Power Rangers: Whole (19/?), Billy/Tommy, R.
Title: Whole, chapter nineteen
Author: vandonovan
Pairing: Billy/Tommy, background Skull/Kim, Adam/Rocky, Jason/Zack and Aisha/OMC
Word count: 5,008. (this chapter)
Rating: R
Era: MMPR AU after "The Green Candle" where Tommy never becomes the White Ranger. (Picks up in 1999.)
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations/innuendo, AU, potential spoilers through Space, may contain triggering content, please read at your own risk.
Summary: Six years after losing his Green Ranger powers, Tommy has been consumed by inner darkness and a destructive lifestyle. Can Billy bring Tommy back or will his attempts strain the Rangers too much as they face the return of an old enemy?
Notes: Super special thanks to azelmaroark for both playing beta and helping me create and cultivate this monster.
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19.
Chapter nineteen:
After meeting with David, it’s easy to start planning for Thanksgiving, which they decide to have at Billy's. With Tommy sharing the master bedroom bed with Billy, the guestroom double bed is open for the Olivers to use, with room for David to sleep on the couch in the living room. It’s not ideal, but Billy’s never been happier he has such a relatively large house.
After several days of not hearing from Rocky, Tommy convinces Billy to invite him over to help them plan for Thanksgiving dinner. At first, Billy is reluctant, but he knows Rocky’s a much better cook than either he or Tommy. Not only is it a good excuse to see him, but he really could use the help and Billy can't resist with that sort of logic. Trying to tackle a turkey is much more challenging than Billy anticipated.
“Oh, it’s been great,” Rocky says, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he moves about Billy’s kitchen, positively thrumming with energy. “Adam’s changed so much!”
Billy and Tommy exchange wary glances.
“So, he saw the error of his ways, did he?” Tommy leans against the counter, watching as Rocky looks over his recipe list.
“That’s exactly what he did.” Rocky sets the list down. “He and Scarlett never even got anywhere, you know. He dumped her right after dinner and came home and tried calling me. My phone was in the guest room though, so I never heard it.”
“Oh?” Billy’s suddenly intrigued. That Adam dumped Scarlett is encouraging. “Did he say why he dumped her?”
“He took her to Olive Garden and she was totally disgusted that that was his idea of impressing her.” He picks up the list again. “He’s never taken me to Olive Garden. I sure would've appreciated it. Basically, Scarlett hated our house. She hated our car. She hated Adam’s wardrobe. She hated me. She hated everything. In the end, he finally realized she was only interested in him because he’s a famous Power Ranger.”
Billy crosses his arms. “Certainly took him long enough to realize that.”
Rocky shrugs. “I guess, but it could’ve been much longer.”
“So, when we saw him in the doorway after we dropped you off, he was wearing one of your sweatshirts.” Tommy’s grinning. “I guess you had something of a reunion?”
Billy shoots Tommy a glance.
“Oh yeah.” Rocky actually blushes. “He . . . realized how much I appreciate him and how much he missed me.” He picks up a huge blue pot off the floor, where Billy had emptied his cabinets. “You’ll want to cook the turkey in this.” He sets it on the counter. “Yeah. We’ve uh, been reunioning a lot. It’s . . . actually a lot better than ever. Adam’s so . . .” He shrugs. “Appreciative, I guess. It’s been incredible.”
“I’m so happy for you, man!” Tommy gives Rocky’s shoulder a squeeze. “I really hope it lasts. Adam doesn’t know how good he has it.”
“Me too.” Rocky smiles shyly. “I really think he’s changed. He . . . you guys can’t tell him I told you this, but he cried when I came back and he keeps apologizing all the time and everything. It’s unbelievable. It’s like a completely different person, but in a nice way. Last night, he came into the kitchen while I was cooking dinner, which he never does, and just . . . wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck.” He grins even more. “It’s basically everything I’ve always wanted.” He laughs softly. “He almost didn’t let me sneak off today. I bet he’s going spare right now.”
“I’m glad.” Billy maintains a healthy degree of skepticism about Adam's turn-around, but does his best not to let it show.. “Both that he let you sneak out so you could tell us and help us with the cooking, but also that he’s come to his senses. It’s certainly been a long time in coming and was getting rather critical.” He only hopes it lasts, for Rocky's sake as well as the team's.
“It really makes the last five years seem a lot more worthwhile.” Rocky’s gaze unfocuses as he dreamily stares into the distance.
Although he’s tempted to let Rocky stand there and daydreams, Billy clears his throat. “Speaking of cooking . . . why this particular pan?”
“Oh.” Rocky shrugs. “I dunno, actually. You just do 'cause I always have, and it's what my mom uses. I guess it'll get too dry if you cook it in different type of pot.”
It’s amazing to Billy the way Rocky cooks. His ideas are all accurate and effective; he just doesn’t know why he does what he does. When Billy learns to make a new meal, he has to analyze every step along the way, add ingredients exactly as they're listed and figure out why he’s doing what he’s doing. Rocky cooks by instinct and taste. For Billy, the most frustrating part is that, despite following the rules, Rocky’s thrown-together meals almost always come out better tasting.
“So, enough about me! I can’t believe Tommy’s got a brother he never knew about. Tell me more about this David guy! Will Adam and I get to meet him when he visits?”
“Oh, I don’t see why not.” Tommy looks at Billy. “Can they come over after dinner?”
It’s such a wonderful, absurd idea Billy smiles. “Sure. Why not?”
Leaving the pot on the counter, Rocky throws an arm around Billy. “Speaking of overdue things, with this big house it’s about time you started throwing the parties!”
--
Thanksgiving goes even better than Billy anticipated. The Olivers fly down the day before, spending the first night with old friends in Los Angeles that they haven’t seen since moving to Oregon. David arrives around eleven on Thanksgiving morning, bringing with him several spectacular dishes of traditional Native American food.
As they gather, Billy finds the whole affair becoming more and more appropriate. Although he knows history doesn’t truly reflect it, it's beginning to really feel like 'pilgrims and Indians' united for giving thanks over a great common cause.
Margaret attempts to commandeer the kitchen, but acquiesces somewhat once she sees Billy’s glorious cooked turkey in its big blue pan. “This actually looks quite nice,” she says, critiquing the turkey. “Where did you learn to dress a turkey like that?”
