Summary: After being turned into Rangers, they did not think something more disturbing would happen to them, however, the universe has other plans for them.

One day, the Rangers awaited the arrival of their leader to the Juice Bar, only to be greeted by a battered Jason wrapped in bandages stained with blood; He was much more reserved than usual, fatigued, afflicted, and enveloped in an overwhelming burden... What happened to him! Why Jason of the day for another change!

Jason has a secret he has kept, hidden behind his walls. Now, its walls are about to crumble and its secret is coming to light.

What if Jason Coinless (before his alleged death at the hands of Drakkon) accidentally travels to a world similar to his a few months before Evil Green?

Boom! Studios AU.

Disclaimer: Hasbro/Saban's owns Power Rangers and the characters inside, not me.

Prologue: Worrying Reaction

It was a Friday afternoon in Angel Grove, a small town located in California, by many people considered a place to go on vacation and even live, however in the last few days the quiet town became one place you wouldn't want to visit, much less live from the incursion of a space witch named Rita Repulsa, however, The inhabitants have been protected by the group of heroes called "Power Rangers" since the very day of the empress of evil's arrival, making them dwelling more pleasant. Currently the temperature was warm for this time of year.

In a youth center, Ernie's Juice Bar and Gym, a very popular place for many dancers, musicians and teenagers. Mainly to hang out, have fun and meet new friends. It has weights, sports equipment and more. Our attention is focused one group of 4 teenagers sitting at a table, they had each recently ordered their milkshakes from the place manager while they were talking about a serious situation, apparently waiting for one last person, if the missing lonely seat intuited that.

One of the teenagers, a girl to be exact, was playing with her pink color anxiously between the fingers of her right hand. She had light brown hair tied up in a ponytail that fell down to her shoulders. She was pretty. Her brown eyes shone with love for life. She was thin and very small, relatively short compared to her other friends. She was wearing a navy blue sweater, with a white shirt under the sweater that is pink on the inside. With a set of dark blue shorts and pink shoes. It was Kimberly Aant Hart, the Pink Ranger.

Kim swallowed saliva nervously, her eyes wandering a couple of seconds to the Juice Bar entrance before turning her attention to Ernie, who left the tray of the ordered milkshakes. She offered a smile of thanks to the man, and took her strawberry flavored Milkshake. Kim sipped a little uneasy her milkshake once again looking with a frown of concern at the entrance of the Juice Bar. Taking a sigh, before drinking again muttering: "you have not arrived ", in her voice with a pinch of uncertainty and disappointment. He is never late. Never. Especially in such an important situation.

Looking for the last time at the entrance of the Juice Bar, she gave a little sigh turning her attention to her notebook while still drinking her milkshake. Scribbled the sheet of his notebook, a loving smile traced her lips appreciating her work, still enjoying the sweet taste of strawberry and milk. It was a drawing of a tyrannosaurus and a pterodactyl. She looked at the drawing a little melancholy, hoping that someday that longed-for day would come to pass and sighed again; Now with yearning. He hasn't arrived yet.

On her left side sat her best friend, Trini Kwan, the Yellow Ranger. She had her eyes closed, shaking her head to the sound of music playing in her earphone. She muttered some meaningless words that went with the rhythm of music and ignored the world around her.

Trini was a tall, thin girl with long, dark hair. Of Asian descent. She was pretty, with brown eyes that seemed to shine with love for life. She was dressed in a yellow sleeveless shirt with blue jeans and white short. She was the nicest girl in Angel Grove, open and friendly with everyone she knew.

"... Do you think anyone noticed? You know, about us," asked hesitantly, a male voice, soft, almost nervous. The voice was provided by William "Billy" Cranston, the Blue Ranger. He was tall and thin, the thin muscles were seen in his arms under the short-sleeved white blouse he wore, above a cobalt blue jacket. His light brown hair was very short. His blue eyes were hidden under metal glasses. He was wearing blue jeans and sneakers.

"I don't know," Kimberly shrugged, finally leaving her milkshake on the table. Looking seriously at each of her friends, she said seriously: "let's hope not. We've been careful."

"I'm sure everyone is still shocked by all this recent situation," he secured another male voice firmly, leaving his milkshake on the table and focusing his attention on his genius friend. The voice was provided by Zachary "Zack" Taylor, the Black Ranger. He was not as tall as Billy, but he was still thin. Hard muscles covered his body. Of African American Descent. However, he didn't mind having eyes for a single girl. He was the kindest person in the whole city, he smiled easily and loved life. He wore a purple shirt over black pants, and black sneakers.

"Zack is right," Trini agreed quietly, lowering his hearing earphone from his ears. She frowned, before adding seriously: "besides, my mom once again went into helicopter mode. Calls. Messages. Wants to know where I am all the time. I thought that had already been solved!" She emphasized her point, taking her phone out of her bag to show.

