Summary: They have fought aliens trying to invade their planet, they have travelled the universe. Now, they are facing a new and dangerous adventure: College.

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Power Rangers In… College

Carlos

"What is real?"

"What kind of a question is that?" A girl piped up, her voice demanding and ditzy.

"Who knows - maybe you're not here so I don't have to answer." The teacher replied, leaning against her desk, looking and sounding for all her worth like a well-dressed mental asylum patient.

"But I am here so you have to." The girl replied, her voice tapering off into confusion.

"How can you be so sure? Maybe you're just a fragment of my imagination." The teacher answered, unfazed.

"Well, the others can see me and touch me, so therefore I'm real." The girl concluded smugly.

"Who says they aren't fragments of my imagination too?" she replied lightly before turning away, signalling that this conversation was over.

The girl had no answer to that and Carlos lightly shook his head, turning back to the paper before of him. Small soccer balls had been doodled all over it. The sun was shining brightly outside and he'd rather be out playing soccer with some friends than be cupped up in this smelly old classroom.

Philosophy really wasn't his thing, but his ex-girlfriend had talked him into it. She had dropped it the moment they had broken up and was now probably enjoying a free period. He silently cursed her, because he couldn't drop it too.

His only consolation was that his friends were sealed into smelly classrooms too, probably being annoyed by the stupidity of their fellow students. The answer to the question was so simple, it was almost touchable. He wished it were so he could beat the stupid girl down.

For a moment he wondered why his Karovan friends had been so stupid to sign up for college too, thought the answer came to him very easily. Karone wanted to learn how to be Karone and decided being surrounded by more people than just them may help. Zhane thought it was fun and for him, it actually might be too. He'd hit it off with everyone right away and the teachers seemed to love him. And Andros… the stripy-haired former ranger just wanted to be with Ashley as much as possible.

"Mister Valerte, since you seem so interested by staring off into nothingness. Would you mind telling us why you think you are real?" The teacher's voice snapped him out of his daze.

"I might not be real and my senses might be playing tricks on me when I hurt myself." Carlos replied.

"Very well, if that's what you think." The teacher sighed.

"But…" Carlos interrupted before she could point out someone else. "I think, and quoting a brilliant mind; therefore I am. Now you might all be fragments of my imagination and the world might not be at all what I see, but I still think, so I am real."

"Well, Mr. Valerte, I never thought you actually had the brains to solve that little puzzle, but you are right. You can never say others are or aren't real, but by thinking you can conclude you are. Congratulations." She said simply, a pleased smile creasing her face.

At that moment the bell rang and Carlos quickly got up, pushing the sheet of paper into his bag and taking out his soccer ball. There would be a whole hour for lunch and if he hurried to the courtyard, he might get some workout before being locked up in a classroom again.

A/N: And here's another one. Hope you liked it. Next up we'll visit TJ. Review!