Warning: Chapters marked (R) contain non-graphic erotic content. "Catspaw" is rated for two boys making out, while "Held Together" is rated for two boys' foreplay, undressing, and sex.

Chapters:

1. First Love

The atmosphere was too thin to support much in the way of wind, but air whispered over his hands and face nonetheless. It took a phenomenal amount of energy to support artificial geothermal processes, and the sun was a distant sparkle that offered little light and less heat. The ambient temperature of the asteroid was so low that any opening in the structure behind him created a breeze as warmer air escaped.

Andros leaned over the railing, staring down into the heavily shadowed crevasse. The lights of the balcony on which he stood were the only significant source of illumination, and they didn't do more than cast his immediate surroundings into sharp relief. The breeze gusted momentarily as one of the doors opened, and the raucous noise of the bar washed over him again.

He lifted his gaze to the opposite side of the canyon, where the stars shone bright and piercing just above the hulking stone. He had nothing against KaliKay's; in fact, there were times when he thoroughly enjoyed both the atmosphere and the company. Tonight was not one of those nights, but he couldn't begrudge the others some much-needed time away.

*Hey.* The single word was all the warning he had, but it was enough. He didn't stiffen as someone ambled up behind him, bringing light and warmth to the chill night air as another pair of hands came to rest on the railing. *You okay?*

He nodded once, keeping his eyes on the stars. *Yeah,* he said silently. *Just needed to get away from the crowd for a while.*

Zhane leaned forward and bounced up on his toes, supporting most of his weight on his arms before dropping back down to the ground. Andros couldn't help giving him an amused glance. *Restless?*

Zhane stilled abruptly. *Not... exactly.* He didn't catch Andros' eye, though, and his fingers clenched on the railing again. *Maybe a little.*

Andros frowned, distracted from his own thoughts by his friend's evasiveness. *Zhane?* he asked, studying the figure at his side. The silver shirt shone in the bright lights, making him look almost luminescent with his white-blonde hair. *Are you okay?*

*Sure,* Zhane said easily. He was staring into the darkness, ignoring Andros' scrutiny. *This is my kind of crowd, you know.*

Andros' frown deepened. Zhane was brushing him off. *Is it?* he insisted. *Then what are you doing out here?*

That made Zhane look at him. *You're here,* he pointed out.

He was ready to argue their different ideas of "fun" when he realized what Zhane meant. The pause lingered longer than he wanted it to. *Oh,* he said awkwardly, looking out over the railing again.

Zhane just sighed.

When he didn't say anything, Andros had to ask. *What?*

*Can't I say things like that to you anymore?* Zhane, too, was gazing toward the far side of the canyon. He put his elbows on the railing and leaned forward, clasping his hands together without looking at them. *I love you. You used to just accept that, but now it makes you uncomfortable. It doesn't have to mean any more than it ever did, Andros.*

He shifted his weight, peripherally aware that he was mimicking Zhane's posture. Playing with the band that encircled his wrist, he admitted reluctantly, *It used to mean more than it does now.*

Zhane shrugged, not contradicting him.

*I want that back,* he continued, keeping his eyes on his hands. *I want it to mean more, but I don't know how to make it. Not anymore. Maybe not ever... you were always the one that knew what to do, that read my mind somehow.*

Zhane pulled his fingers apart and folded his arms, still leaning on the railing. He peered over it as though the bottom of the chasm was more interesting than anything Andros might say. There was no exasperation in his posture, but then, there never was.

*I'm not saying you still should,* Andros said quickly. *I'm trying to figure out how to do this myself, honest. I'm just saying... that's why I'm uncomfortable. It's not because of you. It's just me.*

*Just you?* Zhane said at last. He lifted his head and settled back on his heels, rocking a little as he contemplated the darkness. *Just you.*

He studied Zhane worriedly, wondering what he had said this time. Saying the wrong thing was better than saying nothing at all... wasn't it? It would have to be, if he ever wanted to be able to tell people how he felt.

Finally, Zhane's expression became something more readable and he smiled a little. *Just you is enough. You know that, right?* He turned his gaze on Andros, returning his friend's scrutiny with one just as intense. *We'll vow to fight as a team forever.*

Andros swallowed, remembering that long ago day in the Keyota hills. Zhane had probably done that on purpose, offered him their familiar routine as a way of confirming their feelings without actually having to say the words. He had been the one to push "forever" that day... when had he lost that certainty?

*Not just a team,* he insisted, refusing to take the easy way out. *I love you, Zhane.*

Zhane's smile brightened instantly. The transformation from withdrawn to effusive was startling in more ways that one. Andros hadn't even realized how closed down his friend had been until his feelings shone out through his eyes again, and it had taken so little to make that happen. Why had he hesitated?

He offered his wrist automatically, but Zhane clasped his hand instead and pulled him into a hug. He didn't resist, glad to feel the reassuring strength that had seen him through the hardest moments of his life. Without thinking about it, he rested his head on Zhane's shoulder and hugged him closer.

They stood that way for longer than he had expected, but he didn't want to be the one to let go. When Zhane shivered, his embrace tightened instinctively but he made himself draw back to catch his friend's eye. *Cold?* he asked, frowning. The Silver Ranger never had liked the cold much, but he hadn't been out here that long.

Zhane nodded, making no move to step back. He offered a rueful smile when he shivered again, but he didn't quite meet Andros' eye. Since when was Zhane the quiet one?

Zhane chuckled, obviously overhearing whether Andros had intended him to or not. He caught Andros' gaze at last, and one word echoed between them. *Hypersleep.*

His tone held explanation and apology all at once, and Andros' eyes widened as the meaning of that sank in. *Are you still having those nightmares?* he demanded, angry with himself for not having noticed. *Why didn't you tell me?*

Zhane didn't flinch. *I talked to DECA about it. She says it's normal for them to come back every once and a while, especially when--things happen that I don't expect.*

*Especially when what?* Andros recognized one thought superimposed on another, his friend's clumsy attempt to keep him from hearing what he didn't want to say. Zhane actually diverted his thoughts faster than Andros could, but he wasn't quite convincing enough to make it seem natural.

Zhane's fingers tightened on his, and he looked down at their clasped hands self-consciously. *Look... it's not a big deal, all right? It's just that I've been missing you lately. And let's face it, most of the major trauma in my life involves losing you somehow.

*It's not like I can't sleep at all,* he added, not looking up. That assertion by itself was enough to dismay Andros, knowing as he did that it probably meant Zhane wasn't sleeping. *Being cold just brings back bad memories right now, that's all.*

He had talked to DECA about it, but not Andros. More than that... Andros had been sleeping in the same room with him until just days ago. How could he not have noticed? Zhane shouldn't have had to tell him about it.

"Let's go inside," Andros said abruptly. The words sounded strange out loud, and though he had spoken in a normal tone he couldn't help lowering his voice a little. "Want to catch up with the others?"

"They were playing 'Seven Up' last I knew." Zhane's reply was as noncommittal as it was confusing, and Andros gave him an odd look.

"Seven Up?" he repeated. Zhane's wry grin told him that he probably didn't want to know, so he just shook his head and added, "Never mind. I'm sorry I asked."

They turned away from the railing anyway, and he felt a flash of disappointment when Zhane let go of his hand. A moment later, though, the Silver Ranger's arm draped companionably over his shoulders and he smiled to himself. As casually as he could, he slid his own arm around Zhane's waist.

The door shimmered open in front of them, and they paused to allow a couple from the other side to emerge. One of the pair looked strangely familiar, and Andros took a second look. He thought he ought to know those slitted eyes and green hair from somewhere, and the look she gave him was clearly one of recognition. But he couldn't place her face.

"Someone you know?" Zhane asked quietly, as they made their way inside.

"I don't know." Andros frowned a little, sifting through his memories. Without even a starting point, it was probably a futile exercise. "She does look awfully familiar, though."

"Ranger, maybe." Zhane drew him to one side, making a token effort to avoid people who made way as soon as they recognized Andros. "She was wearing a no-charge bracelet."

Andros glanced down at his own wristband, catching sight of the stars that spilled across the floor as he did so. The glittering lights tumbled out of the door across the hallway as someone exited the room, and his steps slowed. Zhane followed his gaze curiously, and he knew the Silver Ranger was smiling even before he spoke.

"Want to go in?" Zhane asked, his tone indulgent. He knew how much Andros liked the capitol taverns from Eltare. He was already steering him toward the door, not waiting for an answer.

Yes, Andros admitted, if only to himself. And not only because he liked the setup, either. He had some good memories associated with places like this.

Tiny sparkling spheres continued to roll across the floor, winking and vanishing several at a time, until they left the hallway and stepped into a virtual starfield. The floor dropped away, the walls dissolved, and only the close press of other bodies kept the sense of vertigo at bay. The door didn't just close behind them, it disappeared entirely, creating the illusion of a completely uncontained expanse.

He felt Zhane take a deep breath, and his grip relaxed almost imperceptibly. He glanced sideways at his friend, nodding toward the stairs when their gazes met. No matter how indulgent Zhane sounded when he suggested coming in here, Andros knew this was his favorite room too.

*Who turned up the volume?* Zhane wanted to know, as they made their way through the crowd. *Even the Earth bar isn't this loud!*

The ringing effect of dissonant chimes had barely penetrated, mostly because it was the music Andros had been most accustomed to before meeting the Rangers from Earth. The volume wasn't conducive to regular conversation, but that had never been a problem for him and Zhane. *Maybe they're trying to prove that sound does travel in a vacuum,* he suggested.

The stairs were nothing more than a series of glowing platforms, apparently floating free but completely motionless in the middle of the room. Though they were all mostly the same size, several of them extended out beyond the "staircase" as it wound its way upward, indicating an invisible floor. The Eltaran environment was one of the largest at KaliKay's, due as much to popularity as to atmospheric space requirements.

*Want to dance?* Zhane asked, pulling him off of the stairs as soon as they reached the first level. *I don't think I can sit down yet.*

Andros gave him a concerned look. *Still cold? Or just restless?*

Zhane's blue eyes flickered to his, and the corners of his mouth quirked. *Which one will make you say yes?*

Andros almost choked as he recognized the flirtatious expression on his friend's face. *You--you're coming on to me!* he burst out, too flustered to do anything more than notice.

Zhane threw back his head and laughed. *Yes,* he managed at last, patting Andros' shoulder in amusement. *Yes, I am. Congratulations, Andros. There's hope for you yet.*

Surprised, he let himself be drawn into a loose embrace. Like several other revelations he'd had recently, this one was so obvious that it was embarrassing. It was one of those things that other people must have not only noticed, but assumed that he was perfectly aware of. No wonder everyone was so curious about Ashley...

*What are you thinking?* Zhane prompted at last.

Truth or not, he wasn't sure there was any safe way to answer that question. After all, Zhane must have known all along how things looked to the rest of the world. It would probably hurt him more to know that this was one more thing Andros had failed to pick up on. And they had gotten this far without too many awkward silences--he really didn't want to mention Ashley right now.

*Remember the first time we came here?* Andros asked instead.

*I don't think the staff has forgotten yet,* Zhane replied wryly. *That's the real reason everyone's getting out of your way, you know. Not because you're intergalactically famous, but because you're locally infamous.*

Andros tried to hide a smile. *First off, I'm not famous. And second, I'm not the one who started that whole mess!*

*Yes you are,* Zhane retorted. *On both counts.*

Choosing to ignore his first remark, Andros reminded him, *You're the one who insisted on baiting that guy. You're a Ranger; you know he wouldn't have swung at you if you hadn't provoked him.*

*Who did the swinging, again?* Zhane demanded. *I think your memory's getting a little hazy there!*

The smile was getting harder to hide. *He wouldn't have insulted you if you hadn't made yourself the perfect target. And I wouldn't have had to hit him if he hadn't insulted you. Obviously, the whole thing was your fault.*

*Obviously!* Zhane echoed indignantly. *Like I cared that he insulted me! I made him look like an idiot; I could take a few insults in return!*

Andros shook his head, but the smile had snuck out and there was nothing he could do about it. *We were so young they almost didn't let us in,* he mused.

*And they sure regretted it later,* Zhane added with a smirk. *They must have hated having to be so polite to a couple of kids. "On behalf of the KaliKay staff we apologize for the deplorable behavior of our patron..."*

*I couldn't tell if they were talking about you or him,* Andros interrupted.

*They wished they could be talking about you!* Zhane exclaimed. *I bet that was the first and only time a Ranger has ever hit one of their customers!*

Andros shrugged, staring pointedly over Zhane's shoulder. *I was young,* he repeated idly. He was still secretly proud of that incident.

*You were fierce,* Zhane corrected. *And they were ticked!*

*Fierce?* He caught Zhane's eye and found he couldn't look away. *I was fierce?*

It was Zhane's turn to shrug. *It was cute. Did I ever thank you for defending me?*

*No,* Andros said comfortably. *You didn't have to. It was just what we did.*

They held each other's gaze a moment longer, to the point where Andros had almost forgotten what they were talking about when Zhane asked, *Is it still?*

Andros blinked. *I hope so,* he said at last, when his brain finally caught up with his ears. *At least... it is to me.*

*Me too.* Zhane didn't hesitate, and he had succeeded in distracting Andros enough that he didn't see the kiss coming. Only afterwards did he realize they were now motionless in the middle of a fairly crowded dance floor, drawing little to no attention even with their Ranger jackets and silent intimacy.

*Remember what DECA used to say about this place?* Zhane prodded, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

*She hated it.* He was, in all honesty, paying more attention to Zhane's mouth than he was to the question at hand, but he did remember--vividly--DECA's threats about imposing a curfew. *I think she wanted us where she could keep an eye on us.*

Zhane smirked, and the expression drew Andros closer. The Silver Ranger met him halfway, and this time the kiss lingered between them. The music had changed while Andros wasn't paying attention, and the people around them were more respectful than they had any right to be because not a single one bumped into them.

The details flitted through Andros' mind as his awareness escalated, capturing the smoothness of Zhane's shirt and the strength of the grip on his shoulders. A "star" lantern drifted by overhead, momentarily illuminating them and burning the colors into Andros' mind. The kiss was gentle and undemanding, but it still did strange things to his perception of time. Not to mention the feeling in his stomach...

The smugness was gone from Zhane's expression when he pulled away, and in its absence his smile was lazy. *DECA never liked the idea of us coming here alone.*

*She didn't understand how it could be more private than the Megaship,* Andros agreed, glancing around in an effort to collect himself. They hadn't moved or, for all anyone else knew, spoken for several minutes. Yet here despite their Ranger insignia they were just another couple, and who would intrude on that?

He couldn't really hear Zhane chuckle over the sound of the music, but he felt the motion nonetheless. *Oh yes she did,* the Silver Ranger informed him. *She knew exactly what we liked about KaliKay's.*

Andros caught his eye in surprise, and just like that, the words clicked into new focus. Zhane wasn't joking around so much as he was flirting! *Am I the most clueless person in the galaxy?* he blurted out, blindsided by the obvious for the third--or fourth?--time tonight.

Zhane's eyes sparkled, reflecting the stars, or maybe revealing some inner amusement if his grin was anything to go by. *That depends,* he said at last. *Which galaxy?*

Andros almost laughed, though more in disbelief than humor. "I--" The instant he spoke he realized it was nearly impossible to make himself heard, but he needed something to do with his energy. "I need a drink," he said firmly, repeating himself mentally to make sure Zhane would catch the words as he pulled away.

*Haven't heard you say that in a long time,* Zhane replied good-naturedly. He felt the Silver Ranger catch his hand as they headed for the stairs again, and Andros squeezed his fingers in silent gratitude.

*It's something about having you in my life,* Andros retorted. He didn't have to turn to know that his friend would be amused by the idea.

*Funny,* Zhane remarked, following Andros up the stairs. *You'd think I'd be the one saying that about you!*

*I was perfectly responsible kid until you!* That wasn't necessarily true, but he needed the space that their usual banter provided right now. Being here made it all too easy to forget everything but Zhane, and he couldn't do that.

*There are so many things wrong with that statement that I don't know where to start!* Zhane complained. *I don't even remember a time before I knew you, so how exactly can you judge our influence on each other?*

*I'm not judging our influence,* Andros replied promptly. *Just yours, which was notoriously bad. Everyone knew you were a troublemaker.*

*That's not true! I was a fantastic student!*

*Which didn't mean much when you had detention every day!*

*As I recall, I served a few of your detentions, too,* Zhane argued.

*Because you got me into them!* Distracted, Andros didn't notice the giant glass spider making its way down the stars until Zhane yanked him out of the way.

Looking down was a mistake. There were no railings on the stairs, and even if the crowds of people obscured some of the simulated infinity below them, there was still plenty of evidence for multiple-story height. His balance spun for a moment, trying to reorient him, and suddenly he was drawn up against Zhane's chest.

*Honestly, Andros,* the Silver Ranger was saying, guiding them both up the last few steps to the top level. *You're the only person I know who can miss a Hamalki barreling toward them. Want me to get your drink?*

He shook off the remembered dizziness and let go of Zhane's hand. *No, I'm fine. Thanks. You want?*

*Yes.* Zhane gave him an expectant look but didn't elaborate. When Andros just looked at him, he added cheerfully, *Oh, you mean a drink! Sure, I'll have a sparkler.*

Andros blinked, trying to process the subtext without looking too bewildered. Zhane's grin wasn't helping, either, so he turned and retreated to the bar. He knew, without having to wonder, that Zhane had always been like this. What he was trying desperately to remember was whether the Silver Ranger's attention had ever been so blatantly focused on him before.

He was more than a little dismayed to realize that he wasn't sure. Zhane had been noticeably more physical since the quest, and some of his remarks on the publicity tour had been downright possessive. Andros hadn't paid much attention at the time, more concerned with questions about Ashley than with the way Zhane was coming across.

Now he was paying attention. Zhane was kissing him, flirting with him, and he couldn't help but see it in the context of his relationship with Ashley. When it had been just him and Zhane, their closeness had been a given. Things were different now--yet Zhane still chose him. It was as inexplicable as Ashley's attraction to him, and he wondered, not for the first time, what they saw that he didn't.

He was so preoccupied that he ended up with two drinks in his hands and little to no memory of how they had gotten there. They were what he wanted, so he must not have been quite as lost as he felt. He shook his head as he looked around for Zhane. It was that propensity for distraction that led his friend to tease him about single-mindedness. He suspected it was also the same thing that got him into situations like the one he and Zhane faced now.

*Over here.* Zhane's voice was clear in his mind, and with the words came an unmistakable sense of direction. He followed the tug without conscious thought, threading his way through the crowd before he had even caught sight of Zhane.

The Silver Ranger was perched on the edge of a luminescent table, paying no attention to his approach. He was smiling blithely at a pretty, long-haired Aquitian who seemed to be trying to demonstrate something to him. Andros recognized the hand gestures that comprised a large part of some Aquitian subcultures. Zhane had coaxed Cestria into showing him some basic phrases, and now he was watching raptly as the girl in front of him tried to correct his "pronunciation".

Raptly? As in, completely absorbed? Andros halted where he was, drinks in hand as he considered the scene before him.

The moment he stopped, Zhane looked up and his intent expression dissolved into a welcoming grin as he caught Andros' eye. Andros couldn't suppress a slightly smug smile as he started forward again to join them. Zhane put on a good show, but he had been paying enough attention to know exactly when Andros turned away from the bar and to see his confusion through the dancers and the darkness.

The Aquitian made a gesture of greeting, and he just nodded politely. He handed Zhane his drink without a word. The Silver Ranger put his hand to his mouth in a motion that even Andros recognized as "thank you", and the girl clearly got the message.

She smiled, motioning farewell, and Zhane mimicked her gesture. He settled into the other seat as soon as Andros sat down, but he watched the Aquitian go with an admiring gaze. Andros only shook his head, smiling a little as he stirred the ice in his drink.

*Thanks,* Zhane said suddenly, turning back to him with an odd look on his face. Before Andros could say anything, though, he added, *You don't mind when I flirt with girls, do you.*

It wasn't a question, but Andros found himself frowning anyway. *What do you mean?*

*That.* Zhane gestured vaguely with one hand, not really indicating anything in particular. *Her. You didn't mind me talking with her.*

*Why should I?* Andros asked, a little defensively. *You can talk to anyone you want.*

Zhane's gaze didn't waver. *As long as they're a girl?*

*What?* Andros blinked, trying to figure out whether he'd missed part of this conversation.

*You couldn't care less who I flirt with, from Ashley to Taikwa to half the population of Keyota. As long as the person I chat up is a girl.*

Andros closed his mouth, abruptly catching on. He had a sinking suspicion that he knew where this was going, and that he understood too late. How did Zhane pull things like this out of thin air? One minute he was trying to hold his own in the face of a frontal assault, and the next Zhane was sneaking around the back to ambush him with this.

The next words out of Zhane's mouth were no less than he had expected. *Why Ty?* the Silver Ranger asked, point blank. *You never said a word about anyone else.*

Zhane paused, then amended, *Well, to anyone else, anyway. I've never seen you warn anyone away from me until Ty. Why him?*

*I didn't warn him away,* Andros told his glass. Staring down at the table, he tried to keep the rest of his thoughts to himself. Thoughts like, but I would if I thought it would work.

*You know what I mean.* He could still feel Zhane's eyes on him. *You told me you hated him. You told him none of us were any of his business. You said--*

*I was there,* Andros interrupted, glaring at the tabletop. *I know what I said.*

*So?* Zhane prompted.

*So sleeping with someone is a lot different than flirting with them,* Andros said curtly.

There was a quiet moment, but he didn't look up.

*Okay,* Zhane said at last. *Yeah, I'll give you that.* He hesitated, and for the first time he sounded uncertain. *Is that it?*

His finger was white on the surface of the table as he pretended to trace a design against the glow. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, *Isn't that enough?*

This time, though he waited, there was no answer. He had finally managed to end the conversation, and he was already regretting his words. Lifting his gaze, he found that Zhane had looked away too.

*No,* he admitted with a sigh, watching as Zhane's eyes flicked back to his. *That's not it.*

Zhane's eyes asked the question for him. Then what?

Andros shifted uncomfortably, but there was only one true answer to that. "He's not me," he said, letting the music drown out his words as he gazed back at Zhane.

Zhane must have read the sentence on his lips. *He's not you?* he repeated, just to be sure.

Andros nodded silently.

Zhane studied him for a moment, then his mouth quirked in a half-smile. *Good thing,* he remarked, once more offering Andros a way out of awkwardness. *One of you is bad enough. Imagine what we'd do with two!*

*You've flirted with girls as long as I can remember,* Andros said, determined to explain. *Sometimes you don't even mean to; it's just... the way you talk. But you've never, ever looked at a guy like that, except--*

He swallowed, but he couldn't change the truth any more than he could hide it. He tried to ignore his self-consciousness as he finished, *Except me.*

Zhane's smile faded, and Andros had to look away. The Eltaran/human distinction was a subtle one, and it was difficult to tell the difference unless one was looking for it. Or if one was surrounded by a room full of one or the other... They were hardly the only aliens here, but as humans they did seem to be in the minority.

*Andros.* His attention was drawn back to Zhane involuntarily, and he found himself being watched just as closely as before. *I didn't do it to get back at you, you know. I was just...*

The Silver Ranger looked down for the first time. He didn't want to finish that thought, but the word hung in the air between them anyway. Lonely.

*Me too,* Andros admitted. He could only hope it wasn't the wrong thing to say.

Zhane smiled a little, but he didn't look up. *You have Ashley.*

*Is it...* Andros hesitated. He knew it was far harder for Zhane to be alone than it was for him. He knew, too, that Zhane's use of the present tense when it came to Ashley was uncertain at best. *Is it selfish to say that's not enough?*

Zhane remained motionless, staring at his drink. *Not to me.*

There was more to that than just negation, and Andros thought back over their words. Kerone. Kerone and Zhane had already had this conversation, about Ty. *What is enough?* he asked abruptly, then tried not to blush when Zhane looked up.

Zhane didn't answer, just looked, and Andros tried to explain. *Kerone didn't mind that you were seeing Ty,* he said awkwardly. *She said you wanted your relationship that way.*

*What way?* Zhane's expression was perfectly calm and maybe a little too neutral. Andros knew his friend expected him to say something he wasn't going to like, but he wasn't sure how to avoid it.

*Open?* He knew it came out as a question, but he couldn't help it. He didn't think he could stand having Zhane mad at him again, not now. *She said you had an open relationship.*

*And you assume that was my idea?*

*Was it hers?* Andros asked tentatively.

Zhane shrugged. *I don't remember who said it first. But we both agreed.*

*Why?* The question was out before he had time to figure out what he meant.

Zhane's gaze didn't waver. *Because I love more than I should, and she loves less. We'd never be able to stay together if we both demanded that the other be everything we need.*

Andros blinked, and his brain locked on to the only part of the answer that seemed to relate to his question. *You love more than you should? How much more?*

*What do you want to know, Andros? Stop saying vague things like "what's enough" and just get to the point.*

He swallowed. *Are you still sleeping with Ty?*

That wasn't what he meant to say. Or at least, he had tried to keep himself from asking. It was too late now, and he still couldn't read Zhane's expression.

*What if I am?* Zhane wanted to know.

*You told me to get to the point,* Andros said quietly.

Zhane considered that, and a rueful smile flashed across his face. *Okay,* he agreed. *You're right. No.*

*You're not sleeping with him?*

Zhane's smile lingered, but he didn't look happy. *Are you sleeping with Ash?* he countered.

Slowly, Andros shook his head.

*Is it the same thing?* Zhane pressed.

*Maybe,* Andros admitted.

*No,* Zhane corrected after a moment. The odd smile was gone from his face, and now he looked apologetic. *It's not the same thing, and I shouldn't have jumped on you like that. I just feel like...*

Zhane trailed off, his expression twisting. Andros' breath caught at the glimmer of utter unhappiness that shone through before Zhane shrugged it off. *When Astrea and I talked about our relationship, we agreed that no matter how in love we are we don't own each other. But you do--you own me, Andros. That's not a comfortable feeling, sometimes.*

Andros stared at him, that simple declaration delivered in the most straightforward of ways. He could think of absolutely nothing to say.

*Like now,* Zhane added glumly, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand. *I can't help resenting you for not seeing how much you mean to me. And then I feel bad, because I know you're more confused than I am and there's nothing I can do to help, and even if I tried it would only make things worse.*

Still at a complete loss, Andros finally managed to at least voice the truth. *I don't know what to say.*

Zhane shrugged again. *I know.* He tapped his glass idly, setting off a cascade of sparkles in the dark liquid. *You don't have to say anything. I just thought I'd tell you, since you're asking all these "what's enough" questions. I told you that you were enough, before. And I meant it.*

*But...* Andros felt guilty for pushing this now, but he knew he'd never have the courage to bring it up again later. *We were together, once. And you still dated.*

Zhane tapped his glass again. *You never asked me not to. And it's fun.*

*So if I asked you not to now, would you do it?* He hated the way Zhane was fidgeting, but he couldn't keep himself from asking. *Even if I was seeing Ash?*

*I swore an oath to you once,* Zhane said, not looking up. The set of his shoulders said that he hadn't known then what it would cost him to keep that oath, but he added doggedly, *I'd do it again.*

*The oath was supposed to be to KO-35,* Andros reminded him, somewhat helplessly.

This time, Zhane flicked his finger against his glass so hard the entire drink glowed. *What can I say? I care about you more than I care about KO-35.*

"What can I say" was one of Ty's phrases, and Andros tried to ignore it. Zhane glanced up at him from under his eyelashes, and the look on his face meant that he'd only just realized what he'd said. His faint smirk said that he now knew Andros had noticed, too.

*I wouldn't ask you not to see other people,* Andros blurted out. He hadn't realized himself how hypothetical the question was until Zhane answered it.

Zhane stilled. *Even Ty?* he asked at last.

Andros stared down at his own untouched glass. Zhane was testing too. *Even Ty,* he agreed reluctantly. Even if he would be "Tixe" again the minute Andros found out about it.

*But would it bother you?* Zhane wanted to know. He was looking at Andros again, though considering the intensity of his gaze it was almost as disconcerting as it was comforting. *I don't mean, "can you live with it?" I mean, honestly, how do you feel about me going out with Ty?

*I'm really, really bored,* Zhane continued, before he could even begin to answer. *And alone. And there's absolutely no one on the team I can talk to right now. If you don't mind me hanging out with Ty... I need something to do!*

Andros stared back at him, dismayed by the heartfelt loneliness of that plea. To him, it didn't feel like that long since they'd been surrounded by the Astro Rangers and the chaos that was life on Earth. It had been more than half the season since then--almost two months on Earth--but they had been busy, first with the tour, then with the moving...

Had it really been half the season already? The length of time his mind supplied was incontestable. He and Zhane and Ashley had been getting nowhere for half the winter. No wonder Zhane was going out of his mind. But he hadn't said a word...

"I'm sorry," Andros whispered, knowing Zhane wouldn't hear him. *I'm sorry.*

*Don't be sorry!* Zhane protested. *I know you have to think things through. That's fine. Do what you have to do. But...*

*Don't avoid Ty because of me,* Andros interrupted. *You can hang out with whoever you want.*

*You don't like him,* Zhane pointed out, just as quickly. *I'd rather be bored than get the glare every time I see you. Not to mention the way you treat him.*

*I don't glare,* Andros grumbled. Catching Zhane's eye, he amended, *Well, I won't. And I'll try to be... nicer.*

*I'm not asking for nice.* Zhane's lips twitched, but he managed to maintain a serious expression. *Just civil. Civil is fine.*

*Fine.* Andros frowned at him, but he knew Zhane's amusement was probably justified. What irked him more than anything was that Zhane had to ask. How oblivious was he that he couldn't even see what his friend wanted without having it spelled out for him?

Zhane was frowning back at him. *You're glaring.*

*I am not!* The protest was automatic but futile. He reached out to pull his drink closer, numbing his fingers against the sweating glass. *I'm sorry,* he repeated. *I don't... I wish I knew how to be what you see in Ty.*

*I don't want you to be Ty!* Zhane was on his feet before Andros knew what was happening, and he looked up in surprise. The Silver Ranger looked angry and flustered and about two seconds away from laughing on top of it. *How do I make you listen to me, Andros? Just tell me how!*

Andros stared at him, eyes wide as he tried to figure out what he'd said.

Running a hand through his hair, Zhane cast his gaze restlessly around the room. When it finally landed on Andros again, his shoulders rose and fell in a silent sigh. *Would it freak you out if I kissed you right now?*

Startled, Andros shook his head automatically.

*Come here.* Zhane was pulling him up before he remembered to let go of his glass, and he stumbled a little as he was drawn up against the Silver Ranger. Then Zhane's mouth was on his, hot and hungry, undeniably demanding.

Andros stiffened, instincts betraying him even as his mind told him furiously to go along with it. Caught off balance both literally and metaphorically, he was completely unprepared for Zhane's insistence. Even as he tried to pull away, though, he found himself returning the kiss.

Zhane's grip loosened just as Andros relaxed. The rest of the world disappeared in a rush of sensation, and he let it go without a second thought. Zhane's mouth on his was good, dizzying, and definitely something that didn't happen enough. Especially like this.

Fingers clenched on his shoulders, and he eased back of his own accord. Zhane stared at him, struggling for breath as he searched Andros' expression. *I like Ty,* he said deliberately. *But I love you. What do I have to do to convince you?*

*Zhane?* Kerone's voice made them both jump.

He drew in a breath and took another step back before answering. For all that the communication wasn't face-to-face, he managed to compose himself quickly. *Hey, Astrea. What's up?*

*I think we're kind of winding down here,* she answered. *Did you find Andros?*

Though she was addressing Zhane, she hadn't bothered to focus her thoughts so that only he could hear. Andros wondered suddenly if KaliKay's was as noisy on a telepathic level as it was on an auditory one. How many people could overhear her conversation with Zhane?

*Yeah, he's right here.* Zhane caught his eye and one corner of his mouth lifted in an irrepressible smirk. *We were just... talking.*

Andros pointedly folded his arms and looked away, but he couldn't completely suppress a smile. Zhane knew it, too. He hadn't had to say anything; he had done that solely to amuse Andros.

*Want to talk on the way home?* Kerone offered, in all innocence. *I don't want to interrupt, but if you guys are ready to go... it's been a long day.*

Andros frowned a little, catching Zhane's eye again. If Kerone was bored, she would have already gone back to the Megaship. She must be talking about the others. They had spent a long day painting and rewiring; it was no wonder Ashley and Ty were feeling the effects.

The same understanding showed on Zhane's face, and he gave Andros an inquiring look. When Andros nodded, he told Kerone, *We're on our way. Are you guys all together?*

*Yes,* Kerone answered. *We'll meet you outside the main exit?*

*Sounds good,* Zhane agreed. *See you in a few minutes.*

*You were good,* Andros remarked, when Zhane's attention shifted to him again. *You didn't even take advantage of the "talking on the way" home suggestion.*

Zhane's face broke into a wide grin. *You noticed that, huh? I wanted to tell her that we "talk" better without an audience.*

Andros gave him a wry look. *Of course, if she knew what you meant and saw where we are, she wouldn't believe that anyway.*

Zhane only shrugged. *Kissing me is probably the only thing you're more willing to do in front of a crowd than your own teammates,* he remarked lightly.

Andros froze, but Zhane was already reaching for Andros' glass and apparently expected no answer. He gulped some of the icewater before setting it back on the table, then turned back to Andros. *Ready to go?*

Zhane's own drink was untouched, Andros noted distantly.

*Andros?* Zhane prompted. *You ready?*

Why was what Zhane had said wrong? He was running it over and over in his mind, and for once his brain cooperated. Abruptly it clicked and he lifted his gaze to Zhane's in startled realization. *You don't kiss me in front of them!* he accused.

Zhane went very still. *What?*

*You kiss me more than I kiss you,* Andros blurted out. *I'm not saying that's the way it should be but it's true, and you don't kiss me in front of the others!*

*No,* Zhane said after a moment. *I guess that's true.*

Neither of them spoke until finally Zhane asked, *Do you want me to?*

He shouldn't have said anything. He just hadn't been able to let the reproof slip by unchallenged. Andros took a deep breath and offered awkwardly, *I don't... want you not to, if that's what you mean.*

Zhane seemed to take that at face value. *All right,* he agreed, smiling happily. *I'll remember.*

He looked so pleased that Andros couldn't find it in his heart to regret what he'd said. He had never asked Zhane not to kiss him in front of the others--specifically Ashley--but the Silver Ranger had obviously taken his cue from Andros' own reticence. He was right: Andros wasn't sure he wanted to do that to Ashley.

Unfortunately, he couldn't take Zhane being disappointed in him either. He didn't know how to make both of them happy, and he only seemed to be succeeding in making everyone miserable. If he could do this one thing for Zhane, wasn't it at least a step in the right direction?

Andros was so preoccupied that he almost didn't notice Zhane's arm over his shoulders as they headed for one of the upper level doors. Zhane had been doing that a lot lately: walking with him instead of just beside him. He hadn't been this physically demonstrative since--well, since just after he'd woken up from hypersleep.

Zhane didn't say anything as they made their way toward the outside of the dome, apparently content to let him mull things over in his mind. Or maybe he was doing some mulling of his own. It was hard to say with Zhane, who often wore the same expression whether he was contemplating the nature of existence or counting blades of grass.

The others were waiting when they stepped out into the thin, chilly air of the terraformed asteroid. Ty nodded, and Ashley welcomed them with a tired smile. Andros' heart went out to her, and he let go of Zhane to wrap her in his arms without even thinking about it.

She allowed the hug without the slightest hesitation. He saw Kerone smile approvingly, and Zhane tipped his head back to stare up at the stars. "Miss us?" Andros asked, loud enough that everyone could hear.

"Maybe," Ashley murmured, but she was overridden by her teammates.

Kerone and Ty said "no" at the same time, and promptly exchanged smug looks. Zhane regarded them suspiciously. Ashley giggled, pushing Andros away, and he raised an eyebrow in Zhane's direction.

"I'm not sure they appreciate us," he said, wondering if he looked convincingly wounded.

The smirk on Zhane's face said he did. "Story of my life," he sighed dramatically. "Ow!" he added with feigned indignation, rubbing the side of his head when Kerone cuffed him.

"Can we go somewhere warmer now?" Ty wanted to know, pretending not to notice when Zhane moved around to his other side--where Kerone couldn't reach him. "Where were you anyway, the basement?"

"We were talking," Zhane said defiantly, and Andros glanced in his direction.

"Ooh, story!" Ashley nudged him, but she was grinning at Zhane. "You just got the Look! What did you do to deserve that?"

Andros busied himself searching for his digimorpher. He had thought the whole "Look" thing was over and buried, until Zhane happened to mention it in Ty's presence several weeks ago. Ever since, he hadn't been able to so much as glance at one of his teammates without someone laughing.

"Cold," Ty reminded them, a bit plaintively, and this time Zhane backed him up.

"Yeah, let's get up to the Megaship where DECA can make it feel like summer. I hope the heaters are working by now, because if the hangar's as cold as it was this afternoon there's no way I'm sleeping there."

"DECA," Andros said, flipping his digimorpher open at last. "Five to teleport."

Sometimes Kerone teleported them, sometimes not. If she volunteered, no one complained, but there was an unspoken understanding that any magical favors she did were just that: favors. It was, possibly, the only thing they'd been able to unanimously agree on so far.

"Acknowledged," the computer's voice replied. "Teleporting now."

The night vanished into a shower of crimson sparkles.

2. Team Work

The border around her tactical map lit up, flashing urgent orange as someone got a target lock on her zord. She spun out of the way without thinking, the Power augmenting her reflexes and supplying knowledge she didn't know she had. She was out of one line of fire and into the next without a moment to wonder why--she just needed to be there.

She was firing. A velocifighter winked out. The forward view swung madly as she wheeled, diving through the formation and scoring two more kills before she emerged unscathed on the other side. Ashley barely had to look to see the wing regroup behind her--her wing, intact, unshaken, and perfectly able to follow where she led.

The exhilaration of the maneuver only added to the adrenaline racing through her system, compressing her reaction time even further and she felt the entire battle narrow to the tactical screen in front of her. She had no time to anticipate or even register her own actions. The stars moved, the numbers changed, lasers fired and velocifighters vanished. The Power hummed through her like a living thing.

"Red One, take over," Andros' voice ordered tersely. The words came in between Gold Group chatter and her attention zeroed in on the sound immediately. Wide screen system deployment made the problem instantly clear and all it took was a glance to know what he was doing.

"Acknowledged, Red Leader." Marsie's fighter slipped sideways and the rest of the wing would fall into position behind her in a matter of seconds. Andros' zord darted through the melee, arrowing for the atmosphere with obvious intent.

"Gold Five," Ashley warned automatically as the wing demanded her full attention once more. Kinsey was already moving, falling back into the defensive wedge as another wave of velocifighters drove toward them.

"Incoming 190 by 220!" The "gold-6" tag flashed on her tactical map as Leigh called out, and "gold-7" reoriented itself without prompting.

"Got your back, Gold Six." The two fighters covered the second prong of the attack as their wingmates engaged the first wave, and the chatter of Gold Group escalated until the other groups were completely drowned out.

She didn't have time to worry about Zhane, but she did anyway. His zord had been adrift, falling toward the planet with alarming speed only moments before. She had barely heard Andros cut Zhane's wing loose as he went after their teammate, but she knew instinctively that the Silver Ranger wasn't responding to comm signals.

"I'm hit!" She saw gold-10 flash out of the corner of her eye, and an orange glow settled over the ship's marker on her screen.

"I'm reinforcing Golds Six and Seven," Cara said calmly, as gold one fell out of formation and spun around. "Gold Eight, run cover for Gold Ten and fall back."

The nano-sequencers on board the fighters were nowhere near as sophisticated as the zords' self-repair systems, but they had brought wounded ships back into the fight before. Ashley's gaze tracked across the zord readouts, wing status, and SD screen before settling on the tactical map again. Her lasers found targets before she looked for them while her mind frantically processed the larger battle.

Andros and Zhane were effectively out of the fight. Zhane's wingleader had brought his wing around to reinforce Marsie, and neither had suffered permanent casualties. Ty had lost a fighter, and Gold Group was short two. Two more of Kerone's wing were "dead" but she was driving through the encroaching waves like nobody's business.

"Friendly fire! Friendly--"

"Red Leader down! Friendly fire at 200 by 340!"

"S Leader, what the hell are you doing!"

"Gold Group, fall back!" Cara's voice overrode the intership chatter before Ashley could get her mind around what was happening. The SD screen showed a zord cutting a swath through Ty's wing, lasers flaring as fast as they could lock. Zhane's zord.

"V Group," Kerone's voice declared through the chaos. "Open fire!"

Ashley was covering her own wing's retreat when she heard Zhane's laughter over the comm. "That's my girl!" he crowed. "But you're still going down!"

Kerone's wing was already blasting Zhane's zord, but his progress through black group was hindering their target locks. Ty's wing had finally gotten over their shock--half a wing too late--and were retaliating in kind. Unfortunately, the zords could take a lot more punishment than the fighters and Zhane wasn't slowing down.

"Gold One, take over!" Ashley ditched her own wing to the velocifighters, which they were at least equipped to handle, and threw her zord into the super-powered battle.

"Black Group, retreat!" The remnants of Ty's wing hastily fell back. Zhane now had three zords dogging his path, and their superior maneuverability and firepower were creating a dangerous crossfire. Still Kerone didn't order her own fighters out, letting them use her shields as cover while they darted in and around the zords.

Fighting a zord wasn't anything like going up against waves of velocifighters. Their weapons might as well have been useless as they hammered away at each other, and Ashley found herself looking for weak points, anything in her knowledge of the design that would give them the advantage. A cold, clammy feeling crept into her fingers as she realized Zhane would be doing exactly the same thing.

Some intuitive flicker of Power told her that he had beaten her to the punch. She could almost see the laser as it lanced toward Kerone's zord, and she knew too late to stop it that he knew what he was aiming for. Then there was a fighter between them and V-3 vanished from her tactical screen as the fire obliterated it.

Kerone's zord was already rolling, hiding its vulnerability with the seconds her wingmate had bought her, but Zhane was still firing. She saw his weakness at the same time Ty did, and they closed on his zord simultaneously. Ty fired first, and as she joined in the zord turned orange on tactical. They pounded on him while he pounded on Kerone, expending reckless amounts of energy trying to contain one of their own while the velocifighter battle raged around them.

The glow surrounding Zhane's zord seemed to intensify suddenly before it winked out. Kerone's zord, too, was bright orange, and even as Ashley watched her try to come about the marker that was "V leader" disappeared from her screen. She looked around quickly for Andros' zord, but its former position in the stratosphere was empty.

Three of them? Zhane had taken two zords and an undetermined number fighters with him, simply because they had been unprepared. They hadn't even seen his attack coming--how could they? That hadn't been part of the drill.

"Red One to all planetary defense groups," Marsie's voice announced. "Stand down. Transmit all onboard flight data to base preparatory to debriefing."

The "velocifighters" still lingering on the wide screen system deployment faded out of existence. The "dead" fighters reappeared, and the missing zords came back as the sim-lock on her tactical display was disabled. She let herself slump against the back of her chair, staring at the display as her brain tried to process what had just happened.

"All PD groups return to base." Marsie's order cut through her racing thoughts, bringing some measure of her attention back to the reality of the day. Rogue zords weren't unheard of, as Astronema's evilyzer ray had once demonstrated, but it certainly wasn't something they had expected to see in a sim. Just as they were starting to get a handle on zord-reinforced fighter battles, the leader of the PD threw another variable at them.

"Rangers," Andros' voice added. "Closed comm system patrol. Let's move out."

"Standard debriefing at 1500, Rangers and non," Marsie reminded them.

"Acknowledged, Red One."

They were away. Ashley settled easily into her place just off of Andros' starboard thruster, mirroring Kerone's position on the port side. Zhane and Ty were right behind them as they swept past KO-35's sister planet and headed out on their tour of the solar system.

"You are so dead," Andros remarked at last, almost casually. His words were clearer in her ears than any of the fighter pilots' had been, and Zhane's was no more distorted when it replied.

"I know," he agreed cheerfully. "So are you and Astrea. You didn't even know what hit you!"

"Excuse me," Kerone put in. "I knew exactly what hit me. And since you died before I did, you didn't technically kill me."

Relayed through the zord network instead of over the ship-to-ship comm they used with the fighters, the conversation was clear enough that they might as well have been in the cockpit with her. Kerone's quiet amusement was as clear as Andros' annoyance, and Ashley knew Zhane was just as aware of it. Had he expected Andros to come to his assistance like that during the drill?

"He inflicted the damage that destroyed your zord," Ty pointed out. "I'd say that's a pretty good argument for him killing you."

"I wouldn't," Kerone retorted. "And the two of you couldn't even take out his zord, so stay out of this."

"We destroyed his zord!" Ashley exclaimed indignantly. "Where were you? Oh, that's right; you were getting blown up."

"I was drawing his fire," Kerone replied with dignity. "It's not my fault that you couldn't take advantage of the opening I was giving you."

"Opening?" Zhane echoed. "I was pummeling you!"

"That's exactly my point," Kerone informed him.

"Well, it's a plan that could use some work next time," Ty interjected dryly. "Let's just leave it at that."

"I'd rather not," Andros insisted, surprising no one. "I was the one who got the laser end of a rescue mission!"

"Yeah, what were you doing trying to rescue me, anyway?" Zhane demanded. "It was a drill and I was out of it! End of story!"

"Or not, as it turned out," Ty's voice muttered. He was overridden by Andros' reply.

"We're supposed to treat those drills as though they're real," Andros said, sounding a little defensive. "They don't do us any good if we don't react the way we would in an actual battle."

Zhane didn't answer, and it was Kerone who broke the ensuing silence. "That's true," she agreed seriously. "We can't train for something we don't anticipate."

"And I sure didn't anticipate Zhane going crazy," Ty put in. "I guess we're going to see that one again, huh?"

"Dunno," Zhane said idly. "Depends what Marsie thought of my improvisation."

The silence this time was startled.

"When you say 'improvisation'," Ashley began.

"That wasn't Marsie' idea?" Andros' interruption was deceptively neutral.

"Nope." Zhane seemed untroubled by their shock. "I thought she'd call me on it when I started playing dead, but even my wing went along with it."

"You weren't hit?" Ty demanded.

"You really are dead," Kerone remarked thoughtfully, and Ashley bit back a giggle. That wasn't such an exaggeration. Andros participated in the drills with a minimum of complaints because he knew Marsie's experience was more extensive than his own. He wasn't likely to appreciate Zhane's input, especially at his expense.

"Let me get this straight," Andros said carefully. "In the middle of a preprogrammed battle drill--with all our weapons and scanners locked down by the sim--you decided to turn your weapons on the other participants without any warning... just to see what would happen?"

"It wouldn't occur to Marsie to turn any of us rogue," Zhane pointed out. "But we've seen it happen. It's something we should be prepared for."

"You interrupted a preprogrammed drill to fire on your teammates?"

A few quiet seconds ticked by, and Ashley could almost see Zhane shrugging. "Basically, yeah," he agreed.

They were skimming the outer asteroid belt by now, banking slowly in a gentle arc that would eventually send them back toward the center of the system. Ashley held her breath as the silence continued, wondering if there was anything she could say to defuse the situation. Unfortunately, without knowing exactly what Andros was thinking, any words she tried might make things worse.

When Andros' answer came, it wasn't at all what she expected. "You're bored," he said flatly. That was it, just two words and a simple observation that had almost nothing to do with Zhane's actions.

"Can you tell?" Zhane countered without missing a beat. "I admire the planetary defense, Andros, and I appreciate the time they've set aside for us. But we won't always be flying at the head of a fighter wing, and we need our own time to train."

There was another moment when she didn't dare say anything, just crossed her fingers and hoped this wouldn't be the thing that tore all the old arguments open again.

"You're right," Andros said at last.

"I am?" Zhane sounded as surprised as Ashley felt.

"Yeah." There was a pause, and then, "I'll talk to Marsie. We should be running some of our own sims."

The system's largest gas giant slid past on Ashley's starboard side, bright luminescence reflecting multicolored hues off of the sunward side. The rings rose and fell as their v-shaped formation curved around the ecliptic, and out of nowhere Kerone remarked, "You still didn't kill me."

"Oh, did someone else finish you off?" Zhane inquired, his insouciance back full force. "I must have missed that. Too busy being caught in the crossfire, I guess."

Ashley didn't bother to stifle her giggle this time. Kerone's indignant retort was cut off by Ty's bland observation that he was too busy taking care of the rogue zord to follow who was taking care of Kerone. But if she said that Zhane hadn't "killed" her, then of course he believed it.

"It's a good point," Andros said, quietly but soberly enough to get their attention. "Rogue zords, I mean."

"What about them?" Ashley asked, when Kerone and Ty paused. She suspected she knew what he meant, but sometimes it took Andros a minute to find the words.

"If... if one of us did go rogue," he said pensively. "Like Cassie... we'd have our biases. We wouldn't be indiscriminately evil."

"Indiscriminately evil?" Zhane repeated, sounding amused. "There's something to aspire to."

"I was thinking about the way you went after Kerone," Andros continued, undeterred. "You took me by surprise, but the only reason you got her was because you were focusing on her to the exclusion of the others. If you'd split your efforts between all three of them, they probably would have been able to neutralize you without losing anyone.

"I thought maybe your focus on Kerone wasn't fair, or at least... representative. I mean, if you were evil, you'd have gone for anyone who got in your way. But you weren't just evil--you were still you, too, the way Cassie was. She went for Saryn. You went for Kerone."

