Boom! Studios AU.

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

Chapter 1: Selfless altruist.

YOUTH CENTER AND JUICE BAR. A few hours before the incident of the panic attack / Jason's flashback/.

He took his initial position and started the first kata. He completed it with ease and went on to the next one, which was quickly completed, and then to the next one. Jason went on and on, his moves became more and more difficult and complicated, each one of them performed perfectly. It was around 5:05 am when Jason made his first mistake. His foot was not exactly where it should have been, too far from the other foot. This point was made when a quick kick swept Jason's leg under him and landed on his back. From there, several more kicks were made aside. Jason bit his lip and contained a curse. The groans, the complaints, and the malaise were weaknesses. Jason should not show weakness. He could not have weakness, or else he could not protect and lead his friends.

Jason stood up and returned to the kata in the requested time, and then made twenty turns. It is not usually a difficult task, but after two and a half hours of strenuous non-stop exercise, the young Scott was beginning to feel the effects of exhaustion, and the blow to the head he received when he turned around did not help, which made the Red Ranger feel a little exhausted. A little dizzy. However, Jason completed the task and performed the remaining katas perfectly.

The easy part of the training session is over. It was 6:00 am.

When he finished, Jason allowed himself to rest, used to drink some water, clean the new cuts as best he could, and change the training bandages to hide the worst bruises. His friends wouldn't notice the change. They never did. Jason easily hid it and the pain began to fade. He thanked several deities for the dizziness. Dizziness meant that his movements would be interrupted, and anything but perfection meant that he could not protect his friends. A thought that has been burning in his mind acidic and twisted ever since he returned, somehow he returned long before the arrival of that bastard.

"Jason, it's six in the morning ... what are you doing?"

Ernie's voice with a hint of scolding and bewilderment interrupted Jason's thoughts. Flashing a couple of times Jason focused his attention on the owner of the place without even looking him in the eye. Only his head turned in that direction, but he bowed, hiding his restless gaze. He couldn't stand to see anyone in the eye.

Jason swallowed saliva, before he could respond in a clear tone of sombre guilt and apology, "Excuse me, I entered without your permission Ernie. Sorry, I was just exercising a little before going to school ..." he shook his head, before adding in undertone, ignoring Ernie's disdainful hand gesture: "I hope I didn't scare you."

Ernie frowned, made a small gesture that accepted his apology. There was a reasoning in Ernie that he did not understand regarding the young man; Jason's current tendencies resembled those of the boy named Scott he had met years ago. He worried that Jason might be experiencing something similar. So he ventured to make the comment casually, while turning on the light of the room. "I honestly don't understand, boy. You are tall and handsome by feminine standards, as kind as a "White Knight" as your friend Kimberly would say. But you still spend every free time kicking or hitting." Ernie took note of how Jason shivered at the mention of Kimberly. "What's bothering you to try too hard on this day, Jason?"

Jason turned around, bent down to grab his backpack and put things inside it. Jason sighed, and hesitated to distance himself from the question, "Ernie, I told you ... it was when I was ten, it was my fault. What I did was very despicable." In a certain sense it was not a lie. At that time he was angry, he felt so distressed all the time, he had been told to bury those feelings. Jason knew and still knows why. Because deep down he thought it's worth nothing. He is broken inside. That he doesn't love himself enough. He knew exactly where he came from. It came from that little bottle that was deep inside him, where he crammed all his negative emotions. Anger, pain and humiliation were prominent, along with futility. But the most powerful emotions were overwhelming sadness and fear. Total and raw fear.

Every crack in his person, his leadership, his worrying and overprotective nature, hurt. Much. However, Jason never let that be noticed and put it in that little bottle. The bottle would only hold up to a certain point.

And Drakkon just made an even bigger crack in his emotional bottle.

Jason is a living guilt complex who carries on being the leader of his group. They are his responsibility, and they depend on him, just as their own world depends on him...

