Alas, I make my debut into the fanfiction world! Hello everyone. Just call me Mango! Gokaiger has stolen my heart - and apparently my muse as well. This story takes place just after episode 43, with some parts altered to make the story flow better. Another thing to note is that the timeline of the story jumps from past to present. But each chapter will be labeled.

Please be aware English is my second language. And this story is unbeta'd. Any and all critism and critiques are welcome!

"Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces."

- Richard Kadrey

Then. Doc.

He didn't dream anymore. No silly fantasies. No morbid nightmares. Not even the hormone influenced dream that made him question his sexuality. Quite literally, Don Dogoier was not a dreamer. In fact, most nights were spent wide awake; wasting hours away tinkering with some useless device. It had become a routine. So routine that Doc was running out of things to repair. And clean. And he'd long since sewn up the various battle holes in Marvelous' clothing. Doc could go for weeks in this rut, until his slender body could take no more.

On the nights he did give out, there was nothing but a dreamless slumber.

Black.

Blank.

Empty.

Doc hated it. He was used to it, but he still loathed it.

Dreams were made from memories, a luxury he didn't have. Like his fake dragon slayer identity, his past was a fog. While he may not have been the hero in his prank, it was not all a lie. Inside his head rested a gap. A blank page where a timeline should be.

A loss of time from his last moments in his home planet to finding himself alone inside an abandoned shed. Waking up in that run down hellhole had been where the new memories began. Becoming a local handyman. Turned space pirate. Turned Gokai Green.

Most of the time, Doc didn't mind the lack of past. The present was what should matter. A present he shared with an odd sort of family. An irreplaceable crew. But again, there was always that voice in the back of his head. Nagging him. Asking him.

Who was he, exactly?

Setting down his tools, Doc ran his hand through blond curls. Flinching every time his fingers pulled apart a rouge tangle. He wiped the fatigue from his eyes and pushed his bangs back. If Doc kept at this pace, the Galleon would have more than one functioning navigational compass. Hopefully before the sun appeared. Rotating his arm around, Doc took a look at the time.

A soft curse left his lips. Still three hours before he could even think of starting breakfast and morning chores. Not like there were many chores left to do anyway. Doc was on sleepless night number four. One, he'd scrubbed the floors of the kitchen and living quarters. Two and three were spent oiling parts and reorganizing his tools and cookware.

Thanks again, insomnia.

With a heavy sigh, Doc lifted himself from his work chair; rolling his stiff neck around as he did so. Satisfied with the cracks that followed, Doc let a small grunt escape his throat. His limbs felt heavy. Maybe it'd be best if he turned in for the night - or what was left of it. A three hour nap was better than nothing, he guessed.

Doc stretched out his arms, wrist colliding with a pile of unused tools. Snapping into focus, he cringed as the gadgets hit the floor with an echoing thud. There went the neighborhood. Jumping into character, he scrambled around trying to fix his mess. Navi still slumbered on, perched on the back of his captain's chair. Living around rowdy pirates, constant explosions and Luka made her immune to almost any disturbance.

Clutching his tools to his chest, Doc leaned against his work desk. Acting much like a thief in a warehouse. He waited for the sound of footsteps to echo through the hallways. Either light steps for Ahim or heavier for Marvelous himself. Doc cringed again. If he woke up the captain, he was sure in for it. There were two things in the world you didn't tear Captain Marvelous away from. Food. And sleep.

"Home away from home?" Came a deep voice. Doc wasn't exactly startled, just taken aback by the lack of boot sounds. But then again, even the great Captain Marvelous had to lose the shoes sometimes. Running his hands down his thighs, Doc scrambled to his feet. He'd forgotten about the collected tools, letting them clatter to the floors once again.

There stood Marvelous, arms crossed around his bare chest. And his trademark smirk gracing his lips. Doc really didn't have a response for his captain. Whatever he wanted to say would end up being a stuttered mess anyway. So he settled for just nodding his head. Trying to hide the nervous feelings that being stared down by Marvelous gave him. Doc swallowed down a lump in his throat.

"I..uhm...couldn't sleep. Sorry." He managed to stammer out, not even bothering to look up. Marvelous could read people easily. He could read Doc even easier.

"I see that." Marvelous said. "Saw it last night. And the night before. And the night before."

Doc really wanted to laugh. Or kick himself. No secrets on this ship. Doc was pretty sure he was less than quiet, now that he thought about it. Marvelous continued before Doc had a chance to reply.

"There are better ways to spend your nights."

There was a sudden dryness in Doc's throat, mind reeling. A simple sentence, really. But every word of it uttered oozed insinuation. Doc wasn't sure how to react. Once again, the mystery that was his captain had thrown him off guard. A guard he rarely lowered, even for his newfound family.

Marvelous was intimidating. And shameless at the same time.

It was oddly alluring.

Doc gulped. And dodged.

"I've reread all my books already, I'll have to get some more soon." Doc dared to glance up, wanting to groan at the sight of Marvelous' raised eyebrow. Playing dumb didn't work when you were the smartest on the ship.

Doc had thought he'd figured out his captain years ago. Only to be completely mistaken. Marvelous wasn't a simple, single track minded pirate turned sentai. He was complex. Confident, and unpredictable. Did as he pleased; and took the consequences with his head high. He could only be described as he was.

Marvelous.

The only person who could win an argument without saying anything.

"Well. I don't feel like talking anymore." Doc muttered, finally finding a scrap of courage and making his way towards his cabin. He offered his captain an odd facial expression. A mix between annoyance and hurt.

"And I'm too tired to be a one night stand."

Doc made sure that Marvelous heard that last part, just before ducking down the hallway and locking himself in his quarters.

Only three more hours until a very awkward breakfast.