Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #23: Earth, T)
S.P.D. has officially turned into Xavier's School for the Gifted, and it's *totally* not completely my fault.
phantom_blue and BlackCrimsonLight talked me into it. -Pointing wildly at them both-
On another note, BlackCrimsonLight has also given me the most evil plotbunny *EVER*. And the best part? It actually makes *sense*.
In a wierd, twisted sort of way.
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers Time Force moving into S.P.D., multiple Rangers from each season
Characters/: Wes (Time Force), multiple Rangers from other teams (Literally too many to list)
Pairings/: Post - Wes/Eric, Rocky/Adam, Shane/Dustin, Hunter/Cam, Carter/Dana, Andros/Ashley, Zhane/Karone, Carlos/Ronny, Jason/Taylor, Conner/Ethan, Justin/Rose, Tommy/Kimberly, Tyzonn/Mack, Cassie/OC, Nick/Maddison, Zack/Aisha, Trent/Kira, Post - Billy/Cestria. Future Ryan/Carter and Billy/Hayley. More couples will most likely be mentioned, but not shown.
prompt/: #23: Earth
Rating/: T (For non - graphic mentions of people having babies and being violent with one another)
Disclaimer/: I don't own the Power Rangers, but if Disney's hiring any new writers I volunteer.
Summary/: When Wes' life starts to fall apart, an accident gives him a chance at a fresh start in New Tech City, with Space Patrol Delta. But even a new life has its ups and downs - and weird friends. Meanwhile, Eric tries to move on.
Warnings/: A mentally handicapped person living in a medical facility, angst, male and female slash, non - cemented couples (In otherwords, pairings that will be separated), children created by scientific means
Author's Notes/: I made the mistake of trying to plan a wedding reception for Jason and Taylor, as a chance to fulfill Dagmar Buse's request for more glimpses of them as a couple. This chapter is a result of Taylor getting the chance to vent my frustration about planning a *fictional* wedding. May I never have to plan a real one. x.x
I am also issuing a small challenge to anyone that's interested, namely out of boredom and curiosity. There are twelve future events foreshadowed in this chapter, through fifteen hints. (A couple are for the same event.) Brownie Points, Cyber Cookies, and a free Plot Request for anyone who manages to either find all the hints, or figure out all the future events. Most of them are minor events, so don't think too big.
Oh, and MegaBrownie Points to anyone who figures out the reference in Taylor’s nickname for Jason, and why.
"Just so you know, if you ever try to ask me to marry you again, I *will* kill you."
Wes glanced over at Jason as he joined the other man and Taylor at the table for lunch. Taylor was scowling at a notepad with several pages torn free and left lying around the two of them. Jason was frowning, but he seemed more puzzled than frustrated.
He looked up at his fiancée as she spoke, confusion turning to amusement. "I thought the point was *not* to have to do this again."
Taylor ignored him, scratching something out on one of the papers in front of her.
Jason tilted his head to study it and frowned again. "So ... how are we going to do this?"
"Nine groomsmen and six bridesmaids," Taylor groused. "Why can't there be more female Rangers? And why do they always have to be Yellow or Pink? What's wrong with a male Pink Ranger, anyway? It's a conspiracy, damn it."
"Seven bridesmaids," Jason corrected.
Taylor glanced up at him, and something seemed to pass between them for a moment. "Six bridesmaids and a Maid of Honor," she returned, but her tone was strangely soft.
Jason nodded in agreement and sighed. "Eight groomsmen and a Best Man. So who do we pair with the two extra guys? We can't exactly add in more bridesmaids."
"Why not?" Wes spoke up curiously. "If you don't mind me asking," he added quickly.
That got a smile from Jason. "The ceremony we decided on is going to be very symbolic," he explained. "We didn't want to do a traditional ceremony - "
"No matter *how* much my mother complains," Taylor interrupted darkly.
"And we wanted something that would mean more to us as Rangers," Jason continued, giving Taylor an amused look and reaching out to pat her hand. "The wedding party is going to have each of our teams, and part of the ceremony will be to show how we're all coming together."
Wes blinked, distantly thinking that was far sweeter and more sentimental than he'd ever expected either of them to want. Then he paused, frowning. "Wait. How does that give you six bridesmaids and nine groomsmen?"
"Kim, Aisha, Haley, Katherine, Tanya, and Trini," Taylor listed. "And Alyssa as my Maid of Honor."
