Author's Note: I feel like this is long overdue.

I want to say a huge thank you to my reviewers, particularly in this time where my life is getting pretty busy. Finding the time to sit down and write is few and far between but it's you guys that keep me going, particularly Darien Fawkes, JustJustine014 and Sir Perfluous. Your support means a lot to me!

As a thank you, I'll be handing out a deleted scene. This one is from Dino Charge and features the adorable Cammy. I hope you enjoy!

For my readers, thanks for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy.


Mr. Fisher was in the hospital, head in his hands, trying to hold back his tears. His parents had warned him when his wife was pregnant with Jeremy that kids were a lot of trouble. It hadn't been to discourage him, but to warn him that life with a little one was going to be full of tantrums and crying – and they hadn't been talking about their grandson. As a parent, Mr. Fisher made sure to remind himself in the hard times that this was just a part of the package, and as his son aged, he would miss even the toughest of times.

But this: one daughter narrowly escaping death in a freak alien attack and another completely unconscious for absolutely no reason at all. This was unprecedented. Nothing, ever, could have prepared him for this.

"Any word?" Mrs. Fisher asked, coming over with two coffees. Between both their girls, neither of the Fisher parents had gotten a wink of sleep. Coffee wasn't likely to erase the fatigue they felt, but at least it was something to do and something to keep them going a little longer.

"They say her system's clear," Mr. Fisher said. "No drugs, no alcohol. Not even any signs of trauma. They don't know why she won't wake up, or why she's passed out in the first place."

"Could she be sick?"

"They're running tests right now. Bella..."

"We just got her back," Mrs. Fisher said, sitting next to her husband and taking his hand. "We were patient for four years, we waited eight for her to come back. There's no way she'll be taken away from us. Not by this. Not now."

"What if it wasn't meant to be?"

"You hush now," Mrs. Fisher scolded, pulling her hand away from her husband's and glaring at him. "That's our daughter."

"I know..." Mr. Fisher looked down at his hands. He knew it was just the panic talking. He knew his wife understood as well. Still, he needed to get it off his chest. "Bella, I know that. I'm not giving up. I just... This is all so... ill-fated."

"Children aren't easy."

"Jeremy wasn't easy," Mr. Fisher said. "Cammy's a handful. Kendall..."

"Needs us," Mrs. Fisher reminded him. "And I won't hear anything else. You sit with Cammy for now; I'll wait for news on Kendall."

Mr. Fisher nodded his head. Maybe that was what he needed. Cammy, at least, was doing better. She was awake, she seemed hopeful. A couple of hours with his youngest would give him back his fighting spirit.

-Dino-Charge-

While Koda was going through Kendall's office, destroying everything in sight, Shelby stayed in the cafe, pondering over the theory she had concerning Heckyl. She didn't know him very well. Really, all she could say about him was that there was something odd about him, and he was close friends with Kendall. However, strange things were happening in Amber Beach once again and she couldn't help but listen to her gut. Was it possible Heckyl was behind it all? Could he really be working for Snide?

While Shelby pondered this, Tyler sat with her, eyeing the pillow that seemed to be used to knock her out. He wondered the same thing. Shelby said it was Heckyl who had given her the pillow, and then just like magic when it was destroyed the strange spell that caused her to attack the Rangers disappeared. There has to be more to it.

As Tyler examined the pillow, it slipped from his hands and hit the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, he saw Shelby's backpack under the table. Papers were spilling out from it and one had a header for Amber Beach University. Curious, Tyler pulled it out and showed it to Shelby.

"You're thinking of going back to school?"

"It's my parents' idea," she told him, rolling her eyes. "They want me to study business."

"That's interesting."

"It's really not," Shelby took the papers from Tyler. "Can we focus?"

"To be honest, I'm kind of stuck," Tyler said, putting the pillow down on the table. "It's not like we can do anything until ether Ms. Morgan wakes up, or we find Heckyl."

"You don't know where he lives?"

"Sledge's ship?" Tyler shrugged his shoulders. "So, business, huh? I always thought you were a Dino-it-all."

