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taking time to think;

Kimberly walked around the padded floor and tried to clear her mind. She let out a deep breath and raised her hands dramatically. With one more deep breath she sent her herself flying across the gym floor in a series of back flips that ended with her on her feet.

Gymnastics had always helped Kimberly get to a better place back home. And it would surely work here as well. She repeated the act of back flips but this time added a spin before the last one. There was nothing like tumbling through the air. It was a rush, a full on thrill that nothing compared. Except for maybe the whole ranger thing.

As she again did her back flips, spins, and added kart-wheels and it almost felt like home. Like she was back in Ernie's juice bar practicing along with Jason, Trini, Zach, Billy and Tommy. But she knew she wasn't.

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"Oh yeah?" Kimberly said giving a gracefully twirl as if to brag. "Well, I've got to keep fit somehow." And working her way through flips, cart-wheels and back flips would definitely keep her stretchy.

"Besides it's not like I'm going to get a call from Zordon anytime soon." She shook her head a little as walked over to Billy. "I figured that if I'm going to have the down time might as well keep all my muscle active just in case." She gave a smile laugh as she looked down and then back up at Billy.

Kimberly never had to worry about that. She was always fit.

He smiled as she landed, straightening up and overlooking the gym equipment. "They've put me through a number of training programs here. Martial arts, weights, running through sand for endurance...

Billy winced. He hated that one, but he knew how important it was to be as fast as possible on the battlefield. "I've practiced in a gym like this too, but I'm not near your level---something would be wrong if I was. The room will spot you if you want to test dangerous new techniques," he grinned, remembering the fun memories of a tentacle catching his ankle before he could hurt himself.

One of the tentacles shot down when he asked it to, curling around his wrist in greeting. "Hey!"

"I just wanted to run one of my old tricks" she said looking around. This place. This ship was a mix of meat and metal, of life and artificial life. It was strange that all this could sense, control, change and even capture whatever it wanted too within itself.

"I walked in and this is what it gave me." She lifted her arms up and looked around.

"And it was a great trick," Billy assured her. "You'll be fine when we're called to fight. You have all of us backing you up."

He studied the gym once more, debating whether to join in. Well...he could train. It definitely didn't hurt to train. With a thought, he transformed the plantsuit-and-apron he usually wore to work into his usual exercise clothes, a sleeveless shirt and comfortable shorts. It was only an illusion while they were here, of course, but it would help him concentrate.

"Do you mind if I join in for a while?"

"I don't know, Billy." Kimberly put on a very serious face and shook her head with her ponytail waging behind her. "I mean I was totally looking forward to some me time" Midway through her sentence she started to laugh. Kimberly couldn't even pretend not to want Billy there.

"Of course you can."

Billy faltered for a moment. The need for time alone was very understandable, and he was fully prepared to leave when she started laughing---and as it was rather infectious, he did too.

"Thanks," he grinned, conjuring up a treadmill on the spot to get warmed up. He'd work up from a jog to a run, then start stretches and twists. There was so much he'd practiced, he couldn't wait to show her! A year of training had, he hoped, done some good.

"The Sensorium actually makes passable smoothies," he suggested, "if you wanted to grab one when we're done. The first one got all over my face, though."

It was starting to feel like home more and more. With Billy at her side and the promise of a smoothie? This was definitely making her feel better already.

"That sounds like a great idea." Kimberly said with a smile and put her hands on her hip. "Now. Are you gonna show me what you've got?" She had a little tone of competitiveness in her voice.

"Absolutely," he promised, hopping down and running a last-second muscle check in his mind. Everything appeared to be in order, he just needed to get himself started.

Billy's mind jumped to a routine similar to what he'd done for Daja many months ago. With the image in mind, he was off. Starting at a run, he leapt into a handspring, then two, then three, then a final mighty leap. It was just like fighting Putties, he thought, tucking his arms in and twisting through the air.

A second later, he landed and thrust his arms out, less out of breath than he would have been before. The year's training and bodybuilding had definitely helped. "That's just where I start. I've been trying to focus on precise movements, since a lot of our battles are in crowded conditions."

"Billy!" Kimberly clapped her hand together and lifted up one of her legs in excitement. "Oh my gosh, that was amazing." And knowing that she had once trained him in the basics made her almost start crying.

"I can't believe this is the same Billy that didn't even know how to dance!" To her that was just the other day.

She walked over to him and leaned in for a hung. "Okay. Precise movements, right?" Kimberly said cracking her knuckles. "Now that's a little tricky. But like almost everything it takes a lot of focus and a lot of practice."

"Hey, it's been over two years since then," Billy laughed with just a twinge of shame, remembering exactly how far he'd had to go back then. "Diligence paid off eventually."

He gave her a warm hug, pleased and grateful that she'd set him on this path all that time ago. And now he'd be moving even further forward.

"I'm listening. And thinking. So...I'll concentrate, and not speed over the details."

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