A/N: Damn you Kitty, and Danny, now I have an m/m relationship on my hands. This is for both of you. ^_~

Ranger No. 2

He punched out his anger on a bag hanging from a ceiling in the Juice Bar. He sweated and cursed at the same time; his black shirt was soaking wet. It wasn't fair, nothing ever was.

He gave a bitter laugh at the thought of the Space Rangers trying to protect Earth. What a shame that they couldn't protect one person from his fate.

What's more, they didn't even consider calling them. And yet they called themselves Rangers. Load of crap. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he put more strength into his hands, into the bag.

One person, who was like a father to him, had been taken away. He blamed the whole thing on the second set of Turbo Rangers. If only they had kept an eye on Eltar. If only they had used their brains and called for help. He knew other ex-Rangers felt the same, especially Billy. Why was he wasting his time on only if's and maybe's? Life was too short to waste on things like that.

The past couldn't be changed, and he knew even better, it shouldn't be changed. Would he have been the same person if the mentor he loved so much was still alive? He didn't have the answer to that. He would rather not find out.

But then again, the results would have been interesting. He smirked, his lips forming a blade thin smile. 

Shaking his head he went back to punching. His arms were sore, but he didn't care. He was way beyond caring, about himself. Grieving never came naturally to him. Yet, it was still hard to express his emotions.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone, a man, his hair now short spikey. He decided that long hair had suited him better. Ignoring his fellow ex-Ranger, and his pounding heart; he concentrated on the bag in front of him.

"If you keep going like that, you'll burn out," a voice greeted him.

He closed his eyes and damned himself for not paying attention. Everyone knew when not to come closer to him. But the one time Green Ranger never learned.

"Tommy, what are you after?" he asked, his eyes still closed, and sighed, but he had stopped punching. Tommy grinned.

His heart jumped at the sight. That same smile he missed when he left Angel Grove, after passing his powers to another.

His eyes drooled at the sight of the soft, yet warm lips. How would it feel to kiss them? He shook his head, he wasn't gay, and he was married and had a child for Christ's sake. He wanted Tommy to leave so he could sort out his head.

Why didn't he notice that his feelings for his Bro had changed?

They were no longer in the form of the pure love one has for a brother, but were rather what one man feels for another, deep from the heart.

He felt uneasy, uncomfortable and he hated it. Why wouldn't his heart stop pounding at the sight of him? 

"I'm here to take you to Al's Bar," Tommy announced.

He merely raised an eyebrow. Al's bar had a bad reputation. It was in his view, one of the lousiest bars he had ever heard of.

"A bit rough, don't you think?" he asked calmly.

"Nah," Tommy waved his hand casually. "Not when you're in a foul mood." 

He knew better than to fight with The Tommy Oliver.  Picking up his towel; he wiped his face and neck. "Okay, let me grab a shower and then we'll go."

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They didn't go to Al's bar; rather Tommy drove to the ruins of their second home. The area was now too quiet, and isolated. It gave him the creeps. He shivered. Was it the wind or the silence of the dead?

"It's too quiet here," Tommy said, as if he was reading his mind.

"I know," he replied in his usual deep voice, now full of emotions. "He shouldn't have gone like that," he began. "We should have fought…" His voice suddenly lacked the determination which came from being the original leader of the first team of Rangers. Tears began to build, blinding him.

Tommy nodded and offered his silent support. He cried on his best friend's shoulder. 

Jason Lee Scott had cried for the first time in years. For a man who was more than a mentor, more than a friend.

He was a father to them all.

May the Power protect you, Zordon, Jason thought, before taking his leave. The sun was almost setting, leaving a beautiful view over the grave of their memories.

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