Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Power Rangers, Saban and Disney do.

Ah, Spring Break! I promised a few people that I would do a few chapters this week. That might turn out to only be this one cause I've got two papers to work on this week. But still, it feels good to be back.

Ch 11- When Life Gives You Grapefruit...


Kimberly found herself back on the medical cot. She felt significantly better than the last time she could remember being awake. Her head didn't pound against the confinement of her skull. Her body no longer cried out with every movement. It was as if she awoke from a long, deep sleep and all of her ailments had disappeared with time lost.

Kimberly experimented by flexing various muscles groups, first her neck, next the shoulders, arms, torso, legs, and finally, feet. Everything seemed to work fine, but Kimberly did not open her eyes. She still felt exhausted for some reason. Although her body had been rejuvenated her mind could not accept it. So she lay still for a few minutes and soundlessly drifted back to sleep.


Alpha worriedly paced the length of the command platform. The lights among the center's expanse had gone dark once more, creating the effect that the command platform rested in a void. The small android's metal feet clanked against the hard surface, its hands performing exaggerating motions displaying Alpha's tension. The face of Zordon floated in the his blue cylinder, calmly taking in his assistant's frustration.

"I just don't understand, Zordon. Why did you let the Red Ranger go and not take away his powers? You heard what he said, Jason won't come back. We need to begin the search for a new Ranger immediately. It will take several hours for the Red Armor to be restored to its original configuration and the Red Suit should be washed. These humans can be particular when it comes to their clothing items and cleanliness. I really think..."

"Alpha!" Zordon interrupted, "I have my reasons for letting Jason leave with the Tyrannosaur Power. In the past, you have trusted my instincts. I hope that you will do so again."

The robot sighed and sagged its body.

"Yes, I suppose you're right. I just feel uncomfortable about our current situation. The four other Rangers haven't returned to consciousness save for Kimberly's episode eighteen hours ago. We NEED to have at least one active Ranger to combat Rita's minions, should she choose to attack again soon."

"The Red Ranger IS active, Alpha. Despite his adamant refusal to work in coordination with us, I believe Jason will be a major player in deciding the level of our success."


Jason fell to the bathroom floor, exhausted from attempting to remove the spandex suit for the past hour. His fingers had nearly gone over every square inch of the black material, feeling for a zipper, strip of velcro, tear, or even just a seam. But the alien clothing was impenetrable to Jason's probing. His back and shoulders complaining from the strain of being put in difficult positions, Jason let out a series of groans and curses.

After a few minutes of self-pity, Jason realized he could not just sit by and let something ruin his life. 'After all,' he thought, 'I came here just to do karate, not to save the world from alien attack.'

Jason burst into laughter.

"What am I thinking?" He shouted to the empty room. "Aliens, a giant floating head and his robot? Teenagers defending the planet? Ha! Sounds like something out of a comic book."

With such resolve that all this must be some sort of joke, Jason pulled himself up from the floor, turned off the running shower, and returned to his bedroom to grunge up some clothes to cover his tight spandex suit. But when Jason turned to sit on his bed and put on a pair of shorts, he stopped short. There, lying against the wall, just across the bed, sat the Power Morpher. Jason stared, his mouth hung open, saliva built up in his mouth.

Jason remained motionless until a cascade of human liquid came crashing over his lips and down his chin. With the sudden movement of someone who has been caught starring, Jason jerked up, scrapping his back against the upper bunk and dropping the shorts in the process, he wiped the spit from his face and shallowed what was left in his mouth.

The Red Ranger took several deep breaths to calm himself down. After a minute and a particularly deep sigh, Jason turned to face the thing that startled him so much. The morpher was there, on his bed.

"Shit," Jason muttered, "It's not a joke."

Dropping his chin to rest on his chest, Jason fell into some deep, but mostly ambiguous thoughts about the past two days. He wondered what he could do.

He stood for a long time.


On the moon, Rita, frustrated at her warrior's inability to kill Zordon's brats, paced across the barren hall of her former prison. She had taken up residence in the tallest tower of her new palace, but the space was too small and cramped. Plus she wanted to be somewhere all of her minions could hear her screams. For hours her hard-heeled shoes clicked against the Martian-mineral floor. Finally, her energy sagged and she flopped into a nearby chair.

"Oh, I have such a headache! Why is good help so hard to find?"

At that moment, thinking the worst was over, Squat came into the main hall. The short creature had been waiting for Rita to leave so it could go to its own quarters and sleep. Halfway to his destination, Rita spotted him, and in a new wave of fury, tossed the chair at her blue minion.

The chair shattered from the impact with Squat, but the creature's motion wasn't hindered by the blow. It only managed to entice Squat to move faster towards the entrance of his dwelling. It quickly shut the door behind itself as Rita reached for another chair and promptly locked the door.

Rita's squeals continued for several more hours. Beneath her, in the lowest levels of the tower, Finster sat at a table computer. His long, slim fingers flowing over the screen's surface as the dog-man concocted the means for his mistress's takeover of Earth.


So, I failed to finish this over break, but I did finish it. I might make a more conscious effort to publish a few more chapters, but I promise nothing until May. I'd like to hear your thoughts on my creation. Concepts, grammar, descriptions, let me know what you're thinking.