A/N: First off, if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not going to tell you I don't own Power Rangers. Secondly another chapter!

"Hey, Flynn," Scott called, "as soon as you've gotten your water, we have something we need to do."

"I'm coming," Flynn replied; he appeared in the briefing area moments later with two bottles of water. "I brought you one to." He held the bottle out as he approached.

"Thanks," Scott said, accepting the bottle.

"So, what are we doing?" Flynn asked as he glanced between Scott and Dr K.

"You two are going to go through the remaining candidates for the Series Yellow Operator," Dr K replied. His screens came up with schematics to the Zords, "The Yellow Operator's Zord Attack Vehicle is necessary for the creation of the High Octane Megazord configuration. Also, when all three of your individual weapons combine," the screen changed, "you will be able to create the Road Blaster. It is important that we find someone suitable soon."
Scott put the water bottle in his jacket pocket and picked up a file box that had been sitting on the floor beside him and offered it to Flynn, "You have this box, and I've got one to go through to. I'm just looking for people who sound good. Their personal information isn't here; they've all been assigned a number. We just note which ones appear to be the most promising and they'll be called back in for further testing."

"Why don't we interview them now?" Flynn asked, as he put his water bottle on top of the box and took it from Scott. It wasn't as heavy as he'd suspected, but he still put it down and picked his water bottle back up. "Why all the testing?"

"Because there are hundreds of applicants for each color," Dr K said, "most of who are unsuited to have a morpher."

Flynn watched Scott as he unscrewed his water bottle, "What if someone is given a poor review because their observer was having a bad day?" He asked.

"If an applicant feels they were wrongly scored, they have the option to have a review of the tapes by an outside party," Dr K replied.

"Gamble," Scott growled as he squeezed the water bottle so tightly that it over flowed over his hand.

"I'm sorry?" Flynn said, eyeing his team leader cautiously.

"The guy who was ejected from the program during the physical testing," Scott replied, switching the bottle to his other hand and shaking the now wet one; "his name was Gamble and he's trying to pin the fault of everything on me. The review board seems to be siding in my favor, though. Especially given the threats he made."

"Rangers, as fascinating as this topic is," Dr K said, "it brings us no closer to finding possible candidates for the Series Yellow morpher."

"Yes Doc," Scott said, as he closed his bottle and put it back in his pocket. He then hefted his box. "Mind if I take this home with me? Dad and I are supposed to have dinner together tonight."

"Do not call me Doc, Ranger Red, and yes, you may take those with you." Dr K replied.

Flynn glanced at his box, "If you don't mind, Doctor, I'll stay here a while longer and look through these. I can catch the six o'clock bus back to my place."

"Very well," Dr K replied.

Scott set his box back down, "Sure you don't need a lift? It's not like I'm trying to be on time or anything." He waved his hand slightly.

"No," Flynn said, "I'll take the bus. If something comes up, I can call my dad." Inwardly, Flynn flinched; he tried not to talk about his dad because of Scott's relationship with his dad. He felt bad enough having to see his team leader's relationship with his father fall apart without waving the fact that he had a good relationship with his own dad in the man's face.

"Cool," Scott said, he picked his box back up and headed for his jeep.

Flynn watched Scott leave, wincing with ever backfire. He'd yet to get a look under the hood of that jeep and he wasn't sure he wanted to. "Are you going to tell him?" Dr K asked.

Flynn looked back at Dr K, "Not yet, I think."

Scott let his voice trail off as he looked at his dad, The Colonel wasn't listening. No, the man's eyes were slightly misty and staring off into the middle distance. He's thinking about Marcus again, Scott thought, and I can't blame him. For a brief moment, he felt a rush of sympathy. They had both lost something in the skies beyond Corinth.

His dad sighed and Scott went from melancholy to angry in a heartbeat. He stood, knocking his chair back, "Colonel," he said, stopping his arm on its instinctive journey to salute. He slammed his palms on the table as his dad looked at him, "I think these 'family dinners'," Scott spat the words with as much sarcasm as he could, "Would best be postponed until you are ready to acknowledge that you have a living son; or at least, until you can pretend to be interested in the answers to your own questions." He straightened and glanced around the dining room, and the living room, before looking at his dad again, "I love you, and I also mourn my brother, but I can't compete with his ghost, no more than I ever could when he was alive."