Ernie took a deep sigh, and gave him a worried look at how evasive the boy was behaving, "Jason, we talked about this about three months ago." Ernie recalled with gravity, that day with a certain degree of severity in his tone, "You were a child, you were going through a bad time back then. You know what you did wrong, but you correct your mistake. You changed for the better, boy. Look at yourself, you've matured a lot in these 5 years." Ernie's tone softened and a smile formed on her face, her tone of voice now showing pride and appreciation; I had seen this boy grow up, and to see all his training in becoming a future man was nice.

A slight smile popped into the corners of Jason's lips by Ernie's pleasant words, before he hesitated and closed his eyes. Jason began, gratefully and honestly: "I know Ernie, thank you... but... now I realized something. Something that's really killing me inside." Jason's right fist was pressed, then released with a sigh. "Can I be strong enough for them? Can I be strong enough to protect them this time?" Jason asked himself. The continuing feeling of loss and failure weaved each of the choking knots on his stomach. The disgusting action continued to run through his thoughts. He had entrusted him with the safety of his rangers. But how was he supposed to guide them if their mistakes could kill them?

That happened once before.

The acid guilt burned his thoughts, powerless. He had failed them all once. And in the process, he realized with bewilderment that he was probably beyond any thoughts of pity or forgiveness, even if he shouted the horrible truth to everyone.

"Am I even worthy to protect them?"

"Huh? ... What do you mean, Jason? Who?" Ernie asked with uncertainty, his face bowed in bewilderment. A part of him wanted to motivate the boy, but there was something strange about Jason right now and that disturbed the Juice Bar manager. "Either way I think you're strong enough to protect anyone." He tried to secure it, in a firm voice.

Jason became tense, and began to vacillate. Doubting even himself with the plagues of negative thoughts hanging over he mind "... I - it just doesn't matter Ernie, it's just me and some thoughts I've had lately. Nothing serious."

Ernie was silent for a moment, looking at the boy in red with a scrutinizing look, "Boy, do you want to talk about it?" He asked hesitantly, waiting for the answer. And as Ernie had hoped, Jason's response was quite clear; courteous but blunt.

"... Thanks for your disposition Ern, but this is something I alone must resolve. For them."

COMMAND CENTER. Now. With Jason

The Command Center was silent, the Rangers were assimilating the words of their mentor after hearing Zordon's long speech, after having explained to him exactly what had happened on the rescue mission on the moon.

Jason Lee Scott, the Red Ranger and the team's leader, let out a silent sigh after hearing for who knows how many times Zordon's speech from Ranger's rules. He looked briefly at his friends, who were worried about something, perhaps about Trini. He never saw them in the eyes, only their chin. The Yellow Ranger had retired to her house a few minutes ago after receiving a call from her hysterical mother. She didn't want her poor mother to start bursting out of worry, thinking that something happened to her daughter. The Red Ranger closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the swollen area carefully as he examined the damage and his mind traveled on how he got to this.

Earlier this evening, in their role as Rangers, he and his friends had intercepted Rita's moon base to save two astronauts, who had released Rita. Just another normal day at work for the Power Rangers. The rescue was quite unsuccessful, especially at the time they arrived they were ambushed by a massive horde of putty patrol and Goldar himself. It wasn't until Jason noticed Rita's plan. She aimed directly at her crosier preparing a powerful blast of evil magic at his Rangers. Those who were oblivious to the danger, turned their backs on the gun while facing a group of putty patrol. Jason who was struggling stubbornly barely had time to react, thinking of his friends did the only thing he could think of: he threw himself into the path of blast. Luckily, his Power Sword reflected the blast to Rita and her minions, blowing up a Moon Palace wall in the process and providing the perfect distraction for a quick escape. The explosion that had faded into his Power Sword had sent Jason flying. The unpleasant slit and soon a bruise on the head; It was the wall to which the explosion had sent him.

