Beautiful Fighter (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Billy/Finster, G)
Title: Beautiful Fighter
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,771
Prompt: - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Billy/Finster: forced to build something together, the joy of creation - "beautiful fighter"
A/N: None
"Let me go!" Billy struggled, caught between Goldar and Scorpina.
"Mmmm." Still in her human form, the shapely mutant leaned forward to stroke the Blue Ranger's helmeted cheek with the palm of her free hand. "I think I'll keep this one as a pet."
"He's mine." Goldar jerked on the arm he held, pulling Billy from the scorpion woman's grasp.
Pain lanced through his arm, up through his shoulder, but Billy ignored it in his turn and kick. He caught the monkey off guard, planted a foot in his chest, and launched himself backward into a run.
And straight into Rita, who stood several paces off watching the entire scene with a smirk.
"Out of the frying pan, Blue Ranger," she laughed, "and into the fire?"
Activating his communicator, Billy called, "Zordon! Zordon, get me out of..."
A thump at the base of his skull sent a rumble through his helmet. Pain blossomed inside his skull. The world went gray and then black and he pitched forward, landing face plate first on the rocky ground.
#
The floor was smooth against his unmorphed cheek, black beneath him, and oozing a thick fog that made him cough. He waited until the pounding that echoed through his head subsided to a dull ache and then pushed himself into a sit.
Candles burned around the perimeter of the seemingly endless room, casting light into the center where he sat. Heavy silence blanketed the chamber. As far as he could tell, he was alone.
"Hello?" No sense borrowing trouble, but it would be nice to know where he stood.
Shadows shifted in sudden movement to his right and Billy rose into a crouch. His vision blurred--the world grayed--and he slowed until the room stopped spinning around him.
"Who's there?" he demanded, standing. "What do you want?"
There was a long moment of silence before an alien head poked into the circle of light. The creature shuffled forward, movements hesitant, hands clasped before him.
"Finster." He spat out the name, resisted the urge to move away. He'd never seen the little monster-maker fight up close, but knew he'd been at the heart of every monster Rita had thrown their way.
"Please, Blue Ranger." Finster stopped, wringing his hands. "I need your help."
"My help?" Billy resisted the urge to laugh. "That's why Rita brought me here?" Why I'm not dead yet. "Because you need my help?"
Finster flinched when Billy's voice echoed through the room. Maybe it did have walls after all.
"Sh-h-h." He looked over his shoulder, his expression guarded. "My Mistress doesn't know I'm here."
Billy regarded the alien with interest in spite of the doubt he had that the monster-maker was telling the truth. He was up to something, and that something was undoubtedly a way to get information.
"What do you want?"
Finster gestured him forward as he backed out of the light. "I know a way out of here. If you help me, I'll make sure you get back to your friends."
#
It was hardly a technological wonder, but the workshop was big and filled with equipment Billy had never seen. Given Rita's magical propensity, he had the uneasy feeling that a lot of it worked on properties with which he was unfamiliar, but Finster' s excitement at having him there gave him some hope that he'd be able to figure the equipment out and find a way back to Zordon and the others.
She was there, in the center of the lab, and the only reason he could figure he hadn't seen her before was the fact that she seemed so small and vulnerable there in the middle of all the equipment and cords that snaked around her. There was something almost humanoid about her, but the odd flute of her ears, the large round eyes and small lips were definitely as alien as the faint blue tint to her rose petal soft skin. Filmy blue and purple robes covered her petite figure, but Billy didn't miss the fact that she had curves in all the right places and maybe an extra curve or two where it really counted.
Finster joined him at receptacle on which she lay. "We found her..." His voice cracked. "She looks like she just...fell asleep."
"What happened..." Billy broke off, not sure he really wanted to know.
"Rita wants me to make her a monster, but with your help..." Finster looked to him with hope in his wide eyes. "I want to free her, Blue Ranger. I want to set her free."
Billy looked away from the monster-maker, to the alien woman who obviously meant so much to him. "My name's not Blue Ranger. It's Billy. And, how do I know..."
"I was once like her." Finster laid one clawed hand across her delicate hand, wrapped his gnarled digits around her slender fingers. "Until Rita came and conquered our world like she plans to conquer yours."
"How can you help her?" Anger burned in Billy's veins. "If she destroyed your world, if you know what's going to happen to ours..."
