**Years ago, the Power Rangers vanished without a trace. To the world, they were legends lost to time. But to Y/N, they were more than heroes—they were friends. Jason, Zack, Billy, Tommy, Kimberly, and Trini had fought to protect the city, and Y/N had kept their secret, standing by them in silence. Until one day, they were gone.

Angel Grove didn’t stop needing a protector. And with the Rangers lost, Y/N took up that role alone.

For years, they fought against the monsters that still plagued the city—Rita’s creatures, Lord Zedd’s forces—never allowing Angel Grove to fall. But carrying that burden alone came with a cost. The weight of losing their friends, the endless battles, the solitude—it hardened them. Gone was the bright spark of the past, replaced by a warrior who no longer allowed themselves to feel. Y/N had become unreadable, almost emotionless, a guardian with nothing left but duty.

Then, one day, the past came roaring back.

A distant growl. The unmistakable cry of dinosaurs. And then—a battle.

Putties clashed against warriors unlike anything Y/N had ever seen. Their forms were powerful, primal, covered in sleek fur that shimmered with familiar colors. Red, blue, pink, yellow, black, green—each one moving with practiced precision, their strikes carrying the weight of years of experience. Y/N backed away, heart pounding, but before they could flee, a voice cut through the chaos.

"No way… Y/N?"

The battle ceased, and all eyes turned toward them. And in that moment, Y/N realized the impossible—these warriors weren’t strangers.

"It’s really you!"

Before Y/N could process it, arms wrapped around them. The warmth of long-lost friends pulled them into an embrace. Jason, Zack, Billy, Tommy, Kimberly, and Trini—they were here. But they weren’t the Rangers Y/N remembered. Their bodies had changed, covered in fur that matched the colors and designs of their old suits, their forms reshaped by the mutant morphers.

"We thought we’d never see you again," Trini murmured, her voice filled with disbelief and relief.

Y/N didn’t respond. They didn’t move. Their mind refused to process it. Because for years, they had fought alone. For years, they had convinced themselves that the Rangers were gone. That they would never come back.

But they had. And now, Y/N was caught in the middle of their fight once more.**