"Zack, Billy, Rocky, Adam, Cole, Danny, Max, and Merrick, with Tommy as Best Man," Jason added.
"And we're asking Bridge to be our Flowerboy," she finished.
The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it in at the calm expressions the couple wore. Instead he forced himself to think about the people they'd listed, pondering how best to solve their problem. At last he shrugged. "Ask Cole to be a bridesmaid; he'll do it. Just tell him he's part of Taylor's honor guard."
Who was Trini?
Jason started to laugh and shake his head, but Taylor looked thoughtful. After a moment, she made a note on one of her many papers. "Now we just have to designate someone to escort him," she muttered to herself.
Jason stopped laughing, turning to stare at her incredulously. "You can't be serious."
In response, Taylor pulled out her cell phone, flipping it open. "Cole," she announced shortly, putting the phone to her ear.
There was several moments of silence.
"It's Taylor," she said suddenly. "Cole, would you be one of my b - honor guards in the wedding?" There was a pause, and she smiled. "Thanks, Cole. That solves - I mean, that means a lot to me. I really appreciate it."
Jason stared at her as Taylor cut the call short, turning to flash him a smirk. "Bridesmaids are taken care of." she declared.
"If Cole figures it out, I'm telling him I had nothing to do with this," he warned.
"He probably won't care," Wes told him with a shrug. "Cole doesn't really get worked up about that sort of stuff."
Jason pointed a finger at him warningly. "You're not allowed to offer any more suggestions."
"Cole's escort?" Taylor reminded them.
Jason frowned at her. "Well, who do *you* think would be willing to walk another guy down the aisle?"
Behind Jason's back, Wes raised his left hand to spell out Rocky in sign language to Taylor.
He was rewarded with a swat upside the head from Jason. "Knock that off," the older man warned, but he was grinning.
"So what other problems do you still have?" Wes wondered, ducking away from Jason with a chuckle.
"Sorting out the guest list," Jason replied.
"Picking the menu."
"Finding locations big enough for the wedding *and* the reception."
"Ordering the cake."
"Decorations."
"Picking out the music."
"Picking out the flowers."
"Lodging for off-planet guests."
"Making sure nothing offends the off-planet guests."
"Clothes!" Taylor moaned, thumping her head against her arms.
"Her mother." Jason put in, rubbing his face with a look of exhaustion.
She glanced back up, her expression suddenly dark. "My mother."
"Wedding party gifts."
"Party favors."
"Did we mention her mother?"
"Explaining Toxica and Jindrax to our families?" Taylor suggested dryly.
"Explaining the Triforians and Aquitians."
Taylor's eyes narrowed. "Explaining why Maya never wears any clothes."
"Taylor wants us both to do that whole, 'old, new, borrowed, blue' thing," Jason commented.
She kicked him under the table before scowling down at her notes once again. "There are too many kids. People need to stop reproducing. How are we going to entertain this many kids?"
"Play area," Jason advised. "We can either beg for volunteers to take turns watching them, or hire someone." He paused to check another sheet and shook his head. "I was going to suggest we use some of the older kids to keep an eye on the others, but nevermind. After the last thing Leo said about them I'm not trusting his twins in charge of *anything*."
Taylor scowled, writing something on yet another page. "We have ... thirty-one parents bringing their kids. I am *not* spending money on babysitters; that's ridiculous."
"How many of those are in the wedding party?" Jason asked.
"... Five. But with Bridge being involved, we really only need someone to keep an eye on Garrett." She glanced up again. "Are you sure he said he didn't want to be in the ceremony?"
Jason nodded, sighing. "I had Kat ask him again, but he just said he didn't want to."
Kimberly set down her tray, swinging into a seat to lean against Jason's shoulder. "What are you two fussing over now?"
"Kids," Taylor said darkly.
Kimberly paused. "What about them?" she asked after a moment.
"Trying to figure out what to do with them all," Jason replied, wrapping an arm around her.
Her laugh sounded a bit forced, and Wes glanced over at her with frown, wondering if she was all right. She hadn't been looking so well lately, and even now she seemed a bit pale. He wondered if anyone else had noticed. Jason was looking at her a bit oddly too, but Wes couldn't tell if it was because he was concerned about her health, or because of the way she'd laughed at him.