But honestly who was he to complain, he had had a worse time. Since he was named leader of his friends and left as Ranger, he had suffered many injuries while protecting his friends. He had faced death a few times to bring his friends to the Command Center safely. He had nearly fallen to his death in the face of the self-proclaimed Evil Green Ranger "Lord Drakkon" several times, and crashed his powerful Red Dragon Thunderzord into the indomitable beast called Dragonzord in a large suicidal explosion. Today was not the first blow he received from his friends and certainly not the last.

"I also have to retire, guys." Jason announced undertone, starting to walk away and leave the base without even waiting to be farewell. He couldn't bear to be around his friends, friends whom he could fail at any moment. Anxiety joined the already toxic feeling of guilt. He was nauseated, had a lump in his throat and felt like something was forming in his chest. He moved uncomfortably. He still felt sick and swallowed saliva, just in case something was trying to come up. Considering most of what he ate, it wouldn't be great to leave all that behind. On the other hand, guilt and anxiety always made him feel nauseous, without fail.

Which means it wasn't too good to be a leader, considering the burden he had to bear. He was always eager to fail his Rangers, to hurt or kill them, and always felt guilty when something happened because it was his fault, he should have seen it coming. Even though he tried to convince himself that it was not his fault, but no matter what happened, he still felt guilty about whatever went wrong.

Even though this was a new opportunity.

Since he became a leader, he had been sleeping less and less between the growing responsibilities and the stress and worry that accompanied work. And though none of his Rangers had been hurt today; Thank god, it had been a very overwhelming day and yet he could not help but feel guilty if he failed them again. He couldn't stand it.

What the Leader Red Ranger did not notice was that as soon as he left, the remaining Rangers exchanged a look before approaching.

COMMAND CENTER. Now. With the Rangers.

As Jason was able to do more on his own, he began to unwittingly distance himself from his friends. Unconsciously, he began to prepare for when his friends turned against him. Without realizing it, Jason retreated at the touch of his friends, refused to look them in the eye, and moved a little tense, as if expecting a hit at any moment. The behavior did not go unnoticed by others.

Zack, frustrated, swallowed saliva and shook his head before seeing Billy and Kim's eyes directly; Kimberly's brown eyes contained deep and painful worry and bleak hope, while Billy's blue eyes showed a slight curiosity about what the Black Ranger had to say, but above all, they had the same amount of worry as Kimberly's. Zack's soul longed to comfort his friends, wishing to tell them all would be ok. Billy was probably the person who most admired and respected Jason. Kimberly, a girl who turned out to be very friendly and understanding, almost the heart of the team. Not to mention that could see from afar that she liked Jason more than a friend. But it wouldn't be ok. Jason is not fine. The Black Ranger took a deep breath before he could speak, "Okay, we have to talk." It started without any preambles.

"He's got worse, isn't he? How could it have gotten worse?!" Kim whispered in desperation, her hand gestures compensating for her lack of volume. Her expression was beginning to crumble.

"There were a variety of ways in which the fight could have developed. There must have been another possible strategy that could have been taken other than Jason going in front of a magic blast. Blast!" Billy whispered loudly, his voice became more urgent with every word that passed, his blue eyes enlarged with worry and disbelief.

Zack shook his head, in the same state as his friend in blue. "What was Jason thinking about doing that crazy thing?!"

"I couldn't have been thinking," Kim noted, her voice was trying to stay as firm as possible. Her tone of voice was breaking, and the knot of concern was stifling her. "There's no way he would have thought jumping in front of a blast was a good idea! Jason is one of those who thinks before acting... It must have been instinctive."

Billy breathed a sigh, "but that's, Kim. This is not the first time Jason has done something like this". The genie pinched his nose, his face wrinkled. "It doesn't even come close to the first time Jason does something like this. Jumping into danger, sacrificing for our safety... He's become second nature to Jason!" The genius lifted his arms into the air and began to think, "I don't even know how ingrained this is... Or even where it all started." The young Blue Ranger took a deep breath and lowered his voice again. "Trying to talk to him is not really helping. Whether when you, Kim, tried to comment on your worry and unease about his recent solo combats, or when Zack's anger explodes every time he does these stunts, Trini's touch of self-worth, and my not so subtle logical hints, if are not succeeding at this point, they never will." The Cranston let out a sigh and stared at his two friends, "We need a new action plan."

