Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Dino Charge. This story is fan-made.

Mrs. Fisher was waiting just outside a small cafe in Amber Beach. She had plans to have lunch with Kendall on that afternoon and was looking forward to a little time with her daughter. Often, when they met up, Jon and Cammy were also around, and while Mrs. Fisher loved the family get-togethers, she always craved time alone with the people she loved.

Kendall had always been elusive. Mrs. Fisher had been able to have mother and son time with Jeremy, and mother-daughter time with Cammy. However, in the four years Kendall had lived with them, the young woman didn't do much socializing. Mrs. Fisher had to try hard not to take it personally, knowing that some children in foster care took a while to warm up to their new families, especially if they sensed their home was just temporary. Then when Kendall took off for college, she showed no sign of coming home. Fortunately, she did return, and Mrs. Fisher had since been trying to set up a date for them to go out and talk and enjoy each other's company.

Kendall's car pulled into the parking lot. Mrs. Fisher checked her watch and saw her daughter was running a little late. Kendall looked a little frazzled getting out of the car and she assumed she was running behind because something came up at the museum. Her daughter wasn't often late.

"Kendall!" she called her over, waving to grab Kendall's attention. When Kendall spotted her, she made her way over. Mrs. Fisher could see her daughter looked out of breath and would have assumed, had she not seen Kendall get out of the car, that she had run over from the museum.

"Everything okay?" she asked as Kendall walked over.

"Just a busy day," Kendall nodded her head. Mrs. Fisher also nodded, but felt there was something her daughter wasn't telling her. From times where she had dropped Cammy off at the museum, she had caught glimpses of busy days. She had seen Kendall rushing around the cafe or the museum, trying to cater to guests, to staff or to special events. She knew at times the job could be extremely demanding. However, Kendall thrived on work. She had always been most calm while doing her school work and even studied in her downtime before going off to college. Even now, when Kendall stopped by for dinner, she always had her tablet with her and whenever she got the chance, she would get a little work done. It seemed to relax her.

Busy times were stressful still, but oddly enough they seemed to recharge the scientist. So for Kendall to show up, almost huffing and puffing, and claim it was due to the museum being a bit on the chaotic side seemed weird. Still, Mrs. Fisher didn't question it too much, and walked inside the cafe with her daughter. Once they at their table with their menus in hand, Mrs. Fisher looked to Kendall. Her intention was to ask what Kendall thought she might order, but when she noticed what looked like a fresh bruise on her daughter's arm, she couldn't stop herself from asking.

"What's that from?"

Kendall glanced to the bruise quickly then covered it up by pulling her sleeve down. She shrugged, "Lab work, I guess."

"What are you researching now?" Mrs. Fisher asked. She thought it was odd that lab work would leave Kendall with bruising, but she didn't know much about the field of science.

"Migration patterns," Kendall answered.

"Find out anything new?"

Kendall shook her head just as the waiter arrived to take their drink order. Mrs. Fisher ordered them both a glass of wine and asked for bread for the table. When the waiter walked off, she smiled with her daughter.

"Cammy had a wonderful game last night," she said, hoping changing the topic to the little girl would help pull Kendall out of her shell a little bit. "Her coach decided to have her play forward and she scored her first goal!"

A smile lit up Kendall's face, which was exactly what Mrs. Fisher wanted.

"That's amazing!"

"She was so excited," Mrs. Fisher said. "We took her out for ice-cream after the game. Watkins Ice-Cream, actually. And Mr. Watkins said he had a good talk with you."

"Yesterday," Kendall nodded. "I stopped by on Shelby's behalf."

"Shelby is his daughter, right?"

"She wanted to work full time at the museum," Kendall said. "Mr. Watkins was a little too obsessed with having Shelby follow in his footsteps so I had to talk him round a bit."

"That's a lot of work for a waitress," Mrs. Fisher pointed out. "She must show a lot of potential if you'll go out of your way to make sure she can stay on at the museum."

"Potential is a good word," Kendall nodded as the wine and bread were brought to the table. As Kendall reached for her glass, Mrs. Fisher noticed her daughter moving tenderly, as if the slightest misstep would cause her pain.

"How are things going with Chase?" she asked.

"Chase?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Fine," Kendall answered with a little shrug. "We had a video dinner with his mom and sister the other night."

"Video dinner? What's that?"

"We ate dinner, they had lunch and we talked over video chat," Kendall said. "It was actually pretty nice. His mom and sister are really sweet."

