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

Video chat was better than nothing for keeping in touch with her friends, but it was not the same as having them present. The once aloof scientist now found herself missing the hustle and bustle of having the six Rangers running around her all day, driving her absolutely crazy.

Since the holidays, the Rangers had parted ways. Riley had spent a long time away from his brother and mother and away from his farm. He was needed to help with some of the chores and was more than happy to see his dog Rubik. From their talks, Kendall understood that Riley missed being in the city, where there was a lot more to keep him and his mind engaged. Kendall hoped this meant it wouldn't be long before he returned for a visit.

Tyler and Shelby were spending their time on the road in Tyler's endless search for his father. Their trip had already taken them out of state, and they were enjoying the adventure. However, Tyler was sad to say he had no leads in his father's disappearance. Right now, he was just wandering around, following the journal and hoping for the best.

As for Chase, he was back in New Zealand and really happy to be home with his family. He was spending a bunch of time with his mother and sister. Even better, his sister had forgiven him for taking off so suddenly shortly after their father's passing. Chase was determined more than ever to make up for lost time with her, and so spent most of his waking hours with her.

Admittedly, Kendall missed Chase the most, and not because their busy schedules and the huge time difference made it difficult to reach each other. She missed his company and the support he would lend her. She missed how he always knew how to help her, especially when she didn't know how to help herself. She also missed how he could find the fun in any situation. Without him, working at the museum was getting a bit boring.

But having her friends leave wasn't all bad. Their absence meant the world was safe. Still, Kendall's scans for alien life came up negative, which meant she could take a bit more time in her search for the energems. As well, she could spend a lot more time with Cammy and her parents and she was even in the beginning stages of planning a trip out of state to visit her brother. Her life felt like it was finally coming together, and that was only helped by the fact that Ivan and Koda had stuck around to help her with her work, providing her with friendly faces every day at the museum and people with which she could eat her lunch or spend time with after hours. Kendall had also reached out to a new neighbour: Heckyl. She had opened herself up to making new friends as an effort to show Cammy how the process worked. The little girl struggled in school to make some friends her age, and refused to even try. Kendall was a little reassured after Christmas, when Cammy and Anna had become the best of friends, proving Cammy was capable of fostering those friendships. Still, Cammy needed to make more of an effort. Kendall couldn't ask that of the little girl without doing so herself.

Heckyl was different from the people Kendall was used to spending time with, but she couldn't quite figure out why. He was charming and had a bit of a playful side, but there was also a part of him that seemed a little dangerous.

Kendall was intrigued by him, and anytime her curiosity got involved, Kendall couldn't help but discover more. Sometimes it led to amazing findings; other times she found herself travelling down the wrong path. She wasn't sure where Heckyl would take her, if she was honest, but making friends involved a certain level of risk.

"You have an amazing voice," Heckyl complimented her as they drove home from their night out. He had invited her to join him at the pub where he would often go to sing. Kendall had agreed to the night on the condition that she didn't have to get up on stage and make a fool of herself. Yet, somehow, she found herself letting her guard down, and when Heckyl asked her if she wanted to sing a duet with him, she agreed. A little part of her regretted getting so comfortable in front of him and in front of so many people, but she was still happy she had let loose a little. She had a good time.

"Thanks."

"You sing much?" he asked her. Kendall shook her head.

"Sometimes in the car. That's about it."

"Not in the shower?"

"Not really."

"Well, you should sing more often. You've got the voice," he said and turned left instead of right. Kendall frowned. She knew he was new to town, but they weren't too far from their building, he should have recognized the neighbourhood. Worry set in, as she started to realize she was still just getting to know Heckyl. There was no telling who he really was, and if he was worth having her trust.

"You uh..."

"Believe it or not, I've found a short cut," he told her, as though he knew right away she would question his odd turn. "It seems odd, but trust me."

Kendall nodded her head and let out a deep breath. She had to calm herself down. People weren't all bad. She had learned to trust the Rangers. She could learn to trust Heckyl.

-Dino-Charge-

At school the following morning, Cammy could feel her hands shaking. She tried to hide it from Mrs. Patterson and the rest of the class, but she was already certain they had noticed. Still, she reached into her bag, taking out the envelopes. Her mother had insisted she hand them out to her whole class, even though Cammy didn't want to. Still, in the short time since she had been adopted by the Fishers, Cammy had learned not to disobey Bella.

While the other students grabbed their books from their bags and walked into class, Cammy stood out in the hallway. She was scared, admittedly so, that these envelopes would encourage the other students in class to tease her. She was scared they would be mean and laugh at her attempt to invite them to the Dino Museum. She was certain they would laugh at the fact that for her ninth birthday, she wanted to have a party with dinosaur bones and fossils instead of with princesses and a fairy tales theme.

