Cat: Hey all! This is a little addition. There is no humor. If you like a happy ending DO NOT READ! However, some of you wanted to see a little Kira/Trent and I thought it was appropriate since the show seriously supported it. However, I am pro Kira/Ethan, so there is a tiny bit of that as well. The italics are flashbacks, some to the show and one to an earlier part of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers. If I did I would sell it and buy tickets to see the Lion King on Broadway because I just saw it over the weekend and it rocks my socks.

Kira drove down the highway, noticing dully that the radio station was going in and out of focus as they neared the edge of its signal. Conner snored loudly in the back and beside her Ethan leaned forward to adjust the station.

She sighed, though neither of the boys noticed. The mind-numbing sameness of the road left Kira very little to do but think. And as they traveled there was only one topic that kept resurfacing.

"This is Kira. She doesn't talk." Ethan offered, cheerfully teasing her. "We've been trying for years, but…" Kira was completely mortified, but Trent laughed.

She blinked a few times and repositioned her hands on the wheel. She was not going there. She promised herself for the fifth time that morning. It was over. In fact, there wasn't anything ever there to be over now. Hell, he hadn't even asked her to the prom.

"You almost annihilated me!" She shouted, hot rage pouring through her.

"But once I saw that it was you…" He protested but Kira wasn't listening.

'He never liked you. He was one of those sickos that Dr. O. talks about. The ones who want to talk over the world.' She reminded herself. 'Besides, you are so not going there'. A sharp horn snapped her back to the real world and informed her loudly that she was veering out of the lane. Ethan pulled back into the seat as Kira jerked the car back into the middle of the lane. Conner snored on.

Kira gazed in horror at the Ruby Dragon card on the floor at Anton Mercer's feet. She knew exactly what it meant, and her eyes darted to Trent. The look of guilt on his face told her everything. He had known. He had known and not told her.

"Hey Kira, you getting tired? 'Cause I'll drive if you need." Ethan tried to guess at why she was zoning.

"No. No. Just, yeah. Whatever."

"Oh. Okay." She didn't process his tone of voice.

She watched the explosion from a distance, and felt hope die within her. "No! He can't be gone!" They may have been the same words she'd used for Dr. O, but with Trent it meant something different. She needed him to not be gone. She needed it badly.

'Do. Not. Go. There.' She instructed mentally yet again. She decided that she was a very bad listener as she brought her driving back into clear focus. Lane, check. Right mirror, check. Left mirror, check. Rearview mirror, check. Lane, check.

"That's it." Trent spat. "No more Mr. Nice Guy."

"Since when are you a nice guy?" Ethan shot back. It was just banter, but it cut her to the core. He was a nice guy. He was.

Kira brought her mind back to the road yet again. She was surprised to find her vision hot and blurry.

"Ethan." She said hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should drive."

Cat: R and R. And you should all know that I am writing a squeal right now and it should be up very very soon.