"I didn't--" Zhane sounded uncomfortable. "Well... sorry about that, Astrea."

"I'm flattered," she replied, with just the right amount of dry humor.

"It's just something to remember." Andros didn't seem to be listening. He might even have been talking to himself. "A rogue Ranger has more than strength and Power. They have their own memories and feelings on top of that."

"So, out of curiosity." Ty's voice was light. "Based on what you're implying, if you ever went rogue--would I be the first one to go, or the only one that was safe?"

Ashley bit her lip. Andros' rivalry with Ty might be entirely of his own making, but it was there and it was real. Ty couldn't be expected to just look the other way all the time.

"Depends how quickly you can draw your stunner," Zhane answered easily. "Andros' saber is heavier, so I figure you've got the advantage."

"With distance, too," Kerone added. "An energy discharge is a lot more practical than a close combat weapon."

"Says she who uses a staff!" Zhane hooted.

"A staff that discharges bolts of energy," Kerone reminded him.

"I see target practice in our future," Ty remarked, to the group at large.

Andros hadn't answered, Ashley noticed. That was probably for the best, but she couldn't help wondering what he was thinking. They were rounding the curve of RS-42 even as she wondered, so it looked like she wasn't going to find out. Andros was probably logging the patrol with the orbital satellites right now.

"Let's head down," he said abruptly, confirming her guess.

Their v-shaped formation dove toward KO-35 as one, flames licking the forward transparency as atmospheric friction helped steal some of their impossible velocity. The zords swooped in over the night side of the planet, still braking hard as they took the long way 'round to the Keyota hills. No one who was outside tonight would miss the five fiery trails against the inky darkness of the heavens--or the sonic boom as they failed to make it in under the sound barrier.

"Oops," Ashley heard Zhane mutter, and she suppressed a smile. They really tried not to make so much noise, especially when they were just sight-seeing. But it was hard to remember that people were trying to sleep with the thrill of spaceflight so near.

No one said another word until they were over their own continent and setting a more sedate pace. Keyota raced up to greet them as they cruised by, and then the hills were opening up to welcome them back. Ashley ran her fingers across the control panel to her left and the hum of transformation rumbled through the cockpit.

She had only seen it from the outside a handful of times, but she had a pretty good idea how impressive it was for the little delta wing ships to shift into "cat mode" without so much as a stutter. Speed and descent remained constant even as the zord's aerodynamics went straight to hell. Legs extended forward, the head came up with ears already back, and powerful haunches coiled beneath her, ready for touchdown.

Then she was racing through brush and stone, ghosting across the fragile alpine tundra with nothing but the displacement of air to mark their passage. The hangar loomed large in front of them, rising out of the hills like a giant stone den. The cats returned to it instinctively, and finally the increasing media pressure and frequent commute had convinced the Rangers to join them here.

Their former "v" inverted as Zhane and Ty loped ahead, Ty's black zord sinking into the shadows of the hangar just before Zhane's. Ashley followed, with Kerone on her heels. Her big cat stretched playfully as it found its accustomed spot: nose to nose with Zhane's zord, tail resting up against Kerone's when they settled down. Andros' would take the place nearest the door, the guardian's post, allowing the others to rest without worry.

Ashley patted the console fondly as she pushed herself out of the pilot's chair, whispering "thank you" as she reached for her digimorpher. Though the cats had never actually spoken, she had a sneaking suspicion that they understood more than their pilots knew. They certainly displayed social awareness and the capability for independent action.

Zhane, Ty, and Kerone were all out of their zords and unmorphed by the time she joined them, and Andros stepped out of the teleportation stream right beside her. "Zhane," Kerone was saying. She lifted one finger and gestured him toward her.

"Hello, Rangers." DECA's hologram appeared out of thin air next to her, and Ashley flashed her a quick smile in greeting. "How was the drill?"

"There were a few surprises," Andros told her, watching Zhane saunter over to Kerone. The moment he got within range, Kerone drew back and punched him in the chest.

"Hey!" The Silver Ranger feigned serious injury, flinching away when she came closer. "What's with the abuse!"

"That was for killing me," she informed him. She snuck her hand around his head and kissed him soundly on the mouth. "And that was for getting us out of doing those stupid drills every day," she added. She gave Andros a pointed look, and he just rolled his eyes.

DECA looked decidedly interested. "You were killed?" She gave Kerone a brief once-over, then turned her speculative look on Zhane. "What role did you play in this?"

"I killed her," Zhane said cheerfully. "Nothing improves a relationship like some totally safe target practice."

"I'm trying to decide whether to hit you again," Kerone muttered.

"Get back to me," Zhane advised, ignoring DECA's obvious curiosity.

"Zhane decided to add his own variable to the simulation," Ty said, taking pity on the Megaship's computer. "Namely, him. He went rogue."

"He started shooting everyone in sight!" Ashley corrected.

"It has been said that the drills in question may have that effect on a person," DECA agreed, with her usual equanimity.

"By whom?" Andros demanded, narrowing his eyes at all of them. "Someone could have said something before this, you know."

"And risk your wrath?" Ashley smiled at him to take the sting out of her words. She was maybe half kidding. "Besides, we do need the practice. It just gets old after a while."

"There are other training scenarios which would be just as valuable," DECA offered.

"Yeah," Andros suggested with studied indifference. "Ty mentioned target practice. And we need to start sparring again, probably on a daily basis."

Kerone was the only one who didn't groan at that announcement. They had put the sparring on hold while they moved, reasoning that muscles worn out by lifting and carrying didn't need any more strain than they were already under. Apparently that particular reprieve was over... Andros was by far the best of them at hand-to-hand combat, and he had no qualms about demonstrating it "for their own good".

"On a related topic," DECA remarked, deigning to segue for once, "your presence is required on the Megaship, Zhane. I have had more trouble adapting your Glider to its jump tube than I anticipated, and I would like you to test its performance before relying on it at a critical moment."

"Sure," Zhane agreed readily. "Can I try it now? When do we have to be at the luncheon thing?" he asked, glancing at Andros.

Andros gave him a look that said Zhane knew exactly when they had to be there, and he knew it. "Midday. Noon. Lunch is at lunchtime," he said impatiently.

"And not being served in a format that requires all participants to be present in order for it to begin," DECA observed.

Andros opened his mouth, then closed it again. Shrugging, he turned and headed for the nearest stairs without another word. His footsteps echoed on the metal grating before anyone found their voice.

"Want some company?" Ashley offered, glancing at Zhane. He was watching Andros and didn't seem to have even heard her.

"He's been doing that a lot lately," he said quietly. His eyes were troubled when he looked around at the rest of them. "Do you think he walks out in the middle of conversations more than he used to?"

"Considering he never used to do it at all?" Ashley murmured, mindful of the way voices echoed inside the hangar. "Yeah, I think he does."

"He's trying not to get mad," Kerone said softly. She was frowning a little as she caught Ashley's eye. "Isn't that... I mean, isn't it obvious? He's upset, but he doesn't want to fight. So he leaves."

Ashley looked after Andros, then nodded reluctantly. "Okay," she agreed. "I guess that makes sense. But..." She frowned too, trailing off as she thought back.

"But what?" Kerone prompted.

"He never used to fight with us," she admitted, giving Zhane a questioning look. Was that right? "Not with the Astro team, I mean."

To her surprise, Zhane smiled a little. "Sure he did," he said quietly. "You just never fought back. Andros always got his way, so what was there to argue? We do, though. We challenge him, and complain, and screw up his plans every time he turns around."

"Andros is not used to being part of a team," DECA interjected. When Ashley gave her a disbelieving look, she amended, "He has become used to giving orders, but he has never had to prove himself in terms of team building or leadership."

"We never asked him to," Ashley objected, troubled by the implied criticism. "He's a good leader."

"Agreed," DECA said gently. "But the fact that you did not ask him to prove himself is precisely my point.

"When the Turbo Rangers joined Andros on the Megaship, they were already a cohesive unit. Furthermore, they accepted without question that he was the guide they needed in unfamiliar territory. Never before or since has he had to bring a group of more disparate people together and convince them not only to work together, but to follow his example for its own merits, rather than for lack of an alternative."

"I knew we shouldn't have let you teach that psychogenesis course while the Megaship was grounded for repairs," Zhane remarked irrepressibly.

DECA gave him an arch look. "Would you like to hear my analysis of your role in team development?" she inquired.

"Not really," Zhane replied in the same conversational tone. "What I would like to hear about is how safe this Glider test is. When you say you're having trouble, do you mean 'it might scratch the paint' trouble, or 'I might be exposed to hard vacuum before I'm morphed' trouble?"

"I said that I had trouble," DECA corrected. "Not that problems were still manifesting themselves. Your Glider should perform to specifications at this time."

"Should, huh?" Zhane rolled his eyes at the others. "If I don't come back, at least you'll know where to look." With that, he flipped his digimorpher open and vanished into the teleportation stream.

"You scared him," Kerone observed, giving DECA an appraising look. "Unless that was a private joke?"

DECA's expression didn't change. "To what to you refer?"

"Your analysis of his role in team development."

DECA permitted herself a small smile. "It is a discussion we have had before, yes."

"And you're not going to tell me what you said, are you," Kerone guessed, watching the computer's hologram closely.

"No," DECA agreed pleasantly. "I am willing to discuss with you my perception of your role, however."

Kerone looked as though she was considering it, so Ashley decided this was the last chance she was going to get to excuse herself. "I think I'm going to wait outside," she said hastily, suppressing a smile when Ty shot her a rueful look. Maybe she wasn't the only one who didn't want their place on the team analyzed too thoroughly.

DECA inclined her head by way of farewell, and Ashley headed across the hangar without waiting for more. She gave the upper level a quick glance on her way past the stairs, but the catwalk was deserted. Funny... she was starting to retreat the same way Andros did. Did that mean anything?

It probably meant she should get her act together and figure out where her life was going, she thought irritably. She could study and train until she couldn't keep her eyes open, but anyone could take potshots at fake velocifighters. She wasn't doing anything here that someone else couldn't do just as well, and Ty proved it. He was a great guy, but straight out of agrec and he could shoot down as many simulated bad guys as she could.

Sunshine slid over her shoulders the moment she stepped out of the hangar, and she smiled involuntarily. The hills where the cats loved to play were bright and welcoming today, cool where the wind touched them but warm enough to notice when it was still. Green-gold waves of grass rolled in every direction, and the hills faded to blue and purple silhouettes against the horizon.

The city of Keyota spread across the valley straight ahead, interrupting the deeper colors of the landscape with garish sparkles. Roads and buildings washed up against the foothills, and here and there something stretched beyond the city boundaries as though nature might not notice if it kept itself small. The Kerovans were more respectful of their wild spaces than the people of Earth, but Ashley wondered if that wasn't because there were so few of them. Where you couldn't dominate by sheer numbers, you had to adapt.

She liked it here. She smiled again at the simplicity of the truth. She had missed KO-35 when she went back to Earth. Not just Andros, but his planet. She wasn't sure yet exactly what it was about the world that appealed to her, but it was enough to make her glad she had come back.

What she had come back to, of course, was a completely different question. She had thought she was coming back to Andros and the Rangers. But neither was what she had expected, and she couldn't help but wonder if she really had a place with them anymore. What might DECA have said about her, if she had waited?

She made a face at that, unable to ignore the fact that she was exaggerating slightly. As easy as it was to indulge in a good healthy dose of self-pity, she had never been able to keep it up for long. After all, she had chosen to come here, she did like it, and if it came right down to it... well, Andros had made Andros' life miserable plenty of times without her help.

"Hey," an unexpected voice said quietly.

She whirled, startled to find Zhane standing beside her. "Give a girl a heart attack, why don't you!" she accused. She winced as she heard the annoyance in her own tone, but before she could say anything else he gave her a wounded look.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Didn't expect you to be out here."

"Same here," she said, trying for an apologetic smile. "You surprised me, that's all."

"I'm good at that," he agreed earnestly, but the small smirk betrayed him.

She laughed, relaxing. "That's for sure. How did the Glider test go?"

"It's fine," he said with a shrug. "Just DECA being paranoid, as usual." Giving the view a cursory glance, he added, "What are you doing out here?"

Ashley hesitated, not sure exactly how to answer that. "Thinking," she said at last. Then, before he could ask what about, she told him, "DECA started psychoanalyzing the rest of us after you left, so I decided it was safer not to be anywhere near her until it was over."

He grinned at her in perfect understanding. "I have enough to deal with just having me in my head," he said, and she nodded emphatically.

"That's exactly how I felt," she admitted. "I love DECA, but..."

"She doesn't have enough to do?" Zhane suggested.

She couldn't help giggling. "Yeah, maybe."

He studied her for a moment, just long enough for her to realize he was doing it. "Ash--I need to ask you something."

"Sure," she said, making herself hold his gaze. Zhane didn't hesitate without a good reason. And when it came to the two of them lately, there were plenty of good reasons.

"I kissed Andros last night." The way he was watching her would get unnerving quickly if he kept it up. "I want to know how you feel about that."

She felt a flash of resentment and hoped it didn't show on her face. "It's none of my business," she told him.

"Why not?" he demanded. "And that wasn't the question, by the way."

"It doesn't matter how I feel about it because it's none of my business," she insisted stubbornly. "Why did you even tell me that?"

"Don't you want to know?" The stare was definitely becoming unnerving. "I think it's a lot easier to be jealous when you don't know what's going on. I don't want to be jealous. I do want to know what's going on with you and Andros. I figured maybe it works both ways."

She bit back her immediately defensive response. It wasn't that she wanted to fight with Zhane, but she hated that he made it so hard. "I wish you weren't so nice about all this," she confessed. "It makes me feel so selfish!"

Zhane smiled, but it wasn't the carefree look she was used to seeing on his face. He actually looked a little wistful, which wasn't an expression she had ever associated with Zhane. "In case you hadn't noticed," he said gently, "I have to be nice. You're the one who has Andros. If I want him, I have to share. You don't. I don't think you have anything on me when it comes to selfish."

She stared at him, remembering belatedly to close her mouth. "I... I don't know if that's comforting, or scary," she said uncertainly.

His smile became a grin as the wistfulness vanished. "It was supposed to be comforting," he told her. "It did come out sounding a little bitter, though, didn't it. Sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"Really?" She wished she could read him as easily as he seemed to read other people. "Are you really not bitter? Because... I think I would be, if I were you."

Zhane's grin faded, but his gaze didn't waver. "I'm really not. Ash--" He paused, frowning. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think we look at things the same way. At least... not these things."

She just looked at him, waiting for him to finish before she decided how to react.

"I don't have any problem being in a relationship with both you and Andros," Zhane continued, watching her just as closely. "In fact..." His shrug looked a little self-conscious. "I think it'd be kind of nice.

"I mean, let's face it," he added, a smile tugging at his mouth again. "Andros isn't exactly Mr. Social. And I had a good time going places with you last summer."

She nodded before she thought, but she kept her mouth shut. She'd had a good time too, but they were friends. Friends were supposed to have fun together. She couldn't even handle Andros sometimes--most times, lately. There was no way she was going to date Andros and his best friend.

"You seem to think it's one or the other," Zhane said carefully. "You and Andros, or me and Andros. I don't think it has to be."

"Zhane..." She didn't know how to say this, so she just blurted it out. "I'm not in love with you."

"So?" Zhane didn't seem fazed. "You've never dated someone you weren't in love with?"

That prompted an involuntary smile, and he grinned in return. "See? I'll bet I'm more fun than some of the people you've gone out with, anyway."

"Some?" She pounced, unable to resist teasing him. If nothing else, it gave her a respite from his scrutiny. "Zhane, your insecurity is showing!"

He smirked, not looking the least bit insecure. "It complements my eyes," he said, batting his eyes outrageously at her.

She burst out laughing. "You're terrible," she accused him.

He heaved a dramatic sigh. "All that, and insults too! You'd think a guy could ask a simple question around here without being put through the wringer!"

"Simple?" she repeated incredulously. "What is there about any of this that's simple?"

"You love Andros. I love Andros. He loves us." Zhane rattled the words off easily, going from theatric to sober in a matter of seconds. "That's simple."

Ashley swallowed. "Ask a stupid question?" she murmured, a little shaken. Zhane wasn't a clown. She knew that, but she still let herself get taken in by his act. Why? Because it was easier to think he didn't care that much?

"Not stupid," Zhane countered softly. "It was a good question. And it's a good answer."

"Yeah," she admitted after a moment. That was only the truth, after all. "It is a good answer."

She sighed then, searching his expression. "I don't know how I feel about it. About you and Andros, I mean--last night. I don't even know how I feel about me and Andros anymore. And I definitely don't know how I feel about me and you. But I wish everything didn't have to be so weird with us."

She half-expected him to say it didn't have to be, that it was all in her mind. Instead he nodded once. "I know," he said simply. "Me too."

Encouraged, she went on, "I feel like I've lost two of my best friends, you know? I can't even say 'I'm sorry' and get you back, because it's more complicated than that."

"I know," he repeated. His tone was quieter but no less sympathetic. "It sucks. But nothing worth fighting for is easy, and this is. Worth it, I mean. We're going to figure it out."

"I hope so," she murmured, glancing out across the hills again.

"Do you?" The question took her by surprise, and she turned to look at him again. His expression was one of muted eagerness and she couldn't help being puzzled. What had she said?

"Of course I do," she told him warily.

"You say that like you think it's obvious," he pointed out. "You've been avoiding us lately and I don't know what that means. Not when we're with the group, or when it's just one of us alone, but when it's me and Andros you always have a reason to be somewhere else. Do you not want to be with us? Do you not want me to be with you? If you're fighting for something I don't know what it is, and it's really frustrating!"

She swallowed hard. She knew his anger was aimed at himself as much as it was at her only because she knew him so well. "I don't know what I want," she said softly. "And I'm sorry; I know that doesn't help anything, but you make it look so easy! It's not easy, Zhane; it's hard and I'm not you. Where do I even start?"

"You start with us," he said firmly. "Not with me, or you, or Andros--you start with us. We're friends first, all of us, and we should at least be able to talk to each other."

He frowned, but even when he hesitated he didn't do it long enough to let her respond. "Let's go out and do something tonight, something stupid that doesn't mean anything, like paintball or laser tag or whatever. We can all shoot each other and get our frustrations out, and then we can go eat something and try to have a normal conversation."

*Andros,* he added, before she could say anything. *We're going out tonight. You and me and Ash. We need to have some fun.*

There was a moment's startled silence, but when Andros replied he made sure she could hear it too. *What?*

*We're going out,* Zhane repeated. *Right after the fighter briefing. Rearrange your busy social schedule so the three of us can spend some time together. Alone.*

He didn't answer right away, and Ashley held her breath. When a response was finally forthcoming, however, it wasn't at all what she'd expected. *Where are we going?*

*Do I have to make all the decisions around here?* Zhane demanded, shooting her a woefully exasperated look.

*I vote for laser tag,* she said quickly, repeating it out loud in case Zhane couldn't hear her.

*I second that.* He was just as quick to back her up, and the fact that he didn't verbalize it meant that he was reading her just fine. *Andros?*

*Laser tag sounds fine,* Andros said mildly.

"Is this a private staring contest," a new voice inquired, "or can anyone join?"

Ashley started, but it was Zhane that Ty was staring at. "You're talking to someone," he announced, before either of them could say anything. "Not--" His gaze tracked toward Ashley. "Each other?"

They exchanged glances, and Zhane shrugged uncomfortably.

Ty's disbelieving look seemed to be solely for Zhane. "Are you a telepath?"

"No!" Zhane exclaimed, strangely defensive. "I told you, Astrea's the telepath. She just doesn't know how to stay out of our heads."

"You weren't talking to her just now," Ty pointed out. His glance included Ashley this time. "Unless you're telepathic too?"

Ashley shook her head. "Not the way you mean it," she said, making herself smile. "I can hear Andros, most of the time, and Zhane some of the time. That's all."

"'That's all'?" Ty repeated incredulously. He looked from her to Zhane and back again before seeming to conclude that they were serious. "It must be a lot more common on Earth if you think being able to share two other people's thoughts is nothing."

"It's... it's not really an Earth thing," Ashley said uncertainly, shooting Zhane a look of her own. "I could never do it with anyone until I met Andros."

"Andros was the only one I could talk to like that until you," Zhane agreed. "I've tried to convince him that Astrea's telepathy is genetic, but he doesn't listen."

Surprised, Ashley tried to judge how serious Zhane was. He was perfectly capable of saying something like that just to shift the conversation away from them, but he looked... far away. As though he was only speaking to participate in the conversation, not really hearing what he was saying.

"Do you really think that?" Ashley asked, trying to capture his attention again. "Kerone says Ecliptor taught her to read minds."

She was instantly on the receiving end of two very startled stares.

"What?" Ty glanced to Zhane for confirmation, but the Silver Ranger was shaking his head.

"Do you really buy that?" He deliberately muted his skepticism, but it was clear that he didn't think she had any idea what she was talking about. "Ecliptor is a machine. He's built. He may be self-aware and occasionally compassionate, but DECA would be the first to tell you--"

Ashley frowned when he stopped abruptly. She was about to prompt him when a flicker of motion made her look back toward the hangar. Kerone shook her hair out of her face as she stepped into the sunlight, looking casually and, Ashley thought fondly, annoyingly pretty.

"The real question," Zhane remarked, keeping his tone of voice exactly the same, as though he was picking up from where he'd left off. "Is who's going to drive."

*Looks like we're waiting on you, Andros,* he added silently.

"Not Andros," Kerone said, joining them in time to catch that last comment. If she had heard any more than that, she gave no sign.

"Agreed," Ty put in with a grin. He switched tracks as easily as Zhane had, sharing an understanding look with Kerone. "He doesn't really get the concept of 'roads'."

"Or 'not roads'," Kerone said emphatically.

"What do you say?" Zhane offered, glancing over at Ashley. "Want to practice?"

She brightened. "Sure," she agreed, trying not to sound too eager. Zhane had been trying to teach her to drive since Christmas, sometimes with and sometimes without Kerone's assistance. The amount of "help" she provided was questionable, but it did add an element of humor that Ashley had definitely needed lately.

They spent the time until Andros emerged arguing over the seating arrangements in Zhane's hover. Ty's usual preference for front seat seemed to wane when Zhane wasn't driving, and Kerone laughingly suggested that he only called that seat to annoy Andros. Ty grinned but didn't deny it, until Zhane threatened to take the front seat and let Ty fight over the back with Andros.

"Wait a minute," Ashley interjected. "If Zhane's not riding up front, Kerone has to, because I have no idea where we're going. That puts Andros in the back with both of you..."

"And that's just not a good idea," Kerone finished, with something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle. "Maybe Zhane should drive."

"Shotgun," Ty said immediately. Ashley privately decided she had used that word way too often if even Ty was picking it up.

"No," Kerone countered. "I'm not going to watch Andros fume the whole way!"

"What is this, the chicken and the rowboat?" Zhane sounded exasperated, but he didn't look as surprised as he should have when they all turned to him with varying degrees of confusion.

"It's one of Cassie's riddles," he elaborated. He gave Ashley a look that clearly asked for confirmation, but she had no more idea what he was talking about than they did. "You know, you have a fox, a chicken, and some corn on one side of a river, and you have to get them to the other side but you can only take one across at a time."

Ty said it for all of them. "What?"

Zhane sighed. "You can't leave the chicken alone with the corn, or the fox alone with the chicken, because they'll eat each other. You seriously don't remember this?" he asked Ashley.

"Maybe?" she said tentatively. "What's the answer?"

Zhane shrugged. "I don't know. If you ask Saryn, it's to eat the fox and let the chicken swim. I don't think he really understood the riddle."

"Is everyone ready?" Andros' voice asked, and Ashley exchanged guilty glances with Kerone. He had just arrived, right?

"Everyone except you, apparently," Ty remarked. There was no venom in his tone, but Andros' eyes narrowed at the words.

No one could blame Ty for not letting Andros ignore him, but she saw Zhane shoot him a warning look anyway. Ty pointedly avoided his gaze, acknowledging nothing. Any of the rest of them could have said the same thing and Andros would have just rolled his eyes, even smiled. But not Ty.

"Andros," Ashley said brightly, slipping her arm though his and tugging him toward the hovers. "Will you be my navigator?"

His expression softened immediately, and she thought he was pleased by her sudden attention. "Sure," he said, smiling back at her. "Going to brave the city traffic?"

"Only to keep you from doing it," she teased, and sure enough, he rolled his eyes at her. She took the opportunity to wink over her shoulder at the others, and she caught Kerone's amusement.

Andros pulled her subtly closer, smiled when she did, and for a moment it was just like old times. If only it could be like this all the time, she thought wistfully. Psychological evaluations aside, this was the place she knew: at Andros' side. And whether it was in life or on the team, that was the only role she really wanted.

3. Thinking Thing

"So, how's it going, Ty?"

"Oh, you know." Ty dodged, retaliating with a kick that almost made it under Zhane's guard then spinning out of the way before Zhane could catch him off balance. "Eat. Sleep. Beat up on my teammates. The usual."

"Have to work harder than that to beat up on me," Zhane retorted. He launched his own attack, only to be countered with more force than he had expected. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself flat on his back with Ty grinning down at him.

"How much harder?" Ty asked innocently. Holding out his hand, he reached down to help Zhane up. "Because this is definitely one of your off days. Kill, by the way."

Zhane let himself be hauled to his feet, sneaking a glance across the mats at the others. Andros was sparring with Ashley, and the two of them were going all out. There was no way they were paying any attention to him. Astrea, on the other hand, was sitting this round out, and she was giving him an amused look that said she had seen the whole thing.

"So," Ty remarked. He had followed Zhane's gaze, and the expression on his face made the question mean more than just the words. "How's it going with you?"

Zhane shrugged, wishing it wasn't so obvious. "Fine. Hey," he added, as though it had just occurred to him. "Want to go out tonight?"

Ty just smiled. "That bad, huh?"

He sucked in a breath when he shifted his full weight to his right leg, dismayed to feel a twinge as the muscles tensed. It wouldn't last, not with adrenaline circulating through his system and the Power pushing his body's ability to heal past all normal limits. But it was a rare thing that he got hurt sparring with one of his own teammates.

Ty had seen the abortive gesture and was watching him carefully. "Want to take a break?" he offered. He was careful not to look sympathetic, but the question annoyed Zhane anyway.

"No," he grumbled, bending the knee that had been struck experimentally. "I'm fine."

Ty mirrored his guard when Zhane brought it up again, and he tried to focus. He wasn't in the mood to spar this morning, and unfortunately it was a condition that fed on itself. The less he enjoyed it, the worse he did, and the worse he did the less he enjoyed it.

Ty feinted to the left, and Zhane almost growled at him. Only when he had to force himself to tease his partner did he realize how bad his mood actually was. Teasing was easy, effortless, even when his thoughts were light years away. But this morning he had to work hard to keep his voice light.

"Can't blame me for trying," Ty shot back, a smile on his face. "I never know what's going to work on you."

"No one likes to be taken for granted," Zhane muttered. He made himself grin when he heard his irritation leaking through, and he lunged forward without much of a plan other than to distract Ty.

Somewhat to his surprise, Ty not only fell back but stayed on the defensive, blocking one blow after another without making any move to turn the tables. That was a bad sign, but all he could do was try to keep Ty too busy to implement whatever plan he had. If only his anger made him more effective in a fight rather than less, the way Andros' did.

Then Ty was gone, just not where he should have been, and he hesitated for a split second. That was long enough for him to feel a gentle pressure on his neck, hear Ty's voice pronounce the word "Kill" again, and for frustration to completely overwhelm him. He whirled--

And found himself face to face with Andros.

"Time to switch," Andros said calmly. "Ashley's going to work with you on synching, Ty. Kerone attacks, you and Ash defend."

"Sure." Ty shot a covert look at Zhane, silently asking if he was okay, and Andros saw it. He glared, but Ty waited until Zhane mustered a small smile and a nod of thanks before moving off to join the girls.

Andros did him the courtesy of preparing his guard, which Zhane knew he didn't have to do. Then he caught Zhane's eye and nodded once. "Bring it on," he said simply.

Zhane swung at him without hesitation, aiming for his head and following up before he even felt Andros' wrist block the blow. He forced his way closer, getting in under Andros' guard with no fear and less finesse as he forced the Red Ranger back. He actually landed a couple of punches before Andros spun out of the way, ducking past to put some distance between himself and Zhane--and the edge of the mats.

He knew, distantly, that the fact Andros was watching for the mats meant something. But he was too caught up to care. Going after Andros again, his technique was terrible and he knew it. He expected to be thrown back at any minute, shoved away and set up for a counterattack, or at the very least, hit hard enough to make him regret his lack of defensive strategy.

Retaliation never came. Andros was catching his thrusts, deflecting every punch he threw and pulling a few of his own. Zhane felt more than one blow land a lot more softly than it should have. He didn't even bother to kick, and that fact by itself slowly started to penetrate Zhane's undiluted aggression.

Andros wasn't sparring with him. Andros was letting him vent.

Zhane let his fists fall abruptly, knowing with aggravating certainty that he was perfectly safe in doing so. Panting, he tried to muster a glare for Andros, who--as he had expected--was simply standing there, watching him. "I really hate you sometimes," he muttered. "You know that?"

"Yeah," Andros said quietly. His expression didn't change. "I know."

There was a yelp from the other side of the mats, and he heard Astrea laugh. "He's just not as flexible as you are," she was saying, presumably to Ashley.

Zhane glanced over in time to see Ty get to his feet, rubbing his shoulder. "You think?" he demanded, looking more rueful than annoyed.

"Ready?" Andros asked, drawing his attention once more.

Catching his eye, Zhane didn't bother to lie. "No," he said frankly. It didn't matter what the question referred to: ready to spar, ready to talk, ready to do anything at all... "Not even close."

Andros nodded once. He made no other movement, and Zhane closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he tried to regain some kind of focus. He knew how to spar with Andros. He'd been doing it for years. Andros had taught him to fight, had gotten him through those first terrifying battles, and he knew beyond any doubt that he had nothing to fear from his friend.

He was in serious trouble here. He didn't know why, but he was losing what little indifference he had left. He couldn't turn his feelings on and off anymore, couldn't bury them where they wouldn't hurt anyone, couldn't keep the world out of his head when it insisted on coming in.

But he could spar with Andros. He knew how to do that. No matter how clueless Andros was about other things, he could read a fight like the keywords were highlighted in fluorescent marker. He had known when Zhane was about to lose it with Ty; he had stepped in and let Zhane throw all that confusion at him instead. He knew exactly how far to push, and how hard.

Zhane opened his eyes, letting out a long breath as he nodded slowly. "Okay," he said carefully. "Let's go."

Andros came at him with a controlled speed that was utterly familiar. That was enough to trigger Zhane's reflexes, and he responded to the first blow without thinking. That was exactly what he needed in a fight--to not think, to simply react, as though the movements came from his fists and his feet instead of his brain.

He recognized one of Andros' warm-up patterns suddenly, and he gave Andros a wry look as he stepped easily out of the way. *Making it easy for me?* he inquired, throwing the required counter for the next punch almost before it came.

Andros actually smiled at him, and he missed the step that would have taken him out of reach of a blatantly telegraphed kick. The kick landed gently nonetheless, glancing off his ribs with impressive control. Pulling it at the last moment put Andros off balance, and Zhane shamelessly took advantage of it.

Andros was on the defensive for the first time since they'd started, but he didn't take any more than Zhane expected him to. The intensity didn't ebb as Andros pushed in, fell back, tested him, and turned his attacks without effort. It was a comforting intensity, though, and he found himself getting lost in their old dance.

Andros was testing him; that went without saying. Only on Zhane's best days was it reciprocal, and this was not one of those days. But Andros knew how to keep it on a level that forced him to concentrate without constantly disrupting the flow. Ty fought to win. Andros sparred.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before he realized he was finally enjoying himself. He still wasn't in the mood to spar... but sparring with Andros? There was something hypnotic about it. It lifted him out of himself, which he couldn't help but be grateful for right now.

When Andros lifted his head to find Zhane ready to counter an attack he hadn't launched yet, the appreciation in his gaze cut through every defense the way his punches wouldn't. Fortunately, Andros chose that moment to relax slightly and rock back on his heels, acknowledging Zhane's readiness with a grin. "Way ahead of me," he admitted, gasping a little as he forced air into his lungs.

"Yeah," Zhane agreed, letting his guard drop with weary relief. His own breathing was harsher than Andros', and he leaned back to stretch out the cramp in his side. "As always!"

There was scattered clapping, and he looked around in surprise. Ashley and Astrea were smiling, and Ty grinned when Zhane caught his eye. No one said anyhing, but Andros waved at them absently. Whether he was trying to quiet them or just acknowledge the applause, it was hard to say--but knowing Andros, it was probably the former.

"Right, okay," he said, straightening a little as he turned to face all of them. "I don't know about you, but I'm done. Any comments?"

"It's about time?" Ty suggested.

Ashley clapped her hand over her mouth in an unsubtle attempt to stifle a giggle, but Andros just shrugged it off. "Good," he said, as though he hadn't heard. "Don't forget we're hunting this afternoon. See you then."

"Showers!" Ashley exclaimed gleefully, catching Astrea's eye before taking off for the stairs. Astrea laughed, but she was right behind her.

Zhane saw Ty shoot a look in Andros' direction, but he was determined not to get drawn into that particular drama. "Sounds good to me," he remarked to no one in particular as his breathing starting to even out. He was careful not to look at either of them as he made his own way toward the stairs. Usually he waited, letting Andros and Ty fight it out between themselves, but today he just didn't care. He was taking his shower, and he was taking it now.

He could hear Astrea and Ashley on the other side of their makeshift shower room, but the place had been partitioned at the girls' insistence. He could only guess from the shrieks and laughter that they were enjoying their own form of stress relief. Since neither of them found much comfort in physical combat, they tended to compensate afterwards.

Ashley was good at sparring, but to her it was an exercise, something to be done right or not at all. Kerone was deadly on the mats, but to her it was just that: a matter of life and death. She didn't practice her technique--she practiced killing. She was not a fun sparring partner.

Zhane let his head fall back, closing his eyes and letting the water wash over him. His body felt better: pleasantly tired, less tense and a lot less... restless. He no longer felt like kicking doors just because they were there, or even running, which had never been one of his favorite activities but recently had become an ideal way of putting distance between himself and the other Rangers.

What hadn't changed much was his state of mind. He wasn't going to explode just because Ty beat him at something he should be better at, but he wasn't going to go congratulate him on it either. He wasn't going to thank Andros for getting in the way, or for taking the "I hate you" comment without so much as blinking. And he definitely wasn't going to think about how gorgeous Andros looked on the mats, with his hair pulled back and his shirt clinging to--

His fingers clenched into a fist against the wall, and he swallowed hard as the water cascaded over him. Restless. Right. That was the word. He cursed silently, shoving himself away from the wall. He hated Andros for not feeling this. He hated being the only one to ache, to wake up panting in the middle of the night from "nightmares" that he supposedly told DECA about to keep Andros from worrying.

He turned the water off and reached for his towel, scrubbing at his skin hard enough that it gave his body something else to think about for a few seconds. His heart froze at the sound of the door. He must have looked awful when he lifted his head, because Ty stopped just inside the shower room and stared at him. Then, abruptly, he seemed to realize the door was still open and he took another step forward to let it close.

Looking Zhane up and down, he mouthed, Are you all right?

He felt his mouth quirk, but there was no humor in it. Mindful of the girls on the other side of the room, he shook his head wordlessly. When Ty moved toward him, however, he stepped back with another shake of his head. It's okay, he mouthed, trying for a closer approximation of a smile. Don't worry.

Settling his towel around his waist, he grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Ty caught his elbow as he passed, and he stopped reluctantly. Talking wasn't going to solve this, and he'd rather any conversation they had not be public anyway.

Somewhat to his surprise, Ty just squeezed his arm reassuringly. "We still on for tonight?" he asked, his tone casual.

"Yeah," Zhane managed, nodding once. "Take you out to dinner?"

"Sounds great," Ty said, with a genuine smile. He squeezed Zhane's arm once more before letting go.

He escaped back to his room without bumping into Andros, but there his luck ran out. He was pulling on a clean pair of trousers when the knock came, and he looked up at the ceiling in silent appeal. When the knock came again, though, he sighed and lowered his gaze to the door. "Come in," he called, trying not to sound resigned.

"Hey," Andros said, sticking his head inside. He glanced around the room before catching Zhane's eye, and he took his friend's half-dressed state in stride.

Of course he did. Because otherwise he would be human, Zhane thought, annoyed. He tried not to let it show on his face as he echoed Andros' greeting. "What's up?"

Andros shrugged, venturing into the room the rest of the way. He was still wearing his workout clothes, probably waiting until Ty was done with his shower before taking one himself. Sometimes they acted almost normal around each other. Other times they had a complicated system of avoidance that made no sense for anyone, let alone two adult Rangers. Zhane tried to ignore it as much as possible.

"Just wanted to talk to you," Andros said at last. He was gazing at the sleeping bags crumpled together in the corner--or maybe at the picture propped up beside them by Zhane's flashlight. "You were pretty upset with Ty earlier."

"I wasn't upset with him," Zhane blurted out. Since when did Andros go around pretending to be the team's counselor? "He got in a couple of lucky hits, that's all."

"Only because you weren't paying attention," Andros answered, still staring at the picture. "You were totally distracted this morning."

"Well, we can't all be you," Zhane snapped. "Sometimes the rest of us just have a bad day, all right?"

"Are you having a bad day?" Andros met his gaze at last. He didn't seem at all taken aback; if anything, the sharp words made him seem more determined. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

The obvious answer bubbled up from inside, and it took so much concentration to keep himself from saying it that he had none leftover to come up with a more innocuous reply. Andros frowned slightly at his silence, searching his expression as though he could read the words in his eyes. "Zhane?"

Zhane swallowed, but he managed to hold Andros' gaze. "No," he lied, keeping his tone as calm as he could. "It doesn't have anything to do with you."

Andros stared steadily back at him. "Don't lie to me, Zhane."

He blinked, startled, and Andros' frown deepened. "What happened to telling each other the truth 'whenever it matters'? It matters now." Almost as an afterthought, Andros added, "And this isn't a present-giving holiday, so start talking."

Zhane tried to smile, but Andros wasn't backing down. He was waiting, and somewhere along the line he had gotten a clue. Not a big one, apparently, but enough to know when something was up. It didn't get any less convenient than a friend with a little knowledge and a lot of persistence.

"I can't," he said at last. "It's not... the timing is bad, okay?"

"No," Andros countered. "It's not okay. I don't care about the timing; I care about you. What's going on? Did I do something wrong? Did Ash? Between the laser tag and dinner and that holoshow last night, I thought we were doing a little better."

Zhane stopped breathing, just for a moment. "No," he managed at last. "We were. We are. The holoshow was fun."

Andros' eyes narrowed, and Zhane swore silently. Andros was onto him now. He could practically see the tracks being reviewed in Andros' mind: the drive to Cayeron, the visit with Zhane's grandparents, and the trip down to the beach where the show was being performed. The lights and the way they made it impossible to see anything but the show itself, the blankets and the way they had huddled together to keep warm, Andros' hand in his while Ashley dozed off...

He could see Andros going over the evening again, and he was clearly drawing a blank. Zhane almost sighed in relief. Whatever sense had gotten Andros this far was failing him now, and he might yet convince his friend that there was nothing to worry about.

"The ride home," Andros said suddenly.

Zhane's eyes widened. He couldn't think of a single response.

"That's it, isn't it," Andros said, studying his expression. "Look, I'm sorry; I was so tired and I just wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to be so..."

"Flirty?" Zhane interrupted. Now the words came, almost tripping over each other in their haste to be free. "Well, you were. You were all over me, and apologizing for it now really doesn't help things!"

That made Andros draw back, an alarmed look on his face. "You... I didn't mean--"

"Don't tell me you didn't mean it!" Zhane burst out. "Don't you know that's the last thing I need to hear right now? I can't stop thinking about you, Andros! Do you know how much I slept last night? Not at all! Of course I was distracted this morning! I'm dead tired and I can't relax for anything!"

Andros opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just stood there, staring at Zhane as though he was speaking a completely different language. And maybe he was: the language of wanting, of desire. It wasn't one that Andros spoke often.

"I--I did mean it," Andros said at last, treading carefully into the silence. "I just... I didn't realize..."

Zhane folded his arms across his chest, refusing to help. If Andros got to be comfortably ignorant and naive, the least he could do was struggle for words like the rest of them. Some people should be so lucky.

"I didn't realize it would... bother you like that?" He sounded distressingly uncertain, and he was frowning again. "I guess I wanted... I don't know what I wanted, but--I liked--"

"I liked it too," Zhane muttered, his resolve to let Andros flounder fading fast. If only he didn't look so damn pathetic when he was trying that hard.

"You did?" Andros looked torn between relief and confusion.

Zhane sighed, taking pity on him. "Of course I did. What part of 'I'm madly in love with you' don't you get? If it's the part where having you practically in my lap turns me on, well, news flash! It does!"

Andros finally looked away, but he didn't open his mouth until he caught Zhane's eye again. "I don't know what to say," he said quietly, frankly.

Zhane drew in a deep breath, letting his arms fall as he shrugged. "Doesn't matter," he said, turning away. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it roughly down over his head. "Wouldn't have told you if you hadn't asked," he added, running a hand through his hair.

"You didn't tell me even when I did ask," Andros murmured. "It does matter, Zhane. Why do you do this to yourself? Is it to protect me?"

Startled, he twisted around to face Andros. "What?"

"Why do you--" Andros gestured impatiently. "I don't know, hide everything you're feeling?"

Zhane gaped at him for a moment. "You think I hide what I'm feeling?" he repeated finally. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or just roll his eyes. "Coming from you, how does that even work?"

Andros did look a little embarrassed, but he persisted. "You're not like me. You don't do that--or you didn't. What, is it contagious or something?"

He managed to make that last sound almost humorous, but the fact that he could miss something so obvious made it less funny. Zhane just looked at him, wondering. How long had it taken Ashley to realize she had to spell out every detail if she ever wanted to have a meaningful conversation with Andros?

"What?" Andros asked, when the quiet started to stretch. "What are you thinking?"

He let out his breath in a rush, not even aware that he'd been holding it until now. "Andros, the entire planet knows how I feel about you. I don't hide what I'm feeling. I'm not like you. And I don't know how to make it any more obvious than saying I wish it had been something a lot more fun than a cold shower keeping me up last night!"

"You want to sleep with me," Andros said bluntly.

When Zhane just looked at him, Andros shrugged at the floor. "Well, if you wanted to make it more obvious," he muttered self-consciously. "Just trying to help."

"No..." He was fighting a losing battle with a smile, but Andros didn't look upset about it. "Look, that's not it. Not really. I just... It's really hard to--"

Andros caught his eye again without lifting his head, and Zhane sighed at the expression on his face. "I can't touch you. I see you every day, and I can't touch you! You're right there, Andros! What am I supposed to do when you come on to me like you did last night? Pretend it didn't happen? Spar with you like I care when all I can think about is kissing you?

"I hate this," he added, before Andros could say anything. "I'm sorry; I know I said it was cool and you could have all the time you wanted to think things out. But everyone is thinking around here and it's driving me crazy!"

"Maybe..." Andros hesitated, but he was frowning pensively. "Maybe I'm not thinking, really. Maybe I'm just... making excuses."

He looked at Zhane expectantly. When there was no reply--what was he supposed to say?--Andros continued, "I already know I want you. I've always known that." A small smile played across his lips, and Zhane could only stare. Andros had said that without a single stammer, and it was a little bit... disconcerting.

"I don't want to lose Ashley," Andros added, as though he was listing the facts for himself. "Maybe I'm waiting because I think that if anything happens between us, she'll leave. But if that's true--it's not going to change, is it?"

Andros frowned again, glancing at the door. "I can't... stop caring about Ashley," he said at last. "If it bothers her to see us together, it's going to bother me. It's going to hurt," he admitted, more softly. "But--"

He looked back at Zhane, and his eyes held the same odd certainty that had been in his voice. "I won't ask us to wait because of that," he said quietly. "When I told you to kiss me in front of the others, I meant it. You're my boyfriend, Zhane."

The corners of his mouth quirked upward, and Andros added, "Start acting like it."

There were a dozen things he should say. There were twice as many things he should ask, questions any responsible person would ask when their best friend made a declaration like that. And he really ought to feel more guilty about putting Ashley out of the picture, even for a moment.

But Ashley had had a monopoly on Andros' attention for longer than he cared to remember, and there was only one thing he really wanted to do right now. The three steps he had to take seemed much longer. Andros' eyes, still focused on his, seemed darker. His mouth felt--

Zhane stopped thinking.

He didn't know how long he would have stood there, lost in something he was convinced wouldn't last, if they hadn't in fact been interrupted. Andros wasn't one to cling, but he was doing an awfully good impression of it, and Zhane kept waiting for him to realize it and push him away in embarrassment. Or for him to protest something--either the heat or the closeness, the intensity of the kiss or the fact that his hands were wandering uncontrollably--but he didn't.

Instead, it was a knock on the door that finally made him let Andros go. "Yeah?" he called, torn between guilt and impatience. Like he hadn't been moody enough lately; he really needed to be rude when he was feeling good, too... but damn, Andros was just standing there! Kissing him!

"It's me," Ty's voice answered. "I'm going to make some lunch. You want?"

He opened his mouth to say no, but Andros wasn't glaring daggers--yet--and he really did need to apologize to Ty. He'd been short even before their aggravating time on the mats, and Ty was probably the last person on the team that deserved it. But...

Andros tipped his head to the side, indicating the door. The message was clear, yet still he hesitated. Andros looked like... well, like someone buoyed by adrenaline and post-workout endorphins. His face was flushed, his hair was still damp with sweat, and he couldn't look more inviting if he tried. Was it smarter to stay--or run?

"Sure," Zhane said, loud enough that it could be heard from the hallway. So he took the easy way out one more time. Who was counting? He didn't really want to be around when Andros realized what he'd done, anyway. "I'll be down in a minute."

Andros waited a moment after Ty's muted agreement, probably so he wouldn't give away his presence until the other Ranger was out of earshot. Zhane suppressed a sigh, all too aware of the contradiction. Andros might be able to say "I love you" behind closed doors, but he was a long way from meaning what he said about acknowledging a relationship in front of the others.

"Ash is going to the library tonight," Andros said quietly. His gaze was fixed on Zhane's shoulder, and he was playing with the silver fabric of his shirt without seeming to notice what he was doing. "I think she wants to look up some Council stuff."

Now he lifted his eyes, but he didn't look any less self-conscious. "Want to go with her? We could... help, or something."

"Or annoy her until she agrees to do something more fun?" Zhane suggested, unable to contain a smirk. The way Andros' sly expression immediately agreed with his made him grin. "Sure."

Then he winced, shaking his head. "No," he corrected. "I can't. I told Ty I'd take him out tonight."

Andros' smirk faded, but he shrugged as though it didn't matter. "That's fine. Have a good time."

"Is it?" Zhane asked, studying him carefully. "Because if it's not fine, I'd rather know now."

"It's fine," Andros repeated. "Really. I have plenty of zord work I need to do."

Surprised by the implication that Andros wasn't going if he didn't, Zhane frowned. "You can still go," he pointed out. "You're better at annoying Ash than I am anyway."

Andros grimaced at him, but the amusement in his eyes softened the expression somewhat. "Thanks," he said wryly. "Now I'll definitely go."

"You should," Zhane said, more seriously. "We do things together. You and Ash should too."

"You and I work together," Andros protested. "And we do... friend things."

"Well, studying Council records at the library sounds like a pretty hot date," Zhane agreed straight-faced. "Should I start with the jealousy now or wait until you describe it for me later?"

A reluctant smile tugged at Andros' lips. "Okay," he admitted. "I'll go." Then a scowl chased the rueful amusement off his face and he added, "But just because you're not worried doesn't mean I don't want to hear about your date afterward. You're not going to the library."

He really tried not to grin, but as much as he protested Andros' suspicion of Ty there was something more than a little flattering about it. "When have I ever not told you?" he asked rhetorically.

When Andros narrowed his eyes, he amended hastily, "Okay, forget I said that. I promise, all right?"

Andros sighed, looking away at last. "You don't have to promise," he muttered unconvincingly.

"I want to." He touched Andros' chin with one finger and turned his face back toward him. "I love you, remember?"

Andros allowed another kiss, and Zhane hoped that would be the end of it. It didn't take him long to realize that was an overly optimistic wish, but Andros was being unusually accommodating today. They had, after all, gotten through two typically harrowing conversations with a minimum of shouting: kissing in public and dating other people. Was it so much to ask that the verbal tiptoeing end there?

Apparently it was. Or maybe Ashley just didn't know that he'd already filled his quota for the day. Either way, she caught up with him right after lunch and pulled him aside, giving him a nervous look that made him want to bang his head against the wall. Not that he thought it would help anything... he just wanted to do it on general principle.

"Andros says you're okay with us going out tonight," she said, searching his expression with her eyes. "Is that true?"

Zhane folded his arms, leaning back against the stairs with a smile. "Hey, Ash," he answered, as calmly as he could. "I'm great, thanks. How's it going with you?"

She looked away, a sheepish smile echoing his own. "Things are good," she said neutrally. Catching his eye again, she asked, "Are you okay? Kerone said you took a pretty bad fall on the mats this morning."

"I'm glad she's spreading that around," he said dryly. "That does a lot for my image."

"Like Kerone kicking our butts did anything for our image!" Ashley retorted. "You probably weren't watching, but I don't think me and Ty lasted longer than two minutes at a time against her."