"They're kids, Jase. Not pets. Leave them some things to play with and they'll take care of themselves," Kimberly promised them. "How many are coming, anyway?"
"Kids, or people in general?" Taylor asked dryly.
"Both?" Kimberly offered with a shrug.
She consulted her paperwork. "One hundred and sixteen guests including the wedding party. Seventeen of those are kids."
Wes choked on his water.
Jason reached over to thump on him on the back, looking amused. "Your count is off," he told Taylor.
She glanced down again. "One hundred and nineteen," she corrected.
Jason shook his head, grinning now. "You're still off. You're forgetting two."
"Who?" she demanded. "There's seventeen people in the wedding party, two guests from the Turbo Rangers, fourteen with the Astro Rangers, only eleven coming in with the Galaxy Rangers because Mike said Caitir wasn't bringing Xylina, nine from the Lightspeed Rangers, four for the Time Force Rangers, eleven with the Ninjas, eight from Tommy's Dino Thunder team, nine with the Mystic Rangers, eight for Overdrive, and Conner said that so far there were only going to be the five Jungle Fury Rangers. Then there's Lady Tel and her father, the Commander, and Kat from S.P.D. You parents, your sister, my parents, Mr. 'Special' and Mrs. Mind Control, the ego-maniac, the bimbo, and the brat. And Garrett, obviously. Plus those two. That's one hundred and nineteen. Who am I forgetting?"
Jason paused dramatically, then leaned forward to look her in the eyes as she glared at him. "The bride, and the groom," he told her slowly.
She smacked him upside the head.
"Are you *serious*?!" Wes demanded once he could breathe easily again. "I thought you two were mostly inviting Rangers. Since when do we have so many kids?"
"We are," Jason assured him with a smile, rubbing the side of his head. "In fact, the only people we invited that aren't former or current Rangers are our parents and siblings, and Taylor's niece. And then Cruger, Vanessa, and Kat from S.P.D." He paused. "Honey, isn't your niece like, fourteen? Why can't she watch the kids?"
"Because I don't trust her enough, O'Hara," Taylor returned. "Especially not with kids like Bridge and the others. She's a spoiled drama queen; either they'd eat her alive, or she'd scare them all half to death."
"That's a thought," Kimberly said absently as Jason rolled his eyes at Taylor's retaliatory nickname for him. "How many kids with special abilities are we going to be worrying about? Anyone that needs special attention?"
"Oh, crap," Taylor muttered, returning quickly to her notes. After a minute she looked up, disgruntled. "There's Ecliptor and Marinda, Elizabeth, Sky, Bridge, and Maya and the Galaxy Rangers' kids for sure. We don't know about Sydney, Jaz, or Keri yet, and as far as I know Garrett, Sora, Rhythm, and Melody are perfectly normal. And I know Garrett and Ran don't speak that much English. I'm not sure about the other four."
"I remember Cassie said that Ran was a Japanese citizen when they adopted her, and as far as I know she's human," Jason said thoughtfully. "Anyone hear anything unusual about Sophie?"
Kimberly shook her head. "Just Mack's usual bragging about how smart she is."
"Hey, guys!" a voice called cheerfully.
The group glanced up, all smiling at the sight of Ryan with Sydney clinging to his back. "Hey, Ryan. Hi, Sydney. Did you two have a fun trip?" Kimberly inquired.
"The best," Ryan returned with a bright grin. "We found a lot of great stuff. Got into a fight with some unfriendly locals, but Syd scared them all away."
Sydney waved at Wes happily in response to her name, despite the fact that he was less than eight feet in front of her. "Hi, Uncle Wes!" she chirped. "Daddy says I'm special!"
Wes blinked. "Of course you are, kiddo. What brought that up?"
Ryan smiled, swinging his daughter around to set her down carefully. "Why don't you show him, Princess?" he encouraged. "Just like we practiced."
Sydney responded by carefully removing something from her pocket. Holding a rock rightly in her right hand, she raised it to about shoulder high. "Fist of Rock," she declared firmly.
Wes, Jason, Kimberly, and Taylor all stared as light shimmered around the little girl's fist.
Within seconds, her pale, unmarred skin was suddenly rusty red and uneven, and a light film of dust seemed to have settled around it. She brightened as the light faded, waving her arm excitedly. "See? See?" she demanded, beaming. "Now I'm special, too. Just like Sky, an' 'lizabeth, an' Bridge!"
