Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers.

Notes: Angel Grove in the original series was set in Southern California, probably near Los Angeles as where the majority of the filming took place. For the sake of the reboot movie, Angel Grove in this fic will be slightly further north towards Ventura county where dairy farms are and still close to the coast where commercial fishing occurs. There will be words from the Jicarilla Apache language. Shi Dadee (pronounced da-deh) means my sister, shi na'áá means my brother, shish dazha means younger brother/sister, dade' (near same pronunciation as dadee only with a shorter ending) means older sister, máá means mother, ka'éé means father. There's a wonderful little app made by the Jicarilla Apache tribe available for free where you can learn more words and a bit of the tribe's culture and history. Check it out!

Welcome to Angel Grove

Mornings are never easy for Trini. The sun loves to sneak in loudly through the window curtains and slap her in the face. Then of course the heat that follows, as if the night before wasn't hot enough, always makes her feel gross and sticky. The damned California heat. It was different than the heat she was used to in New Mexico, where she had spent a majority of her childhood; a place she misses dearly. There it was a drier type of heat, one where it didn't feel as if she was choking on moisture in the air. Here, however, the heat was more humid, especially being so close to the beach, and it always left her feeling so sticky that she needed to shower three times a day. It was a big reason why she slept with a sheet rather than a comforter.

Trini looked at the alarm clock and frowned as it hadn't even gone off yet. There was still two minutes before she was supposed to wake up. How irritating. Still, she knew she needed to get up and get ready for Saturday detention. It wasn't as if she regretted getting detention- she loved spending time with her friends, though she'd never admit it- it's just that she wasn't much of a morning person. She loved to sleep in and stay up late.

"Trinidad!" her mother called out from downstairs, "Are you up?!"

With a heavy sigh, Trini turned her alarm clock off before it could sound off and removed her sheet and sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. "Yeah!" she called back, "I'm up!" She leaned to her nightstand and grabbed her glasses and her phone then checked her texts. A small smile creeped onto her face when she saw the group chat.

Justice League

Boss Man (6:32 am): Anyone know how to do logarithms? I'm so lost.

Evel Knievel (6:32 am): LOL wut?

Kimmy Gibbler (6:35 am): just use the calculator

Boss Man (6:35 am): I gotta show work.

Kimmy Gibbler(6:36 am): how r u gonna show work for those problems?

Billy Joel (6:40 am): I can make up some notes in detention for you.

Boss Man (6:40 am): Thanks man.

You (6:47 am): I think I should still have my notes from when I took Algebra 2 last year. I don't have time to look for them now but I can tonight.

Boss Man (6:47 am): I'd appreciate it Trini. Thanks.

You (6:48 am): No problemo.

She put her phone down and finally got to her feet.

It didn't take long for Trini to get herself together. Her contacts that gave a hint of grey to her eyes, the slightest touch of makeup, her favorite ripped jeans, grey tank top, and a green and white flannel. She felt good. Her last accessory, she decided on her mustard yellow beanie. She grabbed her cell and started a text:

Kimmy Gibbler + You

You (7:09 am): Hey Kimmy, still picking me up?

Kimmy Gibbler (7:09 am): yep b there in 10

Trini smiled and put her phone in her back pocket then proceeded down stairs, heading into the kitchen. Her mother was in there cooking breakfast and by the smell of it she was cooking juevos rancheros, Trini's favorite, although she'd never admit it. "'Morning," Trini said softly before taking a seat at the kitchen island, facing her mother's back.

"Good morning," June replied, "Breakfast is almost done."

"Thanks." There was a heavy pause before Trini added, "Smells good."

June turned her head slightly towards Trini and a small smile crept on her face, "Of course it does. I made it."

Trini returned the smile and let out a small chuckle. She couldn't deny her mother was a fantastic cook. She could only hope to be a fraction of a cook that she was. "Do we have tortillas?"