"Astrea kicks everyone's butt," Zhane reminded her. "Andros is the only one that can take her when she really gets going."

"Well, she didn't have to try that hard this morning." Her lips twitched at the memory, but she shook her head. "I think we're going to have to do more group sparring."

"Yeah," Zhane said ruefully. "How about Andros against the rest of us?"

"Kerone against the rest of us," Ashley countered. "Bet Andros couldn't take her with the rest of us slowing him down."

"Slowing him down?" Zhane exclaimed. "Is that what we do? Cause Ty might not have that synching thing down yet, but Andros and I could take Astrea any day."

"Could not," Ashley countered. "And I'm going to tell her you said so!"

"Bring it on," Zhane agreed. "Tomorrow morning!"

Ashley giggled. "You sound just like Andros," she accused.

He frowned at her good-naturedly. "Thanks a lot!"

She smirked back at him. "I knew you wouldn't take that as a compliment."

He shook his head, amused. "What do you want, again?"

She sobered just as he remembered, and he wished he hadn't reminded her. "Me and Andros," she prompted, obviously not believing he had forgotten. "Tonight? Are you sure it's okay?"

"I already told Andros it was," he said impatiently. "It's fine. It's good, actually. You guys never go out alone anymore."

She hesitated, then pointed out, "Neither do you. Not since the tour, anyway."

"We never used to," he said with a shrug. "You did."

"Things aren't like they used to be," she said softly. "I just don't want you to think I'm trying to make them that way again. Andros didn't offer to come alone; he asked if I'd mind if you both tagged along. It was only after he talked to you that he said that you had plans but didn't mind if he went anyway."

"And you didn't believe him?" he asked, deadpan.

Ashley opened her mouth to reply, then narrowed her eyes at him in amusement. "No, I didn't. And you wouldn't have either."

He let his grin show. "Not for a second," he admitted. "I love him, but he can't read people for anything."

"So?" she persisted, smiling a little at that. "I won't let him come if you'd rather..."

She trailed off, and he studied her curiously. "What about you?" he wondered aloud. "Would you care if it was me and Andros going out tonight? Is it a date, or is it just another trip to the library?"

She bit her lip, considering that. "It... could be a date," she conceded at last. "I mean, it is a trip to the library, but if Andros comes..."

When she paused again, he filled in the rest of the sentence for her. "He'd better do something to make up for driving you crazy all night long?"

A giggle escaped before she could stop it, and she nodded emphatically. "That's exactly it! He's no help, so if he's going to look over my shoulder all evening I'd better get something out of it."

Then her grin faded a little as she considered his expression. "Unless--you don't want it to be a date, of course."

He tried not to sigh. Banging his head against the wall, here. "Ash," he said, as gently as he could. "I want you to go out with Andros. I like seeing you and Andros together. You do something for him that... well, that no one else does. Not even me. You make him--lighter, less focused. Softer, maybe.

"I don't know exactly what it is," he said quickly, when she raised an eyebrow at him. "But he needs it.

"Did Andros tell you what my 'other plans' are?" he asked, changing tactics when she didn't look convinced. "I'm taking Ty out to dinner. On a date," he elaborated, in case it wasn't clear. "With someone else. I promise you, I don't have any issues with you and Andros going out alone."

She looked at him for a long moment, and he couldn't read anything from her silent gaze. Finally she shook her head and confessed, "I don't understand, Zhane; I really don't. But if you say it's okay, then I believe you."

"I guess that's a 'no', huh?" He tried not to look disappointed, especially since she probably didn't know what he was talking about.

"To what?" she wanted to know.

"To me and Andros going out alone," he explained. "You didn't say whether it would bother you, if it was the other way around."

She hesitated, and he thought she knew what she was thinking. At least he did until she murmured, "I wasn't asleep last night, you know."

He tried not to let anything show in his expression. "What do you mean?"

"On the ride home from Cayeron?" She looked steadily back at him, daring him to feign ignorance. "I wasn't sleeping. You guys... I thought you were--cute."

"Cute?" Zhane repeated carefully. He wasn't sure how far he could tease her about this, but he had to do something about the awkwardness. "I hope you didn't say that to Andros. 'Cute' isn't usually what a guy is going for when he's making out."

"Cute is all he's getting," she said with a small smile that said she appreciated his effort. "At least for now."

"For now?" He didn't want to push, but the way she winced meant that he had overdone the hopeful look. "Sorry. No pressure."

"No," she said with a sigh. "You have to pressure us, Zhane. Andros told me what you said this morning, and you're right. We're just sort of... stuck, you know? Scared to do anything that we can't take back. You're the only one who isn't, and you're too nice to push us around."

"Think so?" he said, with an involuntary smirk.

"Yes," she said firmly. "Andros is right; we are hiding behind the 'thinking' excuse. I've already figured out everything I can on my own, and Andros thinks too much anyway. We have to just do this and see what happens."

"I'm in," Zhane agreed, trying not to sound too eager. Was he on a roll today or what? He should try not sleeping more often. Apparently people responded better to him when he was tired and irritable.

"All right," Ashley said, smiling again. "Good. I'm going to get something to eat before we take the cats out."

He nodded, and she practically skipped past him. At least bad moods weren't contagious. His seemed to have had the opposite effect, actually. It must have sucked all the bad vibes out of everyone else and tossed them out a door somewhere.

"Zhane?"

He looked around in surprise, and there was Ty. He looked entirely too casual, and little warning bells went off in Zhane's mind. "Hey," he said, straightening. "I'm coming back for the dishes, honest."

"It's not that," Ty said, relaxing a little. "I just heard that Andros was going out with Ash tonight, and--"

"You 'heard' that?" Zhane demanded. "From who?"

"Well, from you, actually." Ty gave him a sheepish grin. "This isn't the most private spot in the hangar, you know. I could hear you two clear across the way."

Zhane rolled his eyes, but in the back of his mind he had known they weren't exactly keeping their voices down. "No secrets around here anyway," he said, shrugging. "What's up?"

"Well, I was just thinking that if you wanted to--"

"I changed my mind," Zhane interrupted. "I don't want to know what you're going to say. Especially if it involves us not going out." He cocked his head at Ty expectantly, and the corner of Ty's mouth quirked in acknowledgement.

"Don't want to hear it," Zhane repeated. "We're going, and they're going, and I hate to think what kind of trouble Astrea is going to get into all by herself."

"Worse," Ty suggested straight-faced, "with DECA's help."

They shared commiserating looks, and finally, that was the end of it. The pre-dating game was over, by virtue of the fact that there was simply no one else to discuss it with. Or so he thought.

The clouds that had rolled in overnight seemed to have taken up residence at the bottom of the mountains. They weren't raining, blowing about, or doing much of anything except keeping the temperature down around its nighttime high. It was a grey day with little to recommend it weatherwise, but the cats didn't care.

No matter how much the Power compensated for his energy level, Zhane was still feeling the effects of a sleepless night in the middle of two overlong days. They all gathered outside the hangar at the beginning of the hunt, but he didn't bother trying to keep up once the cats took off. Instead he made his way slowly up the nearest ridge, improving his vantage point with a minimum of exertion, and settled down to watch.

He had been paying more attention to the zords as he climbed than the Rangers, so he didn't realize they were two short until a flash of violet lightened the gloomy afternoon air. He glanced over his shoulder, smiling in welcome as Astrea considered the view before them. She just looked, making no effort to join him, and eventually he turned his gaze back to the hills as well.

It was possible she was here to offer her opinion on tonight's activities, but somehow he doubted it. That wasn't her style. Which was too bad, really, since she probably had the most objective perspective on the team. He might have to ask.

Several minutes had passed in silence before she inquired, "Are you really going to name him Zip?"

He had to smile. "Yeah, I think so. He looks like a 'Zip'."

There was another quiet moment, and then Astrea remarked, "I can't wait to see Andros, in the middle of a battle, suddenly have to ask where Zip and Zhane are."

"Hey, are you mocking our names?" Zhane watched his zord overtake hers on the side of the next ridge, and he decided, "Zip's going to tell your zord that you were making fun of him. See how well she listens to you after that."

"What makes you think she'll believe Zip over me?" Astrea's voice was closer now, but he hadn't heard her move.

"Cause Zip has a name," Zhane said, shifting a little to make room for her as she sat down next to him. "That means I like him better than you like yours."

"My zord has a name," she told him with calm dignity. "I'm going to call her 'Magic'."

He considered that for a moment. "That's going to be so confusing," he said at last. "I mean, think about it. 'Kerone says Magic is the answer.' 'Magic made Kerone do it.' Kerone and Magic are outside, taking potshots at the city.'"

She giggled. "Now you're mocking our names," she pointed out. "Magic's not going to like that."

"Zip can handle her," he said confidently.

She let that one go, but he caught her shooting a sidelong glance at him. When he gave her a questioning look, she just smiled. "I like it better when you call me 'Astrea'," she remarked, staring out at the hills again.

"Me too," he admitted. "But I wouldn't be the one telling on you and Magic, would I. Just trying to accurately represent our teammates."

She smiled again, and he could feel himself relaxing. He could say anything he wanted to Astrea and she would take it at face value. He could say nothing at all, and she would take it at face value. He didn't have to explain himself around her. Suddenly that seemed like the best thing that had happened to him all day.

"Ashley says you think Andros and I both inherited our telepathy," she remarked out of the blue.

He was caught without anything to say. She had never admitted that her telepathy could have been inherited, let alone acknowledged that Andros had it too. Now an idea that had been quietly wandering around the back of his brain for some time had been thrust out into the open, and he had nothing to back it up with.

He settled for a nod, waiting to see if she would go anywhere with it on her own.

"Interesting," she said noncommittally.

He smiled to himself. "You're easy, you know that?"

She paused, and her voice was amused when she replied. "It's not something I hear a lot, no."

He thought about it for a moment, then offered, "Maybe it's because you're so sure of who you are. You don't... doubt yourself."

"Only every day," she answered. Her tone was still light, gentle. "I have no idea who I am, Zhane. I've been so many different people... I'm not sure I'll ever come to terms with my past, let alone my present."

"But see, you just said it," he insisted. "You'll come to terms with it. Maybe you don't know exactly who you are, but you don't depend on anyone else to tell you. You look for your identity in yourself, not in other people."

"I guess I've had too many people try to tell me who I am," she said softly. "And most of them lied. I have to believe in myself, now, or I'll never figure out what's true and what isn't."

He considered that for a moment, but it only seemed to confirm what he was trying to say. "That must be what makes you so... peaceful. You don't expect anything from other people. You just let them be whoever they are, because it doesn't effect who you are one way or the other."

She sounded thoughtful when she finally responded. "You're the second person to call me peaceful this winter. Saryn said it too, while you were all stuck in JT's dimension. I think it's kind of funny."

He watched Magic bowl Andros' zord out of the way with no regard for pack hierarchy. "Saryn, huh?"

"Mmm." It was a sound of agreement, but nothing more. She wasn't going to elaborate unless he asked, and he supposed it was none of his business.

"I don't think it's just me," she said after a while. "I think it's you, too. You accept me. You don't expect me to be anything, either... Ty doesn't think I'm peaceful."

"That's because Ty has something to prove," he said absently. "He needs you to react to him, to reassure him that he's good enough to be a Ranger."

She only nodded, possibly in agreement. If she wasn't, it didn't really matter. They didn't have to agree because, unlike Ty, he knew what Astrea thought of him. It was easier to sit and watch the hunt than it was to have a conversation, and she seemed perfectly content to do the same.

When she leaned against him he put his arm around her automatically, and when she laid her head on his shoulder it was the most natural thing to rest his head against hers. Magic and Zip continued to frolic with the others, following the hunt over the nearest ridge and disappearing briefly from view.

The rest of the team seemed very far away from here. The separation was a brief but welcome respite. It was enough to just be for a while, without thinking. And there wasn't any better company for that than Astrea.

4. Butterfly

Zhane looked young and very human in his loose-fitting silver pajamas. He had one of Andros' old sweatshirts wrapped around his shoulders, but for once he wasn't complaining about the cold. Instead, he was frowning over the emptiness of the hangar and the light she had left on beside the door.

"They're still not back yet?" he asked, jerking his head toward the light as he wandered down the stairs. He looked a little worried, and she was careful not to smile as she shook her head.

"They call?" He was trying and failing to look casual about the whole thing. "I figured they'd already be asleep by the time we got back, and that was hours ago."

"Neither Ashley nor Andros has contacted me," she said gently. "However, I am confident that if they had run into trouble they would have alerted us by now."

He shrugged, taking a seat on the bottom stair. "They can take care of themselves," he agreed unconvincingly. "I was just curious."

"Of course." She studied him for a moment, wondering if he had even been to bed yet. She had been keeping track of his increasingly erratic sleep patterns, and she didn't like what she was seeing. It didn't seem to be impairing his ability to function... yet.

"Whatcha doing?" Zhane asked, leaning back against the railing as he looked around the zord bay. She didn't need the light, but he probably saw little more than shadows in the dimness. "Anything exciting keeping you here at this hour?"

"The anticipation of your company," she informed him, and he gave her a sharp look. Her holographic interface smiled slightly. "I believe the appropriate followup is 'gotcha.'"

He relaxed, grinning ruefully at her. "Getting to be kind of a habit, I guess."

"Indeed." She wondered if stating the obvious might lead him to voluntarily elaborate on her observations. "You have not been sleeping well recently."

He shrugged again, as though it didn't matter. "Wasn't sleeping. I was reading and I got bored, so I figured I'd come down."

"Why were you reading?" she countered. "Whatever you are doing with your time, the fact that you are still awake does little to disprove my point."

"Yes, okay, I was reading because I couldn't sleep," he grumbled. "Are you happy? What does it matter, anyway?"

"It matters because humans must spend a certain amount of time sleeping in order to operate at peak efficiency," she said sternly. "You know this. I am only trying to ascertain whether there is anything I can do to help you achieve said effect."

He sighed. "If you could be a little less computer-like, that would help a lot."

She adjusted her speech patterns accordingly, moderating her tone at the same time. "I'm sorry," she said carefully. "I'm worried about you, Zhane."

"That makes two of us," he said, with a half-hearted attempt at flippancy.

"Tell me what's wrong," she suggested. "You know I'll do anything I can to help."

He smiled up at her, and it looked genuine. "You do help, DECA. Just by being here, and listening even when I don't want to talk."

"Is that a hint?" she inquired. "Because I'm not going to take it. Are your dreams so bad that you can't face the thought of sleep?"

"No." He shifted uncomfortably, refusing to look at her hologram any longer. "I'm not... I'm not having nightmares. I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

If he wasn't having nightmares, then he had been lying to her for several weeks now. Yet if he didn't want to talk about it, why tell her the truth now? She concluded that he did, in fact, want to share his feelings with someone, but he didn't know how to do it.

"Okay," she repeated, reviewing his physical state each time she had seen him leave his room at odd hours of the night. "But if they weren't bad dreams, they must have been very good ones."

His head jerked up, and he gave her the strangest stare. "I'm glad you're not really my mother," he remarked at last. "Could you go back to your regular voice? I think it was weirder to hear you say that like a normal person."

"If I have at times tried to simulate a maternal influence in your life, it is only because I felt it would have a beneficial effect," she told him. "Although I will never replace what you and Andros have lost, it was my observation that during your first days aboard the Megaship you responded positively to my adopted voice and appearance."

"Yeah," he said softly. "We did."

After a moment in which neither of them spoke, Zhane added, "I didn't mean to make it sound like I don't want your opinion. I just meant... sometimes it's easier to talk to you because you're not my mom, you know?"

"You would not wish to tell your parents about your attraction to Andros," she surmised.

"Well..." He swallowed. "Sure I would. I guess. I mean, Ma and Pa are the only parents I remember, and I told them."

"Did you tell them that you are dreaming of sexual encounters between Andros and yourself?"

Zhane shifted uncomfortably. "Okay," he muttered. "I changed my mind. There isn't any way you can say that that makes it less embarrassing."

"I assume that is a negative," she said calmly.

"No, you don't," he retorted. "You just want to know if it's true. You don't care whether I told Ma and Pa anything."

Her hologram inclined its head in acknowledgement. "I have found it is often less offensive to comment than it is to directly question. The approach has no basis in logic, but it is effective."

He didn't reply, and she wondered if he noted the irony of her explanation. No matter its usual effect, the technique had not produced the desired results this time. Zhane hadn't answered either question--the one she had asked or the one she had not--and he was not showing any signs of being more forthcoming in the immediate future.

"It is my assumption that you are here for conversation, not silent company," she informed him. "Therefore, I will continue asking questions until you tell me to stop."

Zhane twisted around further, putting one foot on the stair in front of him as he settled more comfortably against the railing. "That's why I'm here," he agreed, speaking more to the stairs than to her. "But I have a favor to ask first."

"Anything I am capable of is yours to request," she reminded him.

That made him smile a little. "Tell me when they get back, okay? I don't want them to find me waiting up for them."

"I will alert you in time for your presence to go undetected," she promised. When he nodded, she added, "Are you 'waiting up' for them?"

He nodded again, and she waited for him to elaborate. "It didn't bother me like this before," he said at last. "They used to go out all the time, on Earth. I was okay with that. I mean, it's not what I wanted, but I didn't obsess over it."

"You find yourself obsessing over it now?" she inquired gently.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Whenever they're together I wonder what they're talking about. When they look at each other I wonder what they're thinking. And when they go out together... well, I kind of understand why Andros flipped out over Ty."

She was quiet, recognizing his reflective expression.

"I told him I wasn't trying to get back at him." Zhane glanced up at her hologram, then away. "With Ty, I mean. But I was. I like Ty, and damn, he's gorgeous, but..."

When he trailed off, she ventured, "Andros' jealousy is better than his indifference?"

His shoulder twitched, and he started tapping his fingers against the next stair impatiently. "Sounds pretty childish when you put it like that, huh?"

"No," she responded. "It sounds like a natural reaction to being ignored by someone you care about. You want him to understand how you feel, and if he won't listen to words than you must find another way to communicate."

"There must have been a better way," he muttered, picking at the metal grid that made up the stairs' surface. "Andros didn't deserve what I did, and Ty sure as hell didn't."

"I do not believe Ty holds your actions against you," she offered.

"No," Zhane agreed gloomily. "He knew what I was doing before I did. That doesn't make it right."

"There is no absolute standard for morality," she remarked. "What is right in one situation may be wrong in another. Judgement is subjective."

"There's no one more entitled to judge me than me," Zhane declared. "And I say that I'm an idiot."

"I say that you are too harsh," she countered. "In terms of emotional impact, you caused Andros to feel nothing that you had not already felt. Revenge may not be any basis for action, but you are clearly able to forgive Andros. Why not yourself?"

"Because whatever Andros did, it only affected me," Zhane replied immediately. "So the only forgiveness he needs is mine, and that's a given. What I did affected everyone, and I haven't even apologized."

"Neither has Andros," she pointed out. "Yet you forgave him anyway. Is it not reasonable to assume that he has forgiven you in return?

"What about Ty?" she added, when he didn't answer. "You said yourself that he knows what happened. Yet he does not appear to hold any sort of grudge. Is it not possible that the only person angry with you is you?"

He stretched out the leg he had braced on the stairs, resting his foot against the railing on the other side. He looked at it for a long time, all the while poking his fingers into the grating without watching what he was doing. Finally he said, "Tell me why Ash shouldn't hate me, then."

"What should and should not be has very little to do with what is," she replied. "'Should' is a product of your own mind, while 'is' is a product of community consensus. Do you truly believe Ashley is upset with you?"

He ground his hand into the grating, making his skin go white around the edges of his palm. "She should be," he muttered.

After a moment, though, he relaxed his hand and looked up. "No," he told the darkness that lurked on the other side of the stairs. "I don't think she's mad at me. I guess... maybe you're right. Maybe I'm mad at myself."

"Why?"

He drew in a deep breath. He let it out without answering, but she could see that he was thinking about it. He might not answer her questions, but maybe he could come to terms with some of his own.

"Andros' hover is approaching the hangar," she said at length. She was almost sorry to disturb him, but he just nodded absently and swung his bare feet down to rest on the floor again.

"Thanks," he said, getting to his feet. "And... thanks."

"Zhane." She stopped him just as he started back up the stairs. "If you wish, I can make you something that will help you sleep."

He just shook his head. "It doesn't matter so much since we stopped sharing a room," he said, mouth quirking in an odd half-smile. Turning away, he added, "Thanks, though."

He was gone long before the door opened.

DECA had left the light on for them. Ashley smiled in appreciation as she slipped in after Andros, her hand still in his as the door closed behind them. "Think she's still up?" she whispered.

"Who?" Andros whispered back. "DECA? She doesn't sleep. She's probably writing papers on superstring theory and interdimensional travel right now. While she runs zord diagnostics."

"And updates the Synthetron files," Ashley added with a giggle. "Jeff complained last time that she couldn't do a decent pot pie."

He keyed the stair lights, and she blinked in the sudden brightness. "DECA?" she murmured, wondering if the AI had retreated to the Megaship for the night.

A hologram with hair paler than Kerone and gold eyes that caught the light stepped out from behind the stairs. "Good morning," she greeted them. "I trust you enjoyed your evening out."

Ashley glanced at Andros and found him looking back. They both smiled at the same time, and Ashley ducked her head to hide her expression. "Yes," Andros answered for both of them. "We had a good time. What are you doing down here so late?"

"KERI and I are engaged in an ongoing effort to revise the Drake equation," she replied. "We are attempting to redefine the variables in such a way that it will become universally applicable."

"The what?" Ashley asked, when Andros only raised an eyebrow. "What's the Drake equation?"

"It is a mathematical exercise pursued by people on your own planet," DECA informed her. "The goal being to determine how many intelligent, communicating civilizations exist in your galaxy. Jeff's interest in an institution called 'SETI' brought it to my attention."

"Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence." Ashley smiled, wondering how long it would take DECA to complete the entire SETI@home project herself. She wasn't going to suggest it--the computer might decide to find out for the entertainment value alone.

"Precisely." DECA regarded them for a moment, then commented, "Perhaps you might answer a question for me."

"Sure," Ashley said, a little surprised. "What about?"

"How pervasive is the delusion on your planet that other civilizations do not exist?" DECA inquired.

Ashley choked on a giggle, and she saw Andros look away to hide a grin. "Um... it's pretty common, actually. Sorry."

"Interesting." The hologram considered their reactions for a moment, then seemed to dismiss the idea as one more eccentricity of Earth. "Thank you for your input."

"Sure," she repeated, unable to suppress a yawn. "I think that's all the input I've got for tonight, though. I'm going to head upstairs."

"Me too," Andros said quickly. He still hadn't let go of her hand. "Night, DECA."

"Good night," she replied politely. Ashley glanced over her shoulder as they started up the stairs, but her hologram was already gone.

By unspoken consent they passed Andros' door and paused outside her own. "I had a good time," he offered, his gaze searching hers. He looked a little uncertain, and it made her smile.

"Just kiss me," she whispered, lifting her face to his. He did, and it was exciting and just a little bit reassuring. He hadn't kissed her the way they had kissed tonight for a long time, and she had forgotten how right it made things seem.

"I'm going to ask Zhane about his date with Ty," he murmured, drawing back at last. "If he wants to know about ours, can I tell him?"

She nodded once, letting her forehead rest against his. "Yeah," she said softly. "Just... tell him everything, okay? Don't try to edit it."

"I won't," he promised, brushing his lips against hers once more. "I wouldn't. Thanks--thanks for tonight, Ash."

"Ditto," she murmured. "See you in the morning."

Her fingers caressed his cheek as he pulled away, and his smile melted her heart. "'Night, Ash," he whispered, and she smiled back.

"'Night," she echoed, fumbling with her door behind her back. She stepped backwards into her room, holding his gaze until the door closed between them. Lifting one hand to her mouth in the silence, she touched her own smile and sighed contentedly.

Andros loved her. She had begun to question that before she had any idea how he felt about Zhane, and ironically, now his feelings for Zhane were starting to alleviate her doubt. Andros had said it himself: he could barely handle one relationship. He would never deliberately seek out a second, and if he was struggling this hard to keep her, he wasn't doing it with anything but the most sincere motives.

She felt her way over to the window, intending to turn on her room's single light, but something outside caught her attention before she could find the switch. A ghostly glow illuminated the darkness outside. A ghostly purple glow. The more she squinted, the harder it was to figure out where it was coming from.

Not that she couldn't tell by the color, of course.

Pushing the window open, she climbed up onto the sill and crouched in the opening for a moment. It was a long way down. But she jumped off her zord all the time, right?

Ashley launched herself into the air before she could give anymore thought to what she was doing. She twisted around her center of gravity, slapping her hands down as her feet touched the ground to dissipate some of the impact. She grinned to herself as she straightened, her drowsiness vanishing in the wake of the adrenaline flooding her system. Just the kind of "stunt" Andros would chide her for, saying it took years off his life just to watch. Like he was any better.

"Kerone?" she called softly, looking around. A sparkle too close made her whirl, backing off even as she recognized the ephemeral quality of the graceful butterfly. Its wings were outlined with twinkling violet motes, making the in-between places look dark and shadowed.

As she followed it with her eyes, it passed just above the grass, which sparkled with its own kind of luminescence. It was as though someone had taken pixie dust and flung it carelessly in as wide a circle as they could reach. When she caught a glimpse of shimmering grass through the butterfly itself, she realized the in-between places of its wings weren't shadowed--they were nonexistent. It dipped too close to the grass and disintegrated, reforming higher in the air a moment later.

Something made her turn, and she saw Kerone drifting through the grass toward her. Not literally drifting, but it took her a moment to be sure. Andros' sister was... glowing. She shook off the violet sparkles when she saw Ashley watching, and some of the surreal quality vanished with them. But not all of it.

"Welcome to fairyland," she said quietly, a small smile on her face. "Did you just get back?"

Ashley nodded, afraid that if she spoke it would break the spell.

Kerone lifted both hands and traced a heart in the air with her fingers--literally. A heart sparkled in the air between them for a few seconds, then the sparkles seemed to burn themselves out and the shape faded into darkness. "Did you have fun?" she wanted to know.

"Yes," Ashley breathed, watching the butterfly flit over to alight on Kerone's shoulder. "Kerone... this is amazing."

Kerone only shrugged. The butterfly didn't disintegrate this time, instead rising and falling with her motion. Another appeared just over top of the grass, climbing into the air between them, and she watched it go. "Too much magic," she said, almost inaudibly. Gesturing with her left hand, she tossed a miniature fireball into the air and let it shower more sparkles down onto the grass.

"What did you say?" Ashley asked carefully. She had thought Kerone was just feeling quiet and reflective, if a bit... showy. But there was an odd look in her eyes that hadn't gone away yet, and the way she was moving made it look as though gravity had suddenly stopped working.

"Too much magic," Kerone repeated. A third butterfly joined the one spiraling up into the sky, and a little circle appeared around them when they got too high. They vanished as if falling into a portal, and a moment later they were back, tumbling over each other at eye level. "Haven't had to use it lately. Want to do something with it."

She was glowing again, and Ashley didn't think she even realized it. "Kerone?" She bit her lip, trying to remember if she'd ever seen Andros' sister do anything like this before. Maybe it only seemed strange because it was so... flamboyant. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling fine." The butterfly on her shoulder turned into a lizard, crawling down her arm as she held it out and settling in the palm of her hand. "Don't you like it?"

"Sure I do," she said quickly. That was definitely not something Kerone would say under normal circumstances. "I'm just... wondering why you're doing it, that's all."

"Because it's pretty." Kerone held the lizard up to her face, staring at it as though it held all the answers in the universe. "And because I have to."

"Why?" Ashley asked, keeping her voice as casual as she could.

"Because," she said simply. "Want one?" she added, holding the lizard out to Ashley.

She smiled, a little uncertainly. "I... guess I like the butterflies better. Thanks, though."

The lizard curled and stretched, turning inside out before a butterfly lifted out of Kerone's hand where the lizard had been a moment before. "You can have it," Kerone offered. "It likes you. Just like me."

Ashley felt her eyes cross as she tried to keep track of the butterfly. Finally she lifted her hand to push it away, and it attached itself to her finger. She gave her hand a gentle shake, trying not to be alarmed, and the butterfly tumbled off. "I like you too," she said with a sigh. "Even when you freak me out."

"I didn't mean to." Kerone sounded almost sad. "I didn't think anyone else would be up."

"Have you done this before?" Ashley asked tentatively.

Kerone nodded, a distant expression on her face. "Ecliptor called them 'good days'."

"Is it... a good day?" Ashley watched the butterfly flitting around her face warily, but it settled on her shoulder just as it easily as it had on Kerone's. Once it was there it just sat there, opening and closing its wings.

"It was," Kerone said with a sigh. "When there were things to destroy."

Ashley blinked, but Kerone's dreamy look was unchanged. Someone else entirely could have said those words, for all that they were reflected in her expression. "Do you want to destroy things?" she asked neutrally.

"No." Kerone's eyes focused abruptly, and she frowned at Ashley. "Of course not. Why do you think I'm making butterflies and lizards and little fairy things? Does this--" she flung her hand out in a gesture that encompassed every glowing thing they could see. "Look dangerous to you?"

"No," Ashley admitted, relaxing a little as the alertness returned to her friend's gaze. "You just surprised me, that's all."

"Well, you're not the first one," Kerone muttered. "You should go to sleep. It'll be gone in the morning."

"Do you want me to go?" Ashley asked carefully. She glanced around, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're right, you know... it's really pretty."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kerone shrug. She understood then that that was probably the only answer she was likely to get, and she decided. "I'm staying," she announced, reaching up to touch the butterfly on her shoulder. It shimmied onto her finger of its own accord, and her smile widened. "This is cool."

Andros stared at her closed door for a long moment, and then his gaze tracked inevitably down the hall. What were the odds that Zhane was still awake? Probably pretty good, if his protests at KaliKay's were anything to go by.

Andros stepped as quietly as he could on the metal grating of the catwalk, pausing in front of Zhane's door. He turned inward, looking for the faint spark of warmth that had lit his mind for as long as he could remember. Ashley was fading as her attention turned to something else, but Zhane...

Zhane was bright and focused, clearly not asleep and just as obviously thinking about only one thing. Or more accurately, one person. Andros lifted his hand to knock before he could change his mind.

You own me, a little voice whispered, and he tried to shove it away. He was trying. He was doing his best, and if that wasn't enough then maybe Zhane deserved better.

Maybe? Definitely. So did Ashley, if it came to that, but he had long since stopped trying to tell her that. She made up her own mind. Ashley was strong enough to make her life into whatever she wanted it to be, and if she wanted him in it he knew nothing he could say would change her mind.

If she decided she didn't want him in it...

He refused to think about it. He knocked again, not bothering to increase his force. Zhane was wide awake, and he knew perfectly well who was at the door. It was just a question of whether he wanted to admit it or not.

The door opened mid-knock, and Zhane's flashlight cast a pool of light out into the hallway. "Hey," he said quietly, his face hidden in shadow. "I knew it was you."

"Yeah." Andros wasn't sure what else to say. "I... we just got back."

Zhane shifted, and Andros got the feeling he was being given a once over. "I figured," he agreed, his tone amused. "Unless you're sleeping in those clothes now."

"How was your date?" Andros asked awkwardly, when the silence started to stretch. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah." Zhane didn't elaborate, and his stare was too blank to reveal anything. "You?"

Andros nodded once, casting about for something to keep the conversation going. "Did you... did you just get back, too?"

"No." Zhane sounded positively curt. "I was reading."

"Okay," Andros said with a sigh. He wasn't sure exactly what had brought him to Zhane's door in the first place... it had just seemed like the right thing to do. "Well--I'll see you in the morning, then."

"Andros." Zhane stopped him just before he would have turned away. His smile looked forced, but he did smile. "Glad you're back."

Andros opened his mouth to say something just as casual. Instead what came out was, "Can I come in?"

Zhane just looked at him for a moment, and he swallowed. He shouldn't have said that; it could mean anything at this time of night and why had he thought Zhane would want to see him anyway? It was late. He was probably on his way to bed--

Zhane took a step back, moving out of the doorway in silent invitation.

Andros followed him, pausing when the light from the catwalk was lost with the closing of the door. Zhane's flashlight was the only thing illuminating the room, and he clicked it off almost immediately. Andros didn't move, heart racing until a chime preceded the flood of brilliance emanating from the lamp by Zhane's sleeping bags.

Zhane straightened, making no apology for the momentary darkness. "Come to interrogate me?" he asked quietly, hitching one hip up on the windowsill and staring at Andros from across the room.

He drew back, surprised by Zhane's tone. "No," he said, frowning a little. "Is that why you think I wanted to come in?"

Zhane shrugged, playing with the flashlight he still hadn't set down. "Why else would you be here now?"

"Because I missed you tonight," Andros blurted out. "Because I wanted to see you. I know it's selfish, but... I knew you were awake. I just--"

"Just what?" Zhane asked, when he stopped. The Silver Ranger smiled tentatively. "You were doing pretty well, there."

Andros bit back the impulse to tell him he sounded like Ashley. She was forever encouraging him when he stumbled, making him feel a little less clueless than he often suspected he was. "I just wanted to be with you," he muttered.

When Zhane didn't answer, he risked another look at his friend. Zhane was still smiling. "Funny," he said softly. "Sounds like we want the same thing."

He didn't even remember going over to the window, but he did know that Zhane had stood and moved out of the way, as though he thought Andros actually cared about the view. He caught Zhane's eye before he could get any farther away, and the Silver Ranger froze. The light was behind him, but even with the shadows on his face he wore an odd expression.

"Andros," he said quietly. "There's something you should know."

Andros was pretty sure the only thing he needed to know was whether Zhane would kiss him back if he started something now. Still, he had ignored things Zhane had been trying to tell him for quite a while, so he paused obediently. "What's that?"

*ANDROS!*

He gasped as the scream tore through his mind, and suddenly Zhane's hands were on his shoulders, steadying him. "Andros?" he was asking. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't hear that?" One look at Zhane's face was enough to convince him that the shout had been directed solely at him. He forced himself to straighten, shoving Zhane toward the door even as he turned back to the window.

"Get Ty," he said over his shoulder. "Meet me outside--the girls are in trouble!" The words tumbled out even as he pulled his digimorpher free, morphing seconds before the teleportation stream carried him out of the room.

The night exploded around him, full of starlight and purple luminescence and--quantrons? His morpher beeped belatedly, and he didn't even bother to acknowledge DECA's alert. There was no way quantrons should have been able to get here, now, with no warning at all. They had bypassed every alarm the Rangers had, not to mention those of the Kerova system itself.

But they were here and they were attacking and that was all he needed to know. He slammed into the first metallic soldier he saw, caught sight of Ashley, tossed another quantron to the ground, ran for her side. She was already morphed and taking out quantrons with an easy grace that looked unreal in the glowing darkness.

He didn't have any time for admiration as the ground next to him burst into searing flame. The fire clawed its way hungrily skyward, consuming a quantron he hadn't even seen until it was melting slag in the middle of killing heat and flame. He threw himself out of the way, but the fire was gone by the time he hit the ground. So was every trace of the quantron it had devoured.

*It's Kerone.* Even Ashley's mental voice sounded breathless, and he was impressed by her concentration in the middle of a fight. *Don't get in her way.*

He swung his leg around almost absently, knocking a quantron out at the knees before bouncing back to his feet. He slammed his heel into the quantron's chest while he looked around, searching for Kerone in the madness. There were more quantrons than he'd realized at first, and fear turned to focus as he knocked one soldier into another and summoned the weapon he knew best.

His Spiral Saber appeared in his hand just as he caught sight of Kerone, and he actually hesitated. She stood out against the darkness of the building, glowing as brightly as though she were teleporting. But she didn't disappear, and as he watched she flung her hand toward another quantron. This one blew apart from the inside, caught in a force no less destructive than the fire that had almost singed his uniform.

Kerone was surrounded by a respectable circle of quantron-free space, and Andros was beginning to see why. What he didn't understand was what made her want to expend such flagrant amounts of energy. He knew she didn't have unlimited reserves of magical power... so where was it all coming from?

He shouldn't have stopped. A blow to his shoulder knocked him to the ground, and he rolled without thinking, getting his weapon between him and the quantron looming over him. Before he could do more than get ready to counter, though, a brilliant flash of light knocked the quantron in question back and announced its imminent demise. Zhane bowled into it, Super Silverizer converting from energy weapon to blade mode instantaneously.

Andros arched his back and snapped to his feet, swinging around to cover Zhane's back. He heard an explosion too close for comfort, braced himself half a second before Zhane's shoulders slammed into his, and felt Zhane take the support and push away without hesitation. Their instinct, their rhythm... he knew it better than any words could express.

Ty and Ashley had found each other in the melee, and when Andros had a moment to be glad he was. Ty was a crack shot, but his attention wasn't easily split and he needed someone to cover him when he lost himself in a fight. Ashley often fought with Kerone, but Kerone was a one-person army right now and there was no room for anyone else in her ever-widening circle.

It was no surprise that Kerone was the first person out of the fight, but Andros still looked around when he dispatched his last quantron to make sure she was standing. She was tense and angry looking, watching Ashley trash one of Ty's quantrons for him and clearly frustrated that she could do nothing in such close quarters. Zhane spun around, shoulder bumping Andros' again, lowering his weapon only when it finally sank in that it was over.

"What was that about?" he demanded, as Ty took out the last quantron and lifted his head to look around for more. "Where did they come from?"

"No idea." Ashley threw her weapon away with a flourish, and it vanished before it could hit the ground. A gesture she had picked up from Ty, Andros knew. "One minute we were alone, and the next thing we knew quantrons were swarming everywhere!"

"Good thing you called Andros," Zhane put in, glancing from him to Ashley. "DECA didn't even know what was happening until after he'd sent me to get Ty."

"Kerone," Andros said, watching warily as she made her way over to them. "Any idea what just happened?"

"No," she said, tossing her head. "How would I know? I was just as surprised as you."

"Yeah, but we weren't the ones making quantrons disintegrate like they were dust bunnies," Zhane put in. She was no longer glowing, and the violet light that had illuminated the battleground when they first arrived was gone. "Want to tell us how you were doing that?"

"You know I can do that!" she cried, stamping her foot impatiently. "You've seen it before!"

Andros exchanged glances with Ashley, hoping Kerone wouldn't notice. He saw his own unease reflected in her eyes: Kerone was calmer than this. Once she might have been the easily excitable princess of evil, but she had learned to tone it down since then. She wasn't one to shout at Zhane just because he asked her a question.

"Sure we have," Zhane agreed. "One quantron, or two. Sometimes a few at a time, but twenty in a row? Or more? I lost count of how many quantrons you turned to dust or ash just by looking at them."

"I got it done," she said angrily. "What are you complaining about? They were attacking us!"

"Yeah, but why?" Zhane wanted to know. "What were they doing here? And how did they get past a dozen different security systems without tripping a single one?"

"I didn't call them here to destroy them," Kerone hissed. "But if you want to accuse me of something, go right ahead."

"Wait a minute," Zhane said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm not accusing you of anything. You took out an awful lot of quantrons without even touching them, and I just want to know how."

"I'm a sorceress, Zhane! It's called magic! What else do you want to know!"

"Why you suddenly have so much of it," he shot back, his voice perfectly even. "Where's it all coming from, Astrea? You never throw energy around like that."

"'Never'?" Her voice rose, and suddenly it dawned on Andros that they were facing off against her. Her against the rest of the team--but would she feel threatened if he moved to even things out a little?

"I never do that!" she shouted, her tone dangerously close to hysteria. "That just shows how much you know, doesn't it! Why don't you ask Ecliptor about how the magic never builds up, never bursts out when I forget to use it, never turns on people it's not supposed to when I try to ignore it! Why don't you ask Saryn about how it never explodes--"

Her voice broke, and as she gulped air into her lungs Zhane took another step toward her. He gestured behind his back, telling the others to give them some space. He must have realized how it looked, too. Andros nodded to Ashley and Ty when they glanced at him, and the three of them fell back a couple of steps.

"It's done this before?" Zhane was saying calmly. He didn't lower his voice, speaking in a normal tone that was clearly audible to all of them. "You have to use your magic or it accumulates and makes you do crazy things, is that what you're saying?"

"It grows," she said bitterly. "I told you that. It's always done that, but when I was on the Dark Fortress it didn't matter if I had a temper. I could blow up whatever I wanted, and no one cared."

"Hey, you can blow up as many quantrons as you want," Zhane told her. "No one's complaining, here. But if it's going to hurt you, we need to know what we can do to help. You said it happens when you forget to use it?"

She nodded, looking more miserable by the minute.

"So can you use it to do other things?" Zhane pressed. "I mean, it's not like destroying quantrons is a problem, but you don't seem very happy about it. Can you get rid of some of it before it makes you like this?"

"Yes," she muttered, drawing in a shaky breath. "I try to. I just..." Her shoulders fell as she sighed, and she glanced around at the rest of them. "I don't want to freak anyone out," she said, her gaze settling on Ashley. "I know you're not all that comfortable with magic."

"I wondered why you stopped teleporting so much," Zhane remarked idly. "You don't have to hide it from us, Kerone. We're a team, remember?"

"Yeah," Ashley seconded. "When I said you were freaking me out, I didn't mean the magic! I meant you being all--spacey. You're not usually like that."

"I think your magic's amazing," Ty added emphatically. "I want to see you use it!"

"So do I," Andros said more quietly. He looked from Kerone to Zhane and back again, marveling at the way they understood each other. No one else on the team would have been that comfortable standing up to her, that was certain. "We have the Power, Kerone. You have magic. It's the same thing."

"It's not the same thing," she said, sighing again. "The Power doesn't make you like this."

Ashley laughed, startling Andros. "You're kidding, right? Kerone, have you seen Andros fight? You think he's that crazy all by himself?"

"Yes," Zhane put in unexpectedly, and Ashley rolled her eyes at him.

"No," she countered. "Did you see me jump out of the window?" she added, addressing Kerone again. "How stupid was that? You think I did that just for the fun of it? Being a Ranger makes you a little crazy, okay? It's just something we get used to. All of us."

Andros lifted his eyes to the height of the zord bay involuntarily. She had jumped? He was unspeakably glad that he hadn't seen that.

"That's true," Ty said slowly. "I'm a lot more reckless now than I was just last year. I guess... you have to be, to do this kind of thing."

"Welcome to the club," Zhane said, clapping him on the shoulder cheerfully. "Isn't life fun?"

Ty gave him a wry look, but he didn't protest the gesture. "It's a lot more interesting than it used to be, that's for sure."

"Give it time," Zhane advised. "It only gets better."

"We still don't know how those quantrons got past the system sentries," Andros interrupted. It wasn't because Zhane and Ty were standing so close, and it had nothing to do with the familiar look that had flashed between them. It was just that there were more important issues to address. "Let alone the PD, DECA's scanners on the Megaship, and the alarms around the zord bay."

"They did trip the hangar alarms," Ashley pointed out. "The fact that DECA alerted Zhane and Ty proves that. We just didn't have any warning beforehand."

"We'd better check in with DECA," Andros said, his mind already racing ahead. "See when exactly she realized they were here. If they managed to disguise their presence outside the hangar bay--"

"They could be anywhere on the planet right now," Zhane finished. "We wouldn't even know."

Andros nodded grimly. "Let's go," he said, turning toward the hangar. Then he caught sight of his sister, and he paused. "Kerone?"

"I'm fine," she said, waving him off. She seemed to have regained most of her composure, though her smile was tremulous when she tried it on him. "Better, anyway. Don't worry about me."

"That's what we do," Zhane said gently, closing in on her other side. "We all worry about each other. It's a given, so don't tell us how to do our job."

Andros found himself smiling back at her, more than a little touched by Zhane's consideration. He really did know how to care for people. And he did it as naturally as breathing, without even thinking about it.

"This means we're not going to sleep tonight, doesn't it," Ashley said. She fell into step beside him with a sigh. "It already feels like I've been awake since yesterday."

"You have been," Andros pointed out, wondering if the PD had been able to pick up the quantrons' energy signature once they appeared from--wherever they had come from. If it had come, DECA would have that message for them too.

"I haven't," Ty reminded them. "And sometimes it's worse to get some sleep than none at all!"

"Complaints, complaints," Ashley teased. "I'll trade!"

"I told you to go to sleep," Kerone murmured, from her place by Zhane's side. "That's what you get for not listening to me."

Ashley twisted her head, pushing her hair back over her shoulders, and a moment later she remarked, "I thought I got a cool glowing butterfly. How long does this last, exactly?"

Andros glanced over at her in surprise, and found her holding an ethereal butterfly-shape in her left hand. There was no mistaking the purple sparkles that outlined its form... it was definitely something of Kerone's. But where had it come from?

"Don't know," Kerone admitted, watching the ground as they made their way down the slope to the front of the hangar. "It's not like the others; I gave it its own energy. So... until it burns out, I guess."

"Where did that come from?" Zhane wanted to know. "Did you make it?"

"She made a lot of them," Ashley offered, when Kerone didn't answer right away. "This one was a lizard for a while."

"I was just trying to burn some energy," Kerone muttered. "I made little... creatures. Ashley saw them and came out to see what I was doing."

"Can I see?" Ty asked, curiously.

Ashley held out her hand, and Andros tried not to make it obvious that he was watching. Then he caught Zhane's gaze out of the corner of his eye, and he smiled ruefully. The Silver Ranger grinned back, making no attempt to conceal his own interest.

They reached the front entrance to the hangar before the glowing creature's novelty wore off, and Andros had to remind himself to focus. The PD would have done a flyby before now if they'd detected the quantrons, and their absence didn't bode well for the state of Kerovan security. The Megaship's scanners had been enough to cover an entire planet in the past--could they do it again?

DECA's hologram was waiting for them just inside the door.

5. Used to Be

The hot smell and greasy sizzle was comforting in the midst of this still foreign environment, but he wished there was at least a window he could glance out of from time to time. There were windows upstairs, but most of the zord bay was set so far into the hills that it might as well be underground. The darkness was unnerving on those rare occasions when not a single light illuminated the shadows.

He slid the impromptu breakfast onto a plate and tossed another couple of eggs into the frying pan. The hissing snap as they spread across the hot surface was very satisfying, and Ty shot a covert glance over his shoulder while they cooked. He had long since gotten the hang of using one activity to disguise another, and it was especially useful among strangers.

They were gathered in the warmup area adjacent to the mats, sprawled over furniture that had once belonged to Zhane's grandparents and looking... well, decidedly un-Ranger-like. Ashley and Astrea were sharing a bowl-shaped chair, ostensibly so they could both use the same portable network access to DECA's mainframe. But they were huddled up against each other in a way that made him wonder if he should just assume they were lovers. Between their tangled personal relationships and his own precarious status on the team, he had never dared ask.

Andros was slouched against the back of the sofa, brooding over his own reader as he tried to backtrack along the quantrons' route into Kerovan space. That was what he had been doing half an hour ago, anyway. It was hard to say how much he was accomplishing now, with the distant look on his face and Zhane's head against his shoulder. The Silver Ranger had been dozing for some time now, and no one, least of all Andros, had the heart to wake him.

The quiet crackle was tapering off, and he turned back to the stove absently. If he wasn't sure that the rest of the Rangers were as confused in their own way as he was, he'd feel more uncomfortable about being here now. As it was, he knew little of their real personalities and even less of their history, and the fact that they weren't deliberately excluding him was the only thing that made it bearable.

He caught Ashley's eye by accident as he collected plates, and she smiled. Pushing Astrea's hand out of the way, she disentangled herself from their nest before he could say a word. Bouncing to her feet in a way that was amazingly energetic for someone who had been up all night, she joined him at the stove with an appreciative sniff.

"Ty," she said sincerely, "I think you've just saved all our lives." Pushing him back toward the others, she added, "At least let me serve!"

She took a plate and followed on his heels, shooing him along when he tried to resist. "Sit down," she urged. "What else do you want? Can I get you something to drink?"

"Juice?" he suggested, a little hesitant to push her generosity. She handed him his plate as soon as he sat down, spinning away to fill his request immediately.

"You got it," she said cheerfully, calling over her shoulder as she grabbed a glass and poured his juice for him. A moment later she presented it to him with a flourish, then waited expectantly. "What else, O Maker of Food?"

He had to grin at her appellation, but he shook his head. "This is fine... thanks, Ashley."

"Thank you," she responded. "We'd all have died from starvation a long time ago without you."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed another plate and offered it to Andros. He looked up, apparently surprised out of his moodiness, and shook his head automatically. Ashley set the plate down on the table in front of the sofa, then leaned over and said something too softly for Ty to overhear.

Zhane shifted as she turned away and headed back for the last two plates. "I heard that," he mumbled, not lifting his head. His eyes opened reluctantly, squinting as they tried to follow Ashley's movement.

"Good!" Ashley didn't seem the least bit surprised, and Ty glanced over at Astrea. She was frowning, looking from Ashley to Zhane. She didn't seem to have any idea what they were talking about either.

"She was just kidding," Andros muttered, now looking distinctly uncomfortable.

Ashley had transferred two omelets onto a single plate and was bringing it over to Astrea's chair. "No, I wasn't," she informed them, handing Kerone the plate and two forks while she climbed back into the chair. "It would be cute."

"What would be?" Astrea demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"If Andros kissed him awake," Ashley said nonchalantly, taking a fork from Astrea. "Wouldn't that be cute?"

Astrea seemed to consider that, and Ty shot another look at Andros. The Red Ranger looked nothing short of mortified, and Zhane wasn't making things any better by refusing to sit up. In fact, the Silver Ranger seemed determined to stay right where he was for as long as he could get away with it. He had closed his eyes again, a small smile the only evidence that he was paying any attention to the conversation.

