A.N. Another short part and still not the end.

Zhane lay in the middle of the mess that was his room and stared at the bunk above him. He concentrated on the blank, grey metal trying to empty his mind not thinking, or at least trying not to think, trying not to think about how his best friend was currently lying in the infirmary recovering, because Zhane had failed to protect him, because Zhane had… He was trying not to think about it.

But he'd been doing too much of that recently, not thinking. He hadn't thought about the other rangers when he had been in a desperate rush to date their worst enemy. If it hadn't been for Alpha, he would have left the rangers to be defeated by the Horror Bull while he had a candle lit picnic with Astronema. He hadn't thought about how Andros would feel when Zhane pretended that he was dying. He hadn't even considered what Andros had gone through during the two years he had been on his own. Another thing he didn't want to think about, like the deserted planet that once was their home. Maybe it was time he faced up to that instead of hiding behind his reckless joking.

Zhane turned over to look out of his window into the star field, wondering where his family and the rest of his people were now.  He had abandoned them and they had lost, spread who-knows-where across the universe, if they were even alive. Not that he regretted saving Andros' life. There was nothing he wouldn't do for the quiet red ranger. The stars knew he couldn't have survived the years alone the way Andros had. Andros was the strong one, stubborn and hot headed, but smart and caring. Not like Zhane who had run off to help the other rangers leaving Andros alone to fight off the Shadorian spell. He had sworn to protect Andros and he had failed. Instead, he had found himself gazing down the barrel of his blaster pointed at his best friend, pulling the trigger…

Zhane closed his eyes desperately trying to shove that image of Andros out of his mind. He didn't want to see Andros once again pushed back by the force of the blast crumpling to the ground a darkened burn across his chest.

A whoosh announced the opening of the door to Zhane's quarters causing him to jump and sit up. Outside the door bathed in the light of the corridor stood both the pink and yellow rangers arms crossed over their chests, stern expressions on their faces. His surprise and confusion turned to annoyance.

"What?"

The two female space rangers looked at each other.

"I'm afraid this one's too far gone."

Ashley nodded. "Agreed. Reasoning with him would be a waste of time."

Zhane began to feel nervous.

"Girls?"

With mischievous smiles, the two girls approached the silver ranger and with swift movements, each grabbed his arms. Zhane felt an annoying sense of déjà vu as he was hauled up and dragged out of the room.

"Hey! Where are we going?"

Ashley gave him a wicked smile.

"You'll soon see."

Zhane laughed nervously. "Very funny, girls, but I really have some work that needs to be done. I don't have time for games."

"This isn't a game," smirked Cassie. "You are going to talk."

"Talk?"

"Ve have vays of making you talk," giggled Ashley.

Zhane didn't get the reference, but tried to struggle away from the surprisingly strong duo. Unfortunately, it was no use as they dragged him into the lift.