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

Her memory was still fuzzy, but she knew something was out there. The danger wasn't gone; that thought terrified her. To ease her mind and give herself a much needed sense of control, she had put herself to work creating a new charger. When it came to monsters, aliens and threats there was no such thing as too much power. She had a design for a new charger in the works and hoped when it was complete it would put the Rangers a step above the looming mysterious threat.

There was so much to keep her busy, but Kendall still had time on her hand. Some of that time was dedicated to Cammy. Other time was for Koda and Iva. There was time that belonged to Chase and Kendall took plenty of time for herself – just to be alone. But there was still some time missing. It was time Kendall had once spent with Heckyl. Her eyes watered as she thought of him, though by now she could barely remember his face. He had won her friendship only to disappear suddenly, with no reason. She could barely remember his goodbye, but chalked that up to being overwhelm with emotions. She didn't like goodbyes. They had never been good to her. Never had someone who said goodbye ever returned for her.

"There's nothing I can say," he had told her, looking sympathetic. Kendall felt the lump in her through grow, choking her up. There was a heaviness in her chest and lurching in her stomach. Her eyes watered.

"Will you be back?" part of her knew the answer already. He would promise to return, but he never would. He was a musician, a traveling one at that. He had told her once before that Amber Beach was just another stop on his travels. He would find another town, another place with people who wanted to hear him play and forget all about the girl in Amber Beach.

"Yes," he had given her the expected answer. Kendall felt hope building up. She wanted to believe him. She hadn't given him a reason not to. At the same time, she felt stupid. She had been through this type of goodbye before and felt foolish for thinking there was a chance he was telling the truth. Even if he had the best of intentions now, he would never return. She had to accept that, and didn't want to allow herself to believe anything else. The fact that there was still a little bit of hope inside her shamed her deeply.

"Where are you going?" she had asked him. "How can I reach you?"

"You can't," there is was confirmation of what she already knew and a new wave of shame washed over her. She wouldn't be able to reach him, she couldn't keep in touch; eventually, she would be forgotten. Seeing the tears in her eyes, knowing this goodbye, like all others, was hard on her, Heckyl had reached out. He kissed her forehead softly, pulling away with a smile as he looked to her, almost lovingly, "I'll be back for you, Kendall Morgan. That's a promise."

Somehow, those words felt truer than anything anyone had uttered to her before. Something had come over her, breaking past her doubts and her defenses, making her think that maybe, this friendship was something worth holding onto. Maybe, Heckyl would miss her as much as she missed him.

"You have no idea how much I need you," he had told her and that was the last thing Kendall remembered of the goodbye. He left, guaranteeing a return. Kendall wanted to believe him. He had never let her down before. Still, waiting for the day he came back was painful. She longed to see him, to speak with him. She wanted to have a friend who allowed her to let go. Around Heckyl, she wasn't Kendall Morgan, Museum Owner, Energem Expert, Tech Expert and Purple Ranger. She was just Kendall.

She stepped off the stage as her karaoke song came to an end. She had longed to feel close to Heckyl and this was the best way she knew how. As she walked back to her table, she spotted someone sitting there. He was looking over, clapping excitedly. Kendall felt her cheeks turn red as she sat down with Koda.

"You very good singer," he told her with a big smile. Kendall gave a little nod of thanks before having a look around. This bar was the last place she thought anyone would expect or want her to be.

"How did you find me?"

"Follow you from museum," Koda answered honestly. It would have bothered her that he was keeping tabs on her, but she trusted he had a good reason. She cocked an eyebrow, asking that he share that reason with her and quickly. "I notice you look sad today. Want to find out why."

"And you didn't think to ask?"

"Did ask," Koda said. "You not answer then get zap by new charger."

Kendall looked down at her hand, seeing the small but still painful electrical burn she had suffered that morning. Her hand still tingled slightly, but was feeling much better. It was nothing she hadn't suffered before in her lab. In fact, it was one of the more minor injuries.

"Heckyl took me here a couple of times," Kendall said, having another look around the room. Koda growled under his breath at the mention of the name. While Chase had seen a monster who owned up to hurting and controlling Kendall, Koda still had a bad feeling where Heckyl was concerned. It didn't seem likely the traveling musician had anything to do with the incident, but Koda wasn't about to write him off completely. His disappearing right around the same time Kendall had been hurt was too suspicious to let go. Kendall heard Koda's growl, saw his muscle tense up and sighed. "I know, you're not a fan."

"Can't put nose to it," Koda said, "But Heckyl is bad man."

"You just need to get to know him a little better. He doesn't like opening up to just anyone."

"Kendall not like open up either," Koda told her. "But I never think Kendall is bad person. This is gut feeling. And gut not wrong."

"What do you have against Heckyl?" Kendall asked, sounding a little defensive. Koda looked to her, seeing her arms were crossed and she was glaring at him. He knew to tread carefully and hesitated to give an answer, allowing Kendall time to add, "He's the first person I reach out too. He's the first friend I've ever made that doesn't involve energems and spandex suits."

"Cammy is first person Kendall..."

"She needs friends her own age, I need friends my age."

"Koda is friend."

"You wear spandex!" Kendall growled. "I had to befriend you or you would have clubbed me to death."

"Not true," Koda argued. Kendall shook her head.

"Heckyl and I... we didn't owe each other anything. I didn't need him for anything. We just like each other's company. We're friends, Koda."

"I no trust him," Koda tried to reach out and take Kendall's hand, like she did for him when he got worked up but she pulled away.

"You don't have to trust him," she said. "You have to trust me. You have to trust that... that I can make friends too. That I can have friendships that aren't forged through a need to save the damn planet."

"But Kendall..."

"I've got to go," Kendall muttered as she grabbed her purse and walked out. Koda watched her leave before taking a look at the drink she left on the table. He picked it up to smell, then brought it over to the bartender.

"My friend drink?" he asked.

"Liquid courage," the bartender nodded, taking the glass to inspect it. "Most of the performers take a couple sips or so before they go up, especially the newbies. But this isn't alcohol."

"Not bad water?" Koda frowned, taking another sniff. He hadn't been able to smell any alcohol in the class itself, but this bar was filled with the stench of it, he needed to be sure.

"Well, it's not filtered," the bartender answered. "But it's not going to make anyone sick."

Koda gave a little nod then reached into his pockets. Kendall had stormed out, and from his past trips to restaurants he knew they typically paid for food and drinks after they were consumed. He thought Kendall had left without paying and that he would need to cover for her. However, his money was refused.

"Water is free," the bartender said, then pointed to a jar beside the register. "But tips are welcomed."

"Yes, tips," Koda nodded. He received a lot of them at work. He placed his ten dollar bill inside the jar and then hurried off after Kendall. The good news was that she wasn't drunk. The bad news: he had upset her. He wanted to make sure, wherever she went, she made it there safe.

"Wow, a ten dollar tip for a glass of water," the bartender smirked, lifting out Koda's bill. "He may be clueless, but I'll have him back anytime."