"Yes," Astrea decided at last. "But you know how demonstrative Andros isn't. The only reason he let Zhane sleep on him is because no one said anything until now."

"That's true," Ashley agreed, cutting off a piece of her omelet with her fork. Astrea was still holding the plate and watching her, for all the world as though they were the only two people in the room. "Andros doesn't really know how to start things like that anyway."

"Well, he is my brother." Astrea was frowning down at their plate. "I got all the emotional expression in the family. Andros was sulky and withdrawn from an early age."

Ty tried not to choke on his breakfast. Their deliberate obliviousness to Andros' reaction was an obvious attempt to force the Red Ranger's hand, and he appeared to be falling for it. Prodding Zhane so gently that if he'd truly been asleep it never would have woken him, Andros grumbled, "They're not going to let up until I kiss you, you know."

With an exaggerated groan, Zhane detached himself from Andros' shoulder and sat up with unmistakable stiffness. Pressing his hands against his eyes and then lowering them, he blinked his eyes wide in a fairly convincing effort to dispel the fog of sleep. Fixing his gaze on the table, he only shrugged as he reached for Andros' plate.

"Too bad for you," Zhane said, taking the plate and retreating to the other end of the sofa. "Guess you'll just have to take it."

"Ouch," Ashley remarked. Her tone was calm enough that she might have been commenting on a holoshow, and one that she wasn't particularly interested in at that. But her eyes gleamed with amusement, and Ty didn't miss the nudge she gave Astrea when Andros turned a hurt look on his friend. "Rejected!"

"He deserved it," Astrea argued. "That wasn't very romantic. Zhane could have done better."

Instead of rising to the bait, Zhane just sighed. "Guys," he muttered. His gaze was still focused on his plate. "Knock it off, all right?"

"Maybe we should set a better example," Ashley suggested impishly. She didn't seem at all deterred by Zhane's reluctance. "Would you let me kiss you if I asked?"

A smile tugged at Astrea's expression, and she demurred, "If you asked nicely."

"Pretty please?" Ashley waited until Astrea nodded, then leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. She couldn't regain her balance afterward, and the two of them dissolved into giggles as they tried to resettle themselves in the chair.

They weren't lovers. If nothing else, the awkwardness of their "kiss" had convinced Ty of that. But he could see Andros' disconcerted expression out of the corner of his eye, and Zhane didn't look amused. He hadn't even lifted his head to watch them. The Silver Ranger had it bad, and unless Ty missed his guess, a "pretty please" on Andros' part would have gotten him anything he wanted.

"I can't find anything on the quantrons," Andros declared, tossing his reader down on the table and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "If they passed any of the system sentries, they were really well cloaked."

"Thanks for making breakfast, Ty," Zhane added pointedly. He still wasn't meeting anyone's eye, but he did flash a distracted smile in Ty's direction.

"You're welcome," Ty said, when Astrea added her thanks and Ashley nodded in emphatic agreement. "I'd have made enough for everyone if I'd known you were awake."

"S'all right." Zhane didn't bother to deny it. "Andros doesn't want his."

Andros opened his mouth, possibly to contradict him, then closed it again quickly. Ty tried not to smile. Zhane wasn't happy. Ty wasn't sure exactly what had upset him, and he was willing to bet Andros wasn't either. But Andros wasn't taking any chances that he might make it worse.

"So if the quantrons didn't pass the system sentries," Ashley said, swallowing another mouthful as she hurried to fill the silence, "how did they get here?"

"I'm not saying they didn't pass them." Andros rested his forehead against his hand for a moment before lifting his head again. "I'm just saying they have a cloak we can't detect."

"It's not much good if you can detect it," Astrea reminded him. "DECA knew they were here as soon as they materialized on the surface, so that's something. If we can get her continuous satellite and sentry access, she'll be able to monitor those the same way. At least that will keep them from taking over anything without us knowing."

Andros nodded absently. "We'll have to let the Council know eventually. I don't think Marsie contacted them after she left here."

"Someone has to contact the Frontier Defense, too," Ashley pointed out. "Or can we just send them our tactical logs? I don't know what they need."

"We don't really have any information that's not in the logs," Andros said with a sigh. "And it's not like they're going out of their way to help us, anyway."

"We could see if Saryn knows anything," Ashley suggested. "He'd be more likely to tell us than they would."

Andros glanced over at her, then raised an eyebrow. "Kerone?"

She mimicked his expression. "What?"

Ashley poked her. "Want to call Saryn for us?"

Astrea looked genuinely surprised. "Why me?" she demanded.

"Because he likes you," Andros said patiently. "Ask him if he knows anything about quantrons that don't set off perimeter alarms."

Astrea sighed, but she pushed herself out of the chair without further protest. She didn't contradict Andros' assertion, either, and Ty couldn't help being curious. She had mentioned Saryn after her little magic explosion too, and he wondered what grounds the two could possibly have for friendship. As Divatox's erstwhile successor, the galaxies knew Astronema had inherited her vendetta against the Phantom Ranger. Even leaving the side of evil didn't erase that kind of history.

"KOSN," Astrea told the nearest monitor, and it must have prompted her for a network password.

"Authorization confirmed," he heard the network respond a moment later. "Welcome to the Kerovan Security Network, Kerone."

"Defense Comm," she told it. "Interstellar for Elisia."

"Compliance." The Defense Comm logo flashed across the screen as Ty turned in his chair to watch, and then KOSN requested, "Please specify recipient."

"Saryn, Red Ranger."

Ashley and Zhane were still eating, Ty noticed. They were both watching Astrea, as he had been, but Zhane had almost finished his breakfast and Ashley was starting in on Astrea's. Andros was watching them instead, though he looked over at the comm when a chime indicated the link had been established.

"You're connected to Cassie and Saryn's place," a female voice said cheerfully. "I'm not here and Saryn's ignoring the comm, so call the compound if it's important."

Past Astrea's figure, Ty could see the Elisian Ranger logo replace the animated image. He knew that "Cassie" had once been an Astro Ranger, and that she had married a Ranger from Elisia. What he was less certain about was why her former teammates would try to contact her husband instead of her when they wanted unofficial information.

"Hi Saryn," Astrea was saying. "We had some quantrons show up at the hangar last night, and we want to know whether anyone else has been taken by surprise recently. They didn't set off a single alarm until they were onplanet and right outside our door. Andros figures you'll tell me more than you'd tell him, so that's why I'm calling. That's all.

"End message," she added, and the Defense Comm screen appeared once more. "KOSN, logoff."

"Compliance," the system replied. The terminal darkened immediately.

"That was nice," Zhane remarked, but his tone was amused. "Give Andros an insecurity complex while you're at it."

"He likes me because I tell the truth," Astrea informed him as she returned to her seat. She pushed Ashley's legs out of the way and settled herself back into the chair. "You're not exactly the world's expert on what works with Saryn, so be quiet."

"Oh, I know what works on Saryn." Zhane's good humor apparently restored, he grinned at her insolently. "Family. He likes you 'cause you remind him of his little sister."

"I do not!" Astrea's protest was automatic, but then she paused. "Do I?"

Zhane just shrugged, but Ashley was giving her friend a speculative look. "You do kind of look like her. A little. And you don't take any crap. Mirine's like that too."

Astrea frowned, but she looked more pensive than displeased. "Mirine doesn't have curly hair," she said after a moment.

"Neither do you!" Ashley exchanged odd glances with Zhane, a smile tugging at her expression. "What does that have to do with it?"

Astrea shook her head, reaching for the fork Ashley had left on their plate. "Nothing," she said absently. "Just something he said to me once."

Taking what might have been her first bite of food all morning, she added, "This is really good, Ty. Thanks for making breakfast for us."

"My pleasure," he said automatically, and she smiled over at him.

"I've got the dishes," Zhane offered, pushing himself to his feet. He came around the table and picked Ty's empty juice glass up off the floor. Setting it on his plate, he held out his hand to take Ty's plate too.

"Thanks," he said, giving it up without protest. "Want some help?"

"That's all right." Zhane was already heading toward the sink. "You cook, I clean. It works out."

Andros was standing too, and Ty watched as he collected Ashley and Astrea's mostly empty plate without a word. The Red Ranger made his way silently past Ty's chair, and he turned in his seat to see what would happen. Andros was being too quiet, even for--well, Andros.

"Hey," Zhane said, turning abruptly. "Does anyone--"

The rest of the question was lost as he came face to face with Andros. "Hi," he said, after a brief but obvious hesitation. Reaching for the plate, he added quickly, "Thanks. Go sit down; I've got it."

Andros didn't relinquish the plate. "I'll do them," he said quietly.

Zhane was frowning. "I said I'd do it. It's not a big deal."

"It is to me." Andros didn't budge. "Let me do it."

"No," Zhane countered. Suddenly, though, his lips quirked. "This is stupid," he admitted. "I'll wash. You dry."

Ty's chair creaked, and he looked around in surprise as Ashley leaned against the arm. "Did I get all the important ones?" she asked, offering him the reader she'd grabbed when Astrea got up. "They're DECA's logs from last night's attack. I was tempted to send everything, but that would be mean."

"They do it to us," Astrea muttered, from her place in the bowl chair.

"Ignore her," Ashley told him. "She was the princess of evil, you know."

"'Was'?" Astrea repeated innocently.

Ashley giggled, but she waited for him to skim through the logs she had selected for transmission to the Frontier Defense. They included not only the quantrons' detection and subsequent destruction, but also the records from the ground and space immediately before the attack. They clearly showed no trace of orbital drop points, atmospheric entry, or teleportation.

"Looks good," he said, passing it back. "I'm no expert on the Frontier Defense, but that pretty much covers it."

"You missed a spot," Andros remarked, and they both looked up in surprise.

"Shut up," Zhane responded, not missing a beat. Neither of them were paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation behind them.

"Andros," Ashley interrupted, raising her voice. "I'm sending the logs to the Frontier Defense, all right?"

Andros turned, leaning back against the sink as he dried one of the plates. "Sure," he agreed. "While you have them, would you pass them on to Marsie too?"

"You got it," Ashley replied, hitting the "upload" command on her reader. She glanced over at Astrea, and got a nod from Andros' sister.

"DECA's sending them now," Astrea said a moment later. "Who gets to tell the Council?"

"I'll do it," Andros said with a sigh. Setting down the plate he'd been drying, he watched Zhane sponge the last one clean. "They're not meeting today, so I'll just leave them an official notice. It's not like there's anything they can do about it anyway."

"Except panic," Zhane put in, handing Andros the plate. "Which they will."

"Well, they can do that tomorrow," Andros said firmly. "Ash, did you get DECA the access she wanted?"

"Yes." Astrea answered before Ashley could. "The Megaship has a continuous feed from all of the sentries and most of the security satellites. She says planetary surveillance is 'adequate', but she'd like a geosync orbit over Keyota if we can get it."

"I'll work on it," Zhane offered. He was talking over his shoulder as he scrubbed the frying pan, and Andros was waiting again. They didn't have cupboards, so putting the dishes away wasn't slowing him down any. "I know how to sweet talk the traffic authorities."

"You know how to sweet talk everyone," Ashley corrected, dropping her reader on the table as she walked around to the sofa. Draping herself over the cushions, she braced her head against her hand and smiled in Zhane's general direction. "It's a gift."

"True," Zhane agreed cheerfully. Ty glanced back at him just in time to see him hand the frying pan to Andros and dry his hands off on the dishtowel. Ignoring Andros' look, he came back over to them and snatched the network access out of Astrea's hand. "Thanks."

"Any time," she said dryly. "Can we sleep now?"

"Since when do you sleep?" Zhane wanted to know, leaning against the back of her chair. He held the access pad over her head, entering commands with one hand and apparently paying no attention to her answer.

Astrea pointed wordlessly at Ashley, who had closed her eyes and was resting her head on the arm of the sofa. She opened her eyes again at the sudden silence, looking over at the people who had spoken last. She wrinkled her nose when she saw Astrea staring back at her, but she didn't protest.

"Let's take a break." Andros' voice came from right beside Ty, and he looked up in surprise. He hadn't even heard the Red Ranger come up behind him.

"Marsie's not expecting us this morning," he continued, "and I think we can skip practice after last night. I'll call the Council, Zhane can talk to the traffic authorities, and we'll all meet back here this afternoon."

"Does that mean I have to move?" Ashley murmured.

"No," Astrea said, pushing herself out of her chair. "I'm going upstairs too. Want a ride?"

Ashley stretched her arms over her head, straightening up even as she yawned. Nodding, she finally managed, "Yes, please!"

Astrea reached for her hand, and Ashley took it without hesitation. No sooner had she stood up than the two girls became violet silhouettes that sparkled and vanished into thin air. Nice trick, that.

He caught Zhane's eye as he stood, and the look he saw there made him pause. "I'm going out for a while," he said carefully, glancing back at Andros. The Red Ranger had already turned away, heading for the comm, and Ty wandered over to the chair Zhane was leaning against.

"Want me to wait?" he offered, keeping his voice very quiet. "You all right?"

Zhane looked down at the network access, and finally he shook his head. "No," he said softly. "I mean, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks though."

Ty hesitated, frowning. It obviously wasn't true, but it was equally obvious there was nothing he could do. "You sure?" he said at last.

"He's driving me crazy," Zhane muttered under his breath. "He came to see me last night, when he got back. I don't even know why I let him in. And then this morning..."

He trailed off, flashing Ty a rueful look. "Sorry," he whispered. "It's nothing."

Ty opened his mouth, about to answer when Andros interrupted.

"Zhane?" the Red Ranger called. "Could you come look at this?"

Zhane's eyes narrowed, and Ty clapped him on the shoulder sympathetically. "He wants you," he murmured, tightening his grip to hold the Silver Ranger in place. "Use it. Or he's going to walk all over you."

Zhane just stared at him. Ty let him go, making his way around the furniture and out into the zord bay. He could feel Zhane's thoughtful gaze on him the whole way.

The bowl chair was still warm when he dropped into it, and he let the cushions wrap themselves around him. He had never thought this chair was very comfortable, so maybe it was just his own exhaustion that made it so welcoming. He let the network access fall into his lap as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Zhane?" It sounded as though Andros had turned around, but he didn't bother opening his eyes to check. "Are you all right?"

"I'm tired," he told the inside of his eyelids. "And Ty's gone, so you can stop being all... commanding."

"What are you talking about?" Andros' voice was definitely closer now, and Zhane determinedly kept his eyes shut.

"That's why you called me, isn't it? So we'd stop talking?"

"No." Andros actually sounded puzzled, which wasn't a tone he feigned well. Zhane felt his first pang of guilt and tried to ignore it. "I just wanted to know if you saw this when you contacted the Council a couple days ago."

Very carefully, Zhane cracked one eye open. Andros was standing over him, a reader in hand which he offered to Zhane as soon as their eyes met. He took it, holding it up in front of his face and opening his other eye as he realized what he was seeing. "Since when do they do that?"

"That's what I was wondering. It can't be older than a couple of days, if you haven't seen it either."

Definitely feeling the guilt now. "Sorry," he muttered, lowering the reader. "I thought you were just being obnoxious."

Andros didn't pretend not to understand. "There's a precedent," he admitted quietly. "I'm trying to be... less like that."

Zhane lifted his gaze again, just looking at him for a moment. "Is that why you didn't ask about our date last night?"

"Zhane..." Andros looked somewhere between exasperated and worried. "I wouldn't wake you up in the middle of the night just to ask you how your date with Ty was."

"You knew I wasn't asleep," Zhane pointed out. "And you looked around as soon as I opened the door."

"I was wondering why you were reading by flashlight," Andros said, frowning. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Zhane stared at him, struggling to keep from making an accusation he couldn't take back. Why did it sound so reasonable when Andros said it? He'd been convinced that Andros had expected to find Ty in his room the night before. Now he didn't know what to think.

"See what you're doing?" he groaned, letting his head fall back against the chair again. "You're making me paranoid. I can't even talk to you without second guessing you anymore."

"Zhane." Andros' tone was troubled. "I know I'm... possessive. I know I don't--show things the way you do. If... I don't know if that's what's bothering you, but if it is--"

"Ask me," Zhane interrupted irritably.

Andros blinked, but he asked obediently, "What's bothering you?"

"I don't know!" he burst out. "Maybe it has something to do with the way you take me for granted! I love you, and somehow that gives you the right to treat me however's convenient? Kiss me when no one's looking, make fun of me in front of the others, ignore me when something more important comes along?

"You're not possessive, Andros. Not with your friends. But I'm not your friend, am I--I'm just your property! Ash can flirt with anyone she wants, but when I look at someone else suddenly it's this big thing you need time to come to terms with!"

Andros was frozen, his face very pale as he absorbed Zhane's wrath. He made no attempt to interject, to defend himself, or even to protest the comparison with Ashley. He just stood there, offering no outward expression of his thoughts.

Zhane found himself sitting up, words on his tongue that wouldn't be held back. "Would you have knocked on Ash's door in the middle of the night to ask her how her date was?" he demanded, craning his neck to stare up at Andros. "Would you have asked her at all? Would you have been embarrassed to look at her this morning because someone teased you? Make up your mind, Andros! Either I'm your boyfriend or I'm not!"

The words hung in the air between them, a challenge that Andros didn't back down from or acknowledge in any way. "Can I talk now?" he asked at last, gaze still locked with Zhane's.

"No!" He shoved himself to his feet, throwing the word in Andros' face. "Cause you know what? There's a lot of talking going on, but what you tell me and what you tell the others are two totally different things!

"You know what I think?" he added, glaring down at Andros. He was taller, though he didn't usually take advantage of it. Now he was. "I don't think you're worried about Ash at all. I don't think you're trying to keep from hurting her feelings. I think you're just trying to keep me the same person I was three years ago while you deal with your own changes!"

Andros still hadn't moved. Zhane was so completely unprepared to see a smile blossom on his face that he could only stare. It was a small smile, but the corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes definitely lightened.

"I love you," Andros said softly. "Sometimes I can't believe how much I love you."

The bubble of rage that had forced all of those words out trembled and burst, deflating so quickly that there was nothing left to take its place. He felt drained and tired as he stared back at Andros. "If that's supposed to make everything better," he muttered, unwilling to admit even to himself just how effective it was.

"No." Andros' voice wasn't just quiet, it was... gentle. "It's not. But you're right. Sometimes I forget that you've changed, too. You make it easy to forget."

Zhane tried to frown, but he couldn't find the energy to care that Andros was blaming him again. He was so tired. All he really wanted right now was to sit down. He couldn't, not while Andros was standing there, arguing with him.

"You've always been there for me," Andros told him. "Always. I guess--you don't know what that's like, since I haven't been able to do it for you. You're right, though; I do take you for granted. I can't imagine what it would be like without you."

"You don't have to imagine." He didn't know what made him remind Andros of that.

"I don't remember," Andros said bluntly. "I honestly don't remember, Zhane. I know you were in hypersleep, I know I was alone, and I know that I lasted two years like that. But I don't remember it. I don't remember how it felt, or the day it ended, or a single night that you weren't with me."

Zhane swallowed, looking away.

"Don't do that." Andros was suddenly sharp. "You can't just shout at me and then brush it off. You can't accuse me of not caring and then walk away like you're doing me a favor."

Startled, Zhane lifted his gaze again. Andros was giving him a look that was unnerving in its intensity. "You know what I think?" the Red Ranger asked unnecessarily. "I don't think this is about me at all. You know who I am, Zhane. You know better than I do, and you still fell in love with me.

"I think this is about you," Andros continued, ignoring his shock. "I think you're scared of having me love you back. Every time I do something that might make us closer, you get angry with me. You did it when I asked about your vision. You did it when I said I loved you. You do it almost every time I kiss you--and then you wonder why you have to kiss me first.

"We can't get through a single serious conversation without talking about Ty, or Ashley, or both. And I'm not the one bringing them up," Andros added. "I think you're scared to talk about just us."

Zhane opened his mouth, but he couldn't find a single thing to say.

Andros just looked back at him, clearly waiting for a response. When none was forthcoming, his expression softened and he offered, "We can do this later, if you want. You didn't sleep at all last night, did you."

It wasn't a question, but Zhane found himself shaking his head anyway.

"Two nights in a row?" Andros gave him a reproving look that made him feel like he was about five years old. "I'm going to start sleeping in your room again if it's the only way to get you into bed."

No matter how numb he was, he couldn't let that pass without comment. "Promise?" he asked half-heartedly. He was gratified to see a smile flicker across Andros' face.

Neither of them moved, and finally Andros asked, "Do I have to walk you upstairs?"

"That's an awful lot of stairs," he mumbled, glancing over at the sofa. "Do you care if I crash down here while you're working?"

"As long as it involves you sleeping, you can do it anywhere you want," Andros told him. "I'm sure you've slept through me talking before."

Zhane attempted a smirk. "You noticed, huh?"

Andros rolled his eyes, stopping just short of pushing him toward the sofa. Which was too bad, Zhane thought absently, because he could have used the company. But who was he to come between the Red Ranger and his work?

He felt his forehead crease as he lowered himself onto the sofa, eyes trailing Andros across the room. Who, indeed?

"Do you always go barefoot?"

He shrugged, polishing off the rest of his sandwich in one bite as he considered the question. They were the only two eating outside today, although there were a fair number of passersby. More since they had sat down, Kerone suspected. The two of them were probably good for business.

"Sure," Ty said at last, reaching for his drink. "When I can. And when it's warm enough."

"It's still winter," she pointed out. "I'm wearing a sweatshirt, and you're barefoot."

He chuckled. "This isn't winter. This is midsummer where I come from. And do you really get cold? Or do you just wear jackets to make the rest of us feel better?"

She smiled, picking one of the vegetables out of her own sandwich and popping it into her mouth. "I just wear them to make you feel better," she admitted. "I do feel cold, though. Sometimes."

"Sometimes," he repeated, wrapping his hands around his glass. "Does it depend on the temperature, or on you?"

She thought about that for a moment, impressed by his perceptiveness. "Both," she decided at last. "Where do you come from? Tevi said she grew up on Calijyt."

"So did I," Ty agreed. "We had family there, and when KO-35 was evacuated we joined them instead of following the colony to Rayven."

She pulled apart another piece of her sandwich, wondering how long he would sit and watch her eat before he said something. She actually was hungry, for once; it just seemed like too much work to rush through her food the way he had. Besides, the people-watching was almost as interesting as the sporadic conversation.

"Are you still in contact with people from the crew?" Ty asked abruptly.

She took a sip of her drink, trying to decide what he meant by "still". She hadn't spoken to any of them since before the quest, but she didn't consider the friendships terminated. She hadn't ruled out the possibility of returning someday, and she would certainly reply if any of them contacted her.

"Not recently," she said at last. "I think about them a lot, though. How's your sister?"

"She's great." Ty's smile was fond. "She wants to come visit. Think Andros would mind?"

Kerone shrugged. "You can bring anyone you want to the hangar. The only reason Andros doesn't do it is because he doesn't know anyone outside the team."

"Doesn't like anyone outside the team, you mean," Ty said with a grimace.

She smiled. "Maybe. He has a hard time making friends."

"I can see why," Ty countered. "Which reminds me... can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course," she said, surprised. "Whatever you want."

"How did you and the Phantom Ranger get to be friends?"

She blinked. That wasn't what she had expected, but in terms of hard questions, it wasn't that bad. "We both lived on the Megaship for a while," she answered. "And then we spent a few months together working for the Frontier Defense. It just sort of happened."

"Just like that?" he asked doubtfully. "Maybe it's rude of me to say so, but... you were on opposite sides for kind of a long time."

"I was against my brother for just as long." She frowned down at her sandwich, trying not to feel defensive about it. "He forgave me."

"Sure he forgave you," Ty said quickly. "You were brainwashed. I don't know why it surprised me, really. It just did, so I asked."

She picked pensively at her sandwich. "I think--" She stopped, biting her lip. "I think it surprised him, too," she said at last. "Saryn, I mean. He... he lost more than the others to evil. It was a long time before he'd even talk to me, brainwashed or not."

"Really?" Ty was staring at her sandwich too, resting his chin on the top of his empty glass for a moment. "I guess that's more what I expected."

"It took a long time," she repeated, putting another vegetable in her mouth. "What about you? You didn't join the crew with Tevi, so how did you end up there?"

He shrugged. "She told me they were looking for geneticists," he said, as though relocating from another planet was a minor detail. "I wanted to get off Calijyt, and she wanted a familiar face. It worked out for both of us."

"And for us," Kerone offered, tearing off a piece of bread. "I guess it's lucky I dragged Zhane to that hay party last fall."

"That's nice of you to say," Ty said, twirling the ice in his glass around.

"It's true," she insisted, swallowing the too-large bite. "We're lucky to have you on the team, and anyone who doesn't know it yet will soon enough."

Her conviction was enough to make him look up. "Think so?"

She nodded emphatically, setting her own glass down. "I do. And I'm never going to finish this sandwich, so do you want to help me or sit there watching until dinner while I try to eat it all?"

He grinned, leaning forward to tear off the far end of the sandwich. "I thought you'd never ask!"

With his help, the sandwich was gone in a matter of minutes. He graciously cleared the table, despite her protests that he did enough of that back at the hangar, and offered her his arm when she went to stand. She took it, amused by the Zhane-like gesture, and they stopped inside the cafe again to thank the servers.

"They're totally in love with you," Ty remarked, as they sauntered down the sidewalk in the early afternoon sunshine.

"Which one?" she demanded, glancing over her shoulder.

"All of them." Ty shot her a conspiratorial look. "You know that smile Andros does sometimes when he thinks no one's looking? You do it all the time, and let me tell you, you had them wrapped around your little finger."

"I did not," she complained, trying to frown and not succeeding. "I have no idea what you're talking about.

"And what are you doing noticing Andros' smile?" she added sternly, when he started to laugh at her expression. "You think we need more trouble then he's already giving us?"

"What were you doing letting Ashley kiss you this morning?" Ty wanted to know, still chuckling. "Did you see the look on Andros' face?"

"Maybe if he wasn't so repressed," she muttered, kicking a piece of gravel out of the way as they walked. "We were just trying to help."

"How did that happen, anyway?" All the humor was gone from Ty's voice now, and when she glanced over at him she found him regarding her seriously. "They were always so close. For all anyone knew, they were one soul in two bodies."

"Were they?" She gazed back at him, sparing as little attention as she could for the sidewalk itself. "I didn't know them then."

"Sorry," Ty said, looking awkwardly ahead. "I forgot."

"It's okay," she assured him. "I wish I had. What were they like, as Rangers?"

He shot a half-smile in her direction. "Well, obviously I didn't know them personally. I wasn't even on the same planet when Zhane got his powers, but we kept up with as much of the Kerovan news as we could."

"I couldn't even do that much," she pointed out. "And I wouldn't have cared if I could. But now..." Her voice dropped, and she looked down self-consciously. "I wish I hadn't missed so much."

"Hey," Ty said, putting his hand over hers. "It's not about how much you missed, you know. It's about how much you got back. I'll tell you what I remember, if you want."

She smiled up at him hopefully. "Would you?"

"That one," he said, startling her. "That's the smile! You flash that at someone and I'm telling you, they'll do anything you want."

Her smile widened, and she nudged him playfully. "So?" she demanded. "Start talking!"

"All right," he promised, tilting his head back as though trying to make the memories come more easily. "Let's see... the first time I saw them together was after Zhane got his morpher. They'd been fighting, and even the reporter didn't know who the Silver Ranger was. Neither of them demorphed, but Andros pulled his helmet off and sort of nodded to Zhane.

"Zhane took his helmet off too," Ty said slowly, reliving that first broadcast they'd seen from their family's home on Calijyt. "I still remember my mom saying that those two kids were all that stood between Dark Spectre and the rest of the colonists. I didn't understand then that all Rangers are kids," he added ruefully. "I was so scared for my friends on Rayven."

She didn't say anything, not contradicting his description of them as kids. She supposed there would come a point in her life when she would look back on today and agree with him. Right now, though, she felt older than most of the "adults" she knew.

"If they ever spent any time apart after that," Ty was saying, "the cameras didn't catch it. They went everywhere together. Every fight, every broadcast or training session or Council meeting, every time the reporters found an excuse to follow them on their days off... they were together, and it wasn't because of what they did.

"My dad was a soldier," Ty continued. His voice was quieter now, and she knew what he meant when he said "was". "He and I came back to help resettle KO-35, and we were here when it blew up in our faces. The civilian transports got out because of Zhane and Andros--but my father paid the same price as Zhane."

"I'm sorry," Kerone murmured.

He nodded once, but didn't offer any other acknowledgement. After a moment, he added, "When Zhane died, some people said he took Andros with him. Other people said Andros had gone mad and joined the side of evil. The first time he went back to Rayven after that, I don't think anyone dared to talk to him. The reporters sure didn't."

"They still don't," Kerone put in when he hesitated.

Ty smiled a little at that. "Would you?" he asked rhetorically. "If you weren't his sister, and a Power Ranger, and the former princess of evil on top of that?"

She let the question go unanswered, as she suspected he had intended. They had reached the end of the sidewalk by now and they slowed as they made their way along the side of the street. "Ready to go back?" she offered, when the silence had lingered long enough.

"Sure," he agreed. His tone was more sober than usual, but he smiled reassuringly when she caught his eye. "Thanks for lunch."

"Thanks for telling me," she responded. She wrapped the magic around them both, feeling him falter as the violet curtain surrounded and slid through them. When the light faded, they were making their slow way up the path to the hangar entrance.

"That's really strange," he told her, not as though he minded. "Just in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't," she said lightly. "But thanks anyway."

There was a smile in his voice as he replied. "My pleasure."

She had to hold up her morpher before the door would open for them, but it waited until they had both passed through before closing. She glanced around as they entered, but no hologram greeted them today. DECA must be busy on the Megaship. She wondered if Zhane had convinced the traffic authorities to clear that orbit for her.

"I'm going to head upstairs," Ty said, pausing by the stairs. "Windows to open, plants to rotate, that sort of thing."

"Don't forget to close your door," she said, smiling a little. "If Zhane finds out you've been opening your windows in this weather, he'll probably barricade you inside."

"Not if I hide his heaters first." Ty winked at her before turning to take the steps two at a time. She smirked after him, certain that Ty was out of his depth when it came to pranking the team's practical joker. If it ever came down to a war between them, no one would be safe.

She paused behind the stairs to check the comm, but Saryn hadn't called back yet. Making her way over to the warmup area behind the zord bay, she mused over the idea of involving DECA in a prank war. She knew Zhane and TJ had done it once, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what had possessed them. Especially on the Megaship, where the AI controlled every aspect of their environment--there was just nothing smart about making someone like that mad.

A low rumble made her glance up at the zords as she made her way through the bay. One violet ear swiveled toward her, and Magic's eyes opened just a slit to follow her progress. She smiled and lifted her hand, waving at the giant cat and feeling an inexplicable surge of pleasure as the rumble came again. Magic was purring for her.

"Be right back," she called, maintaining her course toward the warmup area. She really should check on her zord, but she was getting something to eat first. Lunch was fine, just not really what she was used to. After a magic show like the one last night she wanted snacks, and she wanted them all day long.

What if the zords got involved in a prank war? That was an amusing thought. She considered that as she made her way around the sofa--

And came up short. The warmup area wasn't as deserted as she'd thought, and suddenly she felt bad for calling out to her zord. Not that it seemed to have disturbed the occupants of the sofa: Andros and Zhane were dead to the world, the one sprawled over top of the other and the other definitely not objecting. They looked... oddly comfortable, for two tall boys wrapped around each other on an awfully old piece of furniture.

She considered them for a moment, trying to envision the days Ty had described just a few minutes before. Trying to see them as anything other than who they were now proved to be an exercise in futility. She just didn't see children when she looked at them, no matter how immaturely they acted or how convincingly Ty portrayed the old days.

Maybe that was a good thing? Threading her way between the chairs, she walked as quietly as she could so as not to wake them. Andros was at odds with Zhane over what they had been, what he and Ashley had been, and the way the two conflicted. It had very little to do with what they were or could be now.

It was too bad they couldn't see that more clearly, she thought. But they had their own assumptions and memories that she didn't share. In some ways, that meant she was left out, but in others... well, Ty was right when he said it wasn't about what they had lost. It was about what they had, right now, with each other.

6. Catspaw

He knew where he was. Not that it was hard to guess, with the edge of the sofa digging into his ribs through the cushions and the armrest pressing against his knees. It wasn't the most comfortable sleep he'd gotten in the last few days, but he wouldn't trade it either. Each time he'd woken, roused out of unconsciousness by movement or just general discomfort, he'd been greeted by solid warmth and a steady, reassuring heartbeat.

Zhane was awake. He knew that as soon as he wondered and he lifted his head a little, wondering how the Silver Ranger could stay so still in a position that had to be less comfortable than his own. Drowsy blue eyes opened when he moved, meeting his gaze with a lazy smile that seemed utterly appropriate.

"I miss this," Andros muttered, giving in to gravity and letting his head rest on Zhane's arm again. He heard the words slur when his tongue was too slow to keep up with his thoughts, but he didn't care. "I miss the Megaship, where we could sleep in the observatory whenever we wanted."

Zhane's chest lifted and lowered in a silent sigh. "Me too," he agreed, voice husky with sleep. "I miss you."

He couldn't stand it anymore. Pushing his arms up over his head, he straightened his legs one at a time and tried awkwardly to stretch on the cramped confines of the sofa. He didn't want to get up, but he was already stiff from sleeping there.

Zhane caught his wrist as he went to sit up and he twisted in surprise. He had to brace himself with his other arm against the back of the sofa, but the Silver Ranger didn't look at all disconcerted to have Andros hovering above him. "Wait," he murmured, a question in his tone. "Just a few more minutes."

"You can't be comfortable," Andros protested, a little embarrassed by the request. He didn't move, torn between giving in and pulling away.

"I don't care." Zhane reached up, his fingers whisper-soft on Andros' face. "Please."

Andros swallowed as the longing in that one word reminded him of everything he hadn't been to Zhane lately. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to say please," he said, trying to smile. "After this morning?"

"I was just being stupid," Zhane muttered. "You can kiss me any time you want."

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Leaning forward, he whispered, "You weren't being stupid." His face a breath away from Zhane's, he added softly, "Please?"

For answer, Zhane lifted his head up off the cushions and captured Andros' mouth with his own. Andros followed as he sank back onto the sofa, losing his balance and succumbing to Zhane's embrace almost immediately. It wasn't a comfortable way to kiss, but like the nap, it didn't seem to matter when he was in Zhane's arms.

Zhane tried to move underneath him and he shifted obligingly, trying to keep his weight from pinning his friend. Zhane only tightened his embrace, making it clear that Andros wasn't going anywhere. Exasperated, he slid his leg over Zhane's and rolled the rest of his way on top of him, pressing close enough that even Zhane couldn't object. If nothing else, at least he would be comfortable.

He felt Zhane tremble as their tongues connected again, and he drew back abruptly. Zhane made a soft sound of protest but made no move to stop him. Staring up at him, his lips parted and breath loud in the silence, the Silver Ranger said nothing as Andros studied him.

"You're not cold," Andros muttered, feeling unbearably foolish as he thought of Zhane's new favorite excuse. "Zhane... Why do you even bother?"

"Because you always fall for it," Zhane said quietly, deliberately misunderstanding. He flashed an echo of his carefree grin up at Andros. "It's so easy with you."

"What, keeping me in the dark?" Andros demanded. He was tempted to move his hands, to brace himself against Zhane's chest instead of the sofa, but he was well aware that he didn't need to do anything to aggravate his position.

"You do that to yourself," Zhane retorted. "I just take advantage of it."

Andros frowned. "It isn't like I noticed and was ignoring it. I really didn't notice--I didn't think. I just didn't think," he repeated with a sigh.

"Sure you didn't," Zhane said easily. He slid one hand under Andros' shirt, startling Andros so badly that even when Zhane's entire body tensed he had no idea what the Silver Ranger was about to do.

Then, impossibly, Zhane was sitting up, his free hand tangling in Andros' hair and his mouth pressing against one still open with shock. The kiss was hard and demanding even as Zhane pushed him back, trying to stay upright himself as his hands sent Andros' senses spinning. He couldn't balance, couldn't react, couldn't do anything but allow the heated assault to go on and on.

Zhane released his mouth long enough to whisper, "Ignore this," in his ear. He bit down lightly on Andros' earlobe, making him start, then kissed his temple before drawing away.

Those blue eyes glittered as they met a wide-eyed hazel gaze without reservation. "I don't want you," Zhane said solemnly. "I don't need you. I have never, ever loved you and I never will."

Andros felt his heart seize painfully, icewater flooding his veins. He knew he had stopped breathing, sitting there on Zhane's lap and hearing words that were so far beyond his comprehension that they barely made sense. He could only stare, incapable of movement or speech.

"I wouldn't do anything--anything at all--just to keep you alive and happy." Zhane paused, taking in his expression as his fingers clenched on Andros' shoulders. "Dammit, Andros, don't look at me like that!"

Andros found himself shaking, being shaken by Zhane, and he could only gape at the Silver Ranger. "You always fall for it," Zhane said harshly. "I even said it myself and I still did that--Andros, I'm so sorry, you know that isn't true!"

Zhane shook him again, his gaze as desperate as his tone. "I thought it would be so obvious that I was lying that you'd see why I'm frustrated, but you really don't notice, do you. Andros--"

He received the gentlest ghost of a kiss, Zhane's hands cupping his face even as he pulled away. Still flushed, eyes filled with self-reproach, the Silver Ranger searched his expression urgently. "Andros..."

The truth was gradually beginning to dawn on Andros, and he felt the blood that had drained from his face suffusing his cheeks again as he realized that Zhane had meant the exact opposite of what he'd said. He wanted Andros. He wanted Andros the way his body said he did, and there was no hiding it anymore--not from each other or from anyone else.

Andros opened his mouth to answer and choked on the words. He looked down, trying to maintain some semblance of control, and he found himself staring at Zhane's chest. "You make me feel more than anyone I've ever known," he blurted out, his voice little more than a whisper. "Anger, and jealousy--fear...

"Hope," he added, lifting his gaze at last. Zhane was staring back at him, worry still clouding his eyes. "Love... desire."

It didn't take much effort to press his mouth to Zhane's again, and he wondered distantly if the other had read his mind. Zhane was still clutching his shoulders, which relieved and disappointed him at the same time. It meant he could concentrate on kissing, which was good, but he shifted restlessly at the remembered feel of Zhane's hands on his skin.

Zhane's fingers tightened painfully as the Silver Ranger pushed him back. "That is so not necessary," he hissed, glaring at Andros without conviction.

Andros blinked, surprised by the dark expression. "What?" he asked, breathless and bewildered. "What did I do?"

Zhane just stared at him for a moment, then shoved him none too gently aside. Swinging his legs over the side of the sofa, he dropped his head into his hands with a groan. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," he muttered. "I'm not sure you're making me stronger, Andros."

Andros didn't say anything, aware that somehow their makeout session had gone too far. He probably shouldn't have been where he ended up, but he hadn't meant to be. If Zhane hadn't sat up... they'd been fine before that.

He smiled a little to himself, aware that Zhane might disagree. If he suggested that they stretch out full-length on the sofa again, instead of--

"You'd better not be smiling," Zhane warned, head tilted to one side as he peered up at him. "I could do things to you that you've never even heard of."

Andros' smile faded as he considered that. "How old are you?" he asked abruptly.

"Si--" Zhane broke off, eyes narrowed. "Is this a trick question?" he demanded, lifting his head.

Andros kept his expression as bland as possible. He knew what age Zhane had been about to give, and he couldn't resist. He even thought, in a strange way, that Zhane might appreciate the humor. "Did you know that, in California, it's illegal for me to sleep with you?"

Zhane gaped at him, then turned the look into a glare. "Is this going somewhere?" he asked dangerously.

Andros started to shake his head, but he changed his mind suddenly. "You're not, you know."

"Excuse me?" Zhane didn't look mollified.

"Sixteen," Andros said with a frown. "That's what you were about to say, isn't it?"

Zhane shrugged, looking away. "I was born eighteen years ago," he muttered.

"Yeah," Andros agreed, watching him thoughtfully. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

It was Zhane's turn to frown as he glanced back at Andros. "What are you talking about?"

He was thoroughly distracted now, and Andros smiled inwardly. He might drive Zhane crazy, but he had picked up a few things over the years. "I'm talking about the way you look," he said, gesturing idly at his friend. "You were fifteen when you went into hypersleep, and when you woke up you still looked it.

"Now you don't. I noticed it a few months ago, but it's even more obvious now. You look eighteen... even older, really, but the point is you caught up. I don't know how, or when, but..." He shrugged helplessly.

Zhane seemed to consider that. "Bet DECA would have a field day with that," he said at last. "Three years of teenage angst all crammed into one. No wonder I'm so messed up lately."

"You said it," Andros replied, his tone as neutral as he could make it. "Not me."

He had to grin when Zhane shot an arch look in his direction. "This from the guy who didn't recognize his sister and forgot his boyfriend," he remarked. "Yeah, your opinion means a lot."

His grin disappeared. "I didn't forget you, Zhane."

Zhane shrugged, apparently not willing to fight over it.

"Zhane--" He stopped abruptly, suppressing a flare of anger as he realized what was happening. "You're doing it again."

Zhane gave him a startled look, and Andros wondered if the Silver Ranger was as unaware of his instinctive defenses as Andros was of his own. "You're..." He tried to find the words to explain it. "You're pushing me away. Cutting me off."

Zhane frowned, but Andros refused to give in to doubt. Zhane might know him better than he knew himself, but there were moments when it worked both ways. Not a lot of moments, maybe, but enough.

"You don't really think I forgot you, do you?" he asked quietly.

Zhane opened his mouth, then settled for shaking his head.

Andros inched closer, reaching out to touch his face gently. "I didn't," he insisted. "I still don't know how I survived so long without you. I do know that if you hadn't come back with me to the Megaship after that, I would have stayed on Rayven. I couldn't lose you again, Zhane."

Zhane stared at him, then sighed a little. Not taking his eyes off of Andros, he asked, "Is this a bad time to mention how much hell you've put me through by dying multiple times since I've woken up?"

Surprised, Andros let his hand fall. "I haven't died," he said, frowning.

"I didn't know that," Zhane shot back. "No matter how weird it's been lately, at least I haven't had to worry so much."

He wondered briefly if he should be offended by that, but in truth it wasn't so different from his own feelings. So instead he offered ruefully, "Except for the nightmares?"

"Nightmares?" Zhane echoed, giving every indication of confusion.

Sure he was setting himself up for the punchline, Andros nonetheless prompted, "The reason you haven't been sleeping? The reason DECA's had time to psychoanalyze you without anyone else knowing?"

Zhane just looked at him, and the expression on his face was one of resigned amusement. "Andros, I haven't been having nightmares."

"You--" Andros stopped, remembering Zhane's complaint about not being able to sleep after the ride home from the holoshow. That was all it took. "You were dreaming about..."

"You," Zhane finished. "And not about losing you."

He tried for a glare, but even from the inside he doubted he was pulling it off very well. "Is this another one of those times when the truth doesn't matter?" he demanded, holding onto his indignation in an effort not to be flustered.

"If it mattered," Zhane said quietly, "you would have known."

"That isn't fair!" Andros exclaimed, stung. "I trust you when you say--"

"No, that isn't what I meant," Zhane interrupted, talking over him until Andros subsided. "I would have told you if it mattered, but it didn't. There was nothing you could do about it, and it would only have made things worse."

The terminal chimed, and he glanced over in time to see the Defense Comm logo appear on the screen. Andros sighed, reluctant to end this conversation but well aware that they needed any information Saryn might have. "This isn't over," he told Zhane, pushing himself up off the sofa.

"I'd be disappointed if it was," the Silver Ranger drawled. His carelessness was firmly back in place as he unfolded himself from his own position to follow Andros.

He entered his KOSN authorization automatically, watching the Defense Comm logo vanish and wondering if Zhane really had to stand so close. Saryn's face appeared in place of the logo, and the Red Elisian Ranger nodded in greeting. "Andros," he said neutrally. "Zhane."

"Saryn," Andros replied, smiling a little. "How are things?"

Saryn returned the expression. "I find, somewhat to my surprise, that things are well," he admitted. "And yourselves?"

"We're all right." Andros deliberately didn't look at Zhane. "We had some unexpected visitors last night, though."

"So Kerone said," Saryn agreed, his expression sobering. "I have spoken with both Mirine and Linnse, and I must tell you that you seem to be alone in your experience. There have been velocifighter forays up and down the Border, but nothing you are not already aware of. Each has been met well outside system boundaries and dispatched without casualties. No ground-based incursions have been reported since Calijyt was liberated last year."

"Well, aren't we special," Zhane remarked lightly. "Let me tell you, it's a good feeling to be at the top of the must-conquer list."

"Kerone said that they didn't set off any alarms?" Saryn turned the statement into a question, paying no attention to Zhane.

"No. And we've reviewed data from all of the system sentries and orbital satellites. There's nothing, no indication that they even passed RS-42 to get here."

"Did DECA detect nothing?" Saryn inquired.

"The Megaship's scanners weren't turned on the planet," Andros said with a grimace. "We didn't think it was necessary, so she had them trained on deep space for some research project she's doing. DECA didn't know anything was wrong until the hangar alarms went off, and by then Ashley and Kerone were already fighting."

"I trust they are unharmed," Saryn offered, not as though he expected anything different.

"They're fine," Andros agreed, then thought better of it. "Kerone was a little shaken up, but everyone seems better this morning."

Saryn frowned. "It seems unlikely that Kerone would be distressed by such an attack, no matter the circumstances."

"It wasn't the attack," Andros said carefully. "Her magic got a little bit... out of control last night. She says it's happened before, with you."

Saryn's expression cleared, though a flicker of sympathy lingered in his eyes. "Yes," he said simply. "She is all right now, though."

Andros nodded. Saryn apparently wasn't going to volunteer any information, but it had been worth a try. He wondered if the other would contact Kerone privately later. If nothing else, his comment about the magic probably meant there would be one more person looking out for her, and that could only be a good thing.

"I apologize for my reticence," Saryn said, when the silence grew. "It is something she asked me not to speak of."

"Sure," Andros said quickly. "I understand. Since she mentioned you, I thought maybe you'd want to know."

Saryn inclined his head. "Thank you," he said gravely. "I appreciate your consideration for your sister. And yes," he added, almost as an afterthought. "I would wish to know."

"How's Cassie?" Zhane asked, out of nowhere. "She around?"

Andros knew exactly how close Zhane was standing, and he elbowed the Silver Ranger in the ribs without worrying about Saryn noticing. To his relief, though, Saryn only smiled. "She is not," he answered, acknowledging Zhane for the first time. "I am certain that she will be sorry to have missed you when she returns, however."

"Well, tell her hi for us," Zhane said idly. "I tried to call her the other day, but she's a hard woman to get a hold of lately."

"She is very busy," Saryn agreed. "More busy, perhaps, than she should be right now, but that is not an argument I am likely to win in the foreseeable future."

"Any word on the twins?" Andros asked, a little hesitantly. He knew JT had been concerned for their future after the dimensional shifting had threatened not only their lives but Cassie's as well.

"As far as anyone can tell, they are both healthy and growing normally." An odd look crossed Saryn's face, and he added, "If there are some minor... aberrations in their genetic makeup, it does not seem be adversely affecting their development."

"That's what you get for living on the Border," Zhane said cheerfully. "It's always been weird out here."

"You would know," Andros commented, but again, Saryn only smiled.

"Agreed," he said, though it was hard to tell which of them he was agreeing with. "In any event, I will pass your greetings on to Cassie. I am sure she will be gratified to know that you are concerned."

"Thanks for talking to Linnse, too," Andros put in. "We sent our data to the Frontier Defense, but it's good to know we haven't missed anything important."

"The Defense does not always disseminate information as quickly as it could," Saryn acknowledged. "I will remain alert for word of similar situations elsewhere."

"Thanks," Andros repeated. "I hope it was an isolated incident."

"As do I," Saryn agreed, even as Zhane snorted in disbelief. "Good night."

Andros waited until the screen went dark to elbow Zhane again, and this time Zhane caught both his arms and tightened his grip until Andros couldn't move. "That isn't very nice," he remarked, his tone even. "You know as well as I do that quantrons don't just wander past system sentries by accident."

"I didn't say it was likely," Andros said, still facing the comm screen. "I was just being polite. He did go out of his way for us, you know."

"He's our friend," Zhane reminded him. "He's supposed to go out of his way. And it's not like talking to his own sister is really above and beyond, so take it easy with the physical abuse."

"Are you going to let me go or not?" Andros demanded, trying to shrug out of Zhane's grip. "I'm sorry, all right? I didn't know you were so sensitive."

The hold on his arms relaxed, and the next thing he knew his hair was being lifted away from his shoulders and Zhane's breath was warm on his skin. He tilted his head instinctively as Zhane kissed his neck, leaning back as Zhane's arms went around him. It was so easy, so natural that he didn't even have to think about it, yet it had taken him months to be this comfortable around Ashley.

You had months, a voice in his mind whispered. You had years before the evacuation. He felt Zhane's tongue on his ear, and a gentle breath across the damp skin made him shiver. Zhane had always been physical--especially with him--but he had a newfound sensuality that Andros wasn't used to. It seemed to manifest in everything he did, from kissing to just walking across a room... or maybe it was only that Andros noticed more.

A clatter from the kitchen area made Andros jump, and Zhane released him reluctantly. He turned to see Ashley, with her back to them, separating one of the plates from the stack he had made earlier. He exchanged guilty glances with Zhane, wondering how much she had seen. Zhane shrugged ruefully, lifting his head to call over to her.

