said, it was sure to make her feel worse.

Hey Beautiful, it read.

I know in your last letter you seemed pretty down and out of it, but I know you can make it through. You're the strongest person I know. I hope you know how much I love you and how proud I am of you. I can only imagine how tough it is being cut off from everyone, but don't worry. Things will always get better.

Speaking of getting better, you have to let me know when you have a couple days off from training. I know, I know, it might not be for a while, but when it does happen, I have the best surprise ever for you.

Just remember, when this is all over, when you're a famous gymnast and I'm doing whatever the heck I'm doing (besides being your trophy husband, obviously), Kim couldn't help but laugh out loud at that comment, you and I are going to go on our own island getaway, remember? I hope you didn't forget, because I sure didn't.

Anyway, I should probably get going, saving the world or whatever, but I love you, so much, and nothing will change that. And just so you know - I'm just throwing this out there - but I wouldn't think any less of you if you came back to Angel Grove. I would just be happy you were there.

But that's it! I swear. I love you, Beautiful.

Love, Tommy.

I'll spread my wings & I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

I'm gonna make a wish, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

Out of the darkness & into the sun

I won't forget all the ones that I love

I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

Kimberly found herself in tears once again. Tommy was always proud of her, no matter what she did. She knew that he wouldn't be proud if he saw her right now. Hell, she wasn't even proud of herself. Yes, she was becoming an accomplished gymnast, but at what cost? It wasn't even fun to her anymore. She had enjoyed it more when was relaxed and unpressured, hanging out at Ernie's and just doing it for herself.

She felt more and more guilty as she read and reread Tommy's letter. She knew it was from a long time ago, and she knew that his feelings had changed irreparably, but still. The knowledge that Tommy wouldn't be proud of the newfound Kim was not something that sat well with Kimberly Hart.

He wouldn't want me to be living like this, she thought. He would want me to happy and healthy and not miserable.

All of a sudden, it was as if a light shone on Kimberly Hart's future. She stood up and looked around the room.

"Fuck this place." She said to no one.

She glanced at the clock - it said 11 p.m. It was late, and it was too late for Kimberly to do anything drastic. But, she shook her head. It was never too late.

She turned on her stereo, louder than she should since it was afterhours, but not giving a damn. She pulled out her two large suitcases from under her bed and threw them open atop her bed.

She started tearing through her drawers, throwing all the clothes that she loved in a suitcase, leaving some of her least favorites there. She made a note to leave all the clothes that Duncan ever bought her in a drawer, despite how cute they were.

She carefully wrapped her pictures of the Rangers and even her and Tommy, which she kept in the nightstand next to her bed, hidden so that Duncan wouldn't see. She wrapped that one extra-carefully, almost laughing to herself. Here she had Tommy out of her life, yet he was still the one that influenced her the most.

Buildings with a hundred floors

Swinging 'round revolving doors

Maybe I don't know where they'll take me

But I gotta keep moving on, moving on

Fly away

Break away.

There was another knock on her door, and Kimberly rolled her eyes, knowing that it would be someone there to complain about the music. Sure enough, she opened the door to an irate Tasha.

"Kimberly, I don't know what the fuck you're doing, but turn down the music!"

She was wearing a facial masque and holding two cucumber slices in her hand, looking more than a little scary. Kimberly, who usually held back when it came to her fellow gymnasts, laughed right in Tasha's face.

"Tasha, hi! Come to return other letters from my boyfriend that you took because you couldn't get one of your own?" Tasha's face turned red underneath the green facial masque. "No? Aw, pity." Tasha stomped her foot, at a loss for words.

"Oh, and I think you're starting to ferment." Kimberly added sweetly, gesturing to Tasha's disgusting masque. With that, Tasha let out a frustrated scream, babbling incoherently at Kimberly.

"Tasha, can you keep it down?? People are trying to sleep you know." Kimberly whispered, and shut the door promptly in her face.

She leaned her back on the door and smiled to herself. That felt good.

Kimberly returned to her packing, managing to get everything she wanted into her suitcases. She placed them next to her bed and laid down in bed, still wearing the same clothes she had worn that day.

Tomorrow was going to be a brand new day, and she had plenty of things to do.

I'll spread my wings & I'll learn how to fly

Though it's not easy to tell you godby

Gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

Out of the darkness & into the sun

But I won't forget the place I come from

I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change

& break away.

Break away.