"Well, what do you recommend for us, bill?" Zack asked, in an unusually somber tone. He could hear Billy's paranoid voice becoming increasingly anxious and worried.

"We need to find out where this started." Said Billy with conviction and seriousness, taking a steel breath to calm down. Under his glasses, a glimmer of determination and despair could be seen in his eyes.

Zack nodded, understanding his friend's reasoning, "Throw it root"

"But first we have to find the root".

"Jason is always assuming responsibilities, even those that are not his. He is always willing to set aside his interests and help." The Pink Ranger recognized two of the great qualities in the Red Ranger. First was how much Jason did for each of them. Even wounded and in need of care, Jason still found ways to protect and care for his friends, even before he became a Ranger. Jason was always for his friends. This, however, led to the second trait that had increased dramatically of late: Jason was doing very little to take care of himself. In fact, Jason rarely or never did anything on his own. Kim realized how often Jason set aside his own likes and desires to meet other people's needs. In fact, the way Jason acted was almost as if he was supposed to want nothing beyond the happiness of his loved ones.

At first, Kim was unsure what to do to correct the self-destructive behavior. If they told Jason that they didn't need him to take care of them, it would hurt him terribly in a way that Kim wasn't sure could heal him. On the other hand, Kim knew that they could not allow Jason to continue living his life depending on the wishes and whims of his friends. But how to approach Jason?

Billy nodded quickly and firmly in complete agreement, "Jason was always serious about protecting each of us, in fact I met him that way, he took me as his protégé. Perhaps his sense of protection intensified when he became a leader." It was totally true what the Blue Ranger said. Jason was su leader, su protector. And not just in uniform. That's how Billy and Jason met, when Bulk and Skull were messing with the young genius Jason intervened. After that incident, everyone in the school knew that dealing with Billy meant you were dealing with Jason, too. Lately, by becoming Rangers and taking martial arts classes with Jason, Billy did not need as much protection.

The Black Ranger shook his head with regret. "That's true, Kim, Billy, he's always been very protective of each of us. But although he would do anything for us, he didn't start blindly sacrificing himself for us until the day he stood alone against King Sphinx and Goldar... after that he got worse and worse", the words felt heavy and uncomfortable as Zack forced himself to move on:

"I'll talk to him then."

OUTSIDE THE COMMAND CENTER. With Zack.

Zachary Taylor is a popular and quiet guy with a troubled home life who doesn't want to share with his friends. He was always positive and full of energy. Even in the face of this great unknown of being a Ranger, his glow of excitement about going to the moon had still been seen. But now, the usually bright Zack was off. Somber. He had met Jason Lee Scott 5 years ago, right at the opening of Ernie's youth center and since that day they had become inseparable. Jason has always been a great friend to Zack. He was practically his brother from another mother.

But right now he didn't understand his best friend at all.

First things first, Zack rarely saw Jason today. Jason was almost always at Ernie's Juice Bar Gym, either practicing katas over and over again. When he saw Jason, Jason rarely spoke to him now, if he was lucky he only looked at him briefly with distressed and sad eyes. And when Jason was really born to talk to him, it was for Ranger's things or to find out his well being offer him help in something. But his tone was not his; The tone of voice that Jason always USES is cautious, and WEAK. Although Jason had always been the most mature and serious among their group of friends, he was never a lonely or silent guy, in fact Jason was always kind and supportive of anyone. It was not for nothing that Jason Lee Scott managed to make friends with Kimberly Ann Hart, who at the time was loathed by Zack for taking away his busser job. He was dubbed "the salad girl" at the time.

Just say Jason has always been a "White Knight" as Kimberly would say. A nickname that is the funniest perfect for him. So by Jason's kind insistence she joined the gang.