"Hey, Ash!" Sauntering in her direction, Zhane kept his tone light and noncommittal. "You just wake up?"

"I heard the comm," she explained over her shoulder. She sounded perfectly normal, but she waited until he was right behind her to turn around. "Was that Saryn?"

"Yeah." Zhane leaned back against the sink, making himself comfortable while she looked around for something to eat. "Being his usual helpful self."

Ashley laughed. "Honestly, Zhane, what do you have against Saryn? I'm sure he told you everything he knew."

"I don't have anything against him," Zhane protested, glancing over at Andros as he made his way toward them. "He has something against me! The first look I got from him was one of undiluted hatred!"

"Possibly because you were kissing his girlfriend at the time," Andros interjected.

"Yeah, on the back of her hand," Zhane scoffed. "Please. Just because he's jealous to the point of being neurotic doesn't mean we shouldn't be able to get along just fine. I mean, look at me and you!"

"You also told the entire Astro team who he was," Andros continued, ignoring that last remark. "Then you accused him of having something to do with his teammates' deaths. What has he done to you, again? Aside from not killing you when he had the chance?"

"Ouch," Zhane said with a wince. "All right, I concede the point. Satisfied?"

Andros raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Suspicious," he corrected. Folding his arms, he rested his elbows on the back of the armchair and eyed Zhane. "Since when do you concede?"

Zhane shrugged, but didn't answer.

"Maybe he's turning over a new leaf," Ashley put in, an apple in her hand as she turned around again. "Don't knock it."

"You needed a plate for that?" Zhane asked, giving the dishes behind her a pointed look.

"I was going to slice it," she informed him. "I changed my mind."

"Obviously it's not a less confrontational leaf," Andros remarked dryly.

"All right, look." Zhane folded his arms and slouched further down against the sink. His tone was caught somewhere between defensive and exasperated. "I was thinking about kissing you, totally missed what you said, and didn't want to admit it because Ash was listening. Are we all happy now?"

There was a moment of silence, and Andros studied the floor as he tried not to meet Ashley's gaze. Finally, though, the quiet stretched thin and when he looked up he found both of them looking at him. "What?" he demanded.

Zhane transferred his gaze to Ashley, and she shrugged slightly. "Fair enough," she said with a small smile. "That would distract me, too."

Zhane shifted uncomfortably, and she added, "Yes, I saw you kiss him after you signed off with Saryn. It was... kind of weird, but it looked--right. You guys just... do whatever, okay? Don't worry about me."

Andros didn't know what to say to that, but Zhane, as usual, jumped right back in. "Do you worry about us?" he asked seriously.

Ashley glanced from one to the other, an uncertain look on her face. "What do you mean?

"If I told you to stop, would you?" he continued, apparently taking her confusion for assent. "I know I can't help it, and I don't think either of you can either. I worry about you whether it's any of my business or not."

"About how we feel?" Andros wanted to know. He wasn't sure what Zhane meant either. "Or what we're doing?"

Zhane's mouth quirked in acknowledgement. "Both," he admitted quietly. "I meant about how you feel, but... yeah. I worry about what you're doing, too. I try not to, because I trust you and everything, but sometimes--"

He stopped, bracing his hands against the sink behind him and making an obvious effort to stand up straighter. "I need you guys," Zhane mumbled. "At least before I was in hypersleep I knew people. Now everyone's moved on or changed and I feel like the only friends I have are Rangers. So what am I supposed to do if I don't know what's going on with you?"

"Hey," Ashley said softly. She set her apple down and edged closer, laying a tentative hand on Zhane's shoulder. "You're not the only one who feels alone. I moved away from everyone I knew, too, and there are days when I feel like my whole world starts and stops at the door to the hangar bay."

Zhane glanced sideways, smiling at her, and Andros suddenly felt left out. He tried to shove the feeling aside, but as he did it occurred to him that this was exactly what they were talking about. When they felt left out... who else did they have to turn to? At least on the Megaship there had always been someone else around to talk to. Or if there wasn't, Ashley at least had friends on Earth. But here--

"Hey, who's down there?" Ty's voice called, from somewhere up above. "Someone in the kitchen?"

"Yeah!" Zhane turned his head to shout up to the catwalk, then caught Ashley's hand before she could withdraw it and pulled her closer. His arm around her waist, he gave her a half-hug that made her smile back.

"Me too!" she called, putting her arm around Zhane and hugging back. "And Andros!"

"Are we taking the cats out tonight?" Ty wanted to know. "Cause I'm starving, and if we have plans I want to know now!"

There were more footsteps on the catwalk, obvious now that he was listening for them, and Kerone's voice drifted down to them as well. "What's going on? Who's down there?"

"Everyone," Andros heard Ty answer. "I'm trying to find out when we can eat. You hungry?"

"Yes," Kerone replied, surprising Andros. Then her voice became clearer, either because she was trying to project or because she was leaning over the railing. "Can we eat before anything else? Are we supposed to meet anyone important tonight?"

Andros shook his head when Ashley gave him a questioning look, and she called back to Kerone, "Andros says no, and I vote for eating now too. I'm hungry!"

"So am I," Zhane put in. "The cats won't mind." He looked out at the zord bay and added loudly, "Right, Zip?"

There was no answer, but Ashley giggled. "I can't believe you named your zord 'Zip'," she told him.

"We could go into the city," Andros said, studying the way the floor glinted under the bright lights of the warmup area.

There was a pause, and then Zhane demanded, "What did you just say?"

"Hey, guys, Andros has a good idea!" Ashley called, not waiting for him to repeat himself. "Want to go out to eat?"

"Yes!" Ty answered emphatically, and they heard Kerone laugh. "Shut up," he said, apparently addressing her. "You don't care what you eat."

"I do," Zhane said eagerly. "Let's go crash some small place where they won't know what to do with us."

"We could wander through the streets first," Ashley suggested with a giggle. "We can cause a scene by arguing over where to eat!"

Andros smiled, glad they were so excited. The whole team rarely went anywhere together outside of official meetings or appearances, but now that he thought about it, the Astro team had done things like that all the time. Maybe that was part of what had made them so close.

"It's too cold to eat outside," Zhane informed Ty, tugging his hood down pointedly. "Inside or nothing."

"I second that," Ashley agreed fervently. "It's freezing out here!"

She might be siding with him, but he couldn't help giving her a baleful look. "That's because you're not wearing anything," he muttered. "Haven't you ever heard of dressing for the weather?"

"I am dressed for the weather," she informed him. "Inside!"

"What about over there?" Astrea suggested, pointing across the street. "They have seafood, and Ashley's eaten there before. Right?" she added, nudging the other girl.

"Right," Ashley agreed, following her gaze. "They have good food."

"Guys." Andros stopped so suddenly that Zhane almost bumped into him. He was looking down the street at a sign Zhane could barely make out, but he heard Ashley laugh suddenly.

"Oh, we have to go there!" She had already grabbed Astrea's hand and was dragging her down the sidewalk toward the indistinguishable sign. Reluctantly, Zhane pushed his hood back and squinted after them.

"Catspaw Cafe?" Ty sounded just as amused. "Ever been there before?"

"No," Andros admitted. He didn't sound defensive, which Zhane supposed was progress. "It was just the name that caught my attention."

"Good enough for me," Ty said cheerfully, and Zhane shot a sideways look at him. The Black Ranger strolled on ahead, and Zhane fell into step beside Andros as they followed.

"We never finished that conversation," Andros said quietly.

Zhane shook his head, keeping his voice just as quiet. "Not much else to say, I guess."

"I think there is," Andros countered. There was a pause, then the hint of a smile in his voice. "I'm just not sure what it is."

Zhane let out a breath of amusement. "Yeah."

Then they had caught up to the girls, who were arguing good-naturedly with Ty over the menu board outside the cafe. Zhane snuck a look around them, found nothing wrong with the food, and pinched the collar of his jacket shut while he waited for them to make a decision. Supposedly spring was coming, but he hadn't seen any sign of it yet.

"It has vegetarian food and it doesn't say you can't go in barefoot," Ashley was saying. "What else do you want?"

"Any place will let me go in barefoot," Ty argued. "I'm a Ranger."

And less self-conscious about it than he had been at first, Zhane noted with amusement. There had been a time when Ty wouldn't even mention being a Ranger unless someone asked him directly. Now he was beginning to understand that no one cared what you had done before you were handed a morpher--just that you had one.

"But it has a pawprint over the door!" Astrea exclaimed. She definitely became less rational in direct proportion to the amount of time she spent with Ashley. It made him grin when Ashley agreed, as though the appeal of the sign was a perfectly valid way of choosing a restaurant.

"Well, if it has a pawprint," Ty teased, rolling his eyes. "Then I guess it's okay."

"Good!" Ashley headed deliberately for the door, as though it was all decided. Astrea was right beside her, hands clasped between them as they slipped, single file, through the front door.

With a small smile, Ty followed without further protest.

"He's learned the first rule of any Ranger team," Zhane remarked, catching the door and holding it for Andros. "Never argue with the girls."

"I heard that," Ty said over his shoulder, and Zhane grinned as he stepped into the cafe behind Andros.

"Doesn't matter," he answered, looking around. The foyer was small, with multicolored tiles leading out into the dining area. They seemed to be intended to funnel people toward the back, where the tiles ran up against a counter and spread out to both sides. "As long as you know it's true."

"Oh, I know it," Ty said ruefully. They were moving in the girls' wake now, following the colored path between tables and plants. The place wasn't even half full, and their entrance had drawn more than just mild interest.

"Smile," he whispered to Andros, and the Red Ranger frowned at him.

"I'm off duty," he muttered back. "I don't have to smile if I don't want to."

He caught Andros' arm and made him stop before he'd even thought about what he was going to do. But it was such an odd way of sulking, purely Andros to justify it by saying he didn't want to be happy just now, thank you very much... He couldn't resist.

He pressed his mouth to Andros', grinning at the Red Ranger's swift flush of embarrassment as he pushed Zhane away. It was worth Andros' stony silence to have done that in a public place. It was even more worth it when he felt fingers fumbling for his, Andros squeezing his hand awkwardly even as he refused to meet Zhane's eye.

"You get to pick the table," Astrea remarked as they clustered around the counter. "We're ordering for you."

"She really is turning into Ashley," Zhane muttered to Andros, easily loud enough for her to overhear.

Astrea narrowed her eyes at him. "Be nice to me or you'll get meatballs," she informed him.

"Let's go get a table," he suggested, as though he thought had just occurred to him. "Far away. By the windows."

"We can't sit in front of the windows," Ty pointed out, apparently as subject to the girls' banishment as they were. "They're for people who come in alone to people-watch."

"We can sit near them, though." Zhane was surprised when Andros didn't let go of his hand as they made their way back to the front of the cafe, but he didn't complain. He knew everyone who hadn't looked up when they first entered was looking now.

"Why do you want to sit near the windows, again?" Ty wanted to know. "It's getting dark out; we won't be able to see anything soon."

"Don't care," Zhane answered, pointing to one of the corner tables. There was no one in the single seats at the window near it now, though he was willing to bet there would be soon. "It's the principle of the thing."

They took over the small table, which only had four chairs, and Ty leaned over to snag a chair from one of the nearby empties. "They probably charge for extra chairs," he joked, barely getting the sentence out before a girl with a notepad appeared next to their table.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked, sounding nervous and a little eager at the same time. "We're a full-service establishment, and we serve lunch and dinner all day long."

"I think our friends are ordering for us," Zhane said, flashing a smile at her. "Could we have something to drink while we're waiting?"

"Of course," she gushed, smiling back at him and then quickly sharing the expression with the rest of the table. "What can I get for you?"

"I'll have some water, please." Zhane glanced over at Ty, and the Black Ranger lifted his gaze to the girl with the notepad.

"Do you have juice?" he asked. When she launched into a list of juices, he smiled and interrupted, asking for the first one with a grateful look that couldn't be mistaken for rude.

She turned her attention to Andros at last, taking in his frozen expression and folded arms with some trepidation. "And you, sir?"

"Just water," Andros muttered. Zhane kicked him under the table, and he added reluctantly, "Thank you."

"Could you bring two waters for our friends, too?" Zhane said quickly, and she nodded.

Tucking the stylus behind her ear, she gave them a bright smile and promised, "I'll be right back with your drinks." Taking her electronic notepad with her, she turned and had to sidestep Ashley and Astrea on her way back to the counter.

"Who's that?" Ashley asked, sliding into the extra chair at the end of the table. Astrea sat down next to Ty, on her other side, giving her napkin and silverware a cursory inspection.

"She didn't introduce herself," Zhane admitted, embarrassed to realize he hadn't thought to ask. "We'll have to catch her when she comes back."

"Maybe she'll bring our food," Astrea said, taking Ty's fork.

"Hey," he protested. "You have your own silverware!"

"I know." She took Ashley's fork too, then reached across the table for Zhane's. "Andros, give me your fork."

Zhane looked over at him in time to see him raise his eyebrow at his sister. "Why?"

"Because," she said, taking it from him before he could protest. "I want it."

"Andros, is there a reason you look like this is the worst thing you've ever done?" Ashley asked, point-blank. "It was your suggestion."

"It's not the worst thing I've ever done." He moved the rest of his silverware out of Astrea's reach, eyeing her arrangement warily. She was setting each of their forks in a circle, handles on the inside and prongs on the outside, like the spokes of a wheel.

"Not exactly a ringing endorsement," Ty observed, leaning back in his chair.

Andros just shrugged, clearly not in any mood to elaborate. But Ashley was right, it had been his suggestion. Zhane studied him, trying to decide how much of it was just him seeming upset compared to the rest of them, who were arguably more cheerful than they'd been in days, and how much was him actually being upset.

"He doesn't like people watching him," Astrea remarked, putting her finger at the center of her fork wheel. Violet tendrils licked out across the table, curling between the forks and vanishing like flames at the end where they tapered off.

"Wow," Ashley said, watching with unconcealed admiration. "That's cool!"

Astrea lifted her hand and curled her fingers together, drawing the violet light up off the table after them. It drew inward, toward her hand, then climbed into her palm when she turned her hand over. The light coalesced suddenly, forming a familiar butterfly shape that flitted up toward Ashley's shoulder.

Ashley laughed as the butterfly settled on her shoulder and then dissolved into thin air. "The other one is still glowing in my room," she told Astrea, looking down at her shoulder as though it might reform at any time.

"Did I hear that right?" Ty demanded, putting his elbows on the table as he leaned forward again. "You're the leader of the Rangers and you don't like people watching you?"

Andros lifted his gaze, an unmistakably challenging expression on his face. "So?"

"Just asking," Ty said quickly. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he managed to keep a straight face. "That's got to make press conferences harder."

"You have no idea," Zhane put in wryly. Andros glared at him, and he cleared his throat. "Although he hides it well."

"I'll say," Ty agreed. "I've seen him on the newsnets, and he looks totally calm. Kind of superior, actually; like he's only talking to the reporters because he's such a nice guy, not because he has to."

"Andros is good at public speaking," Ashley commented. "Just because he doesn't like it doesn't mean he can't do it."

"It runs in the family," Astrea said innocently. She was redistributing their forks, apparently bored with their mosaic patterns now. "You don't get to be the princess of evil without some kind of hereditary advantage."

"Does that make Andros the prince of good?" Ashley wanted to know.

Zhane couldn't help laughing, and he saw Ty sputter helplessly. Even Andros' dark expression lightened a little, his eyes smiling even when the rest of his face didn't. Just in time, the girl with the notepad returned with their drinks on a tray, and they were all spared having to answer Ashley's question.

"I have a juice for you," she said, lifting her chin in Ty's direction as she handed the glass to Ashley. Ashley set it on the table and slid it toward Ty obediently. "And four waters," the girl added, handing one to Ashley and another to Zhane.

They both passed the glasses on, and when Ashley went to take the second water she said politely, "Did you already tell us your name?"

"Oh, no," the girl exclaimed, looking torn between surprise and embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I'm Kesra," she added, settling for an apologetic smile.

"I'm Ashley," Ashley answered, smiling back. "Thanks for the water!"

"Nice to meet you, Ashley." The redhaired girl looked flustered but pleased, and Zhane knew there was no way she hadn't recognized Ashley. Still, an example was an example, and if he was going to kick Andros for not saying "thank you" he ought to follow Ashley's habit of introducing herself.

"I'm Zhane," he offered, flashing her a smile of his own. He'd never get Andros to go along with it, so he added, "This is Andros," before catching Ty's eye.

"I'm Ty," the Black Ranger said, lifting one hand in a half-wave.

"Kerone," Astrea said, looking up from her most recent silverware pattern. This one involved only her own utensils, arrayed around her glass in an overlapping triangle.

Kesra's eyes were wide, and she bobbed her head as soon as she realized they were actually waiting for her to answer. "We're honored to have you here," she said quickly, almost tripping over the words as she rested the empty tray against her hip. "Your food will be ready in just a few minutes."

She spun away before anyone could answer, and Ashley called, "Thank you!" after her retreating figure.

"See," Andros grumbled, drumming his fingers on the table. "That's exactly what I don't like."

"Andros, give her a break." Zhane reached out and stilled his fingers without thinking. "She just had five Power Rangers walk into a place she's probably worked at for all of three months, and one of them looks like he'd rather have teeth pulled than have anything to do with her."

"Maybe if we went out more often, people wouldn't be so surprised," Ty offered.

Andros gave him the Look, and only then did Zhane realize he'd gotten away without it. Andros hadn't pulled his hand away yet, either. "I wouldn't mind testing that," Zhane admitted with a grin.

"Plus we could stop begging Ty for dinner every single night," Ashley said impishly.

"It would be good for Andros' social skills," Astrea remarked, still playing with her silverware.

All Andros said was, "It's a thought," but Zhane exchanged knowing glances with Ashley. She winked at him, and he knew this wouldn't be the last time that Andros allowed himself to be dragged out in public.

(children)

The door swung open, a gust of wind throwing it against the wall as cold air rushed through. Laughter and voices jumping back and forth drowned out the tinkle of chimes while the group jostled its way in. The boisterous teens could have been anyone, but their faces were instantly recognizable.

The girls made for the back of the cafe, joined hands swinging nonchalantly between them. The boys trailed along behind, the distance between them growing as the blonde one drew his long-haired companion into a very public display of affection. Although the recipient returned the kiss with enthusiasm, he was obviously flustered when he pushed the blonde away.

Smug and loving every minute of it, the one pulled the other forward to join their group at the counter. An argument broke out on arrival, good-natured and inconsequential though it might have been, and all of the boys found themselves relegated to a secondary capacity. As half the group made their way out into the cafe proper, everyone else lowered their gazes or turned away in a mostly futile effort to pretend their attention was elsewhere.

The door banged open again, and this time the chimes were clearly audible as the newest patron paused to search the room with her eyes. Settling on the figure by the window, she skirted the path that would have brought her to the counter and made her way over to the two-person table. "Exciting night," she offered breathlessly, dropping into the empty seat.

"If you're media," the table's occupant agreed, giving the camera around the other woman's neck a pointed look. "You follow them?"

"They're off duty." Unwinding her hood and rubbing her hands together briskly, she eyed the single tea on the table. "Just happened to be walking down the same road, that's all. You want that?"

She pushed the tea across the table without a word, watching long fingers engulf the mug gratefully. It was a cold night, this close to spring. She had seen the Rangers--some of them, at least--shivering their way down the sidewalk for several minutes before they entered the cafe. The Power apparently granted little immunity to chill.

The mug clattered back to the table along with an appreciative sigh and a cold-induced sniffle. "That's the stuff. So did I miss anything?"

"Just a kiss and an argument over their order."

The group had been reunited by now, clustering around a table on the other side of the room with some rearrangement of chairs and what appeared to be a great deal of... elbowing. They had no compunction about getting in each other's faces, and they seemed completely unaware of the effect their presence had on the rest of the cafe. She almost felt sorry for the girl who had gone over to wait on them.

"Really? Who kissed? That's what I get for trying to be subtle; I miss all the good stuff!"

Transfixed by the impossibility of violet sparkles appearing out of nowhere, she barely heard the words. The others didn't look awed in the slightest; magic was part of their daily lives, after all. The original Rangers were more preoccupied with each other, and the newest one was ribbing them mercilessly. Only the girls were paying any attention to the lightshow, and even to them it seemed an idle interest, like someone drumming their fingers on a hard surface to pass the time.

"They're so casual," she murmured, wondering if they had any idea how supernatural their lives looked to the rest of the world. They took it all in stride, as though they were just typical teenagers getting a bite to eat before hitting the town.

"They're so young," the woman across from her corrected. "It still throws me when I see them in person. They're children! My son is older than they are, and god forbid he do his own laundry, let alone save the world."

She smiled a little, watching as the server returned with their drinks. They drew her into their group without a second's hesitation, introducing themselves and chatting her up as though she was having dinner with them. How many people would do that? Young or old, prestigious or not--how many people went out of their way for a stranger they might never see again?

There was more to these "children" then just the Power. They were certainly smart, skilled, and charismatic, but on top of that... they meant well. They fought for a better world, not just with weapons and battleships, but with their words, their actions--their belief that the world was better, already.

With their very presence, they reminded her that life was magic. One didn't have to be part of a superpowered fighting force to make a difference. It could be done with something as simple as a smile.

7. Four

It was raining. Ashley pulled the blanket closer around her shoulders, trying not to think about anything. One thing she could say for electronic readers: it was much easier to hold them one-handed than it was an actual book. She tucked her unoccupied hand under the edge of the blanket to keep it warm and rested her head against the back of her giant beanbag chair.

It wasn't really a beanbag chair, in the sense that no one here called it that. She and Kerone had finally gone shopping, giving up on the boys ever being ready to participate in such an event, and they had ended up with honest-to-goodness furniture. Not that Zhane's grandparents hadn't helped them out considerably at first, but a couple's castoffs couldn't furnish the living arrangements for five people.

So now she had a big, moldable, beanbag-like chair, and the perfect place to snuggle when she wanted to ignore the rest of the world for a while. The only problem was that the rest of the world wasn't letting her ignore it. First, the rain had started, evoking a round of complaints from the zords. Then her heater had inexplicably shut off, and she just didn't feel like doing anything about it.

Now, when she was finally comfortable and determined not to venture out of her room for anything, there was a knock on the door. Ashley sighed, wondering if whoever was out there would believe she had fallen asleep. Or left. Maybe she wasn't in her room at all.

The knock came again. This time she lowered her reader and eyed the door with exasperation. After a few seconds of internal debate, she called reluctantly, "Come in."

Zhane poked his head around the doorframe, and she mustered a small smile. "Hey," she greeted him, setting the reader in her lap and hiding her other hand under the blanket. "What's up?"

"It's cold in here," he complained, not bothering to answer. "Did you turn off your heater on purpose?"

She shook her head wordlessly. She didn't feel like explaining, and he didn't seem to expect her to. He just crouched down by the heater and rebooted it, making a face when it took a moment to warm up again. "These things are so slow," he grumbled.

Turning to brace himself against her bed, he slid to the floor next to the heater and regarded her curiously. "What are you doing?"

She shrugged, not really in the mood to talk. "Reading."

For some reason, that made him grin. "That's what I always say, too. Want to go do something?"

She really didn't, but before she could tell him so the shriek of their newly installed alert system cut through the quiet. She clapped her hands over her ears, wishing for one brief second that she could just curl up under the blanket and wait until the noise went away. Even as the thought crossed her mind, though, Ranger instinct pushed her to her feet and she chased Zhane out onto the catwalk.

"Whose idea was it to make it so loud?" Zhane shouted over the sound, and she rolled her eyes as she joined him at the railing. The first makeshift alarms had been routed through the comm screens and relied on DECA to make sure they knew what was going on. The new one was a separate, generalized warning system designed to wake the soundest sleeper--probably throughout Keyota.

The alert system was abruptly silenced, and Ashley saw a sparkle of violet dissipating from the nearest siren. "Thanks, Kerone," she called, taking her hands away from her ears.

"No problem," Andros' sister answered, her voice echoing up from the middle of the zord bay. A moment later she emerged, pushing a short, blue-clad figure ahead of her. "We seem to have an intruder."

As she caught sight of the intruder's face, she knew her first reaction had been right. Alert be damned, she should have just pulled the blanket up over her head and stayed where she was. There was only one way Justin could have appeared without any kind of warning inside the hangar bay.

"JT?" Zhane was hanging over the railing, peering down at the two of them with a strange expression. She had no idea what made him think this was JT rather than Justin, but he must have been right because the figure in blue nodded.

"You can talk," Kerone said warily.

"Thanks," JT responded. "I think. You take your intruder alerts very seriously."

"Don't you?" Kerone retorted. She didn't sound amused.

JT shrugged. "Point."

"What are you doing here?" Zhane wanted to know. He must have ranked JT low on the "threat" scale, for he was already starting down the stairs. Ashley debated teleporting, just on principle, but in the end she followed his example.

"I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I said I was testing your response time," JT offered, a hint of Justin's old humor showing through.

"It's only funny if it's not true," Zhane warned, not taking his eyes off the stairs. He was suddenly in a bad mood, Ashley thought. She wondered if he was taking over Andros' role in the Red Ranger's absence.

"You're almost as bad as we are." JT didn't look intimidated in the slightest. "And we have a reason for not having a sense of humor."

The war in JT's dimension was certainly an excuse, but they seemed to have their own brand of humor nonetheless. It was sometimes dark and deadpan, but it was there and most of the time it was surprisingly normal. She supposed Rangers in any dimension did whatever they could to keep some normalcy in their lives.

"We have no way of knowing you're who you say you are," Kerone informed him. "So either give us some proof or get to the point."

"The point is that I'm here at all." JT's face was devoid of expression now. "And if I got in here just like that, you have bigger problems than who I really am."

"If you're going somewhere with that," Zhane said, jumping down the last few steps and striding across the bay, "you can start any time now."

"Had any unannounced visitors lately?" JT asked, halting Zhane's advance with a seemingly casual question. "Bad guys showing up where they shouldn't be? Quantrons slipping past sensor nets?"

Ashley caught up with Zhane and they exchanged glances. "Yeah," Zhane said slowly. "What do you know about that?"

"I know what made you switch places with our Rangers when Justin and I first started the ID experiments," JT told him. "It wasn't just the fact that you were counterparts. It was Dimitria. Or your proximity to Dimitria's Rangers, in your case."

Ashley frowned, catching Kerone's confused gaze and shaking her head in return. "What are you talking about?"

"Interdimensional beings use landmarks, road signs to find their way through the dimensions," JT explained. "Some of them they know instinctively, some they're so familiar with that they can find them with their eyes closed. But most of the time they need a way to figure out where they are and where they're going, sometimes very quickly."

"Which has to do with us how?" Kerone interrupted.

"It doesn't have anything to do with you, actually." JT considered her for a moment. "You didn't know Dimitria... at least, as far as I know?"

"No," she agreed, not looking any more enlightened.

He nodded. "You're all right then. But Dimitria obviously considered the Turbo Rangers 'hers'. She often used them to find her way back to this dimension, as she did in ours before the war."

"How?" Ashley had a sinking suspicion that it wasn't going to be something as simple as just looking around for them and then popping in.

"By tagging the Power you held at the time. That's why Cassie couldn't stop the switch by giving away her astromorpher."

"But we don't hold the Turbo Power anymore," Ashley protested.

JT looked surprised. "Did you give it away?"

"It was destroyed," she said, looking to Zhane for support. He just shrugged. "We lost it when Divatox blew up the Power Chamber."

JT gave her an odd look. "Who told you that?"

Before she could answer he continued, "Justin got his powers back. What makes you think the rest of you can't? The Power source is still viable."

"And what does this have to do with you appearing in the middle of the hangar?" Kerone insisted. When they looked at her, she tossed her head. "Just because he looks like JT doesn't mean he is JT. He hasn't even said anything useful, let alone explained how he got here."

"Obviously, I traveled interdimensionally." JT rolled his eyes in such a Justin-like fashion that Ashley had to hide a smile. "I thought you'd have already figured out why I'm here by now."

"To bring back bad memories?" Zhane suggested dryly.

JT didn't smile. "Dark Spectre is an interdimensional being," he told them. "And you guys are homing beacons."

Water splashed in his face and he threw himself out of the way, tumbling back into the world of murky silence as he lost his grip on the fin that had hauled him to the surface. With a powerful kick he shot back toward the source of the splash, keeping his head just under the film that separated water from air. He could see the place where it lightened and his hand shot up, breaking the surface and grabbing Aura's ankle.

The light vanished as she lost her concentration and crashed through the waves in a swirl of air bubbles and long shadowy hair. Before she could retaliate he felt the familiar fin under his hand again and his fingers closed on it without question. The dolphin sped away faster than he could swim, keeping him just out of Aura's reach and as she pushed him up out of the depths once more.

Aura popped out of the water a short distance a way, face tilted back so that her hair slid away across her shoulders as she emerged. "Conspiracy," she declared, voice bouncing off the waves toward him. "You would never escape on your own!"

"That's why she helps me!" Carlos shouted back. "She feels sorry for me, being pitted against your superior strength and maneuverability!"

"She should feel sorry for me, having to deal with your devious and underhanded tactics!" Aura retorted. Her hands glowed as she lifted them out of the water and braced them on the surface. With practiced ease, she boosted herself up and let the glow of rehydration completely envelop her as she settled on the surface.

It wasn't part of their game to admit it, but the way she pretended he didn't *need* the advantage--that he was somehow cheating by letting Tori help him--made him feel more comfortable on Aquitar than anything else could have. He was lucky, too, not to be the first. Billy had all sorts of random but useful advice, and Aquitar's own open door policy ensured that many species before theirs had found ways to adapt to a hydrocentric biosphere.

Aura's communicator went off a fraction of a second before his, probably due to the cell phone linkup Billy had modified his to accommodate. He saw her tilt her head, but she didn't open her eyes or let the glow fade. He lifted his own communicator and acknowledged before it could go off again.

"It's Billy," the voice answered, and he grinned. Speak of the devil. "I've got someone here asking for you."

"For both of us?" Carlos found that highly unlikely. There weren't a lot of people on Aquitar that would be trying to contact him, and even fewer that would be doing it in person.

"Just you, actually," was the unexpected reply. "John, from Eltare?"

The Earth name sounded so incongruous when associated with the galaxies-distant planet that it took him a moment to place the name. Several of their Robot Rangers had adopted new names in an effort to establish their own identities, and "John" had originally been TJ's mechanical counterpart. Carlos' had vanished after an argument with Zordon that no one seemed particularly willing to talk about.

"Right," he said at last. "John. What, is he out to see the universe or something?"

"He says he has a message from Justin," Billy answered. "He'd prefer to deliver it face to face."

Of course. He sighed, patting Tori's side absently as she twisted her head to nose the air in question. His only consolation was that it was still Friday afternoon, and he could spend the whole weekend here if he wanted. "We'll be there in a few minutes," he told his communicator.

"Acknowledged."

He dropped his other hand to Tori's back, letting her buoy him up and smiling at her curious look. "I just have this feeling it's bad news," he told her. "We don't hear from Justin much since he left Earth, but when we do, it's usually something we wish we didn't have to know about."

She dipped her head this time, a dolphin mimic of the Aquitian greeting.

"He's a Ranger," Carlos explained. "He used to be one of Earth's Rangers. We were on the same team for a while, but he stayed behind when we... joined another team. Then he left Earth, and he's been doing all sorts of experiments with interdimensional travel on Eltare."

Tori shook her head sharply, and he rolled his eyes in agreement. "Yeah, it's crazy. He has these Robot Rangers helping him--they were built to be just like us. Like me and the members of our old team, the one Justin was on. And then there are the Psycho Rangers, who were magically created to steal other people's identities, and who did they pick? Us. They're good now, and they're helping him too, but basically whenever any of them gets involved in one of his experiments, we end up right in the middle with them."

The dolphin made a complicated movement that he couldn't interpret.

"She says she thought one of you was enough," Aura informed him, the glow fading from around her as she slid into the water again. "And I agree with her."

"She didn't say that!" Carlos protested, seeing Tori make an abortive rolling motion that was clearly disagreement. "Besides, I don't have a Psycho Ranger, thanks to you, and my Robot Ranger took off. So I don't know what you're complaining about."

"I'm complaining about the fact that this does not seem to exempt you from whatever new crisis Justin has created." Aura swam to his side without any visible effort, pressing her cheek to Tori's bottlenose in greeting. "I assume John is not here for a social visit."

"How come sometimes you can hear when you do that and sometimes you can't?" Carlos demanded. "I can't figure out when I'm safe talking and when I'm not!"

"You are never safe from me," she replied, grey eyes gleaming under the cloudy sky. She captured one of his hands and he slid his fingers through hers instinctively. She smiled, reaching up to lift his breather from around his neck. "Shall we go?"

He sighed, patting the dolphin once more. "Thanks, Tori," he said, sliding a little lower in the water as he let go of her support. He let Aura put the breather in his mouth, but he released her hand to motion, I wanted to spend the afternoon with you.

She extended her thumb and little finger, gesturing between them with a smile. Me too.

Tori, not so willing to be dismissed, slid back under his free hand. He glanced over at her surprise, and the way her nose circled was clearly an impatient gesture. Let's go!

He caught hold of her fin without hesitation, letting her draw him back under the water. He saw Aura neatly invert herself, arrowing after them with an ease that could only come from living most of one's life underwater. Billy had tried to explain to him why Aquitians didn't need buoyancy compensators, despite having almost the same density as humans, but he had yet to follow the explanation.

Tori left them right outside the waterlock, and as the water drained out of the tiny room Carlos gestured to Aura. How does she know when I'm here?

There's a pod that watches the Ranger Dome, she answered. I think they tell her.

He dropped his breather, taking a deep breath as in the cramped quarters of the waterlock. The door cycled open at last, and he motioned for her to go first. They made their way out into the corridor and took the lift up to the control room: she speculating aloud over Justin's message, and he wondering if John had already been to Earth.

The first thing he noticed when the door slid open was that John was wearing grey. The second thing was that Billy and Cestria were both with him, and Cestria wasn't in uniform. Neither was Billy, actually, but Billy's clothes were slightly less flamboyant. Since when did Cetaci let on-duty Rangers wear whatever they wanted?

"Hi," John said, interrupting his train of thought. "Sorry to take you away from whatever you were doing, but this is kind of important."

"It always is," Carlos agreed with a sigh. "What's going on?"

"Well, for one thing, Jay and Justin have stabilized their access to ID space." John must have seen and correctly interpreted his expression, because he added, "They can send people anywhere in the Local Group interdimensionally. That's how I got here, in fact."

"Without the inconvenience of switching places with your dimensional counterparts, I assume," Aura interjected.

John grinned at her. "I think 'inconvenience' is a mild term for it, but yes, without that."

"Good," Aura said smoothly. "I have no desire to experience that again."

"Hey!" Carlos glared at her. "Who was doing the experiencing again? Don't try to convince me I was any worse than you were."

"Perhaps you both suffered for not having met the other," Cestria offered. When they both turned to look at her, she smiled a little. "Or perhaps not."

"So we don't have to worry about being switched again, is that the message we're supposed to get?" Carlos asked pointedly.

"Well, not exactly," John admitted. "Yes, that's true, but no, that's not what I came here to tell you."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, and John grinned suddenly. "Man, I miss you. It's been a long time since our Carlos has been around."

"For which you should count yourself lucky," Aura put in, filling a silence that Carlos wasn't sure what to do with.

"I have my own fan club," Carlos told John, deadpan. "You should sign up."

John just shook his head, giving Aura a little more attention than Carlos would have liked. "I can see that," he said at last, still grinning as he looked back at Carlos. "Anyway, Jay discovered something while they were looking for a way to map the dimensions, and it involves you and Dimitria."

"Me and Dimitria?" Carlos repeated, giving John an arch look.

"All of the Turbo Rangers and Dimitria," John amended. "Jay and Justin were talking to Zordon about how interdimensional beings find their way, and it turns out that they basically use whatever landmarks they're most familiar with.

"Unfortunately, in Dimitria's case, that was the Power that her Rangers were using. It was strong enough to be detectable outside the dimension itself, and it was anchored through the five of you. So basically she used you guys to find her way back to your dimension whenever she left."

"I'm guessing this is bad," Carlos remarked, when John paused.

"Yeah," John said seriously. "For a couple of reasons. One, any interdimensional being can use the 'signs' that another establishes. Two... Dark Spectre is an interdimensional being."

"Was," Carlos corrected uneasily. He glanced around at the others and was reassured to see them in varying states of confusion. Even Billy didn't look like he knew where John was going with this.

"Is," John said firmly. "When you blew up Dark Spectre's flagship, you didn't destroy him. You just destroyed his conduit to this dimension."

"Are you saying he can come back?" Aura demanded.

"No." Billy was shaking his head before she'd finished asking the question. "He can't spontaneously generate a new conduit. He's cut off from this dimension forever."

"He is," John agreed. "His influence isn't. He's still alive in JT's dimension, and he's gotten so powerful that he can start affecting things in this one again. He can't physically manifest here, but he can communicate with soldiers in this dimension and he can move them around if he has reference points."

Billy got it first. "The Turbo Rangers."

"Yeah," John said grimly. "The Turbo Rangers."

He slid a full glass across the counter and retrieved the last one, holding it under the tap until it was in danger of overflowing. The ice clinked against the sides as he lifted it to his mouth, taking a huge gulp of water and then putting the glass back under the faucet to top it off. There were advantages to being the one in charge of drinks.

"Karen!" Max did a good impression of outrage, especially when he wasn't. "What have I told you about the responsibilities implicit in the serving of food!"

"Um..." Karen did a much less convincing impression of shame. "That you should take advantage of them as often as possible?"

"You take advantage of an error," Max informed her. "You live up to a responsibility."

"Yeah?" Karen's grin was evident in her voice. "What's your point?"

"She's going to tell you that putting her in charge of the food was your mistake," TJ put in, lifting his glass out of the sink and turning around. "Even I can see that one coming."

"I had hoped that my trust in her would set her on the path to responsibility," Max replied, giving every evidence of disappointment. "Clearly that was, as you say, my mistake."

"Complain, complain, complain," Karen teased, picking another shrimp out of the rice she had dumped into a casserole dish. She popped it into her mouth without any attempt at subtlety. "Better get a plate before I eat it all."

"Tess!" TJ called, leaning over the counter to peer into the living room. "Food's ready!"

He could just see her around the corner, star and moon fleece socks waving idly in the air as she sprawled on the floor with her textbook. "Be right there," she answered distractedly.

"That's what you said ten minutes ago," Karen reminded her, helping herself to the rice before Max could say anything. "Whatever you're reading can't possibly be that interesting."

"It's interesting enough that the professor's testing us on it on Monday," Tessa retorted. She hadn't moved from her place on the floor.

"You have an exam on Valentine's Day?" Karen just shook her head, handing the spoon to TJ before grabbing her glass and moving down the counter. "That's pretty harsh."

TJ chuckled. "You always say that," he pointed out, heaping fried rice onto his own plate and reaching over Karen's arm to snag a couple of chicken fingers. "You think it's unfair no matter what day it's on."

"I do seem to recall you complaining about a test that fell on your cat's birthday," Max said thoughtfully, picking up a pair of chopsticks. "Are there any days you would consider a test acceptable?"

"No." Karen didn't even have to think about it. "Exams are a waste of time. If you know the stuff you then shouldn't have to prove it, and if you don't know it, what do you need the reminder for?"

"There's an obvious flaw in your reasoning, my dear." Max followed along behind them, using his chopsticks where they had used spoons or their fingers.

"And I'm sure you're going to tell me what it is," Karen agreed. "Tessa! Max is hogging all the tofu, so unless you're planning to fight him for it--"

That elicited a laugh from the direction of the living room, and the sound of a book slamming shut. "I'm coming already," Tessa said, coming around the corner to join them at the kitchen counter. "Did you steal my plate?"

TJ offered her his and she pretended to inspect it. Taking one of the mushrooms from his rice, she smiled at him as she put it in her mouth. "Thanks," she said lightly, accepting the empty plate he handed her.

"Students don't value learning for its own sake," Max was telling Karen. "They learn only because it's expected of them. They wouldn't bother if they didn't have anything to show for it at the end of the year."

"Oh, that's not true," Karen chided. "Plenty of people learn just because they want to know!"

"Says the undeclared liberal arts major," TJ put in.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I said 'plenty of people'," she reminded him. "Not me."

"Feeling cynical about the teaching profession tonight, Max?" Tessa asked, taking a spoon to the tofu and sprouts.

"It's Friday," he told her. "I'm allowed to be cynical on Friday."

There was the sound of footsteps outside, and TJ caught Max's eye. The other looked puzzled too, clearly not expecting anyone. TJ put his plate down even before the knock came and he headed for the front door.

Peering out the front window, he was startled to see Cassie standing there. "Hey!" He threw the door open and stepped out, laughing as he went to hug her. "What are you doing here!"

She hugged him back, a little awkwardly, and only then did it occur to him that she was huggable again. Hands on her shoulders, he took a step back to study her. "Are you all right?" he asked, delight turning to concern as he tried to remember how close to term she had been. "What happened?"

"I'm not Cassie," she said, flashing him an oddly indulgent smile. "And she's fine, as far as I know. Still due sometime next month. I'm Sandy."

He blinked, not letting go of her shoulders. "Sandy... hey," he repeated, and he had to grin at her amused expression. "That's--weird, but you probably think the same thing about me. Come on in."

The others had gathered around the door by now, and of all of them, Max looked the most confused. "Sandy?" he repeated, studying her curiously. "Have we met?"

"Sandy's a Robot Ranger," TJ explained, keeping one hand on her shoulder as they stepped inside. "Sandy, this is my uncle, Max, and you've met Tessa and Karen."

"Hi," she said, nodding to them and then transferring her smile to Max. "It's nice to meet you, Max. John's told me a lot about you."

Max raised an eyebrow, looking from her to TJ and back again. "John?"

"My... friend," Sandy answered. TJ glanced at her sideways, wondering if he had imagined her hesitation. "He's a Robot Ranger too. He has some of TJ's old memories."

"Some?" TJ echoed, squeezing her shoulder. "Are you guys getting forgetful in your old age?"

"Just making some memories of our own," she said lightly. Though she didn't look upset, he knew when to back off. She had the same expression that Cassie wore when he'd said something so stupid that she didn't want to embarrass him by pointing it out.

"Well, Sandy," Max said with a beatific smile, "It's nice to meet you too. Will you join us for dinner?"

"Actually," she admitted, "I just came to deliver a message."

"You came a long way for a message," TJ pointed out, reaching past her to push the door shut. "Come on out to the kitchen, and maybe we can change your mind."

She smiled, but she allowed him to lead her out back. "Chinese food," she said, looking a little surprised as they gathered around the counter. "I..." She caught TJ's inquiring expression and she looked a little embarrassed. "John made it sound like Max wouldn't be caught dead ordering out."

"It's been a long week," Max huffed, handing her an empty plate. "I am entitled to my moments of weakness, just as everyone else is. Chopsticks or fork?"

"Chopsticks," Sandy said promptly, putting herself back in Max's good graces with that single word. "Thanks."

"Something to drink?" TJ suggested. "Water's the main thing on the menu tonight, but we could probably find a soda or something if you're homesick."

He regretted the word the moment he said it, but it was too late to take it back. Sandy hesitated, flashing a smile when she saw him wince. "It's all right. Water is fine, thank you."

"So what brings you all the way from Eltare?" Tessa asked, as TJ went to the cupboard for another glass. "I hope it's not one of those 'the galaxy is about to be invaded' messages."

"No," Sandy said with a laugh. "We're spared that, at least for now. This is more of an, 'oh by the way, don't go near the Border' message."

TJ frowned as the ice maker ran briefly, glancing at her as he turned back to the sink. "The Border? Why not?"

"Look at that," Karen commented, not seeming to take Sandy's warning seriously. "She's going for the tofu too. I really don't know how you guys can eat that stuff."

"You're not a fan of tofu?" Sandy asked in all innocence.

"Let's just say that if you were anyone else, I'd be offended that you put me and 'tofu' in the same sentence." Karen lingered by the end of the counter, waiting for Sandy and Max to finish filling their plates before heading into the living room. Tessa was already munching absently on a piece of broccoli.

"The Border," TJ reminded them. He handed Sandy a glass of icewater before gathering up his own food and drink. "Why shouldn't we be going out there?"

"Dark Spectre is organizing new quantron armies," Sandy answered. She was serving herself rice--with chopsticks--as easily as Max had, and without any of the concern she ought to have shown for such an announcement.

"Don't you love being a Ranger?" Karen asked, apparently directing the question at Tessa. "'Hey there. The Monarch of Evil is trying to kill you. Pass the tofu.'"

"I've been standing up all day," Max declared. "My dinner will be conducted in a civilized fashion that involves actually being seated while it's consumed. You're welcome to join me in the living room or not, depending on how much you think it will matter to this Dark Spectre."

So they all ended up in the living room, Karen and Tessa on the couch while Sandy settled herself carefully on the futon. Max took the chair by the porch door, and TJ slid onto one of the stools by the counter. He waited until Max's mouth was full to turn an expectant gaze on Sandy again.

She caught his eye immediately. "Dark Spectre has been launching quantron raids against the Border, but you probably know that already. What I came to tell you is that you, TJ, and Carlos too, shouldn't plan any visits out that way in the near future."

"Wait," Karen interrupted. "You lost me already. Since when is Dark Spectre alive?"

"He was never dead," Sandy told her. "He was just cut off from our dimension. Unfortunately, he's become so powerful in JT's dimension that he's starting to extend his influence again."

"He wasn't dead?" Tessa repeated incredulously. "Who survives having their ship blow up around them?"

"An interdimensional being with a built-in escape route," Sandy answered. "He can't manifest his physical form in this dimension anymore. But if he can perceive this dimension from another one, he can still affect things here."

"How can he see anything in this dimension if he's not in it?" TJ wanted to know. "That doesn't make any sense."

"He can't see things that are only of this dimension," Sandy agreed. "But there are plenty of things here that aren't. Other interdimensional beings, Jay and Justin's interdimensional portals... you and Carlos."

"Stop," TJ said, even though she already had. He pointed his fork at her. "Why me and Carlos? You said that before and didn't explain it. How come Dark Spectre can see us? We're not interdimensional."

"No," Sandy admitted. "But Dimitria tagged you, back when you were Turbo Rangers. She wanted to make sure she could always find you, and that you could always contact her if you needed to, no matter where she was.

"Jay and Justin call them 'road signs'," she added, as though that might help. "She altered the Power you held just enough that she could distinguish it from the Turbo Power in any other dimension. It made you safer, then, because it meant that she could keep an eye on you from anywhere. But now that she's gone, it just means that you're visible to any interdimensional being that happens to look for you."

"Wait," TJ repeated, a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Dimitria's gone?"

Sandy paused, glancing around at the others before her gaze came to rest on him again. "I thought you knew."

He shook his head mutely.

"She was cast out of our dimension during the occupation of Eltare," Sandy said, her voice quieting. "She tried to protect Zordon, and Dark Spectre used his power to strike her down. She barely managed to escape in time."

There was a moment of silence, which Max finally broke. "So what you're saying," he said, chopsticks poised in midair, "is that even incredibly powerful people are helpless against this guy, and he basically has a map showing him where the former Turbo Rangers are at all times."

Sandy smiled a little at his summary. "Among other things," she allowed. "We're pretty sure he can't send quantrons this deep into League space yet. For one thing, he's using his own energy to move troops through ID space, and that's not easy. For another... well, if he could do it, you probably would have seen them by now."

"He's using ID space?" Tessa echoed. "Even Justin couldn't do that!"

"Couldn't," Sandy agreed. "He and Jay can do it now, though. That's how I got here."

"Right," TJ said, the unasked question now answered. "This was a test, then?"

Sandy hesitated, and he got the same impression she'd given him earlier: she wasn't pausing because he'd caught her out, she was only trying to find a polite way to voice the truth. "Yes," she said at last. "But not of ID travel.

"This was a test of the 'road signs'," she told them. "Justin sent JT, Jay, John, and I out to warn the former Turbo Rangers. If he could open an interdimensional portal straight to you on the first try, so could anyone else."

Sparkles of predawn light caught at the fountain's highest reaches, illuminating a droplet here or there as the streams of water danced in the dimness. Even at night, when Elisia's temperature plummeted to half the killing heat of noon, the air was so dry that the fountain had to be surrounded by a hydro containment field. There were fountains like it throughout the town, celebrations of life in the midst of an environment too harsh to flaunt such a luxury.

She watched the cascade of water from the cool refuge of the promenade, knowing it would be shut down by the time everyone was up for breakfast. There was a sandstorm sweeping across the desert from the west, and wind would begin to buffet the town by midmorning. They would be confined to the indoors by afternoon, and fragile water sources like the fountain were protected well in advance.

Cassie shifted a little, trying to sit up straighter without losing the support of the chair that Raine had loaned her. The "pregnancy chair", as the Green Ranger called it. She claimed there were times when no amount of pillows or and cushions could make a woman comfortable. That was certainly true, but the straight-backed chair only helped for short periods of time.

"Take anything you can get," Raine had advised. "Whatever you do, don't try to be brave or respectable. You're pregnant with twins, and you're entitled to anything that makes you feel even the slightest bit better."

She hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep the night before. She couldn't get comfortable, and at least being up and moving around distracted her. She had already done her stretches for the morning, but she was tempted to repeat them now just so she would have something else to think about.

It was too much work. She'd have to wait until she either caught her breath or decided that the discomfort of sitting still outweighed the effort of moving. She wished she hadn't left her reader inside.

