A small flash of light caught Jason's attention and he glanced up from his computer. Seeing what had just dropped onto his desk, he frowned and reached over. It was another letter.

"Just great," he muttered, sticking it straight into his shredder. "Can't they take a hint? I thought not answering the first time would get the point across."

Shaking his head, he went back to what he was working on.

"Jason!" Trini shouted from upstairs. "Jason, get up here!"

Looking up, Jason frowned again. Trini sounded upset about something. Standing up from his desk, he headed up the stairs. He found Trini standing in the living room, looking at something in her hands.

"Trini, what's wrong?" Jason asked, walking toward her.

She spun. Seeing him, she held out what she was holding. It looked extremely familiar. Jason's eyes narrowed as he took the envelope from her. But this one wasn't addressed to him or to the Mighty Morphin' team. This letter was specifically addressed to the original Mighty Morphin' Yellow.

"Why would they send me one?" Trini asked anxiously, glancing back to where Mark and Rose were playing on the floor. "What if Mark had seen it?"

Jason shook his head.

"I don't know," he muttered. "But apparently they didn't take the hint."

"Jason, just answer them, then," Trini pleaded. "Tell them you don't want to see them—or meet with them and figure this out. They can't know that the letters will appear anywhere or maybe they'd stop, but they can't even try a different way because they don't know who we are. You have to talk to them."

"It's not happening," he said shortly. "If they want to talk to me, then they can call me. These letters are not the way to get back on my good side."

"Jason," Trini sighed. "They don't know who you are. All they know is their brother is mad at them. They don't know the red ranger is, too."

He just shook his head.

"I'm getting rid of this," Jason growled, turning to head back downstairs. "And then I'm calling the others. They've got to know they might get one, too, if they haven't already."

"I just sent out the next round of letters," Chip announced, walking into the Rock Porium. "We get anything in the mail?"

His teammates looked up from their tasks briefly, shaking their heads. The shop was fairly busy that afternoon, so Chip had slipped out to send the letters himself instead of them doing it as a group. It had been three months since they received the Zeo letter and there hadn't been anything else. They'd sent individual letters to each of the original rangers that day, planning to send more as time went along. So, when they hadn't heard anything else a month later, they'd sent another round. And now that another month had passed and they were partway through April without a response from any other team, they were sending another one.

"Haven't had time to check the mail," Xander said. "And Toby is out today, so he hasn't grabbed it. Can you check in the back for me?"

Nodding, Chip grabbed the list of albums Xander held out to him and darted toward the back. Soon he had lost himself in work with everyone else. By the time the rush died down, there shift was just about over. Leelee and Phineas came in, talking excitedly about the movie they had just been to.

"So did you hear anything?" Phineas asked, looking at the rangers.

"Nothing yet," Nick said, shaking his head. "But we're going to keep trying."

"I can't believe you guys are still trying," Leelee said. "I mean, I know you want to meet them and all, but it's been months since you've gotten anything. Why not just leave it alone?"

"Because we're part of that legacy now," Vida answered, leaning on the counter. "We've earned the right."

"Yep," Nick agreed, tossing Leelee the keys. "You two are closing tonight. We've got a session with Clare and Udonna on potion making. Good luck."

Leelee caught the keys, pocketing them as the five rangers headed out and toward the forest. Chip stopped at the mailbox as they passed and went through it quickly, not expecting anything that wasn't for Toby or the shop. So he was surprised to actually find a letter addressed to Mystic Force.

"Are you coming, Chip?" Vida asked expectantly, looking at him.

He stuck the rest of the mail back in the box for Leelee or Phineas to grab before they locked up and turned. The others were waiting a short ways down the sidewalk, watching him.

"We got a letter," he said, holding it up.

All four of them looked at it in surprise.

"Who's it from?" Madison asked. "Is it from him?"

Flipping over the letter, Chip shook his head as he looked at the seal.

"No…" he sighed. "It's from the Space Rangers."

"Took them long enough," Xander snorted.

"Come on, guys," Nick said, jerking his head toward the forest. "We can read it on the way. Mom won't be happy if we're late—again."

Nodding, Chip hurried to catch up and they all started walking again. He began opening the letter as they walked, trying to stay close to his teammates in an attempt to avoid tripping over something as he walked and read.

"Read it out loud, Chip," Vida said, glancing over her shoulder. "What does it say?"

Taking a deep breath, he started reading.

