Author's Note: I do not own the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban.

Question: What do you think of the story so far? While I was making a story outline, I realized that I can make a sort of sequel to this or something. But I'm still debating over certain things. Should I make this a happy ending or not? I don't really know how to end this on a happy note…but we'll see as the story unfolds and what the reviewers say.

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Tammie burst through the doors of the Juice Bar, steaming mad. She made her way to the usual table, knowing that Damon and Carl would be there. The two boys looked up as she slammed her bag on the table and dropped into a chair.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Carl.

"What do you think?" she snapped back.

Before Carl could answer, Chris and his noisy group of friends entered the Juice Bar. Tammie clenched her fists as soon as she heard his voice. She glared as he passed by their table.

"What happened?" asked Damon, he could tell that Tammie was really mad. "What did he do?"

"Nothing," she said, trying to calm herself down. "Just being his usual self."

Damon began to rise from his seat, but Tammie put her hand on his arm.

"Damon, don't even bother. Even if you go talk to him or threaten him or kick his ass, he still won't stop."

Damon knew that she was right.

"Besides, I wouldn't want you and Carl to get in trouble again."

The previous week, Chris kept pestering Tammie during their history class. He sat behind Tammie and kept tapping her shoulder or pulling her hair. Soon, Tammie lost her nerve and smacked him with her homework packet. That act earned Tammie detention. When Damon found out, he went after Chris. And soon the two boys had begun their own karate match on school grounds. Carl joined in as soon as one of Chris's friends joined. The four boys also ended up in detention.

"But that was worth it," Carl piped up. "The only time I've ever fought Chris or any of his goons was during competitions."

Damon nodded his head in agreement.

"You guys compete?"

"Yup," Damon said. "Whenever there's a competition, we always sign up."

"I never really picked up that you guys did karate," Tammie admitted. "How come you didn't sign up at my dad's dojo?"

"We're too advanced for that," bragged Carl. Tammie laughed and stopped when an idea came to her head.

"Why don't you guys teach me?"

Her two friends just stared at her.

"What?" Damon finally asked.

"Why don't you guys teach me a few moves? Then that way, maybe I can actually use some on Chris."

The two boys just looked at her again.

"Are you serious?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You want to learn karate?" asked Carl slowly.

"Well, not really learn. I already know a few moves, it's just…the last time I've practice was when I was ten."

Tammie sighed in exasperation as they stared at her again.

"Hello? Are you guys going to teach me or not?"

"Sure, yeah," Damon agreed.

"Great!"

"Let's start tomorrow after school," Carl suggested.

"Let's do it here so I can practice my gymnastics at the same time," Tammie added.

"Alright."

Tammie squealed with delight as she walked over and hugged her friends.

"I will see you two tomorrow." Tammie picked up her bag and smiled before going out the door.

After school the next day, Tammie met up with Damon and Carl at the Juice Bar.

"Are you ready grasshopper?" Carl asked.

The three headed over to themats. The boys began the lesson by showing Tammie the correct positions.

"Guys, I know all this already," she reminded. But the two just ignored her and continued to teach her the most simplest moves, still thinking that Tammie wasn't being serious.

After a week of learning nothing except simple punches and kicks, Tammie gave up her friends as her teachers and turned to Jason.

"Let me get this straight," he said, as he grabbed a drink from his small fridge in his office. "You want me to teach you karate?"

"Yes," Tammie replied confidently.

"Why don't you ask your dad?"

"Because..." Tammie paused, not knowing why.

"Let me tell you what, why don't you join one of the classes here? I'm sure your dad will be happy to know that you're showing interest in karate again."

"He is right. Maybe this way you can spend some more time with him." Ever since the start of school, the father and daughter barely had time for each other. After school, Tammie would head to the gym to practice her gymnastics. Then she would head home to make dinner and eat with her dad. After that, she went straight to her room to do homework. And on weekends, she was either practicing gymnastics again or hanging out with Damon and Carl.

"Okay," Tammie agreed.

"Alright, why don't you join our Monday afternoon class?"

"Why can't I go everyday?"

Jason looked at her surprised. "Okay...I guess that would be alright."

Tammie smiled and left his office.

The next day, Tammie showed up at the dojo, ready to join the class. Tommy was surprised to hear that Tammie was there for the karate class. He was even more surprised to see that Tammie still remembered some of the things he taught her before.

