Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Song of the White Falcon

Summary:
Tommy has been having recurring guilt and nightmares about his time as Rita's evil Green Ranger. Under the spell, he nearly killed the love of his life: Kimberly Ann Hart. He resorted to cutting himself and is on the brink of committing suicide from the guilt. Can Kim and the others help Tommy see that it wasn't his fault, or will the White Lord of the Skies fade away from existence?

Plot:
(Tommy's P.O.V.)

Kim, Trini, Zach, Billy, Jason and I were in the Youth Center watching Bulk and Skull crash into the pillars while trying to copy one of Zach's dances. I, myself, have other talents besides the martial arts: I've been taking college-level classes without my friends knowing, writing songs, and playing musical instruments as well as dabbling into professional gymnastics. Many of my peers have been telling my to try out for the Olympics or America's Got Talent, but I wanted to surprise my friends. After spending so much time with them, I feel comfortable enough to tell them about my other talents. I mean, they shared their secrets with me, so why can't I do the same? Grabbing their attention, I said, "Hey, guys? I want to tell you something. Meet me by the lake in an hour. And I have a surprise for you, Beautiful." All of them looked excited at what I have to tell them so they rushed to the parking lot and drove off. A few minutes later, I was waiting for them by the lake in Angel Grove Park to tell them about the other stuff I'm able to do. Jason and Billy pulled up in their trucks, and ran up to me with everyone else hot on their heels. "So, Handsome," Kim said as they stopped. "what's the surprise?" "I have other talents besides martial arts, you guys. I've been asked to audition for the Olympics in gymnastics and America's Got Talent." I confessed looking them straight in the eyes. Right then and there, they busted out laughing like I had said something funny. "Nice joke, Tommy!" Jason said patting me on the shoulder. I looked at him and retorted, "What in the name of the Northern Lights are you talking about? I promise that what I say is not false.". To prove my point, I pulled out a golden guitar and started playing a song that I heard.

Tommy:

You with the sad eyes

Don't be discouraged, oh I realize

It's hard to take courage

You can lose sight of it all

The darkness inside you 

Can make you feel so small

And I see your true colors shining through

I see your true colors

And that's why I LOVE you, Kim

I paused singing, looking at everyone with an expressionless look.