AN: Welcome back, mes amis. Glad to see you could make it into my story again. Forewarning: updates take me a while. I'm a little slow going with it and I apologize for that. But I'm trying! Thanks for all the reviews. There are individual messages below.

Disclaimer: Don't have any rights to this general story but I wish it did. I, personally think it would make a great new season of the PR show. But then again, I may be biased as I am the author of the story.....

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Cobalt-blue: Sorry about the name slip up. However, upon more contemplation upon my original intent when I first wrote this fic, I remembered that, even though I did not know the original names, I'd meant to use totally different names for my fic. So it was, in turn, an intentional mistake! You'll see why in the first two paragraphs of this chapter. Thank you so very much for all of your help!

Queen Hotaru: I'm so glad you love it! And I do apologize for that name issue, but have no fear, I know what I am doing with this. It was, in fact, intentional. You'll see. Thank you for the encouragement as well, I have a hard time updating and reviews are such a big support for me.

Dagmar Buse: I have no idea where Jason Robertson came from. I know a girl named Sarah Robertson...but that doesn't have anything to do with this... Right. I'm glad you saw something in my story. It makes me want to sparkle. Anyway, I know what I am doing with the name change. Hang with me. It'll all come clear in this chapter.

Elgar: Upon looking back at my A/N, I realize that I did come off a wee bit harsh. So this has been changed. However, I stand by my original statement. None of these shows were particularly what the television world would call 'well made.' Honestly, even the actors will tell you that. In acceptance of that fact, I can still love that show. But that doesn't mean it was a wonderfully made show. I am fairly sure that my opinion of the most recent shows will not affect the attachment to this program that other people have. Moving on. I like the name Eric. It is a pretty popular name and it's completely logical that two people in Angel Grove at two different times could have that name. As no one has mentioned the confusion yet except for you, and you seemed to figure out that they weren't the same person, I'm giving the general populous the benefit of the doubt that their brains can handle this too. On Kim's sibling issue: think about it from the perspective that I am coming from. This is a fanfiction, written by myself. So I am taking some liberty and giving Kim a sister. Also, It is my right as a fanfiction author to change this, yet it is also your right not to like that. And I respect that. On the show, Kim didn't have a little sister, but I clarify that in mine by telling you that the show was based on actual events. Why would a television show give every tidbit of information about these peoples' families? Ok so there we go; longest review of a review in the history of time. Hope it was enjoyable.

Kelly: I'm very pleased that you enjoy it. And here comes another chapter. Please keep reading.

Pheonioxfire: I'm so glad that you want more. It makes me want to write more. Keep wanting more so I can keep writing more! Hehe!

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Adam's mouth fell open. "That didn't actually happen. Besides, I was in love with that show and I happen to know that Kimberly's last name was not Hart, not Parks. And Jason's last name was Scott, not Robertson."

"In a way," I corrected, "it did actually happen. You see, Zack, Billy, Jason, Kim, Trini and Tommy really did save the world. But for privacy sake, their real last names and family information were not provided. No one officially knew about 'The Power Rangers,' but as rumors spread, the television show our generation grew up with was inspired by those very real events. And after all the "world-saving-thing" was over, the Power Rangers disbanded. But," I added, "now all of us are here, sent by one of the former Rangers."

"Where's the one Tommy sent, then?" Sarah asked.

I tried to remember all of the boys around my age whom I'd met through Tommy. "Well, Tommy's brother Josh would be 18 or 19 now." My cheeks began burning just at the mention of Josh's name. Tommy's brother had been my biggest childhood crush. The though of seeing him again made me feel like a 6 year old little girl all over again. I stared intently at my red basketball shorts in a fruitless attempt to hide my burning cheeks. Knowing my history of blushing, my cheeks probably matched the color of my shorts by now.

Eric laughed openly. "A little over anxious about seeing this boy, are we?"

"No." The group continued to stare at me with knowing smiles. Was I really that obvious? "I really don't care at all about seeing him."

Not even I was convinced by this weak defense. The group around the table continued to tease me so mercilessly that no one noticed the sound of another person coming down the stairs. He warily stepped into the light. I turned to face him and couldn't contain a gasp.

"Is this some kind of a cult-thing?" 'He' was a she, with wavy, shoulder length red hair. "Because I don't think that would look good on a college resume."

Adam stated all of our shock. "You're a girl," he said bluntly.

She stepped toward Adam with a scowl but her expression changed to a thoughtful smile as he came into better view. "And you're a boy."

A smile started to spread across Adam's face. "Yeah. Yeah I am. Maybe we could go-"

I grinned, glad to have the sexual tension pointed in Adam's direction. "Hi. I'm Cecilia. This is Eric, Sarah, Tom and, uh, this is Adam."

Adam and the girl didn't break eye contact as she sauntered to the remaining seat between Jason and Sarah. "My name's Jacqueline."

"And who told you to come here?" Said Adam.

Jacqueline pushed her hair away from her face. "Friend of the family, Tommy Campbell. Any of you know him?" Jacqueline's expression hinted that she knew more than just Tommy's real name.

