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Billy was in his lab, running a last minute scan of a computer code he'd been working on when he heard the door open. Tommy stepped in.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Tommy asked.

"One more second," Billy said tapping the keys of the computer with furious precision. "Where's Rocky?"

"He wanted to wait in the truck," Tommy said. "I think all this computer equipment is a little intimidating for him."

Billy laughed. It was just as well, there was something he wanted to talk to Tommy about anyway.

"Hey, Tommy, I wanted to ask, I mean tell you…." He took a deep breath and just forced himself to say it. "I want to tell Marcy, about the Power Rangers."

Tommy's face went hard for just a second. "Billy, you know we can't just do that."

"We've told people before," Billy said. "Rocky, Adam and Aisha knew before they became Rangers."

"And it was dangerous, for us and for them," Tommy said.

"I just hate the lying."

"We all hate it Billy. You think I like not being able to tell my mom why I'm always late? You think Rocky likes having to sneak into the house after curfew or Kim cutting short time with her dad? We all have to make sacrifices, that's part of the game."

"But Tommy!"

"No, Billy. I'm sorry. We can't just tell anyone we want, that's the way it is."

And with those final words Billy knew the decision was final. It occurred to him he could tell Marcy anyway, but it would make things worse. Tommy was the leader and if he went against his friend over this it would break the team. He knew he could never do that to his other friends, to the Rangers.

"You're right, Tommy," he said. And that was the end of it.

Almost by serendipity the silence was suddenly filled with the rhythmic chime of their communicators.

The boys were late, again. It was the third time this week and Marcy was starting to get annoyed. It was one thing for Tommy to run behind on his own, but when he was supposed to be riding with Billy and Rocky she expected punctuality to be a little easier to come by.

They were all supposed to work out together at the park. Tommy was supposed to pick Rocky and Billy up after his martial arts class downtown. After the first hour she was simply angry, but when hour two ticked by she got worried. She ran all the way back to her car and dug her cell phone out of her purse. She called both Billy and Tommy's houses-she didn't know Rocky's number-and she called her own apartment to see if someone had called there. Nothing.

Finally, at two hours and fifteen minutes she saw Tommy's truck sidle up behind her Caddy. All three boys got out looking like they'd already had enough of a workout to last them a week.

"Two hours!" she said. "Two hours you keep me waiting."

Billy opened his mouth to say something but Tommy stepped in. "It was my fault. I was running late and then we got caught in traffic from the monster attack."

"There was an attack?" she asked. "I didn't hear the sirens."

"It was in the warehouse district," Rocky said. "They must not have sounded them here."

"I guess not," Marcy replied. Something was off. Tommy and Rocky were lying. Billy said nothing, just hung back not meeting her eyes.

They don't know I know about their secret activities, she thought. They think they're covering for him.

Tommy stepped up in front of her, Billy was still hanging back. "We're still going to practice," Tommy said. "You don't have to stay though, if you don't want to."

He reached out and casually patted her shoulder, only Marcy didn't feel the touch as the friendly gesture he meant it to be. The second his hand made contact with her everything went white, then she saw it. Tommy, only it wasn't Tommy, it was the White Power Ranger, in the heat of battle against some monster she didn't recognize. The other Rangers were around him, fighting at his side. She couldn't see their faces, but she didn't need to.

By the powers, why didn't I see it before!

The vision was still clear in her head when she realized someone was calling her name.

"Marcy? Are you okay?"

Billy was standing in front of her now. Rocky and Tommy were heading across the lawn to find a good practice spot.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

He reached out and touched her face and Marcy almost flinched away. Pure willpower and morbid curiosity kept her steady. His touch was like a cannonball to the chest. The images of battle still fresh in his memory.

The Blue Power Ranger. Of course, it all made sense. Why they were always disappearing, rushing off for what seemed like no reason, color being attached to their power. And Tommy, it was obvious now why she'd seen green and white in his aura. He was the Green Rangers first, the one who disappeared and was replaced a few months later by the White.

Why didn't I see it? she wondered, but the answer was obvious. She hadn't really wanted to see. She'd wanted to pretend it wasn't so simple, that it wasn't important.

"Marcy!" Billy said, dragging her from her thoughts. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

No, I don't think I'll be alright again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't feel like practicing anymore."

"Okay," Billy said. "We can do something else." He took her hand and let her back to her car. The images were fading as the battle fatigue passed, but Marcy would never be able to forget them. After everything she'd been through here she was again, in love with a warrior who had an obligation to his power that trumped everything else, even her own safety.

What do I do now?

Short but sweet. So what do you think Marcy will do now that she knows the truth? Let me know what you think!

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