Note: Hey all, I know I'm in the middle of writing the Ars Amatoria stories for Madison/Nick, but after I saw the Tyzonne and Ronny interactions in Man of Mercury, the pairing just beckoned me, heh. So, here it is. Hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: Power Rangers and the characters therein belong to Disney.

Lost

Summary: Tyzonne thinks back to his past and what it was that led him back to the right path.

The rangers excitedly gave Mr. Hartford the new gem as soon as we returned from Brazil, leaving me to sit by the window in the Hartford's sitting room and ponder the day's events. I was one of them now, a ranger, and part of a team again. A slight tremor ran through my body as I thought back on my team, the team I had foolishly sent to their own doom.

After my team……my friends…….after what happened to them, I told myself I would avenge them, but that would be all. How could I be trusted to protect and save people if I couldn't even do that for my comrades? No, I told myself back then; I will find justice for you, my friends, and that is all. This is what I swore to them as I stood above their graves……which had been set up merely for memorial purposes, since we could not get to their bodies. Yet another thing I curse the Fearcats for—being so cruel as to force their families to weep over empty graves and decorative markers, no tangible evidence of what they had lost. But then again, perhaps that was the easier part, for I don't know if I would have been able to carry on had I seen their crushed and bloodied bodies. The imagined images were enough to keep me awake at night.

As I embarked on my mission—my last mission—vengeance was the one thing that kept me from losing the hope and ideals for justice that I always drove me. The hope had always raged widely within me and was diminished by the loss of my friends, but some still remained. This changed once I encountered Moltor. Being forced to serve this creature was enough to destroy all the things within me I had held dear. I was just an empty shell, a puppet to do all I was told to.

Time didn't matter anymore, I was so lost within this torture that centuries could've passed me in this state and I wouldn't have known. All I knew was I had failed my friends in not only delaying my duty to them, but also becoming all that we had hated and fought against. There were many nights where I cried, tears cascading my new scale and horn ridden face, begging for their forgiveness, begging for something to free me of this—death, divine act, anything to release me from Moltar's grip.

It was as if my prayers had been answered when I came across Mack and the other rangers. Oh, how they reminded me of what I had lost. It was as if someone or something had sent them to me to help me find my way again, help me see I was not truly lost. And that they did, especially………her.

After I told my new friends my story of woe, a part of me thought they would see my foolishness in sending my team into the cave as weakness and send me off without even a kind goodbye. But they still tried to get through to me, none more than her…….None more than Ronny.

She believed in me, something I did not have the strength to do myself. Her kind, gentle eyes bore into mine as she tried to convince me, tried to lead me out of my sorrow. The thought that someone as strong and pure hearted as she would take the effort to get through to me sent a pleasant sensation throughout my entire being. It was a sensation I wasn't ready to let go, a sensation I needed to explore. It was what made me claw my way out of my despair, made me go back to Mr. Hartford and retrieve the tracker he had been begging me to take possession of before.

"There you are," came a voice, tearing me away from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Ronny walking into the room.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I did not know I was being looked for," I added, giving her a sheepish smile. Ronny smiled and sat beside me.

"I was just wondering where you had vanished off to," she said. I couldn't help grin at our current situation. There you go Ronny, finding me again, I thought to myself. "What?" She asked.

"What?" I replied.

"What's so funny?" She asked, chuckling a bit at my grin. My grin seemed to widen under her gaze as I shook my head.

"Nothing," I replied. "Just……happy, I guess," I admitted. Ronny smiled warmly at me before reaching up, tousling my blonde locks, causing me to laugh.

"Well, that's good," she said, seemingly happy by my happiness. She then became somewhat serious. "I'm sure your friends would be proud of you," she said, as if she knew what I had been previously thinking of.

"I suppose," I replied, looking out the large window, feeling suddenly solemn. I felt Ronny reach over and take my hand in her delicate embrace.

"I'm sure they're looking down and smiling, happy to see their friend has found his way again," she said. I looked back at her, somewhat startled by her choice of words. I was met by her eyes kindly looking back into mine. Yes, Ronny, I think you might be right about that, I thought as I felt her hand give mine a reassuring squeeze. Looking back, I don't think they would've ever wanted me to give up like I had. They never would've wanted me to lose myself because of them. But I am found again, your bright light was what led my way.