"She always promised we'd find her--Angelina--and..." Shoulders slumped, head bowed, Finster turned away.
"She went back on her word." Somehow, it wasn't surprising. But, knowing that she turned on her own people...well, that was something Zordon might be able to use to their advantage. "We can take her to Zordon. He'll know..."
"There's no time." Finster made his way around her bed, checked readouts and digital scans. "She doesn't have...long...left. When I heard they'd brought you here, I thought..."
"I'm a man of science." It hurt to say, hurt to know the alien lying between them had been the source of Rita's blackmail over Finster for who knew how long. "I don't know anything about magic or...bringing people back again."
"And, I'm a monster maker...a...man...of magic now, when I was once a man of science...like you. I can remember fragments...bits and pieces of my former life...but I can't work the mechanics necessary to repair the damage she took. If you can fix her, Billy of Earth, I can do what it takes to bring her back."
#
Though the equipment was old and hadn't been used in centuries, according to Finster, it was unlike anything Billy had ever seen. And, yet, it was like he'd been familiar with it all his life. Metallic components and electric robotic circuits came to life beneath his fingertips, making him wonder if something in his connection with the morphin grid recognized the technology and gifted him with the ability to create life with it.
Finster hovered around him, around Angelina, and Billy could feel magic charge the air around them. He never looked up from his work, never spoke a word to the alien, and yet he felt a strange connection with him that he'd have never thought possible.
"It's time," the monster maker announced as Billy finished the last adjustment on the last implant that would take the place of body parts damaged beyond repair.
Billy nodded and stepped out of the way, tried not to watch while Finster completed what he'd started and implanted the tiny components into the woman he'd loved so long before. When he was finished, he turned, wiping his hands on his apron.
"I'll show you the way out now."
"Wait." Billy glanced back at the fallen alien, no closer to moving, that he could tell, than she had been before. "What about..."
"We've done..." Finster's voice cracked. "You and I, we've done all we could do. It just...wasn't...the magic wasn't powerful enough to bring her back like I'd thought it would do."
"Isn't there...what if...there's got to be something we can do."
The monster maker licked his lips and looked at the ground between them. "There's nothing here for me without her, no reason to follow Rita still."
"No, you can't." He couldn't let Finster destroy himself for grief...or for love. "Come with me. If you bring her, we'll find a way..."
"There's not enough magic." Finster raised his eyes. The hint of a smile played across his lips. "But there's enough love, Billy, inside me, to bring her back."
"What do you..." Billy shook his head. "I don't under..."
"If I transfer my life energy into her, she can live again." He clasped Billy's hands in his. "You'll take her with you? Make sure she's safe?"
When Finster made to pull away, Billy held onto one of his hands, while he forced his power coin to manifest in the other. "We'll do this together, Finster, and when we're done, we'll all go. Deal?"
Tears gathered in the alien's eyes. "You would do this for someone who's tried to destroy you, someone who..."
"It's what makes me a Ranger. It's why I fight against Rita, try to protect everything she's out to destroy."
It started with a warm flush that raised sweat across his skin, but by the time the air glowed blue around them, nausea had risen in the pit of Billy's stomach and Finster had grown unsteady on his feet. Finster gripped Angelina's nearest hand, intertwined his fingers with his.
"If this doesn't work," he said, "you've got to get out." He looked toward a darkness Billy hadn't noticed in the corner of the lab. "There's a portal there. It'll take you back to the spot they took you. You'll have only minutes before Rita discovers you're gone and sends them after you again."
"It's going to work." Billy drew more energy from his power coin.
He resisted the first touch of teleportation beam when it attempted to wrap around him, tightened his grip around Finster's hand when it grew more insistent. The room faded around him, but he could feel them--Finster and Angelina--as they joined with him and the beam dragged them from the moon.
#
Though the morphin grid had already replenished the power he'd lost by the time they materialized in the heart of the Control Room, Billy couldn't help but feel that the energy transfer had left him somehow different, somehow...changed.
It only took one look into Angelina's eyes for him to realize the change in him was her. She was beautiful standing there in her armor of pale blue. It was only a shade darker than her skin and the puffs of hair that billowed to frame her face.
Finster wrapped one arm around her while he pumped Billy's hand with the other. "We did it! You saved her." Releasing Billy, he wrapped both arms around his love. "How I've missed you, my beautiful, beautiful fighter."