After a long moment, Taylor cursed under her breath and made another note.
phantom_blue and BlackCrimsonLight talked me into it. -Pointing wildly at them both-
On another note, BlackCrimsonLight has also given me the most evil plotbunny *EVER*. And the best part? It actually makes *sense*.
In a wierd, twisted sort of way.
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers Time Force moving into S.P.D., multiple Rangers from each season
Characters/: Wes (Time Force), multiple Rangers from other teams (Literally too many to list)
Pairings/: Post - Wes/Eric, Rocky/Adam, Shane/Dustin, Hunter/Cam, Carter/Dana, Andros/Ashley, Zhane/Karone, Carlos/Ronny, Jason/Taylor, Conner/Ethan, Justin/Rose, Tommy/Kimberly, Tyzonn/Mack, Cassie/OC, Nick/Maddison, Zack/Aisha, Trent/Kira, Post - Billy/Cestria. Future Ryan/Carter and Billy/Hayley. More couples will most likely be mentioned, but not shown.
prompt/: #23: Earth
Rating/: T (For non - graphic mentions of people having babies and being violent with one another)
Disclaimer/: I don't own the Power Rangers, but if Disney's hiring any new writers I volunteer.
Summary/: When Wes' life starts to fall apart, an accident gives him a chance at a fresh start in New Tech City, with Space Patrol Delta. But even a new life has its ups and downs - and weird friends. Meanwhile, Eric tries to move on.
Warnings/: A mentally handicapped person living in a medical facility, angst, male and female slash, non - cemented couples (In otherwords, pairings that will be separated), children created by scientific means
Author's Notes/: I made the mistake of trying to plan a wedding reception for Jason and Taylor, as a chance to fulfill Dagmar Buse's request for more glimpses of them as a couple. This chapter is a result of Taylor getting the chance to vent my frustration about planning a *fictional* wedding. May I never have to plan a real one. x.x
I am also issuing a small challenge to anyone that's interested, namely out of boredom and curiosity. There are twelve future events foreshadowed in this chapter, through fifteen hints. (A couple are for the same event.) Brownie Points, Cyber Cookies, and a free Plot Request for anyone who manages to either find all the hints, or figure out all the future events. Most of them are minor events, so don't think too big.
Oh, and MegaBrownie Points to anyone who figures out the reference in Taylor’s nickname for Jason, and why.
"Just so you know, if you ever try to ask me to marry you again, I *will* kill you."
Wes glanced over at Jason as he joined the other man and Taylor at the table for lunch. Taylor was scowling at a notepad with several pages torn free and left lying around the two of them. Jason was frowning, but he seemed more puzzled than frustrated.
He looked up at his fiancée as she spoke, confusion turning to amusement. "I thought the point was *not* to have to do this again."
Taylor ignored him, scratching something out on one of the papers in front of her.
Jason tilted his head to study it and frowned again. "So ... how are we going to do this?"
"Nine groomsmen and six bridesmaids," Taylor groused. "Why can't there be more female Rangers? And why do they always have to be Yellow or Pink? What's wrong with a male Pink Ranger, anyway? It's a conspiracy, damn it."
"Seven bridesmaids," Jason corrected.
Taylor glanced up at him, and something seemed to pass between them for a moment. "Six bridesmaids and a Maid of Honor," she returned, but her tone was strangely soft.
Jason nodded in agreement and sighed. "Eight groomsmen and a Best Man. So who do we pair with the two extra guys? We can't exactly add in more bridesmaids."
"Why not?" Wes spoke up curiously. "If you don't mind me asking," he added quickly.
That got a smile from Jason. "The ceremony we decided on is going to be very symbolic," he explained. "We didn't want to do a traditional ceremony - "
"No matter *how* much my mother complains," Taylor interrupted darkly.
"And we wanted something that would mean more to us as Rangers," Jason continued, giving Taylor an amused look and reaching out to pat her hand. "The wedding party is going to have each of our teams, and part of the ceremony will be to show how we're all coming together."
Wes blinked, distantly thinking that was far sweeter and more sentimental than he'd ever expected either of them to want. Then he paused, frowning. "Wait. How does that give you six bridesmaids and nine groomsmen?"
"Kim, Aisha, Haley, Katherine, Tanya, and Trini," Taylor listed. "And Alyssa as my Maid of Honor."
