Obligatory disclaimer: I own nothing of the Power Rangers nor do I know who currently owns them. Any other questions?

Introduction: I've always wanted to do a reunion story with PR, so here it is. I've tried to keep with the timeline of the show as well as possible. I've had to take a few liberties here and there but I hope I've preserved enough to make it believable.

Okay, I'm here, now what?

Dr. Thomas Oliver stood in the atrium of Angel Grove Regional Airport and was completely lost. He'd stepped off the plane from New York moments before and was now trying to decide where to go next. He'd arrived in Angel Grove for the reunion a day early because his travel agent said he would get a better deal. The only luggage he'd brought was a large wheeled carryon so he didn't have to go to baggage claim. His mother was expecting him, but he wasn't in a hurry to get home, the truth was, he wasn't thrilled about being there in the first place.

It had been nine years, and since then he hadn't set foot in Angel Grove, not once. It wasn't until the woman from the reunion committee called him that he even thought about coming home.

"Tommy?" A light male voice said from behind him. "Tommy is that you?"

Tommy turned and saw a tall man of Asian decent standing in front of him. His hair was cropped short but his eyes were still as bright as Tommy remembered them.

"Adam!" Tommy forced a smile. You have to do this eventually, he thought. "How are you?"

He stepped forward extending a hand to his old friend. Adam shook the hand, then stepped forward taking Tommy into a light one-armed hug.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" Adam said stepping back. "How have you been?"

"Good, good," Tommy said. "How are you?"

"Oh, great. Tanya is going to be so happy to see you. She took Katie to the bathroom. Where are you staying?"

"Umm, Bulkmeier's," Tommy said.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Adam said. "Can you believe Bulk and Skull became successful business men?"

"Yeah," Tommy laughed. "It's a really great place. Right on the beach. You should come down and see it, the restaurant's amazing."

"You go there a lot?"

Tommy swallowed and worked to keep his face even. "I used to, but I haven't been here for awhile. But I'm sure it's the same."

"Tommy?"

Tommy and Adam both turned to see Tanya approaching flanked by a young girl with skin the color of caramel.

"Oh, my God, hi!" Tommy didn't even try to stop the hug this time. There would be no stopping Tanya anyway.

"Hey, Tanya!" he said. He looked down at the little girl. "This must be Katie."

Tanya's hand went automatically behind the young girl, who looked to be about five or six. She had long smooth hair that draped her face like a curtain when she hid in her mother's dress.

"She's shy," Adam said quietly.

Tommy nodded. Adam and Tanya were married and had a daughter. He should have known that. Where before he hadn't wanted to move, he now felt an urgency to get away. "Well, you guys probably have a lot to take care of; I don't want to hold you up."

"No, that's fine," Adam said. "It takes forever for baggage claim to get through. Do you want to walk down with us?"

"Uh, sure," Tommy said. He had to go that way to exit anyway. The short walk wouldn't hurt him.

"So, what have you been up to?" Tanya asked as they walked.

"Uh, I'm a teacher in Riverside," he said. "Or at least I will be this fall."

"Oh that's awesome!" Tanya said. "Adam's a teacher too."

"Really?" Tommy said. "What do you teach?"

"English and Literature."

Tommy laughed. Adam had always loved to read. He looked at Tanya. "What do you do?"

"Oh my god, is that Billy?"

Tommy spun around scanning the crowd. "Where?"

"There."

Tommy looked to where Adam was pointing, but it wasn't at the crowd, it was at the shelf of a nearby gift shop displaying the latest magazines. On the top shelf were three stacks of WIRED magazine with the picture of Billy Cranston flanked by four other men, surrounding a very lifelike looking robot. The headline read "MIT Dream Team creates Medical History."

Adam picked up a copy and flipped through it. "'William Cranston and his students…' it is Billy!" He read through the article for a second then began quoting. "'the MIT assistant professor and his team of grad students won the contest sponsored by Merck Inc. to create a medical robot capable of performing simple surgical procedures without the aid of a doctor.' That is amazing!"

"Sounds like Billy," Tommy said. "I think I need a copy of that."

Assistant Professor Cranston, known as "Pro-B" to his students, hand-picked the team of young techs from multiple backgrounds to assist on this project and, not just from among top students.

"I wasn't just looking for computer nerds," Cranston said. "This was a project that required creativity and personality. I needed people used to thinking outside the box."

Kimberly Hart-Barnes sighed as she turned the page in the magazine. That's so great, Billy. I'm so happy for you.