"That's great," Mrs. Fisher smiled. "How old is his sister?"

"Chloe's ten. I really think she and Cammy would get along."

"Do they have any plans of coming down to visit? Chase has been away from home for a while, hasn't he?"

"Since Christmas," Kendall nodded. "But I don't think they'll be coming anytime soon. Chase doesn't really want them visiting with all the monster attacks happening in the city."

"What if you both travelled there?" Mrs. Fisher suggested. "Jeremy's company pays for most of his flights, but I think he still knows how to get pretty good deals for recreational travel. I'm sure he could help you get a good price for flights."

"Money's not really an issue," Kendall stated. "It's... time. I can't leave the museum for long and Chase is pretty busy around here."

"Doing what? You can't afford your own boyfriend a bit of time off to see his family?"

"It's... more complicated than that," Kendall answered.

"Complicated how?" Mrs. Fisher asked. Kendall shrugged her shoulders and had a look on her face that told Mrs. Fisher she didn't want to talk about it. As Kendall took another sip of wine, likely using it as an excuse not to answer her mother, Mrs. Fisher couldn't help but notice another bruise, this time on Kendall's collar bone.

"Is everything okay between you and Chase?" she asked.

"Fine, why?"

"It's just... I know you haven't seen some of the healthiest relationships," Mrs. Fisher started and Kendall frowned deeply, clueless to where her mother was headed but certain she was on the wrong path. "But, you know, if something doesn't feel right, or if things aren't going well, Jon and I are always here to listen."

"Bella..."

"I'm serious, Kendall. You deserve the best. And if Chase isn't cutting it for you..."

"Bella, everything between Chase and me is great," Kendall answered, "What would give you the impression that it's not?"

Mrs. Fisher pointed to her chest. Kendall looked down, saw the bruise and again covered it up.

"Work related."

"Kendall, it's not just today. You know, every time I see you, you've got some new bruises or cuts or..."

"I do work every day."

"Yes, I know. It's just... that can't be normal. And today you're out of breathe and..."

"Bella, it's just been a long morning."

"Cammy's been a little strange too, lately. If there's something going on that I need to know about..."

"Strange how?"

"She's got nightmares about something happening to you," Mrs. Fisher explained. "And I've noticed she's got this really strong understanding of first aid."

"She was the only child of a drunk mother," Kendall said. "She's had to learn to lick her own wounds."

"It's not like that," Mrs. Fisher shook her head. "If she falls and scraps her own knee, she's just like any other nine year old. A few tears, a band aid and a little cuddle, and she's fine. As soon as someone else is hurt, she becomes... I don't know, a mini-doctor."

"Okay."

"She really seems to know what she's doing on other people. Like she's used to caring for them."

"Have you ever been around a drunk person?"

"Kendall, this isn't a skill we adopted her with. It's improving, all the time," Mrs. Fisher said. "She's learning it from someone and..."

"You think she's learning it from me? You think she's been taking care of me?"

"You're just... always hurt," Mrs. Fisher said. "And you say it's nothing, or it's from work or something but... It makes me nervous, Kendall."

Kendall sighed, looked down at her bruises and then took a deep breath in. She could feel the tenderness from her battle that morning against Heckyl's latest monster. She knew the pain would go away in time and that she was fine, but since her mother had brought up her concern, she had to look at her injuries from an outsider's perspective. It looked pretty bad.

"Chase has never laid a hand on me," Kendall assured her mother. "I know my parents were in a toxic relationship, Bella, but I still had you and Jon to look up to. Mom and dad are who I don't want to end up like. You and Job are my frame of reference, and trust me; Chase is living up to expectations. Exceeding them, even."

"You're sure?"

"I'd kick his ass if he was doing anything less," Kendall promised. "That is, if there was anything left after Koda got his hands on him."

"Koda does seem like he's really looking out for you," Mrs. Fisher nodded. "So if it isn't Chase, it's really just work?"

"Just work. Just my regular responsibilities," Kendall said.

"For some reason, that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Bella, I promise you, I'm okay. I'm doing well," Kendall smiled and reached across the table, touching her mother's hand. "I'll let you know the minute that changes. I promise."

"Alright. I trust you," Mrs. Fisher smiled and nodded, then called the waiter over so they could place an order. "Let's just get off this topic then and talk about something a little more fun."

"What was Cammy's goal like?" Kendall asked and Mrs. Fisher's face lit up.

"I caught it on video," she said as she pulled out her phone. "You have to see it, Kendall. It was so incredible!"