Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #54: Yellow, T)
I'd normally say something here, but I'm too angry and hurt and upset to think coherently. I'm still trying to decide if I should attempt work or not when I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
Bad day. Bad last few weeks. Let's leave it at that.
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/: #54: Yellow
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/: Again, short. But I had other issues going on while I was writing it.
"Hey, Time."
He glanced up, forcing a faint smile. "Hey, Turbo. What are you doing here?"
Justin shrugged as he joined him on the bleachers overlooking the training grounds. "Rose is about to leave with one of the rescue teams, and Eric called me up to see if he could borrow Storm Blaster. Which turned into him flipping out on B Squad, and finally telling me his love life stinks. So I figured if *Eric* is having issues, you could use a friend."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I did something really stupid," he muttered finally. "Really, incredibly stupid."
"Which was?"
"I kissed him."
Justin tilted his head. "And you did this because ... ?"
"I realized something about Alex the other night - Future Alex. And I told Eric, but he just kept ... staring at me. I figured there was no way he could possibly hate me *more* so, I ... "
Justin smacked his hand against his forehead. "Not one of your more brilliant decisions," he said finally. "What'd he do?"
Wes sighed, burying his face against his hands. "That's just it. He didn't ... do *anything*, really. He didn't push me away; just stared at me when I finally stopped. Then he got up and went to his room. Just left me standing there. I've never felt like such a complete jerk before." he mumbled.
"Sure you have. You just don't remember."
"Thanks, Turbo. Really appreciate the support."
"What are friends for?" Justin leaned back on his hands, looking thoughtful. "What I find interesting is Eric's reaction. He doesn't push you away - just walks off like it never happened. But with him being a total baka today, it hints that he's bothered by it for some reason."
Wes glanced at him. "Are you channeling Wind? And what's 'baka' mean?"
A hand smacked him upside the head. "No, *that's* channeling Wind," Justin returned pleasantly. "And baka means idiot."
"And I'm not the idiot?" Wes muttered, rubbing his head.
"Well, if you want to get technical. Although we could also call you sescah."
"Sea scum." Wes sighed, shaking his head at the Aquitian word. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
Silence lingered for a moment as Wes continued to rub his temples.
"Headache?" Justin asked finally.
"Growing migraine," he corrected. "I've been getting them a lot lately. Probably stress."
"Maybe it's your SightMap. Is it malfunctioning?"
He shrugged. "Not that I can tell. Like I said, it's probably just stress."
"Maybe you should probably just go to one of the Docs." While Justin's tone was light, it wasn't quite a suggestion.
"I'm fine," he answered, smiling faintly. "Stop worrying. You really *are* channeling Wind."
Justin shrugged. "It's a Blue thing."
Wes glanced at him. "So what would you say if you were channeling Overdrive?"
"Hmm ... " Justin tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Overthinking leads to headaches. So underthinking means less headaches, which means you should stop thinking all together."
He blinked. "Wow. You're good."
"Thank you, thank you." Justin glanced at him. "So you mind if I ask you?"
Wes didn't bother to wonder what he meant. He sighed, giving the other man a slight smile. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Well, she's very bold. Strong, determined. She managed to memorize the S.P.D. Handbook inside a day - Sky complained about it for hours. She butts heads with Syd and Sky constantly. Gets along with Bridge about as well as anyone else. She calls Jack her brother, but she's not afraid to tell him off for doing something wrong."
Justin chuckled softly. "So she's a Yellow through and through?"
He nodded. "Complete with the attitude."
"She looks just like Rose."
"So I hear," he said easily, ignoring the slight flare of annoyance because he couldn't agree. His head throbbed again, and he reached up to rub his temple.
"Are you sure you don't at least want me to take a look at the SightMap?" Justin asked, sounding concerned.
Wes waved him off with a hand. "It's fine."
"Sergeant Collins, Sir."
He glanced up. "At ease, Cadet Delgado. What is it?"
Z seemed to hesitate, glancing at Justin. "Well ... I heard that Lieutenant Stewart was the one who owns that blue jeep we saw today - "
"'Owns' is a strong word," Justin interrupted wryly. "But yes, he's mine."
"I was wondering if I could take a look under the hood," She fidgeted slightly, which was odd for Z. "I was curious to know more about the engine."
Justin rose to his feet with a smile. "You're into cars?"
"A little. I used to help Papa Max fix his car sometimes. He hates spending the money to go to a mechanic, but he's not good enough to do it himself. So he gets in over his head a lot."
Justin laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like something Max would do." He glanced at her. "Your last name is Delgado?"
There was a long silence. "Mama Danny took care of me for as long as I can remember," she said finally. "I don't have anyone else besides him and Jack."
Wes struggled not to wince. How could Justin just stand there and listen to that? Even *he* wanted to say something now. But ... was Z ready to hear it?
"Sounds like you really love him," Justin returned. "But you're forgetting something. You don't just have Danny and Jack anymore; now you have a whole team to depend on. And besides that, you're S.P.D. No one is ever alone at S.P.D. - no matter how much you wish you were."
Z laughed, an open, clear sound that startled Wes with how much her sudden smile reminded him of Justin. "So ... does that mean I can take a look at your car?" The sweetly manipulative tone to her voice would have made Syd proud.
"Let's see how he feels about it."
Wes watched the two of them walk away together, laughing and chatting. He smiled faintly. Maybe Rose wasn't the only one of her parents Z took after.