Disclaimer: I don't own them and I ain't rich...yet
A/N: This is an AU story based on PRiS, LG, and what happened after that...
The kids are quiet, no doubt sleeping to heal from the bruises of the last monster attack. They don't know that I know who they are; they don't know who I was. They think they are the only ones in this family with that secret. I want to tell them, but my lips still on the words, my hands shake in the effort and I know that I can't tell them. They are, after all, young; living on the thrill of battle.
There is no fear in them that someone will come for them, they did not flee across galaxies to find this safe haven. They only know what is; the battles that are given to them to fight. They laugh, I know, at my 'little habits', like checking the doors every night, keeping our security on the cutting edge, insisting that they learn to defend themselves.
They cannot remember that once, we were refugees, come to this tiny planet in the middle of nowhere with prices on our heads and that of our family. I cannot tell them the dangers we once faced, when they were babies, not to their faces. The old fear is still there. Instead, I will write it down; from the moment I realized I could be more, until I found my small measure of peace. Paige will help; she always does, as will the others. This will be our memories, and a memorial for our fallen siblings, you see, we were Rangers once too.