When Flynn woke up the following morning, he rolled over in bed to wrap his arms around his wife. To his surprised, Hayden was already wide awake staring at him.

"I hate you," she said playfully, reaching over to kiss him.

"What's that for?" he asked, "I stuck to my side of the bed, right?"

"Oh yeah," Hayden laughed, sitting up, "But when I woke up this morning I couldn't hear my mother in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon. You know I like waking up to pancakes and bacon."

"And how is that my problem?" Flynn chuckled, "It was your idea to move out."

"I know," Hayden nodded, "You should have said no."

Flynn shook his head as he kissed his wife. He rolled out of bed and began to get ready.

Hayden pulled the covers around herself as she watched her husband.

"Are you going to work?" she asked him. Flynn nodded.

"Aye. Leaving Dani alone in the Garage is a dangerous deal."

Hayden frowned, "Why is that. Sometimes I think she's a better mechanic than you."

"That may be true," Flynn nodded, "But her math definitely needs work."

Hayden hissed, "Yeah..."

"If I leave her for a day we might be in debt," Flynn smiled. He kissed Hayden once more as he threw on a sweater, "I'll pick up some breakfast on my way to the Garage. What are your plans?"

Hayden shrugged, "I don't know. I guess unpacking some of the boxes. Maybe meeting the new neighbours. Actually, I think I'm going to help Dawn at the center."

"Want me to pick up anything for dinner?" Flynn asked, "I haven't got the stove working properly and the inspector warned us about using it."

"Sure," Hayden answered, "But I have no idea what. So surprise me."

"Can do," Flynn nodded, leaving his wife alone in their bedroom as he left for work. Hayden looked around and sighed deeply. Aside from the larger furniture and a few sets of outfits, everything was still packed away in a box.

"What the hell am I going to do with all this shit?" she asked herself. She threw on a robe and searched through the first box, finding nothing but old toys. "Wow... mom was serious when she said she was packing everything."

-----RPM-----

As usual, Scott was up first. Working in the military, especially as head of Eagle Squad, required him to be at work at an ungodly hour. It worked for the better though in his life, because he had a two year old to take care of and she loved waking up before the sun.

"Cookie, Scotty?" Engel asked her step-father, extending her hand out, palm up, as she waited for her request. Scott picked her up as he finished making his coffee.

"Sorry, squirt. No cookies before lunch. You remember the rules."

"Cookie?" Engel persisted again.

Scott knew he wasn't going to win this battle unless he pulled out what he and Samantha loved to call the Cookie-Block.

"Hey, squirt. How about you go make a pretty picture to give to Aunt Gemma and Uncle Gem when they get here?"

Engel's eyes widened and she began to scramble as Scott put her down. She ran to the kitchen table while Scott presented her with crayons and a piece of paper. When Engel was content with colouring, Scott looked to the time.

"Daddy should be here soon to pick you up," he said, "He doesn't have any classes today."

Engel wasn't paying attention, however. She was too busy trying to figure out which crayon would be better to use: red or green.

Scott saw her doing this a lot of the time. For whatever reason, Engel always seemed to struggle when she was presented with the option of a red and green crayon. When he told Samantha and Michael about this, they took her to a specialist to see if maybe she was colour blind. When the results came in, both parents were pleased to hear that Engel was perfectly normal. Scott wasn't surprised to hear this. He hadn't assumed she was colour blind in the slightest. It wasn't just when she was colouring that she struggled with red and green. It was everywhere.

For a two year old she was pretty well advanced. She was talking in almost complete sentences, understood that the world didn't revolve around her and loved including other children in her games as opposed to using a few words per sentence, focusing on herself and preferring to play alone or occasionally with others. This lead Scott to believe that maybe something in her life was already confusing her and it was linked to her inability to choose quickly between red and green.

"Good morning," Samantha smiled, walking into the kitchen as she greeted her husband with a kiss. She walked to Engel and kissed the top of her daughter's head, "Good morning, Angel."

Engel turned to her mother, holding out the crayons, "Help me?"

Samantha looked at the colours for a moment before choosing the red one. Engel pulled the crayons back, looked at them briefly then dropped the green colour for red.

Scott leaned over the counter, "Maybe we should buy her new colours," he said.

"She's fine," Samantha nodded, "She's probably just trying to include us in her colouring."

"Dada!" Engel called, holding her paper up to show Scott the picture. Scott winced when he heard her call him dada, but smiled at the picture.

"It's beautiful, squirt."

