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

Jordan delayed it for as long as he could, but it was the last day of summer, which meant his last night in Harwood County. One of Noah's experiments was to create a chip to help Robo-Knight. It went a little out of control on Jordan, and sent him to the hospital with a minor brain injury and some amnesia, his parents freaked out a little bit over the dangers of living in a city under constant attack by monster. They packed up and moved upstate, far from the city. Jordan hadn't protested at first. At the time, he could remember having a crush on Emma, but not dating her. He went with his parents upstate, leaving her with a broken heart.

He returned at the beginning of the summer. Some of his memories had come back to him thanks to a picture of him and Emma that Troy had told him to keep. He heard of an art class being offered in the school over the summer and convinced his parents to let him stay in the city for the two months school was out. Now that his art class was finished and his regular classes at his new school back home were starting up, he needed to go back.

He didn't mind moving back in with his parents in a new town. He didn't mind having to attend a new school in his senior year. However, he did mind leaving Emma. Her responsibilities as a Ranger meant she couldn't leave town much, so weekend visits were up to him, and only if he could get a car or afford a bus ticket to drive back and forth. He promised he would do all he could to visit over the holidays, and they would keep in touch over the phone, with emails, and with text messages. He also promised to come back next summer when he was eighteen and he could live and do what he wanted. They would only be apart for ten months, but it was still going to be a long time.

They were sitting by the water at the harbour. His arms wrapped softly around Emma's. He didn't want to go somewhere fancy for dinner. He didn't want to do anything exciting. He just wanted to hold her and cherish this moment so he had something to look back on after he was gone.

Emma picked up a pebble and tossed it into the water before she sighed, "It's not going to be the same."

"It's not like we had classes together anyways," Jordan shrugged.

"Yeah but we could eat lunch together. And we could hang out after school. Now what?"

"You save the world," Jordan said. "That should keep you busy."

"It's not going to be the same."

"I'll be safe."

"That makes me happy," Emma nodded. She looked up at Jordan, "It still won't be the same."

"Things change," Jordan shrugged. "I think we're going to learn that a lot this year. Just… think of this as practice for college," he smirked. "We won't be going to the same school. I want to be a police officer. You're…"

"Not exactly sure," Emma said. "I'll be looking into programs for photography and environmental studies. Mrs. Moran also thinks I could be a good journalist."

"Options are good," Jordan chuckled. "But this year we can practice for college, where we all split up."

"I guess," Emma sighed. She looked down at the water. "But it still won't be…"

"I'll miss you too," he squeezed her gently. "I'll call you as much as I can. I'll visit as often as I can. It's not like it'll be ten whole months without seeing each other ever. And if you focus on school, fighting evil, and let yourself have fun, time will fly by. Besides, your mother is moving in, right? You'll have that relationship to focus on. You might not have time for me anyways."

"Not true," Emma reached up for a kiss. "I'll be the out of town girlfriend who calls you between every period just to say hi. I'll send packages through the school so everyone can see just how much I love you and how awesome you are."

"You're not doing that," Jordan frowned. Emma chuckled.

"No. I'll call sometimes, though, just to see how you're doing. You better answer with I miss you."

"I will," Jordan pulled Emma in a little closer, "My parents are going to be at my place soon to pack up."

"So? You'll be spending the next ten months with them," Emma shrugged. "We only have tonight."

Jordan nodded, pulled Emma in closer, and held her warmly as they watched the sun set over the water.

-Megaforce-

"Finals, here we come!" Jake announced as Gia opened the front door to her house and let him in. He had just finished playing in his semi-final game, where his team pulled off an amazing comeback to steal the game and secure their spot in the game for the first place trophy. Jake was very excited for this opportunity and wanted to invite as many people as he could to the finals. He figured he could talk to Mrs. Moran, Mrs. Goodall, and Emma when he dropped Gia off.

"You won?" Mrs. Moran asked as she stepped out from the den into the hallway. It was then Gia noticed her father's things were all over the hallway and living room, like her mother was clearing out what had once been his space.

Jake nodded his head, "One of the best games, Mrs. Moran. We're guaranteed a trophy and college scouts sometimes show up at the finals to recruit players for their schools. This could set me up! Coach even offered to talk me up to any scout he sees!"