"Yes!" June replied excitedly, pointing at the refrigerator, "Heat some up, yeah? I went to that new Vallarta yesterday."

"In Oxnard?" Trini rose and walked to the refrigerator pulling out the tortillas, "That's a little far isn't it?" She began to heat up the tortillas on the stove next to her mother.

"Yeah, well, did you want fake ranchera?" June asked with a laugh, "Besides, I wanted to visit your tía Jenni anyways." They continued in silence, Trini heating up several tortillas. June finished and began to place the juevos rancheros on a plate just as Trini began to make two burritos. "How many more weeks of detention do you have?"

Trini stopped moving and took a breath. Here we go, she thought to herself. They were doing well, she didn't want her morning ruined by this talk, "Three more weeks." June nodded silently. "What?"

"Nothing," June said with slight hesitation in her voice.

"No, you have that look on your face."

"What look?"

"The one you get when I've pissed you off."

"Hey, watch your tone," June warned, "And I'm not pissed. I was just asking because the twins' soccer team is in the playoffs and they wanted their big sister there."

"Oh," was all Trini could muster. She felt stupid. "I'm sorry."

June sighed as she turned away from her daughter, placed the pan in the sink and began to pour herself a cup of coffee. "I know I've been hovering around you since we moved here but I am trying to give you space, Trini."

It took a moment for Trini to absorb that statement. It was true, and she knew she needed to cut her mother some slack. Especially how warm her mother has been since Trini came home a mess after Rita's attack. June had been calling and texting and since Trini was a bit busy, she couldn't put her mother at ease. When Trini had walked in, June all but scooped her up in her arms. June cried tears of relief at seeing that Trini was alive. "I know, Mamí. I'm sorry. I do appreciate it."

With a smile and a nod, June turned to face Trini, "I'm still not happy you got detention for breaking a locker. How did you even do that?"

"It was already broken, and some bullies wrote really horrible things about Kim on it." As if on cue Trini's phone beeped, "Oh, that's her. She's here." She grabbed a couple paper towels and turned to her mother and stopped when she saw a quizzical look on her face, "What now?"

"Mija, I just want you to be honest with me about Kimberly."

"Mamí, please."

"Look, I'm still wrapping my head around this, that you like," June paused, composing herself, "Girls, but please, Trinidad, just be honest with me."

Trini scrunched her face; she hated when anyone called her by her full name, "Okay, I promise. But I promise you, Kimberly is just a friend." Another beep. "Okay, I gotta go," she sped up to her mother and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, "Love you, Mamí."

"Love you too, Mija. Text if you're going out with your friends!"

Trini was already out of the kitchen, "Will do!" She grabbed her backpack and ran out the door and straight to Kim's black sedan. "Hey, Gibbler," she greeted as she put on her seat belt.

Kim shook her head with a smile, "Why do you call me that?" She began to drive forward.

"Would you prefer 'Kimmy?'"

"Yeah, actually I would. Much better than 'Gibbler.'"

"I made you a burrito."

Kim smiled, "I'm sure it was actually your mom who made it, and why are you changing the subject?"

"It's juevos rancheros. It's really good."

It was useless, Trini was going to keep changing the subject. Kim reached down to the cup holder and picked up a thick paper cup and handed it to Trini. "I picked up our coffees on my way to your house. Dark roast with vanilla soy milk and a Splenda."

Trini smiled and handed Kim her burrito. They continued their chatter all the way to school.

It didn't take long for the girls to get to school. When they arrived at school, they found the boys waiting for them at the entrance. They all waved to each other as the girls stepped out of the car.

"Why does Trini get picked up?" Zack asked as he hopped up from his sitting position on the stairs, a playful smile on his face.

"Because I'm awesome," Trini answered as they entered the school.

"And because she lives on my way here," Kimberly added.

"Aww and here I thought it's because you enjoyed my company," Trini whined, feigning a hurt expression.

"I do. More than these guys, haha!"

