Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Power Rangers (2017)
Character/Pairing: Trini/Kim
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:
slashthedrabble 457: BouquetWarning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 6 August 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
“I know it’s silly,” she says, almost crushing the bouquet in her nervous hands, “but I know how much you like sunflowers, and I stopped to pick you one, and one kind of grew into a bunch, and -- “ Trini stops, her head still lowered, realizing she’s beginning to babble.
She hears the warmth of Kim’s smile in her voice. “They’re beautiful. Now stop killing my flowers, put them in some water, and come here.”
Trini dares to lift her eyes to her girlfriend’s face and is instantly rewarded with her beautiful, reassuring smile. A smile slowly starts spreading over her own face in answer. She looks around the room, but there are no vases. Despite Kimberly once being the most popular girl in school, she, the guys, and Kim’s family are the only ones who have bothered to visit her since she’s been in the hospital, a result from an unexpected beatdown from an alien rather than a nasty fall in the cliffs as everybody else thinks.
Grabbing one of the plastic cups the hospital has provided, Trini goes to the bathroom, fills the cup with water, and puts the flowers in it. She has to squish them again to make them all fit, but Kim’s still smiling when she returns. Trini grins. As long as Kimberly’s smiling, everything is fine -- even if nothing, at times, appears to be so.
“Thank you,” Kim murmurs as Trini sits the flowers on the dresser next to her bed. She’s had expensive bouquets from all sorts of guys over the years, and this isn’t the first time somebody has picked her flowers. She even had a guy buy her a corsage one time. It hadn’t been for the prom or any other dance; her wouldbe date had just been that old-fashioned.
But all those guys, and their choices of flowers, are behind her now. She doesn’t want any of them. She reaches out, grabs the hand of the one person she does want, and brings her closer.
“How are you feeling?” Trini asks softly, her gaze searching her body for signs.
Kimberly won’t lie to her. She won’t tell her she’s fine and leave it at that, as she has with everybody else who’s asked. “I’m so ready to be out of here!” She rolls her eyes but then grins again. “But I’m better now,” she adds, rubbing her thumb across Trini’s hand.
The End