“Mom,” Tommy chides, coming to Billy’s rescue. “Don’t fuss. One of our friends came and gave us a hand. You’ll meet him later. Come on. Let’s heat up your yams.”
“You’ve got a really nice house, Billy,” David says, looking around the kitchen appreciatively. “Do you live here alone?”
Billy moves away from Tommy and Margaret. “I did, though now it’s Tommy and I. The market for homes in Angel Grove hit rock bottom after the war. I got a very good deal on it, so I’ve been loath to move.” He leans against the wall. “Though I’m considering it now.”
“Fans getting too much?”
Billy manages a soft laugh. “Can you believe they’re camped out there even on Thanksgiving? It just makes me sad. It’s cold out there.”
“They must not have anything better to do.” David shrugs. “If it makes them happy, I’d let them be.”
“Yeah. Perhaps I’ll give them some leftovers after dinner. There’s no way all of us are going to be able to eat that entire turkey.”
Hank helps Billy put the extra leaf in the dining room table just in time for Tommy and David to arrive, carrying the bird into the dining room. Margaret presses herself into one of the corners of the room, laughing in delight and taking pictures every few minutes.
The food is wonderful and the company even better. Although it’s Billy’s house, he opts not to sit at the head of the table so he and Tommy can be side-by-side. Hank and Margaret sit opposite them and David sits at the head, on Tommy’s other side.
“Quite nice of the evil space aliens to give you Thanksgiving off,” Hank says, passing around the plate of sliced turkey.
Billy winces and waits for someone else to reply. It’s only after a few moments that he realizes he’s the only Ranger there. “I’d watch what I say. They have a habit of eavesdropping.”
“Really? From on the moon?”
David takes the plate from Hank. “They’re on the moon? Really?”
“Affirmative. It's proven a suitable staging ground for any galactic invasion force.”
“Always thought we should do something about that. Thanks, David.” Tommy loads his plate up with sliced turkey, and then smothers it in gravy.
“Zordon has always told us to only use our powers defensively. I admit, however, that assault attacks on the Moon Base have crossed my mind. I can assure you I won’t go through another war and risk civilians on Earth.” He helps himself to some turkey before handing it on to Margaret.
“Boys, this conversation is dreadful.” She takes half as much turkey as Tommy. “Let’s talk instead about how divine this turkey is! Billy dear, you make me very proud. Here, here.” She raises her wine glass.
Embarrassed, Billy stares down at his plate. “Although I’m quite grateful, compliments really must go to our friend Rocky for showing me the proper way to prepare the turkey.”
“Rocky,” Hank says, thoughtfully, clinking their glasses together. “He’s another of your Ranger friends, isn’t he?”
“That’s right,” David says. He grins at Tommy. “I’ve been watching the news. Rocky DeSantos. The Red Ranger. I like him.”
Tommy blinks. “You’ve met?”
“Oh. Well, no. I just mean, from what I’ve seen on the television.”
“We all have our ups and downs,” Billy says, “but we’re all Rangers for a reason.” He reaches under the table and gives Tommy’s hand a squeeze. “And, before we all start eating dinner, I just wanted to say . . . well, how very thankful I am you could all make it here tonight. It means a lot to me to be able to share the holidays with friends and family and I know it means even more to Tommy. If you had told me a year ago that I would be celebrating this holiday with . . . well, not only a boyfriend, but his parents and brother let alone that that boyfriend would be Tommy . . .” Billy feels his cheeks burning slightly. “Well, I would have undoubtedly found it difficult to comprehend. But, I’ve certainly never been happier to be wrong.”
He gives Tommy an affectionate gaze, which sets Tommy smiling. “Oh man,” he sighs. “I can’t even tell you guys what I was doing a year ago today.” He shakes his head. “I don’t even want to try to remember.” His hand tightens in Billy’s. “I certainly never dreamed . . . any of this. I owe so much to Billy.” His smile fades slightly as his tone grows more serious. “Some days I still find myself expecting to wake up and for all of this to have been a dream.” He trails off for a few seconds before refocusing. “To get Billy and friends-old and new-and to reconnect with my parents and to find out I have a brother.” He shakes his head, sending his shining curls bouncing. “It’s almost too much. I’m so thankful for everything.”
Margaret wipes the corner of her eye with her napkin. “I’m so happy. I spent several tearful Thanksgivings mourning the loss of our only son.” She takes Hank’s hand. “I had so many regrets. You’ve no idea the number. The things I would never be able to say to you, or the things I had said that I could never apologize for. I spent so many years thinking you were dead and we had driven you there.” She sniffs. “I’m so grateful to you, Billy, and the Power Rangers. At last I have my son back.”
Hank nods. “Tommy, we are so, so proud of you. You fell on such hard times and were alone so long, and yet here you are today, happy, healthy, recovering. I’m so grateful I get the chance to redeem myself for the way I treated you in the past.”
David blinks a little when he realizes everyone’s eyes have moved to him and he laughs softly. “About five years ago, I learned that I had a brother I never knew and likely never would. It’s the strangest feeling finding out about this huge part of your life so suddenly, and just as suddenly having it snatched away from you. I’m looking forward to finally getting to know my brother and I’m very grateful to all the hard work Billy’s put into rehabilitating him. For me, it especially means a lot to know I have more family out there.” He nods his head. “And if I’d known we’d end up having such a Thanksgiving feast, I would have found him a lot soon!”
The final line gives everyone a much needed chuckle.
“Here, here,” Billy says. “Eat up, everyone, please. There’s not enough room in my freezer for all these dishes to be leftovers!”
After dinner has been consumed and the plates deposited in the sink, Margaret reveals the scrumptious pie she prepared for the occasion. Billy drags two of the dining room chairs into the front room and has just settled down on the couch beside Tommy when his communicator gives off its haunting little chime.
“Not tonight.”
His eyes meet Tommy’s. Years of training tell him to get up and hide in his bedroom to answer it, but he resists. Raising his hand, he says, “Billy here.” That draws attention from the others.
“Hi, Billy!” Rocky cheerfully says. “Scared you, didn’t I!”
