Thomas walked into the Command Center covered in blood and Theo waited for him at the console. Everyone else had been sent away, even though so many of his friends wanted to comfort him, Theo knew that they wouldn't be able to reach him. Thomas stopped in the center of the room and let out a roar as more powers released from him. This. This was exactly what Theo had expected and why he was keeping people away. Thomas could kill all of them if they weren't careful.

"Why was I not worthy of powers? Why couldn't I save her? Why does our son have to grow up without…without the best mother in the world? Why am I so important?" Thomas yelled at the building as he stared up at the ceiling and Theo silently sobbed. Thomas continued stalking around the room as he screamed and begged and asked all the questions that he knew had been building over the last year and a half. "Why did you betray me?"

The door slid open and Amelia stilled as she saw the state that Thomas was in. Britt had come along with her, but she wasn't sure that she should even bring her in anymore. She was fairly sure that Britt would lose it seeing the condition that Thomas was in and they needed someone that could level with him. They needed someone to pull Thomas out of his pain and back to this world.

"Britt- go grab Jason for me, okay?" Amelia suggested as she blocked her view, but no one could block the sounds coming out of Thomas. The raw, unfettered pain of losing a soulmate- it was a fate that most Power Rangers never had to know, much less before they had powers. "He's his best friend here, we're going to need his help."

"O…okay," Britt muttered before she sprinted back towards the Upper Academy apartments. She heard her brother's pain and she hoped that someone would be able to get to him. That someone could pull him out of this so that he would survive. No one was saying it, but they were all terrified that he would just give up on life because of this.

"Thomas," Theo said as he judged that he could finally try to approach him. He desperately wanted to help him, but he also knew that this kind of grief could destroy him. It could destroy everything here.

"They made me leave her. They made me come back here while they took her for an autopsy. What can they possibly learn that we don't already know? That she didn't see in those worthless prophecies," Thomas forced out as he turned to Theo and Theo gulped. He hadn't even thought about the normal Power Ranger procedures when it came to a death. They always did an autopsy to learn from what the monster had been able to do. They all knew what Kiros was able to do- he was well documented. "Dad…"

"I'll call them and I'll get you to her. Can we get you cleaned up?" Theo asked as Thomas looked down at his arms and realized how much of her blood was on him. Thomas shook his head as he took a step back and the horror filled him. He had not realized that this much of her blood had gotten on him and even though he tried to escape, he could not run away from himself. "Okay, okay…not right now. I got you."

Theo caught Thomas as his knees gave out and they both went to the ground. His anger had been replaced by despair and the sobs poured out of him. Theo could only imagine how empty he felt as well. Everyone he knew who lost a soulmate described this kind of emptiness that was nearly unbearable. While Thomas was young, their connection was deeper than any he had ever seen.

"Professor…" Jason started as Theo looked up and he realized the sobs were coming from Thomas. "How can I help?

"We need to get him cleaned up. Can I get a hand?" Theo put one of Thomas' arms around him and Jason leaned down to place the other arm around his shoulders. Thomas didn't fight them, but he was also not up to moving under his own power. Shock had finally set in.

"Aunt Amelia…is…how…what can I do?" Britt asked as Amelia shook her head. She was not sure what Thomas would want or need next, but she did know that it involved all of them being there for him. For them, really.

"Actually, you can go get JJ. I don't know when he'll want to see him, but when he does- he should be here," Amelia said as Britt jogged back out of the Command Center. Amelia looked at the books in front of her before she leaned over them and sobbed. She had seen some horrible things in her time, but she didn't know how Kimberly had done this. It was unfathomable that she had seen her life come to this end, but had still decided to live it so fully. She had decided to lean in and love Thomas, love JJ, and become someone that they all loved so much as well.

"Amelia?" Sally asked as she stepped into the Command Center and Amelia glared at her. "Before you start, I'm here to help. I…Theo messaged me when she was captured…I shouldn't have ignored them these last few years."

"I'm glad to hear that, but I'd still be prepared that Thomas won't want to hear it," Amelia said as she saw the guilt on Sally's face. "Lassy- what is it?"

"Thomas was at my house before she was grabbed- there was only a small window of time when she was going to be alone. Someone…I think someone helped him, someone that is close to Thomas," Sally said as Amelia glanced down at one of the books and started crying again. "She knew?"

"There's different versions of it, but the more details we know, the more I can hone in on exactly which path to look at for the future," Amelia said between hiccups. She flipped through pages and shook her head. This was the right path, but Kimberly didn't know who it was. She had never been able to see who betrayed them.

"Mom?" Thomas asked as they spun around to see him in a pair of ill-fitting shorts, towel-drying his hair. "You came?"

"Yeah, Thomas…I…I should have…" Sally stumbled as Thomas moved towards her and threw his arms around her. While his father had been horrible to him, she had always been there for him. At least until he had broken away from the family to have his soulmate- then she had turned on him as well. Right now though, he desperately wanted his mom. She absorbed his sobs as she realized Theo must have walked in, as she felt his guarded presence. Thomas might trust her, but he didn't and he was right not to trust her with what she suspected.

A laugh wafted around the room and Thomas looked up to see Britt holding JJ and doing her best to keep him distracted. It was then that Thomas made a decision and they all saw it in his eyes as he straightened up. JJ had lost his mother. He would not lose him. He would not collapse and run away because of this, he would be the father that she believed he could be. He knew he was going to grieve her for the rest of his life, but his little boy gave him a purpose he desperately needed.

