Disclaimer: i still don't own, what a surprise.
A/N: thank you to those of you who reviewed, i really appreciate it.
" You will be there tomorrow," said Mrs Taylor forcefully, " after attending a full day of school."
Zach nodded.
"You will not go out with your friends tonight," she continued, "nor any night in the future until this is sorted out."
He moved to speak, but was cut off, "I know it seems harsh, but its for your own good. Last week you came home with a bruise the size of Alaska on your arm-yes I saw- your grades are dropping; you look stressed all the time." She paused lovingly, "I'm not angry; I'm worried."
He looked at her sceptically, "well I'm not just angry."
Sighing she looked at him sadly, "you could just talk to me about it now and we could help you: your father and I."
"I, I'm sorry," he said slowly, " I just can't." A moment later he was smiling brightly and dancing his way across to the kitchen, " so whats for tea?"
His mother laughed slightly, 'always dancing that boy; even when he's in trouble.'
"But Dad!" yelled Jason, "Why can't you just believe me?"
"Maybe," responded the elder, "because you haven't done much lately to make yourself trust worthy."
"I'm your son!" he yelled, "and I'm telling you that what I'm doing I have to do! It's important!"
"More important than school? So important that it has to be done when you should be there, but not important enough to interrupt your time with you friends?"
"DAD! I can't explain, there are just some things I have to do, and I have to do them when I have to do them!"
"Well that's not good enough!"
Feeling his anger build up inside, Jason wished for a monster to fight. He never thought he'd do that, but anything to get out of this situation and to give him something to take his anger out on, something to hit. Short of a monster he decided to target the wall next to him; hitting it hard his fist went right through though he felt little pain.
His dad's eyes widened, "you shouldn't have been able to do that," he said; "these walls are sturdy. I can't see how you managed that!"
Jason's mother looked at the two of them, then closed her eyes in despair; "its drugs isn't it?" she said quietly, "I knew it; from the moment you started skipping school."
Jason felt his insides sag, it wasn't the wall that bothered him; he was strong and stressed; it was the fact he had made things so much worse.
"WELL?" yelled his father, "are on drugs?"
"No," he said firmly.
"Explain that then…"
"I work out."
His father sighed. " Go to your room, your in trouble."
"She's ready," said the craftsman with a sly little smile, adding in his mind a little more, 'she's perfect.'
"She?" asked the witch, "your monster is female?"
"Yes mistress."
"Good," she snapped, "maybe it'll be successful for once; everyone knows women are better fighters," she paused thoughtfully, "in fact we're better at everything."
"Yes mistress," he agreed grudgingly, as the monster emerged from the machine, "may I introduce Lady Victory." In front of the empress stood a tall attractive being, who looked almost human apart from the fact her skin was pale blue. Dressed in heavy looking armour, that if she had been human the creature would have had no chance of supporting, she stood smiling sweetly towards Rita.
"Lady victory?" mocked the witch, "she'd better live up to her name. She doesn't look anything special now."
"Ah," said the monster maker mysteriously, " but appearances can be deceiving."
"What do you mean?"
Trini sat at the table in silence, as did her mother and father. Eating her meal slowly she wondered if they would say anything about tomorrow, or leave it until then.
As she took a bite from her salad, she could feel her fathers look on her.
"Trini…" began her mother looking at her daughter, but said no more, unable to think of a way to end that sentence.
The ranger just stared more closely at her food, unwilling to think about her parents' disappointment.
"I'm not hungry," she said quietly, "may I be excused?"
"Its that boy isn't it," snapped Ms Hart, "it all started when he arrived."
"I…" began Kimberly.
"No," she snapped again, "I don't want to hear it! Just tell me what he's gotten you into."
"Nothing," said Kimberly with more confidence than she felt.
"Kim; I'm not angry with you. You're young and attractive, and boys, well they can be persuasive. I know it's not your fault."
Kimberly felt her insides sag, her mother was going to blame all of this on Tommy. She wasn't sure what it was her mother was blaming on Tommy, since she highly doubted her mother had discovered her secret life as a power ranger, but whatever her mother was thinking it wasn't good.
"Mom! I haven't done anything wrong!"
" I know you haven't…"
"He hasn't either! Nor have any of my friends!"
This, all things considered was probably a lie, concluded Kim; even if you didn't count skipping school as wrong, she doubted she'd find anyone of the opinion that Tommy's attempt at world domination thanks to Rita's spell was right.
"Billy," asked his father unsurely; disciplining his son was not something he'd had to do much of, " I er…" With that he gave up and said, "If you ever want to talk you know you can come to me," and silently cursed himself for being so happy with his life this afternoon.
TBC.