What seems to have been a very long time ago, ChesireGrinn and I, LilMissFerret, came up with this dysfunctional, crazed idea. We love Power Rangers, with all of the cheesy, nonsensical bits, and the sometimes dark and tragic aspects. This is all of that, an amalgamation of all of the best parts, and mixed in I hope you find the heart and the maturity that the stories can sometimes lack. So come, laugh, cry, fight with us, its going to be a wild ride.

We'd also like to give a special thanks to our friend and Beta. Even though she has no love for the franchise, she has read through hundreds of pages of material, and continues to give us her unconditional support.


Pilot

"Ah, such lovely climate here."

The man stretched his hands over his head, sighing dreamily as he closed his baby blue eyes. It was a nice day, warm with a steady, cooling breeze, keeping everything the perfect temperature.

His companions didn't share his enthusiasm.

"So we traveled for two years just to settle where we started?" The first woman asked, throwing a box at his feet. She had dark, cropped hair, and she braced a hand on her hip, thoroughly unimpressed. He spun, grinning ear-to-ear, "But this is where it started! It's poetic, don't you think?"

"And it wasn't a total loss," Her friend said, pulling her chocolate hair over her shoulder. "We got to travel the world, and we got some priceless training."

"We are not unloading your U-Haul, either," The first continued, mostly ignoring her friend. "You've got enough stuff to outfit the Army. It'd take all night."

"But you're my favorite ladies!" He crooned, kneeling to kiss the second's knuckles. She rolled her eyes, but didn't move as he blathered on, "Analise, my love, the angel of my conscience! You keep me on the straight and narrow, make my life worth living."

"And Dinah, my strength, my warrior queen," He declared, only to have the woman promptly place a foot on his wrist, pinning it, and his upper body, to the deck. She eyed him smugly, "We. Are not. Unloading. The truck."

He pouted pitifully at Analise, who smiled back sweetly with a giggle, "You heard her."

"So mean," He frowned, and Dinah released his wrist, "Antonius Demetrius Shaw, don't you even."

"Oooh, full name," Analise snickered, standing to follow her friend, wiggling her fingers at Shaw, "Have fun with your truck."

~Ͻ Ϲ~

"They're nice buildings," Analise commented, snarling her nose up a moment later as she drug her finger through a thick film of dust on the mantel piece, "though they could use a deep clean and a coat of paint."

"Who knows how long they've been here, sitting empty," Dinah said, looking out the window.

The property was a good six acres, with a large house at the center and a house at each of the four corners. The main house had a massive basement, while the main floor had a huge living room and fully-outfitted, modern kitchen, along with a couple bathrooms. The second floor had four different rooms that would soon be fitted for training, and the upper most floor would be Shaw's extravagant bedroom.

Each of the smaller houses had a bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room and kitchen. While the big house had been basically outfitted with furniture, the smaller buildings contained only the necessities.

After flipping the light on and off, and testing the tap in the kitchen as well, Dinah made a noise of interest, "Electricity and water works. There's that."

"There is that," Analise murmured, poking her head in a bedroom. They were empty but roomy, with a decent closet and plain white walls. She huffed, "We're gonna have to go get paint. These places need some color."

Dinah appeared in the other side of the doorway, snarling her nose, "Uh, definitely. So bland."

"But they are nice little houses," The brunette said, both of the heading to investigate the bathroom. No sooner than Analise turned on the light did Dinah groaned dramatically, "Claw-foot tub. Yes."

Analise rolled her eyes in amusement, heading back to the living room as her friend followed. They took a seat on the wrap-around porch, looking out over the rest of the grounds; the grass was in need of being mowed, but it was peaceful, the tall stalks swaying in the slow wind.

"This is going to be a god-awful mess, isn't it?" Dinah sighed tiredly, swiping a hand over her face. Analise shrugged, chuckling, "Probably, but at least it'll be interesting."

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the weather. As the sun began to slip lower in the sky, Analise stood, "Let's go get some dinner. I'm sure come tomorrow, we'll be so busy we won't know what to do."

"What joy," Dinah deadpanned, and they headed off towards Ana's car.

~Ͻ Ϲ~

Sleeping in a nest of random pillows, blankets, and cushions was easier than splitting up to go to their own houses, and that's where they were when Shaw entered, whistling a jaunty tune.

"Up an at 'em, lovely ladies," Shaw sang, and was answered by an incoherent mumble and an irritated groan. He sighed dramatically, dropping into a chair that he'd dragged from his truck the night before, "Come on now, girls, get up. Things to do."

"Go awaaaaay," Analise groaned, and Shaw wasn't quick enough to avoid the sock Dinah lobbed at his head. It bounced off his forehead, and he frowned, "Very mature."

"We just got here," Analise whined pitifully, popping up from the blankets, her hair knotted and tangled and frizzy. "Can't we have a day or two to rest?"

"Evil waits on no one," Shaw replied primly, sipping on his fancy coffee. Dinah growled, and though he couldn't determine where her form was in the mass of blankets, he could very plainly hear her grumbling, "You pretentious, pompous ass. I am not getting up before noon."

"But there are things to do!" Shaw shouted dramatically, flailing a bit. Suddenly, he placed his coffee down. Analise watched with tired confusion as he stalked closer, and bent at the waist, getting a secure grip on the blanket. He yanked it, revealing Dinah, who then promptly rolled to her back, bracing her hands on the ground above her shoulders, and launched herself to her feet.

