Author's Notes: Chapter 1. Longer than the last. From now on the chapters will be getting progressively longer. I'm still writing the story but I have at least 13 chapters already done on my computer. Second chapter will probably show up next Tuesday because I start school on the Wednesday. First appearance of Zordon and Alpha. Tried to get the voices right. Anyone have any pointers/concerns/questions? Feel free to let me know in a review. Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Power Rangers. At all. Not even a little bit.

Chapter 1:

Tommy dropped the last box down on the ground, swearing when it landed on his foot. He groaned, dropping to the ground to open the box and pulled out a large encyclopaedia. Figures, he thought to himself wryly. 'Of course, I'd carry the wrong box all the way up to my room.' Tommy pushed the heavy box out of the way, hiding it underneath the desk. He glanced around at the rest of the room. The bed was a double and two bare pillows were resting on top of the mattress. There was a small bedside table and a matching dresser. Tommy went over to the other door in his room and opened it. It was a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and a shower.

He was a little confused that his uncle had bought such a big house for just the two of them. Yeah, it was only two bedrooms but the living room could hold two couches and an armchair with room to spare, the dining room had its own bar and could seat twelve. The kitchen took up the most room even though there wasn't a breakfast nook; just a floating counter in the centre and the backyard looked out over the water. Tommy had already been scolded by his uncle and warned not to try diving off the rocks in the back and into the cold water. His uncle was never amused at his adrenaline junkie stunts.

It was a nice house. Tommy couldn't deny it and he didn't have many memories of any of his foster parents' houses. In Stone Canyon, Tommy and Uncle John lived in a condo downtown. It was stylish and ultra-modern but not exactly made for kids. The winding staircase was the cause of many a heart attack for John and lots of bruises for Tommy.

This should be fun, Tommy groaned as he stared at the piles of boxes. Who knew he had so much stuff? He brushed his hands on his pants and tackled the box labelled Tommy's Sheets 'n Things. He began to pull out the green sheets, hands gripping them tightly in his hands as he stared down at the colour. Of course, John had taken him sheet shopping while he had been the Evil Green Ranger, at least he had only been under Rita's spell for a week. He had gotten off lightly compared to the next ranger after him.

Tommy felt revulsion for the colour and tossed the sheets to the side, finding a brand-new package of plain white sheets in the box. Tommy felt a wave of relief roll over him as he saw his colour. White was always his colour; there were no White Power Rangers originally. The power, according to Zordon was too unstable for anyone to use for a long period of time but with Alpha's help, they had adapted the white tiger power coin for Tommy and then Ninjor had welcomed him with the white falcon power coin. White always felt right to Tommy; like slipping into his favourite sweats.

He noticed that the rest of the rangers had felt the same kind of connection to their own colours. He remembered one of Rocky's hare-brained schemes that involved swapping their colours on a dare and Justin had playfully called it 'The Worst Day of Our Lives, or Why Kat should not wear Yellow'. It had ended with Kat nearly coming to blows with half the girls' volleyball team and for Rocky to have a strange encounter with a mop. Of course, that was in-between Adam proclaiming loudly that he was going to jump off the roof and caused Aisha to cut a chunk out of Tommy's hair. Tommy was perfectly okay wearing red. It felt odd but somehow kinda right. And he also did not burst into tears when Aisha came at him with a pair of scissors. And the pang he felt when he remembered his friends didn't make his eyes water.

Luckily, he was saved from any further denial by the electronic beeping of his communicator. Tommy pulled his sleeve back, uncovering the silver circle on his wrist.

"Go ahead, Zordon." He spoke calmly into his communicator.

"TOMMY, ALPHA AND I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOU RIGHT AWAY." Zordon's voice boomed from the other end.

"On my way," Tommy promised. As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the tingling in his body like pins and needles and the sensation of his stomach leaping up into his throat. When he opened his eyes he was staring in the cavernous main chamber of the Command Centre. Or what was left of it. Tommy swallowed against the nausea; still not used to the feeling of teleporting even after two years and looked around. The lair was in disarray from the destruction of their last battle. He could see wires and pieces pouring out of the console and the flickering of the overhead lights. It made the room look much eerier and Tommy forced himself to look up at Zordon who greeted him calmly.