"You're doing great, sweetie," he told her, three days later, when the class finished. "You picked up everything really fast."

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner."

For the next two weeks, Tammie spent her free time at the dojo, learning and practicing new moves from Jason and Rocky. She really was a fast learner. Jason could see her getting better and stronger with her punches.

"You're getting better," he told her after being flipped. "You'll probably good enough to be in the competition."

"Competition? What competition?" asked Tammie, giving up her fighting stance.

"We're holding the annual karate competition here," Jason said.

"That's great, I should go tell Damon and-" Tammie ducked as Jason threw a punch at her.

"Never let your guard down," he said. "And never get distracted."

"Practice what you preach," Tammie said as she performed a helicopter and kicked Jason's feet from under him. The two continued to spar until both of them were too tired to continue.

That Saturday, Damon and Carl sat at their usual table at the Juice Bar. Tammie had called them earlier and asked them to meet her there. She said that she had some news to tell them.

"I wonder what it could be," Damon said. "She sounded pretty excited on the phone."

"Maybe she's come to her sense and is going to confess her undying love for you!" teased Carl. Damon punched his shoulder. "Ow! Damn, why do you always gotta punch so hard?"

The best of friends launched into a tennis game of insults. Tammie approached them with an amused smile on her face.

"Oh, so you two must be the little four year olds I'm supposed to be babysitting."

"Ha-ha, you're funny," Damon said. He gave her a smile. "What's this thing you wanted to tell us?"

"Well, Jason told me that the dojo is holding a competition!"

The two boys gave each other a high five. "Alright!"

"And guess what else?"

"What?"

"I'm joining too." The two boys stared, jaw dropped, at Tammie. Then they began to laugh. "What?"

"You? You want to join?" asked Carl.

"Yes," Tammie said, beginning to get annoyed.

"No offense Tammie," Damon began. "But...I think you're not really cut out for this."

"What?"

"I mean, maybe you are. Maybe they'll let you compete in the little league." Tammie just glared at the two guys.

"Alright, you two go laugh your ass off. I'm going to practice my gymnastics." The two continued to laugh as their female friend left for the beam. After a few minutes, they regained control again.

"She sure is confident," Damon said. He watched Tammie do her routine on the balance beam. His cellphone snapped him back into reality. He answered it and after a few seconds of conversation hung up. "I gotta go. Alex wants me to help him set up his telescope or something."

Damon gave Tammie a wave as she passed by him.

"Where's he going?" she asked.

"His dad called him," Carl said. He turned to look Tammie in the eye. "Do you really think you're ready for the competition?"

"Yes, do you want me to prove it to you?"

"How?"

"Let me spar with you," she said. "You said you were so advanced. So, if I beat you, then that means that I'm good enough to enter the competition."

Carl gave her a look that showed that he thought she was joking. Tammie returned it with a look of seriousness.

"Okay," he finally agreed. Tammie smiled as they made it towards the mat. They both got into a fighting stance. "Don't worry I'll go easy-"

Carl's head snapped up as Tammie brought her foot under his chin. He rubbed his chin and shook his head.

"Alright, okay," he said giving a grin. "So you wanna play tough."

He faked a left punch and swung full on with his right. Tammie was expecting this and ducked.

"I know that you're right handed," she commented. Carl made amove to kick her at her side, she grabbed his leg and gave it a twirl which made Carl spin in the air. He landed on his back.

"One for me," Tammie said smiling. Carl only smiled back at her. He did a windwill, kicking Tammie. She staggered and tried to regain her balance when Carl gave another light kick to her chest. Tammie fell to the ground.

"And one for me," he said. Tammie quickly got up to her feet. She backed away from him "Scared?"

She smirked and began to charge towards Carl. Then she performed a somersault over him, kicking him on the back. Carl landed face down. As he got up, Tammie gave an axe kick, then kicked his face sideways. Carl fell back on the ground.

"Two points up," she said as she watched her friend get up.

"I must admit, you're pretty good," Carl said. "For a girl." He jumped up and did a spinning kick. Tammie jumped backwards to avoid it. Then Carl bombarded her with a chain of punches, all of which Tammie blocked. Carl brought his knees to her stomach. Tammie dropped to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Carl asked.

