Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, if I did there would've been a MMPR\Dinothunder team up.

Summary: Everyone has his or her own history, but Devin was different. He didn't have a past, only a future.

Chapter One

Everyone has his or her own history, but Devin was different. He didn't have a past, only a future. He also had secrets that no one knew, not even his best friend; not even Cassidy.

He would've told her if he could, but how could he tell her something so ridiculous. I mean, he couldn't just walk up to her one day and say that he was from the future. She'd never believe him and, even if she did, she'd want to know everything that would happen. She had always been curious that way and, with her curiosity, she'd find out everything. She'd learn about how he had to go back soon and she'd try to stop him, but what could he do? He had to tell her.

He wasn't sure if he could, though. SPD regulation said that after a visit to the past all memories had to be erased of the event. It would be as if she had never met him. He couldn't deal with that.

No matter what, though, he was going to tell her.

"Hey, Devin." Cassidy said as soon as she saw Devin walk in the Cybercafe. "Over here! I was starting to think you weren't coming."

He walked over to her table slowly; he was dreading what he was about to do.

"Uh, Cass?" Devin asked.

"Yeah, Devin. What is it?" Cassidy said, obviously preoccupied with her palm pilot.

"Cass, can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure. We're talking right now."

"No, I mean, like, in private."

"Oh, okay." Cassidy looked up at him and smiled, "Wait one second until I finish rearranging my PDA."

"No, Cassidy." Devin said firmly. "Now."

"Okay, whatever." She pressed a button on her palm pilot and followed Devin outside. "So? What is it?

"Cass, I'm, uh… I'm from the, uh…" Devin stammered nervously.

"Devin! Just spit it out!"

"Cass, I'm not from here." He said, shakily, "I'm from the future."

"Are you crazy?" Cassidy asked, "You made me stop rearranging my palm for some stupid –"

"I'm sorry, Cass." Devin whispered as he pressed a button on a little mini machine. He stared in hesitation for a second and then the silence was broken.

"Excuse me," Cassidy said rudely to Devin. "But move."

The machine had worked; she didn't remember. That was what was supposed to happen, but he didn't want it to.

Devin couldn't handle it. So he just turned around and ran.