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Prim's Point of View

Once we reached Sam's house and I threw a rock at her window, she called down from the window, "Did you get it?"

"Yep." I nodded, tossing it up as she caught it easily, even from the top of her two-story house. "You can pay me back later."

Somehow, she noticed I've been crying from the distance, much to my displeasure. "What happened?"

I pictured the pirate ship in the sky and my emotional outburst again. Scowling, I shook my head in lie and replied, "It's whatever. I'm going back..." And I ran yet again into a solid chest. "Dude! Watch where you are standing!"

"Thank you, Prim!" Sam called behind me after she laughed shortly at my comment.

Samantha's Point of View

I closed the window as silently as possible, breathing a sigh of relief. Just having my key back calmed me down considerably. The worry that had built up in my chest seemed to dissolve.

It didn't make me any more tired, though. I was still awake and alert as I was an hour ago when I first realized my key was missing.

I lay down, hoping to get to sleep by staying still would convince my brain to shut down for the night.

No such luck.

Prim's Point of View

Looking back to assure myself she'd closed her window and had gone back to bed, I quickly allowed myself to nestle into his chest again. Somehow, it brought comfort and security that usually wasn't there, somewhere in my chest next to my heart. Even so, the silent comfort of his presense was also filled with doubt and the feeling of being exposed.

"Sorry...I'm not trying to be weak..." I said up the captain, surprised that he wasn't smirking at me.

"You're not weak," he told me in a serious firm tone. "You're one of the strongest fighters I've ever met."

I looked to him with wide eyes that were both confused and flattered, "Marvelous..."

And there was the smirk, even though it was a little more serene right then. "You remember that, okay?"

"I will," I agreed, and his smirk actually became a legitimate smile for once as he patted my head gently.

"We should be getting back sometime tonight," he commented, and I suddenly mimicked his smirk, deciding to see if the slight affection he was showing for me was real.

What? I'd dated a lot of dudes; I knew when they were falling for me.

"Carry me." I held my ams, still smirking, and he rolled hs eyes as he does, carrying me bridal style as I chilled in his grip. "You're strong."

"I know." His smirk had returned then, and we traveled in silence against night, finally coming to my house (under my few directions) where the car was absent, just like my parents, as usual.

He actually carried me into my room and set me on the bed, smirking as I raised an eyebrow. "Well, goodnight, pipsqueak."

"Wait." I paused him with my voice. "I want you to stay."

I couldn't really explain the feeling that came over me, even though I totally could. With his handsome face and his cocky, cool persona, there was no doubt the warm feeling spreading in my chest was the first stages of falling in love. I should know; I'd had this feeling settle over me about three times before. I was almost used to it, but the three times I'd started feeling attracted to a guy deeply, it always excited me and made me want them to stay with me forever and always.

"We'll see each other soon." My heart sank a little, and I returned the pout to my face.

"But..." I whined out to him, crossing my arms like a little kid.

"Just go to sleep," he replied to that, and I wrinkled my nose is distaste. If there was one thing this guy needed to learn, it was that I do not go down without a fight.

Like, ever.

Samantha's Point of View

It was about one in the morning when I decided to shatter the rules of the house further than I already was by staying up this late. I was going to take some time in the woods for target practice.

I also knew that if my mom found out, I was going to be in some scalding hot water.

But the pros outweighed the cons by quite a bit even if I did get grounded for the rest of my life.

Sliding out of my window barefoot but still fully dressed (and with my Mobirate and Ranger Key in my pocket), I headed out to a spot maybe a mile and a half from my house. It was quiet and had several convenient targets carved into the trees, so it was the perfect spot for late night shooting.

I went into a different state of mind as I started shooting, as if I was watching myself do it in a parallel universe. I seemed to be somewhere a thousand light years away even though I could feel myself shooting the gun.

A voice brings me back to Earth with a shock. "Hey, Samantha."

I automatically turned toward the speaker with my gun raised. Seeing Hakase, I stopped myself from pulling the trigger. "Oh. Hi, Hakase." Lowering my gun, I blushed slightly, embarassed to have almost shot my first crush and fellow teammate.

He didn't bring that up, though. Instead, he asked, "What're you doing out here so late?"

I answered, "I couldn't sleep. Target practice usually helps me wind down." He and I looked at the target I'd been shooting at, and I noticed a small hole in the tree trunk where the bull's eye of that target had been ten or fifteen minutes earlier. All of my shots had hit dead center.

"You're really good," Hakase commented, making my face feel a little warm. I could tell from his expression that he was genuinely impressed.

"Thanks. I absolutely suck with a sword though." I didn't know why I said it. Maybe it was one of those moments where I didn't think before I spoke.

He blushed as he said, "So do I."

"Prim's amazing with a sword, though," I said with slight envy in my voice. "She can even handle two swords at once."

Hakase seemed to understand my jealousy and responded, "Yeah. Joe and Luka are the same way." I didn't know who Joe and Luka were, but I guessed that they were teammates of his.

If that was true, I had to wonder just how many other Gokaigers there were. I decided it would be better not to ask; I wasn't sure if I did want to know.

We were silent for a couple of minutes before we changed the subject. I don't remember how long we talked before I noticed the horizon was becoming a reddish-pink color. The sun was rising.

I quickly explained, "I need to get home before my parents find that I'm gone." He nodded, and I started running toward my house. I only turned around long enough to wave at him and make sure that my key and Mobirate were safely in my pocket.

Luckily, I made it home and into my room before my mom woke up. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

A trumpet fanfare blasted in my ear shocked me awake about an hour and a half later.