"I'd always heard that you can tell when you're pregnant," Jenna had said once. "That it's a feeling better than anything in the world."

"Ask me about it later," Cassie murmured under her breath. "Like in twenty years."

She couldn't help smiling a little, as she imagined Jenna's reaction. If it was possible, she had no doubt that the former Pink Ranger would do exactly that. "Your twenty years are up," she would say, appearing out of nowhere and probably scaring Cassie half to death. "So what was it like being pregnant?"

"It was long and tiring and uncomfortable," she told her imagination. "Never have twins."

There was a whisper of movement from the doorway, and she turned her head a little. "Who are you talking to?" Saryn asked quietly.

She sighed, unwilling to let him see how glad she was that he was up. "Jenna," she admitted. "Just remembering something she said to me."

"What did she say?" he wanted to know, stopping in front of her and holding out his hand. She let him help her to her feet, closing her eyes in relief when he motioned for her to turn around.

"She--" Cassie caught her breath when he laid his hand on her lower back. Warmth spread through her skin and into her tired muscles. She felt a tingle replace the ache in her back, and then even that faded as he trailed his fingers up her spine.

"Thank you," she breathed, leaning back into his embrace as he slid his arms around her. His hands settled over her rounded stomach, and she covered them with her own. "I feel like I'm carrying around a lead weight sometimes."

"How is your ankle?" he whispered, kissing her ear gently.

"Better," she said with a sigh. She had twisted it the day before, tripping over the base of the counter, of all things. Saryn had taken care of that, too, but sometimes she felt like such a basket case.

"You're beautiful," Saryn murmured, lifting one hand to brush her hair away from her face. "You don't know how proud I am to be your husband, and the father of your children."

She let out her breath in amusement, closing her eyes again. "You don't know how lucky I am to have an empathic husband," she whispered. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he replied, and his suggestive tone made her giggle.

"Only you could make that sound dirty," she murmured, turning in his arms to face him. It was a more difficult proposition than it had once been, but he didn't tease her about her weight. He knew, instinctively, how insecure it made her feel.

"Perhaps it is only you that heard it," he offered innocently. "I meant nothing more than what I said."

"Mm-hmm," she agreed, leaning close enough to kiss. "That explains it..."

His support was warm and comforting, and she reveled in the feeling of contentment he brought with him. Even kissing took most of her breath, though, and after a moment he held her closer and just rested his head against hers. "Tired?" he whispered.

"A little." She smiled into his shoulder and added, "Hungry."

His voice held an answering smile as he replied, "That can be remedied."

He kept his arm around her shoulders as she pulled away, turning back toward the door. They were just inside when he stiffened, and she looked up in surprise. She felt his other hand on her shoulder as he whirled, holding her in place, and the distinctive hum of a weapon powering up.

A glance over her shoulder revealed nothing more threatening than one of her old teamates, albeit not one she had expected to see here and now. She removed Saryn's hand gently as she turned around, careful to stay a little behind him. He took his self-assigned job as her protector more seriously than usual lately.

"How did you get in here?" Saryn demanded.

"ID travel," Justin said brightly. "Didn't mean to startle you. Pretty neat, huh?"

"There are protocols we follow with regard to compound admission." Saryn's reply was stern. "How were you able bypass them?"

"I mentioned the interdimensional travel, right?" Justin hadn't moved, and his stillness was the only indication that he was less confident than he sounded. Cassie didn't blame him. Saryn had occasionally been known to shoot first.

"Prove that you are who you say you are," Saryn told him, "and I will put more faith in your explanation."

Justin sighed, but he pulled up his shirt to reveal an electronic panel instead of skin. "Satisfied?"

"That proves you are a robot." Saryn didn't lower his weapon. "Not that you are Jay."

"O-kay..." Justin's robot counterpart looked to Cassie for help.

"Bulk and Skull were trying to teach us something the first time you came to Earth," she offered. "Do you remember?"

He brightened. "Sure! They gave you and Ashley tennis lessons. That was pretty funny."

Saryn glanced at her, and she nodded. He lowered his weapon reluctantly, making it clear what he thought of the situation. She stepped around him, sliding her arm through his and smiling at Jay. "Sorry," she apologized. "KO-35's had some guests that weren't so friendly. Come on in."

"Yeah, I heard about KO-35," Jay agreed, stepping through the doorway. "That's part of the reason I'm here, actually."

"What do you know of that?" Saryn asked warily.

"Do you want something to drink?" Cassie offered. "Come in, sit down. We were about to have breakfast... want to join us?"

"No thanks," Jay said, bouncing up on his toes. "Just wanted to let you know what's going on. Dark Spectre sent those quantrons to KO-35, you know."

"No," Saryn said darkly. "We did not know."

Jay shrugged. "Not many people do yet. He's gathered a huge base of operations in JT's dimension and he wants to expand its influence into ours. We're not sure, but we think he may have developed his own prototype for ID technology."

"You're not sure?" Saryn repeated. He didn't look impressed.

"Either that, or he's found a way to coordinate with someone in this dimension that has massive teleportal capabilities." Jay actually shrugged, clearly not intimidated. "It's possible, but not very likely. For one thing, we should know about someone like that already, and for another, they wouldn't have any real reason to help Dark Spectre."

"Help him do what?" Cassie asked. "What do you think he's trying to do, exactly?"

"I think he's trying to use technology to do what he can't," Jay said bluntly. "You guys threw him out of our dimension, and I think he's trying to find a way back."

"That makes no strategic sense." Saryn eyed Jay skeptically, almost as though he thought the Robot Ranger was trying to manufacture trouble. "He already has as much power as he could want, and his monarchy is actively at war. Why engage on another front?"

"Since when is any amount of power enough for Dark Spectre?" Jay demanded. "The forces of evil are always at war, and they're always looking for more than they have.

"I don't know why this dimension, specifically," he admitted. "But we do have a history. Maybe it's a matter of pride for him, or maybe it has something to do with our experiments with JT.

"Probably not," Jay added quickly, seeing Saryn's expression, "but at least we can communicate with JT and try to work together in this. We've gotten our own ID portal up and running, and we've isolated some of the reference points that Dark Spectre is using in this dimension."

Cassie shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wishing she could sit down. This was going to be one of those conversations that could go on for a long time. Maybe Saryn and Jay could fight it out while she went to find some food...

"Which are?" Saryn pressed impatiently. He was probably just as hungry, now that she thought of it. Too bad Jay didn't have a "pause" button.

"The Turbo team, for one." Jay looked straight at her. "Dimitria turned your Power into an interdimensional homing beacon. Dark Spectre can see it as well as she could, and he's using Ashley's to invade KO-35."

"The Turbo Power was destroyed," she protested, then remembered Justin. "Or... we thought it was."

"It wasn't," Jay said easily. "But it's harder to access without a key."

"How do we disable this 'homing beacon'?" Saryn demanded.

"We don't know," Jay admitted. "We were doing pretty well just to find it. The good news is that Dark Spectre doesn't seem to be able to send soldiers this deep into League space yet, so you're probably safe."

"For now," Cassie put in, frowning. "We need to talk to the others."

"By comm," Saryn remarked, as though it was a given.

She sighed, lifting her gaze to his. He knew perfectly well what she meant. "Saryn..."

"It's time for breakfast," he interrupted, not letting her finish. To Jay he added, "Join us or not, as you will, but I have other concerns."

Cassie shot Jay an apologetic look as Saryn turned away, but the Robot Ranger just shrugged. He must have considered his message delivered because all he said was, "Catch you later, then." Giving her a wink, he turned and strolled back through the door.

8. Relations

"You'll have to discuss that with Commander Marsie," Andros answered. "Our involvement with the Planetary Defense is subject to her authority and at her discretion."

"But isn't it true that you lead a fighter wing of which Commander Marsie is a part?" the reporter persisted. "Does the commander defer to you in battle?"

"The PD's command structure is not something I'm going to discuss," Andros told her point blank. "Commander Marsie and I recognize the necessity for a unified defense force, and because of that the Rangers are participating in PD training sims. Both the fighter wings and the Rangers are prepared to function interdependently or autonomously in a battle situation."

"Where was the fighter wing when the Ranger compound came under attack last week?" someone else wanted to know. "There have been several more incidents like that one, but the fighter wings have yet to respond. Why is that?"

"They haven't responded because it's not the job of the Planetary Defense to protect the zord hangar," Andros said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "There are five Rangers living in it, and if we can't handle a few quantrons then I don't know what good you think we'll be in battle."

The ripple of amusement from the crowd almost disguised the sound of a door opening at the back of the room, but the murmur grew louder as people who had shot a casual glance in that direction turned to look again. Andros had seen Zhane the moment he entered, and luckily he didn't have to wait for the Silver Ranger to make his way forward to find out what was going on. The press conference wasn't supposed to end for several more minutes.

Problem? The silent question slipped easily past those packing the crowded room, and Zhane's serious expression was answer enough.

"That's it for today," Andros told the room without hesitation. "Thank you all for your cooperation, and I'll see you at the next conference."

He headed for the back of the room without another word, ignoring the mostly well-meaning inquiries directed at the both of them. He tried not to show how grateful he was for the interruption, even if it did mean more bad news. Zhane's hand on his shoulder as they escaped out into the hallway was the most welcome support he'd had all day.

"We should get a PR agent," Zhane muttered, just quietly enough for him to hear. He didn't let go of Andros' shoulder. "I think you get more tense every time you do one of those things."

"Where's JT?" Andros kept his voice just as quiet. "Do the others know?"

"Hey!" Zhane stepped away from him abruptly, confronting a passerby with a strangely angry tone. Andros looked on in confusion as Zhane held out his hand. "I want that camera," the Silver Ranger told the woman. "No pictures outside of the conference room; you know that."

"I--I'm sorry," the woman stammered, glancing back and forth between them. Now that Andros was looking for it, he could see the media badge on her sleeve. "I'll delete it. This is my only camera!"

"Too bad for you," Zhane informed her. "Give me your badge, too, and I'll have it sent back to you."

"But I'll be kicked out of the building!" she protested, looking to Andros uncertainly.

"Maybe next time you won't try to take pictures of off-duty Rangers," Zhane countered. "Hand them over."

"Zhane," Andros interrupted, but the Silver Ranger didn't even look at him.

"Stay out of it, Andros. This isn't Earth, and I'm not going to let it turn into Earth. Camera and badge," he told the woman. "Or I'll get your security clearance revoked."

She handed them over without further complaint, and Zhane gestured for her to precede them down the hall. "We'll escort you out," he said, his expression curiously neutral. "So you don't have any trouble with security."

She gave him a wry look for that comment, but she did as she was told. Zhane glanced down at her badge as they emerged from the building, and Andros wondered if he would really keep it. Zhane was going to ruin his image as the media's darling if he kept this up.

"Kristet?" the Silver Ranger asked, lifting his head to study the woman again.

"Kristet Sinai," she corrected. "Just married."

"Well, Kristet Sinai," Zhane said, his good humor apparently restored, "it was nice to meet you." He pocketed the badge and nodded to her pleasantly. "I'll make sure you get these back. Enjoy your suddenly free day."

From the look of surprise on her face, Andros guessed that she hadn't expected Zhane to follow through on his threat either. He couldn't help smiling as Zhane slung an arm over his shoulder and steered him away, nonchalant as though nothing had happened. They walked the rest of the way to his hover in silence, but when Zhane pressed his palm to the driver's side door, he had to say something.

"She's going to miss that camera, you know," Andros remarked, eyeing him curiously. He had almost forgotten what Zhane had come to tell him by now.

"Sure she is," Zhane said dryly, settling into the hover and waiting for Andros to join him. "You didn't really fall for that, did you? 'Oh, this is my only camera... I'd be so lost without it!' Like she would have used her only camera to do something illegal."

"So you're cynical now, too?" Andros frowned as the hover broke out of the parking grid, and it occurred to him to wonder where they were going. Somehow, this seemed more important. "When did that happen?"

"Just because I don't want people taking pictures everywhere we go doesn't mean I'm cynical," Zhane retorted, not looking at him. "I'd like to be able to go somewhere with my friends without seeing it on the news the next day."

Andros let out a breath of amusement. "You love seeing yourself on the news," he reminded Zhane. "I'm the one that--"

He stopped. Zhane didn't say anything, keeping his eyes straight ahead. It was obvious in retrospect, but it was harder to put into words. "Are you... protecting me?"

Zhane laughed aloud, startling him. "Like you've ever in your life let someone else protect you!" He still didn't take his eyes off of the traffic, though, and Andros just watched him.

Zhane finally glanced in his direction. Catching Andros' eye, he looked away again with a muttered, "Someone has to."

Andros felt the corners of his mouth quirk. "Don't get carried away," he warned, but he couldn't deny the comfortable feeling of warmth Zhane's actions had instilled in him. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Back to the hangar," Zhane answered quickly. He seemed relieved that the questioning was over. "JT left some files, technical stuff that Ashley and Astrea are going over, and Cassie and Saryn called to say they're on their way in."

"JT's gone already?" He supposed that wasn't such a surprise; the other Blue Turbo Ranger often complained that their dimension interfered with his ability to get anything done. "Why are Cassie and Saryn coming? Did JT contact them, too?"

"Yes; because Cassie's bored; and no, Jay did." Zhane had an uncanny ability to remember multiple questions in order and tended to show it off at the most annoying times. Before Andros could press for more details, though, he elaborated of his own accord.

"JT was only here long enough to prove he could be," Zhane explained. "He and Justin think the former Turbo Rangers are some kind of interdimensional homing beacons that the Dark Spectre in his dimension is using to direct our Mystery Quantrons. I guess their old mentor--Dimitria?--was an interdimensional being, and she marked her Rangers somehow.

"The Robot Rangers went to tell the other Turbos, and when Cassie heard about it she decided it was a good excuse to drive Saryn crazy by insisting on traveling. So she's coming here, and of course Saryn is coming with her--just our luck," Zhane added as an aside.

Andros was quiet, thinking back over the recent quantron attacks. It wasn't obvious until one was looking for it, but they did seem to center around Ashley. They hadn't yet occurred anywhere on KO-35 but the hangar bay or the surrounding hills, and when quantrons did appear Ashley and Kerone were always the first to engage them.

"I'm just kidding," Zhane offered, shooting him a sideways look. "What are you thinking?"

Andros frowned, considering the idea more objectively. "It doesn't make any sense," he said abruptly. "Why would Dark Spectre send quantrons after the former Turbo Rangers? They never fought him, they don't have anything he wants--they're not even together, so it's not like he can mount some kind of coordinated attack."

Zhane shrugged. "Since when has something a villain done made sense? Just be glad Ash agreed to let Astrea be her bodyguard. Like she wasn't already."

Andros looked over at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You know." Zhane waved a hand dismissively. "The way Astrea's made it her personal mission lately to keep Ashley happy. Safe, smiling... whatever Ash wants, Astrea makes sure she gets it. You can't tell me you haven't noticed."

"What does..." Andros faltered, just short of asking what it was Ashley wanted that she wasn't getting. "She does?"

"Yeah." Zhane smirked at the oncoming traffic. "Ty thought they were sleeping together."

Andros' eyes widened. "What?!"

Zhane chuckled, shaking his head. "I should have known you'd say that," he mused. "Is there anything else I can tell you about our teammates? You do know Ty was married, right?"

Andros folded his arms defensively. "Very funny," he muttered.

"I'm not kidding, Andros." Zhane glanced over at him again. "He's twenty-five. He and Ryse were together for three years before Ryse died fighting the occupation on Eltare. Ty was there too--you never wondered how he got so good with a stunner?"

Andros stared at him. Fighting ability didn't surprise him in anyone from the colony, to be honest. KO-35's history was short and brutal, and he'd just assumed Ty had learned to fire a weapon out of necessity. "He was on Eltare?" he blurted out. "When?"

"During its liberation," Zhane said soberly. "When the Border worlds rallied and the Frontier Defense went in to retake Eltare, he and Ryse were with the Calijyt fighters."

"Calijyt?" Andros repeated, a little alarmed by how much he didn't know. He'd always assumed Ty was a Kerovan refugee, like most of the others on Rayven. Now he wasn't even sure Ty had been on Rayven.

"Family home," Zhane explained. "Ryse was from Calijyt. Ty fought his way back, but after Eltare... He says it's not where he belongs anymore. When Tevi asked him to come back to KO-35, I guess he didn't feel like he was leaving much behind."

Andros was silent, trying to remember whether Ty had ever said anything in his presence that even hinted at that kind of past. Ty was certainly an adequate hand-to-hand fighter, but the Power tended to provide enough in the way of "instinct" that his ability wasn't unusual. He was surprisingly good with firearms, especially his stunner, but again... Andros had assumed he was from KO-35. A lot of colonists could shoot.

"Don't... say anything to him, okay?" Zhane sounded a little uncomfortable. "He told me that stuff because I asked, but I'm pretty sure he didn't want everyone to know. Don't tell him I told you."

"I won't," Andros said absently, trying to make the information fit into a cohesive picture that he could label "Ty". It was harder than it should have been, especially given his earlier assumptions, but he didn't miss the worried look Zhane gave him.

"Really," he promised, setting his thoughts aside for the moment. "Thanks for telling me." He knew it was selfish, but he couldn't help being secretly pleased that his trust still meant more to Zhane than Ty's.

Zhane shrugged. He didn't look as worried, though, and that was something. "Someday you're going to have to say more to him than just 'hey' and 'later', you know."

"It's not like I never talk to him," Andros protested. "We just don't have long, heart-to-heart conversations, that's all."

"Andros, you didn't know he was married. That's not like not knowing when he lost his first tooth or what made him become a geneticist or something."

Andros hesitated, torn between shame and laughter. "Ty's a geneticist?" he asked tentatively.

"Dammit, Andros!" Luckily, Zhane seemed to be wavering on the edge of laughter too. "What do you know about him?"

"I know he has good taste in lovers," Andros answered without thinking.

Zhane didn't say anything for a long moment, but finally he threw a sideways glance in Andros' direction. "Is it still about me?" he asked bluntly. "Or is it just that you have this history now, and it's easier to ignore each other than to get over it?"

Andros didn't return his look. "It's still about you," he said, watching the buildings change as they headed past the Keyota limits.

"Then how do I fix it?" Zhane demanded. "Do I stop seeing him? Do I start seeing you? Tell me what to do here, because you haven't really given me anything to go on."

"I didn't mean it was your fault," Andros said, startled. "I just--"

"Tell me what to do," Zhane interrupted.

Andros swallowed. "Go out with me."

"Done." Zhane didn't even look at him. "Tonight?"

"Sure." The response was automatic; he wasn't even sure what had just happened. Had Zhane asked him out? Had he asked Zhane out? Were they dating, now? "I didn't mean to say it was your fault, Zhane."

"Then what did you mean?" Zhane countered. "What do you see when you look at Ty? I don't understand why he upsets you when no one else does!"

"Competition," Andros said softly. "I see competition when I look at Ty."

"I know that." Zhane sounded exasperated. "But I don't understand why! You have me, Andros, and you've never had to compete for me. So what are you so worried about?"

Andros was quiet for a moment, hoping Zhane wasn't just saying that out of habit. "I always took that for granted," he admitted quietly. "That we were... us. But then Ty came along, and we weren't anymore.

"Wait," he added, when Zhane opened his mouth. "Just... wait."

He forced his mind to follow that train of thought, tried to find the words for it. "We hadn't been--for a long time, I guess." He blinked, stumbling over the idea he was trying to express where he least expected it. "Ty's Ashley.

"It was like you left me for Ty," he added slowly. He stared at the console in front of him, not daring to look up. "And I did the same thing with Ashley but I didn't realize it. When you were with Ty I suddenly had this feeling that I had done something terrible and I didn't--"

He swallowed hard to keep his voice from breaking. "I don't know what to do about it," he finished unsteadily.

"Okay." Zhane paused, but he hadn't let the silence linger and for that Andros was grateful. "Okay," he repeated, more quietly.

There was another pause, and this time he continued. "I don't feel about Ty the way you feel about Ashley," he said at last. "That's... special. Different. I don't know."

"Yeah," Andros agreed softly. "So were we."

"'Were'?" Zhane's voice was expressionless.

"Are?" he suggested hesitantly.

"Still love you." Zhane's words were flippant, but he had no doubt the sentiment was sincere. "Wouldn't mind beating you up every now and then, but that's nothing new."

"Ditto," Andros said with a small smile that faded as soon as he recognized the response as Ashley's.

"When I died," Zhane said, not seeming to notice, "the last thing I wanted was for you to spend the rest of your life alone. I would have wanted you to find someone who meant as much to you as Ashley--hell, I would have been the one setting you up!"

"You. Didn't. Die," Andros ground out, trying not to think about that time. He wished Zhane would stop calling it "the time I died".

"Yeah, small problem there," Zhane agreed easily. "Woke up, met your new friends... it was pretty weird at first. But you were there, and you were okay, and for a long time that was all I could think about."

"And then there was 'Astrea'," Andros pointed out, trying to remember if he had ever been jealous of his sister. He really hadn't, and to this day he wasn't sure why.

"Then there was Astrea," Zhane echoed, sounding more thoughtful than amused. "She... listened."

And there was the jealousy. Right on schedule. He knew he shouldn't have questioned it. Thinking was obviously not helping him in this.

"The night you and Ash went on your first date," Zhane added. "That was the night I met her--right after I saw you two in the park together. It was a weird feeling... weirder even than when you told me you loved her, you know? Because then, we were together, and she was far away. I was your friend; she was just this girl you'd fallen for."

Just this girl. Had Zhane ever talked about girls any other way? Was that why it never bothered him? Zhane wasn't serious about girls; never had been. Maybe that was why he hadn't recognized what his friend felt for him... it wasn't anything like the way he acted with girls.

"Astrea was all mine," Zhane continued. "She didn't have anything to do with the team, or you... or at least, I didn't think she did," he remarked ruefully. "I really needed someone I didn't have to share while I tried to figure out what was bothering me."

"When... did you?" He wasn't sure he should ask, but he didn't know what else to say.

"Dunno," Zhane said with a shrug. "Feels like I've always known, now."

Their speed hadn't changed, Andros realized suddenly. Once outside the city, cruising speed increased dramatically and hovers tended to sail along as fast as they could while still making the corners. Past that, Zhane usually poured on the speed to make their trek through the foothills as short as possible.

This time, they were still puttering along at city speed. It was even more noticeable now, as they headed into what could legitimately be considered wilderness. Andros didn't say anything, and Zhane didn't bother to make excuses. They both knew there were conversations they should have had before.

"Astrea and I aren't like you and Ashley either, you know," Zhane said after a moment. "I mean it when I say you have something special."

"She reminds me of you," Andros blurted out.

He could hear Zhane's grin. "Glad you said it, not me. I... I guess I'd like to think that's why you guys are so close."

"It is," Andros said softly. "I think it is. But..."

"But?" Zhane prompted, when he hesitated.

"I feel like I betrayed you," he whispered. Saying it quietly didn't make it any less real, and he was surprised by how true it was now that he'd finally given voice to the words.

"By loving Ash?" Zhane barely waited for his nod. "You didn't. You just--you did exactly what I would have wanted, if I hadn't come back. I'm glad you got on with your life."

"But you did come back," Andros insisted. "I can't stop loving her, but I never stopped loving you. So what am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to believe us when we tell you that it's all right," Zhane said firmly. "You're supposed to stop feeling guilty about needing us to love only you even though you love both of us, because we're not the same and we all know it. We can have different standards."

"It's not all right," Andros told the console. "I won't ask you to stop loving other people if I can't. It's not fair."

"You don't have to ask me," Zhane replied calmly. "I love you, Andros. You're the only, only person I've ever sworn loyalty to, and the only one I'd do anything for. I know you love Ashley. That doesn't change anything for me."

"You love Kerone," Andros reminded him, not sure how he was supposed to feel about that. She was his sister, and of course he wanted the person she loved to love her back. And yet...

"Sure do," Zhane agreed, a wide smile taking over his face. "It's funny you say that, though... I once tried to explain love to her. I told her I loved you, but that I wasn't in love with you.

"I was wrong," he added, as though it was a given. "She knew before I did. She understands, and I think... maybe it helps her, a little. She doesn't feel so--pressured, to be what I need, you know? Not that I ever tried to make her be, but--she knew I needed something else, and for a long time I think she tried to figure out what it was so she could be that."

"That's..." Andros hesitated, his mind currently incapable of processing the analysis of his sister. "That's how I feel about Ty, sometimes," he confessed.

Zhane sighed. "Andros, I don't love Ty. How many times have I told you that?" He shot a sideways look across the hover that didn't quite reach the Red Ranger. "No one has ever had anything from me that wasn't yours for the asking. Not Ty, not anyone."

The hangar bay was finally coming into sight, and Andros almost wished they could turn around. He didn't know how to respond to that, but he knew he wanted to. He had to, if he was ever going to accept Ty as more than just a teammate.

Zhane didn't say anything as they approached the hangar, but as the hover settled into its customary spot outside he didn't make any move to get out. Instead he braced one hand against the console for a moment, considering it, before twisting to face Andros. Andros just stared back, not sure what he was waiting for.

"You're right," Zhane said at last. "When you say I love other people, you're right." His gaze didn't waver, and it was disconcerting in its intensity. "I just love you more."

Andros swallowed, knowing there was nothing he could say that wouldn't sound trivial after that. "Does it scare you?" he asked abruptly. He didn't know where the words came from, but they weren't wrong if Zhane's expression was anything to go by. "Loving that much?"

Zhane just smiled. "Does it scare you?"

Andros nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"Because..." Andros glanced out at the hangar, then back at Zhane. "What if I lost you? I don't have the best history, you know." He tried to smile, but it didn't quite work. "It happened once--what if it happened again? What if there was no Ashley, and you didn't come back? I'm not that strong, Zhane."

"You don't have to be," Zhane insisted. "Ashley is here, I did come back, and this is now. It's not the past, it's not the future, it's just now. You're wasting the present if you keep trying to anticipate the future."

Andros hesitated, suddenly reminded of a long-ago night on Rayven. "You've told me that before," he said quietly. "Haven't you."

Zhane shrugged. "Probably. You never did listen."

"You keep trying," Andros said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I learned 'stubborn' from you," Zhane retorted.

"Does it scare you?" Andros repeated, sobering. His friend hadn't answered the question, and it was strangely important to him that he know.

"Sure," Zhane agreed, surprising him. "It scares me when I can't control it, and it scares me when I can because that means I might screw it up. What if I say something wrong, or do something--wrong? I feel like I should know what you're thinking, but I don't always, and then I'm on my own and that's scary.

"But there's nothing about life that isn't like that, and if there is I figure I'm probably doing it wrong," Zhane added with a grin. "So yeah, loving you scares me. But not loving you scares me more, so..."

He trailed off deliberately, and Andros considered that for a moment. It was a startling thought, as simple as it seemed. As hard as it was to figure out where he stood with two people, how much harder would it be to let either of them go? Maybe he didn't think he could do it--but he had never considered not doing it.

The comm chimed, and Zhane reached out to activate the link. "Zhane, hover 342," he responded automatically, despite the fact they were well out of the traffic grid.

"An Elisian shuttle accompanied by a zord escort has just cleared the upper atmosphere," DECA's voice responded. "You are about to have company."

Zhane exchanged wry glances with Andros. They could sit out here all day and none of the other Rangers might be the wiser, but DECA knew perfectly well where they were. "Thanks, DECA," he answered.

"Tonight," Zhane said, deactivating the comm link. "Whether Cassie and Saryn are still here or not, okay?"

Andros paused, aborting his motion to climb out of the hover. He knew immediately what Zhane was talking about. "Yeah," he agreed, trying to suppress a pleased smile. "No matter what."

"Hey, quit hogging the food!"

"Since when does scooping some onto my plate count as hogging it?"

"Since I had to drive into Keyota twice today, so I should get it first!"

"Hey, you volunteered to pick Andros up. And I could be wrong, but I think you also volunteered to get the food. So stop pretending it was a trial!"

Kerone giggled at Zhane's expression, which consisted mostly of a very put-upon pout. It had absolutely no effect on Ty, but Andros sighed and reached over to grab the dish out of Ty's hand. "Eat something and behave," he ordered, passing it to Zhane.

Zhane's face broke into a wide grin, and he winked at Ty. "Yes to the first, no to the second," he crowed, piling his plate with what had to be first and second helpings at the same time. "What's everyone else having?"

"Zhane, when you're eating more than I do, you know there's something wrong," Cassie put in, watching him with amusement. "Save some for the rest of us."

Zhane paused, eyeing her with mock dismay. "Oh, you wanted some too?"

Ashley poked her in the ribs, and Kerone handed her the salad with a murmured apology. "Distracted?" Ashley teased, putting some on Kerone's plate before taking some for herself. "Just because you don't eat doesn't mean we don't want to."

"You don't eat?" Kyril interrupted, looking up from the other side of their outdoor picnic. She hadn't thought anyone else was paying attention, and she hesitated uncomfortably. Instead of waiting for her answer, though, he just smiled at her and mimed relief. "Now I don't feel so alone!"

"You eat," Cassie chided, as Ashley passed her the salad bowl. "Especially when Raine and Saryn cook!"

"Well, at least I'm discriminating," Kyril remarked, unfazed. "Not that Saryn chooses to grace us with his culinary efforts very often."

"Saryn has other people to cook for," Saryn countered, and his use of the third person made Kerone giggle again. He was in a good mood, despite what he had previously referred to as Cassie's "hijacking" of his plans for the day.

"Like Raine doesn't," Cassie exclaimed.

"Whose side are you on?" Saryn wanted to know, and it was so obviously an Earth expression that Kerone and Ashley exchanged grins.

Cassie clapped her hand over her mouth in an exaggerated display of distress, but her eyes sparkled over top of her hand. Ashley laughed, reaching in front of Kerone to take the rolls away from Zhane. "Never argue with the cook," she advised, putting a roll on Kerone's plate and another on her own. "That's what we learned as soon as Ty moved in."

"Are you just going to serve me some of everything?" Kerone wanted to know.

"Basically, yeah," Ashley said with a giggle, passing the rolls on to Cassie. "Between Zhane and Cassie, someone will eat it if you don't."

"I'm starving," Cassie interjected promptly. "Andros, could you pass the... whatever that is?" she finished, indicating the dish in his hand.

"How do you know you want it if you don't know what it is?" Zhane teased, taking it from Andros and passing it her way. "It could be worm feet!"

"Worms don't have feet," Cassie reminded him.

"Not anymore," he agreed ominously.

Ashley laughed. "Zhane! Stop it!"

He glanced over at her with a smirk. "Want to know what's in the salad?"

"No!" she exclaimed, giggling. "Andros, make him stop!"

Andros just shrugged, giving her a "what do you want me to do?" look. "He did get the food," he pointed out reasonably. "And he's not eating the worm feet."

Ashley wrinkled her nose at him, and Andros' carefully neutral expression dissolved into a smile. He picked up Zhane's plate and handed it to Kerone, neatly avoiding Zhane's attempt to stop him once he realized what was happening. "Told you," he reminded Zhane. "You should have behaved when you had the chance."

"You're no fun," Zhane complained, turning his attention to Kerone. "C'mon, Astrea," he entreated. "I'm hungry!"

She glanced at Ashley, who frowned prettily at Zhane. "Apologize first," the other girl insisted.

Zhane put the back of his hand to his forehead and let out a dramatic exhalation. "I'm so sorry I teased you about the food!" he declared. "I will never, ever, even think about doing such a thing again!"

Frozen in place, he lowered his gaze to Ashley with a hopeful look. "Convinced?"

"Not in the least," she said with a giggle. Catching Kerone's eye, she cocked her head at Zhane, still grinning. Kerone passed him his plate without a word.

"That never works on you," Saryn told Cassie, and Zhane let out a hoot of laughter. Ashley's giggles intensified, and even Andros smiled. Kerone saw Cassie smooth Saryn's hair affectionately when she thought no one was looking, and he gave her a look that was reserved for no one else.

"You avoiding someone?"

The night was still and quiet, the barest hint of a breeze chill across the stone and grass. He saw Andros start at the sound of his voice, but he didn't bother to apologize. Andros had promised.

"Everyone," Andros admitted, surprising him as he straightened from the front of the hover and turned to face him. "Except you."

"Could have fooled me," Zhane muttered. "I had to ask DECA where you were."

"Why didn't you just ask me?" Andros' frown was barely visible in the starlight. He seemed genuinely puzzled, and now Zhane didn't know what to think.

"I thought we were going out," he said at last, trying not to sound as hurt as he felt. Ashley had insisted that Cassie and Saryn stay the night, and somehow between the stairs and their rooms, Andros had vanished.

"Aren't we?" Andros was the picture of innocence--or he probably would have been, if Zhane could see properly.

"You disappeared," Zhane pointed out.

"I told you." Andros shifted a little. "I'm avoiding everyone else. It's been a really long day."

Starting with his own private workout that lasted until the rest of them trickled down into the kitchen and found him on the mats. They had all participated in another of Marsie's sims that morning, and then while they had the afternoon off Andros had gone to do a press conference. Between the news from JT and the arrival of their friends the evening hadn't exactly been relaxing, either.

"Yeah," Zhane agreed guiltily. Only now did it occur to him what he was asking. Andros, for whom socializing had never been a high priority, had spent his entire day in the company of others and now meant to accompany Zhane back to the city.

"You should take it easy," he said, hoping his disappointment didn't show. "Why don't we do this some other time?"

"You promised." Andros sounded almost petulant, and Zhane stared at his silhouette in surprise. "Can't we at least get something to drink?"

"Hey," Zhane said quickly. "You don't have to twist my arm. I just thought maybe you wouldn't want to, that's all."

"I don't want to go into the city," Andros admitted. "But I want to be with you."

"Well, hey." Zhane couldn't quite contain his grin. "That's works out, then, 'cause I'm not in the city. You can stay right here and be with me at the same time."

"But it's not a date unless we go somewhere," Andros said with a sigh.

"Who says?" Zhane demanded. "The best dates end back at home anyway. We'll just get a head start. We can even sit in my hover and pretend we're going somewhere, if you want."

"Parking," Andros muttered, and Zhane's eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

"Parking," Andros repeated. "That's what Ashley calls it when you sit in a vehicle and don't go anywhere. Apparently they do it a lot in California."

Zhane chuckled, but he was careful to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible. "I'm not sure you totally understand the concept, Andros. It's not just... sitting there."

"How would you know?" Andros retorted. "I'd never even heard of it until Ashley mentioned it."

"Why am I not surprised?" Zhane asked rhetorically. "Guess I'm just going to have to show you, then. In," he added, indicating the passenger side of the hover.

"Thanks, Kerone. We really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Kerone said with a smile, stepping back into the hallway. "Good night."

"Don't forget the bathroom's divided," Ashley added over her shoulder. "And try to ignore the cats in the morning. They're louder than we are."

"They are," Kerone agreed with a giggle. "Especially when it rains."

"Hopefully it won't," Ashley told Cassie, who was glancing back and forth between them with an amused look on her face. "Sleep well!"

Cassie shook her head, but she echoed them and waited until they moved off down the catwalk to close the door. Ashley peered over the railing as they went, wondering where the other Elisian Ranger had gone. Or, for that matter, their own teammates.

"Where's Zhane?" she asked Kerone idly. "I didn't think he'd miss a chance to tease Cassie, but I haven't seen him since we came upstairs."

"I think he went to find Andros." Kerone was weaving a web of violet light behind her fingers, paying little to no attention to where she put her feet. "He was looking pretty quiet after dinner."

Ashley frowned a little, remembering the same thing. "Do you think he's all right?"

Kerone nodded, still not looking up from her hands. "I think it's just the press conferences. He really doesn't like them."

Ashley considered that, but it wasn't like they hadn't been over it before. "I'd offer to do them, but I'm not even from KO-35. And I love Ty, but he doesn't speak well in front of a lot of people."

"I'm not the best representative, and Zhane's too... Zhane," Kerone finished. "I know. I wish we could switch off, but Andros is just better at it than anyone else."

Ashley leaned against the railing outside her own door. "On Earth, some people have people that do press conferences for them," she mused. "Public relations. It's like a whole career. Do you guys have anything like that?"

Kerone gave her a wry look. "You're asking me?"

Ashley laughed, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. "Sorry. Just thinking out loud, I guess."

There was a moment of silence, and then Kerone shifted. "Even if we did," she said at last. She turned, looking over the railing and surveying the hangar below. "Who would you trust--with this?"

Ashley turned too, following her gaze. "I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "That's a good question."

Footsteps on the stairs made her look over her shoulder, and she smiled in welcome at Ty. "Hey," she said, making room for him on the railing. "Want to play 'where's Zhane'?"

Ty gave her a bemused smile. "He's outside," he offered. "He went to find Andros, I think."

Ashley nudged Kerone. "You were right," she remarked, before glancing back at Ty. "There's a game on Earth called 'where's Waldo'," she explained. "There are these really big pictures and you try to pick out this one person out of hundreds. He's always dressed the same way, but it never helps."

"I see." Ty leaned on the railing obediently, considering the empty hangar below. "I can see why this would make you think of that."

Ashley rolled her eyes, and he grinned indulgently at her. "Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll learn something about your planet yet."

"If it's only going to be one thing," Kerone interrupted, "could you forget the 'where's Waldo' story and pick something else?"

Ashley bumped her shoulder gently, and Kerone pushed her right back. "There are more useful things to know about Earth," she pointed out. "Like the fact that it's far, far away from here. And that it doesn't have spaceflight yet, so we don't have to worry about cultural contamination for a few centuries at least."

"Hey!" Ashley protested. "We have space shuttles!"

"That's true," Kerone agreed solemnly, leaning on the railing and catching Ty's gaze. "They go to the moon," she said, as though imparting a great secret.

Ashley shoved her again, ignoring her laugh as she turned to Ty. "One of those shuttles turned the Megaship into the Astro Megazord," she informed him.

"After Zordon rigged it," Kerone agreed from behind her.

"So Ty," she said, as though she hadn't heard a word. "You would know--does KO-35 have public relations agents?"

"You mean people that talk to reporters when you're too busy, and make you look good when you do stupid things?"

Ashley smiled at his description. "Yeah, that's pretty much it. So you do have them?"

"Sure," he said with a shrug. "How do you think Kinwon's stayed on the Council this long?"

"You don't like Kinwon?" Kerone asked, leaning forward on the railing again.

"I think he's a good person," Ty responded equably. "I have nothing against him personally, no. I'm just not convinced he has the practical skill to run a colony this big, that's all."

"Hmm." Kerone rocked back on her heels. She didn't say anything else, and Ashley caught Ty's curious look.

"He hasn't been our favorite person lately, either," she explained for Ty's benefit. "He wants to make the Rangers part of the government, and he's never listened to any of our arguments about why it's a bad idea."

"A subordinate part," Kerone added under her breath. "He thinks we should answer to the Council... but you knew that already."

"I heard the conversation about the Council's new welcome screen," Ty agreed. "They're displaying the Ranger and PD logos right alongside the Council markings. Like we're part of them or something."

"I think Andros and Marsie talked about that." Ashley frowned, realizing that Andros had been gone so often lately that she wasn't sure whether he'd spoken to the PD commander about or not. "He doesn't like it either."

"Too bad we don't have a PR agent to take care of that," Ty said wryly.

Ashley glanced over at Kerone and found Andros' sister looking back. "We were just talking about that," she said after a moment. "I know it seems a little crazy, but..."

"It doesn't sound crazy to me," Ty said, when she trailed off. "We're arguably more busy than the Council, and I don't know about you but I think we have more stress. But they get someone to tell the world how great they are, and we have to wait until we have free time that we can give up to answer questions. If I was Andros I would have given up on that whole press conference thing a long time ago."

"But do we want someone other than Andros doing it?" Kerone didn't sound convinced. "I agree that it would be nice to have someone else help us out. But between the time it would take us to explain things to them and the time we'd have to spend watching to make sure they were saying the right thing, it might be worse than it is now."

They were silent for a moment, and finally Ashley pointed out, "We could just ask Andros. I mean, he's the one doing most of the work."

"And the least likely to let anyone help," Ty argued. "I already know what he'll say."

"Maybe," Ashley said reluctantly. "Maybe not."

"If Andros doesn't want one, we're not going to have one," Kerone said, voicing the obvious. "So we might as well ask him first."

"I'm sorry to interrupt--"

Ashley jumped, and she felt Kerone tense at her side. She was a little embarrassed to whirl and find nothing more threatening than Kyril, holding his hands out with an apologetic look on his face. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said ruefully. "I just thought I might take Zhane up on his offer."

"Of course," Ashley said, flashing a smile at him as she stepped away from the railing. "Sorry; I didn't hear you come up the stairs."

He smiled back, but didn't reply. "I hope we're not imposing," he said instead, glancing at the others as she led him toward Zhane's room. "It's very kind of you to provide us with a place to stay overnight."

"You're not imposing at all," Ashley said firmly, smiling at him again as she knocked on Zhane's door. "We're glad to have you here. The bathroom's just down the hall, boys on the left. I hope Zhane's sleeping bags are comfortable enough for you," she added, glancing through the open door.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," Kyril said with a smile. "Please thank Zhane for me if you see him before the morning."

"I will," Ashley promised. "Pleasant dreams!"

Kyril looked more amused than the comment warranted, but his tone was grave when he replied, "And to you."

"Did I say something funny?" Ashley whispered, as they moved a discreet distance away.

"I'm not sure he sleeps," Kerone murmured. "Cassie said something about that once."

"Oh." Ashley wrinkled her nose. "No one told me!"

"Is it rude to ask why he needs a room if he's not going to sleep?" Ty asked quietly.

"Probably," Kerone said with a giggle. "It must be one of those strange Elisian things."

Stifling a yawn, Ashley wondered privately if that wasn't redundant. Or maybe it would make more sense in the morning. Should she check on Andros before she went to bed? She trusted Zhane to take care of him, but he might need the extra moral support...

"Well, whatever it is," Ty was saying, "it doesn't work for me. So if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go keep my nightly appointment with bed."

"Have a good night, Ty," Kerone said warmly, and Ashley echoed her. "Are you going to sleep now too?" Kerone asked her as Ty wandered off.

She wavered, but if they were still outside... that was a lot of stairs. "Yes," she agreed at last. "You coming?"

Kerone just smiled. "Thanks for letting me share your room," she said, falling into step as they made their way down the catwalk. "I hope I don't keep you up."

"You won't," Ashley said with certainty. "I miss having you around all the time."

"I'm right next door," Kerone pointed out, still smiling.

"Not the same," Ashley countered. "I don't have a violet nightlight anymore!"

"I could make you one," Kerone offered, brightening.

Ashley laughed. "It won't be the same," she maintained, following Kerone into her room. "But I'll take you up on it anyway!"

9. Cricket

His feet were cold. He already regretted leaving the room so precipitously. He could have at least stopped to steal some of Andros' socks. The stairs were freezing, and he doubted the hangar floor was going to be any warmer.

That thought made him hesitate at the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the floor warily. The pause was enough that he noticed the voices drifting across the hangar from the kitchen, and he looked up as though he could see the source from here. Magic's tail was blocking his view, curled into a kink that was just enough to obstruct the line of sight.

He recognized Ashley's murmur after a moment, and he looked longingly at the exterior door. Maybe he could just escape into the outdoors, where likely no one would venture this early in the morning. He could go for a run, avoid any questions about his unusual state of consciousness at this hour--

Or he could if he had bothered to steal some socks. And sneakers.

With a sigh, Zhane remained where he was. It looked like he was stuck inside, at least for the moment. And was that Ty's voice answering Ashley? He'd assumed she was talking to Astrea, but if Ty was there it meant he could probably count on some moral support in the face of inconvenient questions.

He winced at the temperature of the floor, but the more quickly he crossed it the sooner he could get to the rug out back. He was a little surprised to see Ty and Ashley on the sofa together when he finally made his way past Magic. He had gotten used to seeing her and Astrea together, but Andros' sister was sitting in the chair across from them, an expression of mild amusement on her face.

"You lean to the right," Ashley was saying. "Everyone knows that."

"Maybe that's how they do it on your planet," Ty informed her. "Here you lean whichever way is comfortable."

"It's not a rule," Ashley protested. "It's just that you don't have to think about it because everyone does it that way. That makes it comfortable."

"Hi, Zhane," Astrea greeted him, smiling past the two on the sofa.

He saw Ashley look up in surprise. Ty glanced around without the slightly embarrassed look that flitted across Ashley's face, and he smiled in welcome. "Zhane, good. Back me up here: there's no certain way you're supposed to lean when you kiss, right?"

Cold as the floor was, Zhane stopped in his tracks. "Sorry?" he managed.

"Yes, there is!" Ashley insisted. "You lean to the right. It's just what people do!"

They both looked at him expectantly, and he glanced back at Astrea. She gave him a rueful smile, shrugging a little. "You don't even want to know how it started," she offered.

"You're wrong about that," Zhane said emphatically, maneuvering around the sofa and frowning at the bowl chair. He would sit in it, but he wouldn't like it. So there.

"I don't lean to the right," Ty told Ashley. "Maybe the people you've kissed just picked up on the way you were leaning; did you ever think of that?"

"No!" she retorted, but her indignation was good-natured. "That's not it! It's just accepted... come on, Zhane. You always lean right!"

"No he doesn't," Ty maintained. "He leans whichever way the other person leans, and sometimes that happens to be to the right. Sometimes it's to the left. What, are you right-handed or something?"

"I'm left-handed," Ashley corrected, with a fair attempt at wounded pride. "So are you."

He gave her a startled look. "How do you know that?"

She let out her breath in an exaggerated sigh. "We've been living together for weeks! Lefties notice these things. Some lefties," she amended, giving him a look.

"Forgive me for not being a member of the club," he said, rolling his eyes. "So? Zhane?"

Zhane abandoned his attempts to get comfortable in the bowl chair and glanced over at them again. "I think you lean whichever way the other person isn't," he offered.

"Yeah," Ashley said immediately. "To the right!"

"No!" Ty shot back. "Either way!"

"Either way," Zhane agreed at last, wondering if they would stop talking about it if he took sides. "I don't think everyone leans to the right, Ash."

She just laughed, throwing herself back against the sofa in surrender. "I give up! Obviously guys know nothing about kissing!"

"I've never had a problem kissing," Ty objected. "I bet the people you've kissed think you have some kind of right-handed fixation or something."

"I bet they haven't had to think about it because I do it the right way!" Ashley retorted.

Zhane was seriously reconsidering his decision to join them. True, his feet were grateful for the uncomfortable warmth of the chair. And true, no one seemed remotely curious about what he was doing up so early. But the conversation wasn't doing much for his state of mind, and the distraction quotient was right down around zero.

"We need some objective female input," Ty decided, glancing at Astrea. "But I'm not sure you qualify."

She only smiled. "You'd change your mind if I agreed with you."

His gaze turned speculative. "Well?"

She lifted her left hand, considering it thoughtfully. "I've never really thought about it until now. But..." She held up one finger. "Zhane leans to the left, at least as much as I can remember." Holding up another finger, she added, "Ashley leans to the right."

"How do you know how Ashley kisses?" Ty interrupted.

Ignoring him, she held up a third finger and remarked, "Saryn leans to the right, too. But I think maybe that's because of Cassie, so it's still possible that it's an Earth thing." She let her hand fall, regarding them calmly.

"How do you know how *Saryn* kisses?" Zhane demanded, more because he felt she expected someone to ask than because he wanted to know. He didn't really want to participate, but he didn't feel like moving again either.

She shrugged, then said the only thing he could think of that would make the conversation more uncomfortable. "Andros is lucky he's ambidextrous."

He glanced at Ashley before he could stop himself, and he found her looking back. The only thing that saved them was Ty's immediate objection: "It doesn't have anything to do with handed-ness!"

"That is *so* not a word," Ashley said, maybe a little too quickly. "You just made that up!"

"Like you with your leaning to the right?" Ty shot back.

"How long are you going to argue about this?" Zhane demanded testily.

Ty gave him a surprised look, then offered as explanation, "Ashley was trying to teach Astrea something about kissing. I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't get false information."

Zhane raised his eyebrows, aware that a smile was trying to make its way onto his face. "Is that what this is about?" he inquired, relaxing involuntarily. That was something entirely different. "What makes you think she needs teaching?"

Astrea gave him a look that couldn't be construed as anything but a smirk. "I did try to tell them," she said with a shrug. "But Ashley didn't think three people was enough."

Three? Now he was sure she was teasing them with the idea of Saryn. But she wouldn't bother to lie about it, so who was the third person? He made a mental note to ask her about it later.

"You haven't kissed three people!" Ashley exclaimed. "I'd know!"

"Sometimes the point of kissing is not to tell," Astrea replied, smiling secretively.

Unless he was mistaken, and Zhane was sure he wasn't, she was enjoying the attention. It was actually kind of nice to see her acting so... childish, and he smiled to himself at the thought. She probably wouldn't appreciate it.

"The point is always to tell," Ty countered. "There are more fun things to do if no one's going to know. Kissing is all about telling people who you're with."

Damn. And there went the conversation again, around yet another turn that he would rather not have witnessed. He wondered if Kyril was up yet. Maybe he could just poke his head in, retrieve his sneakers...

"The world does not revolve around sex," Ashley was telling Ty sternly.

"Yes it does," Ty said with a grin. "But that wasn't my point, so where did that come from?"

"It came from you saying that the only reason people kiss is to tell other people who they're with!" Ashley retorted. "That's crazy!"

"Well, why do you kiss?" Ty wanted to know.

"Because--" Ashley looked a little flustered, and it might have been funny in different circumstances. "Because it feels good."

"And?" Ty prompted.

