Here's chapter two of Power Rangers: Guardians, folks! Hope you enjoy it. Review if you'd please.

I do not own Power Rangers or any of the associated trademarks. Those rights are Hasbro

My OC's are my own.

Rated T for Language reasons.

Tony POV (Yellow)

Tony was ready for tonight. He was one of the folks performing on stage. He'd been preparing all summer and, after he'd run home and changed, he was ready to let his adoring fans hear his melodious voice. He had a, for now, small but active fanbase. It was a work in progress and this performance will help boost those numbers.

Lance had only agreed to help with set up, despite Tony's many attempts to get him on stage. If there was one person Tony would share the stage with, it was Lance. Tony couldn't help but wonder about what occurred earlier. He and Lance most likely had a target on their backs now and Tony knew he put them there.

Oh well. It probably won't be too bad anyway. He liked to view that target as a spotlight.

Before they knew it, day turned to night and, soon enough, Tony's time to shine was nearly there! He tried to find Roxanne but she must've left already. He'd have to catch up to her later and tell her everything about his performance. Lance was in Claire World again, and Tony could see her talking to...what's his face….he thinks the name started with a G? Tony was very unaware of the minor characters in his life, especially if they served no purpose for his story.

Tony needed to ask Claire when he was supposed to go up. He also needed to decide on what song he'd use, and what message he'd want to send with it. Should he go country with a dash of wholesome? Hard rock with sadness mixed in? Tony is an actor and a musician and, although he was ranged in both aspects, the festival was his first big performance. He had to choose the right song or else his fame would be over before it even started.

He began to walk to Lance for help, but saw the boy was talking to...Chad. Oh shit. When did he wake up? This was not good.

Lance POV (Blue)

When Chad had walked over to him, a few things ran through Lance's mind. He mostly wondered how quickly he could run home before Chad caught up to him and the fastest route. The odds were not in his favour. Before the idea to run reached his legs, Chad had put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry about before. It's just, you know how it is. If your buddy does something stupid, you know how it is, right?" He said with a smile that was all bright, gleaming white teeth. He was basically a football-playing Hercules, the Disney variety of course. That made Lance about a billion times more afraid. However, the jock's words rang true in his head. His mind flashed to Tony.

"Unfortunately, I know exactly what you're talking about. I'm sorry about Tony...He tends to allure people. It's weird."

"Rich is a little angry. Just...try to keep him on a leash, big guy." He starts walking away, patting Lance on the back which causes his glasses to fall off. Chad walks over to Claire and Gavin, and puts an arm around Claire's shoulders.

Lance reaches down for his glasses, rubbing the dirt off with his sleeve. As he puts them on, he turns and sees this interaction. He couldn't help the sharp pain that prodded through his chest. He'd liked Claire for...well he'd lost track. He smiled sadly.

Lance knew that guys like him didn't get the girl. He knew that he never stood a chance. Why would a girl like that, pick the geeky guy over the Adonis? Lance attempted to disperse these thoughts from his mind and, like a godsend, came Tony. There was a first time for everything after all.

"Hey man, so I need help-are you okay?" Tony asked, his tone changing with breakneck speed from obnoxious to caring. He knew Lance had issues with his self-confidence and that it could spring up at any time.

"I'm...I'm fine. I think I'm just gonna head home. I'm sorry I can't stay for your gig." The guilt seeped out of the tone of his voice, in a way that felt purely unique to Lance. You could feel remorse in every word.

"Hey, man, it's no issue. I can head home with you…"

"No. I want you to enjoy your gig. I'm rooting for you, after all. You're gonna rock the house," Lance said, trying to force a genuine smile for his friend. Tony had worked hard for it, and Lance wasn't about to ruin it. "Oh, and by the way, pick the rock love song. You play it well."

"You got it...and besides, this is recorded anyway. We can watch it tomorrow and when I win my Grammy in a few years. It's no sweat." Tony hoped his jokes would cause a smile to spread across his friend's face, alas to no avail.

"Yeah. Definitely. I'll see you tomorrow, buddy," Lance said, patting Tony's shoulder. He walked to his bicycle and rode off. He started to head home but, almost on instinct, he turned and headed for the fields a bit outside of town.

The town was a weird conglomerate between a city and a small town. It had all the bells and whistles and business of a city, not to mention the tall buildings, yet it had that small town sense of home. People knew each other here.

