Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers; I do own Andrew (he's mine!), Scout Rin, Daniel Cade, the Glaph, Damek, Gael, Kaen, Eara, Mallory C., KRA, the plot, the feelings and everything else you don't recognize!

A/N: For the love of all that is Stripey! You're here! Come in!! Feel at home!!
Sorry this is short. Next chapter will be happy. Hopefully;)
How did you guys know whose daughter is she? I mean I know I clued you but… sheesh people! Now all you have to solve is Kaen's N amulet. You'll never guess whose relative is he :P

AH/AY: :O I'm speechless!

GinaStar: should've read the other one… it was nicer… how old are you? O0

Star Fata: well, the kid is smart, what can I say? ;)

Slytherin-Angel44: I say, put the blame on Phantom Rogue :P don't worry, they will know he's okay soon enough.

Phantom Rogue: maybe he's denser than his dad. Oh wait; no one is denser than Andros! O:D

zeopurple: maybe not :P

PRISFAN: we all hope so. 20 chapters are more than enough……but he keeps me going…

Quest into Space III: Serenity
by DarkHonda aka Tal

Chapter 20

It was 5:00 AM and I was laying in my bed, on my back, wide awake; I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat and I clearly couldn't think. What happened a few hours ago…I couldn't even realize how I managed driving all the way back, tears blurring my vision, my eyes slowly burning in agony. I didn't need to hear that, I didn't need to be told how much she suffers and how much my brother misses me. I didn't need to see I've made their life hell.
I tried to swallow the lump that threatened to tear my throat, but failed. I started crying again, silently, I turned on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. Sorry… I was so sorry…
All these years that I have suffered silently were good, I now knew why I suffered silently- because I didn't want to see her like this, broken, agonized, yearning… it was all my fault.
Why did I have to be so stupid? So idiotically stupid and boundless. I should've kept quiet; I should've not confronted dad or run away. I should've stayed and try to work it out. I made her like this, I made her so broken… how could I live with this thought? With these…blame and heartache?

I was still crying, what kind of man I was? Why such a coward? A lame excuse for a human, a lame excuse for a real son… I became dizzy and blurry, the next thing I knew what that I finally fell asleep.

I woke up suddenly, as if someone has just awoken me, at first I was confused, not really sure why I was up; but then I got out of bed, walking sleepily to the Synthetron to get my usual large mug of hot chocolate to open the morning with. I pressed a few buttons and the mug appeared, I grabbed it and walked to the living room. I glanced out of my living room's window, it was dawn, I slept for what- two hours? My mind was empty, so terrifyingly empty, but I didn't want to think or feel or talk. It was Christmas morning and I was alone, seeking for a piece of peace and quiet in the hectic life the KRA offered me. I sat on the couch drinking my hot chocolate silently, wishing I wasn't so alone, so… unbelievably unhappy.
My palms were circling the mug, it was warm and the sweet scent of the hot brown liquid entered my nostrils, reminding me of my amazing childhood; I realized just how innocent I've been back then. How good.

And now I had to accept the fact that the only person I ever wanted to be with, was the only person rejecting me so strongly. I had to accept that it was okay for someone not to like me or care about me. I had to admit my father and I have never been good to each other, that it was just a waste of time trying to be a part of a family who didn't need me or wanted me. I had to admit that I was just some mistake that mum wasn't able to correct. It was hard, it hurt me so much;
I thought everything would turn out differently, I thought that someday we will become a family, just the innocence of a thirteen years old, I guess, because when he was reunited with my mum, he took everything I had. My homeworld, my mum, my life… I gave it to him willingly, I was even curious to see what will turn out but somewhere in the road, life turned hell on me and it wasn't just my school life.

I'm proud to be my mother's son but for thirteen years I was her son, for thirteen years I thought my father was dead and you know what? A part of me wanted to be his son too. For once, being his son. When-when you don't have a father, you want a father, you need a father and when I did get my father back, practically from the dead… he rejected me… he was just…so ashamed of me, as if I'm some hideous creature he doesn't want anything to do with…

But it doesn't matter. It can't matter anymore, because I never believed in him anyway; because he broke me so many times already that there is nothing else to destroy. 'I won't give him the pleasure of doing this to me again, I'll protect the little innocence I've got left,' I decided, 'his Sorry isn't enough now, it's not right!'

And maybe, maybe one day, I'll be able to face him again; maybe one day I'll wake up, get a car from Mecha and drive home, knock on the door and he'll stand there, like he missed me, like he loves me. And then I'll jump into his arms, and maybe then, in that precise moment, I'll be innocent again. I know I wouldn't ask anything else in the world.
Maybe we'll sit on the couch in the living room and I'll tell him that I'm sorry it happened to us, that I just want to be his son and he'll listen and then he'll smile and he'll tell me that nothing else matters because I'm there and he loves me and that he's proud of me. I know I'll be happy, so happy…

I wanted to see that day, I wanted to reconcile, I wanted to be able to return home but now… I could barely look at him, I could barely think of him, of my family; I love them so much but this, the KRA, my dream- right now it was the only thing strong and visible in my life.

"I swear," I muttered to myself, putting the emptied mug of hot chocolate, "One day, when I feel I'm ready to handle the events of my leave, I will. I'll go home and face it all, no matter what," I vowed, my heart agreed with me. Deep down I knew all I need is time, after all time is the greatest healer of all, isn't it?

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, I got up tiredly and reached for the door, opening it and peeking out. Gael was fidgeting there, wearing pajamas and a coat, I smiled. He didn't seem tired like he always was at morning practices. Maybe it was Christmas' Spirit.

A/N: well, that's it for today. I have another chapter written but I'm not happy with it. You guys will have to wait a little longer. Sorry. Review?