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Jason Lee Scott: The Tale of the Golden Eagle
Chapter Two: The Walk Home

By: Derek A.k.a Splush

Jason was pleased to discover that in this dimension him and Tommy were friends. Though Jason discovered he didn't identify as closely with the new Tommy as he did with the one from his dimension, they were still "Bro's". It was hard to keep his ranger identity a secret from him, in this dimension the legendary Thomas Oliver, is just an average high school student with a passion for Martial Arts. Jason found it hard to hang out with his non-ranger companion, ignoring the fact that it was hard to identify with non rangers, he simply didn't have time. Especially with Tommy, he rarely saw him. Jason was to busy either battling monsters ( a few creatures remained after the destruction of the Machine Empire and Lord Zedd ) and he didn't see him to much during school, Tommy was a senior a grade higher than he.

Back in his native dimension, in the fighting department Tommy was the only one who could keep up with Jason. Hell, Jason wondered if he was the one keeping up, the most intense fights he ever had was during his and Tommy's sparring sessions. Though the new Tommy was a great martial artist, his skills weren't hardened from countless encounters with combat. Though Jason still found himself sweating and breathing heavily after an friendly spar with his closest friend. Closest non-ranger friend.

Absorbed in practicing his roundhouses against the leather heavy bag, he completely ignored the world around him. With a loud war like cry he would slam his leg against the black bag , the punching device caving in under the power of his strike. A tap on the shoulder returned his awareness to his surroundings.

"Bro, I got to get to work. Could you do me a favor?" Tommy asked.

"Sure thing," Jason responded, trying to catch his breath.

"Could you make sure that Sarah gets home?"

Jason's eyes darted across to the room where the younger Oliver lay. She was instructing a group of young girls on the art of dancing. Her body moved flexibly and gracefully as she moved demonstrating a simple set of moves that her eager students soon would be performing. Jason found himself more than glancing, and remembered that her brother was right next to him.

Blushing he agreed, "No problem."

After Tommy left he tried to return his focus to his kicking drills but had trouble doing so. It still hurt to look at Kim, even if it was not the same exact girl he fell in love with back home, the pink ranger was still Kim, both in look and personality. But it didn't hurt that bad, he tried to pretend they didn't exist but the fraud was impossible to retain. Every time their eyes would connect he would blush and quickly glance the other way, she made him feel so insecure. She had the body of a cheerleader, the looks of a model, and the heart of a warrior. And a coward he was, unable to share his feeling with the one he felt for.

He was deeply afraid of rejection but that was not the only thing that silenced his heart. He feared that if they did engage in a personal romantic relationship that it would effect their ranger duties, and he was still getting used to the fact that she was Tommy's sister. Sarah's dance class was about to end soon, he ended his training sessions and decided to hit the showers.

Fifteen minutes later he returned changed and refreshed. Sarah awaited at the counter chatting to Ernie as she sipped on a smoothie.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Ya, see you Ernie," The petite teenager said with a wave.

Ernie smirked as he saw the two young teens exit the building. It was painfully obvious that both had feelings for each other, and both were oblivious to the others attraction. It was almost comical watching the two walk next to each other, Jason would stare at Sarah absorbing her beauty and as soon as he would turn away she would do the same. Neither aware of the others action. Judging by this scene one would laugh at the innocence of their nature, but Ernie did not laugh. He cried for these young adults. So young, but there eyes gave away their souls age in brief glances. Having the burden of the worlds safety on your shoulders aged you quick, no matter how much you let it show. Yes, Ernie knew the identity of the Power Rangers.

At first he was unaware pondering whom it could be under the spandex clad body armor, probably an alien from a galaxy far away he could remember speculating. But the young teen constant disappearances, the tired look in their eyes, the bruises that covered their youthful bodies, the fact that five, sometimes six, teenagers whom were all extraordinarily different had such a tight brother like bond. For a adult whom made smoothies for a living Ernie was an exceptionally compassionate and smart man.

"I still don't get it," Jason sighed.

He walked next to Sarah laughing and chuckling. Sarah had made the mistake of attempting to explain the latest subject matter in their third period math class. Her attempt had been a failure.

"Jason it's not that hard," She said.

"Math just isn't my subject…" He defended with a smirk.

"No, really?" Sarah rolled her eyes, "Just incase you don't get that, what I just did there is called sarcasm."