Shaw stumbled back with a small noise of surprise, and possibly fear, as Dinah stalked toward him, eyes narrowed. She grabbed the blanket, tossing it over his head, and swiped his feet from under him. He fell back gracelessly into the chair, and she quickly rounded it, tying the ends of the blanket to the chair, trapping him.

"Since we were so rudely awoken..." Dinah declared, easily slipping his wallet from his back pocket, and withdrew a credit card. She held it between two fingers, waving it under his nose with a grin, "I do believe I'd like to go shopping, and I can assure you, I will spend so much your wallet will cry."

Tears gathered in his eyes, and Dinah smirked, "Now don't you wish you'd just left me in Tibet?"

"I'm starting to," he whined, and Analise smothered a laugh behind her hand, shaking her head as she followed her friend from the room.

o.O.o

Analise scowled at the shelves of the local grocery store. "Why can't they get the right kind of juice?"

Rolling her eyes, Dinah pushed the shopping cart around her friend, "Just get another brand. There's only three different ones to choose from."

The other girl pouted, "But I only like Juicy Juice. And only like three flavors of that."

"You're pathetic." The taller woman proceeded on, heading for the shelf packed with snack cakes and cookies. "But of course they don't have my animal crackers, either."

Analise laughed, dumping her juice choice into the basket, and grabbing a few snacks as well. "Should we be responsible and get some actual food, too? Everything in here so far is junk."

"Ramen noodles aren't junk food," Dinah reminded her, gesturing to the bright colored bag.

"Fine," she sighed, still grinning. "How about some adult food, then."

The two women picked their way through the aisles, dodging a giant stack of dog food and several of Angel Grove's older citizens in the process. Dinah was true to her word; their cart filled up quite quickly, and with every turn they were adding to it.

Time flew by them as they debated what kinds of things they needed, and made sure they had all of the basics on top of everything else. "Did we miss the cereal somewhere?" Ana asked, scanning the store. "I wanted to get some oatmeal…"

"It was back that way, I think," Dinah told her, nodding in the right direction. "It was with all of the cleaning supplies."

Without question, Analise headed to the left, squinting at the signs hanging above the aisles. Then a tiny child ran straight into her, quickly darting behind her and peeking out from around her legs.

The little boy, no older than six, giggled mischievously, obviously thinking he had found a perfect hiding place. Another boy came chasing down the same aisle soon after, looking around in every direction. The two could have been twins, except that the second boy was a few years older. They had the same dark eyes and matching striped hair, although in varying shades of blond.

"Auri!" the older boy called out. "I'm going to get you!"

Analise wasn't quite sure what to do with some stranger's child plastered to her. She shot a look at Dinah, but her friend merely shrugged, amusement lighting up her eyes as she stood, several feet away, watching the chaos ensue.

Just as she was about to blow the boy's cover, a very frantic looking woman came charging in their direction, a very pretty girl at her side. "Aristos!" she chided, grabbing the older boy by the hand and pulling him to her side. "What have I told you about running off without me? And where is your brother?"

The older boy lowered his head, his lighter hair blending in with the perfect streaks running through the long strands. "We were just playing hide-and-seek, Mommy," he answered her quietly.

Behind Analise, the younger boy was trying to make himself smaller, his small hands fisted in the material of her jeans.

Their mother stood suddenly, as if she had just realized she was being watched. She tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, looking far wearier than she should. "Angeni, take your brother and go get the cart, okay?" she told the girl.

Angeni nodded, taking her brother's hand and pulling him towards the way they had come. Her own streaked hair swayed back and forth as she scurried away from them.

The woman approached them then. "Have you seen a little boy?" she asked. "He's five, about this tall. He ran off a few minutes ago and I don't know where he went..."

Quick to cut her off before she was overcome with panic, Analise interrupted, "Actually, he kinda found us." She pointed to her little tag along, who peered up at the two of them, wearing what must have been his best puppy-dog face.

It certainly softened her heart, but his mother must have been used to it by this point. She gently pulled the boy to her, "Aurelius, don't you ever do that again. Do you hear me?"

The boy nodded, wrapping his arms around her. "Sorry, Mommy."

The woman hugged him back before hoisting him up in the air and shifting him to her hip, bunching up her pale yellow shirt. "It's okay, baby," she told him, kissing his forehead lightly. "I'm so sorry about that. Boys. My goodness they get into everything. I took my eyes off of them for three seconds and they were gone!"

Analise laughed, "It's no problem. We're happy to help."

The shopping cart squeaked as Dinah finally joined her, greeting the woman as she did so. "It was fun to watch, at least."

The older woman smiled, "Are you girls new in town?"

"Kind of," Analise started just as Dinah said, "Just moved back."

"Well, I'm Ashley Hammond. If you need anything I'm usually about. When I'm not wrangling these little monsters, of course," she told them, ticking the boy's leg and making him giggle.

"Dinah Wilde and Analise Rivers," Dinah introduced for them.

With a sharp squeak, and a squeal, Ashley's other two children made their reappearance, almost losing their shopping cart as they made too sharp of a turn. "And that's my signal to leave. Nice to meet you two."

They returned the sentiment, watching as the little family was directed towards the registers at the front. "Was that-" Analise whispered quietly to her friend, quickly cut off by her, "That was the yellow Space Ranger!"

"Oh my gosh. This place is just crawling with them, isn't it?" she laughed, hardly believing what had just happened.

"Tony is going to be so jealous," Dinah replied smugly. "Now go get your oatmeal so we can get the hell out of here."

Without further delay, Ana darted off to finish her shopping, unable to keep an excited grin off her face. Maybe coming back here hadn't been such a terrible idea after all.