Deesclaimer: Yeah, I don't own PR. I've no clue why I have to put this, as it's fairly obvious. But, all the characters not from PR, is mine, I suppose. Oh yar, this fic's mostly about Tim Oliver, Tommy's cousin.

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Chapter 1: A Drago Discovery

It was a chance he wasn't going to get again any time soon. This was his chance to make up for whatever he had done to upset Rebecca. In truth, he still didn't know what it was that had made her so angry, but she had a way of making you feel bad for something you didn't even do. "Oliver, if you don't let me pass you I swear I'll--"

"Are you kidding?! I thought you were smart! If I let you pass, these guys'll eat you for lunch!" Tim yelled at her. Geez, what possessed me to try and talk to her?! All I accomplished was sending her down this alley. And NOW she wants me to let her go so she can get her butt handed to her by these guys...If that's not ALL they wanta do...

"So, I can't take care of myself now?" She demanded violently. Tim rolled his eyes. "Oh don't give me that look, Tim!"

"Shut up! Here they come..." Two men dressed in gray sweatsuits, their hoods up stood between Tim, Rebecca and the other way out. Turning back was an option, but they'd chase them. And running would just get him tired out. " 'Becca...I want you to get outta here..."

"Why should I?! I'll help you with these guys. I'm not defenseless, ya know." Tim gritted his teeth. The day had started out as any normal day for Tim Oliver. He had gone to school, breezed through his classes, and goofed off at lunch. After school was over, he traveled of to talk to Rebecca who was giving him the silent treatment. She had been angry at him for over a week, and he hadn't a clue what he had done. That was how they got into the alley, where the muggers were wating. Such things weren't unheard of in Angel Grove, just fairly rare. Which leads back to where the two were now.

"Just be quiet and stay back!" Tim told her, running at the two men slowly coming at them. One reached into his pocket, but Tim couldn't let him get there. It was either a knife or a gun, neither of which would be too helpful to him. He jumped into the air, and sent a kick at the attacker's arm. He fell to the ground, and a knife fell out of his pocket. As he landed, Tim picked it up and turned to the other mugger. This close, Tim noticed how odd his face looked. It was gray and wrinkly. "What in the--" But, the mans fist slammed into his stomach, and sent him stumbling back.

The other pulled his arms behind his back, holding him in place. The man that had hit him walked toward him, cracking his knuckles. Tim struggled, but whoever was holding him was too strong. Before the man got to him, though, a pink bookbag slammed into his face, and he fell. "Dude! 'Becca, I didn't know you could throw like that!" Since the mad had been surprised, his hold loosened, and Tim broke free. He got to his feet, and kicked the man on the side of the head. Both were out cold.

'Becca went to pick up her bookbag and join Tim, when a newcomer grabbed her by the hair. "Rebecca!" He ran toward her, but three more men held him back. He struggled against them, but they were too strong. "Let her go!!"

There was a bright golden light around the man holding Rebecca, and when it faded, the only thing there...was a monster, clad in all gold, with blue wings, and a monkey like face. "What the Hell are you?! What do you want with Rebecca?!" Tim demanded.

"I don't want anything with her, boy! What I want is Tommy Oliver!"

Tim scowled at him. "Well, sorry to tell you, you gold plated freak, but Tommy doesn't live here anymore! So how 'bout you let her go, and--"

"I don't care if he lives here or not! Bring him to me at dawn at the docks," The gold wearing monkey-thing told him.

"You moron! I can't get him by tonight!" Tim struggled harder, but the two holding him now were too strong. "Agh! LET HER GO!!"

"I'll let her go when I see Oliver," The creature explained. Then, in a flash of light, the monster was gone, and were his attackers. He fell onto the ground in a heap.

Tim sat up, and ran his fingers through his hair. He was at a loss. There was nothing he could do. Even if he called Tommy... he wouldn't be able to get to Angel Grove as soon as that thing wanted. Why does he want Tommy anyway...? Tim stood up, and walked over to get his bag.

He also picked up Rebecca's and started off to his house. When he got home, he threw both bookbags onto the floor and laid down, staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't know what that monster would do to 'Becca if Tommy didn't show up...but, he also couldn't get Tommy there. "DAMMIT!" He roared, slamming his fist into the wall, resulting immense pain shooting down his arm. Furious, Tim wandered around the house, clearing his thoughts.

He eventually found himself in the attic, burying through a chest Tommy had given him. There were a few things of interest, but as it was, he didnt' really care. Before he piled everything back in, he noticed the bottom had a handle on it. Curious, he lifted it, and saw a box underneath. He pulled it out, and opened it to see a letter, sitting a top a pile of tissue paper.

