Wow… I honestly didn’t expect this chapter to be that long. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. At least Tommy’s having a bit of a better day now that his friends are laying off the teasing (for the moment) and the teens don’t want to kill him anymore. But what exactly is Billy hiding? What did he do? What problems are going to arise at the mall? And will the male rangers make it our alive?
But, just one more mention of the request at the beginning of the chapter. I would love to know your opinions on turning “Out of Hope” into a multi-chapter fic, detailing the mini stories that show up in Jason’s portion of the story. Anyway, pm me, or leave me a review or something.“Hey!”

“Anyway,” Trent said loudly, determined to get off the subject of his son-of-Mesogog days, “what’s good here?”

“Oh, yeah, we might wanna look at the menus,” Tommy muttered; none of them had bothered yet.

“Um… I like the steak here,” Zack told Trent.

“The fish is good, too,” Trini said.

“Where’s our waitress, anyway?” Conner asked, looking around hopefully. Their orders hadn’t even been taken yet.

Two waitresses, meanwhile, were standing at the hostess station, arguing over who would be the one to wait on the ten athletic people who looked like they’d be loud, messy and extremely needy. It didn’t help that not one of said people was over thirty, and younger people tended to tip less.She had always held a soft spot for Billy, but she’d never really been physically attracted to him as a young girl. She and Kim had giggled that he had the prettiest eyes on the face of the planet, but he was beyond challenged socially. The things that mattered most to the two girls in high school had meant nothing to him. He’d worn thick, heavy glasses, loose overalls, and was incapable of speaking anything except the techno babble of a computer wizard. She had known there was a genuinely golden person underneath, but she hadn’t been able to get past the esthetics of the surface. Besides, at that point in her life she would have been far too shy to even consider the idea. She sighed heavily, she had been young and foolish. There was no point in speculating, they were together now, and that was all that mattered to her.

The nausea overcame her again and she rolled off the bed and crawled back to the waste facility. She was nearly into her second trimester now, she should be past this. Poor Billy, she thought miserably, he was saddled with so much more than he’d bargained for. Pregnancy was far more than she’d bargained for too. Dr. Manx assured her that the worst of it would be over in a few weeks, but she wasn’t entirely positive she’d live that long.