The window in my bedroom radiated the light from outside; I lay in bed staring up at my black painted ceiling. My room seemed different from the last time I visited my parents, like in some way shape or form, they cleaned it up. After years at the SPD academy I learned to keep my room clean, or clean enough to be able to see my floor.

My name is Elliott Schuyler Tate, named partially after my father Schuyler Tate. He was the famous Red Ranger after the battle against Grumm. My Mother wasn't as 'well known' she was just the mere Green Ranger; Emely Horowitz. I also have a little brother, his name is Ethan, and he's about 5 and the cutest little guy ever.

After my parents retired and I grew up, I joined SPD hoping to make it as far as a ranger. Hell. I wouldn't care if I was the Pink Ranger, I just wanted to be like my mother; the Green Ranger. Then fate came my way two months ago, I was asked to be the Red Ranger. Yes, Red Ranger. I didn't want to be like my father. He treated me like I wasn't his son, but when I got promoted he was all 'You're my favorite son'. Crap. I seriously think he forced Cruger to make me Red Ranger, because he wanted me to be just like him. The sad fact is I look so much like him, I'm like a mirror. The only thing that makes me me is my hair, I have my mother's black hair. Since my parents also had powers, you should know what that means...I have powers. Actually I have more then one power. I have no idea why though. My powers are Telekinesis and Creating Force-Fields, Just like my parents

Today's April 25th, my birthday, so I came home, just to celebrate my 19th birthday with my family.

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As I came out of my room, in front of me stood my little brother, holding up my father's old SPD morpher

"Stop! You're under SPD arrest!" He yelled holding up the morpher. His 3 ½ foot height made him have to point the morpher almost directly up at my 6 foot height.

"Oh No! Not the SPD Red Ranger, What am I going to do?" I said sarcastically, throwing my arms in the air.

"Yes, it's me SPD Red Ranger, and I'm going to kick your alien heinie!"

"Bring it!" I said as I picked him up off the floor.

"No, put me down, you can't kill the Red Ranger!"

I then Pulled up his shirt and blew a 'raspberry' on his stomach, causing him to have a giggle fit. "Stop it Elli!" he said between a giggle.

I did then put him back on to the hardwood floor. He then went running down stair, I followed him slowly.

"Good morning sun shine" my mother greeted me as I sat down at the kitchen table. "It's nice to see you wake up on time." I knew it was 11 am, but getting the sleep I needed makes a difference.

"I actually woke up an hour earlier than the time I was actually going to get up. You should be proud about that." I said trying to be witty.

"No, I'm just proud you're my son…Mr. Red Ranger" I really didn't want to tell her how cheesy she sounded, but I'm nice, so I just let her pinch my cheeks.

"So mama, what'd get me for my birthday? Anything that goes vroom-vroom starts with C and ends with AR?"

"You're going to have to ask your father about that."

I sighed the usual heavy teenager sigh. "Why." I said with a whiny voice.

"Because I said so, that's why." She took a seat across from me at the kitchen table. "What's with you and your father? You two have been separate from each other, not the Elli and Sky I used to know-"

"Mom, stop calling me Elli."

"I can call you what ever I want. The point is I remember when you two were inseparable."

"When was that? In your dreams?

"Elli, you're so close to being slapped." She sighed "It was when you were little; you probably don't remember it that much." She explained. "But, I do notice something…"

"What?"

"Not only do you look like your father, you also have his attitude."

"Sorry 'bout that?"

"Its okay honey" she got up from the chair. "Now go ask your father about your present." She then came over and patted me on the back.

I slowly got up from my chair and headed towards the living room, unknowing what death will come to me.

"Hey Dad." I greeted him as I leaned on the door frame.

"Hey!" He said getting up from the couch, "Ready for your gift?"

"Not at all." I said, extremely sarcastic…as I rubbed my palms together.

He told me to follow him, which I did, which led us straight towards the garage. Oh let it be a car, please, let it be a car.

He swung the door open.

A motorcycle……sweet a motorcycle! The thought of roarin' down the road in a supped up red Harley is…awesome!

I could feel my self flying through the air, ending up hugging my father. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I repeated over and over again.

"Let me guess…you like it?"

"Hell yeah." I said as I ran over to it. "This is awesome…better than a car"

Wait, am I getting along with my father? Do my eyes and ears deceive me?

"Great, you can drive it to work tomorrow." He said.