Worry not, my friends, for the 6th chapter has arrived! So sit back, relax, and try to put the pieces together in this latest installment from my 'Complete' series!

Raya: You must be all up in my head, because I can recite every single Power Ranger from every series since 1992. I wouldn't call myself obsessed, but more like a big fan! You took me back! So I guess I feel for Wesley, too… And I didn't get your e-mail address.

chyp: Thanx, friend, thanx.

James stared blankly at the pages that lay before him. He had managed to read everything Dr. Gilkeson had required, but could only comprehend a tiny fraction of the material. He looked at all the information he had highlighted, hoping that in some way, the words would somehow leap into his brain and root themselves deeply. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked out that way. Suddenly, a pair of hands closed around his eyes.

"Working hard," a feminine voice asked, "or hardly working?"

"Depends," James answered cryptically. "Do we know each other?"

"From a long time ago," the voice said. "You never made good on a promise you made to me, so I thought I'd track you down and see what the problem was. After all, I held up my part of the bargain."

"That's for me to decide," James said as he forced the mysterious voice's hands apart and turned to see someone he had almost forgotten about.

"Hello, stranger," she said, smiling feverishly.

"Hi," James spat out awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I remember who you are, but I forgot your name."

"And I went through the trouble of remembering yours," she said, "finding you and everything. And you can't even remember a simple name like Sam?"

"Right," James said, "Sam from the power company. What are you doing here?"

"You owe me a date, silly," she said, still smiling.

"I never promised a date," James said, trying his best to withhold a smile.

"I believe," Sam said, looking into the air, "that the agreement was that if I got your lights fixed, we would go out on a date. I got your lights fixed."

"I never said yes," James protested.

"You never said no," Sam countered. "Friday night at eight, meet me at Brio's restaurant in Buckhead. Dress nicely, and try to smile. Otherwise we might not make it to the second date."

"This is crazy!" James exclaimed. "You expect me to go out on a date with you just because I never said that I wouldn't? You're awfully forward about this, especially if you already have the place, the time, and the attire picked out."

"You're right," Sam said. "You don't have to smile. See you there!"

Sam turned on her heels and strode confidently and triumphantly out of the library, leaving James before he could even say another word. James only watched her leave, wondering how and why she had decided to come back after their initial meeting. Whatever her reasons were, he thought, she was probably after more than just a date, considering that she had bothered to track him down to the library at his university. He stoically loaded his backpack and left the library. It was already late and after everything he had gone through that day, he just wanted to get some sleep.

"You could at least move around," Wesley said to Matthew, who had refused to move from one spot of the couch. "It's strange that you haven't moved for four hours. Don't you have to go to the bathroom at least?"

"I don't want to risk getting another vision," Matthew said. "Everything is a potential source for some kind of weird vision, and considering all the crap we handle day by day, I don't think it's a good idea to go around getting them all the time."

"Getting what all the time?" James yawned as he walked through the door. The sound of his voice threw both of his brothers off guard and they instantly turned their necks. Wesley jumped after letting out a brief, but audible, shriek.

"Uh," Matthew said cautiously, remember what he had seen in his mind, "hey, Jimmy."

"Nice cover," Wesley muttered to his older brother, then looked to his oldest. "Matt's got a new power and can't control it."

"Really?" James asked, closing the front door and joining them in the living room. "What's going on?"

"He gets premonitions," Wesley answered. "He just started getting them, so everything he touches sets off one in his head. So we've just been sitting here for the past four hours."

"How's he handling them?" James asked, slightly concerned.

"Like a dangerous weapon," Wesley said. "He's afraid to touch anything."

"Just so we're on the same page," James said, scratching his head, "a premonition is when you sweat, right?"

"No, dumb one," Wesley corrected, rolling his eyes, "that's perspiration. A premonition is a vision of the future. Are you sure you graduated preschool?"

"Shut up," James snapped. "So what's he been doing about it?"

"What do I look like, a two year old?" Matthew exclaimed finally, after seeing his brothers go back and forth asking questions about him. "I know how to talk!"

"Sorry," James said. "What kinds of things have you been seeing?"

"Well," Matthew said, a little uneasy, but finally deciding to tell the truth, "a mix of things. I've found out that it's always related to whatever I touch, so while at school it's mostly been just normal stuff, like affairs, something breaking, stuff like that. That night, when I thought I was dreaming, though…"

Matthew spent the next hour filling James in on everything he had told Wesley before, while Wesley threw in extreme exaggerations from time to time. He told James about his English professor and his friends. Then they talked about his vision concerning the Council and a possible lead to their problem. Finally, after a little prodding, Matthew confessed about the vision he had had about James.

"Well," James said, "the fact that I'm still here and still sane should show that whatever you thought you saw was wrong."

"He's right," Wesley said as if a light had suddenly gone off in his head. "In your premonition, it happened right when he came through the door. So that one was a fake!"

"But all of the others haven't been," Matthew argued.

"You don't know that," Wesley said. "Have you actually been at the scene of any of these supposed happenings? As far as we know, you're just having some issues with yourself that need to be worked out."

"I wouldn't say it's that deep," James said. "I think that if you are getting this new power, it's coming in overload for a reason. Maybe it's showing you that you should learn to pay more attention to ones that are more important. It won't help anybody if you try and help everybody with every little thing that comes up."

"That makes sense," Matthew said. "But what if they're not fake? What happens then?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," James said. "I'm exhausted and need to go to bed. I didn't even get to tell y'all about what happened to me today. Long story, an old friend visited me and we're going out on a date…goodnight!"