"Okay, that's just rude," Zack quipped.

"Yeah, honestly, I'm a little hurt," Jason said, his hand on his chest before cracking a smile.

Billy simply laughed.

The group arrived at Billy's locker, all talking animatedly to each other, some talking over another, when the hallway doors opened and in walked the two new kids at school. They'd seen the boy the week before in detention, but the girl they hadn't seen before. At least, not on Saturday.

"Yo, it's the new kids. What's the dude's name again?" Zack asked aloud.

"Todd?" Jason offered.

"Timmy, wasn't it?" Billy said.

"Tommy," Trini huffed, "His name is Tommy. I think that's his sister. Don't know her name though."

"How'd you know that?" Zack asked.

"Because, unlike you losers, I actually pay attention."

The group laughed amongst themselves as Billy gathered his belongings and they all headed to detention together.

They had only lived in Angel Grove for three weeks and Tommy Oliver was already in his second week of Saturday detention. He hadn't thought much of this town. This town that was vastly different from his previous home in Dulce, New Mexico. The humidity was gross, yet it could be quite chilly, and the people were pretty much jerks. His third day he had gotten into a fight because some jock pulled at his long hair, which were in braids, and then proceeded to throw homophobic and transphobic slurs at him. Tommy believed sexuality was on a spectrum and although he felt he leaned more on the straight side, he kept an open mind about it. And although he wasn't transgendered, but he sure as hell wouldn't take to someone being so blatantly transphobic and promptly punched the jock square in the nose successfully making him bleed. Besides, he and his family were Apache and braids, though not as common with the southwestern and pueblo tribes, were still worn by many tribes. Several punches later and here he was, his second week of his four-week detention sentence. Today, his hair was in a low pony tail, reaching below his shoulders but above his shoulder blades, and his black eye was healing nicely.

Tamsin was Tommy's twin sister, born only six minutes before him, and has an older sibling complex, despite being 5'3" to Tommy's 5'10". When she had heard what had happened to her little brother, she confronted the guy and his friends and punched him. However, since her attack was "unprovoked"- and she would always make sure everyone knew how she felt about that- her sentence was six weeks, and this was her first Saturday. She made sure to wear her own hair in a chongo for her very first Saturday; a more common hairstyle among the southwestern and pueblo tribes, particularly the Navajo, where the hair was in a twist-like bun tied with a ribbon or twine.

"I still can't believe you went after that guy," Tommy said to Tamsin as they walked through the hall, passing a group of five other kids, "You know you shouldn't be going after people and picking fights."

"Okay, but he shouldn't have put his hands on you," Tamsin countered.

"No, and that's why I fought him and his buddy. And won," Tommy smirked, "But you didn't have to go after him. That was overkill."

"Maybe," then Tamsin smirked and put an arm around her brother, "But you're my shish dazha and I love you."

"Get off," Tommy said, pretending to be disgusted, "You're such a sap, Tammy."

"Hey," Tamsin said seriously, smacking Tommy's shoulder, "Don't call me that."

They continued walking until they arrived at detention. The room was large and dated looking and both Tommy and Tamsin made their way together toward the side of the class, sitting down at desks next to each other. The red headed bully, the one Tommy nicknamed Ed Sheeran, called out a mocking war cry, but Tommy and Tamsin ignored it.

Then the group of five came in, laughing and scattering to their separate seats. The group split and went to their respective seats and both Tommy and Tamsin noticed how odd they looked together. The white boy, Jason, if the trophy display in the front of the school were to be trusted, had a definite athletic feel to him, walking with confidence and ease. The Asian kid, who's name they hadn't a clue, has an aura of mischief to him. He was surely the Trickster of the group, that the twins would bet on. Then there was the taller of the two girls with shorter hair; she was possibly biracial and almost stupidly beautiful. Neither Tommy nor Tamsin were sure, but they think her name is Kimberly, only because she had heard cheerleaders talking of her. The African American kid, Billy he called himself, seemed the sweetest of the group and most likely the brains. Finally, there was the short girl whom the twins would guess was Latina.