"Da. Da. Daaaaaaa!" JJ yelled as Britt put him down and he toddle ran over to Thomas reaching up for him. "Da sad."

"Yeah, Daddy's sad," Thomas whispered, thinking again that his son's ability to read him was uncanny. There was only one person in the world who could read him better and she wasn't here anymore.

"Mama hapa," JJ insisted and Thomas didn't try to hide his tears as JJ patted his face. Their son had seen the countless times that they had leaned into each other and that their love had fixed all the wrongs in the world. "Mama! Mama! Da sad!"

"JJ- Mama's… Mama's dead," Thomas forced out, that was the one word that he had avoided until now. It tore at him in a new way, in a way he didn't expect. "A bad man hurt Mama and Mama died. Death means that Mama can't play with you anymore or help Dada be happy. You won't see Mama or get hugs again- her body stopped working."

"No," JJ countered as Thomas let out a shaky breath. He didn't want this either, but he knew that he would have to help JJ understand what this meant. At some point, he would take him to see Kimberly one last time and he had no idea how he'd get him through that, but he would. He would because JJ needed him to. "Mama hi n see."

"Mama's not playing hide and seek. She's dead," Thomas repeated as he looked up to see Doug Hart had been escorted into the Command Center and they locked eyes as the both of them broke down in sobs. Doug walked over to him and he expected him to knock him out- he wouldn't blame him. Instead, he wrapped the two of them in a hug and they all succumbed to their grief.

"Ames- what's bothering you?" Theo asked as he walked past her as she was getting ready for bed. It had been a long three days and tomorrow was going to be especially rough. Tomorrow, they were going to have a funeral for Kimberly. Thomas was barely holding it together with most things, but was somehow managing to hold it together when it came to JJ. They had scanned the universe over and over, but there was no trace of Kiros. It seemed that he had come for what he wanted and had left as soon as he got it.

"Sally mentioned something to me that we…you and Robert may need to look into," Amelia whispered as she looked up from laying out her clothes for the next day. She hated the black dress- it went against her normally bright wardrobe. "She said that Kiros only had a very small window to capture Kimberly. Thomas visited her that afternoon to pick up their gift for JJ and…there are only a handful of people that would have known that window existed."

"I'd say Britt and Trini are off the list- but that leaves Mitchell, David, Joseph, and Gordon. If Kiros just didn't have someone watching their apartment," Theo said as he sank down onto the bed and let out a sigh. "Thomas would have noticed a spy."

"Yeah. There's a chance that Kiros just got lucky, but…" Amelia trailed off. "I can bring it up with Atlantis and the two of you can start interrogations after…when…"

"He should have never been in charge- so much of this could have been avoided if…" Theo gave her a hug and he just tried to find the words. What could he even remotely say to make this better? Someone in the Trueheart family had, likely, sold Kimberly out and the most likely person was his own father. "I don't think we tell Thomas until we know something for sure."

"I agree. He's got enough on him right now," Amelia whispered as she chewed on her lip. "Theo- thank you."

"For what?" Theo looked up at her and he watched as she struggled with the words. Normally that was something that he did. "Mel."

"I could have been her and we both know that. Thank you for finding me and for being you and for…" Amelia broke down and he just pulled her into his lap as they both sobbed. This situation hit far too close to home for the both of them- even without Thomas being their nephew. Kiros had appeared in her dreams too, but for some reason he had never come for her. For some reason, she had been spared.

Thomas Trueheart and Doug Hart sat side by side silent, but connected, in their grief. Thomas had gone through the motions at the funeral and barely listened to anything anyone had to say. None of what they said could bring her back. His eyes ached but the tears still came, he thought over and over that he was cried out, but then he would walk past their bedroom and sobs would overtake him.

"Thomas," Amelia whispered as she placed a hand on his shoulder, trying again to get him out of the rain. Thomas and Doug had been still for hours as the grave was slowly filled in. All of them had tried to pull them away, except her. She pushed a bit of her prophetess powers through her hand and Thomas jerked away from her.

"Don't. I'll leave when I'm ready," Thomas growled and Amelia nodded as she stepped away. She looked up to see Mitchell striding towards them and she frantically motioned for Theo and Robert to intercept him. The last thing they needed was for Thomas to kill his father and he was definitely in the headspace that that was a possibility today.

"Oh, you'll not stop me," Mitchell spat as he shoved Robert and Theo out of the way. "Are you happy now? Are you glad you went after your prophetess soulmate? You're weak. You're pathetic. You'll never be worthy of taking over for me."

Mitchell spat in his face as Thomas looked up at him, confusion evident in his features as to why he would choose now to say all of this. He'd lost his soulmate. If he had done what his father wanted, that would have never happened, but he also would have never know this. He would have never known what this kind of love could do to him and if he had known this from the beginning, he would have taken this path- every time. He would never regret her.

"He loves her. He cares, cared, for her. That's not a weak man. That takes a kind of strength that you'll never have," Doug said as Mitchell turned to round on him and Thomas moved between the two of them, grabbing his birth father and throwing him to the ground. He pinned him there as others moved to break them up, but he froze them in place.

"Leave. And if you know what is good for you, you'll never talk to me again."