Every muscle in Billy’s body suddenly goes lax. “That would be a correct assertion.”
“Sorry! This just seemed easier. Adam and I were wondering if you were ready to have us over and, if so, could we teleport in?”
Billy’s so relieved he runs a hand through his hand and laughs. It's breaking so many rules and he joyfully doesn't care anymore. “Sure. Why not?”
“Great! We’ll be right there, then!”
Billy has just enough time to breathe a laugh and lean against Tommy before Adam and Rocky appear in the middle of the living room in a crackle of colored ozone. Rocky’s holding a bottle of dessert wine and Adam has a tray of cupcakes.
“Hi, everybody!” Rocky waves cheerfully.
Although Billy knows he should get to his feet to make proper introductions, leaving the comfort of the couch next to Tommy is entirely too much effort. “Rocky, Adam.” He nods his head. “Glad you could make it. Meet Hank and Margaret, Tommy’s parents, and David, his brother.”
“How do you do?” Adam politely says, setting the cupcakes down on the coffee table to shake each of their hands individually. Upon reaching David, his eyes widen. “Wow. You really do look just like him.”
Tommy grins. “Yeah. We’ve gotten that a few times. Mom, Dad, David, this is Rocky and Adam. You’ve seen them on TV as the Red and Black Rangers.”
Rocky brandishes his bottle. “We come bearing gifts! Wine and cupcakes!”
“They’re not very impressive,” Adam mildly says, “but the wine should be good.”
“Adam made them,” Rocky proudly says. “So they’re amazing.”
It’s good to see the two of them so amicable and together. Billy’s never before noticed what tense vibes Adam gave off, but does now that they’re gone. He looks-and feels-laid back and easy going, similar to the way used to be back in high school.
“You guys look great,” Tommy says, smiling. “Let me get you some glasses for the wine.” He grunts and pushes himself out of his seat.
Billy almost gives Tommy a warning call, but then holds his tongue. Tommy’s not going to pour himself anything to drink, and admonishing him for something he hasn’t done isn’t right.
“Hey Rocky,” David says, following them into the kitchen. “Tommy’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re into Kung Fu?”
Billy loses track of their conversation as Adam shuffles over.
“Hey, Billy.” He hesitates a moment, then sits down beside him. “I guess I owe you an apology.”
Billy makes himself sit up better. It’s considerably easier to do without Tommy’s warmth beside him, making him sink into the cushions. “I’m listening.”
Adam takes a deep breath. “I’ve been really out of line the last few weeks.” His eyes remain on Rocky moving around in the kitchen. “All the fame just went to my head. It was like all those years of being bullied and picked on for being small and insignificant were over and I could finally get my payback in. I thought the wrong things would make me happy and I ignored the things that actually did.” He sinks back onto the couch beside Billy, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve got it all figured out yet,” he glances over at Billy, “but I’m definitely a lot better. I'm getting there.”
Billy gives him a smile. “You don’t deserve Rocky, you know.”
Adam’s gaze drifts back to the kitchen, lingering. “Why didn’t you tell me that five years ago?”
“I didn’t know then, either.” Billy sighs. “By the time I realized it, it was already too late.” He nods. “So, I’ve got my Black Ranger back?”
“Yep.” He manages a crooked smile. “Not that I ever really left.”
Billy raises an eyebrow. “No more fabulous Hollywood parties?”
“Hmmm.” Adam crosses his arms. “Am I allowed if I take Rocky with me?”
Billy raises the other eyebrow. “Would you actually do that?”
“I’m thinking about it.” In the kitchen, Rocky finally gets the cork open and lets out a triumphant cry. He sets about pouring the wine into glasses. Adam lowers his voice. “Don’t go telling Rocky this yet, but I’m sort of at the point where I don’t care what people think. I’ll do an interview; maybe tell them I’m straight but in love with Rocky, and if they want to label that gay or bisexual or whatever, I don’t care. I just don’t care. It’s their problem, not mine. It’s not important.”
It’s an amazing revelation and leaves Billy grinning. “Excellent. I feel you’ve reached a very enlightened position. It’s good to have you back!” He tilts his head. “I have just one very important question.” He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “Did you really make those cupcakes?”
Adam laughs. “Yes. And they’re terrible. Rocky insisted we bring them. Please don’t feel obligated to eat one. If they’re not gone by the end of the night, I suggest we teleport them to Master Vile. If we’re very lucky, maybe he’ll choke on one.”
--
To Billy’s great relief, they have only one monster attack between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It gives him considerable time to work on upgrades in the Command Center and continue with some of the plans he wants to implement if the Ranger Academy gets off the ground. Even better, Rocky and Adam continue improving their relationship in leaps and bounds.
Adam sells the dojo, buys a much bigger, nicer one in Los Angeles and, to Billy’s surprise, hires Tommy on a full time teacher. If the students who train under him are disappointed they’re not being tended to by the Red or Black Rangers, he never hears about it.
He knows Kimberly is keeping busy in different ways, granting only the occasional educational speeches at schools and for certain charities, often with Aisha, who had granted many more, making an effort to get to inner city schools and youth centers whenever possible. Billy holds some regrets that he’s stayed largely out of the public eye and as a result has been dubbed the most mysterious Ranger, but between grant writing, meeting with heads of government, working on zords, Academy things and taking care of Tommy he has no time.
It’s a relief when Hank calls him one day and simply informs him that he and Tommy will be celebrating Christmas up in Oregon with them. There aren’t many people who can just tell Billy to do something, so it comes as something of a surprise when he realizes the Olivers are. If it were only for his own mental health, he’d likely decline, but knowing how important it is to Tommy makes that impossible.
When they arrive in Oregon and find David has been invited as well, and that the northern town is awash in powdery white snow, Billy’s suddenly very glad they came.
They’re not inside five minutes before Tommy pulls him under the mistletoe.
It’s the happiest Christmas Billy’s had since he was eight, before his mother died. The focus remains almost entirely on Tommy and his family, but as Billy basks in the light of the Oliver’s grand Christmas tree, sipping hot cider and listening to tales about ridiculous things Tommy did as a child, he knows deep down he’s getting as much out of this as Tommy.