This girl was impossibly gorgeous in such a way that it looked like she didn't even try and right then, she took Tamsin's breath away. She was short but walked with this force that could plow through walls. Tamsin didn't know her name, but she looked so good in her flannel and her beanie and she was walking towards Tamsin right now and all ability to speak left her throat as her eyes went wide.

"Hey," the short girl greeted before sitting down next to her.

Why didn't she sit near her friends? Tamsin thought to herself, Actually, why didn't any of them sit next to each other? Oh shit, are these assigned seats? Oh shit, I better say something. Be cool, Tamsin. "Sup." What the hell was that? The girl smiled a small and crooked smile before turning to her backpack and pulling out her notebooks. Goddamn, Tamsin, what the hell? One cute girl says "hey" and you become a mess? Tommy is going to have a field day with this. She felt a poke at her arm and she turned toward Tommy who mouthed "What happened?" Tamsin shook her head indicating she'd tell him later. She turned back to her workbook and tried to not be obvious that she was pretty much frozen. But she still needed to find out if the seats were assigned and she was either going to ask her brother, or the cute girl right next to her. And like the amazing and confident rebel she was, she turned and asked Tommy "Na'áá, are there assigned seats?" Tommy only shrugged.

"No," the girl replied. Tamsin turned back to look at her. "They're not."

"Oh," Tamsin paused, her mouth a little dry, "Because I saw you and your friends walk in together and you guys didn't sit near each other."

The girl smiled and let out an airy chuckle, "That's because Mr. Dumphy said we were talking too much. We're the only ones with assigned seats."

"I see." Tamsin smiled, she wanted to keep talking to this girl, but she didn't know how to continue the conversation. Then she noticed the girl was still looking for something. "Lose something?"

"Yeah, I can't find our workbook." The girl finally took her hands out of her backpack and huffed, "Shit."

"Well I've got mine, you can use it." Tamsin offered up her book.

"Thanks," the girl said, a small and somewhat shy smile spread across her face. She took the book and turned to the page she needed and quickly took a picture of the page with her phone before giving it back.

"No problem. I'm Tamsin. Tamsin Oliver. This is my twin brother Tommy," Tamsin introduced, pointing behind her. Tommy waved and offered a half smile.

"Trini Kwan."

"Kwan?"

Trini nodded, "Yeah, long story short: my dad's stepdad was Chinese American and legally adopted my dad when he married my grandma when my dad was a kid. My full last name is Kwan-Gomez."

"That's actually a cool story. Pretty unique."

"Yeah, well, I'm a unique individual I guess." That made Tamsin smile. She was really enjoying talking to this girl. "So, twins? How's that?"

Tamsin smiled and rolled her eyes, "Interesting to say the least."

Trini was nodding in agreement. "I have two younger brothers. Nine years old. Twins."

"Oh wow." Tamsin couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "That's unfortunate."

Trini only nodded.

Then Mr. Dumphy walked in, shuffling down the stairs, "Good morning everyone! You know the routine, if you don't have any assignments, please open your workbooks and begin as soon as possible. First break will be at 10." He nearly dumped his papers onto the desk. "Okay, time for roll call…"

A note flew at Trini and she caught it with ease. She glared at the direction of which it came and saw Zack with his shit-eating-grin. She had half a mind to not even open the note, but her curiosity was strong and not to mention she felt ridiculously flustered talking to Tamsin. That girl was so ridiculously pretty, not to mention nice, that it threw Trini off her game immensely. Finally, she opened the note:

Pretty girl, ain't she? Get her number yet?

Complete with a horrible drawing of a winking emoji. Trini rolled her eyes and folded the paper and shoved it in her bag. She looked up towards Zack and discreetly flipped him off followed by her sticking out her tongue. Writing back to him was not a priority at the moment.