"Zack, Billy, Rocky, Adam, Cole, Danny, Max, and Merrick, with Tommy as Best Man," Jason added.
"And we're asking Bridge to be our Flowerboy," she finished.
The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it in at the calm expressions the couple wore. Instead he forced himself to think about the people they'd listed, pondering how best to solve their problem. At last he shrugged. "Ask Cole to be a bridesmaid; he'll do it. Just tell him he's part of Taylor's honor guard."
Who was Trini?
Jason started to laugh and shake his head, but Taylor looked thoughtful. After a moment, she made a note on one of her many papers. "Now we just have to designate someone to escort him," she muttered to herself.
Jason stopped laughing, turning to stare at her incredulously. "You can't be serious."
In response, Taylor pulled out her cell phone, flipping it open. "Cole," she announced shortly, putting the phone to her ear.
There was several moments of silence.
"It's Taylor," she said suddenly. "Cole, would you be one of my b - honor guards in the wedding?" There was a pause, and she smiled. "Thanks, Cole. That solves - I mean, that means a lot to me. I really appreciate it."
Jason stared at her as Taylor cut the call short, turning to flash him a smirk. "Bridesmaids are taken care of." she declared.
"If Cole figures it out, I'm telling him I had nothing to do with this," he warned.
"He probably won't care," Wes told him with a shrug. "Cole doesn't really get worked up about that sort of stuff."
Jason pointed a finger at him warningly. "You're not allowed to offer any more suggestions."
"Cole's escort?" Taylor reminded them.
Jason frowned at her. "Well, who do *you* think would be willing to walk another guy down the aisle?"
Behind Jason's back, Wes raised his left hand to spell out Rocky in sign language to Taylor.
He was rewarded with a swat upside the head from Jason. "Knock that off," the older man warned, but he was grinning.
"So what other problems do you still have?" Wes wondered, ducking away from Jason with a chuckle.
"Sorting out the guest list," Jason replied.
"Picking the menu."
"Finding locations big enough for the wedding *and* the reception."
"Ordering the cake."
"Decorations."
"Picking out the music."
"Picking out the flowers."
"Lodging for off-planet guests."
"Making sure nothing offends the off-planet guests."
"Clothes!" Taylor moaned, thumping her head against her arms.
"Her mother." Jason put in, rubbing his face with a look of exhaustion.
She glanced back up, her expression suddenly dark. "My mother."
"Wedding party gifts."
"Party favors."
"Did we mention her mother?"
"Explaining Toxica and Jindrax to our families?" Taylor suggested dryly.
"Explaining the Triforians and Aquitians."
Taylor's eyes narrowed. "Explaining why Maya never wears any clothes."
"Taylor wants us both to do that whole, 'old, new, borrowed, blue' thing," Jason commented.
She kicked him under the table before scowling down at her notes once again. "There are too many kids. People need to stop reproducing. How are we going to entertain this many kids?"
"Play area," Jason advised. "We can either beg for volunteers to take turns watching them, or hire someone." He paused to check another sheet and shook his head. "I was going to suggest we use some of the older kids to keep an eye on the others, but nevermind. After the last thing Leo said about them I'm not trusting his twins in charge of *anything*."
Taylor scowled, writing something on yet another page. "We have ... thirty-one parents bringing their kids. I am *not* spending money on babysitters; that's ridiculous."
"How many of those are in the wedding party?" Jason asked.
"... Five. But with Bridge being involved, we really only need someone to keep an eye on Garrett." She glanced up again. "Are you sure he said he didn't want to be in the ceremony?"
Jason nodded, sighing. "I had Kat ask him again, but he just said he didn't want to."
Kimberly set down her tray, swinging into a seat to lean against Jason's shoulder. "What are you two fussing over now?"
"Kids," Taylor said darkly.
Kimberly paused. "What about them?" she asked after a moment.
"Trying to figure out what to do with them all," Jason replied, wrapping an arm around her.
Her laugh sounded a bit forced, and Wes glanced over at her with frown, wondering if she was all right. She hadn't been looking so well lately, and even now she seemed a bit pale. He wondered if anyone else had noticed. Jason was looking at her a bit oddly too, but Wes couldn't tell if it was because he was concerned about her health, or because of the way she'd laughed at him.
"They're kids, Jase. Not pets. Leave them some things to play with and they'll take care of themselves," Kimberly promised them. "How many are coming, anyway?"
