Jacob Doyle was a drug dealer. He sold people every drug you could think of for cheaper than you could get a bottle of water. Everyone in the city went to him. He made a lot of business and satisfied his customers. However, he was a big name in drug dealing, and the cops were after him. That's why, when a man in a blue suit came to see him one day, he was very, very scared. Then this man bought 60 dollars of cocaine and disappeared into the crowd. He told his wife and business partner about it later that night. "This guy, he walks up to me and I think he's gonna tell me off or report me to the police and then he goes and gives me 60 bucks and takes his cocaine and leaves. And the weirdest part - he was in a blue suit. A blue Power Ranger suit."

Jayden sat in his room. He was tired of fighting. He just wanted to rest, maybe to die, even. But he didn't. He had to be alert for the Gap Sensor. The Nighlok were not yet defeated, the battle not yet won. He knew his team would keep fighting until the very end, but would it be enough? These were the thoughts going through the Red Ranger's head as he sat on his bed. Then Kevin came in. He knocked politely on the door, and Jayden jumped three feet in the air. "Yeah?" he called, and Kevin came inside. "Dude, you've got to lay off. You're freaking everyone out. Just go on a double date with me and Antonio." Jayden shook his head. "I've no one to date."

"Yeah, sure. Just mention one word of it to Mia and she stiffens and goes to cry in her room with her red stuffed frog and her many, many posters of your face."

"Shut up."

"Ok then."

"Look, I'm so glad that you're trying to help me, but I'd really like to be depressed right now." Suddenly, Kevin's face went pale, and he staggered backwards. "Kevin? Kev!" Jayden was about to panic. "Kev, are you okay?" Kevin shook his head, then turned and ran out of the room. Jayden pulled out his Samuraizer and made several extremely important calls.

Jayden didn't know. That was all Kevin could think as he bent over the sink in his bathroom. He was getting worse, and Jayden didn't know. No one knew. Not even his boyfriend. Oh, god. Antonio. He'd have to dump him now. He'd lose him anyway if he kept up like this. He felt another panic attack coming, stronger than the one in Jayden's bedroom, but this time, he didn't try to fight it. He flipped, throwing things everywhere and cracking the mirror. He turned, fire in his eyes, looking for something else to damage, and saw it. The corner of the bag… he hadn't, not for months, but it calmed him. It made him feel good. Why, why hadn't he gotten rid of it? Why had he gone to that man on the street? Why couldn't he do anything right? And before he knew it, he was snorting it up.

"Mia, I need your help." Mia listened intently to all of Jayden's instructions. "Jayden, what is wrong?" He wouldn't tell her. Not over the phone. She eventually hung up and turned to Mike and Antonio. She looked regretfully at the latter and said, "there's something wrong with him."

"Jayden?"

"Kevin. He wouldn't tell me, but from the way he was talking, it's bad. I think he might have had several panic attacks. He's in his room doing lord-knows-what right now." At 'Kevin' both Antonio and Mike looked horrified. For all their bantering insults, Mia often forgot that Mike was his best friend. "I'll find him and help him, okay? You two get Emily, and a doctor. Bring them to the Shiba house." They both nodded, their faces serious (for once) and their mouths pressed into tight lines. They both ran in opposite directions, and Mia symbol power-ed herself home.

When she got there, she ran right into Jayden. "Jay, is he alright?"

"I thought you could help him more. He trusts you." She nodded. "Ok. He's in his room?" His turn to nod. "Mia… do be careful. He's very powerful, and people like that tend not to want to be helped." Mia wondered how he knew that, but decided now wasn't the time to ask. She simply nodded and went into his room. The sight was horrific. There were five envelopes on Kevin's bed, each addressed to one of the Rangers, and a large bag of some white powder. It was open on the bed, and all over the sheets. She approached it, touched it, sniffed it. "Cocaine?" Suddenly very apprehensive, she walked slowly and carefully toward the bathroom. She pushed the door open and stared, horrified.

If the sight in the last room was bad, this was about twenty times worse. Kevin lay on the floor, bloody knife in hand. He wasn't breathing. His heart didn't beat. Mia knelt, trying to see if there was any way to help him, but he was gone. Kevin had committed suicide.

So…

Sorry for the unexpectedly dark chapter. I have been writing a lot of dark shit lately, and I wanted to see just how dark I could go…

I may have to change my rating for this, but I don't want to, because generally I only use M for lemons and... yeah. Sorry.

Did you like it? Did you hate it? Was it horribly written? Was it too emotional? Was it way too dark and depressing for a children's TV show? Rate and review and let me know!

Love you all,
Allie