I nodded. "We all do. At least, we know who he is." Eric and I explained what we'd just spent the past fifteen minutes puzzling out.

"That's great detective work," Jacqueline said, "but that still doesn't provide a reason for us being here."

Eric loked at me expectantly and I bit my lip. Even though we'd found something to connect our little assembly, my next though seemed pretty ridiculous. "Look at it logically," Tom said, arms folded, "Each of the old Power Rangers picked someone who they obviously trust and know very well. They've all grown up and moves on from this Ranger thing. Now, though, we're at the age they were at when they were Rangers. It's a long shot but maybe we are the new Power Rangers."

We all had been thinking this, of course, but the rest of us had felt too silly to voice the idea that we could be Power Rangers. The table was noiseless, but when I opened my mouth to break the awkward silence, I was cut off. And it wasn't by anyone at the table. "You're quite correct. Tom." An accented voice was completely audible throughout the small chamber. "You do prefer to be called Tom, don't you?" A woman had stepped out of the darkest corner of the room. She had silver hair that was pulled into a taut bun at the back of her head. She was small in stature and the volume at which she spoke matched her size. Her voice was almost monotonous yet it was more authoritative and powerful than any sound I'd ever heard. She looked directly at Tom with her hand positioned behind her back. As soon as Tom offered a dazed nod, the woman continued.

"You didn't puzzle it out as soon as I had expected. I hope you'll move faster than that when under the pressure of a true mission. We have a very busy morning ahead of us and even less time than we could have had." She stopped talking. I squirmed in my chair, contemplating whether or not we were supposed to respond.....or get up......or do anything at all for that matter. But the woman had our full and silent attention. "It is time to make a decision," she said. "Our world has been in perilous situations before and, once again, trouble has arisen. The six of you children have been chosen to save the world. To most, the idea that a group of teenagers hold the fate of our world is beyond laughable. I hear no chuckles from you. This is a good thing."

Had this remark come from anyone but this stern woman, I would have found it witty. But with this woman, I didn't know what to think. "It will certainly not be easy. Sometimes you will have fun, but most of the time it will be extremely intense. Tutoring services will be offered if your grades begin to suffer." She looked directly ad Jacqueline who was probably about to ask something along those lines anyway. "However, saving the world will take priority over your classes. Pay will be little to nothing. Most importantly, you must know that this humbling honor will be a dangerous task. Very dangerous. If any of you do not feel compelled by my statements then you should leave, keeping in mind that it was a great tribute to you just to be invited here. So it is vital that you make your decision now. If you choose to become a Power Ranger, join me in this corner of the room. I understand that this is a decision which requires days, even weeks of thought." She paused to look at each and every one of us. "We don't have days. We have roughly five minutes. If you must have more time than you should not be here." We waited for her to continue.

But she didn't.

It was Sarah who rose from the table first, then me, with Eric at my elbow. Adam and Jacqueline followed us until only Tom was left seated at the table, staring at his shoes.

"Tom?" The woman said.

He looked up at us. "I get to be the computer nerd of the group, don't I?" We glanced awkwardly at each other. "Don't worry, I'm used to it." Tom finished with a mock sigh. It was clear that he actually enjoyed this role. Tom pushed his chair back and joined us in the corner.

"Lovely," the woman said. "Look at the floor over here and you will see seven metal plates." Indeed, about four feet to my right was the nearest plate in a circle of seven. "Each of you will stand in the center of a plate with no part of your feet reaching beyond the perimeter." Whether it was her commanding posture or her exquisite voice, we obediently followed the given instructions.

Once we were all in position, she held an interesting looking wristwatch up near her face. "Stay perfectly still, now."

"Why?" Asked Adam. Curiosity had gotten the best of him at last.

I thought I saw the hint of a smile almost twitch across the woman's face.....but it could have been the lighting. "Why don't you move Adam? Then you can find out for yourself."

I doubt Adam would have moved if there had been an earthquake after that. I held my breath to keep from making even the tiniest of movements. As I looked around the circle, it seemed as if everyone else had the same idea. I finally fixated my gaze on the woman who was now pressing a button on her watch. As her finger made contact with it, I felt every muscle in my body involuntarily relax. I was like a human jello mold. Then, just when I thought my body would collapse into a shapeless pile, I saw something that was humanly impossible. Right before my very eyes, I saw my own body as if I weren't even in it any more. And something very wrong was happening. It looked lie.....but it was impossible. Yet I saw it. My bodiless mind began to panic. The molecules and atoms of my body were separating, rising a few feet and disappearing into space. I was evaporating.

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A/N: Weird, yes. And Long, yes. But I consider both of these things to be good considering the topic this fanfiction is in. Please review. It'll spur me onward. I promise. And I really want to write this fic for some reason. I am really enjoying the ride these characters are taking me one. All of these characters are acutually based on people I know so I could probably eventually provide you with images of all the characters. Of course, their permission is needed first!