Author's Note: Whether this works or not, I apologise for any confusion and I would like to state that this is, in fact, a Power Ranger story. Due to fanfiction's current issues, I decided to post this into a working sectionin hopes of switching it into the Power Ranger section (advice from the forums). If this doesn't work, I apologise and promise to fix the issue as soon as Fanfiction fixes the irritation that is "Error 2".

Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Samurai or any of the characters from the series. They are property of Saban.

Emily rubbed her wrist and whimpered in pain as she tried to make her way from the bedroom to the bathroom in the dark. After Jayden got Kevin to resist the Nighlok's power she had taken her bandage off, thinking her wrist would be okay. She was used to a little bit of pain given her clumsy childhood, but the soothing bag of peas had thawed during the night and she was left with no other option but to bandage it up again.

To get to the bathroom, she needed to walk through the common room. No trouble there. The big table was surrounded by the large, plush stools that the Rangers had each claimed when they arrived at the Samurai base. She could keep her eyes on the goal: the bathroom door. After all, there was no way she could bump into the table and hurt herself while the stools were surrounding it.

Yet, somehow, she did.

"Ow…" she whined as she tried to feel around for the end of the table to find her way. Of course, she would be the one to find the one hole and run right into the table.

"Sorry."

She frowned and looked down at where the table was. It was dark, but she could see the outline of the table. She pressed her hand against the top and shot the table a curious look.

"Um… it's my fault?"

"No, I moved the chair."

Again, Emily frowned, "You did?"

"Yeah, I needed to think."

Emily stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked at the table.

"Okay, something's not right. Why do you sound a lot like Kevin?"

"Because I am Kevin."

Emily furrowed her brow and turned away from the table. While it was dark in the room, she could identify the many objects that made up the décor: the chairs, the tables, the pictures and posters on the wall. Finally, she found the source of the voice. It wasn't the table. It was Kevin.

She let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I thought it was the table talking."

For the moment, she forgot about her wrist. She grabbed onto her large stool and pushed it over so it was closer to Kevin. She jumped on top just as it stopped sliding and laid stomach down. Her head, supported by her hands, looked up at Kevin.

"Why are you thinking this late at night?" she asked him.

Kevin shrugged, "I couldn't sleep. I can't help thinking about how I turned on you guys today. How I hurt you and couldn't stop myself."

Emily quickly glanced at her wrist. It still hurt but she wasn't going to bring it up. She titled her head to the other side slightly, relieving the pressure on that wrist.

"I thought Jayden talked to you about that."

"He did," Kevin nodded, "But I still feel bad."

"Would it help if I told you we don't blame you?" Emily smiled. Kevin shrugged his shoulders, at which Emily's smile faded. She had to help him feel better so he could get some sleep. She pushed herself up so she was sitting up straight. She placed her hands in her lap and smiled again.

"Well, we don't," she told him. "We know you would never turn on us like that. The whole time we were just worried about you. Anyways, that Nighlok could have easily hit anyone of us. We were all grouped together. Jayden told us to duck, and Mike was the only one who didn't. You saved him."

Emily then started to chuckle, "You know, maybe if the Nighlok did hit Mike, we wouldn't have had such a big problem. Mike's a great samurai, but you're obviously closest to Jayden's level. That's why it took so long for the spell to break."

Kevin smiled. That did help him feel a little better. The Nighlok hadn't chosen him specifically to be under his spell. Anyone could have been hit; anyone could have fallen prey to the spell. It was only his heroic action that landed him on the dark side, against his friends.

He looked at Emily and thanked her with a smile before a thought occurred to him.

"What are you doing up this late?"

Emily looked around the room quickly, hoping to find her answer without hurting Kevin's feelings.

"Uh, my peas melted…"

He looked at her wrist and remembered that when he stuck her in battle, she had fallen and landed on it awkwardly. He started to feel bad again, but Emily quickly picked up on it.

"I think I just slept on it funny and hurt myself again," she told him quickly and hoped that would pull the blame away from him. She knew just how tough a critic your own self could be, and she didn't want to put Kevin through that needlessly. "Anyways, I was just going to see if there were any more bandages left. I don't like sleeping when my wrist can't move, but it will help with the pain."

Kevin got up from his stool and walked to the bathroom. Emily's eyes followed him as he came back out with a roll of bandage. She held her wrist up and he started wrapping it up.

"Thanks," she whispered when he finished. Kevin nodded.

"It's the least I can do."

Emily pouted. He was stubborn with this self-blaming thing.

"For the last time, Kevin, it's not your fault. We don't blame you. In fact, Mike's blaming himself. If he had ducked, no one would have been hit."

"I heard my name," Mike's voice rang as the green Ranger stepped into the room. He didn't notice Kevin and Emily had moved the stools and ran right onto Kevin's. While the cushion took most of the hit, Mike did manage to slam his foot into the wooden frame supporting the cushion. He groaned in pain and Emily turned to Kevin.

"The bruise on my shin and Mike's foot… that's your fault, no doubt."

Kevin chuckled, "I guess I can accept responsibility."

Mike rubbed his toe as he stole Kevin's seat, "What are you talking about?"