They’re called away from building a snow fort on the Monday after Christmas. Margaret’s inside watching a very popular morning talk show, urgent that they come see.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“She doesn’t usually do shows the Monday after Christmas,” Margaret murmurs, one hand on her chest. “I was so surprised to tune in and see her on. I figured it must have been important. I was in for the shock of my life when I saw that nice quiet boy from Thanksgiving on the couch next to her.”
Billy redirects his attention to the television and is equally shocked to see Adam there, looking small and almost vulnerable on the talk show host's vast white couch.
“For those of you just joining us,” the talk show host says in her steady, melodic voice, “I’m here today with a very special guest. You may not recognize him out of his uniform or when he’s not wearing in the latest of celebrity fashion, but this is Adam Park. You all know him as the Black Ranger.” The audience applauds. “Adam,” she says, turning toward him, suddenly very serious, “you said that your announcement couldn’t wait until after the holidays; that you wanted to tell the world about this now.” She smiles. “What’s so important it couldn't wait?”
Adam isn't nervous. “I know my behavior since revealing my identity as a Power Ranger has been somewhat erratic. It’s been difficult transitioning from being this unknown guy working with computers to an overnight celebrity. I won't deny that let the fame go to my head and made some really bad choices. Worst of all, it made me treat the people who had stuck with me for all the years I wasn’t famous quite terribly. For that, I want to apologize to all of my friends, my family, my fellow Rangers.” He takes a deep breath. “Most of all, though, I want to apologize to the man I’ve been with for the last five years, my boyfriend, Rocky DeSantos.”
As the crowd on the television gasps and applauds again, Billy’s legs start to give out and he finds a seat on the edge of the couch, unable to take his eyes off the television.
He's doing it. Adam's actually doing it.
“That's quite a thing to have kept bottled inside you, Adam,” the hostess says, her voice full of compassion. “And I want you to know, we have a surprise of our own for you.”
The applause suddenly increases as the camera pans around, revealing Rocky as he steps out from backstage. There’s a shocked reaction shot on Adam, and then he’s on his feet, greeting Rocky with an amazing embrace. It lasts a full thirty seconds while the audience applause grows louder and louder.
Once they break apart, Adam says something softly to Rocky, wipes his eyes and then, taking Rocky’s hand, walks back to the couch where they sit down together.
“It’s heartbreaking to realize how difficult that must have been for you, on national-international-television,” the hostess says. “Difficult in a way that most couples can never imagine. How are you feeling right now?”
Adam’s eyes are moist, but he’s smiling. “I feel great.” He looks at Rocky and his smile tightens, as does his grip on Rocky’s hand.
Tommy sits beside Billy. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
“Me either.” He takes Tommy’s hand in his own.
“Shhh,” Margaret hisses.
“I’ve been . . . I've identified as . . . the word we use is straight, all of my life,” Adam says. “I'm not even close to twenty-five and I’ve been with Rocky for the last five or six years. It’s been extremely difficult for me to reconcile that label and this relationship.”
“In Hollywood,” the hostess says, “they call that bisexuality.”
It earns a chuckle from the audience, and makes Adam smile slightly. “That may be for some people,” he says, and nods. “I think that’s how Rocky identifies. It’s not how I identify.”
“You identify as straight.”
“Yes.” He squeezes Rocky’s hand. “Despite being ridiculously in love with a man.” His voice wavers, the first sign of nervousness, and he picks up a glass of water on the small table between them and takes a sip. “I’m not saying that out of fear of homosexuality.” He laughs softly, calming himself. “In fact, I almost wish I did I identify as bisexual or gay. It might be easier to make people understand my point-of-view. I just can’t be what I’m not anymore. If people want to put labels on me, they can. I’ll be the Gay Ranger or the Korean Ranger or whatever they want, but to me, and with the people important to me, I’m just Adam.”
He’s surprised when that gets another round of applause.
“Rocky,” the hostess says. “How do you feel about all of this?”
Somehow, Rocky completely manages to avoid looking small or lost on the big white couch. “I’m speechless,” he says. “Adam’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but because of the way we treat people who don’t fit societal norms, there’s always been a very serious threat of losing him over my head, just because he wasn't comfortable with how society would treat him-us-if they 'found out'.”
“And you’re no longer worried about potential backlash from 'coming out' like this?”
“No. I’ve only ever concerned myself with what makes Adam happy. He wanted to do this and I support him fully.”
“And does your interest in Adam’s happiness mean you supported him when he was seen dating actress Scarlett Riley a few months ago?”
Rocky’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Yes.” A soft murmur runs through the audience. “Obviously I prefer this, but I wasn’t going to keep him from exploring what made him happy.”
Adam wipes his eyes again, shaking his head. “See? He loved me even when I didn’t deserve it. I treated you so badly.” He angles himself toward Rocky. “Never again. I promise.”
The interview goes on for a full hour, discussing not only Adam’s relationship with Rocky and Scarlett, but also how the Power Rangers operate, whether they’re friends outside of work, and whether or not Adam can shed any details about Billy's relationship with Tommy.
Adam gracefully declines the question, but Billy finds himself mulling over it long after the program has ended.
“Did you know Adam was going to do that interview?” Tommy asks when they’re in bed later that evening.
Billy stares up at the ceiling. “He once mentioned he might do something . . . but, I had no idea he was serious. Certainly no idea that it’d be anything like that.”
“It was so romantic.” Tommy fluffs up his pillow and reclines, hands behind his head. “I had no idea he could be so sensitive.”
“Adam’s actually quite sensitive.” He glances over. It’s hard to know if Tommy wants something similar from Billy. “He’s very romantic, as well.” Although he isn’t completely opposed to the idea, he and Tommy have only been together a matter of months. The need for such declarations just isn’t there, but he does feel great affection. Curling on his side, Billy nuzzles up close to Tommy. “This has easily been the best year of my life, you know, and it’s only been three months. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for next year.”
Smiling, Tommy drops one of his arms down around Billy. “Then, I’m going to be really pissed if this Y2K bug destroys the world.”
Laughing, Billy gives Tommy’s ribs a little tickle, causing him to squirm closer. “I’ve told you that’s a all concocted mess of nonsensical media hype. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Tommy reaches up to cup Billy’s face. “I never get tired of hearing that. Say it again.”
