Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Dino Charge. This story is fan-made.
Kendall made her way through the museum, her tablet in hand. Generally, she could read it without any issues but today it had her baffled. Despite only a couple of them being scheduled to work, all of the Rangers were in the museum. Yet, wherever she looked, she couldn't find them. She had tried the cafe, she had tried the exhibits. She even tried the loading dock, thinking maybe she had forgotten about a shipment. Her tablet must have been wrong. Maybe there was a problem with her scanners. Perhaps it wasn't picking up on their energem's signals correctly.
Finding one of her tour guides, she briefly interrupted him to ask after Chase, figuring it would raise the least suspicion if she asked after her boyfriend rather than the entire team. The tour guide seemed confident in his answer that Chase had mentioned waiting for her in her office. Kendall thanked her employee, but didn't think he had been much help. What would Chase be doing in her office? He knew it was just for show.
Still, it was the only lead she had so she made her way down. When she walked in, she wasn't surprised to see it empty. Neither Chase nor the other Rangers were there. However, on her desk was a note. She picked it up, reading it quickly. The note told her to take the slide down to the lab.
"This better be good," she said and opened up the tunnel with the slide. When she made her way down, the lab was dark. She tried to look around for the light switch. When she found it, she flicked it on. Suddenly, she heard a loud pop, streamers seem to fall from the sky, and her whole team and her parents were standing at her work station, yelling out "Surprise!". What was most shocking was the lab looked completely restored.
"What is this?" Kendall asked, clutching her hand to her chest as she was caught off guard. Her mother approached her with a smile.
"It's your birthday party."
"My birthday was a week and a half ago," Kendall answered.
"But I missed it," Cammy said as she rushed over with a big box in her hands, wrapped in a purple bow. "So we had to celebrate again."
Kendall took the box that was clearly for her and opened it. Inside, she found a couple of little gifts from everyone. She received a necklace from Chase, a new chess set from Riley and Tyler and Shelby put their money together to pay for a cave art style painting of a plesiosaur (or at least, that was what they told her. Given the art seemed familiar, Kendall assumed they had paid Koda. Still, she loved the gift). Ivan offered Kendall a gold token he had received from the King of Zandar in his time and Koda had made Kendall a friendship bracelet, likely having relied on Cammy both for the idea and to teach him how.
But what intrigued Kendall most was the large brown envelop in the box. She reached in and took it out, looking rather confused by it before her mother spoke.
"We really hope you like it," she said. Kendall wasn't sure what it could be. She knew her mother, on occasion, liked to paint, and thought maybe it was a piece of art, though the envelop was much too thin to be on canvas. Maybe it was a letter from her parents that they had written to her shortly after she left.
She was definitely curious to see what was inside, and wasted no time tearing open the envelope. As she did, she couldn't help but noting in the corner of her eye Cammy beaming with excitement. It was as if the little girl couldn't contain how happy she was for Kendall to be receiving the gift.
When Kendall finally pulled out the contents of the envelope, she could see why. Inside was a new birth certificate and several adoption forms. She frowned, looking up at her parents.
"I don't understand," she said before reading the birth certificate and noticing that the Fishers were listed as her parents. "I..."
"You're now my sister!" Cammy cried out happily, wrapping her arms around Kendall. "It's real and everything!"
"I... For real?" Kendall removed her glasses. She couldn't see anything without them, but the gift before her was so unbelievable, she didn't know what else to do. Her mother nodded her head.
"Jon and I were devastated the night we had to refuse your adoption," she explained. "And seeing the way it hurt you, we've never lived that pain down."
"We always wanted to make you a part of our family," Mr. Fisher continued with a big smile. "But as we explained before, at the time it just wasn't best for you that we legally bring you into our family. Things are different now, you're back in our lives and with everything that's going on, your mother, brother, sister and I all agreed that it was best that legally you were just as much a part of our family as anyone else."
"But... how?" Kendall asked, shaking her head with utmost confusion.
"I've been working overtime quite a bit to get this favour in," her father said. "I managed to pull a few strings to get this done secretly. And Shelby here was a big help."
"Shelby?" Kendall turned to the pink Ranger, the shock obvious on her face. Shelby shrugged.
