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

Author's Note: This is not where the Megaforce series starts. If you want to read the series without getting lost, I suggest you read my stories in the order they appear:

No To Date Nights - The Party Night - Project Partners - Megaforce: Lives Behind The Masks - Prom Night - A Trip To Remember - First Meetings - Something She Loves – Protective Morans – Samurai In Harwood County – Rainy Days – Luck Had Nothing To Do With It – Ranger Support – Parents and Children – Hero Without The Spandex – Emma's Night – Emma's Mother – Bait And Switch – After Death – A Stormy Day – A Date For Tensou – A Mother's Advice – Mending Fences – Executioner Named Revenge –Those Three Words – On The Fourth Day – Babysitting – Tiger- A Fresh Start – On the Mountains – Looking Ahead – The Rangers' Recovery – Daughter's Nightmare – Megaforce: With Great Power –Cookies – The Babysitters: Jake and Gia – Better Off With The Burrows

Troy stepped into the dark, alcohol smelling home and his stomach turned. For some reason this worried him more than any of the battles he had faced as a Ranger. Unfortunately, as hard as he tried to convince Rebecca to stay away from her father, Rebecca wouldn't listen. It had been a couple of weeks now since she had last seen him and she insisted on checking up on him. No matter what he had done, Mr. Daniels would always be her father. Rebecca wasn't the type of person to just let go. Troy decided it was better to tag along with her while she was asking him to come with her rather than risk her coming over by herself.

"People don't change overnight," Troy reminded her as she set her bag down in the front hallway and started to look around for her father. "You might not like what you see."

"Jake's mother moved out. Maybe that got him thinking," Rebecca said. "Maybe he's sobering up."

Troy sniffed the air. He could smell nothing but body odor and alcohol. Rebecca either had no sense of smell or she was being blindly optimistic.

Her current situation with the Burrows was for the best, and it was doing wonders for Rebecca's emotional well-being, but everyone could see how much Rebecca wanted to have her own happy family. She wanted to be back with her father. She wanted him to realize how far he had let himself fall. She wanted him to fight for her, and not just against the Burrows, but against himself. She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him.

She wanted her father. As great as Mr. Burrows was, it seemed he couldn't take Mr. Daniels' place for Rebecca like he had done for Troy. It killed the red Ranger to see his little sister finally get her hopes up, only to know they would come crashing down at any moment. There wasn't a chance her father had sobered up yet.

"Becca…"

"He's not downstairs," Rebecca said as she started to climb the stairs. "I'm going to check his room."

"We should go. If he doesn't know you're here… He might snap again. The kids at school only just stopped asking you what the other guy looks like."

"I have to try, Troy. Dad needs someone fighting in his corner. He's got to know that I'll come back if he just pushes himself."

"Rebecca…"

"I changed," Rebecca looked down from the top of the stairs at her brother. "I was lost too. I'm only better now because you never stopped trying to help me. Why can't you give dad that same chance?"

"You weren't like this."

"Oh, really? You don't think, sooner or later, I would have ended up in jail? Or worse? You don't know half the shit I did. The weed I planted on Gia was honestly the most legal thing I was carrying around in those last few months before you found me."

Troy sighed. He couldn't fight his sister. She was stubborn. He was sure that had to be a Daniel's trait and unfortunately he knew it was going to hurt her. He joined her upstairs and then led the way to the master bedroom. He knocked gently but didn't hear a sound. He started to turn around.

"We tried. Maybe he's out."

"His car's in the driveway," Rebecca said. "Dad drives to the corner store. He's home, trust me."

She reached for the doorknob. Troy felt his stomach turn as he watched her open it. This was going to be bad.

"See," she said to him as she pointed inside the room. Her father was passed out on the bed, surrounded by bottles. "I told you he was home."

Troy smelt something foul as soon as the door opened. It was alcohol, but there was something else about it. Something felt really wrong.

The stench didn't seem to bother Rebecca. She walked into the room and over to her father. She put her hand on his arm. Troy felt something kick inside his stomach. There was something really wrong about this.

"Dad? Dad, it's me, Rebecca. I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Troy came with me. We're worried about you. Dad, wake up."

"I don't think he's sobering up, Becca," Troy picked up a bottle of beer from the bed and inspected it sadly. "It's like he's bathing in this stuff now."

"It's like you said. Change doesn't happen overnight," Rebecca shook her head. "Just help me wake him up. Do it gently, though. He's not a morning person."

