Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers.

A/N: And now I put them all back together again.


Flynn sat on the floor in his room, leaning back against his bed, staring at the desk, and the picture of the three of them. He had one knee drawn up, while the other was bent in front of him. I'm not a homosexual, he thought and winced, because he knew how untrue that statement was, now. You slept with Scott, he told himself. "But I also slept with Summer," he said aloud, as if speaking the words could make it easier for him to accept.

His door opened and Scott stood there, dressed in his customary dark jeans, red shirt and jacket. Only the way he squinted slightly and held himself stiffly gave away the night's escapades. "We have an emergency team meeting, down stairs," the red ranger said bluntly, "in five minutes." He paused, hand on the door, "It's not about what happened, Flynn."

Flynn tried to pretend he hadn't seen the hurt flare in Scott's eyes as he flinched away from his name before the red ranger had closed the door. Flynn shuddered slightly, but stood up. He brushed off his pants, straightened his shirt and grabbed his jacket, ready to face his teammates. Then he sat down on his bed, dropped his jacket beside him, buried his face in his hands and whimpered. There was no way he was ready to face them.

He sighed, and raised his head, his eyes falling on a picture of his dad. He straightened slightly, knowing his dad would not approve if he quit without trying. He stood up and opened his door, wondering why Scott had called an emergency team meeting. As he headed down the stairs, he felt guilty, because he'd never had to wonder about it before.

Summer sat at the table in the briefing area, her head pillowed on her arms, a glass of water sitting in front of her. Scott was standing by Dr K's screen, talking to him quietly. Flynn grabbed one of the chilled water bottles from the fridge, paused, and then took one out for Scott as well. Then he walked over to sit down across from Summer.

Scott turned as his stool slid on the concrete, "This morning," Scott began, he faltered as he looked at Flynn. "This morning, I received a request from Colonel Truman to join him at the West Gate. Last night, or early this morning, a group of survivors braved the barricade and came into the city. At the time, it was assumed that they'd been very lucky." Scott took a deep breath, "However, as they were being processed, one of the survivors began to act strangely. At first, they feared it was a seizure, but the survivor stopped moving in a standing position, not unlike a statue."

Flynn frowned, "What was wrong with him?"

Scott flicked his eyes at Flynn, before returning to stare at the table. "It was an android, preliminary scans indicate that it is, in fact, a Venjix 'bot."

"An android," Summer said, "you mean a machine that looks human?"

"Didn't Venjix try that already?" Flynn added.

"The android," Dr K said, "is a later generation than the previous ones; at least a generation four, if not five. The upgrades include artificial readings to simulate life for the primary sensors utilized by the Defense. It is entirely possible that the android could have passed in Corinth for an unknown amount of time with very little effort."

Scott nodded, "This also leads us to the question, is this android the first or one of many?"

"Further speculation will have to wait," Dr K, announced, "the android is being brought to one of the isolated work bays on base. As I will be assisting in the work on the android, I will not be immediately available. I suggest minimal training, due to the degree of inebriation you experienced last night."

As the trio flushed and tried to look anywhere but the screen, it went black. Flynn took his water bottle from the table and began to toy with it. Scott stood there in front of them, and Summer had put her head back down. Flynn snuck glances at the two of them, noting the way Scott rubbed his forehead, and wondered if they were hungover. "So," Scott began.

Summer lifted her head, "I want to go back to bed," she said quietly. "I want out of this nightmare."

Flynn glanced at her in shock, but when their eyes met, he looked back at the table. "You can't," Scott said, "it happened and we have to deal with it."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about this," Flynn said.

"We have to at some point," Scott replied, his voice harsh. "We all have our demons and our issues with what happened. I'm not saying we'll have a sharing moment, but I'll say this, I do not want to lose either of you over this."

"That's what you're worried about?" Flynn asked, "That'll you lose us?"

"That is my main concern," Scott replied.

"Scott I'm not gay," Flynn replied as he stood up, "this, what happened, it's not ok."

Scott's smile was not much different from the one he used when he talked about his family, "I'm not gay either, Flynn."

"Then the fact that we," Flynn stopped, he couldn't say it, he could barely think about what happened.

Scott sighed, "Did you ever hear of the term bisexual?"

Flynn backed up, his mind suddenly thrown into a whirling mass of panic, "No," he said, "no, ye cannot."

"I am," Scott said.

"No," Flynn whispered, as the last few pieces of his world joined the shards already piled around him.

"Flynn," Summer said.

"I need some air," Flynn said, he turned and all but ran for his truck. He climbed in and hit the automatic door opener as he started the engine.

"Flynn!" Scott shouted, his voice tight with pain.

Flynn threw his truck into gear and pealed out of the garage in a manner reminiscent of Scott in better days. He fumbled with his seatbelt with one hand as he steered with the other.

The path he drove had become familiar in the past few weeks as he'd commuted from his dad's place to the Base, finding all the familiar turns and businesses were exactly what he needed to calm down. When he got to his dad's place, Flynn felt completely and utterly drained. As he slid out of the truck, his dad came out of the garage, wiping his hands on a rag. Nothing really needed to be said as Flynn stared at his dad, but when his dad embraced him, Flynn could feel, if not whole, at least, he was safe.