Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers, Saban does.

By Crystal Maiden

Cassie Chan sat down on her daybed and pulled the covers up over her as she leaned her back against the wall. It had been two days since all the evil in the universe had been destroyed, and the people of Earth found out the Astro Rangers' true identities.

The publicity they were getting was over-whelming. She had countless interviews with hundreds of reporters. Local reporters, national reporters, global reporters, even a reporter from KO-35 came to interview her and the others about how they re-established KO-35.

There were so many reporters at her house, day and night, that her family had to put dark curtains over all the windows so people couldn't see in.

At that thought she looked up at the dark blackish gray curtains that hung heavily over the pink rangers window. She sighed in sadness and continued to look helplessly at the curtains. The color reminded her of the Phantom Ranger's armor. It wasn't just the color that reminded her of him, lately she had been finding something in everything that seemed to remind her of the mysterious un-earthly Ranger.

It was a habit she could not break. No matter what she went through in life, no matter how much she tried to deny it, she would always, always love him. And the hardest part about it all, was that she really didn't know him at all.

Where was he from? What was his name? What does he really look like? Those questions and a hundred others raced through her mind twenty four hours a day. She would give anything to see him or to hear from him. But she had heard nothing. Nothing in the past three months since she had seen the message he had left for her on Hercuron.

"This is insane." She muttered and picked up a newspaper. "Let's see how long I can go without thinking of Phantom." She looked at the clock, then started reading over the newspaper.

She looked the paper over and opened it. The Angel Grove Citizen had made a Power Ranger time line of important events. She read through it and a little past the middle mark it read 'Phantom Ranger first appears in Angel Grove'.

She glanced at the clock. She hadn't even made it a minute yet. She threw the paper down in disgust and put her hands over her face. Everything reminded her of him.

Was this a sign that she should be with him? Was this the universe's way of telling her they belonged together? Or was this some cruel trick of the god's, torturing her for wanting something she could never have?

She heard a scuffling sound but didn't remove her hands from her face. She didn't want to open her eyes and realize that she was alone in the world still. It seemed everyone had a soulmate. Ashley had Andros now. Zhane had Karone. Carlos was dating someone. TJ was out on a date right then and even Alpha, their robot, had hooked up with one of NASADA's newest girl robot protocols. She was all by herself.

She suddenly felt herself washed over with a feeling of emotions. Deep, heart-wrenching pain, loneliness, doubt, confusion, fear . . . and a feeling of undying love. She had no idea where these strong emotions were coming from. She jumped out of her bed and stood up, breathing heavily. Her hands were no longer covering her face now and she nearly gasped and fell over at the sight of a man, who looked around her age, standing a few feet away from her.

"Can I . . . Can I . . . h--help you?" Cassie stuttered, not really knowing what to say. She somehow just . . . knew who he was though. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt that showed off the muscles in his arm wonderfully and black jeans. He had short, spiked black hair, glittering hazel eyes, and a perfect tan. He looked . . . gorgeous.

She felt something inside her tell her the emotions she was feeling . . . were his, but she couldn't bring herself to believe it. It was impossible for her to feel someone else's emotions. It defied human logic. Unless of course, he wasn't . . . human.

He stepped towards her, his face had a pained expression on it, "Are you alright?"

Those three words made her heart stop beating. For when he said those words she knew right then who he was. She had heard that voice few times in her life, but those few times replayed in her mind and she had memorized it like the palm of her hand.

"Phantom?" As she said his name she could hardly believe it. Was this really true? Or had she fallen asleep on her bed and now this is what she was dreaming?

He reached his hand up and she held her breath, ready to wake up from her dream. As soon as his hand would touch her face she would wake up and be alone again.

But to her utter amazement, his hand touched her cheek and her eyes widened. It really was him. He was here, the man that she cherrished and loved more than anything in the entire world.

The thought made her heart start racing. Her mind kept telling her to ask all the questions. To find out who he really was, to demand him to tell her why he hadn't contacted her. But her heart told her to ignore her mind and enjoy the company of the man she loves. And at this particular moment, her heart's offer sounded like a lot better deal.

She looked into his eyes, and she could feel his emotions pounding against her like tidal waves. She felt his deep sorrow for not contacting her, she could feel the pain he felt every second of every day that he was away from her.

He took his hand away from her face and looked into her eyes, "I know you must have a thousand questions --" He started, but she put her index finger over his lips.

"For the past year I've wondered about those questions. Ever since I first saw you I've had them. But right now all I want to do is focus on the time we have now. You're here now, and that's all that matters." Cassie told him and as she removed her finger from his lips, he kissed it.

He stepped towards her so they were only inches apart and kept his eyes locked with hers. He reached his hand back up to her face and gently traced the curves of her upper lip with his finger. Then he brushed his thumb across her lower lip. He continued to explore her face with his hands. He ran his fingers over her chin and around the dimple in her cheek. He traced the line of her nose and the arc of each of her eyebrows. His touch was so light, like a warm feather caressing her. And his eyes . . . his eyes followed the movement of his hands. He studied every detail of her face, almost as if he were trying to memorize it.

Cassie finally couldn't stand it. She had to touch him, too. She stepped a little closer to him so their faces were now touching. She lowered her head and brushed his cheek with her own. The rough stubble against her smooth skin made her shiver. She continued using her face to explore his. Cassie moved her head a little to graze Phantom's lips with hers. Light and fast. Then she smoothed her chin across his.

She heard him take a ragged breath and he wove his hands through the back of her hair. He pulled her mouth back to his. He ran his tongue across her lips, urging them apart.

There wasn't anything gentle about this kiss. It was hot and desperate, as if neither of them couldn't stand to wait another second.

It ended far to quickly, but it nonetheless left both of them breathless. She tried to catch her breath, as did he, but their eyes never left each other.

Cassie smiled and felt her self begin to get warm. She was no longer alone. And that was the best feeling she had ever felt in her life.