A/N: I just felt like doing a sequel. Leave me alone.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, only wish I did ('specially Tommy. Meow!!)

Summary: The ten remaining Rangers and the four Dino Thunder Rangers are brought together one more time by a menace they thought long since gone.

Explosions, everywhere. I ducked, covered my face. What else was there to do?

A voice, one I knew. "This way! We have to get you outta here!"

"Not without you guys!" I shouted back.

"You're the only one who can do this, the only one who can start it. If you die, the universe is fucked. You HAVE to get outta here!"

More explosions. The ship was being destroyed around us.

Despite my protests, my black-dressed friend dragged me to an escape pod. I desperately wanted to help find the others, but what could I do?

I could. . .

No. I'd sworn never again. But would it help, now?

"Go!" my friend screamed. "Now, so I can find the others!"

"But. . ." I tried feebly one last time.

"GO!"

There was nothing else I could do, as he pushed me in, catching me off- guard, and launching me away.

I stared back, praying that my friends would be all right and cursing the fate that had brought us to this. I hoped I could justify their trust in me.

Jason's POV

I got home, late again. Sometimes. . .

I worked in a legal firm near Angel Grove, where Kat and I lived. Fortunately, mine was the one that was handling Tommy's case. I called in a few favors – a few people owed me some – to make sure that everything would stay as it was for Tommy's Dino Thunder Rangers.

However, that meant a lot of extra work for me as I still had regular things to do. It was worth it all, though.

"Hey," Kat said, seeing me and welcoming me with a smile. "How was work?"

"Meh," I replied, "same as always."

"How's the case going?" She asked every night.

"I think it's about to get closed up. All the paperwork's been taken care of, and I've proved to the best of my ability that it's what he would have wanted."

"Really?"

"Actually, they wanted me to take possession, so all I really had to do was pass my right on to Hayley."

"Has she heard yet?"

"No."

"Will you tell her?"

I shook my head. I really didn't want the teens to know I'd been involved. Hayley's words at the funeral haunted me: "They'd think you'd be trying to mock him."

Hayley'd figure it out, not that it mattered. What mattered was Tommy's legacy being carried on. Now it would be; they'd keep his house and both entrances to their headquarters.

Obviously, I'd spent some time with Hayley. She'd told me everything against the day the teens would finally accept me. When that happened, I'd be in Reefside in an instant. Until then. . .

"You look tired."

Kat's voice broke my reverie. "Oh, yeah, a little. All the extra hours are gettin' to me. Worth it, though."

"It's really sweet, what you're doing," Kat said, sliding close to me, "and I think you're doing more than you think."

I was about to ask, but obviously she didn't want me to as she began to. . .pleasantly distract me from my train out though.

Hey, I'm a guy. What can I say?

Hayley's POV

"What the hell do you mean 'we have to leave'? This is my best friend's home!"

Yeah, I was frustrated. They were trying to kick us out of Tommy's house. They being some random, dumbass real estate company. If they succeeded, we'd lose our easiest access point to Tommy's. . . Dammit. So used to thinking that. The Rangers' headquarters, not that this jackass knew that.

"Ma'am, you're standing on prime real estate property and unless you either pay for it, or show me something that says you own it, it's legally mine."

"Go to hell. This is about all I have left of him. There's no way you can make me leave!"

"Need I get the cops?"

"Fuck you. Fuck you." What else could I say?

He knew he'd won. "You're out by next week, honey. Take whatever you like with you."

He hung up. Thank God.

We'd been having this discussion for weeks. I'd come up with every argument I could, but he'd refuted them all.

The teens knew, of course. They knew, but they wouldn't like this very much. This place was home away from home for them. They'd spent a lot of time here, and still did.

I called them, told them, and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, I was woken at about 10 by the phone.

"'Lo?" I said sleepily.

"Hello, is this Hayley?"

"Yeah. Help you?"

"My name is Mike Stride from Jones and Lang Law Offices in Angel Grove. I've called to speak with you about a property in Reefside, previously owned by one Dr. Thomas Oliver."

I sat up, my attention grabbed. "I'm listening."

"It's come to our attention that you're a close friend of his, yes?"

"Yes."

"Well, seeing how sudden this was, and how comparatively young he was, he wouldn't have left a will. So. We did a little work and are about ready to hand over his assets to you. All we need is a few signatures from you."

"Are you serious? This isn't some kind of joke?"

"No, ma'am."

"Oh, God. . .How?"

"Through hard. . ."

"You know what I mean."

"I'm not at liberty to say."

I smiled. Oh, thank God.

"When do you need me?"

"As soon as you're ready. I can send someone for you as soon as you'd like."

"Hey, now's fine."

The man laughed. "Realtors been knocking down your door?"

"You have no idea," I replied. "One of 'em actually has us kicked out."

"Not for long, miss," he promised. "Someone will be there shortly."

I thanked him and hung up, then proceeded to get ready. I didn't call the Rangers, not wanting to get their hopes up, just in case.

I wondered if Jason would let me tell them or not.