"That's great, Jake, congratulations," Mrs. Moran came over and offered him a celebratory hug.

"If you can make it, I can get you some tickets to the game. We're playing in town and it should be pretty big."

"I'll move some things around," Mrs. Moran promised. "I can't wait."

"Awesome," Jake smiled. "Mrs. Goodall and Emma are invited too."

"I'll let them know."

"Great, my job here is done," Jake gave Gia a kiss goodbye before racing out. He still had to stop by Noah's house to invite him and his parents, and then he needed to go home to share the good news with his father. Gia closed the door behind him and then turned around. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

"Oh, boy, a look," Mrs. Moran rolled her eyes, "What's up, Gia?"

"What are you doing to dad's stuff?"

"Claire's moving in. She needs a room."

"That's dad's room. This is his stuff."

"Gia…"

"You can't get rid of his things."

"I'm not getting rid of them," her mother assured her. "I'll move some of his stuff to my bedroom. You can take whatever you want to your room, and the rest will go up to the attic."

"You're shoving dad's memories up in the attic."

"Gia, you said you were fine with Claire moving in."

"I am, but I never said she could take over dad's office! This den is his room. This is all his stuff!"

"Emma took up our guest bedroom when she moved in. We have nowhere else for Claire to sleep."

"So dad's got to go?"

"No," Mrs. Moran hugged her daughter. "Dad's not going anywhere. We're just moving some things around."

"But the den was exactly how dad left it before he died. It's the only thing we have left that's still dad."

"I'm sorry, Gia. I don't like messing it up either, but things are a little different now. His memories aren't gone. They've just… moved."

"Well, it's stupid."

"Alright. I'm going to shower. Claire will be here soon with some bags to start moving in. Help her if she shows up."

"I'll be reluctant."

"Just get it done, sweetheart," Mrs. Moran kissed her daughter's forehead before she walked upstairs to jump in the shower.

Gia rolled her eyes and walked into the den. It was empty now as it waited for Mrs. Goodall to fill it up with her personal items, but Gia could still remember where all of her father's things had been. She remembered the big desk, and how some nights he would be sitting and working there until the early hours of the morning as he tried to get a job done for work. She remembered being little, and getting up in the middle of the night to pee when she would see a light coming from the den. She would tip toe down the stairs and open the door to see her father hard at work.

"Daddy?"

He would look up. He would always smile.

"Hey, sweetheart. Why are you up?"

"I have to pee. Why are you still up?"

"I've got a lot of work to do."

"Do you need help?"

"Tons."

"Can I help?"

"You need to be in bed, Gia. Don't you have that math test tomorrow?"

"Daddy, eight time seven is fifty six."

Mr. Moran chuckled, "Gia, you're doing addition. Three plus three?"

"Do I look stupid to you?"

"Gia…" Mr. Moran frowned for a moment, but then he chuckled and waved her over. Gia grabbed the little chair her father kept in his den just for her dragged it next to him at the desk. She stood on it and looked at his papers.

"Whoa, that's a lot of reading."

"I can do this. Maybe you can draw a picture for daddy?"

"Does your boss need a picture?"

"I need a cover page."

"What's the work about?"

"Last year's profits."

"Were there profits?"

"You know what a profit is?"

"I'm not stupid, daddy," Gia chuckled. "I'll draw where you work. What floor do you work on?"

"The third."

Gia drew a square for her father's building, and then three little squares for windows, one on top of the other. On the very top one, she drew a stick figure of her father. She made sure to include his tie. He always went to work with a tie.

"Is that me?"

"It's five o'clock," Gia reached for her yellow crayon and drew the sun in the sky. She pointed it out to her father, "You can tell because of where the sun is."

"I'm happy to be off work?"

"You get to come home and play with me," Gia nodded.

"That does make me happy," Mr. Moran said. He kissed the top of his daughter's head, and while she worked on her art, he finished up his paperwork. When he was done, it was very late. Gia's picture was done and she had fallen asleep on his lap. Mr. Moran took her in his arms carefully, so as not to wake her, and then carried her out of the den. He set her back in her bed, tucked her in softly with her penguin toy under her arm. He was too tired to walk all the way back to his room, so he lay down next to her and fell asleep.