Disclaimer: I don't own PR, I just wish I did.

A/N: I know a lot of people thought that it ended on that last chapter, and I'm sorry it sounded so final; that was never my intent to end it there. The finality of it was to signify the finality of that period in Jason's life, and this next chapter is short, but it's very important. A lot of you probably won't like it, and I'm sorry.

Roughly six months after his visit to Reefside, Jason came home from teaching his last class of the day to a very disturbed Emily. She was sitting at the table in the kitchen, staring blankly into space. Her gaze flicked to Jason when he entered the room. "Jase…"

"What is it?" Jason asked, immediately worried.

"I think you should sit down."

Jason sat down. Worry had now transformed into raging panic. "Em, is everything okay?"

"I got a call today," she said slowly. "From a lawyer, Mr. Bridges. He was calling from Reefside."

Reefside. Suddenly, something in Jason's brain clicked.

"He said that…he said…oh, Jase, I'm really sorry. He said that Tommy died."

No. Not Tommy. All Jason could think was, Not again.

"When?"

"Earlier this week. Undetermined causes." Mesogog. "Mr. Bridges said you should call him as soon as you can. I think Tommy left you something."

"Right, right, I'll call now," Jason said. He'd deal with this Mr. Bridges first, then he had to make all the appropriate calls. This was a task he dreaded doing more than anything. Trini had her impact on the world, to be sure, but Tommy had worked with every single one of the ex-Rangers that had shown up at Trini's funeral, and had left an impression on all of them. Though he was distant nowadays, at the time they all thought of him as a good friend, and then and now, they respected him deeply. This was very disturbing news, and Jason wasn't looking forward to it.

He dialed the number that Emily gave him, and his hand shook so much that he screwed up and had to redial twice. Emily reached across the table and put her hand on his reassuringly. He flashed her a fleeting smile of thanks before someone answered the line. "Lucas and Gold," a woman's voice said.

"Hi, yes, I received a call from a Mr. Bridges..?" Jason asked, and he was surprised at how calm his voice sounded, even though he felt like he was coming apart at the seams.

"Just a minute," the woman chirped, and there was another ringing phone.

"Gil Bridges."

"Hi, you called me about Tom--Thomas Oliver," Jason corrected himself. "I'm Jason Scott."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Scott, I was hoping I'd hear from you today. Let me first say that I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I didn't know Mr. Oliver for that long, but he was an outstanding individual. My daughter is --was-- in his science class, and she regarded him as a phenomenal teacher." Jason smiled to himself, Tommy would have been proud to hear that. "Anyway, yes," the lawyer continued, "Mr. Oliver left you something in his will, Mr. Scott. Were you aware?"

"No," Jason said honestly. He was having issues coping with this whole situation, and was having trouble keeping his mind on the conversation. Tommy dead. Sure, they hadn't spoken much since Jason had lost the Gold powers, but that had been mostly Jason's fault, having skipped town immediately afterwards and not leaving a forwarding address.

"Well, Mr. Scott, Tommy left you his house."

His house? "If something were to happen to me, I was hoping you could look after the kids for me." His house. Of course. With Ops in the basement. The Rangers. "I understand you live in L.A., Mr. Scott?"

"Yes. But I've been to the house. In Reefside."

"1992 Valencia Drive," Mr. Bridges said. "He left the key to it in my care." Jason guessed that it wasn't the only key. Easy money said that Hayley had a spare in case of emergency. Please, there was the secret entrance to the lair from the woods, not that the lawyer knew about that. Not that anyone knew that but the Rangers, Hayley, and Jason. "If possible, I'll need you to come down within the week to sign some papers. After that, the house is yours to deal with as you choose."

"I'll make arrangements," Jason said numbly. "Has the family been notified?" He didn't know Tommy's adoptive parents too well, but that didn't mean it would be any easier to deliver the news.

"Yes, they have. You can call them for the funeral arrangements, if you like." Mr. Bridges left Jason a number, which he hastily scribbled down.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Bridges. I'll keep in touch." Jason hung up the phone. Emily scooted her chair closer to him so that she could put an arm around his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Jase, I know how much Tommy meant to you. He meant a lot to me, too."

Jason found himself burdened with a million things to do, but he allowed himself a moment to seek comfort in Emily's embrace. Then he drew away. "I have to call Tommy's parents, then I have to start calling the others…" he said, his voice breaking slightly on 'others'.

"I have a shift," she said quietly. "But I can call in sick and stay with you, if you'd like."

"No, go to work," he said. "Don't mess up your day because of me. I'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too, Em," he said quietly, and as she exited the room, he found himself staring at the phone. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and when he heard the front door closing and Emily locking it behind her, he picked up and dialed Tommy's parents.