Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #60: Welcome to the Club, T)
-Rushing off to get ready for work-
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/: #60: Welcome to the Club
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, character death
Author's Notes/: Um, short. Written just before work. And not exactly answering the last cliffhanger, either. Sort of. x.x
"What were you thinking?" Eric shouted. "Or were any of you even thinking at all? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were doing something completely *stupid*?!"
The five teens in front of him shifted uncomfortably.
"What *possible* reason could have come into your heads for this?" he snarled, turning to look directly at Sky and Jack. He knew, instinctively, that they'd been the ones to instigate what had to be the dumbest stunt B Squad had attempted yet.
While on their day off, B Squad had gone out for some time away from S.P.D. It was something they'd all been encouraged to do, as everyone knew the team was still fairly young, and needed plenty of time to bond. Perfectly acceptable.
But B Squad apparently couldn't be trusted to do as they were told. Apparently they'd caught sight of a group of criminals in the process of stealing a car. Being that they'd arrested such a group before, they'd decided to take it upon themselves to get involved.
What they'd gotten involved in was a massive drug bust investigation that had been going on for *months*. F Squad had nearly caught them multiple times, suffering many injuries in the process. And maybe his Squad wasn't Ranger track, but that was what they were *trained* to do. B Squad had no business getting involved, especially on their day off.
"You know why you don't get involved in fights you haven't been sent out to, without backup," he growled, deliberately looking at Sky, Syd, and Bridge. "And if you need a reminder, I can send you over to C Squad to talk to Cadet Fernandez."
All three cadets visibly flinched.
Cadet Rhythm Fernandez was the son of Trent Fernandez. It was his mother, Kira, that had been destroyed in a fight she'd had no reason to be involved in. And as the one of her children who had inherited his mother's abilities, Ry had taken it upon himself to join S.P.D. as a way to honor her memory. Something that both his father and sister refused to condone; both blamed S.P.D. for Kira's loss.
"Breathe, Sergeant Myers. No one was hurt, and everything worked out. Even Storm Blaster came through without a scratch."
He turned to scowl at Justin Stewart as the younger man joined him. F Squad had needed a certain reassurance that the car the thieves were after couldn't be stolen, so he'd gotten the idea to call Justin up for a favor. The former Ranger had brought his sentient car all the way from S.P.D. Japan just for this final arrest, and if he hadn't, there was a good chance it wouldn't have happened at all. "This is *my* lecture, Lieutenant Stewart. I'd appreciate it if you'd let me deal with it *my* way."
Justin shrugged. "Well I would, if you weren't lecturing more like an overprotective parent than a Drill Sergeant," he said simply. "And like I said, no one was hurt. Yes, they shouldn't have gotten involved, but they're Rangers, aren't they? That's what we do."
Eric growled. "They're the only Rangers S.P.D. has right now; they can't afford to be taking stupid risks!"
Justin looked at him for a moment, studying him. Then he shrugged abruptly. "It's your base's Squad. How you want to handle this is your decision."
He sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. Great. *Justin* thought he was out of line, and Justin was freakishly easy-going. Which meant he *was* out of line.
"Cadet Landors, take your Squad to Command and report to Cruger," he sighed at last. "Tell him I sent you, and tell him why. Cadet Drew, you will be stopping by Sergeant Oliver's office and informing her that you have a Ranger disciplinary issue, and ask her to accompany you to Command before you join the rest of the Squad. If either of them have any questions, have them call Squad Leader Randall." He waved a hand. "Dismissed."
"Sir!"
He sighed again as Sky hesitated while the others were leaving. "Yes, Cadet Tate?"
Sky frowned. "Sir ... permission to speak freely?"
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "What is it, Sky?"
"Is ... is something wrong?" Sky asked warily. "You don't seem like yourself today."
Don't seem like myself. He fought down a laugh. Don't seem like myself? Well, maybe because I'm not! Maybe someone did something completely *stupid* and I don't know how to deal with it now! Did any of you ever think of that?!
He took a deep breath. "It's nothing, Sky. Don't worry about it."
The Brat was giving him one of Vanessa's 'Who Do You Think You're Kidding' looks now. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." It came out sharper than he'd meant it to, and he sighed again. "Just ... go, Sky. I'll see you later."
"Sir, yes Sir," Sky grumbled, giving a pathetic attempt at a salute before he walked off.
Eric resisted the urge to throw something after him.
"She's beautiful."
Justin's soft words made him pause as he tried to think of where that might have come from, then winced as he realized what the other man meant. "Yeah, she is," he managed, feeling incredibly awkward.