"To the rangers of Mystic Force," he read. "First of all, we would like to apologize for the delay in our response. Your letter was mixed up in some fan mail that we unfortunately have not had the opportunity to sort through until now. However, as sorry as we may be for the delay, this response will be the only one you receive from us for the time being. As we are sure you have heard from other teams, we will not act on your request until you have met with the original Mighty Morphin' Red. Though our identities are already known, we will not risk further compromising the identities of our fellow rangers. Therefore, we recommend that you wait for a response from him before you take further action. So, until we have further news on his decision, this will be our last communication with you. However, should you find yourself in an emergency situation that you cannot handle on your own, please do not hesitate to contact the rangers in any way you can. Remember, you don't have to send him letters. You have other means of contacting him if you just make the effort—we're sure he'll answer if you try hard enough. We're sure we'll see you soon enough. The Power protect you. Space Red."

By the time Chip had finished reading, they had reached Rootcore.

"So, how else are we supposed to contact him?" Vida commented. "Pick up a phone and call him? I'm pretty sure we don't just have his number lying around somewhere—it's not like one of them gave it to us."

The others shrugged.

"Who knows?" Xander said. "We can worry about it later. Let's get inside before Udonna can lecture us about being late."

Chip stuck the letter back in the envelope and they headed inside.

"No, I don't know how to make them stop," Jason snapped in exasperation. "If I did I would have done it already."

He grimaced as he listened to Kim on the other end of the line. They had all just received another letter—the second one in a week. It was June, now, and it had been nearly five months since the first round of letters appeared to all of the reds, but now the only ones still getting letters were the members of the original Mighty Morphin' teams.

"Oh, you can make them stop," she snapped back. "You just don't want to. But if you don't do something about it soon, we're going over your head and you won't like the consequences."

Jason sighed.

"What consequences?" he said wearily, rubbing a hand over his face.

She was the last of the rangers to have called—all in the hour since the letters had appeared and all of them extremely agitated about getting letters two days in a row. He was just grateful that there were no classes at the dojo that morning so he could handle the calls in private.

"I'm going to hurt them," she snarled. "I can't keep getting these letters, Jason. Someone is going to see them and I'm going to hunt them down and hurt them."

"At this point, I really wouldn't argue with that," Jason muttered. "But you are not allowed near Briarwood, remember? I haven't changed that."

"One more letter and you won't have a choice," she retorted. "Your sisters and their friends won't know what hit them."

"Kim, I swear," Jason growled. "If you go anywhere near Briarwood I'm going to find you and—"

"And what, Jason?" Kim interrupted. "Just what are you going to do? We listen to you and follow you out of respect for your color and position, not because it's required. You can't make us do what you want. And I'm warning you now—if you can't get those kids under control, I am going to do it myself whether you like it or not."

"Kim," Jason tried again.

"Just do something about it," she hissed.

The phone line went dead. Kim had hung up on him.

"Great," he muttered, dropping his phone on the desk and rubbing a hand across his forehead. "Just great. Why can't those kids just let it go?"

Groaning, he leaned back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling, half tempted to turn off his phone before anyone else could call him. But the only one he hadn't spoken to was Trini. He didn't expect her to call, though he did expect to hear about it when he got home. Sighing, Jason straightened up and woke up his computer to try and get some work done before afternoon classes. Then his phone started ringing again.

"Just great," he muttered.

Picking it up, he didn't look at the caller ID before answering.

"What?" he snapped.

"Alright, so apparently this was a bad time to call," an extremely familiar voice commented. "Guess I'll call back later—"

"Don't you dare hang up, Tommy," Jason growled. "Or I will come hunt you down."

On the other end of the line, Tommy chuckled.

"Ok, relax, Jase," he said. "I won't hang up. Now what's going on?"

Jason sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"What isn't going on?" Jason muttered in response. "How about my sisters and their friends are in way over their heads, everyone here is freaking out, and Kim just threatened me from several states away?"

"Oh, so things are fairly normal then," Tommy commented.

Jason glared even though he knew Tommy couldn't see.

"So why have you suddenly decided you're talking to me again?" Jason asked abruptly, changing the subject. "You haven't spoken to me in almost six months and suddenly you're calling again. Why the change?"

Tommy sighed.

"Rex, I'm sorry," he said. "It wasn't intentional. Well, not after a while. But then it always just seemed the wrong time to call…"

"Mmm hmm…" Jason said doubtfully. "So does that mean you're going to tell me why you ran?"

There was a pause.

"No, Jason, it doesn't," Tommy finally answered. "Not now. How are Mark and Rose doing?"

