Prologue

He watched as she eagerly ran over to the swing set. He hadn't been there in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time he swung high in the air, touching the clouds, feeling the wind pass through his hair, feeling weightless. He stood by as she started in a standing position, leaning against the seat.

"It's the best way to start," she explained, noticing his look. "Instead of pumping your legs in the normal start position. All you do is…" she ran forward and at the arc of the swing jumped back and landed on the plastic seat, easily gliding backwards, before leaning back and sticking her legs out, gaining more momentum. The smile on her face rivaled the intensity of the sun and that brought a smile to his face.

"Why do you like the swings so much?" he asked, leaning against one of the metals poles that held the structure in place.

"I'm free," she stated simply. "You don't have to put much energy or thought into it. You just get on…and go."

The smile never left his face as he watched her swing back and forth. The creaking of the chains broke the otherwise still and peaceful afternoon. He sat down on the ground and pulled blades of grass out of the ground, sighing every now and then.

The sound of shifting dirt grabbed his attention. He looked up to see that she had dug her heels into the ground, staring hard at him; her crystal blue eyes were hard. "What?"He asked, his ocean blue eyes shifting a bit as he licked his lips.

"What're you hiding from me?" She demanded.

He forced a laugh. "Hiding? I'm not hiding anything from you."

She pulled a face and he could tell that she wasn't buying it. "C'mon, Pebbles. There something on that hard-as-a-rock mind of yours so don't even try to tell me that nothing's bothering you." He didn't say anything, just looked down at the blades of grass that was in his hands.

Grumbling under her breath she jumped off of the swing and walked over to where he was, standing over him, hands on her hips, casting a shadow on him. "Pebbles," she said softly this time.

He looked up and saw tears welling in the corners of her eyes. He brushed dirt off of his knees, stood, and pulled her into a hug. She buried her face into his chest and he pressed his nose against her vanilla-scented hair.

"Don't cry, Bammers," he muttered.

"Something's going on that you're not telling me!" She replied, pushing him away and punching him on the arm. He cried out in pain and grabbed the red area as she smiled a bit. "You don't call me Bammers for nothin', DeSantos. Now out with it. What aren't you telling me? Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted you to have fun," he replied rubbing his arm.

"We don't even come back here unless you want to give me bad news," she replied. "There was the time when you told me you'd be at Karate Kamp all summer. The time when you told me your dad was in the hospital. Oh, and the time when you told me I couldn't go with you on your family vacation because your mom hates me."

"Hated you," he quickly interrupted. "She loves you now. She says you're like the daughter she's never had." He smiled, hoping it would get her to smile too but the stony look on her face never budged. "Ok, Bammers, look," he sighed. "You know how my dad's been having trouble finding a job?"

Her mouth fell open. "Oh no. You guys aren't, well, poor are you?"

"No, that's not it." He shook his head. "He actually got a job. A good paying job. A very good paying job."

"But…?" she prompted.

"But…it's not here…in Emerald Cove. It's…it's in Stone Canyon, California."

She blinked and backed away from him. "C-California?" Her voice was shaky. "T-That's across the country, Pebbles."

"I know, Bammers, I know. But it's a very good opportunity for my dad. He really wants this; he wants to be able to provide for us like he did before." He hung his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. "And…I kinda wanna go too," he added sheepishly.

"What?" She whispered. "Pebbles, no!"

"There's nothing for me to do here," he said as he lifted his head, locking eyes with her. "Not when I grow up. I don't want to be a surfer like the others. I want to be a karate instructor or something. I want to teach people, change their lives, and I can't do it here."

"What about…me?" she asked then shook her head. "What about us? Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm? What'll happen?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "I'll write every day, I promise. I want to know how you're doing. No matter what happens we'll always be best friends, ok?"She nodded and he moved to give her a hug but she pulled out of his grasp. "Bammers-" She slowly shook her head, backing away from him, finally turning and running away from him. "Bammers!" He called after her but she didn't stop running.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, brushing the single tear that rolled down his cheek in the process.

A/N: I've been a Power Rangers fan since I was very young. I still watch the movies and I still watch the show. However, I really dislike the neweer versions and I will always be a Might Morphin' fan. After watching the first movie a few times I got inspiration and this story came out of it. It's my first power rangers story ever and I hope you all like it. Please read and review.