Tony had first started going to the hill in sixth grade. Fast forward about four years, and he still went often. It wasn't too far, and his parents knew it's where he went to write and think. They found it cute that he had a spot all to himself. He soon ended up there and began to sit on the hill. His hands wandered to his notebook. He knew on days like this, when he got like this, he should go home, but not tonight. Tonight, he'd let the thoughts come to him, the bad ...and the worse.

Gavin POV

"So I was a little late. I may have stopped for coffee...and then got distracted by a girl at the coffee shop. I'm here now aren't I?"

Claire just stared him down, shaking her head as though she was a disappointed mother. "You fucked over my entire….schedule…...for a girl?!"

"How much do I have to put into the donation bin to calm you down?"

"Oh, you better drop your whole damn wallet."

Gavin sighs, pulls out his wallet and drops his cash into the donation bin. "I'm so glad I didn't buy you coffee."

"It would've been cold by the time you showed up anyway," Claire said, in a deadpan tone. She had her hand on her hips and was giving him a look he's pretty sure was meant to signify that he should fear for his life.

"What's the big deal? You had some of the lower classers from the neighborhood so you didn't need me. I got up so early for this, Claire. I mean, really early. A man of my stature should be allowed to get up whenever he pleases," Gavin said.

Claire sighs and turns to Chad. "Can you go and make sure all the performers are ready? I have to beat this idiot with a clipboard."

"Of course, babe, no issue." He pecks her cheek and heads off in the opposite direction at a fast pace.

Gavin however, had bolted, with Claire following. She was seriously going to beat him with a clipboard. Dear God. Gavin had always figured he'd die from an assassination attempt, although this method always seemed fairly obvious. Death by girl in a clipboard. Oh well, at least he knew she would make sure not to hit the face. That was his moneymaker after all.

Roxanne (Black)

Roxanne thought this job was easy. Clearly, she thought wrong. It started simple enough. Everyone in town was at the festival, meaning she could knock over a few hundred bucks from the antique shop. She'd waited until nightfall to make her move, and she'd gone through the back door since the owner always forgot to lock it up. She'd only meant to grab a few items, nothing too large or noticeable but, clearly, Lady Luck hadn't been on her side tonight.

When she went to grab an antique lamp that she was sure she could scam some fucker for, she accidentally knocked over a huge old timey encyclopedia and it fell on her foot.

"Fuck! Shit-Dick motherfucking asslicking, fuckmuncher! That hurt!" She exclaimed before quickly bringing her hands to her mouth. Well shit. She'd probably alerted someone about her presence.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Roxanne repeated under her breath as she shoved random small items into a box before running out of the building. With her luck, her little outburst probably triggered a silent alarm.

She'll have to look through what she got and figure out a plan at home. Here's hoping she hit a gold mine. As Roxanne started walking, she wouldn't notice the faint black glow emanating from her bag, or what it would hold for her destiny.

Tony POV

Lance not being in the audience didn't exactly help Tony's nerves, but eh. What could possibly go wrong now, huh? Oh shit. Here comes Claire with her clipboard. Probably not good.

"Tony, I'm afraid I need to take you off the schedule due to some conflicts," Claire says. Her tone was a mix between sweet and patronizing. As usual.

"But...but I held this spot for weeks!" Tony remarked.

"Yes, but there were complications and you were removed. Sorry. Wish I could help," she said with a head tilt before going after Gavin again.

"The fu-" Tony paused, as he saw some children walk by. As soon as he was sure they were out of hearing range, he continued. "-ck!"

Well great. Oh well. If they won't let him play on stage, there were other options…

And that's how Tony found himself sitting on a crate near the entrance with his guitar and an open case. Guy has to make money somehow, right? He didn't even notice the faint yellow glow coming from the case, but he would soon enough.

Gavin. (Red)

Gavin had returned home. In all the chaos, some idiot had spilled something on him, so he had to get a fresh change of clothes. Claire would understand...probably. She hopes that his "desire to look presentable for everyone" would render her content with him.

As soon as he changed, he was ready to head back out the door when he saw his parents with guests. "Oh. Mother. Father. I was unaware you were having company tonight." Gavin said, entering the living room. The man and the woman on the couch looked casual, almost...domestic. You'd never believe one was a four star general and the other was his school principal (also, they're Claire's parents). Her father preferred to be called "The General" or just "General Thompson" and her mother, Mrs. Thompson was the fiercest principal Andromeda Bay had ever seen.

