Author's Note: The bonus scene: Something Beautiful has been handed out. I wanted to thank my reviewers again for their amazing support and their kind words.

Kendall found herself laughing harder than she had in months, maybe even years as Chase told her a story from back home. She knew that he missed his family and loved whenever he got the chance to tell stories of his parents and his sister. She felt the best way to get to know him better was to ask questions about the things she couldn't learn from their daily interactions. Any one of the Rangers could say how much he loved his skateboard or that he preferred to do his work and his chores in the museum in the way that required the least amount of effort, even if it ended up taking him a bit more time. Any one of the Rangers could say that though he could pass as a semi-knowledgeable museum employee to the guests and cafe customers, Chase had very little interest in the history of life. In fact, other than the physical description of the parasaurolophus, Chase couldn't say anything about his own Ranger dinosaur.

Anyone could pick up on his accent and say he was from New Zealand (if they didn't confuse the accent for an Australian or British accent first). Anyone could guess that he was proud of his home country, but since he spent so much time in the United States, that he was also happy to be living abroad.

Kendall wanted to know more. She was new to romantic relationships, but she knew it involved a deeper understanding of the person she was with. Asking him about his family, about his childhood, would give her a better insight to who he was.

Fortunately, Chase thrived whenever he got the chance to speak of himself and he had plenty to say. However, Kendall noted that he lit up the most whenever he mentioned his little sister Chloe. Though the story he was currently telling involved how much she annoyed him and how she ultimately ended up ruining his science project the day it was due, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face or hold back a laugh when he told Kendall that Chloe's best apology was "I'm sorry, I just thought a rainbow would make it better."

"She sounds like a sweet kid," Kendall said while Chase wiped the tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. He nodded his head.

"She is. She's only ever wanted to make people happy. It's hard to stay mad at her for stuff like that."

Kendall couldn't help but agree. Cammy wasn't always the easiest person to have hanging around the lab. While some days she was less of a burden than the Rangers, others served to remind Kendall that Cammy was still just a curious, energetic kid. Damaged chargers, lost papers, broken beakers and books being used for castle walls were a source of frustration, but usually only for about a minute before Kendall's heart melted again. She couldn't fault Cammy for being a kid, especially when the first eight years of her childhood had been so rough.

"I know you miss her."

"I do," Chase nodded, his mood dropping a little bit. "And it's hard, but what I'm doing here... it needs to be done. Saving the world means keeping her safe. That's why I do it."

"You're not worried about going back?" Kendall asked. "That she'll be mad at you?"

"She is," Chase answered. "I know she's not happy with me right now. She doesn't get it. But if I've learned anything from you it's that I've got to be patient."

"From me?"

"Well, your parents. Your foster parents," Chase said. "Actually, what do you call them now? I never know what to say."

"My parents, I guess. Just parents," Kendall leaned forward a little at the table, still curious about Chase's comment about her. "But why?"

"Well, I don't want to offend or confuse you or something."

"I meant why did you learn to be patient from me?"

"Oh," Chase shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I know your parents wanted to adopt you but couldn't and you were mad. You didn't understand why, right?" Kendall shook her head. Chase smiled. "But they were patient; they never held it against you and let you come around on your own. I think I'll try that with Chloe. I'll let her see that in spite of what she might think, I do actually always have her back."

"You think that'll work?"

"Well, unless I can tell her about being a Ranger," Chase said with a little laugh. "But that might just give mum a heart attack. Though, I guess Chloe is pretty good with secrets."

"No matter how good she is, I'd still wait until after we've saved the world," Kendall told Chase, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Then I... can tell her?"

"I don't see why not," Kendall nodded. "The danger will have passed, the energems will be in safe hands and if that's what it takes to keep you and your sister close, I'd be fine with it. Ultimately, the decision will be up to you at that point, anyways."

"That... that's really comforting," Chase smiled and leaned back in his seat. "Thanks, Kendall."

Kendall flashed a little smile right before the waiter came back with the bill. She reached for it out of habit. She was used to paying for everything either because it was museum or Ranger related and she had the funds to provide or because she was on her own and there was no one willing to pay. Not to mention, between the two of them she made a lot more money and had a lot more money than Chase. However, just before she got her hands on the bill, he snatched it up and reached for his wallet.

"I'm traditional," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

Kendall was a little reluctant at first. She knew what Chase made and knew this dinner would take a pretty good chunk out of his paycheck. He had already waited so long for her to simply decide on whether or not they should date, she didn't want to burden him with the bill too. But Chase handed over his credit card with a smile and Kendall felt a warm feeling rush through her. She realized it was nice to have someone look after her and be happy to do it. She thanked Chase for the meal as they got up from their table to leave.

"So, uh... what about you?" Chase asked her on the way to the car. "I kind of talked a lot about myself back there and... well... uh, anything you want to say?"

"Nothing interesting," Kendall shook her head. "You already know my story. It's not exactly worth telling again."

"I don't know it all," Chase said. "I mean, I have no idea what it was like for you moving in with the Fishers."

"It was... different, I guess."

"How?"

"I just wasn't used to being in a home like theirs. It took some getting used to."

"You're really not making this easy on me," Chase chuckled and stood in front of Kendall's door at the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "What took some getting used to?"

"Having two parents, to start," Kendall shrugged. "I mean, I have some memories of mom and dad living together but I was still young when dad took off."

"Must have been tough," Chase said and Kendall looked up, a little surprised by his comment and somewhat taken aback. Normally when people found out she was in a good home with the Fishers, they would assume she had it easy. She had parents that cared about her, so it must have been nice. She had two parents to look after her instead of just one, so that must have been nice. She had a stable home where she could depend on both a mother and a father, so that must have been even better.

No one, ever, had acknowledged how difficult it had been for her to transition from the home she knew into the Fisher's. It was just four words, but Chase had been able to validate for her how hard it was to suddenly have two parents in her life who cared about her homework and about what time she went to bed or whether she had a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Chase had acknowledged in those four words how frustrating it was for Kendall to learn to unload some of her problems and her insecurities on her foster parents.

It wasn't a quick transition. Kendall wasn't suddenly happier because she had good parents. If anything, worst time of her life was when she first moved in with the Fishers because it was so new, so unfamiliar and so terrifying. Kendall didn't know what to make of her new family, or of a father that didn't seem to want to leave and a mother that cared. She had no idea what it meant to have a brother or even be a sister. She didn't know that if she stayed up past her bedtime, her parents would catch her. She also had absolutely no idea how to handle making a mistake and having her parents immediately forgive her for it. She was so used to her mother screaming at her and blaming her for her troubles, that parents who simply told her it was okay threw her off.

She had no idea what to do when she felt so confused by it all and just wanted to scream – and the Fishers let her. She remembered losing her temper with them one night after dinner when they insisted she do Jeremy's chores because he wasn't feeling well. She screamed at them, called them names, and insisted they were favouring him because he was their real son. They didn't punish her for it. They didn't yell back. They waited for her to calm down and then explained themselves, their family rules and assured her it was okay for her to get angry. She remembered them telling her how she could handle her tantrums in the future and that if she ever did feel frustrated with them, they were willing to listen to her and work something out.

"It was," she said to Chase softly.

"But you're happy with how it worked out, right?" Chase asked her. "I mean, in the end, it was worth it, right? Or do you still kind of wish you had your mom around?"

"I..." Kendall paused, looked down at her feet and shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly, I haven't figured that out yet."

"That's interesting," Chase said. "I guess there's really no answer to that, huh?"

"No," Kendall shook her head. Chase shrugged and then opened her door.

"Cool. So, anywhere else you want to go?"