A/N: I got a few reviews, yay! Um, dude, this is meant to be AU, sort of. Most of the stuff that's going on wouldn't normally happen. Tommy isn't suicidal. Jason wouldn't go off on him like I had him do. This is just supposed to be different, twist perspectives around a little.

Jason's POV

I opened and closed the door as softly as I could. I couldn't face Kat, not yet. I knew I'd have to, though, and soon.

She stepped into the entrance hall, saying hello. She stopped mid-word.

"Jason, what happened?"

I looked up at her, at my wife. "I was at Tommy's."

"And?" She looked concerned. "Would he see you?"

"He couldn't." I looked away. I just couldn't meet her eyes. "He killed himself last night. Police and ambulances all over." I sank to the ground. "Oh, not Tommy. . ."

Kat stared. I guess she thought I was joking. I really wish I was. "Tommy. . .? Did he. . . leave. . .?"

"A note? Yeah. It. . . I shouldn't have taken it. Apparently, there's this new Ranger team Tommy was involved in. They should see it."

"May I?" Her voice caught in her throat. She was still in denial, as was I.

I held it out, numbly, and she took it. Read it. Read it again. "Oh God. . ." She went to me. "Jason, don't blame. . ."

"How the hell should I not?" I shouted, shooting up. "It's written, plain as day. He started again, cuz of me! I. . . Shit. Shit. What the. . .Oh, Tommy, you asshole. You fucking asshole. You had to go and pull this shit now. Why? Why, damn you?" During this tirade, I was kicking at the wall, pounding on it. Then I stopped, my back to Kat. I shouldn't have yelled at her, shouldn't have gone medieval in front of her. Not her fault.

"Jason, we're all to blame to some extent."

"Not them. Not those kids and that red-head. They. . . they were really. . . aw, fuck it. . . I gotta . . .gotta call the others. They should know. They have a right to know.

I don't know what was going through my head. All I could think was that my best friend was dead. I'd never gotten to apologize for putting all the blame on him. Wasn't. . .hadn't been his fault, anyway. I'd just needed someone to blame, and BAM, there he was. So conveniently just THERE.

Like I'd so conveniently forgotten his history.

The calls I made were the hardest ones I'd ever made in my life. They were all the same.

Ring. Ring. Answer. Hello? Is so-and-so there? Speaking. Jase, that you? What's wrong?

I told the story so many times. Eight times. It didn't get easier. The reactions were the same too.

Stunned silence. Tommy? Are you positive? Yeah. Pretty damn sure. Why? So I'd go into that. By the third time, I wanted to scream. Couldn't. Had to keep going. They had to know. All of them. The second Ranger to die, part of the original team, first in so many ways, the only Ranger to kill themselves. Trini had died a long time ago. Car accident. Not her fault.

This was mine. My fault. No one to blame now.

We set a meeting time, to try and get everything straight. They asked about the funeral, of course. What could I say?

It was out of my hands.

Kat's POV

I could only sit there in shock when Jason left. He'd never yelled at me before, but this time. . . I could forgive him. His best friend was just. . . gone. Like that, in an instant. Guilt would plague him the rest of his life. Oh Jason. . .

I knew I'd feel it, too. I couldn't feel half of Jason's pain. Tommy hadn't known the worst of what Jason had done.

After Lily, our dear Lily, had died so violently, after he'd screamed at Tommy, Jason had called everyone. The eight others who had been in any way connected with us or the originals. He'd told them all what had happened. He'd told them to leave Tommy to suffer.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what Jason was feeling now. What could I do? Only wait, and pray the damage would begin to heal eventually.

I knew Tommy had already forgiven him. Tommy was like that.

Hayley's POV

I looked at the sheet of paper in my hand and checked it, checked the address. I knew it was right; Tommy had been very meticulous when it came to records. I was grateful for that now, though I hadn't understood it then.

I breathed deeply, trying to control my pain and anger. I was determined to be at least civil. I didn't think I could be nice.

I rang the doorbell. Waited. Rang it again. A woman answered, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Well, sort of blue. They were red, as though she'd been crying.

This must be Katherine. Tommy had shown me pictures when we were in college. I think he was still dating her then.

Taking one more deep breath, I said, "Hi. Um, is Mr. Scott here?"

"Um, yeah," she said in a lovely Australian accent. "Come. . . come in. He's. . ."

"Here." And there he was, coming down the stairs. He looked as though he'd been crying, too.