"Hello General, Mrs. Thompson," he said, greeting the general with a handshake. The General always squeezed a little too firmly, as if he was trying to scare Gavin with a show of strength. It always worked.

"Gavin, it's wonderful to see you. Aren't you supposed to be volunteering with Claire?" Mrs. Thompson asked. She placed Gavin on a pedestal from the moment she met him as a child, often encouraging his friendship with Claire.

"I am. I just came home for a change of clothes," he said, attempting to fix his posture in front of her and his parents. He always felt intimidated when these four were together.

"We were just discussing a new piece of legislation we're attempting to get passed, Son," his father says. "While you're up there, would you mind running up to the attic and grabbing us a box of papers we need."

Gavin nodded and hastily ran the long spiral staircase. He didn't stop until he reached the attic. He walked inside, taking in the spacious room. He used to sleep here during his youth when he'd like to explore the mansion. He began to dig around all the stuff scattered around the room, however, he hadn't yet noticed the faint red glow that came from a box sat atop a shelf. It'd be very clear to him soon enough.

Claire POV (White)

Claire and Chad were walking around the festival, looking at all the booths and games. Chad had convinced her to take a much needed break from leadership. She couldn't lead if she was burnt out. Besides, everything was going according to plan. Claire suddenly saw something, a prize for a milk toss carnival game, the one where you knock down something with a ball. People say they were always rigged but Claire was more focused on the prize. It was a diamond-shaped gem shaped attached to a leather style bracelet. The gem itself had a faint yellow glow. She didn't know why she was drawn to it but she felt like she needed to have it.

She gently tugged on the arm of Chad's jacket. "Think you can win me a prize?" She grins with a tinge of challenge in her voice.

Minutes later and after many dollars spent and many balls thrown, Claire clasped the bracelet to her wrist. The gem looked beautiful up close, and it felt...almost right to have it on her wrist, like it belonged there.

"Thanks Chad. I...I love it." She said with a smile, looking up at him.

He smiled back at her. "Anytime. I'll do anything if it brings that smile to your face." The way he held her in his arms reminded her of the fact that he was basically built like Chris Evans, a fact she didn't mind.

"Wow. You're nearing swoon territory buster."

"I'll catch you if it comes down to it."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached swoon," she said as his lips covered hers with a kiss.

Lance POV (Blue)

Lance dropped his bag onto the floor of the shack. He found the abandoned shack years ago, around the 7th grade. It was in the middle of a large field near town. It was abandoned but he got permission from the city council to turn it into a hangout. Nobody had been on the land in years since the soil was no longer fertile. So there was no use for this property until he found it. His dad hooked up electricity around the place and had helped improve the structure so it wouldn't collapse on Lance's head.

Lance headed out to the field, where he usually went to think. He went up the hill, where a small blue beach chair was already set up. Lance had spent plenty of time here in the summer. He could see the entire city from the top. He sighed and leaned back in the chair. He'd lived his entire life in this town, and yet...he felt most like himself in this chair, with this view. An outsider looking in, instead of having to interact with the people around him.

What was so good about other people anyway?

He'd continued looking towards the city when he looked up toward the sky. He saw a shooting star. 'Maybe I should make a wish'

"I wish…I wish I could be a hero," he said aloud. It sounded ridiculous once he heard it, but he...he needed to say it.

Suddenly he heard a loud whooshing sound. He looked back up at the sky and saw that, instead of the shooting star flying across the sky, it was heading right toward him!

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!' He yelled, running from his chair and attempting to reach his shack. He did not plan to go the way of the dinosaurs!

It landed on the ground swiftly, barely missing him but the impact sent him flying.

Once he landed, he groaned. "Am I dead?" He wondered. He sat up and instantly felt shooting pain. "Nope. Still alive."

He attempted to stand and managed to do so after the third attempt. He headed toward the meteor. Instead the burnt crater was a gem. It had a blue glow to it. Lance hesitantly reached for it and, when he touched it, he felt something. A surge of power. An instinct that told him his life would never be the same again. Once he realized that the gem was the charm on a bracelet, it only felt right to clasp it onto his wrist. Once it clicked, it felt like finishing a puzzle with a piece he never knew was missing.