"HELLO, TOMMY." The Eltarian boomed.

"Ayi ayi, it's good to see you, Tommy." Alpha said energetically, coming over to greet the teen. Tommy smiled and patted the red robot on the shoulder.

"It's good to see you, too. The place's looking better." Tommy commented, walking into the centre of the room.

"YES, REPAIRS ARE COMING ALONG EXCELLENTLY. APLHA HAS GOTTEN THE TELEPORTATION GRID BACK ONLINE, AS WELL AS THE VIEWING GLOBE." Zordon spoke just as the lights went off, casting them into darkness. Tommy didn't even have a second to panic, remembering the last time that had happened, before they were back on. Alpha was running from console to console, talking to himself and apologising to Zordon.

"IT IS ALRIGHT, ALPHA. WE STILL HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO." Zordon reassured the robot.

"Is there-" Tommy cleared his throat, noticing he was suddenly under scrutiny by both occupants. "Is there anything I can do?"

"THERE IS SOMETHING I WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS WITH YOU." Zordon said.

"Okay, shoot." Tommy said, confused.

"IT IS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST, TOMMY THAT I PROPOSE THIS SOLUTION. ALPHA AND I WANT TO RESURRECT THE POWER RANGERS."

Tommy felt his heart clench painfully and had to clear his suddenly dry throat. He ran quivering fingers through his hair before snapping them back to his sides.

"You told me," Tommy licked his lips. "You told me there was no way to bring them back, that the power doesn't work that way."

"YOU MISUNDERSTAND ME, TOMMY," Zordon said after exchanging glances with Alpha. "WE CANNOT BRING THE DEAD BACK TO LIFE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE WISH IT."

"Then, how-" Tommy paused, feeling confused.

"WE WOULD LIKE TO CALL UPON NEW RANGERS."

"You mean- you want to call new people to be the Power Rangers?" Tommy couldn't keep the hysteria out of his voice, the iron grip around his heart clenched painfully, strangling him.

"TOMMY, ZEDD'S FORCES ARE GETTING STRONGER." Zordon said, almost sounding like he was sighing.

"I can handle it," Tommy said automatically.

"YOU CANNOT FIGHT THEM ALL ON YOUR OWN. IT REQUIRES SIX RANGERS TO PILOT THE MEGAZORD."

"You can't just replace them. Kat and Justin-" Tommy pleaded.

"IT IS UNLIKELY THAT THEY WILL EVER BECOME RANGERS AGAIN." Zordon's voice, usually so emotionless now sounding almost sympathetic to Tommy.

The teen shook his head in denial. "I can fight Zedd and Rita. I know I can."

"TOMMY-"

"No!" He shouted, clenching his fists. "You can't just replace them! They were my friends; they can't just be wiped away by some new people!"

"Tommy," Alpha spoke gently. "We are not suggesting replacing Rocky, Adam, Aisha and Kat, or even young Justin. But Zedd is too powerful for you to deal with on your own. Please-"

"No," Tommy said forcefully. "I can handle it. I'll stop Zedd. I'll make sure he can't hurt anyone again."

With a final angry glare, Tommy teleported out of the chamber leaving behind a worried robot and mentor.

"Ayi ayi, Zordon. What can we do?" Alpha said.

"TOMMY IS NOT YET READY TO LET GO OF HIS FRIENDS. IT IS NOT UNTIL HE HAS NO CHOICE THAT HE WILL ACCEPT THAT HE NEEDS HELP. UNTIL THEN, WE MUST WAIT FOR HIM TO DISCOVER THAT HE CANNOT DO EVERYTHING ALONE."

"Poor, Tommy." Alpha shook his head. Zordon nodded and watched with impassive eyes as the robot returned to repairing their home.