Disclaimer: It's true i own power Rangers... oh wait no, im just a 17 year old kid in England and not a multi national Tv company... its so easy to confuse me with Saban, or Disney or whoever owns Power Rangers now!
A/N Thanks to all reviewers, as was suggested the changes in perspective are now clearly marked, by a page break line thingy...
A flash of light covered Angel Grove Park, causing the little metal man that was Alpha 5 to panic again. "Zordon!" it screamed worriedly, "Another monster is attacking Angel Grove Park."
"Really?" asked Zordon sounding surprised, "I'd have thought it was about time Rita sent a monster to Down Town Angel Grove: she usually alternates between the two."
Alpha paused for a moment; unsure of how to react to this unusual statement, before deciding to react the same way he always did.
"Ayaiaiaia," cried the robot.
Zordon sighed; "Contact the Rangers, tell them Rita has sent another monster."
"Go to your room; you're in trouble." His father had practically spat the words: he genuinely believed that he was taking drugs. He couldn't believe it. For a moment he didn't move, unsure of whether to try to defend himself more: argue more with his family, or whether just to do what his father said and wait for it all to blow over.
Looking his father straight in the eyes, he could see the betrayal in them, the hurt that this was causing him and Jason knew he should leave it; even if that meant allowing his father to believe he was on drugs.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
'No' he thought, 'not now. Not again.'
"You can hand that over as well," said Mr Scott, "this isn't the time for contacting your friends."
Sighing, the ranger turned and ran out of the house with only a "Sorry Dad," as explanation.
"I think you should go after him," came the quiet voice of Mrs Scott.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
The sound echoed around the room as Zach and his family ate their meal.
"Perhaps you should hand that over Zach," said his father calmly, "we don't want to you contacting your friends tonight. You are grounded remember."
Casting a hopeless glance toward his mother he tried to think of an excuse to keep his communicator and leave, "Mom," he began, "I have to go. Its… er… Billy. We're supposed to be doing a science project together."
That seemed a safe explanation, Billy and Science went together easily and it implied the prospect of an A, it might be enough to convince them.
"Call him," responded his mother, "tell him you need to reschedule."
"It's due tomorrow," replied Zach thinking quickly.
"Then you shouldn't have left it so late."
Unsure of what to do now, he handed over his communicator (thank god it was too confusing for his parents to work) and walked to the phone. Pretending to dial Billy's number he hoped that the others could get out more easily.
Tommy approached the door of his adopted family nervously. He was glad he'd already told his parents of special study session with one of his martial arts students: they couldn't complain about him being late at least. They could complain about him skipping school, dropping grades, and whatever else the principal had reported to them. It was ironic, he mused, that whilst he'd been evilly assisting Rita's world domination attempts no one had so much as questioned his whereabouts, but now he was saving the world everyone became suspicious of him. The world was just a strange place.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
Turning round before he let himself in he answered the call. 'A monster is attacking angel Grove park?' he thought, 'how unusual.' Oh well: getting into trouble would have to wait.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
Trini frowned as she trotted out of the dining room. Her communicator was going off again, how many more monsters was Rita going to throw at them? Surely she must have got the hint by now: it was not working! She might as well just send putties for the power the monsters had now! Walking in to explain to her parents that she'd left a book at Kim's she ran out again before they could object.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
"Is that him?" asked her mother, " Is that him contacting you?"
"No," replied the pink ranger honestly, " I doubt it is."
"Hand that to me."
"What?"
"Hand it to me. I'm going to answer it."
"You're going to what?" she practically shrieked.
"I'm going to answer it, and give this Tommy a piece of my mind."
"No you're not," the desperation clearly detectable in the teens voice, " please don't. I'll hand it over, but just don't try to use it."
Taking it out of her daughter's hands she nodded in agreement, "you'll get this back when, and only when, I deem to give it."
"You have no idea what you've done," muttered the pink ranger sadly.
"I've done what's best for my daughter."
"No mom," responded the girl quietly, "you haven't."
He knew she was right, he didn't want to admit it but he knew it was true. Quickly deciding his pride was of less value than the relationship with his son he darted out after him. He was quite a way behind, man his son could run, and just saw him disappear round a corner into a little alley and… stop? Perhaps he should have yelled or announced his presence but he couldn't bring himself to do it: his son was clearly working to some purpose and besides he didn't want to startle him. He came close enough to hear that damn communicator of his to go off again, did hid friends never leave him alone? Also, did it have to be that loud? He could hear the tone from here, but he couldn't hear what his son said to it. Approaching more slowly, unsure of what to say, he saw… no? He had to be seeing things. His son hadn't just disappeared in a beam of red light, red light that looked suspiciously like the red power ranger's teleportation beam, because that wasn't possible. And even if he had, that didn't mean his son was a power ranger, and that really wasn't possible. Not at all possible- was it? He wasn't sure anymore, all this skipping school it would explain it, but… He needed to investigate more, maybe check to see if his sons' absences coincided with ranger battles. Hell maybe even just wait to see if there was one on tonight.