Disclaimer; I do not own the power rangers

A/N: This is the last of Vida's chapters. Next is Rose. I know these weren't as good as the others, but Rose is a return to my traditional format.

Vida regarded her latest project, a Minotaur head, similar to the one on Xander's helmet; and reflected that she had changed a lot in the past year. She had changed for her team, and she wasn't sure she was angry about it. When not faced with abject terror, she had found herself to be calm, more patient and more willing to listen to other people's ideas. Once upon a time, she would have taken off the head of anybody who dared to challenge her thoughts, opinions and ideas.

"Would that be for me?" Xander asked, coming up behind her.

"Xander," Vida said, spinning, "you startled me." She slipped the Minotaur into her uniform pocket, "What are you talking about?" She glanced around, but the Rock Porium was as empty as it had been all day. Something big was going to happen, and everybody was staying in and around their homes. Vida shivered slightly, she had been feeling the changes coming for weeks, and the dread and revulsion had made her angrier than she usually was. Which she had been taking out on her friends more than she should have.

"Vida, we all know you write those poems," Xander said, he lifted his hand, then dropped it; "you don't have to hide them."

Vida shrugged, "Whatever, look, Xander, I was wondering about something. Maddie told me she saw you and Chip together."

Xander blushed, "Yeah, about that…" he glanced down at the floor, and then back up at Vida, "I didn't know what to tell you."

"You could have started with, Vida, I'm gay," Vida replied. Then glanced around to make sure no customers had snuck up on them.

"I'm not," Xander said, lowering his voice and glancing around as well; "Vida, I'm bisexual. You of all people should have figured that out."

"Me, of all…Xander, we agreed that would never be spoken of," Vida said, slugging him in the shoulder.

"Ow, Vida, geez, do you always have to get violent?" Xander asked. "And I wasn't speaking of the thing that we never speak of; I'm speaking of the thing we never talked about. There's a huge difference."

"You should have been more specific," Vida said growled. She pulled the poem from her pocket, "Here," she said. "Enjoy."

Once Xander had it in his hand, she turned and headed for the turntables, waving her hand to show that she'd heard his thank you. She watched, the music drowning out all the noise, as he unfolded it. She hated seeing people react to her poems, they weren't good, but it was the effort that gave them their meaning. Xander mouthed the words, but Vida already knew them, they were burned into her mind.

Everyone hears your voice

A friendly hello that offers

Dreams of exotic nights

They do not hear your secrets

Everyone sees your face

Model looks and warming smile

Invitation unspoken to a fun time

They do not see your fears

Everyone feels your charm

It draws them in

Like flies to honey

They do not feel your doubts

Everyone notices you

Good looks, charming, your voice,

They are drawn to you like butterflies

They do not taste the bittersweet.

Xander smiled softly as he folded up the poem, looking up at Vida, he signed thank you as he slipped it into his pocket. Then a familiar red haired blur crashed into him and Vida looked up startled, to find LeeLee, Nick, and Madison following Chip. She waved at them before flipping records to something lighter than what had been playing. She slipped her headphones around her neck as Xander began talking and waving his hands. "The poem was awesome!" He was saying, "It's not Emily Brown or whoever she was, but, it's Vida at her best."

"Vida is good at poetry," Madison agreed.

Xander glanced at Chip, "You haven't shared any poems lately," he commented.

Chip shrugged, "I haven't had one to share."

"Ok," Xander said, "you and I need to talk later, though. I have a question for you."

"Uh oh," Vida called, "not the 'we need to talk' line!"

"Wrong kind of talk," Xander called back.

"TMI," Vida responded with a laugh. Her good mood, however, was killed as their cells went off. That was never a good sign.