"Camille, are you ready?" Mrs. Patterson asked while standing by the door. Cammy pulled the envelopes out and nodded her head. Mrs. Patterson noticed what Cammy had a smiled. "Are those invitations for your birthday?"

There was poster in the class with all of the students' birthdays on it. Throughout the year, when one of her classmates had a birthday coming up, Mrs. Patterson would always ask them about it. She asked questions about what they had planned, what they were going to eat and do and what presents the birthday student was expecting from their friends and family. All the other students loved the attention. Cammy had been dreading it.

The fact was, she had no idea how to answer any of those questions. When she had been living with her mother, she got pancakes for breakfast, but that was about it. She would then be rushed in to school, her classmates would sing her happy birthday, and then that was it. By the time Cammy got home, her mother was often drunk. If there was a present, it was usually something cheap her mother had picked up at the dollar store because god-forbid she spend all her drinking money on a toy or game for her daughter.

So birthdays weren't a big deal to Cammy. At least, they hadn't been until this year. Her parents were excited to celebrate with her. They had plans to take her out to dinner and they had been asking her all month if there was anything she wanted for her birthday. Mr. Fisher had even offered to make Cammy a special birthday breakfast. Cammy requested waffles.

Cammy was thrilled to finally have a family on her birthday. She was excited to have a day with them where she got to do all the things she loved.

However, the party portion of her birthday scared her. She didn't know what the other kids would say or do, or if they even wanted to come to her party. If they did come, Cammy didn't know what a normal birthday party looked like. What if the other kids didn't have fun, or she had the wrong food served to them. What if they were all expecting vanilla cake and she had chocolate? Cammy had never thrown a birthday party before, nor had she ever attended one. She had been invited. But her mother was always too drunk to drive her over, and Cammy missed out.

This was too much pressure, but her parents insisted it would be fine. Bella had handed Cammy the invitations and told her to hand them out that day. It would give her classmates' parents enough time to RSVP.

"Camille, are those invitations?" Mrs. Patterson asked again. Cammy looked up, nodding her head worriedly. Mrs. Patterson smiled, "That's purr-fect! I'm sure the whole class will be excited to come to your party. Why don't we hand them out?"

Cammy gulped as Mrs. Patterson walked inside the class and clapped three times to catch her student's attention. After they clapped in return to show they were listening, the room fell silent. Mrs. Patterson gesture to Cammy, who was inside the class but standing near the door, invitations held tightly in her hands.

"Alright, friends, today Camille's got something very special for you all. As soon as she hands them out to you, I'd like you to put it in your homework books to take it home so that your parents can see it. Camille, would you like to tell your friends what you've got in your hand?"

Cammy gulped, "I'm having a party," she whispered. Mrs. Patterson shook her head.

"Louder, Camille. So everyone can hear you."

"I'm having a party," Cammy spoke and instantly looked around the room for the reactions of the others.

"Camille is having a claw-some birthday party," Mrs. Patterson continued, seeing Cammy was a little nervous. "And by the looks of it, everyone is invited. When Camille hands out the invitations, you'll put them in your homework books, that way, your parents know when and where the party is taking place. Camille, where is your birthday party going to be?"

"At the museum," Cammy muttered. Some of the boys seemed a little excited by this, which cheered her up a little bit, but then Cammy heard some chuckling and turned to the table where a couple girls were sitting.

"The museum, that's meow-nificient!" Mrs. Patterson smiled, shooting a sharp look at the girls who were laughing. "Jackie, Kimmy, won't that be fun? There's a lot to do at the museum."

"Museums are boring," Jackie shook her head and suddenly more girls started to laugh.

"Oh, friends, museums are not boring," Mrs. Patterson frowned. "Museums are..."

"Lame-o!" Kimmy called out, bringing the entire class, even the boys who had originally been excited by the idea of a party at the museum, to laugh.

"Camille's sister owns the museum. I'm sure she'll find a way to make it very fun for all of Camille's friends," Mrs. Patterson insisted.

"I'm not Camille's friend," Jackie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest and a few of her friends followed her lead. Mrs. Patterson was about to scold those girls and the class and begin to speak to them about respect and care when she noticed Cammy darting out of the room. She gasped.

"Camille, wait!" she ran to the door, then found herself conflicted. She very well couldn't leave an entire class of students unattended. Yet allowing Cammy to run off was also very irresponsible. As quickly as she could, she got on the phone, calling down to the office for help. When she received confirmation that the principal was on the lookout for Cammy, Mrs. Patterson turned to her class. There was a very serious look on her face, one the students had never seen before.

"My friends, I am very disappointed with what I've just seen," she said softly, but her voice was chilling. All the students who had been laughing were suddenly very silent and sinking into their chairs.