"Kevin's blaming himself for today," she explained. "He feels bad for turning against us, even though Jayden and I have now talked to him."

"Don't worry about it, Kev," Mike smiled. "It could have happened to anyone. It almost happened to me! It would have happened to me if you didn't push me out of the way."

"That's what I told him," Emily chuckled. "Mike's the one who screwed up, not you."

Mike teasingly gasped in shock and shot Emily a mock-hurt look. Emily looked back at him and stuck her tongue out. She knew she was right, and she knew that Mike knew she was right.

Mike shoved the yellow Ranger playfully before turning back to Kevin, "Hey, Kev, don't feel bad about what happened. The important thing is that you don't willingly turn against us, you know. Like if Jayden used that resist symbol and you still chose the Nighloks over us. Then you would have been a douche."

"Mike!" Emily gasped but Kevin nodded his head.

"I see your point. Thanks, Mike."

"No problem," Mike smirked.

Kevin got up, feeling much better after his talk with Mike and Emily. Jayden's words to him had helped earlier. After his talk with the Red Ranger, he didn't feel like he had gone against the way of the Samurai. After all, both he and Jayden had fought each other, and it took two to tango.

But what bothered Kevin was how he had hurt his friends. He could never imagine doing anything to cause them harm. He would never betray Jayden or do anything to intentionally hurt Mike or Emily. And he would certainly never want to turn his back to Mia.

But he had done all those things to them. The only way he could feel better was if he knew that they weren't holding anything against him. It sounded weak, but his team meant a lot to him, their opinion of him was a big deal. He wanted them to know that he could be trusted. After talking with Mike and Emily, he knew that they didn't hold any resentment against them.

He now knew that if he wanted to feel 100% again, he would have to talk to Mia. But that could wait until morning. She was probably still sleeping, and he didn't want to disturb her.

While Kevin returned to his bed, Emily turned to Mike.

"Why are you up?" she asked him curiously. Mike shrugged his shoulders.

"Every few nights I wake up at this time," he told her. "My parents used to hate it when I would waste time playing video games. Whenever they saw me, I would get a lecture about how I could be doing much better things… like going to school, studying or training. So, after they fell asleep, I would always sneak out of my room and play until they woke up. I guess being here hasn't broken that habit yet."

"I guess not," Emily chuckled. "So, did you really drop out of school?"

"Wasn't my thing," Mike nodded. "I just didn't like being there. My friends were bummed I missed graduation, though."

"School's important though," Emily told him. "What if you need something to fall back on?"

"Hey, you shouldn't exactly be preaching to me about school," Mike smirked, "I don't see any homeschooling going on for you. Unless you hide all your textbooks upstairs, you're a drop out too."

"I plan on going back," Emily smiled, "You know, if we ever beat the Nighloks and Master Xandered."

"When," Mike corrected her confidently. Emily frowned thinking his statement was a question.

"Um, after we beat the Nighloks."

"No, no, you said if," Mike explained. "We are going to win this… it might take a while, but I think we stand a pretty good chance."

"Right," Emily nodded. Using the stool, she pushed herself back up to her feet with the intention of going back to bed. Sadly, though, she found she was no longer tired like when she had come downstairs. Her talk to Kevin and Mike had woken her up, and it was going to be a while before she felt sleepy again.

Now she didn't know what to do. She could try going back to bed, but staring up at the ceiling wasn't exactly her idea of fun and yet, it wasn't boring enough to put her to sleep. But there was nothing to do here. Not in the dark. Here it would be boring enough to fall asleep, but she would rather sleep in her own bed.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

"Hey, if you aren't tired we could do that rematch you promised me," Mike suggested when he noticed she was hesitantly to leave. Emily looked at him.

"A rematch?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Our game with the others earlier. Remember, I rolled the die and shot them off the table. You offered to pick them up but forgot what I had rolled."

"And you had to roll again and you were sent back to start," Emily finished for him and chuckled, "Again."

"Yeah… I don't have much luck in that game," Mike nodded. "But at least if I beat you, I can get my revenge."

Emily walked over to the table, careful not to bump into it this time. She pulled the game box out from underneath, opened the lid, and dumped the game board onto the table.

"Alright, but you can't cry when I beat you," Emily teased. "Mia's a bit of a light sleeper and if she's up early we all know what she's going to do to pass the time."

Mike's face twisted in disgust as he thought of Mia waking up early to make breakfast. He appreciated her going to all that trouble to cook for him and the others, he just wished she would follow the recipes and realise that there was a timer on the oven for a reason.

"Let's make this interesting," he smirked as Emily set up the game board and the cards. She turned to him with a suspicious look.

"Uh-oh."

"Loser has to eat whatever Mia cooks," he grinned. "And, they have to finish it."

"I don't like this bet," Emily shook her head. "There's a reason I'm never around when Mia's in the kitchen. I don't like lying to her!"

"You have to accept the bet, Em," Mike said. He held out his hand, "Come on. It's not like anything she makes can really kill you."

Emily bit her lip, "You better hope I win, then. I don't know if I'll be able to tell her that her food is good without it being obvious that I'm lying."

"Find a way, squirt," Mike said. He picked up the dice and rolled them, "Eleven! Sweet!"