"I am," Shelby said, smiling at the nickname Tyler had for her. She had always been very open about her passion for dinosaurs and when that came across in their first meeting, he used the name to tease her. Since then, it had become something of a term of affection between them. She had to admit liking it. "But dad thinks it's a waste of time. I've got to run the family's ice-cream shop."

"Ice-cream?"

"I'd much rather be out digging for bones," Shelby muttered. "Believe me, running an ice-cream shop is not the fantasy you'd think it is."

"Have you told him that?"

"Try a million times," Shelby sighed. "He won't listen. He doesn't think dinosaurs are going to get me anywhere. The business is established and he says as long as I've got a good education, I'll be set for life. Ice-cream will always be in demand in Amber Beach."

"But that won't make you happy? What if you compromised?"

"You don't think I've tried that? The deal was if I got to travel with you on their dime, I would go to school when I came home. So... here we are."

"Does it need to be school?" Tyler asked. "I learned so much more from my experiences than I ever did in school. It means more to me. What if you got a job in the business world instead."

"I don't want to do business. I don't want to be a business woman. I want to dig up dinosaurs. I want to make discoveries and learn more about life before we were around."

"You can do both," Tyler said and then pointed to the museum. "You already have a job here. Ask Ms. Morgan if she can show you some of the more business side of things. It'll keep your dad happy since you're getting first-hand experience, and maybe some of that business stuff with include..."

"Going on digs?" Shelby asked with excitement before sighing. "But Ms. Morgan will never go for it. And I don't want to end up working for the family business."

"Keep your dad happy until you can figure something else out," Tyler suggested. "After all, working for Ms. Morgan has to be better than going to school. At least the business side of things here has something to do with paleontology and history, right?"

"You really think Ms. Morgan will go for it, though? You've seen her, she never lets me go on digs. How and I going to convince her to..."

"Do the hard work?" Tyler interrupted with a little chuckle. "Shelby, in case you haven't noticed, that's what Ms. Morgan's been trying to get you to do this whole time. Do the boring stuff, show her you can handle that, and I'll bet you anything she'll make it worthwhile."

Shelby gave a little nod. It was an interesting off. One that was sure to shut her father up at least for another year. And maybe, when he saw how much she loved working in the museum and working with fossils and doing the research, he would give up on his hopes of her following in his footsteps. Even better, Kendall could vouch for her, saying she had the natural ability to do well in the field of paleontology. Kendall could reassure her father that she would be okay without the family business to lean on.

Looking to the papers, Shelby got a thought. She turned her attention to Tyler.

"Ms. Morgan wanted this all along, you think?"

"Well, you're always asking to do the fun stuff," Tyler shrugged his shoulders. "You never offer to help her with the research and all that other boring stuff. I'm sure she doesn't just pick a place and dig there the next day."

"Well, no..."

"And, those fossils don't just tell you what dinosaur lived where, right? I mean, aren't they just like puzzle pieces? Every new fossil is new information about an earlier time. New fossils answer some questions and raise up many more?"

Shelby nodded her head. She knew that, but she had never considered really how much work it probably was. She remembered when Kendall had once given her fossilized triceratops dung. Shelby had seen that fossil lying around in the museum since she started working the year before, and yet it had never once been on display, and it took Kendall that whole year before she offered it to Shelby. In that time, the fossil had been examined carefully. A whole year, wasted on poop which Shelby had carelessly dropped on the floor. A year's worth of analysis and testing and ideas shattered in a hundred pieces because Shelby didn't think poop was interesting.

"I only wanted to do the cool stuff, huh?"

"I see this as a win-win," Tyler smirked. "You do the boring stuff to make your dad happy, Ms. Morgan sees you're working hard and you get to do the stuff you like. That's got to be better than school and waitressing, right?"

"Let's go find Heckyl then," Shelby said, getting out of her seat. Tyler looked to her.

"Heckyl?"

"We've got to get to the bottom of this, especially if the others can't find whatever knocked Ms. Morgan out. In case you weren't following, I kind of need her right now."

"Also, we need to save the world," Tyler said, chuckling at Shelby's priorities. He knew she meant well. She always did. But she was a little too focused sometimes on her own needs. "We can't do that with one Ranger taking a long nap."

"That too."