"Positive. My mom did too," Billy quickly nodded in agreement with Trini. He sat down in his chair, bending one of the wrinkles on his jacket and frowning with his hand. "She may be something sweet with me, however... I'm going to need a structured and congruent excuse this time." He said quietly, lowering his head slightly.

"Although, it's not just our friends and family that we care about. Also, as reporters, I think we made a mistake there," Kim seriously recalled, she paused to take a deep respite in order to continue: "I think we should talk about this whit first Jas-" before she could continue to speak, her prayer died in her mouth when she saw her friends opening their eyes in dismay and concern. Kim followed the eyes of her friends only to be horrified by what she saw.

A young man, tall and with wide shoulders had entered the Juice Bar. He had dark brown hair, almost black which he kept short. With dark brown eyes. His white short-sleeved shirt sprinkled with a crimson liquid, with a red striped black jacket that hid the muscles of his shoulders from view, but you could clearly see the well-developed muscles in the upper and lower parts of his arms. However, the skin of his arms was hidden by a dirty and disagreeable reddish bandage. The upper part was loose and did not show the well-defined muscles of the upper chest and stomach. His thin waist and hips were also hidden under the top, the powerful muscles of his legs hidden under the loose black pants she wore. The white sneakers peeking out under the fold of the trousers. It was Jason Lee Scott, the Red Ranger.

The stiff young man entered the place hesitating, carefully embracing one of his arms. He seemed to stop for a moment and study the place with his eyes. Despite the way he looked, in his dark eyes he could see intense pain and much tormented guilt that he was trying to hide, that little glow in his eyes and his tense posture when looking at crowds of people. He was silent and seemed to carry this burden, one that enveloped him in the sadness that radiated from him, and when they looked him in the eye, Jason seemed to be drowning in something. It did not help the cuts, bruises and fresh wounds on the skin of his face. The blood was still running out.

The Rangers got up from their seats and approached their friend in red at a brisk pace. The Red Ranger seemed to retreat from them, stepping back and clenching their fists. Jason's expression contracted. He seemed overwhelmed by all this. He seemed overwhelmed with them mere presence. In his eyes there was some unusual fear, which he tried to hide by hanging his head and looking away; All he got was that his body would tremble.

"Jason?"

Jason shuddered when his friends whispered his name. He looked at them as if he had seen a ghost, with a distant look of horror. The young Scott collapsed when he saw the worry in Kimberly's eyes. Now he had injected himself in panic. Warm. Quiet noises of worry. The soft familiarity covered his shoulder. A deep pain like the bones when he curled his fingers and grimaced at the burst of pain. His whole body hurt as if he had been hit again and again against a wall. His breath was stuck with the disgusting memory that was throbbing in his mind. Jason's heart started to burn and throw away more and more. And the breath starts to break.

Kimberly pulled her hand off Jason's shoulder, worried and hurt by the reaction, while the young Red Ranger walked away from the contact as if it were burning him. In fact, Jason had become stiff and looked at Kim's hand as if his friend were welding knives.

If Kimberly had to say when exactly Jason started acting strangely, she would probably have said it. No, cross that out. She would definitely have said it a couple of days ago. Today was not an exceptionally unusual day. It is true that Jason was a little different as he was starting to usually act rare. But other than that, it was quite a normal day. They destroyed a monster from Rita and drove back Goldar. Although after that, Jason was in complete silence at some ambiguous time of the day, but that was not unusual for him, and no one else had been talking anyway.

But now... looking at him... she noticed. Jason looks so distressed. He is always tense, and he is so restless, and he goes away from them all the time. He ACTS as if he is scared of them. It was not simply his personality, it was much deeper. And they, his friends, hadn't noticed that problem in him. Everything was silent. Then it happened. The moment Jason started acting strangely, and the moment the walls that Jason had built so high began to crack. Kim's breathing got stuck when something flashed in Jason's eyes. Guilt. Fear. Anguish hardened by a sudden movement of his head as he looked away.

Kim did not notice anything strange at first. But then, as went along, she heard a sound. Confused, she looked around, looking for the source of that horrible noise. Then she found him. Her friend, Jason. To Kim's immense surprise and shock, in a split second Jason had violently collapsed to the ground in a muffled noise, embracing his even tighter chest.

A sharp and painful sensation has arisen in Jason's chest. It feels like the beginning of an attack, no. He feels like he did that day, just before he fainted that last day. His eyes open to recognition as his heart begins to kill him, then he puts his hand to the chest falsely trying to relieve the pain. He is panting harder and harder as his entrails twist and the acidic sensation reaches his esophagus. Burning. It burns a lot.

