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

Serena never liked these phone calls from Harwood County. She never liked it when the Megaforce team had to call her. She was usually the one to call Gia, to check in on her and see how she was doing. When it was reversed, when she was the one being called, there was usually trouble.

This time, trouble didn't even begin to describe it. Over the phone, Emma had explained the clones to her. She had talked about how she and the Rangers had been fooled, and how Mr. Moran was dead. Serena didn't need to be asked. She had her suitcase packed left in the morning. She was needed and she wouldn't disappoint.

She walked up to the house and could feel the hurt coming from inside. She didn't know what she could do to help Gia, but she would give it her best shot. She knocked on the door and it wasn't long before it opened. Before her stood an unfamiliar face.

"I'm sorry," the woman said, "The Morans aren't taking any visitors."

"I'm, uh, Serena," Serena introduced herself. She was sure she had the right house. "Serena Smith. I'm here to see Gia."

"Gia?" the woman examined Serena closely, "How do you know Gia?"

"I'm a friend. How do you know Gia?"

"Mom," Emma came to the door and opened it to allow Serena inside. "I told you someone would be stopping by for Gia."

"Mom?" Serena asked as she looked up at the older woman, "But I thought…"

"Mom and Vanessa are best friends," Emma explained to Serena. "After what happened, I thought Vanessa could use someone. Gia's in her room."

"Thanks," Serena walked in and headed straight upstairs. Emma closed the door and headed to the kitchen. Mrs. Goodall watched her go and then walked back to the living room. Mrs. Moran was on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Do you need anything?" she asked. Mrs. Moran shook her head.

"I'm still looking for furniture."

"Vanessa, I came here so you could talk," Mrs. Goodall sat down. "I came here so you could vent and say all the things you can't say in front of Gia."

"I appreciate that, Claire, but…"

"Look, if this is about the way I treated Emma…"

"I'm not ready to talk, yet," Mrs. Moran said. "I've already got a few things out thanks to my friend Thomas. The rest of it… you're just going to have to wait. Right now, I just want to pick out furniture for my home. What do you think of this couch? It looks like it would be comfortable, right?"

"You should go to the store and try it out yourself," Mrs. Goodall answered her. "I made the mistake of ordering a chair online once. My back hasn't been the same since."

"Good idea," Mrs. Moran answered. "But there's no harm in browsing. I'll go in knowing exactly what I want. Joe always thought that was the best way to avoid those sneaky salespeople."

"Don't bury it all inside," Mrs. Goodall warned her best friend. "Vanessa, I know things between us aren't perfect, but I am here for you. For you and the girls."

"I'll talk to you," Mrs. Moran said. "I promise, as soon as this gets too hard again, you'll be the one I talk to. Just not right now. Right now, I'm furniture shopping."

"This looks cute," Mrs. Goodall said.

Upstairs, Serena knocked on Gia's door and waited to hear her voice before going in. She smiled at the younger girl and took a seat next to her on her bed.

"Hey."

"Hey," Gia whispered back. Serena took in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, kiddo."

"Me too."

"Are you hurting?"

"Yep."

"Do you want to talk?"

"I've got nothing to say."

"Do you want to come outside with me?"

"Why?"

"Just to get out of the house."

"And do what?"

"Have fun."

Gia looked up at Serena like she had grown a second head. It didn't feel right to leave the house and have fun. It didn't feel right to have fun. Her father had just passed away. It was a tragedy in her life that couldn't be topped. She felt more miserable now than she ever felt with Cliff. Having fun was wrong.

"It's okay," Serena promised her. "You're allowed to let go every once in a while. You're allowed to be okay."

"He was my dad…"

"And he loved you very much," Serena put her hand around Gia's shoulders and gave her a little squeeze, "but take it from a parent, my kids' happiness tops everything. If I die, I want them to be able to have a good time without me. I want to be missed, but I don't want their lives to stop. Let's go out, let's have fun. We'll see what happens once we're out there."

"I…"

"Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

Gia shook her head. Serena frowned a little bit, "Wait, really? I never have? Uh, that's new. I haven't screwed up, yet."

Gia chuckled. She had heard all about Serena's stories as a Samurai, and how, when trying to help, she usually only caused more problems for herself, for her sister, and for her team. It had to be odd for Serena to hear that she hadn't yet done anything that cost Gia in anyway. She had done nothing but good.

"See, a smile already," Serena said. "C'mon, let's get out of this dark room. Maybe you can give me a tour of the city. What do you do for fun around here?"