Justin smiled faintly. "She looks just like her mother."
"Has her attitude, too," he muttered. "That girl refuses to back down on *anything*, even when she knows she's wrong."
"Yeah, that's Rose all right," Justin chuckled. He glanced over at him. "So what's the issue with you? And don't tell me it's nothing, because I'd have to be Andros or Karone not to notice."
He snorted in spite of himself. It had become somewhat of a running joke around S.P.D. that Andros and Karone had a tendency to be painfully oblivious to what was right in front of their faces. Both siblings profusely denied it, but after the stories Zhane had been more than happy to share, even he had to admit they were pretty bad.
"My kid's driving me crazy. My Squad made an arrest by the skin of their teeth. My love life stinks. What else is new?" he said finally.
Justin clapped him on the shoulder with a bemused smile. "My daughter doesn't even know she's mine, and I got to watch her nearly get shot today. My wife is taking off on a rescue mission that she doesn't know when she's coming back from. And my car likes to complain that I need to get out of the lab and go driving more often. Welcome to the club, Eric."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Can I revoke my membership?"
"If that was possible, there wouldn't *be* a club. Come on. Let's go see how well your Squad cleaned up the mess those guys left."
****
"Wes screwed up again, didn't he?"
He glanced up at Vanessa as she leaned against the doorframe of his office. "If you're going to ask about this, we're doing it with the door closed," he said flatly.
She raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside, allowing it to slid closed behind her. "He must have *really* fucked up," she commented.
He stared at his desk, but he wasn't really seeing the paperwork spread out all over it. "He kissed me," he said finally.
There was a soft groan, and the sound of Vanessa sliding into a seat across from him. "Do we even know why, or was Wes just being nostalgic and stupid?"
He shrugged. "He was talking about Alex being born because he loves me. And that he gave everything up just to make things worse. Something about Alex not knowing he's ours - he wasn't making a whole lot of sense."
"And then he just kissed you?"
He nodded.
There was a long pause. "I could go beat the crap out of him for you, if you want," Vanessa offered.
He buried his face in his hands with a groan. "I don't know what I want."
After a moment, he felt a hand gently squeeze his shoulder. "You will," she said softly. "You will."
He'd never thought she was so full of it in his life.
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/: #60: Welcome to the Club
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, character death
Author's Notes/: Um, short. Written just before work. And not exactly answering the last cliffhanger, either. Sort of. x.x
"What were you thinking?" Eric shouted. "Or were any of you even thinking at all? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were doing something completely *stupid*?!"
The five teens in front of him shifted uncomfortably.
"What *possible* reason could have come into your heads for this?" he snarled, turning to look directly at Sky and Jack. He knew, instinctively, that they'd been the ones to instigate what had to be the dumbest stunt B Squad had attempted yet.
While on their day off, B Squad had gone out for some time away from S.P.D. It was something they'd all been encouraged to do, as everyone knew the team was still fairly young, and needed plenty of time to bond. Perfectly acceptable.
But B Squad apparently couldn't be trusted to do as they were told. Apparently they'd caught sight of a group of criminals in the process of stealing a car. Being that they'd arrested such a group before, they'd decided to take it upon themselves to get involved.
What they'd gotten involved in was a massive drug bust investigation that had been going on for *months*. F Squad had nearly caught them multiple times, suffering many injuries in the process. And maybe his Squad wasn't Ranger track, but that was what they were *trained* to do. B Squad had no business getting involved, especially on their day off.
"You know why you don't get involved in fights you haven't been sent out to, without backup," he growled, deliberately looking at Sky, Syd, and Bridge. "And if you need a reminder, I can send you over to C Squad to talk to Cadet Fernandez."
All three cadets visibly flinched.
Cadet Rhythm Fernandez was the son of Trent Fernandez. It was his mother, Kira, that had been destroyed in a fight she'd had no reason to be involved in. And as the one of her children who had inherited his mother's abilities, Ry had taken it upon himself to join S.P.D. as a way to honor her memory. Something that both his father and sister refused to condone; both blamed S.P.D. for Kira's loss.
"Breathe, Sergeant Myers. No one was hurt, and everything worked out. Even Storm Blaster came through without a scratch."
He turned to scowl at Justin Stewart as the younger man joined him. F Squad had needed a certain reassurance that the car the thieves were after couldn't be stolen, so he'd gotten the idea to call Justin up for a favor. The former Ranger had brought his sentient car all the way from S.P.D. Japan just for this final arrest, and if he hadn't, there was a good chance it wouldn't have happened at all. "This is *my* lecture, Lieutenant Stewart. I'd appreciate it if you'd let me deal with it *my* way."