"And nothing," Ashley said firmly. "Kerone, why do you kiss?"

Astrea paused, apparently giving it serious thought. "Because other people want to," she said at last.

Ashley blinked, and Ty, too, looked taken aback. "Wow," Ashley said after a moment. "That's kind of..."

"Depressing?" Ty suggested.

She hit him with the pillow she'd been holding in her lap. "No," Ashley denied. "Just different. Have you really never wanted to kiss someone?" she asked, directing the question at Astrea.

"It's not that I don't want to," Astrea said with a shrug. "I've just never started it, that's all."

Zhane thought back, a little surprised that he'd never noticed. She was right, though... he couldn't call to mind a single time when she'd kissed him first. Yet she was a very tactile person when she wanted to be--he wondered why kissing was different.

"Zhane?" Ty asked, barely moving him out of his thoughts. "What about you?"

"It's all I can do," he said absently.

"What?" Ty's bemusement brought him back to the conversation, and the world went strange and still as he realized what he'd said. He wished, just this once, that his tongue had been as distracted as his mind was.

"Oh, you meant why do I kiss!" He forced a laugh, pretending he hadn't known all along what Ty was asking. "Because it feels good; same as Ash."

Ashley was giving him a sad look, and he knew that she, at least, hadn't been fooled. He kept his smile firmly in place, refusing to acknowledge his own words. Ty finally caught on to his discomfort and leaned back against the sofa, mimicking Ashley's posture. "Outvoted again," he remarked with a half-hearted sigh. "I'll never convince you guys of anything, at this rate."

"I think you won on the leaning thing," Astrea offered, going out of her way to help him cover. Silently, Zhane swore again. He hadn't fooled any of them.

"That's true," Ty said, giving Ashley a sideways look. "Are you willing to concede on the leaning?"

She wrinkled her nose at him, careful to avoid Zhane's gaze. "Maybe it's not a Kerovan thing," she admitted, managing to make it sound like she wasn't admitting anything. "But on my planet, people lean to the right."

Ty held up his hands, giving her that one without argument.

"What," a sleep-fogged voice muttered from behind them, "are you talking about?"

Zhane held very still, wondering if it was too late to get out now. Someone was going to notice if he didn't look at Andros, but he couldn't. And yet he couldn't not. His gaze was drawn inevitably toward the Red Ranger, standing in pajamas behind the sofa that held both Ashley and Ty.

Andros' gaze met his, and he swallowed hard. It hadn't been until after their move from the Megaship to Keyota that he'd convinced Andros to stop sleeping in his uniform, and he admitted only in the privacy of his own mind that he had more than just his friend's best interests at heart. Andros' serious mien was harder to maintain in pajamas, and he had a completely unconscious appeal in clothes that were so soft and stretched they might as well be falling off of him.

He tore his eyes away, catching Ashley's sympathetic look as he did so. For some reason, that shook him more than Andros' sudden appearance. He had expected her to be just as entranced, was prepared to see her sighing over Andros' tousled look and might have even commiserated a little. But to know that she had been watching him instead, that she had seen the longing he tried to hide... he didn't know what to think about that.

"Kissing," Astrea answered blithely. "When you go to kiss someone, which way do you tilt your head?"

Zhane didn't look at him, but somehow he could tell Andros' silence was contemplative rather than incredulous. Leave it to the Red Ranger to be sociable at the most random times. If he was actually going to participate in this discussion, Zhane didn't think he could listen.

"To the left, I guess," Andros said at last. "Why?"

Ashley clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a sound that could have been either delight or dismay. Andros couldn't know it, but he was both reinforcing and proving her wrong at the same time. Astrea only smiled.

"Just curious," she said lightly. Zhane saw her give Ty a look that dared him to make something of it. Andros looked as though he'd seen it too, but he didn't seem to know what to make of it.

"Are you really talking about kissing?" Andros wanted to know, stifling a yawn with one hand. "Haven't you ever heard of sleeping till a decent hour?"

"Like you should talk!" Ashley exclaimed, tossing her pillow in his direction. "Mr. 'I got up to work out before breakfast yesterday'!"

Andros had to be almost as relaxed as he looked, because he didn't even bother to deflect the pillow. He caught it, one-handed, but only after it had bounced off his chest, and he stood there considering it for a moment. Then, in irritating Andros fashion, he lifted his hand and chose that moment to be perceptive.

"What are *you* doing up so early?" he wanted to know. It came out sounding accusatory, probably because Andros was only half-awake at best and what had made him come downstairs just now anyway? No matter the reason, Zhane stiffened and Andros saw it.

"Was going to run," he said curtly. "Heard them talking on my way outside."

They were all looking at him now. He felt Andros' gaze travel down to his bare feet, which he couldn't do anything about now. "Oh," Andros said at last, glancing around at the rest of them. "So which way do you tilt your head?"

Zhane knew the question was directed at him, and he wished Andros had picked some other time to get involved. "Either," he said, just as Ashley answered for him.

"Left," she contradicted, smiling over at him. "Zhane leans to the left too."

"Surprise," Ty said, and Andros seemed to be the only one who didn't hear the dry note in his voice.

The Red Ranger hid another yawn and shook his head at the same time. "Not really," he mumbled, blinking his eyes suddenly. "Everyone Zhane knows is left-handed."

Zhane went very still again as Andros gave the area another speculative glance. Ashley just giggled, poking Ty in the shoulder. "What were you saying, before?"

"You lean to the right," Ty reminded her, as though she might have forgotten. "Stop pretending he's agreeing with you."

Andros was wandering in his direction, and Zhane already knew what he was going to do. Unfortunately, there was no way to get out of the situation in anything resembling a casual manner. So he just shifted as far out of the way as possible, letting Andros collapse into the chair beside him without protest. What could he say, after all?

You slept next to me all night and now you have to sit with me too? Do you know why I left this morning? What does a guy have to do to get some space around here?

"I am agreeing with her," Andros argued, shifting to pull his legs up into the chair with him. Resting his knees against the side of the chair, he didn't seem at all uncomfortable to be pressed against Zhane's side with his feet practically in Zhane's lap. "Aren't I?"

"No," Ty said firmly.

At the same time Ashley replied, "Yes!"

Andros sighed, settling deeper into the chair and relaxing against Zhane's shoulder. "Well?" he demanded, nudging Zhane gently. "What's going on?"

He opened his mouth, but for once his voice was as lost as the rest of him. Since when did Andros cuddle? He must have gotten angry at Andros for not being demonstrative enough once too often. He was torn between basking in the attention and making a break for it before he did something really stupid. And on top of it all, he didn't doubt that Andros could feel his tension.

"They're trying to teach me about kissing," Astrea said, coming to his rescue with a fair display of resigned patience. "Ashley says everyone leans a certain way at first, to make it easier. Ty says you just sense what your partner's doing and do the same."

Andros seemed to think that was a perfectly reasonable thing to be discussing, which only increased the surreal nature of the morning. He tilted his head, clearly trying to call to mind past kisses, and Zhane tried very hard not to watch. It was a futile effort.

"No," he decided at last. "I think maybe Ty's right. It's different depending on who you're with."

"Their latest theory is that people on Earth lean to the right," Astrea offered, before Ashley could object. "And maybe it's just the rest of the universe that knows what it's doing."

"Hey," Ashley complained. "I'm outnumbered, here!"

"You think you're the only one?" Ty demanded.

Andros nudged him again, compounding the effect by turning to whisper in Zhane's ear. "What are they talking about?"

The temptation to just show him was overwhelming, and he was only saved by DECA's sudden appearance. Andros looked away, frowning, and Zhane closed his eyes. He definitely needed to avoid his best friend early in the morning.

Like he hadn't been trying.

Ashley had greeted DECA with a cheery, "Morning!" and DECA's hologram returned the welcome with a smile and a nod. She didn't reply, though, and that was enough to send Andros into leader mode.

"What's going on?" the Red Ranger wanted to know, scrutinizing DECA as though he could read the answer before she voiced it.

"There is an unfamiliar civilian outside the hangar." The Megaship's computer delivered the news in her usual calm way, but the fact that she had come to them first meant that she didn't know exactly what to do about it. Did she sound the intruder alert, or just warn the person off? Zhane wasn't sure either, now that he thought of it.

"Let me see," Andros demanded, unfolding himself from the chair with a startling amount of grace. The chair was not that easy to get out of, especially when you were sharing it with someone. "Do you have a camera on them?"

"Of course." DECA sounded a little miffed. "The hangar feed is appearing on the comm screen now."

Zhane craned his neck, trying to see around Andros as the Red Ranger padded over to the comm. He stopped when the picture appeared, folding his arms in obvious annoyance. "Great," he muttered, stepping out of the way before anyone could ask.

It took him a moment, seeing her out of context like that. But there was no doubt in his mind when he finally recognized her face. It was the reporter from yesterday, the one whose badge and camera were currently sitting on the table in front of the sofa.

"Hey..." Ashley got it too. Leaning over to pick up the ID, she held it up curiously. "Isn't that--"

"That's her," Zhane agreed, sneaking another glance at Andros. "She's the one who caught us outside the conference room yesterday. I told her I'd return her camera," he added, "but I didn't say I'd do it overnight!"

"She's got some good pictures on there," Ty offered. He shrugged when they all turned to look at him. "Well, it was just sitting there on the table."

"They're not all legal," Andros told him. "Our picture wasn't the only one she shouldn't have taken."

"She's not a gossip reporter," Zhane put in. "I checked. She works for K-Wind in Keyota, and she's been with them ever since the recolonization."

"Guys," Ashley interrupted, nodding at the comm screen. Kristet was making her way across the face of the hangar, zeroing in on one of the smaller entrances off to the side.

"Do you suppose she knows how fast the zords could crush her if they decided to go out right now?" Ty asked idly. "I mean, she'd hear the doors opening, but it's not like she could get out of the way."

"They wouldn't step on her," Ashley chided.

"Not on purpose," he agreed. "How alert are you when you first wake up, though?"

An odd sound emanated from Magic, who had flicked one tremendous ear in their direction and was making a credible attempt at an indignant yowl. Credible, despite the fact that she sounded like she was yawning at the same time. Zhane blinked, glancing over at Astrea, who didn't look at all surprised. The cats were becoming more and more responsive as time passed.

"She heard that," Ty observed, still watching the comm from his place on the sofa. Zhane followed his gaze and indeed, Kristet had paused, giving the towering hangar doors a considering look.

Then, unbelievably, she lifted something and held it up toward the hangar. Zhane's eyes widened. "She's got a camera!" he blurted.

"You were right," Andros remarked, watching with surprising unconcern. "That wasn't her only one."

"Does she know what private property means?" Ashley wondered aloud.

Kristet had lowered her hand by now and was continuing her trek toward one of the smaller doors. The camera was gone. Zhane had no idea what she'd done with it, but Andros had obviously been paying closer attention. "DECA," he said intently. "Can you get a close-up of her wrist?"

"Certainly, Andros." The picture on the comm froze for just a moment, then zoomed in on a still image of Kristet's charm bracelet. Or so it seemed to be, until another image was superimposed over top of it, showing all the technical specs of a recording device.

"Wow," Ashley breathed. "That's her camera? That's crazy!"

"She's right-handed," Ty commented, out of nowhere. "What?" he added, when Ashley and Zhane both glanced over at him. "I'm just saying."

"Zhane will have company," Ashley murmured, looking back at the screen. Kristet had almost reached the door by now, and she inquired, "Does she think she's going to just walk in?"

"Maybe she'll knock," Ty offered.

Sure enough, Kristet paused in front of the door and considered it for a moment before lifting her hand to knock. It was a futile gesture, since they couldn't hear it from where they were and the door wouldn't open for anyone without a morpher anyway. It could, of course, be seen as a sort of courtesy, to make up for yesterday, except that Zhane doubted she meant it that way. She probably just didn't know what else to do.

"I guess we could let her in," Ashley said after a moment. "I mean, what's she going to do?"

"I'm not sure it's a good idea to let people think they can just come up here whenever they want," Ty said carefully. "She may be the first, but all it will take is her telling someone that she got a tour of the hangar and tomorrow there will be a hundred more just like her."

"I agree." Astrea had turned in her chair to watch the comm, a sober expression on her face. "She shouldn't be here."

Kristet was backing away from the door now, looking around and over it, probably for some kind of camera or remote-entry device. Watching her, Zhane didn't even realize Andros was looking at him until the silence lingered a little too long. Lifting his gaze to Andros', he realized the other was waiting for his opinion.

"I don't think she'll tell anyone," he said slowly, glancing over at the camera on the table. "K-Wind could never use those pictures, and I don't think she's the type to sell them. She's just... curious."

Ty gave him a skeptical look. "And you base your judgement of her character on...?"

Zhane just shrugged.

"Ash," Andros said after a moment. "Kerone. You're with me. Ty, back up Zhane at the door. Let's give her a welcome she won't forget."

Zhane caught Andros' eye and grinned when he saw the Red Ranger pull out his digimorpher. "DECA," Zhane said, giving her hologram a speculative look. "Want to do some teleporting for us?"

Andros was fast, there was no question about that. By the time Zhane and Ty made it to the door, Andros was giving him a mental "ready" signal. He wished he could see the look on Kristet's face as three morphed Rangers appeared out of the landscape behind her, weapons drawn and trained on her.

He keyed the door open, suppressing a smile as Ty lurked very noticeably behind him. Neither of them had morphed, but Ty at least was dressed and had his stunner out, resting over top of his folded arms. For a scientist recently turned farmer, Ty did the menacing bodyguard look awfully well.

"Kristet," Zhane drawled, leaning against the doorframe as casually as he could. Which, he didn't mind saying, was very casually. "Nice to see you again."

She whirled, and his eyes flicked across the others. At Andros' signal they had lowered their weapons to a defensive position, but none of them demorphed, spoke, or even moved while he turned his attention back to Kristet. He heard Andros' unspoken message loud and clear: your call, your responsibility.

"Ranger Zhane," she managed, startled but hiding it well. "You don't look as welcoming as you sound."

"I don't?" He gave her his best wounded look. "Is it the pajamas? Maybe I should have gone with something fuzzier."

She just stared at him, clearly at a loss.

"Which reminds me," he added, holding out his hand. "Camera, please."

She pulled herself together at that, giving him a perfectly indignant look. "I think that's supposed to be my line!"

"Not very patient, are you. Didn't trust me when I said I'd get it back to you?"

She opened her mouth to answer but he wasn't going to let her distract him. "Give me your bracelet, Kristet, or you can turn around right now and head back to Keyota."

She frowned, but she removed the "jewelry" and handed it over without a word. Her lack of argument made him suspicious, but he couldn't exactly search her. Well, he could, but he wouldn't. Trust had to start somewhere, and he believed what he had said to Andros. She wasn't trying to hurt anyone.

"Thanks," he said, flashing her a smile as he straightened up. Stepping out into the sunlight, he felt Ty shadowing him. "You probably have a perfectly logical reason for sneaking around the zord hangar while most respectable people are sleeping."

"Sleeping?" she repeated, backing up a step. "Is that what you were doing?"

He smirked at her. "I never said I was respectable."

"I'm more interested in your reasons than his," Andros interjected, his polite tone at odds with the edge to his words. "We typically have things other than interviews to do this early in the morning."

She stiffened, though whether in reaction to his words or just the surprise of hearing him speak, Zhane couldn't tell. "I didn't come for an interview," she said sharply. "I came for my camera."

"Yeah, interesting pictures you have on that camera," Ty remarked, getting her full attention. "Yesterday wasn't the first time, huh?"

She gave him a look that could have meant anything. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do," Zhane put in. "And I'd like to know what you do with pictures like that. K-Wind can't use them. So who are you taking them for?"

Unexpectedly, she smiled. "I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I said me."

Zhane studied her, hearing the ring of truth in those words. There were things he just knew about others sometimes, and Andros had always trusted his judgement when it came to people. That had given him the confidence to act on his instincts, and he hadn't been wrong yet.

"We have a training sim this morning," he said suddenly, watching her expression go from resigned to wary as she tried to figure out why he was telling her that. "Standard PD exercise, zord-led fighter combat, that kind of thing."

He could feel Andros staring at him through the Red Ranger's visor, but he didn't try to interrupt. The rest of them followed Andros' lead, and Zhane hoped this wasn't going to be the first time he ended up being wrong. His call... his responsibility.

"We suit up at eight-thirty," he told Kristet. "On the PD base in Quon. If you come, I'll give your camera back then. Cameras," he amended, holding up the bracelet in his right hand.

She was staring at him again. "You expect me to just walk onto the base?"

Zhane shrugged, rather enjoying her surprise. "We'll let them know you're coming. Someone will take you up so you can get a better view of the sim--you don't get spacesick, do you?"

"You're going to let me record the sim?" she blurted. It was certainly a first, but he thought her shock was a little excessive. It was just a drill, after all.

"That's the idea," he agreed. "Unless you're not interested."

"Oh, I'm 'interested' all right." She gave him a wry look that said she knew exactly when he'd started teasing her. "The PD's okay with this?

"They will be once we tell them," he said easily. "We'll see you in Quon, then."

She straightened, clearly recognizing a dismissal when she heard one. "See you in Quon," she repeated, shaking her head just slightly. As she turned away, though, Andros caught her with a single word.

"You."

She halted, staring at him with what Zhane imagined was a fairly apprehensive look. But Andros just repeated himself. "You," he said again, adding, "Not you and ten other people. Not you and a crew, not you and an assistant. Just you."

"Me," she echoed, edging around the three morphed Rangers carefully. "Got it."

Her hover was out of sight, and well hidden if DECA hadn't noticed until she started out on foot. It was several long moments before they heard it start up and speed away, and three Ranger uniforms simultaneously flared and vanished. Andros took a step forward immediately, his gaze fixed on Zhane.

"She's not going to forget that, you know." The Red Ranger sounded almost conversational, and Zhane wondered if that was a good or bad sign. Andros was considering him as carefully as he had been eyeing Kristet a few minutes ago.

"It'd look kind of bad if she did," Zhane answered, looking away and shooting Ty an amused glance to make his evasiveness less obvious. "Nice bodyguard act."

Ty just smiled, an odd light in his eyes. "I'm more familiar with the look lately."

"I just hope she's as altruistic as you think she is." Andros was already making his way back inside, tossing the words over his shoulder as he went.

"We don't need someone who's altruistic." He had to call after the Red Ranger to make himself heard, and the mere fact that Andros didn't pause meant he knew exactly what Zhane was talking about. "We need someone who knows which side they're on."

"Zhane?" Ashley was at his side now, looking from him to the door with a cautious expression on her face. Astrea was right behind her, wearing an equally inquisitive air. "What was that about?"

He smiled, but it was only to hide a sigh and he was afraid it showed. "I think we need someone to do press conferences for us."

Instead of looking taken aback at the apparent non sequitur, Ashley just laughed. "I told Kerone the same thing yesterday! We were talking about it with Ty last night, up on the catwalk."

"Yeah?" He raked his gaze over the three of them, wondering if they had looked for him and Andros first. "You saw how he looked yesterday too, then."

Ashley wrinkled her nose, but the agreement was there in her eyes. "More how quiet he was at dinner, I think. He doesn't like doing them, and the rest of us aren't any good at it, so..."

"Yeah." He was looking back at the door without even noticing when his attention shifted. "I don't know if Kristet is the person to do it, but we can at least see how she handles the sim coverage."

"Have to start with someone," Ty agreed. "We can't exactly advertise."

"Well, we could," Astrea put in with a small smile. "It just wouldn't narrow things down much."

His smile was real this time, and he felt a little more relaxed after their show of support. Andros hadn't explicitly vetoed the idea, but he wasn't overflowing with enthusiasm for it either. It was nice to know that the rest of the team was just as worried, and seemingly ready to do something about it.

"Guess we'll see," Ty said at last, shooting his own look toward the door. "In the meantime, I'm going to make some breakfast before we have to go. Anyone else want?"

"Me!" Ashley exclaimed, skipping forward to link her arm through his. "Thanks, Ty; you're awesome!"

Zhane's smile widened, but he shook his head. "I'm going to change," he said, when Ty glanced his way. "I'll catch up with you guys afterward."

"Maybe you could put on some fuzzier pajamas," Astrea suggested, trailing her fingers across his back as they followed Ty and Ash inside. "So you wouldn't look so threatening."

Ashley giggled, and Ty laughed outright. "You could try fighting in them," the Black Ranger added. "Quantrons might just melt at the sight of you."

"I'll think about it," Zhane said dryly, detaching himself from their group and heading for the stairs. The gentle teasing warmed him from the inside, and he was almost cheerful as he started up the steps. The day might have started out... oddly, but it could still be salvaged.

Hesitating outside of Andros' door, he glanced over at his own and debated the likelihood of Kyril being up. Whether he was or not, it wouldn't be very polite to disturb him now. This was what he got for chasing Andros instead of helping the others show the Elisian Rangers around last night. At least he could wear most of Andros' clothes.

He made it two steps into the room before he realized it wasn't empty. He had assumed Andros was downstairs, getting something to eat or talking to DECA or whatever. Something leader-like. Not up here, still dressed in sweats while he brooded by the window.

Andros had turned as soon as he entered, and his expression was not encouraging. He was studying Zhane again, and this time whatever he saw made him frown. The thought flitted through Zhane's mind that however annoying it was to be taken for granted, it was more than he'd bargained for to be reassessed every single time he found himself in Andros' company.

"You lied," Andros declared, before Zhane could do more than stare back at him.

Ironically, the words unfroze him and he sighed reflexively. "I've lied a lot, Andros; you'll have to be more specific."

Andros didn't seem to find that amusing. "You weren't going to run this morning."

Zhane shrugged, eyes wandering a little. "I thought about it."

"What, in the three seconds between me asking why you were awake and when you answered?"

"No." Zhane lifted his gaze to Andros' again. "In the three seconds it took me to be turned on by waking up next to you."

Andros just looked at him, his expression revealing nothing. "You didn't have to leave," he said at last.

"I'd have woken you up if I hadn't."

Andros' mouth quirked, and he pushed away from the window. "Would have been better than waking up alone."

He was approaching Zhane the same way he had the night of the first quantron attack, careful but determined. Like he thought Zhane might turn away and he was completely prepared to follow. When Andros decided to do something, there was no stopping him.

This time Zhane didn't try. That night he had been upset and disappointed and convinced that Andros had no idea what he was doing. Today Andros knew: he knew how Zhane felt, he knew what he wanted, and he had to have a pretty good idea what would happen if he stalked someone with that particular look in his eye.

He stopped in front of Zhane, close enough that it was almost a challenge. But there was nothing challenging about the whisper-soft brush of fingers against his cheek, or the wistful look that flitted across Andros' face. "I miss you," he said quietly, convincingly.

Zhane pushed long hair back off of his shoulder, tweaking the blonde strands fondly as he smoothed it down. His hand itched to do more, to run across skin instead of hair, smooth warmth instead of the worn fabric that kept his touch at bay. Andros moved closer, and the fingers on his cheek slid down his neck and around behind his head.

In the next moment, Andros' lips were pressed against his and nothing else mattered. It was an easy kiss, one born of familiarity rather than desire. But he didn't push it, more than willing to put his arms around Andros and soak up comfort instead of heat. It was surprising how good it felt, even when he would have gladly taken more.

It was an open-mouthed comfort kiss, he realized after a moment--not that he was complaining. He couldn't be expected to keep his tongue to himself if Andros got any closer, though, and he was, free hand clenching on Zhane's shoulder and his mouth warm and inviting... what he planned didn't seem to have much of an effect on Andros anymore. Was that good?

Yes, he decided, heart skipping as Andros' fingers tangled in his collar and pulled it down, mouth following his hand a moment later. Zhane tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath as Andros kissed him in a distinctly unfamiliar way. It wasn't even making out, it was more like...

The only word that seemed to apply was "foreplay".

And damn, but it was working.

He dragged his scattered thoughts together and got his hands working again, sliding them mercilessly under Andros' shirt. Andros was ticklish and very, very sensitive, and he lifted his head with a gasp as Zhane trailed his fingers up over his ribs. He covered Andros' mouth with his own, not above taking advantage of surprise like that, and was rewarded by a moan as one tongue tangled with another.

*Zhane...*

Oh, that was sexy. Even the voice in his mind sounded breathless, and he had no idea how Andros managed that. But he definitely wasn't complaining. *Nice,* he thought in return, wondering if his own voice conveyed just how much he meant that.

*Would've done it sooner if you hadn't left.*

Really! *Really?* He'd thought Andros, who was a walking personal space issue, might have wanted more of it after last night.

*Try it tomorrow and see.*

Zhane tried to pull away, but apparently he wasn't going anywhere. Still not complaining, here. There was just nothing bad about this situation. Nothing at all, he thought, as warm fingers met tingling skin and the flush spread through his entire body.

Had that been an invitation?

He fully intended to find out. Tonight.

That was assuming Andros let him go before then. He would happily have stayed where he was for the next few hours, even the whole day if it came to that, but there were voices in the hall and were those footsteps on the stairs? Andros could hear everything from this room. The fact that it might work both ways was something to keep in mind.

Fingernails scraping against his skin made him shiver and yeah, he'd noticed that last night too. He'd never asked why Andros let his fingernails get so long, whether it was deliberate or just laziness, and it was weird to realize there was something he didn't know about his friend. Weird... but cool.

Almost as cool as Andros' body pressed against his, his tongue in Zhane's mouth, and his hands doing their best to melt a spine that didn't seem to be offering any significant resistance. The thumping in the hallway barely registered, almost inaudible over the sound of his own heartbeat, and he ignored the sound of laughter with little to no effort. He had all the distraction he could want right here.

Saryn. That was what he had started to remember before, and it brought him up short. He wasn't sure how he felt about having an empath around right now, and one that didn't have the best mental control, at that. He hadn't forgotten the day he'd told Saryn he loved Andros, but it had been different then.

Even with that realization, he wasn't sure he'd have let go if Andros hadn't freed his mouth to whisper, "Guess we're being unsociable, huh?"

A helpless grin spread across his face, and he couldn't let that kiss go. "I think we're socializing just fine," he murmured, catching that lower lip in his mouth for just a second. "Want to lock the door?"

He was kidding--mostly--but Andros didn't chuckle. "Yeah," he breathed, rubbing his cheek against Zhane's and letting that single word stand on its own for a long moment.

Then he drew back, fingers on Zhane's jaw and a smile on his face. "But we can't. And you should shave."

He turned his head into the caress, inexplicably pleased by the intimate reminder. "Didn't hear you complaining before," he pointed out, taking a deep breath that didn't clear his head at all. Neither of them was moving.

"It's more noticeable..." Now Andros had lifted one hand to his hair, blonde bangs that hadn't been cut in too long. Almost to his eyes, about to be annoying but not quite there, and he wasn't sure he cared if Andros was going to notice. "With your hair."

"We can't all be blonde," he quipped, and was gratified to see Andros' smile widen.

"Some more than others, maybe," Andros murmured.

Glad of the excuse to catch strands of Andros' hair, he added, "Some less than others."

There was a shriek from the hallway, sounding unmistakably like Cassie, and Zhane couldn't help it. He laughed. "It's like being back on the Megaship," he said, no more ready to let Andros go than he had been before. "We could still lock the door."

Andros sighed, but it was a sound of equal parts amusement and rueful agreement. "Don't tempt me."

10. Those We Hurt

It had started out as a good day. Not just for her, either; she had felt the easy camaraderie of a team that morning in the warmup area. There were still things unsaid between them, Zhane's stiffness around Andros was proof enough of that. But it had all been consigned to the background, at least for the time being, and they had managed to tease each other without anyone getting upset or storming off.

Their unity in front of Kristet, too, had been a heartening reminder that they would still support each other without question. And when Cassie and Saryn joined them for breakfast, it was almost like the old days. Ty and Kyril fit into the banter with surprisingly little effort, taking no offense at in jokes born of a shared history, and she couldn't help remembering a time when she had been the 'new' one. She knew she hadn't made it look as natural as they did.

Then Saryn, Cassie, and Kyril had gotten directions in and around Keyota, commandeered Andros' hover, and taken off for some sightseeing while the rest of them headed for Quon. It had been an innocuous start, even if Saryn's presence had seemed to set Zhane more on edge than usual and the media had managed to catch up with them before they'd even left the hangar. There hadn't been anything to suggest it would end like this.

Stroking Ashley's hair gently, she stared out over the valley and wondered idly where their sightseeing friends had ended up. That hadn't returned since this morning, and if she knew Saryn he wouldn't confine himself to Keyota just because that was the only place for which he had directions. She wondered, too, if he had allowed Kyril to wander off on his own, confident in his own ability to protect Cassie on the surface of a planet if not in space.

Ashley sniffled again, and she sighed silently. She had long since run out of things to say, but her friend seemed to need the company as much as anything. So they sat here, not far from the hangar entrance... not nearly far enough as far as Ashley was concerned, she suspected, but it was getting dark and no one had come looking for them since the incident on the mats.

Ashley's head was resting on her shoulder, maybe cried out, maybe not. She hadn't said anything other than "I didn't mean it," but that was enough to worry Kerone. There was something in her head that she didn't mean, and that was more serious than any mistake she had made on the mats. But Kerone wasn't sure her friend would tell her if she asked, and she didn't want her any more upset than she already was.

A soft rustle of grass made her look up, instinct prompting her that this was more than the wind. No one escaped assassination as long as she had without developing that particular brand of awareness. Her eyes met another gaze the moment she lifted her head, despite the distance between them.

Kristet looked surprised to have been noticed, but her steps didn't falter. She continued to pick her way across the ground toward them, understanding that she wouldn't just walk up to the door again whether her message was for them or not. She didn't watch where she was going, keeping her gaze fixed on Kerone.

What exactly she expected Kerone to do to her was an interesting question.

"You're not welcome here, Cricket," Kerone said softly, as soon as the reporter was within hearing range. She deliberately used Ashley's silly and somewhat mocking nickname from this morning, but Kristet didn't react.

Ashley lifted her head with a start, following her gaze without prompting. She stared at the reporter for a moment, then deliberately turned away. There was no mistaking her stiff posture and averted gaze, though her reaction was no doubt intensified by the fact that Kristet had seen her now, of all times.

"Look," Kristet said, just as quietly. "I'm sorry if I got in the middle of something I shouldn't have. I was only trying to see things the way the rest of the world sees them."

"I don't care about the rest of the world." Kerone held that stare without a thought. If the woman expected Dark Spectre's former second-in-command to blink first, she was setting herself up for disappointment. "I only care about what you've done to my friends."

Kristet actually sighed, and Kerone caught the flicker of impatience that implied the other woman thought she was being unreasonable. "My camera runs all the time," she informed Kerone. "The fact that it catches things you don't want to see isn't my fault."

"What about what we want the rest of the world to see?" Ashley interrupted, her voice hoarse with tears as she stared out across the hills. She didn't turn to look at Kristet. "Can't our private lives be private?"

"I brought the story," Kristet said quickly. "Like you wanted. K-Wind gave me the extra time because I told them you wouldn't let it air at all if you didn't see it first.

"None of that's in there," she added, glancing back at Kerone. "It's just sim and attack footage and excerpts from your interviews. Just because I record everything doesn't mean I use it."

The camera's field of view finally shifted, and Kerone's eyes widened. Kristet knew they wouldn't want that recorded and had deliberately hidden her camera before getting their attention. It was still recording. She wasn't that scared of Andros. She was only cautious enough not to flaunt what she was doing.

"Just because it happens," Ashley told the night bitterly, "doesn't mean it should be recorded." She still didn't look at Kristet.

"Recording is just another form of observation," Kristet answered, surprising Kerone with her neutral tone. "It's only when you share observations with people who couldn't or shouldn't have made them that it becomes an ethical violation."

"The only point of recording something is to share it," Kerone snapped. "Don't preach to her. I don't like it."

"I'm trying to explain to you why I do what I do," Kristet said carefully, patiently. "I'm not trying to preach to anyone."

"Then explain it to me," Kerone retorted. "Right now, I'm the one deciding whether you'll ever come here again."

"You may not think you can trust me," Kristet said with a sigh, "but I wish you'd at least look at the story before you jump to any conclusions about my motivation."

"You may be able to write a decent story," Kerone countered, "but I'd rather hear about your motivation in your own words, without cameras or dubbing or special effects."

"Shared experience."

Kerone waited, but that was it. "What about it?"

"That's my motivation." Kristet hadn't taken her eyes off of Kerone, even when Ashley shifted a little so that she didn't have her back at a right angle to Kristet's line of sight. "I want people to be able to share each other's experiences. That's why I became media."

"Some experiences aren't meant to be shared," Kerone told her. "Sometimes sharing doesn't help anyone, least of all the people who didn't agree to it to begin with."

Kristet's voice turned unexpectedly steely. "I would never disregard a subject's wishes with regard to recorded material."

"Even when the recording itself violates their wishes?" Ashley's words were quiet and forlorn, and they brought a long silence to the dimness.

"You don't trust me," Kristet said at last, the hard edge gone from her voice. "But I trust you, so I'm going to tell you something that most of the people I work with don't know."

"This isn't truth or dare," Ashley said with a sigh. Her voice drifted through the shadows, as faint as the fading sunlight. "We don't need your secrets, Kristet."

"Well, you're getting this one." Kristet hesitated, then plunged ahead when neither of them objected again. "I have a memory disorder. Kinn's disease."

She waited, obviously wondering if that meant anything to them, and Kerone shrugged. "Never heard of it."

"I guess that doesn't surprise me." It was hard to read Kristet's expression, with the remnants of sunset behind her and the lights of the hangar deliberately left off. "It's not common, and it isn't usually mild enough to let people who have it function normally."

"What's your point?" Ashley asked softly.

"The point is that I can process information, but I can't retain it in a logical order." She paused, then added, "I always, always have a camera on me. Usually more than one. And it's not because I'm a reporter."

Ashley didn't answer, and Kerone considered that at length. Finally, she freed her digimorpher and snapped it open. "DECA," she said, staring out at the valley lights. "What's Kinn's disease?"

"Kinn's disease is a rare genetic mutation that affects one out of every two hundred thousand births," DECA's voice answered immediately. "It is characterized by an inability to recall events in the order in which they occurred, the failure of the brain to associate linear cause and effect, and a highly unstable synaptic configuration that leads to limited communication skills and unpredictable reactions to environmental stimuli.

"The disease is named for the woman who first recognized it as a separate autistic disorder. Kinn's son was afflicted with the disease and spent his entire life in the care of his mother and her husband. Other individuals with the disease have since been identified but genetic manipulation has so far failed to provide a cure.

"Do you wish me to continue?" DECA inquired, pausing smoothly in mid-recitation.

"No," she said, smiling a little at the computer's consideration. "Thanks, DECA."

"You're welcome," the Megaship's computer replied.

She let her digimorpher close, dropping it to the ground beside her as she continued to consider the lights. She didn't apologize for not believing. She still wasn't sure she believed. "You're pretty normal for someone who can't remember anything," she said at last.

If anything, it was Kristet's reply that convinced her. "Thank you," was all the woman said. She made no self-deprecating remarks, no attempt to brush aside what would be a considerable accomplishment were it true. She simply took the words as the compliment they should have been, and waited.

"Let's see your story," Kerone said at last, lifting her gaze from the valley to the silhouette in front of her. "I'll take you inside."

"I'm staying here." Ashley didn't move when they both went to stand up. "Tell me what happens."

Kerone hesitated. Forcing her to come inside wouldn't help anything, but she couldn't just leave Ashley alone, either. "All right," she said at last, trying to decide whether any of her teammates could be trusted to sit quietly and not talk.

No. Andros never said the right thing, Zhane probably had his arm in a sling by now, and Ty was too unfamiliar. And Cassie wasn't back yet.

"I'll send your cat out," she decided, dropping one hand to Ashley's shoulder and squeezing it as comfortingly as she could. "Don't go anywhere."

There was the hint of a smile in Ashley's voice when she replied, "I promise, Protector Kerone."

Kristet followed without a word, camera clinking softly against her bracelet as she walked. If what she was saying was true, Kerone realized, she had just recorded their entire conversation. And yet... if it was true, could they blame her?

Kerone paused in front of the door and waited while it scanned her digimorpher. She gestured for Kristet to precede her when the door opened. The woman walked into the hangar with a confidence that made Kerone forget, just for a moment, that she had never seen it before. She meant to watch Kristet's reaction more closely, but the figure that had stepped aside to let them enter caught her attention instead.

Zhane hesitated as he caught her eye. He had clearly been on his way out, but now he waited--not because of Kristet, she thought, but because of her. She wasn't sure what to tell him. But... if he wanted to go anyway, surely he was better company than a zord?

"She says she didn't mean it," she said at last, keeping her voice quiet. Kristet was polite enough to look away. "She doesn't want to come inside yet."

Zhane just nodded, a rueful smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Know the feeling," he muttered. Then, jerking his head back the way he'd come, he added, "Andros is in the kitchen."

"Thanks," Kerone said softly. She caught his good hand as he turned, and this time he squeezed back and smiled at her.

She heard the door open a second time, but the lights stayed off. That was probably a bad sign. That meant someone knew she was here. Someone had left the lights off because they thought she wanted them off. Someone was sneaking up on her right now, hoping not to spook her before they had a chance to talk.

It had to be Zhane. He was the only one Kerone would trust in place of her cat, and at this point he might be the only other person who would come looking for her anyway. Staring down at the steadily brightening glow from the valley, she decided that was a depressing but probably deserved thought.

"Hey," Zhane's voice said, from somewhere behind and above her.

She didn't move, knowing he would take anything but outright dismissal as permission to join her. "I knew it was you."

"You can feel my charm coming a mile away, huh?" She heard him shift, but he didn't come forward to sit next to her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," she told the valley. "I didn't mean it."

There was a quiet moment. "I know," he said at last. "Never helps me, either."

She frowned a little. "What?"

"Not meaning things," he said quietly. "They just... happen anyway."

She stared down at the lights until they started to blur together in her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she waited until she could pick out individual lights again before she answered. "Yeah," she whispered. "Things just keep happening."

There was a much shorter pause this time, and his words made her tear up all over again. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he echoed, his voice just as soft as hers.

"You didn't--" She broke off as her throat closed up, breathing in through her mouth so he wouldn't hear her sniffle. "You didn't hurt me."

"I keep saying that, too." He was standing right behind her, now, and she wondered why he didn't just sit down. "I don't... I mean, sometimes I do, but... I don't always mean it when I say it."

She thought it was probably okay to sniffle if he could hear the smile in her voice. "Not meaning things doesn't help," she reminded him. "They just happen anyway."

"Yeah," he agreed, and she could hear a smile in his voice, too. He sounded almost relieved. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Her smile renewed itself, and she craned her neck to look up at his silhouette. "Little late to ask now, isn't it?" she teased gently.

He took a step forward, dropping down beside her an easy motion that hinted he was concentrating too hard on something else. Zhane went to great lengths to cover up a natural grace that was at odds with the image he tried to project. It was more obvious when he was off-balance, distracted by something he didn't know how to handle.

She saw a sling shimmer in the twilight, and she swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry, Zhane," she whispered.

"Me too," he reminded her, settling himself in the grass. "Bet I forgive you before you forgive me."

She couldn't help but smile through the tears welling up in her eyes again. "Does it always have to be a competition?"

"I don't want this thing with Andros to be a competition," he said, unexpectedly serious. "But I don't know how to make it into anything we do want it to be."

She tried to wipe at her eyes quickly, inconspicuously, but it just wasn't possible, even in the dimness. "Neither do I."

He leaned over, as if to impart some great secret. "We could always run off together," he stage-whispered. "Ditch this place and get married on some other planet, raise our hordes of children in peace. What do you say?"

She had to giggle. "I don't know where you think the hordes of children are going to come from, but--"

"Adoption," he interrupted quickly. "There are plenty of needy orphans in the galaxies. Come on, let's do it! We don't even have to pack; we could hitch to Eltare tonight and have new identities by morning!"

She was still giggling. "It scares me that you've thought about this," she said, mock-stern as she gave her eyes another swipe. Taking a deep breath, she added, "Thanks."

"No, I just proposed," he teased. "You're supposed to say 'yes', not 'thanks'."

"Thanks for making me laugh," she corrected with a smile. "Did I mention I'm sorry?"

"Did I mention I am?" he countered. "I think we've gone over that, and we're obviously not ready to forgive, so let's just forget. Let's talk about our honeymoon."

"Let's not," she said, trying to suppress another giggle. She was probably bordering on hysteria by now, but she didn't really care. It was better to feel giddy than depressed.

"Spoilsport," he accused. "I'm gonna tell Andros on you."

She couldn't help it. She burst into giggles again. "And what..." She tried to catch her breath long enough to form the words. "What are you going to say? 'Andros--Ashley won't marry me!'"

"No," Zhane interjected the moment she paused. "I'm going to say, 'Andros, Ashley doesn't want to talk about our honeymoon! I think she's afraid you'll overhear!'"

"You're terrible," she gasped, trying to recover from her last attack of giggles without succumbing to another. "I'm not speaking to you anymore!"

"If you'd stop speaking to Andros I'd have an easier time convincing him about our honeymoon," he suggested hopefully.

"I'd hit you," she informed him, "but you don't need another sling."

"That's for sure," he agreed good-naturedly. "At least you know I won't be making out with Andros tonight."

She bit her lip, sobering abruptly. "Neither will I," she said softly.

"Maybe we should gang up on him," Zhane remarked, as confidently as if the conversation hadn't gone serious in the space of a few seconds. "All three of us make out together."

She shot a sideways glance at him, trying to decide whether she should be shocked or secretly amused. Her brain kept working, but her emotions had no idea which way was up. "What?"

"I'm kind of half kidding," Zhane offered, sounding more contemplative than joking. "But I keep wondering... how does a threesome work, anyway? I mean, who kisses who when? Is it like a timeshare? Or is it just a giant kiss-fest?"

He had startled another laugh out of her. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"Well," he insisted, "it doesn't sound all bad. And it throws that whole jealousy factor right out the window."

She tried to think about it without flinching, or blushing, or both. "Does it?" she asked softly.

"I don't know," Zhane admitted after a moment. "I've never been with anyone that way."

Somehow it was easier to talk about it in the fading twilight, day gone and darkness coming in to soften things she thought she knew. "Me neither," she agreed, watching the night creep up the hills toward them. The blackness seemed to swallow everything, transforming it somehow.

"Ash?" His voice was careful, hesitant. "Would it be weird if I... if we--kissed?"

She turned to look at him, and could only see his outline in the dark. "Yeah," she said softly, smiling a little. "But mostly because I can't see you."

She felt his hand on her face a moment later, warm and uncertain as he traced his thumb across her lips and let his fingers settle on her cheek. She tilted her head instinctively, and she felt his breath of amusement on her skin as he leaned closer. "You do lean to the right," he whispered, and then his lips brushed against hers.

It was an awkward kiss, brief and not very sure of itself. Zhane hesitated, then kissed her again, quickly, as though he wasn't sure she wanted him to. She kissed him back this time, just the hint of pressure, and he pulled away.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. Finally, she gathered her courage and asked shyly, "Can I try?"

She could just barely see him nod.

She knew why he had touched her, then, as she fumbled for him in the darkness. Her hand found his neck, and she slid her fingers up to mark the side of his face. She was slow, embarrassed to bump into him and not really sure what he was thinking. But they managed to connect, mouths soft against each other as she smiled.

"You're smiling," Zhane whispered, drawing back just a little. "Is that good?"

"I guess," she murmured. "What about you?"

"I think we need more practice," he replied impishly.

She sagged against his good side with a sigh. "My brain can't take it right now," she confessed, and she felt his arm go around shoulders.

"It's not about your brain," he offered, giving her a half-hug. "I realized that weeks ago."

She sighed again, more comfortable in his embrace than she'd expected. "Maybe," she whispered, staring out at the lights again.

They were quiet, then. When he shifted she straightened up a little, but he pulled her back as soon as he resettled himself. She relaxed again, suddenly aware of how much she'd missed this contact recently. She was so self-conscious around Andros; it seemed like the only person she could hug anymore was Kerone. And Ty had been giving them odd looks for a while now.

"I don't know," she whispered aloud, not even sure what she meant. All she knew was that it was true. "I just don't know."

"Well, I do," Zhane replied.

She had to smile. "Oh, yeah?"

"Sure," he said. His voice was quiet, but he sounded perfectly serious.

"What do you know?" she asked obediently, certain he expected her to.

He squeezed her shoulders. "I know that I care about you and Andros. A lot."

"Me too," she murmured.

"Good." He sounded oddly satisfied. "Then that's enough."

She shifted, remembering what she had said to Kerone earlier. "Is it?"

"Yup." He didn't sound at all uncertain.

"Okay then," she said, the smile still tugging at her lips. Who was she to argue with someone so sure?

The valley lights clustered together, outlining the center of Keyota even from here. The outskirts twinkled, sparser lights hidden by trees or made invisible by foils. The spaces in between were nothing but shadows, unlit and unremarkable at this distance. Occasionally the running lights of a hover would flicker out of the darkness, and she followed those sparkles with her eyes until they disappeared again.

"Hey," Zhane whispered, resting his cheek against her head for just a moment. "Want to get some dinner?"

She sighed quietly. She didn't really want to go back inside. "Do we have to?"

"I was thinking down there," he said, lifting his head to nod at the lights. "We could go to that veggie place near the skyport. Just us, you know?"

She stared down at the valley for a long moment. "Yeah," she said at last. She tried to find something wrong with that idea, but she couldn't. "That sounds good."

He caught her hand as she sat up, and they helped each other to their feet in silence. He didn't let go of her hand as they headed back toward the hangar, angling around the side toward his hover. Courteous in a way she'd come to expect, he opened her door for her and waited until she got inside to close it.

He paused then, leaning against the passenger side of the hover. "Think we should tell anyone where we're going?"

"I don't want to," she admitted, tracing the design in front of her idly. "But they'll get mad if we don't."

"He'll get mad if we don't," Zhane corrected ruefully.

"Yeah," she said, smiling a little. "We could tell DECA."

He straightened, snapping his fingers. "I like it. He can't say we weren't safe that way."

Ashley pulled her digimorpher out as he walked around the hover. "DECA," she said, glancing over at Zhane as he climbed in beside her. "Zhane and I are going into Keyota for dinner. Tell Andros if he asks, okay?"

"Certainly, Ashley," DECA's voice replied. "Have a good time."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"I think she likes you better," Zhane complained, starting the hover and retracting its solar panels.

"No," Ashley said softly. She watched the ground slide past underneath them while the hover swung around, making the grass shadows billow in the darkness as they pulled away from the hangar. "She just likes me differently."

Zhane didn't have any answer for that.

11. Held Together

"How come Andros eats meat and you don't?"

Zhane shrugged, watching her finish the last of her drink and beginning a mental countdown to see how long it would take their server to get to the table. "He grew up with it, I guess. I didn't."

"Do you think he missed it, when he lived with you?" Ashley wondered.

"Something else to drink?" a voice asked out of nowhere, and Zhane smiled.

Ashley, on the other hand, looked up with every indication of surprise. "No, I'm all set. Thank you."

"Can I get a refill?" Zhane asked, sliding his glass across the table.

"Of course," the server said quickly. Pitcher of water in hand, he topped off Zhane's glass and handed it back. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I think we're good," Zhane said, exchanging glances with Ashley.

"Thanks, Kenston," she added, smiling up at their server.

He just nodded, the smile having no outward effect on him. Zhane wasn't fooled. His glass had been empty for several minutes before Ashley finished her drink, and Kenston hadn't so much as wandered by. It was a crowded night, but Ashley was obviously at the top of his list.

As the server moved on to the next table, Zhane found Ashley watching him curiously. "Do you only drink when you're with Andros?" she wanted to know.

He stopped, glass halfway to his mouth. "What?"

She laughed a little, looking away. "Nothing. I never see you drink anything but water unless we're with Andros, that's all."

He set his glass down slowly, considering that. "It's not on purpose," he said at last. "Maybe I just think Andros needs to lighten up."

"Trying to set an example?" she suggested, glancing down at the table.

He shrugged again, wondering what she read into that. "Maybe."

They were quiet for a few moments, and he was just about to suggest they head out when she asked, "Zhane... when you were younger, did you ever imagine what the future would be like?"

"Sure," he said, sitting back in his chair. "We'd retake KO-35, find out what had happened to Kerone... kid dreams. Funny how they work out, sometimes."

"Those were Andros' dreams," she said softly.

"Retaking KO-35 was everyone's dream." His tone was harsher than he'd intended, maybe because she'd caught him out. They were Andros' dreams.

"Right," she agreed, a little too quickly. "I didn't mean..."

She trailed off, and he let it go. "What about you?" he wanted to know. "What did you imagine for the future?"

"College," she said with a self-deprecating smile. "Family. The usual."

"The usual," he repeated, studying her. "Is that what everyone wants, then? Family I can understand, but college? What is that, exactly?"

"It's... school. It's a place where you go after you finish regular school, I guess, to learn more about a subject you're interested in. It seems silly," she added, glancing around. "Compared to this."

The restaurant was filled with travelers from across KO-35 and beyond, the occasional intergalactic or obviously alien visitor making their status as Rangers somewhat less noteworthy, and he thought he knew what she meant. "Pretty much everything I wanted when I was younger seems silly now," he admitted, his gaze resting on her again. "But that's what kids' dreams are. They're for kids, not adults."

"Retaking KO-35 wasn't a kids' dream," Ashley said firmly. "Here we are."

"Yeah." Zhane thought about that for a moment, then sighed. "Want to know what I really dreamed?"