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,771
Prompt: - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Billy/Finster: forced to build something together, the joy of creation - "beautiful fighter"
A/N: None
"Let me go!" Billy struggled, caught between Goldar and Scorpina.
"Mmmm." Still in her human form, the shapely mutant leaned forward to stroke the Blue Ranger's helmeted cheek with the palm of her free hand. "I think I'll keep this one as a pet."
"He's mine." Goldar jerked on the arm he held, pulling Billy from the scorpion woman's grasp.
Pain lanced through his arm, up through his shoulder, but Billy ignored it in his turn and kick. He caught the monkey off guard, planted a foot in his chest, and launched himself backward into a run.
And straight into Rita, who stood several paces off watching the entire scene with a smirk.
"Out of the frying pan, Blue Ranger," she laughed, "and into the fire?"
Activating his communicator, Billy called, "Zordon! Zordon, get me out of..."
A thump at the base of his skull sent a rumble through his helmet. Pain blossomed inside his skull. The world went gray and then black and he pitched forward, landing face plate first on the rocky ground.
#
The floor was smooth against his unmorphed cheek, black beneath him, and oozing a thick fog that made him cough. He waited until the pounding that echoed through his head subsided to a dull ache and then pushed himself into a sit.
Candles burned around the perimeter of the seemingly endless room, casting light into the center where he sat. Heavy silence blanketed the chamber. As far as he could tell, he was alone.
"Hello?" No sense borrowing trouble, but it would be nice to know where he stood.
Shadows shifted in sudden movement to his right and Billy rose into a crouch. His vision blurred--the world grayed--and he slowed until the room stopped spinning around him.
"Who's there?" he demanded, standing. "What do you want?"
There was a long moment of silence before an alien head poked into the circle of light. The creature shuffled forward, movements hesitant, hands clasped before him.
"Finster." He spat out the name, resisted the urge to move away. He'd never seen the little monster-maker fight up close, but knew he'd been at the heart of every monster Rita had thrown their way.
"Please, Blue Ranger." Finster stopped, wringing his hands. "I need your help."
"My help?" Billy resisted the urge to laugh. "That's why Rita brought me here?" Why I'm not dead yet. "Because you need my help?"
Finster flinched when Billy's voice echoed through the room. Maybe it did have walls after all.
"Sh-h-h." He looked over his shoulder, his expression guarded. "My Mistress doesn't know I'm here."
Billy regarded the alien with interest in spite of the doubt he had that the monster-maker was telling the truth. He was up to something, and that something was undoubtedly a way to get information.
"What do you want?"
Finster gestured him forward as he backed out of the light. "I know a way out of here. If you help me, I'll make sure you get back to your friends."
#
It was hardly a technological wonder, but the workshop was big and filled with equipment Billy had never seen. Given Rita's magical propensity, he had the uneasy feeling that a lot of it worked on properties with which he was unfamiliar, but Finster' s excitement at having him there gave him some hope that he'd be able to figure the equipment out and find a way back to Zordon and the others.
She was there, in the center of the lab, and the only reason he could figure he hadn't seen her before was the fact that she seemed so small and vulnerable there in the middle of all the equipment and cords that snaked around her. There was something almost humanoid about her, but the odd flute of her ears, the large round eyes and small lips were definitely as alien as the faint blue tint to her rose petal soft skin. Filmy blue and purple robes covered her petite figure, but Billy didn't miss the fact that she had curves in all the right places and maybe an extra curve or two where it really counted.
Finster joined him at receptacle on which she lay. "We found her..." His voice cracked. "She looks like she just...fell asleep."
"What happened..." Billy broke off, not sure he really wanted to know.
"Rita wants me to make her a monster, but with your help..." Finster looked to him with hope in his wide eyes. "I want to free her, Blue Ranger. I want to set her free."
Billy looked away from the monster-maker, to the alien woman who obviously meant so much to him. "My name's not Blue Ranger. It's Billy. And, how do I know..."
"I was once like her." Finster laid one clawed hand across her delicate hand, wrapped his gnarled digits around her slender fingers. "Until Rita came and conquered our world like she plans to conquer yours."
"How can you help her?" Anger burned in Billy's veins. "If she destroyed your world, if you know what's going to happen to ours..."
