A/N: Saban and Disney own the characters you know, I own the ones you don't. This will act as the sequel to A Get Together to Remember. I intend to write this as its own story, so whether or not you read GTTR shouldn't make a difference but this tale will definitely mean more if you have read it. :-)

Chapter One - An Uncertain Future

The water was calm. The sun beamed down from a cloudless sky as the cool summer breeze rustled the leaves of the palm trees that surrounded the bay. She looked around at her surroundings feeling at peace for the first time in years. Looking up at the man sitting before her, she couldn't help but smile. The two sat in a double canoe they had rented for the day.

"This is fun." She told him. "I've never done this before!"

"Get used to it." He replied with a grin as he opened their picnic basket. "Chicken salad or PB&J?"

"PB&J." She replied as she took the sandwich from him.

"Wise choice." He told her, his calm, content expression matching hers.

The two sat for a few minutes eating their lunch and enjoying each other's company.

"Do you like Reefside so far?" He piped up as he pulled out a bottle of white grape juice and handed it to her.

She nodded with enthusiasm. "Good!" He replied with a smile. "I want to make sure you're happy here."

She took a sip of her juice as he reached for his water. A Newport 33 sailboat passed by, the older couple aboard waving at them. They returned the greeting. "Why does everyone wave at each other out here?" She asked.

"Because they're happy…. just like we are." She nodded, her eyes diverting to her shoes.

"What should I call you?" She asked after a moment of silence.

He was caught a little off guard by her question. "Whatever you want to call me, Jamie." He replied with a smile.

She nodded again with a bigger grin. "Alright, Dad."

Her eyes shot open. She was still huddled in the same fetal position on the stone cold floor. She had actually managed to fall asleep. For how long, she didn't know but she was suddenly overwhelmed with fear again. She had let her guard down. She had been taught to always look out for herself, to be alert and aware of her surroundings. She still had no idea where she really was but she knew that the man doing this to her was no man at all. He was as evil as they come, an unpredictable loose cannon, capable of anything. She sat up then, pulling the hoodie she'd been using as a pillow back over her head. A small ceiling light was on that hadn't been on when she was brought there. She took notice of the blood stains on the floor and the walls, the bones around her in the cell. She remembered something then as knots began to form in her stomach. Her foster father had been a prisoner here and now history seemed to be repeating itself. 'He didn't survive, the great Tommy Oliver, a Power Ranger, didn't survive.' She thought to herself. 'What chance do I have?' The door to her left swung open then.

"Ah, good!" He cheerfully greeted. "You're awake! I brought you some food."

She got up from the floor and walked up to the bars to face him. He held a tray with a glass of water and a plate of mashed potatoes.

"They're instant." He told her after a moment of silence. "I'm no cook and we don't have much of anything else right now so this will have to do." He set the tray down on the floor near the widest bars so she'd be able to reach for it.

She kept her eyes focused on him. "When are you going to let me out of here?"

"When I see that you're ready." He replied as he crossed his arms. "You've got some lessons to learn before I can trust you. Until then, get used to your new home."

"You can't leave me here like this."

"Sure I can." He replied sternly. "I'd eat… might be awhile before I return."

He began to walk back over to the door. Her intense expression didn't falter. "Ready for what?" She practically yelled.

He opened the door, the dim light of the candlelit hallway shining into the room. Without looking back at her he turned his head only slightly in her direction, just enough for her to see his pleased expression.

"You're going to be the most beautiful flower I've ever grown."

He turned his engine off, removing the key as he lit up his smoke. He watched the rain come down hard on the hood of his Jeep as he cracked open his window. The radio caught his attention then and he reached over to turn up the volume.

"Good afternoon folks. You're listening to FM 94.9 Reefside with Rob and Jeff. We hope you're enjoying your New Years Eve despite the heavy rainfall. There is a wind advisory until 11:00pm tonight and rain throughout New Years Day. Multiple accidents have been reported today already. Be careful out there!"