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon."

"You know what I mean," Rebecca said and gently shook her father again. There was no sign of him being at all close to waking up. Troy started to feel a little sick, and it had nothing to do with the smell that was overwhelming his nose.

Rebecca continued to try, "Come on, dad. Rise and shine. I'm here for a visit. We can talk again."

"Rebecca, I don't think he's going to talk."

"Troy, he hasn't harassed your parents in days. Maybe he's starting to realize what he's done."

"Becca, I think we should go."

"Let me just wake him up," Rebecca tried to shake him again but her father wouldn't wake. "Dad, come on."

"Rebecca, let's go," Troy knew there was something off about this, but he wanted to get Rebecca home before she knew it too. She didn't deserve to find out this way.

"He's not waking up, Troy," she looked up at her brother. "I don't get it. Normally he wakes up by now."

"He must need the sleep. Let's go home."

"No, Troy, this is weird," Rebecca said. She tapped her father's cheek and then tried to open his eyes for him. Nothing would wake her father. "He's not a heavy sleeper. Not like this. Troy, why won't he wake up?"

"We'll go home. I'll have my parents check up on him later. Maybe he'll be awake then."

"I don't want to leave him like this, Troy."

"Rebecca…"

"Dad, come on! Wake up!"

"Rebecca…"

"Please, dad," she put her hands on his chest and really tried to shake him. Her father still wouldn't wake. Troy already knew that he never would. Rebecca seemed to be grasping at that idea slowly. It was killing him to watch.

"Let's get out of here…"

"No!" Rebecca shouted and grabbed her father's undershirt. "Dad, please wake up!"

"I'm just gonna make a call," Troy said as he took out his cell phone. He wanted to leave the room while he called for the ambulance, so that Rebecca wouldn't overhear, but it didn't feel right to leave her alone. He had to make the call in the room, where she could hear him.

"I need an ambulance to 1502 Martin Crescent."

Rebecca looked up at her brother. She let go of her father and walked over to Troy. He put his hand over the receiver.

"They'll take care of him," he promised. She shook her head.

"He's already dead, isn't he?"

Troy sighed and pulled his sister into his arms, "I'm so sorry, Becca."

"What am I going to do?" Rebecca looked up at him. "Seriously, Troy, what am I going to do? If dad's gone…"

"You have a place to go," Troy assured her. "We'll take care of you…"

"NO!" Rebecca screamed suddenly and pushed Troy. "No! I don't want your family!"

"Rebecca…"

"I want my dad!"

"Look at him, Becca," Troy said and pointed to the bed. "I'm really sorry, but…"

"I want my dad!" Rebecca screamed again. "He can't be dead!"

"I don't think there's a chance," Troy shook his head. "Becca, you know you can stay with us. You know you're already family. We've talked about this. No one cares where you came from."

"I want my dad!" Rebecca continued to scream. She picked up one of the beer bottles her father left lying around the room and smashed it. "This isn't fair!"

"I know, Rebecca…"

"You don't know!" Rebecca shouted and shoved her brother. "You don't know and you don't care at all! He was your dad too!"

"I know…"

"No! No, you don't care! You never cared! You never wanted to help him!"

"Please, Rebecca, calm down…"

"No!" she screamed and picked up another bottle to throw it. "No! I'm done! I'm sick of this. You know what the problem is! The problem is you!" she pointed her finger right at her brother. "It's you and that disgusting little happy family you made. It's the reason my parents fought! The reason mom died. The reason I left dad. And it's the reason he drank himself to death! Dad's not the problem here! It's you!"

"You're just angry, Rebecca…"

"No! It's you! Dad was fine before you stepped in. Dad was fine before you wanted to fix me! Now look what you've done."

"Your dad…"

"He was your dad too!" Rebecca screamed and shoved her brother one more time, then stormed off. "I'm getting out of here before I wind up dead too!"

"Rebecca…" Troy caught her arm before she could leave.

"Get off of me!"

"It's going to be okay, Rebecca…"

"You killed both my parents!" she screamed. "They're dead! Gone! I have nothing left! Let me go!"

"Becca… OW!" Troy pulled his hand away after she bit him and she took off. Troy wanted to go after her but he knew he had to wait for the ambulance to explain what had happened to Mr. Daniels. He couldn't go after her and he had no idea where she would go.