Samantha breathed, gently hugging her husband, "She's only two. She doesn't understand that the man living with her and mommy isn't daddy."

"But she's always switching," Scott frowned, "I mean, every once in a while I would understand if it slipped up, but when Mike gave me paternal rights, I promised him I would raise Engel as a step-father or second father. Not as the main father figure in her life."

Samantha blinked, "Sweetie, I barely understood what you just said. You can't expect Engel to go along with your rules just yet."

"Mama," Engel called, holding up the green and red crayons again, "Choose colour. Red green?"

"Green," Samantha answered. Engel returned to colouring while her parents went back to talking.

"I guess if this keeps going I'll talk to her," Scott said, "I just... I find it weird that every time she sees green and red she freezes up."

"Christmas was a bitch," Samantha nodded, "But I'm sure she's okay. She's a smart kid. Whatever this phase is, I'm sure she'll get over."

"Scotty!" Engel called, holding up her picture again, "Still pretty?"

"Extremely beautiful," Scott nodded.

-----RPM-----

Flynn walked into the garage holding a brown paper bag. He spotted Daniela lying under a rather large truck and kicked the bottom of her board gently.

"Guess who," he said.

Daniela rolled out from under the truck and frowned, "Not now, Flynn, I have to finish repairing up the truck. Apparently they want it done by the end of the day."

"How long will it take?" Flynn asked.

"Three..." Daniela returned to working on the truck before rolling out again, "Do I smell breakfast?"

Flynn chuckled as he passed the bag of breakfast food to his co-worker, "Picked it up on my way in. How about you take a break and eat while I continue on this."

"Okay," Daniela smiled, grabbing the bag, "If you insist."

The two Rangers traded places and Flynn rolled under the truck. Daniela took a bite out of her bagel, watching him intently.

"Mother of..."

"I never finished my sentence, did I?" she asked, cutting off the former Blue Ranger, "I was going to say three weeks."

Flynn rolled back out and looked up at Dani, "There's no engine."

"Nope."

"Then what have you been doing for the past five minutes?"

"Waiting for you to bring me breakfast and offer to take over," Daniela shrugged, "Thank you!"

"I'm going to need help!" Flynn called out to her as she skipped to a table to eat, "If they want it done by tonight..."

"I'm on break," Daniela said, flipping up a sign with a clock. She moved the arms to five minutes ahead, "Be back in five minutes."

-----RPM-----

"Stupid tape," Hayden grumbled, slowly peeling a large streamer of tape from her hair, "Aunt Kelly was right about you, you mother fucking piece of..."

"Hayden!"

Hayden looked up, realising she was standing on the doorstep of New Dawn Center, and her cousin was glaring at her.

"Sorry," she chuckled, "Moving's a bitch."

"I can see that," Dawn laughed, helping her cousin, "What are you doing here?"

"I told you," Hayden said, "Moving's a bitch. So I'm here to help you."

"Hayden... I'm moving things into the center," Dawn said.

"After you paint," Hayden nodded, "So let's start breathing in toxic fumes so I can return home high on paint."

Hayden skipped inside the center and Dawn rolled her eyes, shutting the door behind her.

"Are you sure your only genetic disorder is spontaneous regeneration and zwooping?"

"My Aunt dropped my mom on her head when they were babies," Hayden said.

"Is it genetic?"

"I don't know."

"It would explain so much."

-----RPM-----

For Scott, the day was progressing quickly. He had just finished up a meeting with Eagle Squad and was allowed to return home. He was just getting his things ready and changing out of his uniform when two soldiers walked by his door carrying Christmas decorations that had yet to be taken down from the celebration the week before. Red ribbons and green pines.

Scott sighed deeply, remembering his problem with Engel earlier that morning, before Mike came to pick her up. He wasn't sure why her problem with red and green troubled him. He loved her all the same and it wasn't like this would hold her back anytime soon, but he had a nagging feeling that there was something more.

Engel was an Angel. Samantha had warned him that there would be time when she would develop at a faster rate than the other kids her age, and that at other times, she would appear completely normal. On more than one occasion Scott had seen Engel sitting on the couch with a book open on her lap as she stared down at the pages, as if reading. Sometimes, he would notice that she would flip through the pages and her mouth would move along with the words. Other times, it was obvious she was just looking at the pictures.

Samantha had explained that because she was an Angel child with a growing mind, she would occasionally have outburst of adult-like intelligence. To keep Scott calm, she was sure to tell him that it happened to her as a child all while growing up, and once her body started to slow down, her development would return to normal. Scott wasn't too sure when that was going to happen, but he assumed it was around three, maybe four years old.

