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

AN: thanks to everyone who's been following my little saga. You've all been so supportive of it, even after I killed Tommy, and I can't thank you enough for it. You guys have made working on this story much better than it would have been otherwise.

A special thank you goes out to Sarah, without whom I probably never would've finished this story. And I mean that. She's one of the best writers I know, and my inspiration.

And now, the epilogue.

"So this is it, huh?"

"What, you were expecting fur-lined rooms and a grotto?"

The first remark was accompanied by an appraising, semi-critical eye, the second delivered with a sardonic grin.

Kira laughed. "Coming from you, yeah, I kind of was."

"Hey, I didn't design this place, Ethan did," Conner retorted.

"You were never the brains of the bunch."

"Neither was Dr. O.," Conner argued lightly, "but he managed."

"You know, when it all ended, I never suspected that you two would go back to it," she said. "Especially not after what happened."

"You mean, my temporary insanity that allowed me to kill Mesogog, Zeltrax, and Elsa in one fell swoop?" he said unflinchingly. Kira's eyes widened. He had finally voiced the disastrous act, something that he hadn't been able to come to terms with for a long, long time. While Kira had gone into depression after Tommy Oliver's death, it was nothing compared to what Conner had undergone after they'd finally defeated their enemies. Conner's moment of blind rage and slaughter had destroyed him so emotionally that for awhile, they had worried he might never recover. But he seemed okay now, truly okay.

"Yeah, I meant that," she said finally.

"I didn't think I would, either," he admitted. "Ethan wanted to do it just for fun, you know? But I've been reading up on this Hathor-Sakmet legend, and if I'm right...I think we're going to have a big problem on our hands. Suffice to say, I wanted some major firepower under the Earth's belt."

Kira surveyed the man in front of her. Ten years older than when they'd met, and more attractive, were that even possible. Certainly wiser. This was not the same Conner she had met, whose primary interests circled around soccer, soccer, girls, and soccer. This Conner still played the favorite sport, on the local club team, but his world no longer revolved around it. He had seen and done too much to be restricted to the simple pleasures soccer had to offer him. For instance, the kid who had almost never cracked a book in the two years they'd gone to school together was now fascinated by Egyptian history and legend.

He got his exercise other ways, having continued his martial arts training over the years, going to L.A. for a little while to get official training at the studio Jason worked at, and then later at Jason's own personal studio. When Jason had become so successful with the Ranger Black Karate Studio, he had opened up a smaller branch in Amino Valley, asking if Conner would run it for him. Conner had jumped at the chance. He took night courses in business and management at Reefside Community College, and was running the studio with a moderate degree of success. He was happy now, he was okay with himself after what he'd done. He'd healed, and remarkably so.

"So what all have you done?" Kira asked.

"Well, we've made the base, and we've created the morphers, except for the uniform design. I was hoping you could help with that, actually," he said with an almost shy smile that she barely recognized on him.

"Why me?"

"You obviously have better fashion sense than me or Ethan," Conner said flippantly. "Plus, it wouldn't be the same if you didn't help in some way."

"Well, you're Jason, and Ethan's Hayley, that makes me...what? Cassidy?"

Conner laughed. "Something like that. But seriously, Kira, we're a team and we can't do this without you."

"Between the two of you, you can certainly do it without me."

"We don't want to," he said simply, staring at her.

"Fair enough," she said. He grinned at her, clearly relieved, and she found herself smiling back, but it turned into a sad one as she blurted the thought that had been on her mind, unspoken, for ten years. "You know, Con...you did what any of us would have done."

"No, I didn't," he said. "It's not what Tommy or Jason would've done. Senseless violence. They never got around to destroying Rita Repulsa or Lord Zedd or any of the others that they faced. They always found a better way." He stared at her a moment. "I never even looked." There was a resignation in his brown eyes, one that hadn't been there two minutes ago, one that she had put there by bringing the subject up. She felt horrible about that, but the topic needed to be talked about, and they needed closure.

"The stakes were higher this time around than when they were fighting," she argued. "Rita Repulsa and company never killed anyone. Mesogog did. It was unforgivable. The world is a sadder place for losing Dr. O. the way it did. And you know that if you hadn't done what you'd done, Ethan or I would have."