Letting it go for the moment, Jason answered the question and soon they were talking as though the six months of silence had never happened. Jason caught Tommy up on what had been going on in Angel Grove while Tommy told him, albeit briefly, about how his dig was going. He didn't bother going into too much detail. He knew Jason would listen, but Tommy also that the first red ranger wasn't that interested in the specifics of what Tommy had found.

"Speaking of kids," Jason said a while later. "You need to control yours."

Tommy had just been asking about how Mark's karate classes were going. Now he hesitated, not entirely sure what Jason meant.

"Umm… Jase?" he said. "There's not really a whole lot I can do until they're born."

"Not those kids—wait, what?" Jason frowned. "Tommy, you're only having one and, unless you've been hiding another kid from me all these years, you don't have any other kids. I was talking about your team."

"Right," Tommy said. "On the same page now. But didn't Hayley tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Jason grumbled. "Every time I talk to your wife it turns into her yelling at me for one reason or another. Pretty sure she's afraid she's going to tell us something you don't want her to."

"I guess she didn't, then," Tommy muttered, sighing. "Jase, we're having twins."

Jason didn't answer right away, momentarily frozen in shock.

"You're having—what?" Jason sputtered.

"Twins," Tommy repeated. "We're having twins."

Jason burst out laughing.

"Oh man," he laughed. "That is great. How did you take that news?"

"Better than Hayley expected me to, I think," Tommy answered. "We know it's going to be a lot more work, but we're both excited."

"Your house is going to be crazy after they're born," Jason chuckled. "I suppose I should tell everyone else?"

"May as well," Tommy said. "I thought they knew already."

"Oh, don't worry," he said. "They'll know. When I decide to talk to them again because, frankly, I'm done talking to them for the day."

Both men fell silent for a moment as their conversation returned to a more serious note. Tommy sighed.

"Hey Jase?" he said.

"Yeah?"

"I owe you an apology," said Tommy.

Jason frowned.

"For what?" he asked.

Tommy took a deep breath.

"I may have encouraged your sisters to continue trying to talk to you," Tommy mumbled.

"What?" Jason growled, straightening up.

"I didn't know they'd take the letters this far," Tommy said quickly. "I was just trying to encourage them to fix things with you. I was actually hoping they'd just call you."

Jason grimaced, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

"Tommy, they don't know who I am," he said shortly. "They don't know who any of us are—except you. And I'm pretty sure they don't have the full story on you, either."

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Well, that changes a few things," Tommy muttered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you haven't been talking to me," Jason snapped. "And, like I said earlier, Hayley doesn't exactly hold coherent conversations with me right now. I can't get a straight answer out of her for anything and she never stays on the phone long enough for me to explain anything."

"I know, Jase, and I'm sorry," Tommy said. "This wasn't how I wanted things to happen…"

"You still haven't told me what happened," Jason pointed out.

"And I'm not going to," Tommy retorted.

"Tommy, c'mon," Jason started to argue.

"Don't make me hang up on you, bro," Tommy warned.

"Okay, okay," Jason said quickly, backing off. "Don't hang up."

Both were silent for a moment.

"Jase, you've got to call your sisters," Tommy said quietly. "You can't ignore them forever."

"Watch me," Jason growled. "They are way out of line."

"And they have no idea," Tommy pointed out. "Jason, you just said it yourself—they don't know anything about you or the others. None of them have any idea of what they've actually done."

"Doesn't matter," Jason said stubbornly. "What they did was wrong no matter what they thought they knew—they never gave you a chance to explain anything."

"They have every right to be—" Tommy started to say.

"Don't say it," Jason interrupted. "They have no right—"

"Yes, they do, Jason," Tommy snapped back. "They have every right to be afraid of me. I remember what I did when they were little and so do they. And that's all they remember."

"But none of that was your fault," Jason argued.

"I didn't say it was," Tommy retorted. "But they don't know that and they won't until you talk to them."

Jason muttered under his breath and Tommy sighed.

"Rex, they're your sisters and you miss them," he said. "You can't deny that."

"Wanna bet?" Jason muttered.

"You miss them," Tommy repeated. "So call them and work this out. They need to understand what's going on—before they out someone with one of those letters."

"There's no point," Jason sighed. "Yeah, sure. I miss them. But they don't want anything to do with me. They've made that clear. Neither one of them has bothered calling me all this time and the one time I've seen them since I went to Briarwood all they could do was hurl accusations at me."

"They're mad," Tommy said. "You took my side instead of theirs—"

"Because they were wrong."

