Here's another past moment/flashback for one of the Rescue Ops Rangers! This time, it's about Alli Matthews, the Pink Rescue Ops Ranger. The main purpose of this chapter is to give some insight as to why Alli initially had some unexplained and strange hate for Chase.

Anyways, on with the story!

==London, Greater London, England==

Eight-year-old Allison Matthews had finally finished her day at school and came home for the rest of the day. She still had on her school uniform and her pale blonde hair tied in a semi-formal ponytail. She walked in to see her mom cooking something.

"Mommy, what are you cooking?" she asked.

"Alli, darling, I'm baking cookies." her mother answered.

"Can I help you, mommy?" Alli asked. "I like cookies."

"My, my, Alli." her mother smiled. "Come here and I'll let you do some mixing."

"Yay!" Alli squealed and stood on a stool by the counter. She looked into the bowl that her mother was mixing the powder in and looked back to her mother. "Mommy, I thought you were baking cookies!"

"I am." Alli's mother told her. "But they look like a mixture of powder and batter first."

"What's batter?"

"Batter is the thick gooey stuff that smells really good." her mother answered.

"Really?" Alli asked and leaned over the metal bowl. "Mmm, it smells chocolatey!"

"That's because I'm making chocolate chip cookies."

"That's my favorite kind!" Alli exclaimed and hopped up and down out of joy.

"That's why I'm making them!" Alli's mother kissed her cheek. She sighed and read the rest of the instructions. "Okay, I have to put these in the oven."

"Is that something I can do? I wanna help!" Alli asked.

"Mommy's little helper is going to need to sit this one out. The oven is dangerous and this is something your mommy is going to need to do. We don't want you to get yourself burnt." her mother informed her.

"Okay, mommy." Alli nodded.

"Why don't you go outside and play with the other kids?" Alli's mother suggested as she looked out the window. "It's looks like they're having fun."

"Okay!" Alli smiled and bolted out of the back door. She could see all of her friends and neighbors around her age running around the backyard playing with a black and white ball. Curious, she walked over to them. "What's that?" she asked one of her friends.

"That's a football!" her friend, a young brunette girl replied. "The new kid plays with it!"

"There's a new kid?" Alli asked. "Who?"

Then, she saw what might have been the biggest eight-year-old on the planet. And by big, he wasn't muscular, he was just fat. She had a hard time believing that he was the same age.

"His name is Cameron Whiteshire, but he tells everybody to call him Chase! He's eleven years old!" her friend answered before running back into the mess with the 'football'.

"Okay!" Alli chirped and ran into the middle of the mess. Things were going pretty well until finally 'Chase' picked up the ball and held it high above everyone else.

"How about we play a real game of football?" Chase asked all of the kids. He smiled as he saw them all nod. "Okay, all of us split up into two teams of three."

Alli, still confused about the rules of the sport, wandered around before realizing that there were already two teams of three. After doing a quick count of all the kids in the courtyard, she realized that there were a total of seven. She was being left out.

"Hey, guys!" she called out. "What team am I on?"

"Oh, is the poor little girl not on a team?" Chase teased her. "That's too bad for you."

"But...but...I wanna play!" Alli's eyes started to water up. "It's not fair!"

"You should have been quicker than that!" Chase teased and put his foot on the ball.

Alli looked to her friends for some sort of backing, but all of their eyes were focused on Chase's ball. None of her friends were sticking up for her. Chase was a bully, and he was picking on her.

"But...but..." Alli started to cry. "Please!"

Chase shook his head and then tossed the ball into the middle of the court. All of the kids started to listen to Chase before they played the game of football. Alli watched pathetically from the sidelines.

"This isn't fair..." she cried and walked into her house.

When she walked in while loudly crying, her mom quickly approached her. She picked her daughter up to try to quiet her down, but it didn't seem to work.

"Darling, what's wrong?" her mother asked. "Did you get hurt?"

"There's a new boy named Chase and he's bullying me!" Alli complained and sucked on her thumb.

"Do you want me to talk to him or his father?" Alli's mother asked.

"No, mommy, it's fine." Alli sniffled. "I don't like Chase at all."

"It's okay, sweetheart." Alli's mother kissed her daughter on the forehead. "If it makes you feel better, the cookies are done."

"Really?" Alli asked as a smile started to form on her face. "Are the chocolate chip cookies really done?

"Yes, and you can have the first taste."

"Yay!"

~~Ten Years Later~~

==Chapel Hill, North Carolina, United States==

Chase Vereen held his girlfriend, Alli, tightly in bed before they were about to go to sleep. Since they and the rest of their friend decided to rent a house out together for college, it helped their relationship further.

"So that's the story of the big bad bully from your old house?" Chase asked his girlfriend. "And was his name the real reason that you didn't like me at first?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Alli snuggled into her boyfriend's arms. "But you're different, you're much different."

"I love you." Chase kissed Alli passionately on the lips.

"I love you too." Alli smiled and looked directly into her boyfriend's eyes.

"But we need to go to sleep, we both have early classes tomorrow." Chase reminded her.

"You're right." Alli sighed. "And don't squeeze the hell out of me during the night. You have a bad habit of doing that."

"Sorry, you're just too cuddly!" Chase apologized.

Alli closed her eyes and leaned into her boyfriend, who returned the gesture. Chase Vereen was a different kind of Chase, and she couldn't have been more thankful to have him in her life.