And that's why Zack was puzzled, worried, and even angry at Jason's current attitude that he doesn't care about his life.

Jason has almost never relaxed lately. He almost never spoke and almost never interacted with them. He was nervous, cautious and always shivering. He would sit in one place for hours if left there, and stare straight ahead, absorbed in his thoughts. Only on the battlefield or in the gym was Jason different. He had so much confidence in his movements and never doubted his instincts. He was an experienced warrior knowing exactly what to do, how to counter an attack and make a tactical strategy to knock down the target.

Some people were an open book. This, so to speak, new Jason was a locked journal in a safe in the vault of a bench surrounded by sturdy walls. Difficult to see, impossible to read.

Even worse was the way Jason refused to share his own emotions. When pressed to describe how he felt, Jason simply said that his feelings were not important before he found some way to divert the conversation from himself. Both reactions made Zack very angry with the one who had taught his bro to put aside his own feelings.

That day at the Juice Bar, when Zack saw Jason tremble with fear, fear, all just by looking them in the eye, he scared the young Black Ranger. Suddenly, the peculiarity of his best friend's current behavior hit him. It was not normal to be as silent, sad and tired as Jason. He acted like, as if something had happened to him. He acted as if he had a great burden on him, a secret that he could not tell no matter what. Something was wrong with Jason. Zack's best friend. There was something horrible in Jason's book, and it was time for Zack, as his best friend, to step in.

Zack's pain bubbled and mixed with his anger, his emotions overloaded, 'Why are you doing this to us, Jase? You can't continue to be suicidal, bro. If you go on like this you will die'. His thoughts became blurred as its dragged him in a million directions and he could not decide which was the right path to follow. It was simply... Too difficult.

Before, Zack waited until Jason was out of the reach of his friends' ears, before cautiously approaching him in an exasperating silence, as Jason frowned and walked away in his unsettling, depressed expression that adorned his face.

"So, Jase, was that your plan all this time?" Zack said with a certain level of bitterness, almost accusatory. The impatience on his face was quickly replaced by a frowning. He couldn't help but remember what Jason did tonight.

Jason, startled, left his thoughts, shuddering at the sudden voice but didn't turn around. The young Taylor saw Jason quiver slightly before appearing to take a series of breaths. "My plan?" Jason dared to ask him. The Black Ranger heard bewilderment in the red ranger's voice, but there was some degree of pain over the accusation that Zack had made directly.

"Jason..." Zack said slowly, anger and concern was beginning to overflow in his voice. "The moment we went to the moon you entered kamikaze mode in tu once again: 'I alone against the world ', you literally faced a hundred putty patrols to go for your little search for Rita."

Jason sighed, feeling a little aggravated. He now concentrated entirely on his best friend, although he did not bother to look in the direction of Zack. His gaze remained on the ground, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hey, I would have done the same, just not so risky. I just say, it's so much easier to take care of your back when you allow us to, Jase." Zack admitted, saying between his teeth sincerely, hoping that Jason would open up. When Jason said nothing, Zack simply growled out of irritation.

Jason let out a slow, controlled exhalation to calm down and then remained silent for a few long seconds before responding, "I did what the leaders do, Zack." He replied in a quiet and completely frivolous tone. He might have been arrogant or contemptuous, but it was a true reflection of how he felt. He didn't care... Jason didn't care. Jason doesn't mind giving his life for his friends.