"That's why girls aren't cut out for martial arts," cried Chris' voice. Tammie's head shot up as she saw him sitting at one of the tables. "Was he watching the whole time?"

"Give it up Oliver. You can't roll with the big dogs." Chris and his group laughed as they made their way out of the bar.

Tammie's face was red with anger and embarrassment. She quickly got up, forgetting about the pain, and began to swing wildly at Carl.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hey, stop!" Carl managed to grab her wrists and twisted them so that she wasn't able to move. But she began to kick him. Carl lifted his foot and crossed it over hers. Then he kicked her ankle, tripping her to the floor and dragging himself with her. He stood up as Tammie lay on the mat. "Number one, you never use your anger to fuel your shots."

Tammy sat up, breathing heavily. "And why not?"

"It may be the best thing to get you hyped up to fight, but anger also blinds you. If you're fighting while you're angry, all you think about is attacking, you don't think about defending. And if you really are serious about the competition, you need to be ready to attack and defend."

Tammie was surprised at Carl's serious tone. Then she smiled. "So you finally believe me?"

"Well, you are better than I expected. Damon will be surprised when I tell him."

"Don't," Tammie said. "I wanna his reaction when he sees me in the competition."

Carl smiled and nodded. "He's in for a big surprise."

"No!"

"Why not?" Tammie asked. It was Sunday night and the father and daughter were at the table eating dinner. Dinner was the only time the two had to talk and catch up on each other's lives. "Why can't I join the competition?"

"Tammie, you just got back into karate two or three weeks ago. You're not ready," Tommy said sternly.

"But, you've seen me! You know I learn fast! You said it yourself that I was good, I was great!"

"I did say that, but you're just not ready."

Tammie fell silent.

"What if I beat you?" Tammie asked, determined to make her father give in.

"What? You want to challenge me?" Tommy chuckled. "Sweetie, just drop it, please. Trust me, you're not ready for it. The guys who have signed up are really good, and it's going to be hard for you. Especially since you're a girl-"

"Is that why you don't I'm ready? Because I'm a girl?" Tammie asked, getting angry.

"No, I'm saying that you're going up against some tough kids. Trust me, I have known a few girls who can kick as much ass as your uncles and I combined," Tommy said, thinking about the pink and yellow rangers he knew. "But, I just don't think-"

"That I'm ready," Tammie finished. "You win, you win."

"Thank you," Tommy said.

Carl listened as Damon talked about his weekend. He was dying to tell his best friend about Tammie's karate skill, but he promised that he wouldn't.

"Al's been acting weird lately," Damon said. "He's always spending all his time locked up in the den."

"Did you ask him about it?"

"Yeah, all he said was that I shouldn't worry about it...for now."

"For now?"

"I don't know. But whatever, I don't want any distractions, especially with the competition this weekend."

Carl smirked. "I can't wait."

"Hey Tammie," Damon said.

"What's up?"

"Hi," Tammie said smugly. She heard the last part of their conversation about the competition.

"What's wrong?" asked Damon, leaning against the locker beside hers.

"My dad won't let me join in the competition."

"What?" cried Carl. "Why not?"

Damon looked surprise at Carl.

"He says that I'm not ready, that the competition is too tough for me. But I know the main reason was because I am a girl. He, just like you two,thinks I can't do it, ."

"Likeus two?" Carl asked, putting on a hurt face.

"I mean, like Damon," Tammie closed her locker and gave Damon a look. "He, like Damon thinks I can't do it."

"Whoa, since when did you switch to her side."

"Ever since I sparred with her and she nearly kicked my ass."

Damon looked from Carl's smirking face to Tammie's face which held a modest smile. He tried his best to stifle his laugh. Tammie rolled her eyes/

"I'm going to class," she sighed, pushing past Damon.

"Ooh, I think she's upset with you," Carl said before heading towards his class.

The day of the competition finally came and Tammie was on the sidelines watching her friends compete. Damon was up and he was up by three points. "He is good," Tammy thought. She smiled as he looked her way. He gave her a quick smile before performing a flying kick to his opponent.

The smile remained on Tammie's face as she thought back to Monday afternoon. Damon caught up to her after school and apologized for how he had acted.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to-to act like a jerk."

