I know, enough of the PR:TS:TNG excerpts and start writing this story already, but I've got some flash forwards/flashbacks for you.

This one's Conner's POV

I wasn't even gonna do anything, I just needed a place to cry, you know, let it all out, I only wanted to be alone till then, where better than the nearby forest?

Even as a full-fledged adult, I didn't understand why, but now I did and in spite of that, I just couldn't do it, a good sob ought to have done me good.

I guess fear of the worst caused everyone else to have other plans. "Conner." I heard my name. "Conner, I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Was that Trent? Did he come looking for me?"I'm sorry, come on, man, everybody's worried sick about you, where are you?" That was good to hear, but it wasn't going to alleviate any of these negative emotions, I needed to shed tears and everyone else needed to deal with it. "I'm worried sick about you."

And especially Trent, he's the one who said to cry him a river, don't get me wrong, it was a tad touching to hear he was worried that I'd be crying him a river of blood… or at the very least hear him insinuate that.

Something cold and light touched my shoulder and I let out a quiet gasp, I jerked in a semi circle and saw Shane's spirit with a judgy look in his eye.

"How are you… what does it matter? I don't even plan on doing anything that drastic." I quietly told him, getting frustrated, wanting to punch him in spite of the fact that my fist would just go right through. "Does nobody understand that? I'm coming back, but not until my eyes are bone dry from crying." Shane's spirit raised in eyebrow. "I need this, will someone please let me have this?"

Shane's spirit rolled his eyes, possibly as if to have his answer to my question be "If you say so, Buddy," both of our heads whipped in the direction of a sound that was not good.

Trent was being attacked by a triptoid, but at least he saw it coming, he had to have, he fought back and held his own; still, I had a bad feeling about it, Trent looked more haggard than the beginning of him as the white ranger, searching for me probably exhausted him on top of this very altercation, his arms dipped down from the guarding position they were in.

Oh no, that left an opening, a fatal opening, I watched the triptoid punch Trent in the chest, a shocked and pained expression plastered itself onto his face as he clutched the spot where he was hit and collapsed like a tree that got cut down.

I did the only thing I knew needed to be done. "Leave him alone." I shrieked, taking a random stick and whacking the foot soldier with said stick, it must have gotten the picture, because that fight was cut short leaving me to check the damages.

I dropped the stick, turned to face Trent and sunk down next to where he was lying on his back, my fingers tapped his shoulders, "Trent, buddy, can you hear me?" No response, if what happened to him was what I thought happened, he would be dead if something wasn't done.

I bent my ear to his face, hoping to detect a breath, my fingers pressed themselves against the side of his neck hoping to detect a pulse dancing against them, neither was the case, death by getting the wind knocked out of him, that's what happened to him.

Not a moment was wasted, I just ripped his solid white button down T-shirt open and started chest compressions right then and there. "Come on, Trent; come back!" I desperately said. "Wake up, breathe." My screwup for purposely forgetting my morpher went unnoticed.

"Trent?" I heard A very worried Kira on the hunt for her husband. "Trent, answer me, where are you? Did you find him?"

"Over here, I need your help, he's not breathing." Was my response, I had to focus on continuing to pump Trent's chest.

"Conner, what happened to him?" Kira asked, her voice beginning to break with grief, I could hear her louder and clearer so she was probably close.

"He Took a foot soldier's fist to the chest, it stopped his heart." I answered, still administering hands only CPR.

"What? You mean he's…" Poor Kira couldn't finish that sentence, I know if it were Krista, I'd be devastated… I would know this because I recently had that literal nightmare.

"I'm not giving up until he's breathing again." I said as sternly as I could while exhaustion nearly began to set in.

Kira Knelt by her dying husband. "Stop compressions, I'm gonna give him some rescue breaths." She said, I obeyed and watched her tilt his head back, lift his chin, pinch his nose shut and lock lips for seconds at a time, his chest rose and fell with each breath she gave. "Please breathe, Trent, don't die on us, Babe." I started compressions again, he couldn't die on us, he just couldn't…

Am I getting ahead of myself? Sorry about that.

Tori's POV

I found Conner and Kira trying to revive a very blue turning Trent, Kira gave him two rescue breaths before Conner compressed his chest. "White Drago is down, not breathing, no pulse, two teammates already on the scene providing CPR." I spoke into my morpher, I like the color blue as much as the next person, but even I thoroughly understand that blue skin is not a good sign.

"Come on Trent, please." Kira begged between rescue breaths. "Breathe, Babe, please don't pass."

"How did this happen?" I asked, approaching the scene.

"Commotio Cordis." Conner answered, neither taking his teary eyes nor his hands off the task, I was more taken aback by the fact that Conner's answer to my question sounded like medical jargon, then again, from a Ninja Sensei to a soccer coach, he probably witnesses this occurrence all the time, what with the soccer ball careening towards the goalie or so I suspect… or his adopted daughter taught him that."He got into a fight with a foot soldier and it ended with said foot soldier striking him in the chest."

"And it struck his chest hard enough for his heart to stop as a result?" I urgently asked, I only got a sniffle and a nod out of him, stopping chest compressions to allow Kira to administer rescue breaths to her husband. "Keep at the resuscitation, I'm gonna try healing him."

I moved to his left shoulder, made water out of seemingly nothing and allowed it to soak his collar bone, the palm of my hand touched the wet spot as gently as I could manage despite Conner pushing on Trent's chest, making it glow blue.

Trent let out a loud strangled gasp and he seized up a bit, resulting in his back arching…

"Trent!" Conner and Kira cried in unison, watching their teammate/friend go limp, but not lifeless as evidenced by his chest rising and falling with each breath increasingly silent indicating every measure taken to save his life had payed off… even if it wasn't right away.

I seem to be getting ahead of myself and I apologize for that.

Once again: I would like to have beta readers and co-writers to help me with this story because I'm lazy, would anyone be interested?