Neither Calvin nor Hayley were too sure why RedBot had sent them to find Mick and Sarah. The robot didn't say much, just that all the Rangers needed to be there just in case. However, when they arrived and found Sarah ready to beat Mick to a pulp, Calvin was glad RedBot had made the call. He could pull Sarah away from Mick before she did much damage, and especially before she did anything she couldn't take back.

Now, they had been tasked with getting her home. It sounded much easier than it was. Sarah wasn't ready to walk away from Mick without a fight. Calvin barely got her down the street before he was too tired and had to set her down. Almost as soon as her feet touched the ground, she tried running.

Fortunately, Hayley stepped up, standing in the way of the pink Ranger while Calvin continued to hold on. He tightened his hold around Sarah, both for Mick's protection and Sarah's comfort.

"You have to stop," Hayley stated to Sarah firmly and Calvin recognized her tone immediately. Hayley was practicing tough love. He couldn't argue against Sarah needing it. She was small but mighty, and Calvin wasn't sure he would be able to hold her for much longer. Right now, it was a battle of wills. He was glad he had Hayley by his side.

"He killed my father," Sarah seethed, but Hayley remained calm and shook her head.

"We can talk about that…"

"I don't want to talk," Sarah growled. "I want to pound his smug little face into the ground! Let me go, Calvin!"

"That's not an option right now," Hayley said. "And you need to calm down."

"He killed my dad!" Sarah shouted and Calvin felt his grip slip for just a moment. He looked to his girlfriend.

"Work a little faster, alright," he suggested. "This isn't exactly the most pleasurable hug, you know."

Hayley nodded slightly and looked to Sarah, "Calvin and I will hear you out. We're not taking sides here, but we aren't going to let you beat into Mick without knowing why. You calm down, talk to us rationally, and we'll see where we need to take it from there."

"He killed my father!" Sarah shouted. "He let him die! Let me go! Don't fucking touch me!"

"Sarah, Mick was nowhere near your dad when he died," Calvin tried to remind her, but Sarah shook her head. She grabbed Calvin's arms and tried to rip them away, but he refused to let go, even when her nails dug into his skin.

"He was!"

"He was in the base with you!"

"And he was there!" Sarah screamed.

"You had clones of Mick?"

"We went back in time! We could have saved him but Mick let him die! That greasy haired bastard killed my father!"

"You went back in time?" Hayley looked to Calvin curiously. He barely managed a shrug.

"Not the time, Hayls. Let's ask those kinds of questions later, alright?"

Hayley nodded, "Alright so… did you see Mick… kill your dad?"

"I was looking for the fucking time machine!" Sarah shouted. "He was supposed to watch him!"

"Time machine?" Hayley looked to Calvin again and he shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. You know, hoverboards, clones, times machines; let's keep this moving before I lose an arm or worse."

"Sorry," Hayley whispered to him and focused on Sarah again, "So, you didn't see what happened?"

"He killed my father!" Sarah screamed and this time, instead of trying to pull free, she jabbed her elbow into Calvin's rib. He let out a painful cry, but he didn't let go. Hayley made a note to thank him profusely afterwards for his efforts and did realise that he was taking the beating intended for Mick. Part of her wanted to give Calvin permission to let Sarah go, both to spare him the extra bruises and because this was doing nothing to help calm the pink Ranger. However, she was still very worried that the moment Sarah was free, she would go after Mick and hurt him, or one of the other teammates.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Calvin told her, with more confidence in his voice than on his face, but he had to appear stronger than Sarah. He had to make her think that he could easily outlast her. If she thought she would wear him out, she wouldn't stop fighting until she did.

"You're sure about this?" Hayley asked. "You're absolutely sure it was Mick, not Galvanax, who killed your father."

"He let him die."

"Mick did?"

"I'm going to kill him," Sarah growled as she continued to fight against Calvin's hold. As she did, the top of her head smashed into the bottom of his jaw. That, as well as the scratches on his arm, was enough to finally cause his hold to break and as Calvin nursed the pain in his face and arms, Sarah bolted.

"Go! Go!" Calvin shouted to Hayley, who he knew would be torn between checking up on him and going after Sarah. He would be fine, nothing a little ice and time wouldn't fix, so he had to tell her to choose Sarah.

"I'm sorry," Hayley said before she ran after the pink Ranger. She hoped this would be the one time she could find it in herself to outrun Sarah.

She didn't need to. Just as she turned the street, she heard tires screeching. She came around the corner, finding a car had stopped in the crosswalk and Sarah on the ground. The driver hurried out, looking to Sarah with worry.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I… I didn't see you there! I'm so sorry!"

Hayley rushed over, coming to Sarah's side. She looked to the driver, "911 please."

"I didn't see her. I'm so sorry!"

"Trust me, you did her a huge favour," Hayley said. "Just call 911, please."

The driver nodded and frantically stepped away to make the call while Hayley looked to Sarah, "Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"I want to go home," Sarah muttered. Hayley nodded.

"I know. We'll get you checked out first, just in case, and then we'll take you home."

"What happened?" Calvin cried out as he arrived and knelt with Sarah and Hayley.

"Deus ex machina."

"I don't speak Spanish, Hayls," Calvin groaned. "Is she okay?"

"Latin, and I think so," Hayley looked to Sarah once more. She was slightly worried that Sarah wasn't trying to get up and run off, when just moments before she had to be physically restrained to keep from doing so, but her teammate was conscious and alert. It had to be a good sign. So Hayley's attention shifted to Calvin as she noticed all the scratches that tore up his arm and the redness along the side of his jaw, "You?"

"Kinda wishing the car hit her a little earlier," Calvin chuckled, "but I'll be fine."

"Maybe you should get an X-Ray too while we're at the hospital?"

"I'm fine," Calvin insisted. "A bruise, nothing more. She's got a hard head, but it's not bone breaking tough."

"Humour me?"

"Fine," Calvin nodded. "I'll let a doctor look at it."