"You weren't acting like a jerk," she assured him. "It's okay. I guess it was partly my fault. I mean, first I wanted to be able to protect myself from Chris, then I wanted to show you that I can do it, and then I wanted to show my dad that I haven't completely turned my back on karate...I guess I just wanted to prove myself so much."

"Why do you need to prove yourself?"

"I don't know," she chuckled. "It's a teenage thing, you know. The phase where we all want to find who we are and all that jazz."

Damon laughed with Tammie. Then they stood in front of her house, face to face. Tammie gazed up at him, as he slowly lowered his face to hers. When their faces were only two inches apart, her front door opened, causing both of them to pull apart.

"Gosh, Rocky just had to come at that time." thought Tammie. A buzzer went off signaling the end of the match. Damon won and was bumped up to the final round. Next up was Carl. He was against KJ, a friend of Chris's.

"Go Carl!" she cheered. Carl turned to her and gave a thumbs up. Then he got into his fighting stance. The buzzer signaled the start and Carl quickly jumped back, avoiding the kick. Carl blocked the second kick and gave the guy a punch in the stomach. Carl kneed him in his chest and elbowed him on his back. KJ fell down, earning Carl a point. Three minutes later, Carl was up a point and KJ had only one minute left, since all the matches lasted five minutes. KJ lunged at Carl, giving an axe kick, bring him to his knees. Carl quickly scrambled up, but KJ swung his leg under Carl's. Carl fell backwards and landed wrong on his ankle. He rolled around the mat in pain.

"Carl!" Tammie ran to Carl's side and helped Damon lift him up to the sidelines.

"You alright man?"

"Yeah, I think I just sprained my ankle. Damn it! I need to go back in there! I'm so close to the final round."

"Damon, you're up!" cried Adam from the other side of the mat.

"You gonna be alright?"

Carl nodded and motioned for his friend to go. Damon nodded and ran to the mat.

"Man, I was so close..." Carl put his hands on his head. Then he looked up at Tammie. He asked her to help him to the locker room. Tammie did what she was asked. Once they got in front of the locker room, Carl began to take off his karate uniform.

"What are you doing?"

"Fight for me."

"What?" asked Tammie, as Carl began to hand her his uniform.

"Go dress up, get back in the mat, and kick Chris's ass." Tammie still looked confused. "If I don't show up by the time Damon finishes his match, they're gonna mark me as a forfeit. So, if you show up pretending to be me, you can pick up my next match, which happens to be Chris."

"But...won't they see my face?"

"I have my ninja mask. I'll get it while you change. Hurry!"

Tammie dashed in the girl's bathroom and changed into his uniform. She put her hair in a bun and went to meet Carl. He immediately threw her the mask. She pulled it over her face and put up the hood.

"Go! And good luck!"

Tammie ran to the judges table. She deepend her voice and pointed to her number. "I'm good!" she told them. The judges nodded and announced the return of Carl into the match. She felt nervous approaching the center of the match.

"Ready to lose, loser?" snarled Chris.

"Oh he's original!" Tammie thought sarcastically. The buzzer sounded. Chris started with flying axe kick. Tammie rolled under his jump. As he turned to face her, she kicked him under his chin, causing his head to snap up. Then she kicked him from the side, and then repeated it. Then she kicked him in the chest, causing him to stagger and fall back.

"One point!"

"Go Carl!" someone called.

They positioned back to the middle of the mat. Chris gave her a punch once the buzzer started again. Tammie felt her head spin. "Damn that was strong!"

The moment she regained her concentration, she saw Chris's feet rise up. She grabbed it and kicked under his other foot. She punched him on his chest, while he was on the ground.

"One point, Carl!" Tammie glanced at the timer. She had two and a half minutes left. Once the buzzer rang again, she felt the wind get knocked out of her. She instantly fell to the ground trying to catch her breath.

"You okay?" asked the referee.

She nodded.

"One point, Chris."

"Is that all you got Carl?"

Tammie felt herself smile. "No, I have much more."

The third time the buzzer rang, Tammie made the first move. She attempted a kick, but he grab her foot. She picked up her other foot and spun, kicking him. The audience cheers grew louder. Tammie flipped herself up and waited for Chris to advance on her. As he lunged towards her, she did a flip over him. Once he turned to face her, she launched into a series of kicks that she saw her dad perform. Then, she did a backflip, kicking him in the process. She jumped up and both her feet met his chest. He fell to the ground just as the buzzer signaled the end of the match. The audience cheered. Chris got up, glaring. "It's only about to get better." After shaking hands with the referee, she took off the mask. Everyone gasped.

