Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Ninja Steel.

The attack on the city was over. The clones of Galvanax disappeared, leaving behind the damage they caused. With eight super sized monsters, there was a lot to clean up. They had taken out entire city blocks, levelling buildings, destroying homes and claiming many human lives.

This was easily the worst thing to happen to Summer Cover, but for Sarah, it was just the beginning.

She had a love for many things, but her greatest passion was engineering. She liked coming up with new ideas, designing new machines and bringing them to life. If there was a problem, she wanted to find a way to solve it using technology. The easier she could make her life, the more of a thrill she got from her inventions.

To date, her greatest pride and joy was her hoverboard. She used it daily to move around the city quickly. It combined her love for speed with her need to get around and explore.

She thought her next greatest invention would be her holo-clones. It would solve the problem of needing to be in two places at once, allowing her and others to get more done in a day. She didn't think there would be any negative consequences to her invention. So far, she just had a proto-type, and even when Galvanax's latest monster took off with one holo-sphere, Sarah had doubted just how powerful her own technology could be. After all, from what she had learned from Brody, Mick, and RedBot, Earth was thousands of years behind the most primitive galaxies outside the Milky Way. She had been certain that a device to create clones had already been invented and fell into Galvanax's hands. She doubted he would have any use for her primitive technology.

She either underestimated herself, or overestimated just how advanced alien technology was. Either way, Galvanax had taken advantage of her clones to create eight copies of himself and trash the city.

Sarah had been able to stop him from destroying her new hometown completely, but she hadn't done so in time. Hundreds of people were dead, and more were still missing. It was her fault. It had to be her fault. There was no one else to blame.

"You okay?" Preston asked as he sat next to her in the Ranger base, the paint room of their shop class at school. The Rangers gathered there after every battle to recover and care for any injuries they may have suffered. Sarah, unlike normal, had been quiet since the end of the battle, causing Preston to worry there was something on her mind.

"I'd really rather not talk about it," Sarah insisted. Preston put his hand on her back.

"Galvanax is the one at fault here," he told her, as if he could read her mind. At times, Sarah was convinced he could. She had only meet him about two months ago, but she felt like she had already known him forever. She thought maybe it had something to do with their fates intertwining as Rangers, but their friendship went beyond that. He was the best friend she had always wanted. "You didn't create his clones."

"He used my technology, Preston," Sarah told him. "If I had just been more careful with it, or realized how stupid it was to try and do more than one thing at a time, this never would have happened."

"It's not stupid to try and get stuff done," Preston assured her. "People attempt to do it all the time. So much so, there's even a word for it. Multitasking. You were simply trying to improve on multitasking. Galvanax is the one who turned it into something bad. Not you."

"So you don't think I could have done anything differently?"

"Sarah, we all could have done something differently. When you disappeared in that first battle, we were all so surprised by what happened, no one thought to pick up your holo-ball thing. If we had done that, Galvanax never would have had your technology."

"There's no way anyone would have expected you to know that would happen."

"So why can't the same be said for you?"

"Because you asked me if Galvanax could use the clones and I… I dismissed my doubts. If I hadn't of done that…"

"Sarah, we can play the 'what if' game all day," Preston said. "What happened sucks but you're not the one responsible."

"Thanks for trying, Preston," Sarah said with a sigh as she rose to her feet. She had very few injuries from which she needed to recover. She had spent most of the battle in the base and so had only a few bruises. Nothing she wasn't already used to from falls and crashes on her hover board. "I think I just need to head home."

"Rest up, Sarah," Preston said as he watched her leave. Her could understand why she was blaming herself. Truth be told, if he had been in her position, he would surely do the same thing. However, he didn't like to see her so sad. Since he had met her, she had done nothing out of malice. She had never intentionally tried to cause any trouble. In fact, she was the first person to go out of her way to treat him with respect. When Victor took her hoverboard on an unauthorized joyride and crashed into Preston's magic show, Sarah had been well within her rights to simply take her board back and walk away. Instead, she tried to get Victor to apologize for ruining the show and when he refused, she made it up to Preston by helping him to clean up.

She was the kindest person Preston had met, and while her impulsivity with her ideas could lead her into some trouble, such as right now, she always meant well.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what he could say to make her feel better. She was smart. She knew he was only trying to comfort her. The truth was, this was the worst mistake she could have made.

"She just needs some time," Hayley said to Preston once Sarah was gone. He nodded his head. He hoped that was the case.

-Ninja-Steel-

Sarah looked to the wreckage in her neighbourhood, sighing to herself as she let it sink in that this was caused by her actions. Fortunately, the damage wasn't as bad as the rest of the city. Only one clone had been in the area, and he hadn't quiet started his destruction of the suburbs. At the time of the attack, most people had still been at work or on their way home. Galvanax had targeted areas with many people, so downtown and population bus stations. A few rolled over cars, some power lines were down, and some homes with minor damage was the worst of it.

It made her guilt worse. A part of her had hoped her home was destroyed, along with everything inside of it. That way, at least she would suffer from the consequences of her own actions. But to see only a window had been shattered and some landscaping would have to be done, she knew she got off easy. Innocent people had lost their lives. Sarah's mother's car was still in the driveway.

"Sarah?" her step mother called as she rushed out of the house in a panic, her cell phone in her hand. Seeing Sarah coming up the front yard she ran over and took her step daughter in her arms. "Oh thank GOD! I've been calling everyone! Where have you been?"

Sarah shook her head, "I managed to find somewhere away from the monsters. I'm okay. You?"

"I'm fine. I made it home right as the attacks started," her step mother said with a faint smile, which dropped as soon as she put her cell phone to her ear. "Dammit, still nothing."

"Who are you calling?"

"Your dad," her step mother answered her. "He's not home. I'm worried he stayed late again."

"He'll come home," Sarah promised her. She imagined that would be her luck – or her punishment. How sickening would it be if everyone she knew was okay? She caused all this trouble and her home, her family, were all fine? She would never be able to live with that guilt. She had taken parents away from children, children away from parents, and killed entire families. Yet hers was okay? It wasn't fair. "I'm sure traffic is a bitch right now."

Her step mother let out a faint laugh. It wasn't a genuine laugh, though Sarah's joke wasn't genuinely a joke. Both were trying to lighten the mood for the other, in spite of their deep worry and guilt over what had happened.

"I'll keep trying," her step mother insisted. "You head inside. Get cleaned up. Do whatever you need to put this behind you. If you need anything, I'll be on the phone. Just find me."

Sarah nodded her head and made her way inside the house. She walked up to her bedroom and dropped onto her bed. She let out a loud groan and then rolled over and punched her pillow as hard as she could.

She hated what her clones had caused. She hated that she had the fate of the world in her hands and she let everyone down.