She continued through the article, detailing aspects of the robot's design and the successful surgeries it had performed. When she got the end of the article there was a another picture of Billy and his companions, including the three doctors from Harvard Medical School that had been brought in to supervise, surrounding the robot, affectionately named "Scrub."

"Ma'am, we're here."

Kim looked up and almost dropped the magazine. She'd been so engrossed in the article she hadn't even felt the cab stop. "Oh," she said. "Thank you."

"Do you need help with your luggage?"

"No, I can get it." She angled out of the car door and walked around to the trunk. The driver was already there pulling her large pink suitcase out onto the sidewalk. She paid him in cash, including a generous tip, and walked into the hotel.

The lobby was bright and open, and you could see straight through the massive glass wall all the way to the beach. There were already hundreds of people milling about in the afternoon sun. Kim pulled her suitcase to the front desk. A very large man in black was shuffling papers at the counter against the wall. His back was to her and he didn't notice her approach.

"Excuse me?"

The man turned. "Yes, welcome to Bulkmeier's, how may I-Kimberly?"

"Bulk, is that you?"

The man broke into a smile. He was a good ten pounds lighter, and his clothing was a little more chic, but it was the same old Bulk.

"Look at you," he said coming to the counter. Then his face fell. "Are you here for the reunion? I don't remember your name on the reservation list."

"It's under Kimberly Barnes," she said.

"Oh," he typed the name into the computer. "Yes, there it is." Then he turned his head quickly and shouted, "Skull! Get out here!" He turned his attention back to Kim. "So you got married?"

"Divorced," Kim said quickly.

"Oh, well…" Bulk typed a few more keys on the computer then turned again. "Skull!"

"I'm busy!" came a voice from somewhere behind the counter.

"Kimberly's here!"

A slim man with spiky black hair suddenly darted out of the room and came around the counter. His face lit up immediately when he saw her.

"Kimberly!" He ran and before she could react gathered her in a big bear hug. "How are you?"

"Good, good. Uh, could you put me down?"

"Oh, sorry." She felt her feet touch the floor as Skull stepped back. He looked exactly the same as he had in high school. He was even wearing the old Einstein t-shirt she'd seen on him a million times.

"You just missed Tommy," Bulk said. "He checked in about an hour ago. And Billy's upstairs. He's been here all week."

"Billy's here?" Kim said thinking of the magazine stuffed into her oversized purse.

"Yeah," Bulk said. "He and his wife rented a suit."

"It's their honeymoon," Skull said.

"You're not supposed to tell people that, NumbSkull!" Bulk barked at him. "They wanted to keep it quiet."

Skull put a finger to his lips. "Shhh…our little secret."

"When did he get married?"

"Oh, they've been married," Skull said. "They just didn't get a honeymoon because of the whole robot thing."

"Don't ask for a magazine, we ran out two days ago," Bulk said. "Can't keep them on the shelves."

"It's okay, I have one," Kim said.

Bulk held out a small folder to Kimberly. "Okay, you're all checked in. You have access to the beach front, pool, workout rooms, and lounge. Oh, and this." He held out a bright orange flyer to her. "Since so many people arrived early for the reunion we're having a little pre-reunion mixer tonight at the beach club downstairs."

Kimberly took the flyer and looked at it. "Okay, thank you."

"If they're anything else you need, just ask!" Bulk smiled brightly.

"Do you need help getting to your room?" Skull asked, eyeing the large pink suitcase.

"No, I got it," Kim said taking hold of the suitcase and heading for the elevator.

"Just call if you need anything!" Bulk said.

"Yeah, day or night!" Skull followed up as she walked away.

Jason waved a hand in front of his face to keep the smoke away and resisted the urge to cough. Rodger, the part time cook he'd just hired was coughing madly into his elbow. The smoke was beginning to thin and Jason could see the baking sheet on the rack, black mounds of ash that were meant to be calzones, covered in white foam from the fire extinguisher in his hand.

This was the second fire in two weeks. He was going to need to replace the oven.

I'm going to have two hundred people in here in tomorrow, he thought. What else could go wrong?

He sighed and turned to see Katherine standing at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Fire's out. But this oven's shot. Get on the phone and call the repairman again; see if he can get out here today."

"The reunion's this weekend," Kat said. "We can't have a fire on our hands."

"I know that!" he shot out. "That's why I asked you do take care of it today!"