Billy kisses him gently. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
Author: vandonovan
Pairing: Billy/Tommy, background Skull/Kim, Adam/Rocky, Jason/Zack and Aisha/OMC
Word count: 5,008. (this chapter)
Rating: R
Era: MMPR AU after "The Green Candle" where Tommy never becomes the White Ranger. (Picks up in 1999.)
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations/innuendo, AU, potential spoilers through Space, may contain triggering content, please read at your own risk.
Summary: Six years after losing his Green Ranger powers, Tommy has been consumed by inner darkness and a destructive lifestyle. Can Billy bring Tommy back or will his attempts strain the Rangers too much as they face the return of an old enemy?
Notes: Super special thanks to azelmaroark for both playing beta and helping me create and cultivate this monster.
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19.
Chapter nineteen:
After meeting with David, it’s easy to start planning for Thanksgiving, which they decide to have at Billy's. With Tommy sharing the master bedroom bed with Billy, the guestroom double bed is open for the Olivers to use, with room for David to sleep on the couch in the living room. It’s not ideal, but Billy’s never been happier he has such a relatively large house.
After several days of not hearing from Rocky, Tommy convinces Billy to invite him over to help them plan for Thanksgiving dinner. At first, Billy is reluctant, but he knows Rocky’s a much better cook than either he or Tommy. Not only is it a good excuse to see him, but he really could use the help and Billy can't resist with that sort of logic. Trying to tackle a turkey is much more challenging than Billy anticipated.
“Oh, it’s been great,” Rocky says, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he moves about Billy’s kitchen, positively thrumming with energy. “Adam’s changed so much!”
Billy and Tommy exchange wary glances.
“So, he saw the error of his ways, did he?” Tommy leans against the counter, watching as Rocky looks over his recipe list.
“That’s exactly what he did.” Rocky sets the list down. “He and Scarlett never even got anywhere, you know. He dumped her right after dinner and came home and tried calling me. My phone was in the guest room though, so I never heard it.”
“Oh?” Billy’s suddenly intrigued. That Adam dumped Scarlett is encouraging. “Did he say why he dumped her?”
“He took her to Olive Garden and she was totally disgusted that that was his idea of impressing her.” He picks up the list again. “He’s never taken me to Olive Garden. I sure would've appreciated it. Basically, Scarlett hated our house. She hated our car. She hated Adam’s wardrobe. She hated me. She hated everything. In the end, he finally realized she was only interested in him because he’s a famous Power Ranger.”
Billy crosses his arms. “Certainly took him long enough to realize that.”
Rocky shrugs. “I guess, but it could’ve been much longer.”
“So, when we saw him in the doorway after we dropped you off, he was wearing one of your sweatshirts.” Tommy’s grinning. “I guess you had something of a reunion?”
Billy shoots Tommy a glance.
“Oh yeah.” Rocky actually blushes. “He . . . realized how much I appreciate him and how much he missed me.” He picks up a huge blue pot off the floor, where Billy had emptied his cabinets. “You’ll want to cook the turkey in this.” He sets it on the counter. “Yeah. We’ve uh, been reunioning a lot. It’s . . . actually a lot better than ever. Adam’s so . . .” He shrugs. “Appreciative, I guess. It’s been incredible.”
“I’m so happy for you, man!” Tommy gives Rocky’s shoulder a squeeze. “I really hope it lasts. Adam doesn’t know how good he has it.”
“Me too.” Rocky smiles shyly. “I really think he’s changed. He . . . you guys can’t tell him I told you this, but he cried when I came back and he keeps apologizing all the time and everything. It’s unbelievable. It’s like a completely different person, but in a nice way. Last night, he came into the kitchen while I was cooking dinner, which he never does, and just . . . wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck.” He grins even more. “It’s basically everything I’ve always wanted.” He laughs softly. “He almost didn’t let me sneak off today. I bet he’s going spare right now.”
“I’m glad.” Billy maintains a healthy degree of skepticism about Adam's turn-around, but does his best not to let it show.. “Both that he let you sneak out so you could tell us and help us with the cooking, but also that he’s come to his senses. It’s certainly been a long time in coming and was getting rather critical.” He only hopes it lasts, for Rocky's sake as well as the team's.
“It really makes the last five years seem a lot more worthwhile.” Rocky’s gaze unfocuses as he dreamily stares into the distance.
Although he’s tempted to let Rocky stand there and daydreams, Billy clears his throat. “Speaking of cooking . . . why this particular pan?”
“Oh.” Rocky shrugs. “I dunno, actually. You just do 'cause I always have, and it's what my mom uses. I guess it'll get too dry if you cook it in different type of pot.”
It’s amazing to Billy the way Rocky cooks. His ideas are all accurate and effective; he just doesn’t know why he does what he does. When Billy learns to make a new meal, he has to analyze every step along the way, add ingredients exactly as they're listed and figure out why he’s doing what he’s doing. Rocky cooks by instinct and taste. For Billy, the most frustrating part is that, despite following the rules, Rocky’s thrown-together meals almost always come out better tasting.
“So, enough about me! I can’t believe Tommy’s got a brother he never knew about. Tell me more about this David guy! Will Adam and I get to meet him when he visits?”
“Oh, I don’t see why not.” Tommy looks at Billy. “Can they come over after dinner?”
It’s such a wonderful, absurd idea Billy smiles. “Sure. Why not?”
Leaving the pot on the counter, Rocky throws an arm around Billy. “Speaking of overdue things, with this big house it’s about time you started throwing the parties!”
--
Thanksgiving goes even better than Billy anticipated. The Olivers fly down the day before, spending the first night with old friends in Los Angeles that they haven’t seen since moving to Oregon. David arrives around eleven on Thanksgiving morning, bringing with him several spectacular dishes of traditional Native American food.
As they gather, Billy finds the whole affair becoming more and more appropriate. Although he knows history doesn’t truly reflect it, it's beginning to really feel like 'pilgrims and Indians' united for giving thanks over a great common cause.
Margaret attempts to commandeer the kitchen, but acquiesces somewhat once she sees Billy’s glorious cooked turkey in its big blue pan. “This actually looks quite nice,” she says, critiquing the turkey. “Where did you learn to dress a turkey like that?”