I felt rage well up in me again. How dare he? I swallowed it. My voice, I think, was colder than I intended.

"You have something that doesn't belong to you."

Jason's POV

I knew she was angry, and I was expecting rage. Her voice surprised me. So much so that it took me off guard. Where I'd been expecting raging fire, there was only solid ice. It took me a minute to realize what she'd said.

"Oh, yes, I do. I. . . Sorry. Didn't realize I'd taken it."

"I assume you've read it." It wasn't a question. She knew.

"Yes." What else could I say? 'No, I didn't read it, only had it in my possession, not wanting to know what my best friend had had to say at the last'? Not likely. She probably wouldn't buy the 'best friend' thing either. The rage would come back, then, with a vengeance.

"Then you know what you did." Also not a question.

"Yes." Again, what else could I say?

"Why were you there?" she demanded. "What right did you have?"

"None," I replied, truthfully. "I only. . . I just wanted to try and smooth things over between us. Get things back to normal. I. . ." I trailed off. I was babbling, trying to defend myself. From what? The truth, I guess, but how do you fight that?

Kat's POV

I was surprised at the tension. Who was this woman? Tommy's lover? No, it couldn't be. Tommy wasn't the cheating type and he'd been with Lily.

"Um," I interrupted, startling both. "Does one of you mind explaining things to me? I wasn't there."

The red-head was the one that spoke. "I'm Hayley. I was Tommy's best friend in college, and I helped him with the Dino Thunder Ranger team. I know you, Tommy showed me pictures. Anyway, I want the note Tommy left. It doesn't belong to him."

She was referring to Jason, with that 'him.' I wondered at how she filled that simple pronoun with such hate. "Why do you hate Jason so?"

"Because he practically killed Tommy himself." No emotion. Devoid. Cold. She was trying not to tear Jason apart, I guess.

"No. . ." I began feebly, trying to defend my husband.

He cut me off. "Kat, love, there's no use in denying it. I as much killed Tommy Oliver as if I'd held the. . . he used a blade, I assume? That was how he. . . in. . . Anyway, I killed him surely as if I'd held the blade myself."

I swallowed hard. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to pound the walls, beat this woman who threw such accusations in my beloved's face. I couldn't fight his words.

Hayley's POV

I snorted. "Glad you recognize your part in it. Now, if you please, Tommy's kids still have to be told. They'll want. . . the. . . his letter."

My voice cracked, I know, but I couldn't yet think of it as a suicide note. It was still too near, too soon.

"Of. . . of course," he replied, resigned to my callousness. "It's. . . I'll get it." He disappeared upstairs.

I turned to look at Kat out of the corner of my eye. She was shaking, probably with rage. Hey, wasn't my fault. I spoke the truth. She couldn't do shit to me. Jason had agreed.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" I tried, allowing my voice to soften as much as I could. "It's hard on me, possibly more so than on you."

"Really?" Even her voice was shaking. "You didn't know him as long as I did. You were never with him as I was."

I let the coldness come back. "I also didn't leave him alone to suffer. I knew him better, these past years since college, better than you. Obviously, though, not well enough."

I closed my eyes against the pain that washed through me. If I had known him better, maybe I wouldn't have left him alone in his home at all.

Maybe it was the sight of my pain, but her voice softened as well.

"Will there be a funeral?"

Such a simple question. Did I want to answer it? I had to.

"Yes. I don't know when."

"Will you let us know? We were his friends too." The last sentence had a slightly accusatory tone to it.

I was silent for a moment. "I'll let you know. Tommy had a more forgiving nature than I do." Jason entered then, fortunately, offering me the letter. I took it and left without another word.

Kat's POV

I couldn't believe it. We'd known him longer, and she wasn't even going to tell us about his funeral. The nerve of that woman. . .

She had a point. We'd abandoned him, all of us, when he needed us the most. He'd always been there for us. No matter what. He was always there. What was wrong with us?

Jason came, put his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder.

"Did you ask about the funeral?" he inquired after a time.

"I did," I replied cautiously. "She said maybe she'll let us know."

He snorted. "We deserve to be kept out. I'd like to go, y'know, to say goodbye. Maybe apologize, even though he probably won't hear me."

I felt a sob catch in my throat. He must have heard it, because he turned me around and pulled me to him. I began crying. He carried me upstairs to bed, where he laid next to me. I only knew he cried because I felt the teardrops on my hair.