Tim,

If you are reading this, I assume you're old enough to figure out that the chest's bottom is false. If you're not…then we're not in a good situation. Anyway, I doubt that'll be the case. Just, after you look in the package, call me. I think it's about time we talked…

Tommy

He threw the paper to the ground, and ripped out the tissue paper. In it was a buckle-like object, with a golden coin in the center. Around the coin in a red border, written in white was the text "Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers". Tim stared at it blankly. "Duuuude..." Finally tearing himself away, he bound for the phone, and dialed in Tommy's number.

"Hello? Tom--"

"Yeah, yeah, great, Tommy. Tell me. Is this thing real?" Tim asked, clutching the metal.

"What're you talking about...? Who is this?" Tommy asked confusedly.

"It's Tim. I'm calling about the Power Rangers thing," Tim explained, in a hurry. "I really need to know how to work this…"

"Ah, so you found it. I figured you would, eventually. Why do you need to know how to use it?" Tommy asked. Oh, sure, he had intended for Tim to continue the Power Rangers legacy if the need had ever arisen, but could it have been taking place at the same time Mesagog was trying to send the world back to the dino-era? That could lead for some power clashes. "Tim?"

Tim sighed, and told Tommy all about the events of the day. "So I need to know how to use this so I can help her... Since you can't get here in time."

"Alright, all you have to do is hold your Morpher in the air and call out "Morphin' Time! Dragonzord! Be careful, Tim… Goldar is tough, I don't want you getting hurt or anything," Tommy warned.

"Don't worry, Tommy. The only one getting hurt today is him." Tim hung up the phone, and ran out to his bike. He rode as fast as he could, riding against the sun. It would be dusk soon, and he wasn't sure how much this Goldar person believed in punctuality. It didn't matter, because he found the creature there, tying Rebecca to a pole. She was out cold. "Put 'er down, goldenrod!" The monkey-faced monster turned around and growled.

"Where is Tommy?!" Goldar demanded of Tim.

"Like I said, he couldn't make it," Tim explained. "Now, before you go and kill her, tell me something. Why do you want him so bad?" Goldar laughed, and ignored Tim, and finished tying Rebecca. Once he was finished, he turned back to Tim.

"Our plans are not for you. And I see that it's dusk…say goodbye to the girl!" Goldar took out his sword, and raised it.

"No! You wanna take someone for Tommy not being here? Take me. I'm closer to Tommy than her. If I die, then that'll lure him here, won't it?" Tim smirked as Goldar lowered his sword. The monster pondered, and began to walk over to him slowly. "Oh. Did I forget to mention I'd be putting up a fight?" Tim pulled out his morpher. "Morphin' Time! Dragonzord!" In a flash of green light, Tim had transformed into a Power Ranger for the first time. Dude…this is amazing. I feel twice as strong as I did before…hacha! This nut stands no chance! Tim pulled a dagger from a holster hanging from his belt. He looked up at Goldar's weapon and mumbled. "You aren't killing anyone tonight, bub!" Tim yelled, and ran at his opponent.

Goldar raised his sword calmly, and the two weapons clashed against one another. "Pathetic!" He growled, and pushed Tim away. But he wasn't discouraged yet. He charged again, but this time, he ducked under the sword, and slashed at Goldar's waist. He roared, and stumbled backwards. It was Goldar's turn to take the offensive. He swung his sword at the Ranger, but he swung his dagger against the sword. Their weapons clashed numerous times, leading them on a deadly dance across the docks. Panting, Goldar broke off the assault.

"Haha, give up, baboon-breath?!" Tim called, tired himself, but not ready to show it. Goldar laughed.

"Call it a tactical retreat!" Goldar answered, putting away his weapon.

"I'm not about to let you go, Goldar," Tim answered, not putting his weapon down. But before he could attack, yellow laser beams came from Goldar's fingers, and s snapped the weighted rope Rebecca was tied to. "NO!!" Deciding it was best to save his friend, he ran toward the water, and dived in. He swam as fast as he could, and when he caught her, fumbled with his dagger to free her. He swam with all his might back to the surface, and to a ladder.

After a few minutes of lying on the dry ground, Rebecca awoke. Her vision was blurry, but it was clear the person standing over her was dressed in all green. With…a helmet? "Who…are you…?" She asked, coughing up some water afterwards.

"Just the guy who saved your life, fair citizen! Now…do you think you can make it home?" Tim asked her, not sure if he wanted her to go by herself. But, she sat up and she suddenly saw that look in here eye. That determined stare.

"Oh, I can get home all right." She got to her feet with no help from the Ranger, and started to walk off, leaving Tim standing there. Then, she turned around, and was blushing-blushing!-and soon he knew why, she was just about to say something very un-Rebecca-like, "Thank you…for saving my life….Dragon Ranger."

Tim blinked behind his visor. Dragon Ranger, eh? That has a better ring to it than Green Ranger. He turned around and looked out to the water. A new chapter of his life had just opened up, but how would he face the oncoming storm?