Her look was expectant, not surprised, and he wondered why he had thought he would be able to stop hiding things after he admitted his feelings for Andros. "I imagined I'd be on the Council someday," he confessed. "Then I'd be famous, like Andros, so we could be together."

Ashley was smiling. "The Council, huh?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "I had a teacher who said I was good at talking, and I figured that was all the Council really did."

"That's a nice dream," Ashley said gently, tilting her head to catch his eye when he looked down. "Did you... did you love Andros, even then?"

He hesitated. "I don't know," he admitted at last. "I guess I did, but... not like I do now. Does that make any sense?"

She just nodded. "Yeah, I think so. When I first met Andros, I liked him, but even when we started dating..." Her smile was hesitant. "Well, I remember a time when he wasn't the only thing I thought about, if that's what you mean."

"That sounds about right," he agreed ruefully. "It's like I can't even turn around anymore without Andros being in my face."

"Yeah," Ashley murmured. She was staring at the glass in his hand now. The wrong hand, since he couldn't close the one he usually used around a glass without wincing. "I noticed."

He didn't know what to say. If she had sounded upset, he would have felt perfectly justified in being bitter. But she didn't sound... anything. And in truth, he didn't feel bitter. Sure, she had had Andros. But Andros had been the one to choose her over Zhane, and somehow Zhane knew he still hadn't forgiven his friend for that.

"Let's get out of here," Ashley said abruptly, picking up her jacket from the seat beside her. "They're probably wondering where we went by now."

"Ash--" Zhane stopped her before she could stand, then found he still didn't know what to say. "When you think about the future now, what do you wish for?"

She hesitated, letting her jacket rest in her lap. "I don't know."

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," he coaxed, gratified to see her lips twitch at his childish plea.

Still, she shook her head. "I can't," she said softly. "I wish... I wish I didn't wish it."

Heart racing, he took a breath to tell her what he hadn't admitted even to himself. Getting it out in the open would either bring them closer or destroy their friendship, and he was gambling everything on the chance that she felt the same way. "I wish I hadn't died," he said bluntly. "I wish Andros had been mine since we evacuated KO-35. I wish we had never met you."

She lifted her head, and he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. He could barely hear her whisper, "I wish you'd never woken up." A single tear slid down her cheek, followed closely by a second.

He reached over the table to take her hand as he stood, and she fumbled for it blindly. Clutching her jacket in her free hand, she let him lead her toward the door, head down in an effort to keep everyone else from seeing her tears. They must be quite a pair, he thought, making sure to avoid catching anyone's eye himself. One Ranger crying and the other with his arm in a sling... yeah, they were invincible. Nothing to see here.

He pulled her closer as soon as they were outside, putting his arm around her shoulders as they were absorbed into the crowded foot traffic of the skyport. They were less conspicuous here, surrounded by milling throngs and illuminated by the oddly tinted lights that made familiar colors look strange. It was also impossible to carry on a conversation.

He found an observation platform, and she followed without protest. Stepping up to the side of the platform, he let his grip on her shoulders relax. She leaned on the railing automatically, not looking at him. Her eyes were drawn to the departing hover ferry, and he thought he saw her smile a little.

"That could be our ride," she said, just loudly enough for him to catch the words.

He put his elbows on the railing next to her, following her gaze. "Offer's open," he remarked, wondering, just for a moment, what would happen if she took him up on it. No matter what he said, he had never seriously considered it. And yet...

"I don't really wish it," she said suddenly, still staring at the ferry. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, watching the giant space-faring vehicle strain against the bonds of gravity. "It's just something you think sometimes."

"Yeah," she echoed with a sigh.

"Same here," he said quietly.

The ferry was retreating into the sky now, a steadily shrinking disc of light. The red outline of the landing site it had left behind stopped flashing abruptly, and as Zhane glanced back at it the outline rippled to white. The ferry had cleared the skyport's airspace, then, and would accelerate to escape velocity under the direction of one of the orbital stations.

"It's nice to know you're not totally selfless," Ashley murmured.

Zhane sighed in exasperation. "Have you been talking to Andros? Why does everyone think I'm some kind of saint? I don't get it!"

Ashley reached out and put her hand on his, twining their fingers together when he turned his hand over to take hers. "I don't think you're a saint," she promised, the hint of a smile on her face. "Just the nicest guy I know. That's all."

"Well, if that's all," he said, rolling his eyes. "No pressure."

"No pressure," she repeated. "Zhane... this sharing thing? I wouldn't... I couldn't even think about it with anyone else. No one but you."

"And Andros," he pointed out, smiling a little to hide the awkwardness.

"No," she said slowly, shaking her head. "Just you. I think--I think maybe if I had to share you with Andros, instead of the other way around... it would be too hard."

He stared at her for a moment, then said the first thing that came to mind. "Andros wouldn't share."

She shook her head in silent agreement.

"Not unless we made him," he added, watching her reaction.

She looked over at him in surprise. "What... what do you mean?" she asked, carefully enough that he knew she had some idea what he meant.

"Nothing." He turned away, looking out at the skyport from where they stood. It was backed up tonight. There were shuttles circling, in a pattern he could almost discern himself, as they waited their turn to land.

"Zhane." Ashley sounded troubled, but she hadn't let go of his hand. "You know I don't... feel about you the way I feel about Andros."

"You don't have to," he told the skyport. "I'm just saying that if we both love Andros, we're going to have to get used to being close. That's all."

"We're already close," she said slowly. She didn't sound at all sure of herself when she added, "Aren't we?"

He squeezed her fingers reassuringly, watching the hover ferry's launch site turn blue in anticipation of an arrival. "Yeah, of course we are."

"But?" she prompted.

"I don't know," he said with a sigh. He couldn't put it into words if she wasn't going to meet him halfway. "It's different, somehow."

For a moment, she didn't say anything, and he thought the conversation was over. But then, "Zhane?"

"Yeah." He ran his thumb over her fingers idly, wondering suddenly if she'd ever asked Andros about his fingernails. He smiled at the random thought. What would she say if he asked right now?

"I liked kissing you, before," she said, chasing the thought out of his mind.

"Yeah?" He glanced over at her in surprise. She was staring back at him, and he thought she might be meeting him more than halfway. "Want to try it again sometime?"

She smiled in return. "I was thinking, maybe, now," she suggested shyly.

He turned a little, forcing her to turn with him as he lifted her hand off the railing. "Now is good for me," he agreed, letting their clasped hands fall between them.

She took a step closer, tilting her head up toward his, and he kissed her before she could answer. She smiled, breathing against his mouth when he drew back. "You're taller," she whispered, looking up at him. "It throws me off."

"And you..." He pressed his mouth to hers again gently, then finished, "You're the only person I know whose breath smells good right after they've eaten. It's weird."

She giggled at that, putting her free hand on his shoulder as she leaned into him again. "You smell pretty good yourself," she said, her lips lingering against his. He took that as an invitation, nuzzling her mouth with his until she sighed and turned her head.

"I wish you could hold me," Ashley murmured, almost too quietly to hear.

Without a word, he slid his right arm out of the sling and laid his hand carefully against the back of her neck. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go of them, and he put his other arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She relaxed, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

They stood that way for a long time, looking out over the skyport.

Andros stared down at the readout he'd been trying to scan for almost half an hour now. He still wasn't sure what it was about, but he knew that when he'd picked it up he'd thought it was important. Important enough to warrant sitting alone in the warmup area while he pretended not to wait up for the only two Rangers still unaccounted for.

Saryn and Cassie had returned with Kyril just before Kristet left, and Saryn had reacted with predictable hostility. Cassie's obvious fatigue had only complicated things, and when she learned that Ashley and Zhane weren't there she had insisted on staying another night so they could say goodbye in the morning. Kristet had, wisely, taken her leave, and Kyril had hung around to check out the zords while Saryn took Cassie upstairs.

Andros glanced surreptitiously out at the hangar bay. Kerone had offered to introduce Kyril to Magic, but he hadn't heard their voices for some time now. Ty, too, had returned from what had apparently been a solitary dinner excursion and disappeared into his room soon after. He had acknowledged Andros briefly, but didn't inquire after Ashley or Zhane... did he know where they were? Andros hadn't been able to make himself ask.

"Would you consider it an imposition," Saryn's voice said from somewhere behind him, "if I were to tell you that you are a fool?"

Andros craned his neck around, startled. Saryn was standing a few steps from the other end of the couch, arms folded as he regarded Andros. "Excuse me?"

"I've seen the way Zhane looks at you," Saryn said quietly, his eyes studying Andros' face. "It was not always like that, but it is there now, and it is so strong that I don't doubt you are aware of it."

Andros looked down at his reader, hoping the other Ranger would take the hint. "I'm aware of it," he said stiffly. "It's really none of your business."

"No," Saryn agreed. He didn't show any inclination to leave, and Andros wondered what had brought him down here in the first place. "Yet I do not like to see a friend behave in a way that is contrary to his own interests."

"Is there something you wanted?" Andros demanded, lifting his head to glare at Saryn. "Because I don't really want to talk about it."

Saryn lowered his gaze in an uncharacteristic show of humility. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I wish there were some way I could make you see."

"See what?" Andros asked in spite of himself. "This doesn't have anything to do with you."

"Andros, you have everything you've ever wanted," Saryn told him. "It's all here. If not in this room, then not far away. Yet you sit alone, working and, as far as I can tell, worrying for no good reason."

Andros turned his attention back to the reader without a word. He knew, sometimes, why Saryn's empathy made Zhane uncomfortable. It wasn't something he would ever mention to the Red Elisian Ranger, but he suspected Saryn knew anyway.

"Someday," Saryn said softly, "one or both of them will be gone."

Andros lifted his head, but he refused to look at Saryn.

"There will be nothing you can do to change it," Saryn continued. "Why do you make up reasons why you can't be together, when someday, reasons will come of their own accord?

"It is not complicated," Saryn added, anticipating him. "Whatever troubles you, it is not nearly as complicated as you think it is. This I can tell you with certainty: there will come a day when you will look back on this time and wish it could only be this simple again."

Andros' morpher chimed and DECA appeared in front of them simultaneously. "There are quantrons outside the hangar," she announced calmly.

Andros was already on his feet as he held up his digimorpher. "Is this you?"

The hologram nodded, and he glanced over at Saryn. Ashley was in Keyota, and Zhane could protect her if anyone could. That left only one person that could have brought the quantrons here now.

"Cassie," he and Saryn said at the same time.

"Keep her inside," Andros said, coming around the end of the sofa. "We'll take care of this."

"Andros!" Ty's shout came from above, and Kerone walked out of thin air at his side.

"We're taking the zords," Andros called back, glancing at Kerone. She just nodded, vanishing again. A moment later a shower of sparkles announced Ty's presence in her place, and Andros added, "I've had about enough of this."

"Why do they attack the only place on the planet they can't get into?" Ty demanded, stride lengthening to match Andros'. "It's not like there aren't better targets."

"They don't want better targets," Andros said grimly. "They want what we have here."

"The Turbo Rangers?" Ty was angling off to the right, counting on the echo of the bay to carry his words back to Andros. "Why are they so important?"

Andros heard the question, but right now he didn't care about the answer. All that really mattered was what was happening to Ashley and Zhane while they fought off yet another futile attack here. Had DECA alerted them? Were they in the middle of their own battle? DECA would have told him if they needed backup--wouldn't she?

"DECA," he snapped, settling into the cockpit of his zord as the Power enveloped him. "Where are they others? Are they in trouble?"

"Ashley and Zhane are on their way," DECA replied calmly. "Kyril's zord is approaching the hangar from above."

Then the doors were open, his cat was plunging out into the darkness, and there was no more time to worry. Kerone was right behind him, and Ty had hunkered down in the entrance to keep quantrons from slipping past while they were distracted. An eerily ghost-like outline flitted past overhead, swooping with destructive accuracy into places the cats couldn't reach, and he felt a flicker of appreciation for a zord designed for aerial combat.

The other two cats remained behind, and it took him longer than it should have to realize why. It wasn't until he saw a flicker of non-metallic silver among the quantrons that it occurred to him. A flash of yellow, too close, confirmed that thought.

"Zhane!" he shouted over the comm. "Ashley, what do you think you're doing?"

"Bowling?" Ashley's voice came back a moment later.

"Ask a stupid question," Zhane added wryly.

"Get out of there!" Andros ordered, dismayed to find the two of them on the ground with the zords loose and not particularly discerning about whom they smashed. "You're not doing us any good down there!"

"You expect us to let you have all the fun?" Zhane's voice demanded.

"Are you saying you're not good enough to avoid shooting your own teammates?" Ashley wanted to know, and there was laughter in her breathless tone. That was something he hadn't heard in too long, and it took him aback.

An enormous shadow darkened the flashes below, cruising low and passive as it scanned the field. Andros felt his zord growl warningly, and the bird screamed in reply as Kyril's zord lifted into the night. "We clear?" his voice inquired a moment later. "My tactical shows nothing but green."

"Confirmed," Andros said tersely. The fight was over before it had begun, as he had intended when they released the zords, but he couldn't calm his heart with Saryn's words ringing in his mind. "Someday, one or both of them will be gone, and there will be nothing you can do."

"Stand down," Andros told the comm, letting his zord settle where it was. The cat was aware enough to raise the alarm if need be, and he was willing to bet it would defend itself against intruders if it came to that. After the way the quantrons had jammed their network earlier, he would feel better with someone helping DECA keep watch.

"Andros?" Kerone's voice asked. "You coming?"

"Yeah," he said, letting the crimson rush overwhelm him. A moment later he was standing beside his zord, and he put a hand to his visor out of habit. "My zord's staying out here tonight. I'll be with you in a minute."

"Acknowledged," Kerone answered, and he saw Magic lift her nose to the sky before turning back to the hangar. She passed Ty's zord with a flick of her tail, and the black cat straightened from its crouch to follow.

Andros demorphed, looking up just in time to catch a wisp of Zhane's thoughts through the darkness. *Don't trust DECA's cameras?* the Silver Ranger asked, emerging from the shadows with Ashley at his side. They, too, had let their uniforms vanish.

*It's not the cameras I don't trust,* Andros said, glancing at Ashley. She nodded, indicating that she was hearing him just as clearly. *It's the way the velocifighters locked us into the sim this morning.*

*If they could fool the zords, you think they can fool DECA?* Ashley guessed.

He nodded once, and she and Zhane exchanged glances.

"Not a good thought," Zhane muttered aloud. "How come they came to the hangar, anyway? Ash was in the city with me."

"Cassie's here," Andros answered, but Ashley was frowning.

"That doesn't make sense," she pointed out. "Shouldn't they have gone for the easier target? We were at the skyport, surrounded by civilians. Cassie was here with five or six zords and two teams of Rangers."

Andros stared at her, the scenario suddenly so clear in his mind that he couldn't believe even quantrons had been so oblivious. "Please tell me you didn't do that on purpose," he blurted out before he thought.

She looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Set yourself up," he said, somewhat reassured by the confusion on her face. "To lure the quantrons away from the hangar."

"What?" she repeated, exchanging glances with Zhane. "No! Is that what it sounded like? No--it just seems strange in hindsight, that's all. I didn't expect to get attacked."

"We went to dinner, Andros." Zhane sounded a little impatient. "There was no ulterior motive, no hidden agenda. Just food."

"And maybe some distance," Ashley said softly.

He swallowed, trying to keep Saryn's warning from overwhelming him. "I don't want distance," he confessed, the words rushing out of him as he looked from one to the other. "All I want is you guys, and I don't know how to tell you and I'm worried that something I didn't do is going to keep us apart."

Ashley opened her mouth, then glanced at Zhane before answering. He looked back at her and suddenly Andros felt very, very alone. He couldn't stand having the two of them at odds. But they obviously weren't anymore--and he had always known he couldn't compete with either of them.

Then Zhane put an arm around Ashley's shoulders and reached out to Andros with his free hand, pulling him close enough to hug the moment their fingers touched. Andros felt Ashley stumble and went to steady her automatically. The next thing he knew, she was pressed up against his chest and Zhane's arms were around them both, holding them close... holding them together.

Zhane had pushed her. It might have annoyed her if the results hadn't been so perfect. His right arm was obviously feeling better, and she wasn't above taking advantage of the situation. She snuggled against Andros, feeling strangely safe with his arms around her and Zhane's across her shoulders.

"We're so stupid," Zhane's voice whispered, his breath teasing her hair.

She lifted her head in surprise, finding those thoughtful blue eyes only inches from hers. His mouth found hers, briefly, gently, and she was too surprised to pull away. Then he turned his head, kissing Andros before the Red Ranger could say a word, and she thought Andros was just as startled. Suddenly embarrassed, she tried to take a step back, but neither of them would let her go.

"Kiss and make up," Zhane teased softly. His meaning was clear, but Andros must have seen how flustered she was. His eyes met hers but he made no move to kiss her, even when Zhane sighed.

"We're so stupid," the Silver Ranger repeated, and this time he sounded frustrated by it. "We're all right here, totally in love with each other, and we can't even hug without it turning into a big thing."

"It's not the hugging," Ashley murmured. She tried to look away, but they were so close that there was nowhere safe to stare. The warm comfort of their embrace had turned stifling, and she swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry," Zhane said immediately. "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's not even the kissing," she admitted, trying not to blush. "It's just... this isn't what I'm used to, okay?"

"Ash..." Zhane waited until she looked back at him. "You don't have to sleep with me. You don't even have to kiss me. Just--let me be with you.

"Please?" he added, more quietly.

She found herself blinking back tears, and for the life of her she couldn't have said what for. The heartfelt entreaty hurt more than she could have anticipated. It brought into sharp contrast the differences in their approach to this relationship: he was willing to beg, and she couldn't even bring herself to give it a chance.

"I love you," she whispered, tilting her head to rest it against his shoulder. She freed one arm to wrap it around his waist, wondering if it conveyed anything of what she was feeling. "I really do. I just don't love you that way, and I guess... I don't want to lead you on."

"Ash," Zhane said wryly. "If you've told me once, you've told me twenty times: you're not in love with me. I get it, okay? I understand. You're not leading me on. Believe me."

Her face was hot, and not just from repressed tears. "I'm sorry," she murmured, almost inaudibly.

"So am I," Zhane said, very gently. "But not for what we aren't. Only for what we are and don't acknowledge. I love you. I need Andros. I need him so much--I can't even tell you. But I can't hurt you, and I know you need him too. So if there's any way... any way at all that we can all be together, I think we have to try it."

"I think so too," Andros offered, his voice almost as quiet as hers had been. He didn't say anything else, but those words were enough. He was as tentative as Zhane was insistent... as tentative as she felt, sometimes.

"Yeah," Ashley said at last, lifting her chin to smile at Zhane. She sniffed once, blinking hard as she added, "Okay." She shifted just a little, giving Andros a careful, token kiss. "Me too."

"Good." Zhane sounded, finally, satisfied. His arms tightened around the two of them, and they just stood there for a long moment, close in the darkness.

Ashley took a deep breath, comfortable enough in the embrace but still self-conscious about anyone seeing them that way. She supposed it wasn't likely that anyone would be randomly passing by this late at night, and she doubted Kerone and Ty would care even if they did see them. But she couldn't help a twinge of relief when Andros shifted, his grip loosening.

"I told Kerone we'd be in soon," he said quietly, and she let him step back without complaint. Zhane was less willing.

"What, you think she's waiting up?" he demanded, catching Ashley's hand as she pulled away. "Tell her we decided to run away."

"We have to talk about the quantrons." Despite his words, Andros sounded amused. Glancing sideways, Ashley saw that Zhane had taken his hand too. "Saryn will want to know what happened, if Kyril hasn't told him already. And you guys are right--the quantrons shouldn't have come here with you in the city."

"He never stops thinking," Zhane told her. "How do you put up with it?"

"I try to ignore it as much as possible," she answered, smiling a little as they made their way back toward the hangar. "Sometimes I kiss him to shut him up."

"Tried that." Zhane sounded disgruntled. "Didn't work."

"They couldn't have missed you," Andros said, apparently talking to himself now. "And if they can't teleport into the hangar, they shouldn't be able to scan it either. Even interdimensionally."

"They've done it before," Ashley pointed out, diverted in spite of herself.

"No, they haven't." She could almost hear Andros frowning. "You're always outside when the attacks happen. Justin's the only one who was able to come right into the hangar. And he's a Ranger."

"His Power signature would let him teleport in," Zhane offered, joining the conversation with obvious reluctance. "Saryn did it this morning."

"Right." Andros paused. "But if they can't penetrate the hangar shielding, how did they know Cassie was inside tonight?"

Neither of them had an answer for that. When they reached the nearest door, Andros held up his digimorpher almost absently. He must have let go of Zhane's hand to step inside, and Ashley felt Zhane squeeze her fingers as they followed. She returned the pressure, keeping her hand in his as they walked into the light.

Saryn, Kerone, and Ty were gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Three pairs of eyes immediately turned to them, and Ashley tried to act as casual as possible. What did they care who she held hands with, anyway?

"The quantrons cannot teleport into the hangar," Saryn said. His gaze was on Andros, and Andros alone. "You knew this?"

Andros only nodded. "We were just talking about it. They shouldn't be able to scan it, either, unless there's something about ID travel that lets them see through Power sanctuaries."

"I do not know." Saryn looked distinctly troubled, and Ashley felt a little silly for wondering what he would think. It wasn't like there weren't more important things to worry about.

"The homing beacons Justin talks about are linked to their Power," the Elisian Ranger was saying. "Is it possible that Dark Spectre can, indeed, see such a thing through the very defenses designed to protect it?"

"I don't think so." Kyril's voice drifted to them from somewhere behind the stairs, and Ashley finally noticed him standing over by the comm. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but whatever it was, he was doing it awfully fast. "As far as I can tell, the hangar shields should be as effective between dimensions as they are within this one."

Saryn didn't question that, seeming to take Kyril's opinion as fact the moment he offered it. "Then they did not know Cassie was here. Unless they have been monitoring her movements since our arrival?"

"That doesn't make sense," Andros said, frowning again. "If they were going to do that, why wouldn't they just wait until she left again? There's no point in attacking someone inside the hangar from the outside."

"What if they're not after the Turbo Rangers at all?" Zhane was staring at the floor, and he didn't seem to notice the quiet that greeted those words. "What if there's something here that they want, instead? Maybe it's the hangar itself. Maybe Ash just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong times."

"What would they want with the hangar?" Andros said at last. "They can't get inside."

"Could it be the zords?" Saryn offered. "It seems that if they were after the Turbo Rangers, Ashley would have been an easier target tonight. Not that I would wish that for you," he added, glancing in her direction at last.

She managed a smile. "I know. We were talking about it, too." This time, his gaze did flicker to their joined hands, but his expression didn't change.

"I don't see what they'd want with the zords," Andros was saying. "They had their chance during the sim this morning. Why attack the hangar? It isn't any easier to get to the zords than it is to one of us."

"I was outside tonight."

Ashley looked at Kerone in surprise. She wasn't the only one, either. Kyril had joined them while she wasn't paying attention, and he turned when the rest of them did to stare at the former princess of evil. Kerone just stared back at them, her face revealing none of what was going on in her head.

"What are you talking about?" Andros demanded. His tone was more hostile than confused, and with a sinking sensation, Ashley knew that he understood what Kerone was suggesting. And he hadn't dismissed it.

"Other than Ashley and Zhane, Kyril and I were the only Rangers who weren't in the hangar." Kerone's voice was even, almost distant. "I've been with Ashley almost constantly since the first attack. Even that night... we were together when the quantrons appeared."

"That's ridiculous!" Zhane burst out. "What would they want with you? How could they find you? You didn't even know Dimitria!"

Kerone just looked at him, waiting for it to dawn on him.

"Dark Spectre's revenge," Saryn said quietly. His voice was the only sound in the silence.

"No." Andros was shaking his head. "He's gone. There's no way he can find you here."

"It's entirely possible that he tagged her in some way, even as Dimitria tagged the Turbo Rangers," Saryn pointed out. "She was his second in command. I would have monitored her whereabouts."

Ashley saw Kerone flash Saryn an amused look. "Would you?" she asked, something suspiciously like laughter in her voice.

Saryn's lips twitched as he returned her look, but he didn't answer.

"Wouldn't he send more than quantrons?" Ashley couldn't help wincing when everyone's attention turned to her, but it was only the truth. "No offense, Kerone, but you destroy quantrons like they're toys. If Dark Spectre was after you, why would he send quantrons?"

After a long moment, it was Kyril who answered. "That's a good point," he remarked, exchanging glances with Saryn. "The princess of evil must be worth more than a couple of automated soldiers."

"Former princess of evil," Zhane corrected automatically, and Kyril inclined his head in wordless apology.

"I don't know," Kerone admitted. "Maybe I'm wrong."

"Maybe we all are," Andros said grimly. "Maybe we don't have the faintest idea what he wants. All we can do is watch out for each other."

"Did JT leave his ID data with you?" Saryn asked, glancing over at Andros.

"Yes. Did it mean anything to you?"

Saryn frowned. "I confess, I did not give the information the attention it deserved. It was downloaded to our terminal after Jay had departed, and at the time I was not particularly concerned with details. Perhaps that was an oversight on my part."

"Ashley and Kerone couldn't find anything when they went over it," Andros told him. "DECA's been analyzing it ever since. She says the travel algorithms are complicated, which makes me wonder what kind of computer Justin was using. But she can't find any way to create a homing effect either--let alone mask it."

Saryn only looked more pensive. "Curious." He didn't say anything else, but Ashley knew that look. Saryn, too, would be working on that data the moment they got home.

"I'm going to go talk to DECA," Kerone said abruptly. She had an odd look on her face now, but she shrugged it off when Ashley shot an inquiring look in her direction. "Just in case."

"I'll go with you," Ashley offered, watching for her reaction.

Kerone just smiled at her. "Going to be my bodyguard?"

"Maybe." Ashley mirrored her expression. "It might not hurt."

"Hey--" Zhane didn't let go of her hand when she took a step forward, and her smile faded as she looked back at him. Andros, too, was watching her, and she wished she could say something.

But she couldn't, not in front of the others, and Zhane must have realized it at the same time. Frustration flashed in his eyes, almost too quick to see, and then he released her fingers reluctantly. "Take care of yourselves," he said, including Kerone with his eyes.

"We will," she promised. She joined Kerone with a nonchalance that probably didn't fool anyone, considering who they were talking to. *See you in the morning?* she suggested hesitantly, not sure he would hear her.

*You'd better,* Zhane sent back immediately.

She saw Ty studying Zhane curiously, and she sighed to herself. No matter what happened between them, it wouldn't be a secret for long.

Saryn had already vanished up the stairs by the time the rest of them gave up on answers for the night. Kyril stayed behind in the zord bay, saying he wanted to see more of the hills at night. So, after offering token warnings about nocturnal predators, Andros and Zhane found themselves trailing Ty up the stairs.

They climbed in an ever more awkward silence, and when Ty reached the top Andros saw him glance back at them. He just waved when he saw Andros watching, turning away before either of them could return the gesture. "'Night," Zhane called anyway.

"Night," Ty answered, not pausing. Something about the way he slouched across the catwalk seemed different to Andros, but figuring it out wasn't high on his list of priorities.

They both stopped in front of Andros' door, and he shot a sideways look at Zhane. Zhane made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking back. He took a deep breath just as Andros opened his mouth to speak, and they both hesitated again.

Finally, Zhane's mouth quirked a little and he tried again. "Want me to sleep with the girls?" he asked. He didn't take his eyes off of Andros.

Andros raised his eyebrows, but Zhane only smiled in rueful acknowledgement of the words. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah," Andros admitted. "And no," he added, when Zhane looked away. "I don't want you to sleep with the girls."

Zhane's gaze snapped back to his. Andros could almost see him struggling with his conscience. "You sure?" he asked at last.

For answer, Andros stepped into his room and touched the light inside, leaving the door open behind him. He walked over to the window, perfectly aware that Zhane was still standing on the threshold. He touched another light, then reached up to pull the elastic out of his hair.

He heard the door close.

Turning, Andros saw Zhane standing just inside the room. He was watching from the opposite wall, an unreadable expression on his face. Andros pulled his locket off over his head and dropped it on the windowsill. He kicked his shoes off carefully, looking up in surprise at Zhane's loud sigh.

"Dammit, Andros!" The Silver Ranger strode across the room, grabbing his pajamas off the floor and retreating back to his position by the door. "What are you, the king of the accessory striptease? I should just go sleep on the couch!"

But he didn't, and Andros watched in fascination as his friend stripped and donned his pajama bottoms with no more modesty than he had ever shown. He didn't put on his t-shirt, though, and Andros flushed when Zhane caught him staring. Zhane blinked, then--oddly--seemed to relax a little.

Closing the distance between them, the Silver Ranger paused when Andros looked away. "Were you like this with Ashley, too?" he asked. The amusement in his voice held a hint of genuine curiosity.

"What?" Andros couldn't think of anything else to say.

He didn't even see Zhane move, but the tug on his t-shirt jolted him out of his confusion and he lifted his arms to let Zhane pull it off without protest. The action left him feeling oddly young, and he was paralyzed with indecision. Did he want Zhane to undress him? It wasn't that the idea was necessarily bad, just foreign, and the faster Zhane went the less control Andros had--

Then he felt Zhane's mouth against his, and the kiss was more familiar than anything else they could have done. The warmth surged through his entire body, making his skin tingle as Zhane's hands settled lightly on his hips. He pressed forward without thinking, demanding the kiss be more than just contact, and he felt Zhane's fingers clench reflexively.

It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't easy, but he felt like he'd been waiting for this for days. The feelings from this morning came rushing back, the sensation of being nothing outside of this moment, and he remembered Zhane's demonstration of "parking" with a hot flush that might have been embarrassing if Zhane hadn't been just as breathless. He slid his tongue around the inside of Zhane's mouth, exploring a sensation still so new despite their long history.

He had his hands on Zhane's shoulders, barely noticing the muscles tense under his touch when Zhane turned the kiss back on him with a vengeance. His hands shook as they abandoned their self-control, snaking around Andros' back and obliterating the space between them. Andros gasped at the full-body contact and he felt Zhane take advantage of it, his kiss so hungry it could easily have been intimidating.

It wasn't. Andros wound one arm around Zhane's neck in a desperate attempt to bring them closer, his other hand sliding down to Zhane's elbow, wanting only to touch and keep touching like this. His body was hot and screaming for more, drowning in sensation and completely overwhelmed by this unstoppable tide of feeling. All he cared about was this, this feeling here and now, with Zhane.

They stumbled sideways, movements jerky and uncoordinated when they couldn't stop kissing even long enough to get where they were going. He barely felt his foot connect with something on the floor and then Zhane was pulling him down on top of him, not letting him go as they tumbled onto the mattress. The sleeping bags slid across his skin, the coolness making his breath catch even as Zhane swung one leg over his hips and rolled on top of him.

Andros stared up at him, remembering so many pillowfights that had ended just like this. Then Zhane shifted deliberately, grinding their hips together, and Andros groaned aloud. He arched upward inadvertently, fists clenching as he struggled for the control he hadn't even realized he'd lost.

"I--I didn't--" He could barely breathe, and Zhane pressed one hand against his chest as if to steal the last of his reserves. Zhane's mouth covered his, hot and unrelenting, and he felt the words flow out of him anyway.

*I didn't know it could be like this,* he thought, eyes closed against a world that was too bright when he felt this much. It was like the senses he didn't need were shutting down, defensively, trying to keep from overloading.

Something about the mental contact made Zhane tremble against him, and the kiss broke, for just a moment. *What?* that familiar voice asked at last, unsteady even in the non-physical world of thought. *The pillowfights?*

He wasn't the only one who remembered. He let his eyes open, vision filled with Zhane's flushed face and glittering blue gaze. He reached up, fingers tangling in blonde hair as he forced their mouths back together. Zhane sank into him willingly, kisses hard and passionate as he pressed Andros back into the mattress.

*Anything,* Andros thought, when he had enough focus to project the words. This time he felt Zhane moan into his mouth, and he wondered if it was really the telepathy or just the foreplay. *Anything with you.*

Zhane wrenched himself away, staring down at Andros with dark eyes. "Did you think about it?" he panted, his gaze strangely intent. The question obviously meant more to him than Andros knew, but all he had was the truth.

"No," he said honestly. Zhane closed his eyes, and guilty sympathy penetrated the haze of desire that clouded his thoughts. "But I don't think like that, Zhane. You know that."

Zhane was looking at him again, wearing an odd expression that prompted Andros to ask, "Did you?"

Fingers danced across his chest, skittish and almost idle, but clever enough to draw a gasp from him just when he was almost distracted. The pattern they traced brought him back to his pounding body with a suddenness that made him twist restlessly, and he heard Zhane's breath hitch when he moved. He fought the urge to reverse their positions and lost, but Zhane might as well have read his mind.

Catching his wrists, the Silver Ranger leaned forward and tore a kiss from his breathless mouth. Hands pinned against the mattress, Andros didn't bother to fight such a welcome assault, lifting his head and returning the favor when Zhane didn't move fast enough. The hold on his wrists dissolved, trailing fire across his skin as Zhane let go and collapsed beside him.

"Promise me," he muttered, the words sharp and breathless as Andros caught at the edge of his pajama bottoms. "Promise me you'll think of it from now on."

Zhane trembled under his touch, flinging his head back with a soft cry when Andros found what he was looking for. The sound alone made him blush, and he found himself watching his friend's reaction with quiet wonder. What had he done to deserve this? And with the only thing asked in return something so easily given...

"I promise," Andros whispered.

12. Light of Day

She was painting. It was the only word he could think of to describe it, though she used neither paint nor any tangible medium that he could see. It was simply a vast expanse of air, shimmering slightly like the surface of a soap bubble, illuminated here and there by streaks of color that seemed to respond to her touch.

Saryn paused on the lower landing, watching her trail her fingers across the ephemeral canvas. Her blonde hair was curly this morning, as it had been since he arrived, and he thought he caught the glitter of a hair ornament when she moved. He couldn't help noticing that the longer her hair got, the more its style resembled Astronema's.

Yet she had so little in common with Astronema these days. It was odd that their obvious physical characteristics were converging while their personalities went in opposite directions. Kerone was calm, even-tempered, and far more frank than Astronema had ever been. She hid little, and she had an easy smile that Astronema had never known.

And she painted. Saryn leaned on the railing, watching rainbows flash and fade beneath her hands. The symbols that she left behind had little meaning to him, and they evanesced as soon as she turned her attention to something else. She went over and over the same places, new colors replacing the old and forming a fading mosaic that was as beautiful as it was transitory.

As fleeting as memory, sometimes. He knew there had been a time when he watched someone else paint, someone with the same blonde curls and pensive expression. When he watched Kerone, he could almost see that person in his mind.

Almost. He had found, though, that he could no longer conjure up Jenna's face when he closed his eyes. He could no longer recall every detail of her presence. He couldn't remember exactly what her voice had sounded like, or her laughter. If asked to describe how she had made him feel, he would not be able to be more specific than "loved".

It was a bittersweet loss, and one which he had refused to acknowledge for some time. He knew Cassie saw it in his face sometimes, when someone asked him about them--and they did... they did ask, now. He supposed that too was a change. His time of mourning was over, even by Elisian standards, and there was history of which he had been a part.

It was growing easier to admit there were things he could not recall. When someone asked him a question he couldn't answer, he no longer felt disloyal. There were things to learn from the past, certainly, things to remember... and there were things to forget. Such was the nature of time.

A resonant sound, like the sigh of a giant animal, drew his attention out toward the bay floor. He couldn't tell which of the zords had made the noise, but when he glanced back Kerone had turned to look up at him. He smiled slightly, and she lifted her hand in return. Tipping her head to the side, she indicated he was free to join her.

The grate of the stairs rattled just enough, as he made his way to the floor, that he wondered if she had heard him before. She had turned back to her "painting" by the time he came up behind her, and he blinked at the sunburst pattern she had created. A transparent echo of his team's logo, he smiled a little when she turned it red and made it brighten for a moment.

"You are quite the artist," he offered quietly, as she traced the Astro Ranger logo around the sun. He wasn't surprised when she colored that pink, but he was impressed when the entire design started to rotate.

"Thank you," she replied. She wasn't displaying any other symptoms of magic overload, but he found himself scrutinizing her anyway. She caught him looking and smiled. "No magic problems. Not for a few weeks, anyway."

"I'm glad. I was concerned when I heard that it had happened again."

"I know," she said, making a tiny two-dimensional explosion in the middle of her painting. "So was I."

"So you do this instead?" He watched her set off more fireworks with nothing more than touches of her finger to the shimmering surface. She liked fireworks, he knew. He wondered if she still created life-sized displays for the sheer fun of it, or if she saved them for special occasions.

"Among other things," she agreed. "I teleport a lot, and I've gotten better at making things..." She lifted one hand to her hair, fingering the silver charm.

"May I?" he asked, indicating the little circle.

She tilted her head, letting him lift it away from her hair to study it. A miniature phoenix spread its wings to the sky, its head thrown back in a silent scream of defiance. The image matched the one on the medallion she wore over her shirt, and he glanced down at it involuntarily.

"I duplicated it," Kerone said, catching his gaze as he let the hair ornament fall. "I keep meaning to give the necklace back to Zhane, so he can use it the way he used to, but somehow..."

"You have grown accustomed to it?" he suggested.

"Yeah," she said, but her eyes were thoughtful. "Something like that."

That wasn't it, but her attention returned to her painting and he knew when not to push. "You wear both a phoenix and a locket," he remarked carefully. "The symbol of a new life and a reminder of the old, together."

He could hear the smile in her voice as she answered, but she didn't look away from her designs. "I do, don't I." She traced a heart in the air in front of her. "I don't know what it means."

He watched as she traced a jagged line down the middle of the heart, the pieces splitting apart and dissipating as she let her hand fall.

Saryn touched her shoulder, and finally she looked back at him. Her hazel eyes were as clear as ever, but hers didn't reflect her feelings the way Andros' did. She didn't utter a word of protest as he reached out and drew her gently into his arms.

"Are you all right?" he murmured, keeping his embrace loose and comforting as she relaxed against him. He thought he could guess what the problem was, but if she wanted to talk about it she would tell him.

She shifted a little but didn't pull away. "Yes," he heard her whisper. "Thanks."

He held her until she let him go, stepping back with a curious look that acknowledged nothing. "How are you? You'll be a father, soon."

"Yes," he agreed, glancing up as she let the "canvas" disappear in a sparkling waterfall of light. "I look forward to that day."

"Do you?" Her expression was genuinely quizzical, and he had to smile at her honesty.

"I'm terrified," he admitted. "And delighted at the same time. Terrified of the responsibility, delighted by the idea of family. I don't have the faintest idea how we'll manage."

She smiled back, her serious expression vanishing as if it had never been. "I guess that's probably how all parents feel, at first."

"Perhaps," he allowed. "We..." He hesitated a little, struggling with the words. "Cassie was not supposed to get pregnant, of course. And--some of those concerns are still valid."

"What concerns?" she asked innocently. "The timing? Your lifestyle? You won't be a Ranger forever."

"No... yes," he corrected. "Both of those things, but more fundamentally--there are compatibility issues between our species. The fact that conception occurred naturally was something of a shock to both of us."

She just nodded, slowly, as though she hadn't thought of that.

"There is, too, the dimensional shifting," he said with a sigh. "There is some doubt that the twins endured it without harm. But because their existence is essentially unprecedented in the League, we have few standards by which to judge their current condition."

"They're all right," Kerone promised, her confidence unshaken. "Don't you think you'd know, otherwise?"

"I might." He considered that, then shook his head. "I might not. We will neither of us be content until we see them for ourselves, I suppose."

Kerone smiled again. "Spoken like a true parent," she teased.

"Yes," he agreed after a moment. "I suppose it was." He couldn't help being amused by the idea--and somewhat reassured.

This time, the sound from the floor was more of a growl than a sigh, and he followed Kerone's gaze toward the zords. The cat with violet accents was rising slowly from the floor, and he watched with amazement as the bay doors began to roll open of their own accord. The cat gathered itself, a mechanical hum growing and peaking as it launched itself out into the light of the morning.

Distracted by the show of strength--not to mention independence--Saryn had not even seen the silver cat get to its feet and pad silently past the other two as it followed. Their fellow zords didn't stir, although the doors remained open after they had gone. He wondered exactly how aware the giant creatures were.

"Is that typical?" he asked at last, when Kerone didn't seem inclined to comment.

She nodded. "We used to have to take them hunting, when we first got them. Now they'll go on their own. We all agree that they're becoming more intelligent, but no one really knows why."

He stared at the open bay doors. "Are they wired to the hangar controls, or do they communicate with DECA?"

"Both," Kerone answered. "They've interacted with DECA before, but as far as we can tell they open the doors on their own. DECA says she's not doing it, anyway."

"Curious," he murmured. He had to wonder if they were truly learning or just following a preset knowledge curve that would eventually level off as they reached their full potential.

The rattle of the stairs caught his attention then, and he looked over at them in time to see Zhane tripping down the stairs with an almost comically disheveled look. He frowned. The Silver Ranger's usual grin seemed out of place, and he waved without bothering to say good morning. He headed for the front door without a word, ignoring the open bay doors and vanishing as quickly as he had come.

He looked over at Kerone and found her staring after Zhane with a troubled expression. She was playing idly with the phoenix necklace, but she stopped as soon as she caught his eye. She shrugged apologetically. "He's not much of a morning person."

"And yet he is awake before any of your teammates," Saryn remarked, puzzled.

"He's started running in the mornings, sometimes." There was something she did not add, and he didn't have to try very hard to guess what it might be.

She would see through any effort to be diplomatic, so he just came right out and asked. "How do you feel about his relationship with your brother?"

She didn't so much as blink. Still staring at the door through which Zhane had disappeared, she replied evenly, "I don't know."

And that was nothing less than the truth, if he knew her. He stayed quiet, for they weren't his questions to answer. He did worry, though, that maybe this was something she didn't want to do alone. What if she felt like talking about it was a betrayal of confidence?

"How did you do it?" she asked at last, the words so abrupt that he wasn't sure what she meant. "How did you manage, alone for so long?"

That gave him pause. Did she feel like that now? He kept his tone as neutral as he could when he replied, "My isolation was largely self-imposed. There were plenty of people willing to care about me, if I had only given them the chance."

She didn't answer.

"Kerone." He hesitated, not knowing whether to encourage her or offer a way out. "This entire planet would be less, for your absence. Nonetheless... you will always be welcome on Elisia. In any capacity."

She remained quiet, but out of the corner of his eye he saw her lower her head. Concerned, he glanced over at her and she looked up. She was smiling when she met his gaze, and he thought her eyes were a little too bright.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "I know you don't say that lightly."

"And I do not say it insincerely," he told her. "If you ever find that your path takes you away from KO-35, I hope you know that there are places you can go."

"Thank you," she repeated, stronger now as she gazed out across the zord bay. "But this is my home now. I need them as much as they need me."

He only nodded, understanding the sentiment.

"What about your team?" she asked, a moment later. "I've heard more about them from Kyril than from you."

He made a conscious effort not to smile. "And I've heard more about you from Kyril than from your teammates."

"Have you?" She sounded surprised. "Does that say more about him, or about my teammates?"

"I suspect it says something about you," he replied, amused. "He's fascinated by your physiology. Not to mention your history."

She smiled a little at that, not the least bit uncomfortable. "Well, I'm fascinated by his. It's not every day you meet a ghost."

"So he says," Saryn agreed. "Except that he uses the word 'sorceress' in place of 'ghost'."

She actually laughed, and the carefree sound pleased him. "Can you spare him for a few more days? He's good for my ego. Not to mention my curiosity."

"The decision is entirely his," he said mildly. He wasn't convinced she was joking. "I suspect that, were you to ask him, he might agree."

She opened her mouth, but the sound of footsteps on the catwalk made her stop. He was a little surprised that the noise of the doors hadn't woken all of her teammates, though if Ashley's warning two nights before was any indication they might be used to it by now. He wished he knew what she had been about to say.

Andros appeared at the top of the stairs. He took the first flight two steps at a time, glanced around when he hit the upper landing, and paused. He nodded when he saw them watching, taking the next two flights with a little more dignity.

"I'm surprised," Saryn murmured to Kerone. "Were they not the most notoriously late-sleeping members of the Astro team?"

It made her smile, if nothing else. "They've been sharing a room, these last two nights," she said under her breath. Andros was coming across the zord bay toward them, and they were careful to keep their words to themselves.

"Do you mean to imply something by that?" Saryn asked quietly.

Her gaze flickered toward his and all she said was, "You know I do."

Then Andros was there, possibly trying to look casual, though if that was the case he had failed in spectacular fashion. His hair was damp, his earrings were missing, and for the first time since Saryn had known him he wasn't wearing red. He tried to smile, mumbling "good morning" while his eyes wandered conspicuously around the living area behind them.

"He's outside," Kerone said softly. Andros' attention snapped back to her, and she managed a more convincing smile than he had. "He went out to run a few minutes ago."

Andros hesitated, clearly wanting to deny her assumption but not able to do it in any credible way. Finally he gave up, giving her a grateful look. "Thanks."

She gestured, indicating he should go. Saryn watched him leave, crossing the bay to exit through the massive zord doors. The gold tinted cat flicked an ear in his direction as he passed, but Andros didn't seem to notice. Were all Red Rangers single-minded to the point of obliviousness?

"Ashley will be down next," Kerone predicted. "Pretending she doesn't want to know where Andros and Zhane are. Then Ty, who will ignore any comment not addressed directly to him. After that, if we're really lucky, Cricket will show up and try to interview us in our 'natural environment'."

"Status quo?" Saryn suggested, mouth quirking a little.

Kerone just sighed. "Welcome to my life."

The long, soft grass tickled his bare arms, and he wondered idly whether they should make more of an effort to avoid wearing paths around the hangar. It couldn't be good for the grass, and yet... it was just the five of them. It wasn't like they had parties here or anything.

Why not? Zhane wondered suddenly. His lips twitched as he considered that. They should have parties. They had the perfect place for it: removed from the city, indoor and outdoor space, built-in entertainment...

Sabotage. Publicity issues. Thrill-seekers. He sighed. Why had he decided to become a Ranger, again?

He felt a gentle brush against his mind. No words, nothing he would have even noticed if he hadn't been surrounded by such peace, and he swore silently. Andros had just gotten enough direction to lead him right to this place, and he hadn't even asked. He just did it, like it didn't matter--like Zhane wasn't deliberately avoiding him.

He didn't move. He could, of course. He could up and leave, wind his way back toward the hangar before Andros realized what he was doing. Even the Red Ranger couldn't track him in the city. In a hover.

He was still there when the soft swish of grass announced Andros' presence. He kept his gaze fixed on the sky, watching clouds drift lazily over the hills on currents of early morning air. It was several moments before he heard anything else.

*Zhane?* The voice in his mind was worried, and it brought with it an unmistakable sense of proximity. Then it fell silent. Waiting.

Zhane thought about that. Finally, he lifted his left hand and made an abortive gesture that could have been a wave. Andros had come after him, after all. Which wasn't what he wanted. Was it? God, he didn't know anymore.

When had he started swearing to "god," he wondered absently. Around the time Andros had, maybe. Ashley's influence. He tried not to think about it too much.

*Are you okay?* Andros asked at last. The question was more uncertain than his name had been, and he felt an unwanted flash of sympathy. Like Andros didn't have enough to deal with right now...

He doesn't have to deal with this, he reminded himself. It's my problem, not his. Not that he hadn't taken on enough of Andros' problems in the past. Had he done it expecting the favor to be returned?

No. He had just done it.

"I just need some space," he told the sky. "That's all."

As though the spoken words broke the invisible barrier between them, Andros appeared in his field of vision. He was frowning down at the Silver Ranger, and Zhane couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Smile, hell. He was grinning and he knew it. Andros did the "tousled" look like nobody's business.

"I don't think that's true," Andros informed him.

Zhane raised his eyebrows, but his grin wouldn't go away. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Yes," Andros said without hesitation.

That was good. It was oddly reassuring to know that Andros could see through him again. To know that he bothered. Zhane turned his smile back to the sky, confident now that Andros wouldn't disappear until he'd figured out what was going on.

"Why did you leave?" Andros dropped to the ground beside Zhane, further declaring his intention to stay. "I was sure... I mean, I thought this was what you wanted."

Zhane felt his smile fading at that. He couldn't shift his stare away from the sky, and he vowed not to let anything he felt show in his voice. "Is it what you wanted?"

"I've wanted it for days," Andros said fervently. "Please don't say you've changed your mind. Please don't--don't make me like everyone else..."

He was sitting up before he knew he was going to move. When Andros got that tone in his voice, no careless act or idle words were going to cut it. "I love you," he whispered fiercely. "Don't ever think I don't."

Andros didn't look reassured. That was no surprise, and Zhane hated himself for causing this. He'd left this morning with no thought--for once--of what it would do to his best friend, and now Andros was tearing himself up inside with doubt. Not only was he sure he'd made some terrible mistake, but he was questioning the very thing that had driven Zhane away in the first place.

There were things he had to make Andros understand, somehow. He couldn't keep exploding every time they got too close, couldn't keep pushing Andros in two directions at once. But first he had to fix this.

"I haven't changed my mind," he said quickly. "You're not like everyone else--you're not like anyone else--and I'm sorry I left this morning. I'm sorry, Andros."

"Why?" Andros demanded, stronger than before. "I don't get it; why did you leave?"

"Because I was waiting," he blurted out. "I was waiting again, and I'm always waiting for you. I can't--I just can't help it," he finished awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Andros sounded worried and frustrated at the same time. "I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" Maybe, a voice whispered rebelliously, but he ignored it. "No... look, I told you--you asked what was enough. Remember?"