A/N:This fic is dedicated to a wonderful family (although they will never read it) and my more than persistent reviwers/readers. Thankyou.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Power Rangers In Space or any other season of Power Rangers.
Her life had been ruined the moment that her family had disowned her and the rest of the Rangers had looked upon her with undisguised scorn.
All except one.
The Silver Ranger was her special friend.
One might have thought that, once upon a time, Ashley had been just that.
But a lot of things had changed since then.
What had she done to deserve their hatred?
The only friend she had was Zhane.
And he was dead. Because of her.
"Help!"
She'd screamed for help once she'd woken up and discovered her dead lover, friend and confident lying (ironically) dead still on the floor next to her bed, vigilant in his watch until the end.
No one had come.
Her life was dead.
Zhane had taken his own life, she knew that much. The bloodstained sabre with his fingerprints pressed harshly into the hilt proved her thoughts.
But the other Rangers hadn't thought to check for prints.
They'd just assumed.
So that was why she was here now.
She taken her own life with that same sabre.
Now she stood, bedecked in white, hand firmly attached to that of Zhane's.
She smiled.
It was time to move on.