"Okay, everyone, it's 10 o'clock. Break time. Be back in 10 minutes please," Mr. Dumphy called out.

Tamsin stood up and stretched, "Is there a vending machine or something?"

"Yeah, I'll show you," Trini replied, standing up also.

As they walked, Tommy said, "I'll join you."

As they were about to reach the stairs, Kim joined them, "Hey!" she exclaimed, "Mind if I tag along? The boys are being kind of annoying."

"Aren't they always?" Trini rolled her eyes at them, "I swear they're as bad as my brothers. Oh," Trini shook her head, "Sorry, um, Kim, this is Tamsin and Tommy, guys, this is Kimberly."

They shook hands and made their way up the stairs and into the hallway. Slowly, Kim and Tommy fell a few steps behind, talking to each other while Trini lead the way with Tamsin right next to her. The silence between them was slightly awkward and just a little heavy, but it was also a little exciting. Neither girl could really put her finger on it.

Finally, Tamsin asked a question, "So are you originally from Angel Grove?" A generic conversational question, but at least it wasn't awkward.

Trini shook her, "No. I'm actually from Hawaii." Tamsin raised an eyebrow in question. "My dad was in the air force and was stationed in Honolulu when I was born. Lived there until I was about seven then moved four more times since."

"Wow," Tamsin drawled, "That's a lot of moving. I've only ever lived in New Mexico."

"Really?!" Trini exclaimed, "I did too. In Alamogordo."

"That's a little far from where I was. I was in Dulce. Lived on the outskirts of the Jicarilla Apache Reservation. My family, we're Jicarilla Apache."

"That's dope."

"Yeah," Tamsin said with longing in her voice, "I haven't even been here a month and I miss the Rez already. Hate this humidity."

"Tell me about it," Trini agreed, "I miss that dry heat from the desert." The more she learned about Tamsin, the giddier she got. How incredible was it that she met someone who was from a state she lived in? Her and Tommy both took boxing and kick boxing lessons and even competed back in New Mexico, but the shocker was that Tamsin really liked to ice skate. It was likely because it was rare to have a functioning ice rink in the desert. But damn did she look good in her light brown suede jacket with a black hood. Trini was so caught up in her thoughts she almost missed the corner to the cafeteria. "Oh, down this way."

They got their snacks and made their way back to detention. Trini stole a glance behind her and smiled at Kim having an animated conversation with Tommy. It was about time someone who knew her as a clean slate gave her attention. Kim deserved it. She lived with her guilt for weeks and even apologized to Amanda, which ended in a civil manner. The cheerleaders no longer bothered Kim nor Trini nor anyone else. It did seem like Kim and Tommy were smiling at each other a whole lot though.

"I think my brother thinks your friend is cute," Tamsin whispered.

"I think you're right."

"Well, this school surprised me with cute people."

Trini turned to Tamsin but couldn't quite read the look on her face. Did she just flirt? Trini thought. Well, if she did, Trini would have to retort. "Yeah, well, cute new kids seem to be a trend." A ghost of a smirk made its way to Trini's face and she swore she saw a twinkle in Tamsin's eyes.

How long had she been floating in space? Too long. She didn't even know how many days, perhaps weeks have passed. All she could do was stare at the Earth as she drifted, unable to move or even turn her eyes. She would kill to be able to focus her eyes on something else.

But alas, all that was in front of her was that floating rock that contained the zeo crystal she so desperately wanted. If only she could move her hands to muster some kind of power, some kind of energy.

Then suddenly she felt a warmth surround her and she was being pulled. Finally, some force moving her! It could only mean one thing: Finster! Zedd's henchman that he gifted her. She must be close to the moon for the tracker beam to reach her. So close now. Once she's on the base and thawed and rested, she'll work on her army and send those pesky rangers gifts. Make them distracted while she locates her coin.

Soon you brats. Soon…