Kat gave him a hard look then turned on heel and walked out of the room.

Goddammit I don't need this!

"Katherine, wait!"

He dropped the fire extinguisher on the floor and left the kitchen to Roger, following his wife back to the office. He saw her disappear into the back room and caught the door just as she was slamming it shut.

"Kat, I'm sorry!" he said pushing his way in.

She didn't stop him opening the door but went to the small cluttered desk and began digging through papers.

"I don't know how much more of this we can take," he said. "First we're sighted for outdated equipment and have to replace everything, then we lose half the inventory to ants and almost lose our health code status, and now the oven is out again. If we have to replace it we won't make the mortgage and we're going to lose this place."

"You think I don't know that?" Katherine snapped. "You think I don't know that we're going to lose everything in a matter of weeks no matter what we do?"

Jason just sighed. Of course she knew. She knew better than him. She was the one who sat in this office all night adding up receipts, trying to squeeze out enough money to keep the bills paid. She was the one who worked part time at a clothing store so they wouldn't lose their house too. They'd only been married for a year when he'd come home with the idea to buy Ernie's place and try to save it, and she'd been nothing but supportive. She'd quit her job at the dance school to teach here for free, she'd spent every evening and weekend working the juice bar so they wouldn't have to hire another waitress right away. She'd even put her own savings into the down payment so he could get a better interest rate on the loan.

And now it looked like it was all going to be for nothing, and it would be his fault.

"Maybe we should just let Stanley have it," Jason said.

"Is that what you want?" Katherine asked quietly.

Stanley was a lawyer that had been coming around the last few weeks trying to get him to turn over the Youth Center to his client. Apparently, the client was in negotiations to buy the place from the bank. Jason had spent a week talking to lawyers and discovered that there wasn't much he could do about it. If they bank sold the note to Stanley's client he could insert himself as a partner in the business and do what ever he wanted to the Youth Center.

"No," Jason said but it wasn't very convincing. This place had been his dream. It meant too much to him to just let it go. If he was going down he was going down fighting, just like he always did. "We can't give up yet."

"We may not have a choice," Katherine said. She took a step towards him and touched his arm gently. "I know this place was your dream, but we can't do this alone. We can try to stay on after Stanley takes over, or we can give it up to him."

Jason shook his head. "I'm not giving up," he said. "Not yet."

Katherine nodded. "Okay."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry too."

She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "I hope hosting this reunion isn't the last thing we ever do."

Rocky fell into bed exhausted. It had been a horrible day. Anthony had misplaced his brand new soccer cleats, again, making him late for practice, the twins had spent the afternoon fighting over the Barbie house, causing a two hour double tantrum that had woken Brian up from his nap early, meaning he was cranky the rest of the day. When Silvia had gotten home, dinner was late, the baby was crying and the garlic bread was burning in the oven.

Just a typical day at the DeSanto house.

He felt a movement behind him as Silvia climbed into bed. A second later he felt her hand slip between his arm and his ribs and her lips on the back of his neck.

"Bad day," she asked quietly.

He replied with a deep moan and buried his face in the pillow.

"You want to go to work tomorrow?" she asked. She always asked when he had a bad day, mostly because she knew what the answer would be.

"No," he said. "Tomorrow will be better. Don't forget we're leaving right after school for Angel Grove."

She was kissing his shoulder now. "I didn't forget," she said. "Kelly's going to handle the Bernard wedding. I will be totally at your disposal."

Rocky smiled into the pillow as her kissing resumed. Her hand slid over his stomach and headed south.

"You're not too tired are you?"

Rocky moaned happily as she took hold of him. He was that tired, but it had been weeks since she'd been home early. She ran her own catering business and May and June were huge wedding seasons. Plus, despite the fact that their trip to Angel Grove was technically a vacation, they would be staying at his mother's house, not the most romantic setting.

He rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. She was kissing him hard, and moving against him.

Then the bedroom door banged as it was thrown open, making them both jump.

"Daddy, Abby's throwing up," a small voice said.

Abby's twin sister Kayla was standing in the doorway, her Little Mermaid nightdress hanging two inches too short around her legs.

"Goddammit all to hell!"

"Daddy said a bad word," Kayla whined.

"Daddy is about to say a lot of bad words."

"Mom-my!"

Rocky looked up and saw Silvia holding a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Go help you sister, I'll be there in a minute," he said.

Kayla disappeared and Silvia moved to the side.

"Do you want me to help?" she asked.