Jason opened his eyes in fear, only to see the fog roll around him. His breath was coming out in rapid and forced gasps, and his whole body was shaking. "No, not again," the tense whisper becomes in a hoarse and painful whisper. An unsuccessful search revealed that he did not have his communicator or morpher. He looked around. It was the same place he remembered, with no way out. The fog wrapped around him as he struggled against a foot that crushed his arm. A cruel, vicious, chilling laugh, a laugh that delighted in his anguish. That mean figure who lowered his crooked and sharp sword straight to his heart.

Kim saw Jason tense up, his breathing speeded up. She hesitated, undecided, scared. Her mind was frozend when Jason shuddered, looking extremely distraught. "Jason?!" She screamed, worried at the moment her brain recorded what had just happened. She bent down in an instant and tried to touch Jason to reassure him. Jason was paralyzed, stiff as a board. He sat still for a total of 5 seconds, then looked up, with a frightened look in his eyes. He rose half way up, still on the ground, and hurried move back.

Jason was sitting, bent against one of his prison walls. He wondered if his friends knew where he was. Surely they were trying to find him? Jason got rid of his doubts. His friends would come to rescue him. He just had to be patient. He trembled. It was cold here, especially with all the fog. The echo of a despicable laugh resounded in the room. Jason got tense. The same cursed figure of green and white color appeared, but it was... Transparent, ghostly. As Jason watched, the ghostly figure laughed in the same way that tormented his soul and then disappeared. Jason shuddered when he heard his name in a buzz of panic and worry of female origin. Jason looked up, his eyes wide open.

"Who's there?"

The silence answered.

Jason ran out of breath in his throat. Jason didn't know how long he could put up with this. He had been here for who knows how long, with strange ghostly visions tormenting him in his prison. Killing each of his friends... his family... his city... everything.

The others remained frozen, scrutinizing the juice bar in panic. There was an overwhelming amount of pain, sadness, worry and fear in them eyes.

The chill terrified Kim. It wasn't cold at the Juice Bar, not even close by. However, Jason kept shaking, more and more frequently. Jason's eyes were now glazed, if possible, enlarged with fear. She took him by the hand and rubbed his fingers against his palm, in a soothing effect. Zack approached his friend when he began to have spasms and shook his shoulders. Trini was gently pressing Jason's hand, trying to calm him down without much success. Billy made a quick diagnosis, however he still seemed shocked by his friend's unusual reaction. The young Blue Ranger was nervous, worried, his stomach was overturning.

Jason could finally hear the others talking, talking to each other, probably trying to talk to him. But he could not understand his words. Everything they said got mixed up in a big incoherent mess. And with this, his vision began to blur again, lumping them all together into a giant mass of color. He could see one of the colors approaching, a spot of pink, before feeling a soft grip, a warm hug. More words were being said, but he couldn't understand any of it. He was tense and frozen in panic, looking into nothingness. He really couldn't say that. But fortunately, the blot released him and he backed off. The whole group seemed to retreat, giving him space, and so he could breathe again.

Jason felt terror and relief running through him. The thought of not having to confront his friends immediately relieved him, but being so close to Kimberly only made his nerves settle in his stomach like a heavy stone. And they will squeeze, swirling their entrails for the toxic guilt.

Jason remained silent and motionless, completely lacking the energy or will. He breathed a deep sigh, feeling exhausted, closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, then bowed his head up and opened his eyes to find Kim's look. Seeing all the excitement in the eyes of the Pink Ranger was all it took for the Red Ranger to break.

"I'm fine," he dragged the words in his soft whisper, so soft that Kimberly barely heard him. Jason smiled at his friends without enthusiasm, before lowering his gaze. The other Rangers were gathered around Jason, with faces showing concern. The Rangers exchanged glances, clearly skeptical of the answer.

There were a crowd of people around the Rangers, with a morbid curiosity about the panic attack by Jason Lee Scott. Even Ernie stood beside the Rangers, a few feet removed from them, with an equally worried face.

"Jason," Trini called, gently. She deepened her frown as he bruised his gaze away from her.

"Are you sure you are fine, bro?" Zack tried to secure.

"I'm fine, guys, really," he whispered again, so hurt and dazed. Acid and discomfort threaten to come out of his throat. He feels so overwhelmed.

"Jason, you know you can talk to us," the soft, worrisome voice of a female origin causes Jason to be startled. Kim has put a soft hand on his arm, which Jason has unconsciously closed in a painful fist beside her.

"It was just..." Jason's small voice became even smaller and went off. He swallowed, fear enveloped him in a livid and desolate layer, while pain began to consume him in the depth. Emotional pain. Physical pain. The acid and toxic blame that now increases in his system.

"Was it just?" Billy asked softly, staring at him with concern under his glasses.

