A/N: This is a story plot that I've kept coming back to, it's an AU were Zordon isn't a giant floating head, but a man that can't age and he owns a foster home where the power rangers live. While it will follow the tv show pretty closely, it will concentrate more on their personal lives. The ups and down of growing up. It got pretty long so I am breaking it up into different books. This first one will be Little!Rangers.

Prologue: All Alone Together

Part one: Zordon's Backstory:

Sixteen year old Zordon strolled down the street of the marketplace, carrying a basket. Tonight was the Feast of Heroes, and his mother had sent him to the market to pick up some things she had forgotten. Just then a teenage boy ran in front of him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Mr. Perfect," he taunted.

"Hello Zedd," Zordon stated, ignoring his teasing, his mother had taught him to keep a level head.

Zedd nodded, looking around, "Is your sister with you?" he asked, he didn't want to admit it but he had a slight crush on Zordon's twin sister, Mystic.

Zordon shook his head, "Mystic's at home, Mother asked her to watch Rito." Rito was Zordon and Mystic's baby brother, who followed his older sister around like a lost puppy. Zordon thought it was adorable, Mystic found it annoying.

Just then there was a loud explosion and cogs appeared, tipping over stalls and attacking anybody that got in their way. Back at the house, Zordon's mother gasped in alarm, "Zordon's out there!" she exclaimed.

Her husband shrugged, grabbing her arm as she tried to run pass, "Zordon's a powerful wizard, top of his class, he'll be fine, he knows how to fight."

She shook her head, "He's never fought before, he could get hurt, I need to find him!" with that she pulled free and hurried outside. Her husband only hoped that Zordon would be able to protect her.

Zordon heard the scream long before he saw her, Uma was a beautiful girl in his class that he absolutely adored, and she was in trouble. He rushed over and threw up a force field protecting Uma. At that moment he saw it. His mother was pinned down by cogs and the cog was about to deliver the final blow. Zordon was trapped, if he lowered the force field the cogs would be upon him and Uma, and there was no way he could get to his mother in time anyway. He could only stay and protect Uma as he watch as his mother was killed.

... Several years later...

Zordon felt pain rip through his body as one of Rita's spells broke through his protection spell. Apparently his sister had gotten stronger since their mother's death. He shook his head, he could never understand why Mystic would change her name to Rita. Or why she would try to destroy her own home planet.

It was probably Zedd, Zordon didn't understand her fascination with the guy, but he knew that it was something he was worried about. He shook his head. Focus Zordon, he growled to himself as he started to chant a spell that would seal his sister away and protect his family.

At the same time Rita started chanting a spell to stop him, but Zordon pulled up a stronger protection spell around him before continuing his chant. Finally a dumpster appeared and sucked Rita and her minions into it, trapping them.

Zordon lowered his protection spell, certain that it was no longer needed. It wasn't until he was thrown ten feet before blacking out that he realized that he had made a big mistake.

Zordon slowly stood up, looking around, he was alone except for the dumpster filled with his sister and her minions. He stood up and examined himself, Rita's spell should have trapped him in a time warp, instead it was preventing him from passing through time. He was stuck as a middle age man for the rest of eternity. He glanced at the dumpster, he needed to find a place for him to hide the dumpster were no one could find it. There was one place he could go, a planet far away that didn't have any technology advanced organisms living on it.

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Part two: Kim's backstory:

Six-year-old Kimberly Anne Hart was hiding in her closet, hugging her stuffed puppy as she tried to ignore the loud shouting coming from the living room. Her parents were fighting again and she knew that the best thing to do was stay out of the way. Sometimes they wouldn't see her come into the room and she could get hurt. So she stayed in her closet, crying. Why did her Mommy and Daddy have to fight so much?

Just then there was a large crash and the sound of something shattering as it was thrown against her door. The front door to the house slammed into the wall and then slammed shut causing the whole house to shake. There was the sound of a car door slamming shut and a car tearing out of the drive way.

Kim frowned as she waited until she was certain that the fight was over. After there had been silence for some time she crawled out of the closet and opened the door to her room. A vase laid shattered next to her door. She skirted around it and knocked on her parents door next door, "Mommy," she called out, "Where did Daddy go?"

The door opened and her mom peered down at her daughter, she wasn't going to admit it out loud, but she thought that her husband would have taken the little girl with him. He was the one who accused her of neglecting their daughter, "He left, you need to go back to bed." She answered shortly.

Little Kim frowned, "I wanted him to tuck me in, when will he be back."

Caroline Hart growled at her daughter, "He's not coming back, besides you're old enough you don't need to be tucked in. Now go to bed." With that she slammed the door in the six year old's face.

Kim stared at the door with tear filled eyes, who was going to sing her her special nighttime song then?

The next day Kim was doing her homework at the kitchen table. At the moment the little six year old was all alone. Her daddy still hadn't returned and her Mommy hadn't got home from work, or wherever it was that she spent her days. She was fine with this, she liked it. It was better than hearing her parents fight all the time.

That was when she heard a car pull up into the driveway. She jumped up, her daddy must be back, it was too early for it to be her mommy. She hurried over to the door and flung it open, "Dadd..." the word died on her lips, it wasn't her daddy. She looked up quizzically at the tall man who was holding her mother's hand. She had never seen him before.