"Again, they don't realize that," Tommy continued. "The point is, they think you betrayed them and they don't know what to do. Call them, Jase. I'm not saying apologize, but talk to them. Meet with them and explain everything. Tell them who you are and fix things with them."

Jason took a deep breath.

"I don't know, Falcon," he said, shaking his head as he rubbed a hand over his face. "How do I even know they'll answer?"

"You don't," Tommy said quietly. "But you've got to try. And, if they don't answer or won't talk to you, at least you can say that you did try. After that, everything is on them."

"I don't know," Jason said doubtfully.

Tommy yawned.

"You've got to try," he said again. "Because those letters have to stop soon. It's not hard for me to hide them—considering I'm currently confined to my tent—but who knows where you or any of the others might be when the next one shows up."

"Yeah, I know," Jason muttered darkly.

He paused, frowning as what Tommy said registered.

"Confined to your tent?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…" Tommy sighed. "It's difficult moving around right now, so Anton has me doing work that keeps me sitting down in the tent. Not that I mind that much. It's easier to examine our finds in the privacy of my tent without people constantly interrupting to ask questions. It would still be nice to actually be out and around the dig site, though."

"Tommy, what are you talking about?" Jason asked.

"Oh, umm…" Tommy said. "I'm guessing Hayley didn't tell you this either."

"Tell me what?" Jason asked suspiciously, frowning.

"I may have sprained my ankle rather badly," Tommy muttered in answer.

Jason rolled his eyes.

"What did you do?" he sighed.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault," Tommy protested. "Part of the dig site collapsed underneath me and I didn't get out of the way fast enough. So I got caught in the collapse…I'm fine though. It's just my ankle."

Jason snorted.

"It would be you it collapsed under," he said, shaking his head. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," Tommy said again. "It's more inconvenient than anything else…"

He paused, yawning again.

"Anyways," he said. "Call your sisters."

"Tommy, what time is it there?" Jason frowned.

"Umm…3am," Tommy answered.

"Then why are you still up?" Jason said, shaking his head again.

"Because I didn't think you'd appreciate me calling you at my lunchtime," Tommy yawned.

Pausing, Jason thought about it and then nodded.

"No, I don't think I would have," he agreed. "And I'll think about it."

"Jason, call them," Tommy insisted. "You know Maddy has to want to talk to you. And V may be stubborn as you are, but I'll bet you anything she misses you, too."

"Alright, alright," Jason relented. "I'll call them. I still don't think it's going to do any good, but I'll call them."

"Good," Tommy mumbled. "I'll tell Hayley that."

"Why are you telling your wife?" Jason asked.

"Because she'll make sure you do," Tommy said.

"You shouldn't be asking her to spy on me," Jason frowned.

"Don't have to ask," Tommy yawned. "She'll do it anyways."

"Go to sleep, Tommy," Jason grumbled. "I'll let you know how the conversation goes if they answer—if you'll answer your phone, that is."

"I'll answer if I'm not working or sleeping," Tommy promised. "Now go call them."

"Goodnight, Falcon," Jason said, rolling his eyes.

"Night, Rex," Tommy yawned. "Try not to be too mad at them."

Shaking his head, Jason hung up the phone and set it down on his desk. Sighing, he leaned back to stare up at the ceiling again as he tried to convince himself to pick the phone back up and call his sisters. His phone went off and Jason sat up, frowning. Glancing at the phone, he rolled his eyes when he found a text from Tommy telling him to call. As he was holding it, a second text from Hayley followed telling him the same thing. It also said something about monitoring his phone to make sure he actually did call.

"For goodness sakes," he muttered, texting them both back. "I'm calling. Just give me a moment."

Sending the text, Jason took a deep breath and hit the speed dial for Madison's phone before he could talk himself out of it again. Putting it to his ear, he waited for it to ring. But it went straight to voicemail. Not wanting to leave a message, Jason hung up and tried Vida instead. The same thing happened with her phone.

"Alright, they're probably just busy," Jason told himself, setting his phone down again. "They do work and both of them said that their phones don't work well in the magical realm. I'll try again later."

Now that he had tried calling, he really did want to get a hold of them. So, resolving that he was going to try them later that afternoon, he went back to work. But, later that day, he got the same results. Both phones just kept going straight to voicemail. Getting more frustrated, Jason made it through the rest of the evening before calling them one last time just before bed with Trini's encouragement. But when there was still no answer, he gave up.

"I'm done," he muttered. "It's not worth my time if they don't want to try."

Before putting his phone away and turning off the light, he sent a text to Tommy.

They won't answer or call back. I'm done trying.

Tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jason rolled over to go to sleep.