"They did need your consent," Shelby explained. "And we all know you're most dismissive of me. So we used that to our advantage. That inventory sheet I had you sign a few months back was actually a form giving your consent to being adopted but being unable to attend the court date due to pressing personal matters. I waited until you were extremely busy in the lab so you wouldn't bother to read it over."
"And she did great," Mrs. Fisher said as she put her arms around Shelby. "We just hope this is okay."
"It's... incredible," Kendall nodded her head, still a little surprised by the gift. Cammy nodded as well.
"I didn't even know grownups could get adopted!"
"I can't believe this. Any of this," Kendall said as she looked around the lab. "This is amazing. Everything looks great. The adoption..."
"Still don't think birthdays are a good idea?" Jeremy teased her. Kendall smiled before she felt a tug on her arm that almost made her drop her gifts. It was Cammy, trying to get her to head towards the cake. However, just as they arrived at the table, Kendall's work phone rang. Just as she was about to answer it, her father took it from her hands.
"You're not working today," he told her. "You're celebrating."
"My employees know only to call if it's urgent."
"Then I can handle it," Mr. Fisher insisted and took the phone from her. "Have fun. Whatever they need, I think I can take of it."
Kendall nodded, allowing her father to leave with her phone to handle the matter. Mr. Fisher made his way to the elevator, taking it up to the museum. Once there, he made his way to the front entrance.
"My daughter's busy in a meeting," he said. "She asked me to handle the matter."
The woman gestured to the cafe. Mr. Fisher thanked her and walked over. At first glance, the cafe was running smoothly. Customers were placing orders which were being made and brought out in a timely manner. Everyone seemed happy. But Mr. Fisher noticed one man sitting in the back corner in a booth by himself. He seemed very sickly, almost like he should have been in the hospital instead of spending the day in a museum. The father of three had a feeling this was where the problem lay and decided to make his way over.
"Have you placed an order?" he asked, trying to be friendly just in case this man wasn't causing any trouble.
"I'm waiting for my daughter."
"Would you like us to page for her?"
"I've already asked for that. She's not coming."
"If she's somewhere in the museum, I'm sure we can find her. The tour guides are pretty good at remembering faces. I'm sure they've seen her."
"They know her," the man said, looking up at Mr. Fisher with anger. "She's their boss."
Mr. Fisher felt his blood run cold. There was no way...
"Mr. Morgan?" he asked and the man nodded.
"Tell my damn daughter that if she doesn't show up, I'm causing a scene."
"You don't have a daughter," Mr. Fisher stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You gave her up."
"Is that what she's saying?"
"That's the message I received," Mr. Fisher nodded. "When her social worker approached my wife and I saying our foster daughter was legally able to be adopted because her father had finally given up his rights."
Mr. Morgan looked a little shocked to be staring at the man who had looked after his daughter all these years and suddenly didn't seem to want to cause much disruption. He tried to get out of the booth, but Mr. Fisher grabbed his arm.
"You have some nerve showing up here."
"You don't even know why I'm here."
"I know what you've done. I know how much you hurt my little girl. Especially lately."
"Me? Hurt her?"
"Where were you when she needed you?" Mr. Fisher growled. "When she was crying out for a father, why didn't you show up?"
"I don't have to put up with any of this."
"If you don't want to be a father, that's fine," Mr. Fisher said as he followed Mr. Morgan out. A task made easy by the fact that it seemed Mr. Morgan was barely able to hold himself up, never mind march out of the cafe. "But if that's the case, the decent thing to do would be to stay out of her life. What makes you think it's at all appropriate to show up like this? To ask her for anything?"
"Don't follow me."
"You have nothing to give my daughter," Mr. Fisher stated firmly. "You have no reason to be here. Whatever you have to say, she doesn't need to hear it. Do you hear me?"
Mr. Morgan stopped walking, but he didn't answer. Mr. Fisher came around so he was face to face with him. "Do you hear me, you bastard? She doesn't need to..."
Mr. Fisher was interrupted with Mr. Morgan suddenly collapsed into his arms. Mr. Fisher brought him to the floor, trying to rouse him, but when it was clear he wouldn't be successful he shouted out to one of the waiters to call an ambulance.
"Shit," he muttered.