Disclaimer: Don't own Power Rangers or anything connected to them. I do own Tyler.

This is my first story in the PR universe and I'm making it AU. It's going to be set about 2 years before Dino Thunder and will be slash. The pairing is Tommy/Jason and Tommy has a younger brother. I realize that he only had an older one on the show, but we didn't learn a lot about his past so anything is possible. Reviews are appreciated and replied to, flamers will be deleted.

Chp 1

November 29th, 2002

Reefside, CA

The walk up the drive was seemingly endless and the cold rain that poured from the heavens did nothing to improve his mood or how he was feeling. When the house came into view, he sighed. Spotting the motorcycle next to the black jeep, he could feel his weariness increase. 'Both of them just had to be at home tonight. Might make things easier though.' It wasn't much further and then he could rest. At least he could see movement behind the lighted windows, showing that someone was indeed awake.

He paused at the bottom of the porch, suddenly overcome with the need to just turn and run, unsure if this was the best thing for him to be doing. Then again, this is the last place his step-dad would look for him. Slowly climbing the steps, his hand hovered over the door for a moment before knocking hesitantly and then stepping back to wait.

Jason Lee Scott had been having very nice evening alone with his lover. The weather had caused them to alter their plans slightly, but it had still been enjoyable. Despite the fact that his boyfriend of over 6 years was getting over a set of cracked ribs from an overzealous sparring partner. Frowning, he turned to look at him.

"We expecting anyone?"

Thomas "Tommy" James Oliver shook his head, but didn't say anything as he started to rise in order to answer the door. A strong hand on his shoulder kept him from doing so.

"You just stay there and rest. I'll get the door." He made his way over to the door and opened it slowly. The person who was on the other side was not one that he'd ever expected to see again so soon, or at the very least not for another 4 or 5 years. Well, at least not without another round of lies and deception.

"Tyler?" Disbelief colored his voice as he reached a hand out towards the younger man only to end up catching him as the youth's knees gave way. " Oh shit. Easy Ty, I've got you."

Tyler Andrew Johnson-Oliver groaned as he laid in Jason's arms. Every part of him hurt and he just wanted to sleep, but he knew that he owed his brother and Jason an explanation on why he was here. "Shit, that hurt." He sighed and looked up. "Would have called, but I left my phone."

"Just relax Ty." Tommy knelt down by the pair. "What happened?"

"Let's just say that Russell didn't appreciate me telling him that I was going to keep taking karate and helping out at the Youth Center." He shivered, which pulled at his aching muscles, causing him to groan again.

Jason stood slowly, holding the teen in his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up and looked over." He started making his way to the bathroom while Tommy went on ahead to get things ready.

"He really lit into me this time Jase."

"I can see that. If you want me to, I'll talk to my dad or Rocky."

"Not yet. He won't look for me here, least for a few days."

Entering the bathroom, Jason set him down on the closed toilet and looked over at Tommy. "Just hand me a pair of scissors or the trauma shears. It'll be easier to just cut him out of his clothes than moving him to get them off."

Grinning slightly, Tommy handed over the trauma shears. "One step ahead of you there." Turning to his younger brother, he held out a thermometer. "Open up bro." He slid the thermometer into place, using the time waiting for it to beep to really study the teen.

His brother had dropped weight, which he really couldn't spare and there were dark circles under his eyes that had nothing to do with bruises from a fight. As his lover worked to remove Tyler's clothes, he could see fading welts and bruises along with fresher ones. It was the stitches across his shoulder that worried him. Or rather, the redness that was slowly spreading from them. He removed the thermometer as it beeped, frowning at the 101 reading.

"When was the last time your stitches were taken care of Tyler?"

"About three days ago, when they were put in."

He could suddenly feel both Jason's and Tommy's eyes on him. Sighing, he started talking.

3 days ago, Angel Grove, CA

Tyler sighed as he finished his workout and started for the locker room to take a shower before heading home. Russell Johnson, his step-dad, had told him that he was not to be late for dinner anymore and that he'd better not show up looking like a slob. Thanksgiving was over, but the Christmas holidays were coming up and he was hoping to be able to take some time during the school break to go and visit his brother. Thinking about how to get his step-dad to agree to that occupied his thoughts as he took a shower and headed home. He was almost through the front door when it was suddenly slammed into him, pinning him between the door and the frame. Looking up, he met the glare of Russell.

"I told you to be home in time for dinner, you're half an hour late." He didn't let up his pressure on the door, keeping his step-son in place. "Your mother worked very hard to get dinner together for us and you don't even have the courtesy to show up on time to eat?" Letting up a bit, he let Tyler slide forward a bit before slamming him once again with the door, embedding the slide lock in the teen's shoulder. He knew the wound would require stitches, but he didn't care. "You need to learn to be more careful or accidents like this could end up happening more often."

"He took me to the ER and they didn't even blink when he told them that I had been roughhousing with a friend and gotten slammed into the door frame. If he'd left me alone, I would have told them the truth, but he stood there the entire time."

Jason shook his head as he helped him into the bath. "Just sit there for a few minutes and let the hot water work a bit. We'll be back." He left the bathroom with Tommy and went down the hall to the guest room to help him get it ready. "That shoulder looks infected."

"His temp was 101." Tommy stated, looking over at his lover. "Some of those bruises are really deep and he seems to be favoring his left side a bit."

"Most of the welts were superficial, he's probably got a concussion and I think he's favoring his right hand a bit." Jason sighed. "Something tells me that he fought back this time."

"Which means that we might actually need your dad or Rocky to get that order of protection and emergency guardianship paperwork pushed through by the end of the week." When they finished getting the bed ready, both men returned to stand outside the bathroom, talking quietly until the teen was done.

While his brother and Jason were outside the bathroom talking, Tyler was thinking about what had brought him to his brother's doorstep. The fight tonight had started because he didn't want to stop taking karate lessons. The only reason he could think that Russell would want him to stop was that he was afraid that Tyler would fight back one day when his step-dad tried to 'discipline' him. Ty snorted, well he had fought back, but only after Russell pulled a knife on him. That was when he'd knocked the man out and ran. The only reason he could think of that Russell pulled the knife in the first place was that Ty had still been conscious after the near-30 minute beating he'd already been given and that had pissed Russell off.

That had been early this afternoon and he'd grabbed the commuter bus to Reefside, but he didn't have his cell, any change and cab fare was out of the question, so he'd stared walking to his brother's place. Thankfully, Rocky and Adam had made sure that he knew where Tommy lived despite Russell's 'order' for him to have nothing to do with either Tommy or Jason. The rain had started almost as soon as he hit the city limits, an hour's walk from his brother's house.

Now, he was actually starting to get tired, so he sat up a bit more and washed up, ducking his head beneath the water to rinse the shampoo from his recent crew cut, another choice of Russell's, and then pulled the plug. Standing slowly, he wrapped a towel around his waist then realized that there was no way he'd be able to make it out on his own.

"You guys can come back in now." He watched as the pair slowly entered. "Decided not to try getting out on my own."

"Probably a good idea." Jason moved closer and helped him out of the tub, then helped support him.

"Can you move your fingers on your right hand?" If the hand was broken, Tyler wouldn't be able to do it without pain.

"It's not broke, Jase. I promise. Know what that feels like. I just sprained it when I hit the ground the first time he hit me, then used it to hit him before I took off running from the house." He still moved his fingers just to show them both.

"Okay, let's get you settled for the night." He helped him down the hall and then sat him down on the bed. "I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes while I go grab a few supplies." Leaving the brothers and closing the door, Jason shook his head. 'Oh yeah, things were definitely going to be interesting around here.'