"Watch the attitude I might just make you run laps, around the command center," Jason joked about asserting his leadership authority.

"Um, No… Didn't you tell me back in your dimension the Red Ranger was the leader?"

Their flirtation was ceased as a group approached them. A group of Angel Grove's finest punks. In the front was Bulk and Skull with menacing looks on their faces. It seemed almost all of them were armed. Some had bats; others donned brass knuckles, and one or two brandish knives.

When Jason first started adjusting to this new world he found it hysterical that Bulk and Skull were these hardcore thugs. But after a kid with glasses ended up in the hospital with a broken nose, the humor out of the situation was gone. Jason and Bulk's gang clashed on numerous occasions, Jason was nicknamed Hero. A name Bulk would sneer in the hallways.

"I told you not to get involved with my business, but you didn't listen Hero. Now your on the streets, my turf, no teachers," Bulk threatened punching his right hand into his left palm.

Sarah instinctively raised her fist up, about to summon her Zeonizer but Jason stopped her. She gave him a confused look, but he responded with concern in his eye slowly shaking his head. They couldn't risk revealing their identity.

The crowd of thugs chuckled, one proclaiming, "Aw the little girl is scared!"

"Bulk, we don't have to do this!" Jason shouted his temper starting to rise, something you never wanted to do was to make Jason angry. Jason was regularly one of the finest gentlemen you'd ever meet, but once you aroused his temper you were in trouble.

Skull was the one to reply, "But yes we do. Guys don't hurt the girl…to much. I want to have a little fun later."

Jason's voice got low and his gaze intensified, "If you touch her your going to loose that hand," He snarled. Skull grinned about to make some crude joke. Before he could utter a word Jason lunged forward his teeth clenched, with all the power he could generate from his body he knocked Skull to the pavement with a right hook. Chaos broke out Skull's fellow gang members lashing out with strikes of their own. Jason was lost in his anger, so incredible was his adrenaline rush that his power appeared to be the same of that when he was morphed. His attacker's blows went unnoticed, he didn't concentrating on blocking. The feel of brass stuck him in the jaw, the blow would have normally dropped any man, including Jason. But not now. They had threatened the one he loved. He shook it off returning with a round house to the perpetrators midsection. He flipped another and finished off the last with a back fist. Six men lay underneath his feet crying at the pain of their injuries. Six? He thought….There was nine.

"JASON!" Sarah shrieked. Two men forcefully subdued her as Bulk brandished a knife against her neck. The fat teen was heavily sweating; he was clearly panicking and was in a state of shock.

"Not a step closer Hero, or I will -" Jason cut him off. Two of the nine attackers brandished a knife, one of them Jason previously crushed and he held the weapon in his hand, a deadly smirk covered his face. And in the flash of a second Jason projected the blade in Bulk's chunky thigh. Dark blood trickled down his pant leg, as Jason rushed in for the attack side kicking him in the face. The last two wannabe villains ran away screaming afraid punishment.

The thudding sound of his heart beat that consumed Jason stopped and tears formed at his eyes. "Sarah are you okay?"

Tears fell from the Red Rangers pupils, she stared at Jason with disbelief unable to fully comprehend what she just witnessed, "Jason…How did you?… I've never….I've never seen you like that before…Never have I seen you fight like that…You changed Jason."

He was in disbelief himself, he looked around his dark eyes growing in size as his brain processed he damage he just had done. Never before had he experienced…such anger. The tears that swelled at his eyes fell, and he noticed his body hurt all over.

"Jason!" Sarah proclaimed, crying even more furiously, "Your hurt!"

That was an understatement the brass knuckles had left some painful bruises on both his body and face. Along with the black in blues he had a cut lip and a bloody nose. With a groan he clenched his side, the knife had cut him to and he felt his blood cover his palm.

"I'll be fine, how are you?" He stroked her hair then placed the hand on her cheek, "Are you okay?"

Sarah stared back into his wet beautiful black orbs. They didn't gaze into each others eyes, they gazed into one and another's souls. Past the pain, and remorse, she saw concern, passion - love. And she knew that her eyes reflected the same. Jason had scared her when he demonstrated that rage, but that animal came out of him for her. Even though he should be in the ER his only concern was her well being.

Her tears streamed across his bruised knuckles and she cupped his firm hand, "Jason," She choked out.

"What," He whispered lost in her soul.

The two spoke at the same time, both saying the only thing that could be said: "I love you."