Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers.

A/N: I may or may not have losted my memory stick, so my yellow story is on the non-internet computer right now. Instead, I offer another new color story. This one, I promise, will share the plot. Even if this isn't supposed to have plot.

Tommy had almost forgotten how intimidating Zordon could be one on one. Even in this smaller chamber where Zordon had to use a smaller tube, his presence was enough to cow anyone, really. "Tommy," Zordon said, "it is good to see you."

"It's good to see you to," Tommy replied, "what am I doing here?"

"The team needs its Sixth," Zordon said.

"But the green powers are gone," Tommy pointed out.

"That is why we are giving you new powers," Zordon replied. "Tommy you are a man in many ways, and are open to many paths, however, the color that is best for you right now is White."

"White?" Tommy asked, "Me? Zordon, you said that I was shadowed, isn't White a bit too pure for me?"

"No," Zordon replied. "Because White is logic and emotion working together; it is not assigned as a sign of purity of soul. You will do well as the leader of the Power Rangers in White."

"Lead? Zordon, Jason's the leader of the Rangers. I'm not about to take his place," Tommy objected.

"Jason will not always be a Ranger," Zordon replied, "and you are a natural leader. Take this time to learn from Jason about leading. He knows what to do; you have the time to learn."

"But Zordon," Tommy said weakly.

"This is what must be," Zordon told him gently.

Tommy bowed his head under his mentor's gaze, "Yes sir."

"THOMAS GABRIEL OLIVER!"

Tommy ducked behind the consol he'd been leaning against while talking to Aurico. He pressed his back to the machine and prayed that the other Ranger wouldn't give him away. It was just his luck that Delphine had been the one to use that door. He'd meant to get Corcus. He eased down to sit on the floor and drew his knees into his chest, praying that Delphine would see that he was not there and go away. He put his arms on his knees and rested his head on top, wondering how Delphine had learned his middle name anyway.

On the other side of the consol, Aurico was talking to Delphine in Aquitian, so hopefully that would be enough. Something wet, cold and squishy fell on Tommy's neck, with a yelp, he jumped up, trying to grab it. After a few moments of twisting, Tommy found himself looking at Delphine, Aurico and Zordon who all seemed to be amused. "Uh, hi?" Tommy said, pulling his shirt straight and trying no to wince at the cold slime.

Delphine's face was immobile, but her disappointment was plain, "Tommy."

"Yes, Delphine?" Tommy replied, struggling not to laugh, because Delphine, covered in slime and seaweed, was a very amusing image.

"You used to wear green, did you not?" Delphine said finally.

"Yes, Delphine," Tommy replied.

Delphine sighed, "This, as you would say, does mean war."

Tommy didn't like the sound of that, but he lifted his chin, grinned his best challenge grin and replied, "You're on!"

Needless to say, Tommy learned to regret those words, between the various buckets of slime, numerous clothing incidents, and one memorable instance of finding all of his books exchanged for Aquitian ones. Never the less, Tommy hung on, grimly fighting back with the wide variety of items gifted to him by Gedan and Ordan during his time as a green.

It was an impossible task, but Tommy was determined to win; right up until the moment before they went back to retrieve the Zeo Crystal. That was when Delphine had knelt, hugged him and said, "I have heard stories of how annoying a younger brother is, Tommy, but I think that you are the worst."

Tommy grinned, hugged her back, slipped a frog in her uniform's pocket and replied, "Aw, that's just you being nice." Then he teleported out, before Delphine could register the something moving in her pocket.