The man gave her a cold look, before turning to her mother, "You did not tell me that you had a child," he said, almost with a huff.

Caroline frowned, "Is that a problem? She's well behaved and she hardly ever gets in the way."

The man huffed, "I don't care for children, I like to travel and don't have time to deal with children."

Ms. Tami frowned, Kimberly Hart, one of her dance students, was still there, even though her class had ended two hours ago. She had tried to get a hold of the young girl's parents and almost wished she hadn't. Kimberly's father had answered his work phone and explained in no uncertain terms that he wanted nothing to do with the child. She shook her head, she knew that this would happen eventually. She, along with half of Angel Grove, knew that Caroline never had been faithful to her husband, which her parents had forced her to marry after finding out that she was pregnant. Caroline never answered.

She sighed, she would have to call the authorities on this one.

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part three Jason's backstory:

Six year old Jason hugged his parents, both of them were dressed as police officers.

His father ruffled his hair, "Have a good time at school, Kiddo, your mom and I will pick you up afterward, okay?"

Jason laughed, grabbing his bag and heading into the school building.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon when Officer Stone entered the elementary school. Why did he get the hard job? Why did he have to explain to a six year old that his parents were never coming home again? That bad people killed them.

He knew that someone had to do it, but why did it have to be him? To make matters worse the young child didn't have any other relatives. So he would be escorting him to Angel Grove Haven for Homeless Children after school. At least he was young, he shouldn't have problems being placed out in a home. He might even get adopted.

As the young boy entered the office, Officer Stone took a deep breath, he hated this.

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Part four: Billy's backstory:

Six year old Billy screamed as he was flung into the water. He didn't know how to swim. As he thrashed around in the water his father suddenly appeared next to him, "Calm down Billy, your flotation device will prevent you from drowning." With that his father lead him towards the rocks that had capsized their boat and helped Billy climb up them. "Stay up here Billy, you'll be safe up here."

"Where is Mother?" Billy asked, squinting his eyes at his father, his glasses had fallen off when he had been thrown into the water.

His father looked around, "I don't know Son, stay here, I'll go look for her!" With that his father dove back under the surface of the water.

Billy sat on the rock, rubbing his arms together to stay warm, it was warm but he was in cold water. He needed to move somewhere warmer before he caught hypothermia. He stood up and walked across the rocks to the bank and found a sunny spot on it to wait for his parents.

Several hours later he was shivering as the sun set, why hadn't his parents came for him yet? didn't they know where he was at? He shifted, making himself comfortable, removing his life jacket so he could use it as a pillow.

The next day Billy woke up with a frown, his parents still hadn't found him. He sat up when he heard some laughing coming from the river. He walked up to the bank and started to signal to a group of older boys wearing scout uniforms and a couple of adults with them.

One of the canoes pulled up to the bank, "What's going on?" the leader in the canoe asked.

Billy frowned, "Our boat capsized Yesterday. Father helped me get out of the water and I have been waiting for him to return with Mother. Only they had yet to return to our designated rendezvous place as of yet. I fear that they will not return, seeing as they have yet to make an appearance."

The leader blinked in surprised, for such a young boy he had quite the vocabulary.

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Part five: Trini's backstory:

"I don't want you to go." Six-year-old Trini stated, stomping her foot. She didn't want her parents to go rock climbing at dead men cliff, the name just sounded wrong.

Mrs. Kwan nodded her head, "Don't worry sweetheart, if you want you can come with us."

Trini shook her head, "No, I'll just watch you from here." she stated, sitting down as her dad hooked himself to a harness.

She watched as her parents climbed down the cliff, "Be careful," she said, unaware that that would be her last words to them. Five minutes later there was a loud snapping sound as the rope broke that was holding her parents up. Trini rushed to the edge of the cliff to see her parents plunge off the face of the cliff.

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Part Six: Zack's backstory:

Six-year-old Zack quickly slammed the door to his room and locked it before checking his arm, he thought it might be broken, again. He took a deep breath as he heard his parents laughing loudly in the living room as they cranked up the music. He glanced at his clock, eleven o'clock at night. The party wouldn't be over for another three hours, unless the police arrived.

One hour later Zack woke up to the sound of sirens outside. He opened his door a crack to peer into the living room. The police were talking to his parents. One of the officers looked over at the sound of the squeaking door opening. He saw a little face with an angry looking bruise on his face.

"Hey buddy," the officer said, stepping towards him, "Don't mind us, we're just talking to your parents, come on why don't I tuck you back in."

Zack stared at the officer, "No one's ever tuck me in before," he stated.

The officer frowned, noticing how his arm was in an odd angle, "What's wrong with your arm there, son?"

Zack shrugged, "It's broken."

"How did it break?" the officer coaxed.

"My parents were mad at me because I got in their way," Zack said, shrugging, he was use to it.

The officer frowned, "Your parents are going away on a little vacation and I want to take you somewhere to stay until your parents come home."

Zack winkled his nose, "Do I have to come back here when they get back?"

"It depends if your parents promise not to hurt you ever again rather or not you come back here with them." He promised.

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A/N: What do you think? Next time Zordon will become a foster parent. I bet you can guess who the kids are. Please review.