Rocky was out of bed and headed for the door. "No," he said. "It was probably the salad. Every time she eats egg lately she throws up. The doctor said if it happens again to bring her in for allergy testing."

"God I hope she's not allergic to egg," Silvia said. "That would be a disaster."

"Hmmph," Rocky said as he marched out of the room.

The four year old had made it to the bathroom, just not to the toilet, so the mess wasn't too difficult to clean up. He settled both the girls into their beds, checked on the baby, and made it back to the bedroom within an hour.

Silvia was lying in bed still awake when he got there. He climbed in bed and slid over to her side, hoping the mood hadn't been ruined too much. He started kissing her neck softly, pulling her a little closer with each kiss.

"Rocky?"

"Mmm-hmm?" He was working his way down her chest, which was covered with a thin black tank top. Slowly, he moved one hand down to the hem, preparing to pull it up.

"Are we done having kids?"

"God, I hope so," he said without thinking, but when she shifted away from him he felt his stomach drop out.

"I'm serious," she said. "Do you want to have more kids?"

Oh, God, she can't be pregnant again, there's no way!

"Uh, I don't know, maybe," he said cautiously.

"Really?" she said. "I mean, four is a big family. I know you had a lot of brothers and sisters and I love having so many kids, but, I like things the way they are now, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess." He still wasn't sure how to respond. He definitely liked they way things were. He liked being home with the kids while she worked. He liked picking them up from school, and making them dinner every night. He even liked doing homework. Sure, it meant spending the majority of your day dressing Barbie dolls and watching Disney movies and cleaning bodily fluids off the bathroom floor, but in the end he'd rather be hunting for Barbie's missing shoe than sitting behind a desk pushing paper, or tending bar at night like he had been when they met.

"Are you sure?" Silvia asked.

"Yeah," he said. "You know I love being home with the kids."

"But you think four is enough?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Then I think I should have my tubes tied."

Rocky jaw dropped. He'd expected to be told they were having another baby, not that that they would never have one again.

"Say something!" Silvia said when he didn't answer.

But he couldn't speak. He didn't know the words for it. He pushed himself away and rolled back against the pillows. Silvia came over and rested her head on his chest looking up at him.

"I've been thinking a lot about this," she said. "We've had four kids in eight years. That's a big family. The business is great, we're making good money, even saving a little. And Brian is going to be three soon so he can go to school in the fall and then you'll have your days to yourself. You've been saying for months that you want to get back into shape. You could start teaching karate again if you wanted. I think it's time you did something for yourself. What do you think?"

Rocky sighed. He didn't know what to think. When he'd met Silvia he'd been tending bar in a hotel lounge. He'd tried college, but didn't know what he wanted to do. The only thing he ever loved was teaching karate, which he tried to do full time, but it just wasn't enough money in it. Then, when Anthony had been born, Silvia's business was taking off, and the money was good, so he'd quit his job and stayed home with the baby so she could work.

It had been rough at first, the money was tight with the new business, and being home with a newborn is a hard task no matter how much money you have. But by the time Anthony was four business was booming, they were moving into a nice house in the suburbs, and he was practically begging for another baby. He felt like he'd finally found his calling. Being home with the kids meant he got to spend his days playing kickball and having tickle fights, and going to the zoo and the park and playgroups. It was like being a big kid.

And the best part was it made Silvia happy. She loved the kids and was a great mom, but cooking was her passion and owning a catering business had been her dream her whole life. He didn't have dreams like that, and it seemed pointless to spoil her dream so he could work a job he hated. He didn't feel like less of a man because he didn't work, in fact, it was mostly the opposite. She was relieved when he volunteered to quit his job and stay home, and he had to admit he got a small thrill when he went to a store or playgroup and some mom would gush over him for being a stay at home dad.

She was right about the martial arts thing too. That was the one thing he missed from his old life. He'd been good at it, and it had been a central part of his life for as long as he could remember. He'd always said he'd get back into it someday, when the kids were older, when things were slower. Well, maybe that time was now.

"Okay," he said. "Let's do it."

"Really?" Silvia said.

"Yeah," he said. "You're right. We have a good family, and I'm happy with it. And I would like to do martial arts again. If you really want to do this, then we can do it."

She smiled wide and then she was kissing him. "Thank you," she said. Then she was kissing him again hard and intense and he pulled her in his hand moving over her, feeling her body on top of him, begging for more.

"Rocky," she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

"I love you."

"I love you too."