Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Dino Charge. This story is fan-made.

Running the Dino Cafe and leading tours through the museum was almost a dream job for Shelby. Going on more digs and getting to learn more and more about paleontology had been absolutely amazing. The pink Ranger loved her new position all around. However, she knew it wasn't permanent, and it seemed like her ideal situation was starting to come to an end.

Her family owned a very successful ice-cream business in town: Watkins Ice-Cream. Her father, a very strong, very devoted businessman, was living out his dream by running the shop he had inherited from his father. Eventually, he planned on passing down the business to his one and only child with the hopes that she would love the job as much as he loved it, and as much as his father had loved it.

Shelby had other ideas. She couldn't remember a time where dinosaurs and prehistoric life hadn't been fascinating to her. From the time she could talk, she had always voiced an interest in paleontology. Her parents, thinking it was just a phase, allowed her some leeway to practice her passion growing up, but as her adult life began to loom closer, they started to push her more towards the family business. It was strong, stable, and would provide Shelby with plenty of financial cushion throughout her life. She knew they only wanted the best for her, but their best was her nightmare.

She worked out a compromise with her parents. Instead of going to school to study business, she would learn about keeping a business up and running by working with Kendall Morgan in the cafe. She had learned to balance check books, create shift schedules, manage employees, handle customers and bring in huge profits for minimal costs. She had to admit, the business gene hadn't skipped over her. She could see herself doing well working at Watkins Ice-Cream.

However, she couldn't love it. Working in the cafe had never been her passion, and though she seemed to be thriving, her true love was still paleontology. She really excelled in her studies under Kendall in the museum itself, learning all about the dinosaurs and other animals that called Earth home during the Mesozoic. She enjoyed learning about the plant life, the shape of the continents at the time, and how they influenced life on Earth as they shifted. She absolutely loved leading tours and sharing her knowledge with others.

Making money didn't matter much to her. She could be a millionaire like her father, but unless she was doing what she truly loved, she knew she wouldn't be happy. However, she couldn't get her father to understand, and now, after a few months of making everyone happy, her father was starting to pressure her once more into working at the Ice-Cream shop.

After a long night of tossing and turning, Shelby walked into the museum. She was early for her shift intentionally, as she planned on speaking with Kendall about her situation. She hoped the purple Ranger would be as understanding and helpful this time as she had been the last.

"Ms. Morgan?" she called out as she walked into the lab. "Do you have a minute to talk?"

"You're early," Kendall answered, looking up from her computer and glancing quickly at her watch. "Even by my standards."

"I know," Shelby nodded and then handed her boss an envelope, "but my dad wanted me to give you this."

Kendall took the envelope and opened it. Inside she found what appeared to be a progress report form and a letter. Reading the letter over quickly, she knew the problem Shelby was facing. Her father wanted her to move on from the museum. She looked to Shelby, saw the glum look on the pink Ranger's face and sighed.

"What exactly do you need?"

"To get my dad off my back," Shelby sighed and took a seat. "I thought this arrangement would show him that I can be successful in paleontology, and that it's something I can stick to and support myself on. But he's starting to insist again that dinosaurs are just a hobby, not a job."

"And have you spoken with him on the matter?"

"My whole life," Shelby groaned. "He's a good dad. The best, really, but he's really stubborn. When he wants something, it doesn't matter how many times someone tells him no. He goes after it."

"That... explains so much," Kendall muttered under her breath, chuckling a little. Shelby caught what the purple Ranger said and gave her a quick glare. Kendall smiled and nodded her head. "That's what makes him a good business man, Shelby. You need to be able to fight. You need to go after what you need. No one is going to hand you a perfectly running business on a silver platter."

"But you would think he could cut the business crap with his daughter, right?"

"I don't think he's being a businessman with you," Kendall suggested, then shrugged her shoulders. "I can't claim any expertise on the matter, but it's always sounded to me like your father is just... being a dad."

"You're going to have to explain that."

"I'm not exactly the perfect model for a career in paleontology," Kendall told Shelby and gestured around the lab. "Not everyone in this field eventually ends up with all this. This is a very unpredictable career choice, with luck and faith playing a huge role. You understand that, right?"

"But if I know what I'm doing..."

"It's more than just that. I had to fight to be taken seriously. I started with nothing to my name and everything to prove. You know, no one took me seriously for the first few years, despite having some breakthrough accomplishments."

"Really?"

"I'm a woman," Kendall nodded her head. "Men don't exactly like being outdone in their field by a woman. Any success to my name was credited more to luck than hard work, talent, or skill. It's very much the same in the business world."

"So then why does dad think I'll do any better running the place myself?" Shelby asked and gestured to herself. "He does know a daughter means I'm a woman too, right?"

"Watkins Ice-Cream is already successful," Kendall stated. "With your last name, your father's support, you're going to be taken seriously a lot faster. In this field, you're alone. You have to make a name for yourself. You have to work so much harder just to move a couple of steps ahead."

"Really? I'm alone?" Shelby asked and looked a little hurt. "But Ms. Morgan, I... I thought... You'd help me."

"I can't do everything for you, Shelby."

"And I'd never want you to," Shelby said. "But we're... women, right?"

"Last I checked."

"If we want the men to take us seriously, wouldn't it be better if we helped each other?" Shelby asked. "You have a powerful voice now. Can't you use that to give mine a bit of a boost? Show these other Dino-it-alls that I'm just as good."

"Dino-it-alls?"

"It's... well, yeah," Shelby said and pointed to the progress report. "Can you just... fill that out in a way that convinces my dad to let me stay here? Ms. Morgan, I really, really love my job right now. Ice-cream... it's just going to kill me."

"I'll do what I can," Kendall nodded her head, then gestured to her watch, reminding Shelby it was time to get up to the cafe to start the day's work. As Shelby headed off, Kendall found she was having a hard time getting back to work herself. Shelby's words kept echoing in her head.

"You have a powerful voice now. Can't you use that to give mine a bit of a boost? Show these other Dino-it-alls that I'm just as good."

"Dammit," Kendall muttered, shut her laptop, grabbed Shelby's progress report and then made her way upstairs.