“Mom,” Tommy chides, coming to Billy’s rescue. “Don’t fuss. One of our friends came and gave us a hand. You’ll meet him later. Come on. Let’s heat up your yams.”
“You’ve got a really nice house, Billy,” David says, looking around the kitchen appreciatively. “Do you live here alone?”
Billy moves away from Tommy and Margaret. “I did, though now it’s Tommy and I. The market for homes in Angel Grove hit rock bottom after the war. I got a very good deal on it, so I’ve been loath to move.” He leans against the wall. “Though I’m considering it now.”
“Fans getting too much?”
Billy manages a soft laugh. “Can you believe they’re camped out there even on Thanksgiving? It just makes me sad. It’s cold out there.”
“They must not have anything better to do.” David shrugs. “If it makes them happy, I’d let them be.”
“Yeah. Perhaps I’ll give them some leftovers after dinner. There’s no way all of us are going to be able to eat that entire turkey.”
Hank helps Billy put the extra leaf in the dining room table just in time for Tommy and David to arrive, carrying the bird into the dining room. Margaret presses herself into one of the corners of the room, laughing in delight and taking pictures every few minutes.
The food is wonderful and the company even better. Although it’s Billy’s house, he opts not to sit at the head of the table so he and Tommy can be side-by-side. Hank and Margaret sit opposite them and David sits at the head, on Tommy’s other side.
“Quite nice of the evil space aliens to give you Thanksgiving off,” Hank says, passing around the plate of sliced turkey.
Billy winces and waits for someone else to reply. It’s only after a few moments that he realizes he’s the only Ranger there. “I’d watch what I say. They have a habit of eavesdropping.”
“Really? From on the moon?”
David takes the plate from Hank. “They’re on the moon? Really?”
“Affirmative. It's proven a suitable staging ground for any galactic invasion force.”
“Always thought we should do something about that. Thanks, David.” Tommy loads his plate up with sliced turkey, and then smothers it in gravy.
“Zordon has always told us to only use our powers defensively. I admit, however, that assault attacks on the Moon Base have crossed my mind. I can assure you I won’t go through another war and risk civilians on Earth.” He helps himself to some turkey before handing it on to Margaret.
“Boys, this conversation is dreadful.” She takes half as much turkey as Tommy. “Let’s talk instead about how divine this turkey is! Billy dear, you make me very proud. Here, here.” She raises her wine glass.
Embarrassed, Billy stares down at his plate. “Although I’m quite grateful, compliments really must go to our friend Rocky for showing me the proper way to prepare the turkey.”
“Rocky,” Hank says, thoughtfully, clinking their glasses together. “He’s another of your Ranger friends, isn’t he?”
“That’s right,” David says. He grins at Tommy. “I’ve been watching the news. Rocky DeSantos. The Red Ranger. I like him.”
Tommy blinks. “You’ve met?”
“Oh. Well, no. I just mean, from what I’ve seen on the television.”
“We all have our ups and downs,” Billy says, “but we’re all Rangers for a reason.” He reaches under the table and gives Tommy’s hand a squeeze. “And, before we all start eating dinner, I just wanted to say . . . well, how very thankful I am you could all make it here tonight. It means a lot to me to be able to share the holidays with friends and family and I know it means even more to Tommy. If you had told me a year ago that I would be celebrating this holiday with . . . well, not only a boyfriend, but his parents and brother let alone that that boyfriend would be Tommy . . .” Billy feels his cheeks burning slightly. “Well, I would have undoubtedly found it difficult to comprehend. But, I’ve certainly never been happier to be wrong.”
He gives Tommy an affectionate gaze, which sets Tommy smiling. “Oh man,” he sighs. “I can’t even tell you guys what I was doing a year ago today.” He shakes his head. “I don’t even want to try to remember.” His hand tightens in Billy’s. “I certainly never dreamed . . . any of this. I owe so much to Billy.” His smile fades slightly as his tone grows more serious. “Some days I still find myself expecting to wake up and for all of this to have been a dream.” He trails off for a few seconds before refocusing. “To get Billy and friends-old and new-and to reconnect with my parents and to find out I have a brother.” He shakes his head, sending his shining curls bouncing. “It’s almost too much. I’m so thankful for everything.”
Margaret wipes the corner of her eye with her napkin. “I’m so happy. I spent several tearful Thanksgivings mourning the loss of our only son.” She takes Hank’s hand. “I had so many regrets. You’ve no idea the number. The things I would never be able to say to you, or the things I had said that I could never apologize for. I spent so many years thinking you were dead and we had driven you there.” She sniffs. “I’m so grateful to you, Billy, and the Power Rangers. At last I have my son back.”
Hank nods. “Tommy, we are so, so proud of you. You fell on such hard times and were alone so long, and yet here you are today, happy, healthy, recovering. I’m so grateful I get the chance to redeem myself for the way I treated you in the past.”
David blinks a little when he realizes everyone’s eyes have moved to him and he laughs softly. “About five years ago, I learned that I had a brother I never knew and likely never would. It’s the strangest feeling finding out about this huge part of your life so suddenly, and just as suddenly having it snatched away from you. I’m looking forward to finally getting to know my brother and I’m very grateful to all the hard work Billy’s put into rehabilitating him. For me, it especially means a lot to know I have more family out there.” He nods his head. “And if I’d known we’d end up having such a Thanksgiving feast, I would have found him a lot soon!”
The final line gives everyone a much needed chuckle.
“Here, here,” Billy says. “Eat up, everyone, please. There’s not enough room in my freezer for all these dishes to be leftovers!”
After dinner has been consumed and the plates deposited in the sink, Margaret reveals the scrumptious pie she prepared for the occasion. Billy drags two of the dining room chairs into the front room and has just settled down on the couch beside Tommy when his communicator gives off its haunting little chime.
“Not tonight.”
His eyes meet Tommy’s. Years of training tell him to get up and hide in his bedroom to answer it, but he resists. Raising his hand, he says, “Billy here.” That draws attention from the others.
“Hi, Billy!” Rocky cheerfully says. “Scared you, didn’t I!”
Every muscle in Billy’s body suddenly goes lax. “That would be a correct assertion.”