He unlocked his glove compartment, pulling out a nearly finished bottle of whiskey. He threw back the remnants of the bottle, taking down four to five shots worth in one sitting. He let out an exasperated breath as he finished, tossing the empty bottle back into his glove compartment. He wiped a few stray drops of the whiskey from his beard before locking the glove compartment back up.

"We've got some fantastic tunes lined up for you all." He leaned back in his chair as he took another drag. "We'll be taking it back to the 60's for the next two hours so sit back, enjoy and party responsibly tonight guys and gals!"

His car sat parked on the street at the end of a driveway. His eyes scanned the house as his watch beeped on the new hour. He wondered if he should just leave, his presence there entirely unwanted. He shook his head in defiance.

He would never be able to let this go.

He reached for the doorknob then, flicking the cherry of his smoke out onto the street before stepping out of the car. He shut the door, walked around the car and headed towards the porch. His pace was fast and his expression made it clear he was a man on a mission.

A woman hurriedly came out of the house, shutting the door behind her before immediately confronting him.

"Jason, you can't."

"I sure as hell can and you can't force me to leave." He was standing at the top of the stairs just enough to be out of the rain. She stood close to the front door, facing him with pleading eyes.

"He doesn't want to see you. He's made that clear… you're just going to make this worse."

His look of determination began to slip but not by much. "I have to see him, Kim."

She took a few steps closer to him. "I've seen you, you know." She began, lowering her voice. "I've seen you from the living room window… every day, same time." She paused, noting he was on the verge of losing it. "This isn't healthy, Jason. You need to give this some time. You've got a baby due any minute now and a wife that needs you by her side, you should be at home!"

"Some time?" He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "It's been three months, Kim…. three months!" His tone was steadily rising. "I'm going in… you can't stop me." As he finished he bumped shoulders with her.

"Jason!" She called after him. "Stop!" She ordered again as he walked into the house. He made his way down the hall, immediately opening the bedroom door without hesitation. Kim still followed him but stopped pleading the moment he walked into Tommy's room.

"Tommy?" He called out. He was very worked up at this point and it was evident in his tone.

Tommy was lying on his side in bed. He was halfway under the covers with his back to Jason as his eyes watched the rain fall outside.

"Hey." He said with attitude as he walked around to see Tommy was awake. "You going to answer me?"

Tommy didn't acknowledge him at all. "Fine." Jason began after a moment. "If you aren't going to to talk to me, you can just listen then." He could see Kim in his peripheral, she was upset but he didn't care at this point. "You can't lay in this bed forever, Tommy… you've got to stop this, bro… you need to pull yourself together."

Tommy didn't even flinch despite Jason's harsh tone, it was as if Jason wasn't there. He noted then that it had been a week or two since Tommy had shaved and his hair was almost at shoulder length again.

"You can't treat me like this forever…. You're going to have to talk to me at some point." He paused as he shook his head in disbelief, his best friend of over two decades continuing to blatantly ignore him. "Tommy…. I'm beggin' you." Jason began again as he clasped his hands together. He was beginning to look like he'd lost the battle he had been determined to win. "I'm your best friend, your brother… I'm…" He paused again, looking down at the floor. "I'm so sorry… for everything. Please… you've got to accept that."

"Jason." Kim addressed in just above a whisper. "We should go."

Jason heard her words but continued to look at Tommy with a pleading expression. Tommy hadn't spoken to him since he'd woken from a coma three months before, since Jason had dumped revelations onto him that had broken him in more ways than one.

He scoffed, shaking his head as he quickly left the room in disappointment. Kimberly followed him out, shutting Tommy's door behind her. The two of them made it out to the porch just as Jason pulled his pack of smokes out of his pocket and lit one up.

"I told you." Kim said as she crossed her arms to keep warm. "He doesn't even talk to me, Jase… if it weren't for his insurance no longer covering for a nurse, he probably wouldn't have ever agreed to have me here."

"So what?" Jason began as he exhaled and placed his free hand in his jean pocket. "You mean to tell me that you two haven't spoken about anything that's happened? Not one thing?"

