A/N: I've been watching Power Rangers all over again and my favorite character is still Adam. So here is a random story. It's set twenty years after the original series and the first movie.

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Adam watched his students work on katas from the landing of the dojo. He watched one of his business partners run through everything with the kids. Rocky DeSantos was an expert at dealing with kids. Adam liked to think he was as well but he was still a little shy. Martial arts helped cover that shyness but he still felt like that awkward teenager.

Thinking about being a teenager sent him back a few years. While he was in high school he was a super hero. Literally. He was a member of a team of teenage super heroes known as the Power Rangers. He had come in when three of his friends were going to Switzerland. Taking over the Black Ranger role from Zach had been exhilarating yet frightening at the same time. He was replacing someone who had been part of the original team.

He had spent three years with the team. He had gone to a different planet to get their ninja powers when everything had fallen through on earth. He had watched two of his friends leave to go on to bigger better things. Two new friends replaced them but the ones who had left were forever in his heart and phone book. He had changed his suit color from black to green. He had gotten a number and a Turbo vehicle, the one he dubbed the minivan to his friends. He had seen the best of his life go by in a flash.

He recollected how he felt when the time came that he had to hand over his powers. It had been bitter sweet. He had had to say goodbye to his friends. They all kept in contact as they went to their respective colleges. He had gone to UCLA with his best friend Rocky and gotten a degree in business. When they graduated, they opened the dojo they were in now.

Adam's life had gone on as he had desired. He still talked to his mom on a daily basis. Most of the time she was asking how his younger sister was doing. Adam was twenty-eight, going on twenty-nine, and his sister Katie was seven years younger. She was going to UCLA for a criminal justice degree. The dojo and Adam's apartment were twenty minutes from the campus. It was only logical for his sister to live with him.

As of right now she was a junior. She was applying law school immediately after. They fought all the time but Adam was a protective older brother. He allowed her boyfriend over but he had to leave at midnight. She didn't like it on nights when she was nervous about a test. That was when they sat in front of the TV with tubs of chocolate ice cream watching old movies.

Adam watched as Rocky called an end to class. The students picked up their bags and began to disperse towards their parents. As they walked out the door, they looked up and said goodbye to him. He waved back at them and said bye to each of them. He believed in making sure everyone felt as if they got his attention. As one of the kids was walking out the door, a young man walked in. It was his younger brother.

Frankie was three years younger than him. At twenty-five he had a nice paying job. He was a few months away from paying off his new car and buying his apartment since it was rent to buy. He also had a girlfriend which was amazing since he tended to be a smart mouth. He and Adam had a good relationship since they were so far apart in age. School wise they were four years apart since Frankie's birthday was in November and Adam's in January.

Frankie made his way up the stairs to him. When he caught up to his brother, he grabbed his hand and smacked him on the back.

"How's my big brother doing?" he asked.

Adam smiled. "I'm doing well. I'm just waiting on Rocky to get the kids off the mat so I can wipe it down for the next class. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just coming in for a complimentary lesson."

He cast Frankie a look. "You're a second degree black belt."

"I can still come in and train with my own brother can't I?"

The older Park turned and went up the steps. "There are extra gis in the supply closet."

"I have mine with me."

"Then stop gabbing and get changed."

Adam walked into the office and smiled. On his computer was his other best friend. They had met in college. Both were studying business. When Adam brought up the idea of owning his own dojo, his friend jumped at the chance to be a partner in it. Rocky was happy to have someone to be the brains behind the business. Adam was good at advertising and taking care of things in the dojo. He was happy he didn't have to worry too much about the books and bills and rent.

He walked over to the locker on the far wall and pulled out his pants. Trading one pair for another, he tied his black belt around his waist.

"How's everything going, Rylen?" he asked.

She looked up and he was still amazed. She had heterochromia. Her right eye was a dazzling blue and the right was a stormy gray. It was an amazing combination and was really offset by her blonde hair. He laughed at her every time because she had green and blue streaks in it.

Rylen turned around and smiled up at him. "It's good. All the books are in order so it will be easier to turn in everything at the end of the month. Also I ordered a new mirror for the ladies bathroom. There was a little accident last night with a pair of nun chucks. Also the towels need to be replaced as well."

He let her Irish accent wash over him. He had visited Dublin with her one summer and had loved it. He wanted to go back sometime.

"If you take the taxes out and those other items, how much will we have left over?"

"Once we pay the bills, there will be enough left over for miscellaneous items. Even if you spend five hundred dollars, you'll still be in the clear. You pinch money like an Irish man hoards liquor."

He smiled at her funny analogy. For an Irish woman, she was Americanized. He figured it was because her dad had moved the family from Dublin to Los Angeles when her brother decided to play for the L.A. Galaxy soccer team. They wanted to be closer to him.

"Are you going to join us on the mat?" he asked. Rylen was a black belt just like him, Rocky, and Frankie. She had taken a self-defense class the college had offered and it went from there.

"No, I can't. I have some work to finish here then I think I'm going to grab dinner."

"Dinner!" Adam looked at the clock. "I'm supposed to meet Cassie tonight."

"You forgot again?"

"How am I going to make it in time? Class ends at six and I'm supposed to be there then."

"Then you need to make a decision. You stood her up last time because you got sick. This time she won't be so lenient." She turned from her computer to look at him when he was quiet. He had the puppy dog look. "No, no, no. Not happening."

Adam followed her out of the office. "Please, Ry. Just call her and tell her class ran late."

"No, Adam. Cassie already doesn't like me because I spend too much time with you. It's not my fault Jason and I live across the hall."

She was right. Adam's girlfriend hated Rylen because she felt the woman was intruding on her personal time with her boyfriend. Rylen wasn't like that. She was dating one of his closest friends Jason Lee Scott. They had been together for a year. Adam had been with Cassie for six months and she still didn't believe him when he told her there was nothing going on between him and Rylen.

He sighed heavily. He had to figure out how he was going to get out of class and to his date on time. He hated leaving his students for his girlfriend but he'd already missed one date.

Rylen slung her bag over her shoulder and looked at him. He was seriously torn over this. It showed how much he cared for everyone in the situation. She finally sighed.

"I'll call her and tell her you're running late because your brother popped in. It's not a lie but it's not the truth," she said.

He looked up at her. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

"I won't be the one in trouble. That'll be you. I'll be cozy in my apartment with Jason."

"We should double sometime."

Rylen smiled and walked down the stairs. Adam watched as his brother caught her at the steps and made small talk. She smiled at him and spoke, and he could see his brother's face crumple with the accent. Rocky saved the poor fool from a major drool scene by stopping by him from talking then steering him back to the mat. Frankie had never heard Rylen speak before.

Speaking of speaking, he was going to have his ear chewed off when he got to dinner that night. Cassie was not going to be happy at all. He walked down the stairs to begin his class.