“Sorry! This just seemed easier. Adam and I were wondering if you were ready to have us over and, if so, could we teleport in?”
Billy’s so relieved he runs a hand through his hand and laughs. It's breaking so many rules and he joyfully doesn't care anymore. “Sure. Why not?”
“Great! We’ll be right there, then!”
Billy has just enough time to breathe a laugh and lean against Tommy before Adam and Rocky appear in the middle of the living room in a crackle of colored ozone. Rocky’s holding a bottle of dessert wine and Adam has a tray of cupcakes.
“Hi, everybody!” Rocky waves cheerfully.
Although Billy knows he should get to his feet to make proper introductions, leaving the comfort of the couch next to Tommy is entirely too much effort. “Rocky, Adam.” He nods his head. “Glad you could make it. Meet Hank and Margaret, Tommy’s parents, and David, his brother.”
“How do you do?” Adam politely says, setting the cupcakes down on the coffee table to shake each of their hands individually. Upon reaching David, his eyes widen. “Wow. You really do look just like him.”
Tommy grins. “Yeah. We’ve gotten that a few times. Mom, Dad, David, this is Rocky and Adam. You’ve seen them on TV as the Red and Black Rangers.”
Rocky brandishes his bottle. “We come bearing gifts! Wine and cupcakes!”
“They’re not very impressive,” Adam mildly says, “but the wine should be good.”
“Adam made them,” Rocky proudly says. “So they’re amazing.”
It’s good to see the two of them so amicable and together. Billy’s never before noticed what tense vibes Adam gave off, but does now that they’re gone. He looks-and feels-laid back and easy going, similar to the way used to be back in high school.
“You guys look great,” Tommy says, smiling. “Let me get you some glasses for the wine.” He grunts and pushes himself out of his seat.
Billy almost gives Tommy a warning call, but then holds his tongue. Tommy’s not going to pour himself anything to drink, and admonishing him for something he hasn’t done isn’t right.
“Hey Rocky,” David says, following them into the kitchen. “Tommy’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re into Kung Fu?”
Billy loses track of their conversation as Adam shuffles over.
“Hey, Billy.” He hesitates a moment, then sits down beside him. “I guess I owe you an apology.”
Billy makes himself sit up better. It’s considerably easier to do without Tommy’s warmth beside him, making him sink into the cushions. “I’m listening.”
Adam takes a deep breath. “I’ve been really out of line the last few weeks.” His eyes remain on Rocky moving around in the kitchen. “All the fame just went to my head. It was like all those years of being bullied and picked on for being small and insignificant were over and I could finally get my payback in. I thought the wrong things would make me happy and I ignored the things that actually did.” He sinks back onto the couch beside Billy, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve got it all figured out yet,” he glances over at Billy, “but I’m definitely a lot better. I'm getting there.”
Billy gives him a smile. “You don’t deserve Rocky, you know.”
Adam’s gaze drifts back to the kitchen, lingering. “Why didn’t you tell me that five years ago?”
“I didn’t know then, either.” Billy sighs. “By the time I realized it, it was already too late.” He nods. “So, I’ve got my Black Ranger back?”
“Yep.” He manages a crooked smile. “Not that I ever really left.”
Billy raises an eyebrow. “No more fabulous Hollywood parties?”
“Hmmm.” Adam crosses his arms. “Am I allowed if I take Rocky with me?”
Billy raises the other eyebrow. “Would you actually do that?”
“I’m thinking about it.” In the kitchen, Rocky finally gets the cork open and lets out a triumphant cry. He sets about pouring the wine into glasses. Adam lowers his voice. “Don’t go telling Rocky this yet, but I’m sort of at the point where I don’t care what people think. I’ll do an interview; maybe tell them I’m straight but in love with Rocky, and if they want to label that gay or bisexual or whatever, I don’t care. I just don’t care. It’s their problem, not mine. It’s not important.”
It’s an amazing revelation and leaves Billy grinning. “Excellent. I feel you’ve reached a very enlightened position. It’s good to have you back!” He tilts his head. “I have just one very important question.” He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “Did you really make those cupcakes?”
Adam laughs. “Yes. And they’re terrible. Rocky insisted we bring them. Please don’t feel obligated to eat one. If they’re not gone by the end of the night, I suggest we teleport them to Master Vile. If we’re very lucky, maybe he’ll choke on one.”
--
To Billy’s great relief, they have only one monster attack between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It gives him considerable time to work on upgrades in the Command Center and continue with some of the plans he wants to implement if the Ranger Academy gets off the ground. Even better, Rocky and Adam continue improving their relationship in leaps and bounds.
Adam sells the dojo, buys a much bigger, nicer one in Los Angeles and, to Billy’s surprise, hires Tommy on a full time teacher. If the students who train under him are disappointed they’re not being tended to by the Red or Black Rangers, he never hears about it.
He knows Kimberly is keeping busy in different ways, granting only the occasional educational speeches at schools and for certain charities, often with Aisha, who had granted many more, making an effort to get to inner city schools and youth centers whenever possible. Billy holds some regrets that he’s stayed largely out of the public eye and as a result has been dubbed the most mysterious Ranger, but between grant writing, meeting with heads of government, working on zords, Academy things and taking care of Tommy he has no time.
It’s a relief when Hank calls him one day and simply informs him that he and Tommy will be celebrating Christmas up in Oregon with them. There aren’t many people who can just tell Billy to do something, so it comes as something of a surprise when he realizes the Olivers are. If it were only for his own mental health, he’d likely decline, but knowing how important it is to Tommy makes that impossible.
When they arrive in Oregon and find David has been invited as well, and that the northern town is awash in powdery white snow, Billy’s suddenly very glad they came.
They’re not inside five minutes before Tommy pulls him under the mistletoe.
It’s the happiest Christmas Billy’s had since he was eight, before his mother died. The focus remains almost entirely on Tommy and his family, but as Billy basks in the light of the Oliver’s grand Christmas tree, sipping hot cider and listening to tales about ridiculous things Tommy did as a child, he knows deep down he’s getting as much out of this as Tommy.
