Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers. Just this story.

A/N: This story was started under my other user name. For various reasons, I had to change my name and password information. I am sorry it took so long for my update. I will not let it go this long ever again. I hope you all still enjoy this story.

Michael Scott entered his house late in the evening. It had been a long, tiring day. He walked into the kitchen and found Karen standing at the stove. Michael slowly walked up to stand behind her, letting his breath out slowly. "How are you holding up," he asked in a quiet voice.

Karen turned quickly, giving him an angry look. "How do you think," she snapped. "My only child was almost shot today. How am I supposed to feel? How is any mother supposed to feel?" She pushed past him, going over to the refrigerator and pulling the door opened aggressively. She stood in front of the open door, her shoulders suddenly sagging as the tears came on strong.

Michael moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her as she started to sob.

Karen turned in his arms, burying her face in his chest as she let her emotions give way to the stress from the past two days.

Michael held her silently, fighting back his own tears as he let her get it out of her system. It was a long time before either of them moved.

Jason cleaned up his gear from his karate class, glad that this day was almost over. He was emotionally and physically drained from this day. He had spent a long time at the police station, giving his statement and trying his best to keep his dad calm. Jason put his towel in his gym bag and closed it, looking up as someone approached him.

Christine walked over to Jason, wanting to give him a piece of her mind. Before she could open her mouth, he spoke, not looking at her.

"Just save it, Chris," Jason said in a low voice. "I don't know what you're thinking, and I really don't care." He put his gym bag over his shoulder, looking up to see the surprised look on her face. "Just leave me alone." Without another word, he pushed past her and headed for the door to the youth center, heading for home and the long overdue talk with his parents.

Christine turned and watched him walk out the door, still too stunned at the way he had spoken to her. She shook her head and headed to the table where Steve was sitting, slamming her books down.

Steve looked up from his work, wondering what was going on. He looked at Christine as she sat down and frowned. "What's wrong with you," he asked.

Christine frowned at him. "Jason," she answered. "He just snapped at me. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind and he just blew me off."

Steve sighed, putting his pencil down and looking at her. "Leave him alone, Chris," he said. "He's had a really bad day."

Christine looked at him, surprised at his attitude. "And I haven't," she asked. "I was humiliated by him and your still standing up for him. What's that all about? How can you still be friends with him anyway?"

Steve closed his books, feeling his anger come on. "I'm friends with Jason because I want to be," he snapped. "He was friends with my little brother before me. Jason risked his life defending my little brother when he as attacked by Gary and two of his friends. Because he did that, Gary tried to kill him this afternoon after school. Stuck a gun in his side and was going to shoot him before Bulk stopped it." He put his books in his backpack and stood up, giving her another angry look. "Jason is a great person, one I'm proud to call my friend. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should find another partner for your history project. I'm not going to stop being Jason's friend. Period!" Steve grabbed his backpack and left without another glance at her.

Christine jumped up and followed Steve, leaving her books behind. She caught up with him just outside the youth center, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Wait a minute," she asked as he turned to face her. "What are you talking about? Gary tried to shoot Jason?"

Steve let out a little sigh, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the sidewalk. "I think you need to hear the whole story," he whispered. "Let's get your things and take a walk. This is going to take some time."

Goldar stood in the park, watching Jason walk towards his home with hate glowing in his eyes. "I don't think you'll like what you find once you get home, Jason," he snarled. "You took what I love and now I'm going to do the same to you." He disappeared in a flash of gold light, going to put his plan for revenge into motion.

Michael and Karen were just finished making supper when a bright light filled the kitchen. Before either of them could react, putties appeared, surrounding them. The putties grabbed a hold of them as Goldar appeared before them.

Goldar looked at Jason's parents, waving his sword in front of them. "The two of you are just the bait I need to lure Jason into a trap," he snarled. He swung his sword, cutting Micheal's arm and letting his blood drip onto the floor. "That should be enough to get his attention. Take them away."

The putties teleported away, taking Michael and Karen with them.

Goldar dropped his note, leaving it lying on the floor and then disappeared.

Jason walked into his house, closing the door behind him and throwing his gym bag onto the floor. He walked towards the kitchen, wondering why it was so quiet. "Mom, dad," he called. "Are you here?" Jason entered the kitchen, seeing the table set with the food but no one in sight. His eyes spotted the blood on the floor along with Goldar's note and he rushed over to it. Jason picked up the note, opening it and reading it. A slow, burning anger started to build in him as he read the words. Jason shoved the note into his pocket, then pressed the button on his communicator, teleporting to the command center.

Goldar looked at Michael and Karen as the putties shoved them into the cell, hidden deep inside a cave.

"Putties, leave us," he snarled after they had locked the cage. "The rest of this is personal." He looked at Jason's parents, grinning savagely at them. "I have a feeling that Jason will be here soon."

Michael glared at Goldar, holding his bleeding left arm. "If you harm him, I swear I will hunt you down and kill you."

Goldar let out an evil laugh. "I have a feeling that you'll be too busy just keeping yourselves alive," he growled, pointing with his sword behind them. "Not only will I get rid of Jason, but you two as well."

Michael and Karen looked behind them, not liking what they saw. The floor of the cave, near the back of the cell, was slowly starting to glow. Michael looked and saw a small crack forming as smoke started to wisp out it. He put his arm around Karen's shoulders as the smoke slowly became thicker.

Goldar laughed again, turning their attention back to him. "I would stay and watch the fun, but I've

got to prepare for your son's arrival." He turned and walked away from them, laughing as he went.

Alpha looked up in surprise as Jason arrived at the command center. "Jason," he greeted. "What are you doing here?"

Jason pulled the note out of his pocket, walking over to Zordon's tube. "Goldar has my parents," he hissed. "He left me a note telling me that if I don't come to him alone, he'll kill them."

Zordon looked down at Jason, seeing the anger in his eyes. "Jason, calm down," he ordered. "We'll do

everything we can to help you."

Jason shook his head and slammed his fist down on the counter. "I'm not asking for your help," he snapped. "I just want you to find where my parents are and leave the rest to me."

Zordon shook his head. He could practically feel the anger coming off Jason in waves. "You must calm down, Jason," he said again. "Letting your anger take control will not help your parents in any way. Alpha, begin a scan for Jason's parents, quickly." He looked back to Jason as Alpha began to push buttons, activating the scanners. "I'll contact the rest of the rangers to come help you."

"No," Jason snapped. "I need to do this on my own."

Zordon shook his head. "You'd just be walking into a trap, Jason. I don't think that would be a good idea."

Jason shook his head. "Trap or no trap, I have to go after them. If I don't, Goldar will kill them for sure."

Zordon studied Jason for a few seconds, then sighed slightly. "All right, Jason," he finally agreed. "What exactly do you need from us?"

"Just let me handle this own my own, Zordon," Jason said, calming down a little.

"I still don't think that would be a good idea, Jason," Zordon answered.

"No offense Zordon, but I don't care what you think."

Zordon looked at Jason, wanting to say more but stopping himself. He just let out a deep breath and turned to Alpha.

"Let me know when you've found them, Alpha," he said, keeping his own answer in check. "We'll do want Jason wants."

A/N: That's the end of this one. Let me know what you think.