"Kids, or people in general?" Taylor asked dryly.
"Both?" Kimberly offered with a shrug.
She consulted her paperwork. "One hundred and sixteen guests including the wedding party. Seventeen of those are kids."
Wes choked on his water.
Jason reached over to thump on him on the back, looking amused. "Your count is off," he told Taylor.
She glanced down again. "One hundred and nineteen," she corrected.
Jason shook his head, grinning now. "You're still off. You're forgetting two."
"Who?" she demanded. "There's seventeen people in the wedding party, two guests from the Turbo Rangers, fourteen with the Astro Rangers, only eleven coming in with the Galaxy Rangers because Mike said Caitir wasn't bringing Xylina, nine from the Lightspeed Rangers, four for the Time Force Rangers, eleven with the Ninjas, eight from Tommy's Dino Thunder team, nine with the Mystic Rangers, eight for Overdrive, and Conner said that so far there were only going to be the five Jungle Fury Rangers. Then there's Lady Tel and her father, the Commander, and Kat from S.P.D. You parents, your sister, my parents, Mr. 'Special' and Mrs. Mind Control, the ego-maniac, the bimbo, and the brat. And Garrett, obviously. Plus those two. That's one hundred and nineteen. Who am I forgetting?"
Jason paused dramatically, then leaned forward to look her in the eyes as she glared at him. "The bride, and the groom," he told her slowly.
She smacked him upside the head.
"Are you *serious*?!" Wes demanded once he could breathe easily again. "I thought you two were mostly inviting Rangers. Since when do we have so many kids?"
"We are," Jason assured him with a smile, rubbing the side of his head. "In fact, the only people we invited that aren't former or current Rangers are our parents and siblings, and Taylor's niece. And then Cruger, Vanessa, and Kat from S.P.D." He paused. "Honey, isn't your niece like, fourteen? Why can't she watch the kids?"
"Because I don't trust her enough, O'Hara," Taylor returned. "Especially not with kids like Bridge and the others. She's a spoiled drama queen; either they'd eat her alive, or she'd scare them all half to death."
"That's a thought," Kimberly said absently as Jason rolled his eyes at Taylor's retaliatory nickname for him. "How many kids with special abilities are we going to be worrying about? Anyone that needs special attention?"
"Oh, crap," Taylor muttered, returning quickly to her notes. After a minute she looked up, disgruntled. "There's Ecliptor and Marinda, Elizabeth, Sky, Bridge, and Maya and the Galaxy Rangers' kids for sure. We don't know about Sydney, Jaz, or Keri yet, and as far as I know Garrett, Sora, Rhythm, and Melody are perfectly normal. And I know Garrett and Ran don't speak that much English. I'm not sure about the other four."
"I remember Cassie said that Ran was a Japanese citizen when they adopted her, and as far as I know she's human," Jason said thoughtfully. "Anyone hear anything unusual about Sophie?"
Kimberly shook her head. "Just Mack's usual bragging about how smart she is."
"Hey, guys!" a voice called cheerfully.
The group glanced up, all smiling at the sight of Ryan with Sydney clinging to his back. "Hey, Ryan. Hi, Sydney. Did you two have a fun trip?" Kimberly inquired.
"The best," Ryan returned with a bright grin. "We found a lot of great stuff. Got into a fight with some unfriendly locals, but Syd scared them all away."
Sydney waved at Wes happily in response to her name, despite the fact that he was less than eight feet in front of her. "Hi, Uncle Wes!" she chirped. "Daddy says I'm special!"
Wes blinked. "Of course you are, kiddo. What brought that up?"
Ryan smiled, swinging his daughter around to set her down carefully. "Why don't you show him, Princess?" he encouraged. "Just like we practiced."
Sydney responded by carefully removing something from her pocket. Holding a rock rightly in her right hand, she raised it to about shoulder high. "Fist of Rock," she declared firmly.
Wes, Jason, Kimberly, and Taylor all stared as light shimmered around the little girl's fist.
Within seconds, her pale, unmarred skin was suddenly rusty red and uneven, and a light film of dust seemed to have settled around it. She brightened as the light faded, waving her arm excitedly. "See? See?" she demanded, beaming. "Now I'm special, too. Just like Sky, an' 'lizabeth, an' Bridge!"
After a long moment, Taylor cursed under her breath and made another note.