"That's not what leaders do, Jason!" He answered accusingly ... this was not the Jason he knew. Zack now really didn't know how to react. Worry, despair and anger merged into a single thought further confusing the young Black Ranger. His breath was choked. He pressed his teeth, boiling. With a deep breath to avoid yelling and getting the attention of others, the Black Ranger pointed a finger at the Red Ranger, approaching, "Come on, Jase. This is the third time you've done this shit! On the first occasion you faced that Sphinx alone, you refused our help, you ignored Zordon's orders to go for the Power Crystal so we could summon the Megazord and end that thing, but no! And then you did the same with that paedophile Gnome who took Kimberly's dancing friends, practically when Melissa said what happened to you and Ernie, you, you didn't even come to pick us up, you just threw yourself at that thing! Not to mention that on those two occasions you destroyed them with your Tyrannozord! "He scolded him , his voice interrupted by emotion. "And now this! Not everything is about you. You are just going out and doing your own thing, acting as if you could never do anything wrong. You didn't even bother to listen to us." There was a pause before he left, and he almost thought Jason would immediately argue in his perorating. The words flew out of his mouth before he realized he had said something cruel. But just before he could say anything else in his overflowing anger, he heard a soft, trembling sigh.

Jason felt a chill run through his body and struggled with the chill, "What is this really about, Zachary?" The Red Ranger answered quietly, incredibly hurt. He was still listening from behind. He assimilated everything, all the pain and frustration of his best friend, all that Jason caused. And there was nothing he could say to fix it, so he left it like that.

Zack stopped short, ignoring the growing unease in his chest. The young Taylor's eyes are enlarged for a second before they are squinted across his eyes, "What's bothering me? Do you really want to know what's bothering me?!" The Black Ranger growled. "I'll tell you what bothers me. We were worried about you, Jason. You could have died. And it's not the first time." He said, still sounding now on the verge of tears despite all the anger in his tone.

Jason's arms fall to his side when understanding is reflected on his face. The leader shakes his head once, "Who sacrifices himself for others really never mind. When sacrifice becomes a duty and a necessity for the leader, I no longer find a limit to the horizon that opens up before me. The life of sacrifice is more pleasant almost always than that of bitterness." Zack had never heard such a sincere comment and... Defeated in the tone of his friend, and was not sure what to do with him.

"Jason, that's -" Zack stammered, his voice much softer than it had been a moment before.

"I never asked to be a leader ... Zordon named me leader, Zach. But I did it for each of you, I wouldn't allow you to have that burden on your shoulders. This burden is mine. I plan to let each of you live your lives to the fullest free of prejudice. "The young Scott's voice had such conviction and truthfulness. He couldn't explain what was wrong with Jason's response. His voice at the same time felt so distressed, resigned and desolate. But that wasn't what felt bad. Maybe it was the way Jason was almost trying to hide ... Or maybe it was the fact that he almost refused to make eye contact ... Or perhaps it was Jason's brief and odd answers. Or maybe it was the fact that Jason wasn't arguing. He had just stood there and let Zack rant about him …

The Red Ranger breathed a silent sigh and blinked, with hardly a look at the Black Ranger. "To lead is to do things right. Leading is doing the right things. I've been doing the best for the team, Zack, believe me. No man will be a great leader if he wants todo it all himself you get all the credit for himself by doing it, that I know. I don't try to do it for me, but for each of you. Zordon has given me this responsibility and I will do all I can, no matter what, to protect them. You have to accept that leaders are not always going to make the right decisions, but there are times when it is simply... is necessary to do it for their. Care only for them. It's so difficult... If each of you ever hurt yourself, it's my fault. I don't want anything to happen to them." The leader dressed in red closed his eyes tightly. "A mistake and each of you may be in danger... A single mistake, and I..." His voice was broken slightly by the emotion, and he had to pause for a moment to recomponse. "I'm doing my best for the team." His tone was pleading, as was his look. Jason finally looked at him with his eyes, the midnight orbs darkened out of desperation. His heart stopped by the situation, one of his friends waiting for him to tell them everything he had in mind. Jason suddenly felt claustrophobia and the pressure of the situation crushed his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Zack did not expect to find a completely broken expression on the face of his best friend and leader. It was so strange to see so much pain in a place of trust that he was so used to seeing in Jason. And Zack was speechless, his anger suddenly dissipated by the shock of seeing unshed tears piled up in the eyes of his friend, almost a brother. Zack knew he had found the root that Billy had mentioned.

