Takes place after Return of the Green Ranger III. I think.
Jealousy
Rocky came up beside Adam and pulled him to a stop. "What was that about?" His plan wasn't to ask; it wasn't his business. Once again his mouth had gotten the best of him and now it was too late.
"You mean Marissa in 1774 or do you mean Amy, who I met today?"
"Either. Both. I thought…"
"Yeah, well, you know. You gotta do what you gotta do." Adam walked away.
"That wasn't an answer," he hurried after Adam. This was a different Adam than he was used to; this one was short-tempered and snappy.
He stopped short when Adam whirled around. "Listen, I'm perfectly willing to remain your friend. It's what we agreed on, but you can't act like this, like you're jealous, if we're only friends. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be. I'll see you tomorrow." He backed away, eyes locked on Rocky's face before turning and running towards his house.
He watched Adam go before sitting on the curb. Jealous? He wasn't jealous; the thought gnawed at him. Hell, maybe he was. When Adam had tried to get Marissa to come with them, he had physically pulled Adam away from her. He hadn't been too worried because, hey, 1700's. She wasn't a threat. But after seeing Marissa's look alike, Amy, he was bothered. He swore ripely. He was jealous, no doubt about it, but he had no rights were Adam was concerned. He had made sure of that when he said he wasn't ready. He'd apologize later and try, well, force himself not to have a visible reaction.