Meanwhile, that leaved him to wonder if maybe her Angel mind was causing her the problem between the two colours. It seemed like a silly thought, but it was something that troubled Scott whenever it came to mind.

"Hey," Greg smiled, knocking on his former leader's door, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Scott snapped back to reality, "Hey, man. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting the twins," Greg said, "Thought I would stop by and chat. Your dad tells me he gave you the rest of the day off?"

"I was only in to brief the squad on the new technology," Scott nodded, "Meeting went better than planned, so now I have nothing to do in this last hour."

"So, what were you thinking about?" Greg frowned.

"Oh, it's nothing," Scott said, "How's the shop? Business picking up?"

"A little," Greg nodded, "People are starting to trust computer technology again, but don't change the subject."

"What do you know about child development?" Scott asked.

"Absolutely nothing," Greg laughed. "The only thing I could tell you is watch out for temper tantrums."

"Engel's a pretty happy kid."

"I meant from the mother."

"What do you know about a child's ability to obverse her parent's interactions between themselves and with her?"

"I know babies know their mother," Greg said, scratching the back of his neck, "And that it takes a while for them to learn who their father is. But it does happen. Why, is something going on at home?"

"Engel struggles with green and red," Scott shrugged.

"Yeah, Dani's told me," Greg sighed, "Dani once dumped out building blocks for the little brat, and Engel only used the red and green ones. She refused to let Dani take any, and refused to use blue and yellow."

"Really?" Scott asked, "Because whenever I notice it, she's struggling to choose between the two. Just this morning she asked Samantha which one to use to colour."

"I've seen that too," Greg shrugged, "But whatever, I guess. Maybe she's just special."

Scott frowned, "She's an Angel. Of course she's special."

"No, I mean... opposite of me, special."

"Are you calling my step-daughter retarded?"

"Not retarded per-se," Greg said, "But maybe there's something going on in that brain of hers that's holding her back, and it's transmitting itself through the colours red and green and her struggle and obsession with them."

Scott stood in silence for a moment, trying to take in what his friend just said.

"Whatever, man," he breathed, "Fancy lunch?"

"Fancy not saying fancy?" Greg chuckled.

"Is that a yes or no?" Scott laughed, "Because if you don't want to hang I can call Samantha and tell her I'll be able to pick Engel up instead of her."

"How about drive-thru lunch and we go pick up the brat?" Greg offered, "My treat."

-----RPM-----

"What colour?" Hayden asked, holding up two paint cans, "Cedar Edge or Spring Fancy?"

"What?" Dawn turned to her cousin with an odd look

"I know," Hayden frowned, reading the labels, "Why not just call it brown-grey and very light brown?"

Dawn laughed, "Anyone's fine. The wall's going to be covered by a bookshelf anyways."

Hayden shrugged as she put the cans back on the floor and began searching through paint samplers. She held up the pink samples and started to giggle.

"Wanna know my Ranger colour in paint language?"

"Do I have too?" Dawn groaned, dropping her paint brush into the can.

"Pink posey."

"Do you and Flynn need to paint any rooms in the house?" Dawn asked her cousin.

"No."

"Smart man."

Hayden looked at all the different names for colours, "Who the hell has no life and decides to name all the different shades of white? Who walks into a paint store and asks for... a Barely There can of paint. It's stupid. People say white. White!"

Dawn turned to Hayden again, "How long have you been working with the paint?"

"About three hours now."

"Are you feeling ... you know?"

"Nope."

"So you're not high..."

"Sorry," Hayden said, coming over to her cousin. She put the can of paint down and sighed, "Anything else you want me to do."

Dawn nodded, "Think if I order pizza the guys will help me move some furniture in?"

Hayden pointed to the walls, "Their still wet."

"I just need the heavier furniture move from the back rooms into here," she explained, "I'll arrange it all once the paint dries."

"Want me to call the men?"

"Please and thank you," Dawn nodded, "Unless of course you and Flynn have work you need to get done at home."

"The necessary stuff's out of the boxes," Hayden laughed, "We'll be fine for a few weeks."

-----RPM-----

"I called the owner," Flynn said, wiping his hands on a rag, "They've agreed to leave the truck here for a few days so long as the trailer can be picked up tonight. They'll make do with what they have at the factory."

"Cool," Daniela nodded.

"And then I got a call from Hayden and Dawn. They want everyone over to the center to help with moving the furniture in."

Daniela groaned, but Flynn grabbed her arm.

"C'mon, lass."