He turned and walked out, keeping his stride steady and his back as straight as any of his drill sergeants would have wanted. He wanted to turn back, to go back to his dad and to be a family again, but when his father didn't call him, he didn't look back. He stopped long enough to grab his jacket from the hall, the duffle of clean clothes he had put together to take in the morning when he went back and the box of files. Then he let himself outside and yanked the door closed so hard the next door neighbors, who were apparently washing their van. "Ranger Scott," one of them said, running over.

"Sorry, Lexi," Scott said, looking up as their father came around the side of the van, "Dr Oliver," he called with a wave.

"Is something wrong?" Dr Oliver asked.

Scott glared over his shoulder for a moment, "Dad and I are not fighting again," he said with a shrug.

"Man," Lexi said, "if Dad and I didn't fight the way you and your dad did, the house wouldn't be standing."

"He's right," Leigh said, "so, going to Ranger Base?"

"Yeah," Scott said, "I don't think I'll be around much. Doc K wants us to move in as soon as we activate Series Yellow."

Dr Oliver chuckled, "I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that. Back in Angel Grove they were Yellow Ranger and Red Ranger."

Scott shrugged, "Doc K named the Project and all, sir. That's something you'd have to take up with her."

"Maybe I will someday," Dr Oliver replied. He paused for a moment before asking, "Have you heard anything from outside the dome?"

"No," Scott said. "It's just Venjix out there. We haven't had anyone try the barricade yet, although we saw life signs two days ago. They didn't last long, though." He knew the doctor had left friends behind who hadn't made it. There were many with that story.

Dr Oliver nodded, "Thank you."

"Not a problem, Dr Oliver," Scott replied.

"Scott," Dr Oliver said, "I think it's safe to say that you can call me Doctor O, just like my students. We'll probably be seeing each other more than we plan to."

"All right, Dr O," Scott said. He hefted the box, "I have to go, though. Before my dad gets his head on straight and tries to follow me."

Dr Oliver and his twins laughed, "You do that," he said. "And be safe out there."

"Always," Scott replied, "Bye Lexi, Leigh," he added.

"Bye, Scott," the twins replied.

He sat the box down behind his seat and tossed his duffle on the passenger seat and started up the jeep. With a backfiring roar, he backed out of the driveway and headed off to the Ranger Base. Of course, his so called dignified exit could have been better served without the repeated backfiring.

Flynn glanced up as the Ranger Base doors swung open; he was sitting on the kitchen counter, reading one of the files as he ate. With a mighty misfire, Scott's jeep rolled into the base and stopped. "Ranger Red, is everything all right?" Dr K asked.

"No," Scott said as he jumped out of the jeep. "I know we said we'd wait for Series Yellow to be activated, but Doc, I can't live with the Colonel anymore." He reached into the jeep and pulled out a duffle, "I was hoping I could sleep here for tonight."

"I do not see a problem with it," Dr K said after a moment.

"Sure," Flynn agreed, "It's not the Hilton, but it's a good place."

"Flynn," Scott said, "I thought you'd gone home already."

Flynn sighed, "I started staying here about a week ago," he said, putting the file down and jumping off the counter. "One of the cartels moved into my neighborhood and they've made it no secret that they don't like having a Ranger around. It was either move or work for them. They've left my dad alone, except for the occasional car problem, so, me not being there seems to have taken care of the issue."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, "I could have helped."

Flynn shook his head, "My fight, Scott, not yours."

"We're a team," Scott said, he strode over and put his hand on Flynn's shoulder, "I would also hope that we're becoming friends as well. That's why I would have wanted to be there, to help."

"Sorry Scott," Flynn said, ducking his head "You're right." He gestured, "I've already picked out a room upstairs, let's go find you one."

"Ok," Scott agreed with a laugh. He gestured, "Lead the way."

"Ah, no," Flynn replied, "Walk beside me, my friend."

As the pair headed upstairs, Dr K's screens went dark, and in a darkened, circular room, a voice muttered, "I will never understand people."