"Good match, Chris," she smirked, bringing out her hand. He reluctantly shook it. "I guess I can roll with the big dogs."

As she walked out of the mat, Aisha, Rocky, Adam, Jason, and her dad greeted her.

"You kicked ass girl!" exclaimed Aisha.

"You did great!"

"Good job!"

"I knew you could do it!"

Tammie smiled, then she looked at her dad. "So what did you think?"

Tommy shook his head, then, slowly a smile formed. "I was wrong. You were ready for the competition. I was just scared that you might've gotten hurt." Tammie hugged her dad.

"Well, I gotta go change." Tammie hugged Carl, who was sitting against the wall. "Thanks for the chance, Carl."

"You deserved it." Tammie continued on her way to the bathroom. When she came back, Damon was back on the mat, this time against Chris.

"You got me disqualified!" joked Carl.

"It was worth it."

"Yeah, but I think Damon is feeling Chris' wrath."

Tammie watched as Damon took a hard punch on his face. But Damon quickly recovered and gave Chris quick punches to his chest, face and stomach. Chris managed to block him and kicked him on his chest. Damon fell to the ground, but Chris continued to kick him on the back. The referee blew his whistle and Chris wasn't awarded with a point. Damon got up, ready to fight agian. He only had a minute to gain two points. As soon as the buzz sounded, he jumped and kicked Chris in his face. Then he did a spiral kick to his chest. Chris fell to ground and Damon earned his point. "One more," he thought.

Christhrew a punch after the buzz sounded again. Damon grabbed his arm tightly and punched him on his side. Then he flipped him and punched Chris in the chest.

"Winner is Damon!"

Everyone cheered. And as he stepped out of the mat, Tammie threw her arms around him.

"You won!" she cried.

Damon hugged her back, although he felt concious because of his sweat.

The ex Rangers, as well aspeoplefrom the audience,congratulated him. Tammie and Damon made their way to the benches.

"You did great!"

"Yeah?" Damon asked. "I'm glad you think so, because I think Chris was kicking my ass pretty hard."

Tammie noticed Damon's bleeding lip. She grabbed a tissue from her bag and began to dab at it. She didn't realize what she was doing until she met Damon's gaze.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, blushing.

"It's alright," he said. "I don't mind."

Tammie smiled and continued to tend to his wounds.

"You really surprised me when you beat Chris," Damon said. "It makes me even more guilty for teasing you."

"Don't worry about it. At least I got to kick his ass. I'm just sorry that you had to receive his wrath for it."

Damon laughed. "I don't mind. I always welcome a challenge."

Silence fell between them. "I'm going to get some ice for you."

Damon nodded his head. While Tammie made her way to her dad's office, Chris walked up to Damon.

"Where's that girlfriend of yours?" asked Chris bitterly.

"Why are you asking?" Damon spat back.

"Look, I'm not up for causing trouble alright."

Damon looked at him curiously. Tammie cautiously approached the two.

"Tammie," Chris began. "Look...uh."

"What?"

Chris took a deep breath. "You-you did alright in the match. I mean, at least, for a girl."

"Thanks."

"Yeah...and from what I've been seeing here," Chris continued. "I lost to Damon for the second time." And with that, Chris left the two teenagers staring after him.

"Wha-Who-How-" Tammie stuttered.

Damon laughed at Tammie. "May I have my ice now?" Tammie turned her attention to him and handed him the ice pack.

She watched as he put it on his knuckles. Silence took over them again. Finally Damon cleared his throat.

"Tammie?"

She looked up and into his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to go out tomorrow?" Tammie stared, shocked, at what she just heard.

"A-are you asking me..."

"Out? Yeah."

Tammie blushed. Then she smiled. "I'd love to." Damon let out a sigh of relief, making Tammie laugh.

Tommy watched from the otherside of the room. He saw Tammie smile a different smile. It was the type of smile that, not only lit up her eyes, but filled them with love. He knew that, as much as he wanted to deny it, his daughter was falling in love.

A/N:There you go! I hope that this chapter was good. I hoped thatit doesn't sound too rushed. Now, to write the next chapter! Where should they go for their date?