Asa poured the cat food into a bowl for Lucky in the storage room of the Youth Center.
"The cat is cute," Aisha said as she stood leaning against the doorframe. "Did it come from the future?"
Asa shook his head. "No I found him in an ally outside of the Youth Center. He seems to have adopted me as his owner," he said with a grin. "I never really thought of myself as a cat person."
"Be careful with cats. That's how Kat got to be a Ranger," she said with a laugh.
Asa looked at her blankly. "There's so much I don't know," he said as he put the bag of cat food away.
"Jason never talked about being a Ranger?" Aisha asked.
"Not really. I mean I knew about it before I came to Angel Grove the first time but I really didn't know anything about my dad's time as a Ranger. I knew about Tommy's I guess. Or I think I do."
She nodded. "This must be so confusing for you," she said. "I know I'm still trying to learn everything that's happened. When I left for Africa, Tommy was still in Napa and it didn't look like he'd come back to Angel Grove." She stopped talking when she heard footsteps outside of the storage room.
The door opened and in walked Detective Stone. "Oh there you are Lee," he said. "Hello Aisha," he turned his attention back to Asa, "Lee I need to go to the bank and I need you to watch the Youth Center for me while I'm gone."
"Sure no problem," he said as he walked out of the storage room with Aisha following right behind him. Lucky was the last one out of the storage room. Detective Stone closed the door.
The two teens walked back to the main part of the Youth Center. They found several teens working out with the exercise machines but there was no one there other then Asa that she knew. It hadn't seemed like she had been gone from Angel Grove very long.
She looked at her watch and realized she had to get back to Stone Canyon. She had promised her grandfather that she would be back in time for dinner. "I better get going," she said to Asa. She walked slowly to the entrance of the Youth Center still sore from the blast.
"Bye Aisha," Asa called after.
There was a plop and Asa turned around to see Lucky lying on the counter watching the activity in the Youth Center. He sat down on the stool that was behind the bar and surveyed the activity. It looked like Detective Stone had cleaned it before he left.
A girl came up to the juice bar to order a drink. He had just finished her drink when he heard someone say, "There he is."
He turned around to see Elizabeth and Jacob Scott standing in the entrance to the Youth Center.
He braced himself for what he knew what was about to happen. He knew he couldn't escape. He put the blender down and waited for the Scotts to come over to him.
They walked over.
"Hi," Asa said.
"I'm glad you aren't running this time," Elizabeth said with a weak smile. "Jason where have you been?"
"I'm not Jason," he said as he took the bandana off his head hoping the blond hair would convince them. He really didn't want to tell them who he was.
Elizabeth took one look at him and burst into tears. "I'm sorry you just look so much like our son Jason. You have his eyes and…I don't know…if it wasn't for the hair."
Asa sighed he had to do it. He had to explain it to them. "Look my shift will be over in an hour," he said. "I want to talk to you guys. Could we meet somewhere?"
"Sure," Jacob answered. He was also having a hard time grasping that this young man who looked so much like his son was not his son. "We'll come back and maybe go somewhere."
"Sounds good." Asa said.
Jacob and Elizabeth walked away.
Asa let out a sigh. There was no backing out now.
"Kimberly," Coach Schmidt's voice bellowed bringing Kimberly out of her thoughts.
"Yes Coach?" She asked.
"You are supposed to be working on your vault not floor exercise," the older man said coming up to her. "Are you all right?"
"I'm just thinking about the Pan Globals," she explained.
Coach Schmidt smiled. "This is your biggest competition isn't it?" She nodded. "Everyone gets nervous before a competition. You will do fine Kimberly."
"I hope so," Kim answered before she headed to the vault. She had to wait as Morgan finished her vault. She went over to the chalk bin and chalked up her hands. One of the assistant coaches was standing off to the side offering advice to Morgan. Morgan moved away from the vault.
Kimberly walked over and made a few adjustments to the vault and springboard before going to the end of the runway. She looked over at the assistant coach, Rachel, who was standing there waiting.
"Why don't you start with a simple handspring vault to warm up," Rachel suggested.
Kim nodded and then performed one. She nailed it correctly. She worked on a few more simple vaults before she started to work on her vault, which was a Yurchenko in a pike position. She performed it almost perfectly and then practiced it a couple more times.
She grabbed a towel from her bag and wiped the sweat off of her face. She had been training for the past four hours and was exhausted.
"Let's get some lunch," Chase suggested coming up to her. He had already changed into a pair of shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. "You've been practicing hard and you don't want to pass out right?" He asked with a wink.
"Sounds good," Kimberly said. The one thing she liked about this gym was it wasn't so strict on dieting though Kimberly did make sure she shied away from fatty foods. "Let me go change," she said before going to the locker room.
She went in and found it empty. She unlocked her locker and started changing. She had just finished changing when she felt as if someone was standing behind her. She turned around and saw no one. She sighed. Just her ghost following her, she thought with before smiling.
She reached into her locker to pull out her sandals when she found something lying on the top shelf of her locker. She took it out and found a rose. It wasn't unusual for her to find it. Chase sometimes had other gymnasts put roses in her locker. She was glad that all of the other gymnasts were honest. The locks on the lockers didn't really work too well.
She walked out of the locker room to find Chase standing there.
"Thanks for the rose," she said going up to him and giving him a kiss. "Just what I need."
"You're welcome," Chase said but then said, "but I didn't give you a rose."
Notes: I hardly watch gymnastics anymore. Just every four years so I give lots of thanks to the Internet.