"Would you?" he said, his tone flat.

She grabbed his hands in hers and squeezed. "Yes, Conner, I would have. I seem to recall you making some big, impassioned speech about how the fight had gotten personal, so that I should take it personally. You said that being passive wasn't the way of going about it. And you were right. I don't doubt that." She sighed. "I wish you didn't have to shoulder this burden yourself. I wish I had been a been a better friend to you when you needed me most. You were more than anyone could have asked for when I needed you, and I was useless to you."

"Never useless," he promised her, his voice thick. "Kira, you've always been there for me, you should know that by now. I don't know what I would've done without you."

The words were there, but she knew that most of Conner's healing had been a personal thing, that she'd not been involved in. "I'm so sorry," she said quietly.

"Don't be," he said, and he kissed her slowly.

"Oh, hey, didn't realize I was interrupting a tender moment," Ethan's voice rang out across the room, amusement lacing his tone. Conner finished the kiss before looking up, having deemed Kira more important than Ethan for the time being.

"What's up, dude."

"Did you get her on board? Is she going to design the uniforms for us?" Ethan asked eagerly, sitting down.

"Yup, she's taking time off of her busy tour schedule to do menial labor for us," Conner said cheerfully.

"Oh, awesome," proclaimed Ethan. "It wouldn't have been the same without Kira here."

Kira smiled at their enthusiasm. They both lived in Amino Valley, next door neighbors, but she was so busy recording and touring that she still technically resided in her apartment in Reefside, when she actually had time to stand still. With this week off, she'd been living in Conner's house, and she felt more comfortable there than she did anywhere else in the world (most of which she'd had the luxury of seeing).

"How many are we working with?" she asked.

"Three, of course," Ethan said. "Your standard red, yellow, and blue scheme."

"So original," she teased, rolling her eyes.

"Hey! It's a classic," he said.

"All right. Just point me in the right direction, and I'll get to work. But for the record, I'm not a fashion major or anything like that."

Conner smiled at her fondly. "You'll do fine."

And so the afternoon began with Kira bent over a drawing board in the corner of the underground lair connecting Conner's and Ethan's homes.

Ethan's cell phone rang, and he took it upstairs to his kitchen. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ethan."

"Jason! It's been awhile. How are things? How's the baby?"

"She's doing okay. Had a little bit of a cold last week that had Emily freaked out to no end, but she's better now." Baby Hayley, named after the tech genius proprietor of a worldwide chain of Cyberspaces, was the second of two children --the first named after Jason's best friend, of course-- for an exuberant Jason and Emily Scott. "How are Conner and Kira?" asked Jason.

Ethan smiled in the direction of the lab door. "Kira's home for the week, and Conner's absolutely beside himself. She's been staying at his place, and I think he's going to ask her to move in permanently--when she's not touring, of course."

"That's great for him."

"For her, too. She needs a place to feel at home. They're good for each other." Ethan laughed. "It's all thanks to Emily, you know. If she hadn't paired them together as bridesmaid and usher at your guys' wedding..."

"Oh, they probably would've gotten together anyway."

"Not without that push," Ethan said. "But it was cool of you two to include us losers in your wedding, either way," he added.

"Why wouldn't we?" Jason said. "You guys are family to us. I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't had you three to help me with the healing process."

"Same to you, Jase," Ethan said sincerely.

"ETHE!" Kira yelled from downstairs. "I THINK I'M DONE!"

"You got her to help with costume design?" Jason asked, having heard the cry over the phone.

"Conner must have threatened her into it. Listen, I'll have to call you back, okay?"

"Waiting for it," Jason said, and they hung up. Ethan retreated into the lab. "Already?"

"What can I say, I was inspired. It's a simplistic design, but it works," she said, holding up her images. "You're not going to be happy though..."

"Why's that?" he asked, then started laughing. "Conner, have you seen this?"

"Nope." Conner all but bounced across the room to put a hand on Ethan's shoulder and the other arm around Kira's shoulders. He stared at Kira's haphazard artwork, and the expression on his face alone was enough to send Ethan and Kira into another fit of laughter. "Aw, how come the red one's gotta be a girl?"