Jason's head bent down. His fist opens immediately, but it takes him a second to stare at Kim's troubled face before he remembers himself, remembering where he is and what they are doing there. Jason feels the bitter, sour sensation in his hand, the emptying liquid sticking between his palm and his hands. He runs his fingers through the liquid. He lowers his gaze, noticing the fluid dripping, and looks back at Kim, and then at each of them. Jason takes a deep sorrow; he look at it intensely before he prepares. "I'm fine, guys," he started cautiously, this time more firmly. He searches his fiery chest for words, runs his fingers through the liquid again for an excuse for his recent panic attack. His words feel bitter when they come out of his mouth. Because it's not really true. Not fine. He's not fine. "I was just a lost my breath, it happens sometimes."

"Jason..." Kim whispered, shocked. Her eyes were filled with concern for such bitter words and in such an rough tone in Jason's voice. So firm, so old.

Jason flexes his hand at his side. It's still shaking. He finally records the blood running through the wound inflicted on his palm. Jason sighs, glancing at each of his friends intensely with sad eyes, hardened by experience, without any spark or shine in them. Off. Seriousness in a hoarse voice comes out of him in an immediate understanding."I'm fine guys. Don't worry. Sometimes there doesn't have to be a why. It's just accepting it."

Jason Lee Scott, the Red Ranger knew it. He knew that his way of acting was not normal, not at all normal. He knew it was probably not healthy. He knew it and didn't care. He was like that for a reason, and nothing he or his friends did or said would change it, so Jason didn't care. Besides, the situation in which he found himself, how did he live? It wasn't normal either.

It was a mistake. He shouldn't have reacted that way when saw them in the eye. His friends noticed him, and now they were obliged to observe him closely for at least a few weeks. It would be harder to hide, but I would. He had to. If he didn't take his treatment, if his friends found out what was happening every day…

No, he would not let them know the truth about him.

It was a mistake, but he could not help it. Those living, noble and pure eyes. Without that anguish they had in those eyes... without see that themselves empty without any warmth. See those eyes alive again. Seeing again the eyes of his living friends. Seeing that simply screamed its truth, perfectly reflecting the situation and feelings. He was overwhelmed to hear his own soul.

He did not want to lose them as he once lost them forever.

Jason did not want to admit it, he was the leader, leaders are supposed to have no weaknesses, but he feared feverish memories, especially those that would come now because of what just happened to him. He hated that feeling of blind terror and vulnerability that always accompanied nightmares, He hated waking up in the middle of the night, stuck in sweat, shooting out ready to fight. He hated the impulse then, to call Zordon, Alpha, Kim, Zack, Billy and Trini to make sure everything was all right, that terrible and heartbreaking fear that everything wasn't all right, that his nightmare was reality. He hated hated that nightmare to come true again.

That nightmare was the reality in which he lived. Or Lived.

He had failed them once. He had failed everyone. He could not protect them and one after another they succumbed to death. And it was his fault.

They had to live, he had decided. They would live. They would not fail again. He would not give them to death again. He saw his own blood flow from the palm of his hand. This was his vow, he sighed and stamped with his own life force. He would protect them from that bastard. Especially Kim, he won't let that bastard come close to her.

He gave a deep lie, but simply shook his head and refused to say anything else. The kind insistence of his friends was answered by Jason's jaw which closed with the firmness of a closed cell.

He wasn't going to say what really happened to him.

If he wanted to protect them, to ensure that they live, he would remain silent for their sake.

TO BE CONTINUE...

Author's notes:Hello readers. First of all I apologize for writing, grammar, spelling mistakes or everything in general. English is not my mother tongue, in fact it is Spanish (American/Latin Spanish).

So if you want to correct me do it with pleasure, that way I learn more about English and correct my mistakes. In fact, that's why I'm writing in English to learn. I enjoy writing and improving my English.

Leaving aside that, I clarified some things in the chapter.

This was a prologue * slapped in the face for being an obvious captain *. This is more focused on explaining the lore fic will be based more on the perspective of the other Rangers, not Jason himself (of course, it will also be focused on Jason, after all he is the protagonist). They will try to find out what happened to the leader so why he suddenly change. It will cover some chapters from the comics and the classic series.

This fanfic is based on a big part of the Go Go Power Rangers comics from Boom! Studios, however, will have very noticeable changes to Boomverse with headcanon and additions of their own. For example, Jason and Kim's relationship, and Matthew and Kim's. So it's an AU.

Jason has PTSD after everything that happened to him in his original universe.

Yep. Is a Jimberly.I was inspired by several users of the platform to be writing this fic. I really love their content.

I hope you enjoyed it. I will gladly await your reviews. I take my leave here.

Atte: 1mporta.