Disclaimer:If I owned the Power Rangers, Amber would most likely be a character at this point, not to mention it would probably be a lot darker and would have more shirtless scenes mixed with homosexual romance. *Shrugs* I blame Inbonekoen, Dingo, Starhawk, and The Girl in the Red Jacket for introducing me to the various forms of PR slash. I'm now addicted.

In the process of writing the epic life-eating-bastard-fic I've been trying to write for roughly two years now, I started to come up with family backgrounds for the Rangers in my universe. Somehow I came the the conclusion that I wanted 'Golden Boy' Jason to have a harder family life then he seemed to. Amber Lee Scott was born from that train of thought, and I'm finding I'm quite attached to her.

I started wondering while working on the epic life-eating-bastard-fic why Jason left for the Peace Conference in the first place, after reading a lovely fic about his reasons for going, and several more about his reasons for coming back. I decided that my universe needed one of those, and thus this fic was born.

This is fairly self explainatory; Jason is about 15-16, and lives with his 19 year old sister. Their parents died several years ago, and after a few trials and tribulations, Amber became Jason's guardian. Obviously, having your older sister as your caretaker is not without problems. This is in tribute to the loving, psychotically protective big sister Amber has become, and the strange relationship she has with Jason. I'm still trying to figure out which of my muses is responsible for this; I suspect Chibiko, but since she usually sticks to anime fandom I could be wrong. Either way, enjoy! ^_^



Anything For You

Chapter 1:Argument

Jason stared down at the application he'd been handed. He'd tried to protest, saying he wasn't interested, but the woman hadn't heard him. As he read it, he found it was filled with questions he could answer easily. It wouldn't really be so bad to live overseas, promoting peace, would it?

He shook his head emphatically, trying to chase the thoughts from his head. No way. He couldn't just leave the Rangers like that. They needed him, and he loved his friends too much to leave them. Besides, he couldn't leave Amber all alone...could he?

He shook his head again, holding the application out to put it in the trash. But something stopped him, and he found himself shoving it into his binder as he hurried to his locker. It wasn't like he was seriously considering it, though. Never.

****

He knew even before he opened the door he was going to hear The Rant. There was no avoiding it this time. He had come straight home after school to take his turn cleaning the house, but had gotten a call on his communicator. The battle had lasted longer than he'd liked, and required a trip to the Command Center for the whole team to be patched up afterwards. It was nearly 9:00 now. He knew she was furious.

Sure enough, she was waiting for him, arms crossed over her chest as she stared. He tried not to fidget. Amber was incredibly intimidating when she was angry, despite the fact that she was shorter. Her dark eyes bored into his. "I'm home." he said hesitantly, knowing keeping silent would only drag this out. Amber was the type to wait until he said something, then explode at him. Sure enough, explode she did. She was getting predictable that way.

"I don't believe you! I came home three and a half hours ago! The house is a still a complete disaster, there's no sign of you, and you didn't leave so much as note to let me know where you'd gone!"

He held back a wince. He *knew* he'd forgotten something.

"I thought I could count on you to be more responsible than this, Jason! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! There was a monster alarm, and I find out you weren't even where you were supposed to be so I'd know you were safe! And don't even try to tell me you were stuck in a shelter; everyone was let loose an hour ago, and you didn't even bother to so much as *call* me. You weren't even supposed to be gone in the first place! You *promised* me you'd clean the house today Jason! You *promised*! Now I have to stay up tonight to clean!"

"I'll clean it up." he offered, guilt washing over him. Amber had to work tomorrow; she couldn't afford to loose sleep cleaning.

"You have school in the morning." she snapped. "I want you to finish your homework before bed. I'm sure you haven't gotten to it yet."

"I can do both." he protested.

"No." she snapped, running a hand through her shoulder length brown hair in frustration. "God, Jason. Ms. Larren is coming tomorrow. I really needed you to clean the house today."

His heart sank. Ms. Larren was the social worker monitoring their case. She was an older woman with a suspicious nature, obscenely strict rules, and not a forgiving bone in her body. As far as he was concerned, he'd rather face Lord Zedd one on one again. Zedd was nicer.

"Do you want to be taken to a foster home? Is that it?"

He stared at her. "What?"

"Do you want to leave, Jason?" she demanded. "Can you really not stand a little responbility? I don't ask you for that much; just keep up your grades, stay out of trouble, and help around the house a little. I even let you practice karate and hang out with those friends of yours that are always getting you hurt. Is that too much to ask of you?"

His temper flared, and he found himself responding without thinking. "How would you know what responsibilities I have when you're never around? I do everything you ask. Something came up and I had to leave before I got the house cleaned, alright? And my friends do not get me hurt! They're the best friends I have!" He knew something was going to be said that he didn't mean, but he couldn't stop himself once he'd started. "They spend more time looking out for me than you do!"

They both froze in shock, staring at one another. He regreted it the moment he'd said it, but it was too late to take it back. Her silence was scaring him. When she finally looked up, he flinched at the pained look in her eyes. "Amber-"

"Go to your room, Jason."

"Amber, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Go, Jason."

He cringed, slowly heading toward his room. He paused in the doorway, looking back to see Amber sitting at the dining table, resting her chin on folded hands as she stared off into space. Tears welled in his eyes and he brushed them away almost angrily. So things had been hard on her since Mom and Dad died. They were hard on him, too.

He ignored the voice in his head that whispered he should have given her a break. It wasn't like she was listening to his appology, anyway. He slammed his door closed, shoving down another flash of guilt. As he grabbed his backpack to start his homework, the application to the peace conference fell out.

He paused, staring at it. His eyes narrowed and he quickly grabbed a pen. If he was too much trouble, he'd get out of her way. Maybe then she'd be happy.

****

"I've been what?" Jason stared blankly at Kimberly.

She giggled. "You, Zack, and Trini were chosen to represent the U.S. in the world peace conference, silly!"

He shook his head slowly, panic setting in. "I-I can't leave! What about the Rangers?"

"A suitable person may be found to take your position as the Red Ranger, Jason." Zordon announced. "There is no need to turn down such a wonderful opportunity."

"But..." He looked around, unsure of what exactly to say. "I didn't really...I didn't think I'd actually get picked." he tried. "I don't want to leave you guys. I mean...."

Trini laid a hand on his arm with a gentle smile, seeing his hesitation for what it was. "The Rangers will keep going, Jason. And Zack and I will be with you. You can tell Amber that you won't be alone."

He nodded reluctantly. {Man... What the heck am I gonna tell Amber?} he wondered.