"No!" She told him sternly. "He'll thank me every once in awhile but that's about it. I'm honestly beginning to wonder just how much longer I can do this for. I've been cooking and cleaning, scheduling his doctor appointments, his physical therapy. I've been waiting on him hand and foot and he's barely said a word to me." Jason looked away from her at that point as she caught her breath.

"I don't know what he wants…" She continued. "I don't even know if he's really getting any better."

Jason continued to look out into the front yard, the rain still coming down as hard as ever. He exhaled, another cloud of smoke disappearing into the brisk air. "We don't know him anymore." He finally concluded.

Kim was looking at him now with pure sympathy. He sat down on the first step then as she looked back at the door. "I made a pot of coffee not too long ago. I'll go grab you a cup." He didn't respond, hearing her go inside as he continued to watch the rain fall. He usually loved it when rain decided to hit the drylands of southern California but in this moment he felt like the rain was only adding to his downcast mood. He heard the front door open and close again behind him.

"Thanks Kim." He spoke as he looked up at the person behind him.

He stood immediately, completely taken aback. He was entirely speechless as Tommy stood before him, his cane in hand supporting his right side.

"You smoke now?" Tommy asked with a look of sheer disappointment. Jason looked down at the cigarette in his hand. "How long?"

Jason's eyes remained on his smoke. "Since the reunion." He finally replied, looking back up at Tommy.

"That's a long time." Tommy added. "You should stop before it kills you."

"Would you even care at this point if it did?" Jason sharply replied.

Tommy's stone cold expression remained, only now he was beginning to scowl. The front door opened then, a startled Kim now in their presence.

"Tommy?" She began as she set the two coffee mugs in hand down on the table just outside the door. "What are you doing out here? Do you want me to grab you a coat?" He was wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and no shoes.

"No." He replied, not looking at either of them as he slowly took a couple of steps forward toward the porch railing. "Just coming out for some fresh air... won't be long."

"Looks like you're making some progress in PT." Jason told him. Tommy didn't reply and instead turned around to ask if Kim would leave them alone for a little while.

"Sure." She replied, glancing over at Jason before reluctantly going back inside.

"So…" Jason started after a moment of silence. "You've finally decided to talk to me."

"I can smell the alcohol on you from a mile away." Tommy replied. "What the hell happened to you?"

Jason scoffed, shaking his head as he flicked the cherry out of his cigarette. "Nothing." He replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Nothing… yeah, sure." Tommy began again. "You've become a chain smoking alcoholic… a real winner."

"Hey, you've got no right to judge me, Tommy." He replied, pointing his finger in Tommy's direction. "A lot has happened to me… a lot you don't know about, or even cared to know about. I should be the one judgin' you… you get a second chance and you've been burying your sad, sappy self underneath your covers for months!"

Tommy's demeanor instantly became aggressive. "I get to be however the hell I want to be!" Tommy's tone began to rise as he shook his head. "You haven't lost what I have!"

"How can you say that?" Jason threw right back. "I don't know what would have been better honestly… to have been in a coma all these years or having to be here, present for all of this bullshit! Just wait until you go back out into the real world, you're gonna hate it!"

Tommy continued to scowl, his anger still very much present. Jason's expression matched his as he considered what he was about to say. "I lost too, Tommy…" He slowly began in a despairing tone. "I lost myself… I lost her…. and I lost you."

Tommy didn't respond, his expression becoming much softer and solemn. He looked away from Jason, his pained eyes landing on the large palm that sat in his front yard. He walked to the steps, very carefully making his way down them.

"Hey... Tommy!" Jason called out to him. "Where are you goin'?"

Tommy didn't respond as he struggled to take a few more steps into his yard with the support of his cane.

Kimberly came out of the house then, having seen Tommy from the living room window. She looked over at Jason as the two exchanged looks of subtle concern.

They watched in silence as Tommy dropped his cane onto the grass then and extended his arms out from his sides. With his palms facing the sky, he lifted his head and let the rain fall onto his skin for the first time in four years.