Justin shrugged. "Well I would, if you weren't lecturing more like an overprotective parent than a Drill Sergeant," he said simply. "And like I said, no one was hurt. Yes, they shouldn't have gotten involved, but they're Rangers, aren't they? That's what we do."
Eric growled. "They're the only Rangers S.P.D. has right now; they can't afford to be taking stupid risks!"
Justin looked at him for a moment, studying him. Then he shrugged abruptly. "It's your base's Squad. How you want to handle this is your decision."
He sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. Great. *Justin* thought he was out of line, and Justin was freakishly easy-going. Which meant he *was* out of line.
"Cadet Landors, take your Squad to Command and report to Cruger," he sighed at last. "Tell him I sent you, and tell him why. Cadet Drew, you will be stopping by Sergeant Oliver's office and informing her that you have a Ranger disciplinary issue, and ask her to accompany you to Command before you join the rest of the Squad. If either of them have any questions, have them call Squad Leader Randall." He waved a hand. "Dismissed."
"Sir!"
He sighed again as Sky hesitated while the others were leaving. "Yes, Cadet Tate?"
Sky frowned. "Sir ... permission to speak freely?"
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "What is it, Sky?"
"Is ... is something wrong?" Sky asked warily. "You don't seem like yourself today."
Don't seem like myself. He fought down a laugh. Don't seem like myself? Well, maybe because I'm not! Maybe someone did something completely *stupid* and I don't know how to deal with it now! Did any of you ever think of that?!
He took a deep breath. "It's nothing, Sky. Don't worry about it."
The Brat was giving him one of Vanessa's 'Who Do You Think You're Kidding' looks now. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." It came out sharper than he'd meant it to, and he sighed again. "Just ... go, Sky. I'll see you later."
"Sir, yes Sir," Sky grumbled, giving a pathetic attempt at a salute before he walked off.
Eric resisted the urge to throw something after him.
"She's beautiful."
Justin's soft words made him pause as he tried to think of where that might have come from, then winced as he realized what the other man meant. "Yeah, she is," he managed, feeling incredibly awkward.
Justin smiled faintly. "She looks just like her mother."
"Has her attitude, too," he muttered. "That girl refuses to back down on *anything*, even when she knows she's wrong."
"Yeah, that's Rose all right," Justin chuckled. He glanced over at him. "So what's the issue with you? And don't tell me it's nothing, because I'd have to be Andros or Karone not to notice."
He snorted in spite of himself. It had become somewhat of a running joke around S.P.D. that Andros and Karone had a tendency to be painfully oblivious to what was right in front of their faces. Both siblings profusely denied it, but after the stories Zhane had been more than happy to share, even he had to admit they were pretty bad.
"My kid's driving me crazy. My Squad made an arrest by the skin of their teeth. My love life stinks. What else is new?" he said finally.
Justin clapped him on the shoulder with a bemused smile. "My daughter doesn't even know she's mine, and I got to watch her nearly get shot today. My wife is taking off on a rescue mission that she doesn't know when she's coming back from. And my car likes to complain that I need to get out of the lab and go driving more often. Welcome to the club, Eric."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Can I revoke my membership?"
"If that was possible, there wouldn't *be* a club. Come on. Let's go see how well your Squad cleaned up the mess those guys left."
****
"Wes screwed up again, didn't he?"
He glanced up at Vanessa as she leaned against the doorframe of his office. "If you're going to ask about this, we're doing it with the door closed," he said flatly.
She raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside, allowing it to slid closed behind her. "He must have *really* fucked up," she commented.
He stared at his desk, but he wasn't really seeing the paperwork spread out all over it. "He kissed me," he said finally.
There was a soft groan, and the sound of Vanessa sliding into a seat across from him. "Do we even know why, or was Wes just being nostalgic and stupid?"
He shrugged. "He was talking about Alex being born because he loves me. And that he gave everything up just to make things worse. Something about Alex not knowing he's ours - he wasn't making a whole lot of sense."
"And then he just kissed you?"
He nodded.
There was a long pause. "I could go beat the crap out of him for you, if you want," Vanessa offered.
He buried his face in his hands with a groan. "I don't know what I want."
After a moment, he felt a hand gently squeeze his shoulder. "You will," she said softly. "You will."
He'd never thought she was so full of it in his life.