They’re called away from building a snow fort on the Monday after Christmas. Margaret’s inside watching a very popular morning talk show, urgent that they come see.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“She doesn’t usually do shows the Monday after Christmas,” Margaret murmurs, one hand on her chest. “I was so surprised to tune in and see her on. I figured it must have been important. I was in for the shock of my life when I saw that nice quiet boy from Thanksgiving on the couch next to her.”
Billy redirects his attention to the television and is equally shocked to see Adam there, looking small and almost vulnerable on the talk show host's vast white couch.
“For those of you just joining us,” the talk show host says in her steady, melodic voice, “I’m here today with a very special guest. You may not recognize him out of his uniform or when he’s not wearing in the latest of celebrity fashion, but this is Adam Park. You all know him as the Black Ranger.” The audience applauds. “Adam,” she says, turning toward him, suddenly very serious, “you said that your announcement couldn’t wait until after the holidays; that you wanted to tell the world about this now.” She smiles. “What’s so important it couldn't wait?”
Adam isn't nervous. “I know my behavior since revealing my identity as a Power Ranger has been somewhat erratic. It’s been difficult transitioning from being this unknown guy working with computers to an overnight celebrity. I won't deny that let the fame go to my head and made some really bad choices. Worst of all, it made me treat the people who had stuck with me for all the years I wasn’t famous quite terribly. For that, I want to apologize to all of my friends, my family, my fellow Rangers.” He takes a deep breath. “Most of all, though, I want to apologize to the man I’ve been with for the last five years, my boyfriend, Rocky DeSantos.”
As the crowd on the television gasps and applauds again, Billy’s legs start to give out and he finds a seat on the edge of the couch, unable to take his eyes off the television.
He's doing it. Adam's actually doing it.
“That's quite a thing to have kept bottled inside you, Adam,” the hostess says, her voice full of compassion. “And I want you to know, we have a surprise of our own for you.”
The applause suddenly increases as the camera pans around, revealing Rocky as he steps out from backstage. There’s a shocked reaction shot on Adam, and then he’s on his feet, greeting Rocky with an amazing embrace. It lasts a full thirty seconds while the audience applause grows louder and louder.
Once they break apart, Adam says something softly to Rocky, wipes his eyes and then, taking Rocky’s hand, walks back to the couch where they sit down together.
“It’s heartbreaking to realize how difficult that must have been for you, on national-international-television,” the hostess says. “Difficult in a way that most couples can never imagine. How are you feeling right now?”
Adam’s eyes are moist, but he’s smiling. “I feel great.” He looks at Rocky and his smile tightens, as does his grip on Rocky’s hand.
Tommy sits beside Billy. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”
“Me either.” He takes Tommy’s hand in his own.
“Shhh,” Margaret hisses.
“I’ve been . . . I've identified as . . . the word we use is straight, all of my life,” Adam says. “I'm not even close to twenty-five and I’ve been with Rocky for the last five or six years. It’s been extremely difficult for me to reconcile that label and this relationship.”
“In Hollywood,” the hostess says, “they call that bisexuality.”
It earns a chuckle from the audience, and makes Adam smile slightly. “That may be for some people,” he says, and nods. “I think that’s how Rocky identifies. It’s not how I identify.”
“You identify as straight.”
“Yes.” He squeezes Rocky’s hand. “Despite being ridiculously in love with a man.” His voice wavers, the first sign of nervousness, and he picks up a glass of water on the small table between them and takes a sip. “I’m not saying that out of fear of homosexuality.” He laughs softly, calming himself. “In fact, I almost wish I did I identify as bisexual or gay. It might be easier to make people understand my point-of-view. I just can’t be what I’m not anymore. If people want to put labels on me, they can. I’ll be the Gay Ranger or the Korean Ranger or whatever they want, but to me, and with the people important to me, I’m just Adam.”
He’s surprised when that gets another round of applause.
“Rocky,” the hostess says. “How do you feel about all of this?”
Somehow, Rocky completely manages to avoid looking small or lost on the big white couch. “I’m speechless,” he says. “Adam’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but because of the way we treat people who don’t fit societal norms, there’s always been a very serious threat of losing him over my head, just because he wasn't comfortable with how society would treat him-us-if they 'found out'.”
“And you’re no longer worried about potential backlash from 'coming out' like this?”
“No. I’ve only ever concerned myself with what makes Adam happy. He wanted to do this and I support him fully.”
“And does your interest in Adam’s happiness mean you supported him when he was seen dating actress Scarlett Riley a few months ago?”
Rocky’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Yes.” A soft murmur runs through the audience. “Obviously I prefer this, but I wasn’t going to keep him from exploring what made him happy.”
Adam wipes his eyes again, shaking his head. “See? He loved me even when I didn’t deserve it. I treated you so badly.” He angles himself toward Rocky. “Never again. I promise.”
The interview goes on for a full hour, discussing not only Adam’s relationship with Rocky and Scarlett, but also how the Power Rangers operate, whether they’re friends outside of work, and whether or not Adam can shed any details about Billy's relationship with Tommy.
Adam gracefully declines the question, but Billy finds himself mulling over it long after the program has ended.
“Did you know Adam was going to do that interview?” Tommy asks when they’re in bed later that evening.
Billy stares up at the ceiling. “He once mentioned he might do something . . . but, I had no idea he was serious. Certainly no idea that it’d be anything like that.”
“It was so romantic.” Tommy fluffs up his pillow and reclines, hands behind his head. “I had no idea he could be so sensitive.”
“Adam’s actually quite sensitive.” He glances over. It’s hard to know if Tommy wants something similar from Billy. “He’s very romantic, as well.” Although he isn’t completely opposed to the idea, he and Tommy have only been together a matter of months. The need for such declarations just isn’t there, but he does feel great affection. Curling on his side, Billy nuzzles up close to Tommy. “This has easily been the best year of my life, you know, and it’s only been three months. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for next year.”
Smiling, Tommy drops one of his arms down around Billy. “Then, I’m going to be really pissed if this Y2K bug destroys the world.”
Laughing, Billy gives Tommy’s ribs a little tickle, causing him to squirm closer. “I’ve told you that’s a all concocted mess of nonsensical media hype. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Tommy reaches up to cup Billy’s face. “I never get tired of hearing that. Say it again.”
Billy kisses him gently. “Everything’s going to be fine.”