Disclaimer: Yeah, they aren't mine, sorry...

A/N: When I wrote Men in Black, I also wrote Teenage Secrets. It's posted here if you want to reference it. It's about how the Astros told their families.

Ashley opened the door to her room with a faint shiver, it had been a while since she’d come home and now, she was home only to leave. The door swung open easily and Ashley released her breath with a tiny exclamation. The room was the same cheery yellow and white room that had been hers since her mother’s redecorating frenzy when she was ten. For the most part, the room was, in fact, emptied, for Ashley had slowly moved things to Megaship during the war after her parents’ reaction to her being a Power Ranger.

Given that she had slipped in here when only her younger brothers were home, she figured that they would only have more fuel to their fire even now. Ashley pushed her door closed and set her bag on her bed, opening it and turning to the dresser. She opened each drawer and checked it for valuable items that she’d forgotten. A selection of random items: a favorite yellow shirt, letters, a silver charm bracelet her grandmother had given her, was quickly put on the bed to await other items.

As she pushed closed the final drawer, she dropped the green crystal that she’d tucked away after one of the monster attacks. It bounced and rolled under her dresser. “Naturally,” Ashley muttered, trying to reach the stone. Finally, she had to resort to lying down to put her whole arm under the dresser. Her hand ghosted over hardwood floor and finally found the rock. “Finally,” she muttered as she curled her hand over it. Her hand brushed over something else and Ashley froze for a moment before flexing her fingers and pulling out the gem and the other item.

It was dusty, and still battered, but the familiar, yellow tinted device made Ashley froze. It was her yellow turbo morpher, dropped here, perhaps, in the hurry to pack after becoming an Astro Ranger. Holding, Ashley sat up and leaned back against her dresser, reminded of the first time she’d held it.

Ashley loved the park, even with all the monster attacks; it was a source of comfort for her even when the rest of the world ran mad. She walked along the paths heading home after cheerleader practice with a feeling of joy that she’d been experiencing for most of the past two weeks, ever since she’d accepted the morpher. “Hey, Ashley, wait up!”

Ashley turned and found the former Turbo Ranger, Tanya, running towards her, “Hey Tanya,” she called with a wave.

“I’m glad I found you,” Tanya said, “can we talk?”

“I have to get home,” Ashley said, “I’m on baby sitting duty.”

“We can walk and talk,” Tanya replied. “It’s pretty important.”

“I’m all ears,” Ashley replied.

“Great,” Tanya said. The two girls started walking. Tanya stared at the sidewalk for a long moment before she actually spoke up. “Dimetria isn’t perfect, Ashley.”

“Ok,” Ashley replied, wondering what Tanya meant.

“Oh, I don’t mean anything bad, Ashley.” Tanya said in a conciliatory tone of voice, “It’s just, she’ll act that way, as if she’s always right. Zordon was the same way. Zordon, well, if it wasn’t for everything else that kept happening with them, I think he’d have spotted the problem faster.”

“What problem?” Ashley asked.

“With my predecessor, Aisha.” Tanya replied. “See, the first yellow was Trini, and if she wasn’t a perfect yellow, well, I don’t know who would be. She’s an insanely talented mind healer, and will probably be a shrink when she graduates college. Aisha wasn’t. I believe that if Zordon had seen it, Aisha would have been one hell of a body healer. She loves animals and the physical aspects of healing come to her easily. Zordon didn’t see it, and Aisha floundered. It’s why she left during the Zeo Quest and sent me with her crystal. I am a spirit healer, and I was taught from a young age. Being Yellow, it means that you have a healer’s nature, but that doesn’t mean you are automatically one kind of healer. You have to find your own natural talents. If Dimetria tries to force you, and believe you me, she will. She tried to make me conform to being a physical healer, which is a laugh; I can’t handle blood, much less other bodily fluids.”

“How do I know what to do?” Ashley asked.

“Your heart already knows, or you wouldn’t have been able to use the Power. All you have to do is find the right way to display that talent. It lives in you as it does in all things, and it will respond when you ask it to. The three common types of Healing are Body Healing, which is the ability to heal illness and injury either through your mind or while using physical techniques. There’s Mind Healing, which is a lot like being a psychiatrist, or listening to your teammates and offering them advice and guidance via your own words, regardless of source. And finally, there’s spiritual, which is a lot like mind, except it’s the understanding and ability that suites more of the emotional problems, and spirit healers are really good at healing the damage of long standing fears and issues.”

“How can I know?” Ashley asked.

“When Dimetria asks, go ahead and learn to use the infirmary gear, it might be where you’ll do best. And in the meantime, talk to your teammates. They need to talk to you too. Try anything that seems right, and in the end, you’ll know what’s best for you. Only you can tell yourself that. Don’t be afraid of your team either. Trini has this question, answering it is sort of our rite of passage. It’s Who Heals the Healer? Thing is, this is an open-ended question, there is no wrong answer. I suggest you think about it and let what you experience give you the answer.”

“Ok,” Ashley said, “I’ll trust you on this.”

“Of course,” Tanya said as they turned down Ashley’s street, “after all, I am a Veteran.”

Ashley laughed at Tanya’s supercilious smirk as a green car appeared beside them. “You ready, Tanya?” A semi-familiar Asian boy asked.

“Sure thing, Adam,” Tanya agreed with a laugh. “Bye Ashley. If you have any questions, I’m still in town, don’t be afraid to let me know.”

“Ok,” Ashley replied, before turning and heading towards her home. She had a lot to think about.