"J-Jason -" Zack stuttered, feeling a lump of guilt in his throat, without words to express his regret. He was upset and worried, but never thought it would really hurt Jason. But Zack, his best friend, had gone too far and was now aware of it.

Zack had a moment of silence, and a wave of panic swept through him as he realized the consequences of his anger and emotional outburst. A sad noise escaped the Black Ranger on seeing his friend, and he hesitated to approach to put a hand on Jason's shoulder, but withdrew it when Jason suddenly shivered "bro?" The Black Ranger asked in a tiny, worried voice. "Hey. It's Okay, sorry for that... I shouldn't have said that... I was just worried, I was upset with your attitude... not with you, I, I -.

He tried to assure him that everything was fine.

Clearly, it wasn't.

A tear escaped from Jason's eye. His whole body trembled. Still, he remained silent and kept his eyes tightly closed. It was as if he was trying to turn everything off. "If that's what you really think of me, that's fine ... I deserve it, Zack." He accepted with vehemence and left before Zack could stop him again. He didn't look back to see the expression of guilt and concern on the Black Ranger's face. He continued to move silently through the dark rocky desert disappearing from Zack's visit.

Meanwhile, Zack repeated Jason's name several times in concern. And the beating of his heart beating in his chest and in his head, he could still barely distinguish his own screams. The only thing in Zack's mind he could process was: he was wrong. And just thinking about it again increased his anxiety even more. It was still too early to expect him to talk about these things without panicking. Oh Crap, he had just attempted suicide to save them just a few hours ago. He was probably already overwhelmed by the fact that he had survived. How could expect it to suddenly feel good enough to open up to everyone at once, that simple? He, being very sociable and open, stupidly expected Jason to confess his inner thoughts and feelings to everyone.

But now he realized.

Swallowed the knot in his throat at Jason's use of words. But as he thought about it, he began to see more and more truth in his friend's words. Surely Jason had always been protective, generous and selfless. But they had never seen such martyred tendencies until now. Someone or something had influenced Jason in a way that had rooted this deeply rooted and dangerous character trait within him. Whatever it was, it had defined it and instilled in it a complex of self-denial.

It could not be denied that there were some things and people that Jason held in very high esteem that had a great influence on him. What they had to do now was find out where this complex of self-denial came from and reverse the damage. Zack knew that Jason would never fully recover if the Red leader could not overcome that sense of futility.

By now Zack's chest hurt from what he had to say to his friends... but how? How would he explain it!?

How would tell his friends that he just broke Jason more?

TO BE CONTINUE...

Author's notes: Hello readers. Again I apologize for my writing. I'll try to get better at that.

Am I the only one who out of ignorance by not knowing that Boom comics! Studios is an alternate universe modernized to the original 1993 was baffled to see what the Ranger had their Power Weapons from the start and not in teamworks? , that's why canonically in this chapter of the fic you find the first issues of Go Go PR before at food fight.

The Rangers are now more concerned, especially that Jason is having a clear complex of self-denial and emotional dependence, not to mention previous reactions.

I know you may be wondering why Trini's absence in this chapter, it's pretty simple the answer, the same thing happened in the comic book, her mother. Either way, Trini will learn of the other Rangers' plans for Jason.

Poor Zack and Jason, their discussion didn't go well at all. The young Taylor, being one of Jason's closest friends, was greatly affected by his best friend's current acts, worrying and angry about it, not knowing how to control his emotions. And Jason, he thinks the above point was disproved. He is not worthy.

Jason and Zack's discussion is based on the #2 of Go Go Power Rangers Boom! Studios. Only with a not very encouraging end.

There will be flashbacks of Jason Coinless in his original universe and his arrival in this parallel universe. There will also be flashbacks of the other Rangers as in the go go comics, about before Rita's raid, thus before the arrival of this Jason.

What will Zack say? How are Kim and Billy handling the situation right now away from discussion? What is Trini thinking of this?

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

Atte: 1mporta.