"She always promised we'd find her--Angelina--and..." Shoulders slumped, head bowed, Finster turned away.
"She went back on her word." Somehow, it wasn't surprising. But, knowing that she turned on her own people...well, that was something Zordon might be able to use to their advantage. "We can take her to Zordon. He'll know..."
"There's no time." Finster made his way around her bed, checked readouts and digital scans. "She doesn't have...long...left. When I heard they'd brought you here, I thought..."
"I'm a man of science." It hurt to say, hurt to know the alien lying between them had been the source of Rita's blackmail over Finster for who knew how long. "I don't know anything about magic or...bringing people back again."
"And, I'm a monster maker...a...man...of magic now, when I was once a man of science...like you. I can remember fragments...bits and pieces of my former life...but I can't work the mechanics necessary to repair the damage she took. If you can fix her, Billy of Earth, I can do what it takes to bring her back."
#
Though the equipment was old and hadn't been used in centuries, according to Finster, it was unlike anything Billy had ever seen. And, yet, it was like he'd been familiar with it all his life. Metallic components and electric robotic circuits came to life beneath his fingertips, making him wonder if something in his connection with the morphin grid recognized the technology and gifted him with the ability to create life with it.
Finster hovered around him, around Angelina, and Billy could feel magic charge the air around them. He never looked up from his work, never spoke a word to the alien, and yet he felt a strange connection with him that he'd have never thought possible.
"It's time," the monster maker announced as Billy finished the last adjustment on the last implant that would take the place of body parts damaged beyond repair.
Billy nodded and stepped out of the way, tried not to watch while Finster completed what he'd started and implanted the tiny components into the woman he'd loved so long before. When he was finished, he turned, wiping his hands on his apron.
"I'll show you the way out now."
"Wait." Billy glanced back at the fallen alien, no closer to moving, that he could tell, than she had been before. "What about..."
"We've done..." Finster's voice cracked. "You and I, we've done all we could do. It just...wasn't...the magic wasn't powerful enough to bring her back like I'd thought it would do."
"Isn't there...what if...there's got to be something we can do."
The monster maker licked his lips and looked at the ground between them. "There's nothing here for me without her, no reason to follow Rita still."
"No, you can't." He couldn't let Finster destroy himself for grief...or for love. "Come with me. If you bring her, we'll find a way..."
"There's not enough magic." Finster raised his eyes. The hint of a smile played across his lips. "But there's enough love, Billy, inside me, to bring her back."
"What do you..." Billy shook his head. "I don't under..."
"If I transfer my life energy into her, she can live again." He clasped Billy's hands in his. "You'll take her with you? Make sure she's safe?"
When Finster made to pull away, Billy held onto one of his hands, while he forced his power coin to manifest in the other. "We'll do this together, Finster, and when we're done, we'll all go. Deal?"
Tears gathered in the alien's eyes. "You would do this for someone who's tried to destroy you, someone who..."
"It's what makes me a Ranger. It's why I fight against Rita, try to protect everything she's out to destroy."
It started with a warm flush that raised sweat across his skin, but by the time the air glowed blue around them, nausea had risen in the pit of Billy's stomach and Finster had grown unsteady on his feet. Finster gripped Angelina's nearest hand, intertwined his fingers with his.
"If this doesn't work," he said, "you've got to get out." He looked toward a darkness Billy hadn't noticed in the corner of the lab. "There's a portal there. It'll take you back to the spot they took you. You'll have only minutes before Rita discovers you're gone and sends them after you again."
"It's going to work." Billy drew more energy from his power coin.
He resisted the first touch of teleportation beam when it attempted to wrap around him, tightened his grip around Finster's hand when it grew more insistent. The room faded around him, but he could feel them--Finster and Angelina--as they joined with him and the beam dragged them from the moon.
#
Though the morphin grid had already replenished the power he'd lost by the time they materialized in the heart of the Control Room, Billy couldn't help but feel that the energy transfer had left him somehow different, somehow...changed.
It only took one look into Angelina's eyes for him to realize the change in him was her. She was beautiful standing there in her armor of pale blue. It was only a shade darker than her skin and the puffs of hair that billowed to frame her face.
Finster wrapped one arm around her while he pumped Billy's hand with the other. "We did it! You saved her." Releasing Billy, he wrapped both arms around his love. "How I've missed you, my beautiful, beautiful fighter."