Irrationally Rational: Homesick (Multi-Fandom Crossover, K+)
Okay, so The Princess and the Frog is *adorable*. ♥ I laughed so hard I cried. Prince Naveen is hilariously awesome. And Tiana is a role model I actually approve of for my nieces and nephew. I can see why it's not going to be one of the big classics they were shooting for though, which makes me sad, because it really is a very sweet movie.
Also, Blue-ray is O.O. -Hugs Adam-
Oh, and apparently I should silence IM in the future while watching a movie. The pings were LOUD. o.O
But! That is not the point of this post. The point of this post is that after a day without net, I wrote things! Mostly Bridge-centered and one of them isn't ready to post yet, but hey, writing! And Bridge!
-May possibly be slightly hyper at the moment-
Anyway, on with the Crossover from Hell that I'm not sure more than one person is even reading! Whoot!
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers/Supernatural/Charmed/Thunderbirds/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Chronicles of Narnia
Pairings/: Leo/Kai
Rating/: K+
Disclaimer/: If I owned all of these fandoms, I and all my descendents would be living quite comfortably. Obviously I don't, as I currently live in an apartment and am forced to share a bedroom with my brother.
Summary/: He said they'd been chosen for a reason. He said they would fulfill his need for revenge, and then change the world. He said he'd given them a choice. He lied.
Warnings/: Non-cannon versions of most characters (Specifically Bright Skies AU Rangers), mentions of a Charmed OC (kinda) and future semi-AU Power of Three.
Author's Notes/: -Snuggles Bridge lots- So, I re-watched Once a Ranger to inspire myself for this fic.
That episode makes no fucking sense. It's awesome and I love it, but at the same time it's one giant plothole in and of itself. I mean, random powers being suddenly brought back to life? The Morphin Grid is electronic now, and you can teleport inside of it? Alpha 6 in a box? Thrax?
That being said, I managed to write this after I watched it. Because I love Bridge, and my personal cannon makes me want to cry for him every time I watch that episode now. -Glares at Adam- Oh, and for the record, Marshmallow will be explained. Eventually.
Homesick
There was something to be said for the year 2007. The air was fresher, somehow. Clearer. Or maybe it was just the difference between Newtech City and San Angeles.
Whatever it was, he didn't like it.
Well, to be fair, he did. The view from the Hartford mansion was pretty and all. More greenery than he usually got to see. And the lake was nice - he'd never been around water much growing up. And it wasn't like Grandpa - er, Mr. Hartford or the Overdrive Rangers weren't nice to him, or understanding about him staying a little longer than expected. If anything, they seemed thrilled to learn that he wasn't leaving just yet.
It just wasn't home.
It was hard, walking around and trying to smile at the people he'd known all his life, people he thought of as family, and not call them 'aunt' or 'uncle'. To see the parents of two of his best friends and not warn them about what was going to happen to them. To see Uncle Dax and not tell him to be careful, to keep him safe and alive. And man, they were all so *young*.
The older Rangers were harder. It was hard to smile at Aunt Tori, knowing that he would lose her one day. Aunt Kira too, but he hadn't known her as well. Uncle Xander was a trial because he wasn't used to seeing his face without the scar, and he had to fight not to stare at how young and open his expression seemed without it.
And then there was Adam.
He knew that Adam and Rocky had been having problems this year, with the dojo and each other. And Uncle Tommy introduced them to S.P.D. at some point this year, which meant they'd be trying to decide if they wanted to be a part of it or not. Mom would have just started studying for general practice, which meant Dad was still dancing ...
Bridge stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he leaned back on his hands. The truth was that he knew Adam was hurting, and angry at him for something he didn't understand, and every part of him just wanted to scream *Look* at me Dad can't you see don't you know who I *am*? And it hurt, because he had to stop himself no matter how much he wanted Adam to know. No matter how much he just ... he just wanted his dad to see him, and *know*.
And it scared him. Because either Adam was just mad at the world right now, and Bridge was a convenient target - and he hoped that was what it was - or there was something else that was making Adam dislike him so much. Something about *him*, about being himself, that Adam couldn't like, that Dad only liked because he was Dad. And if Dad only liked him because he was Dad and Adam couldn't like him because he was Bridge, did that mean that Dad really liked him at all? Or did he just *say* he did, because he was his son and he *had* to like him?
Time travel made his head hurt. He didn't get how Sky's brothers could deal with it all the time. He didn't get how Sky's whole *family* could deal with it all the time.
He missed Sky. He missed Marshmallow. He missed Ranger Squad slumber parties, and Charlie and Jack bickering, and having to watch Z and Syd flirt all the time, and Ran's soft laughter while Michael looked at them all like they were nuts, and James' bad jokes, and Sara shaking his head at them all. He missed the slight plastic taste of buttery synthetron toast, and having his squadmates make fun of him for it until Sky finally glared them all into silence. He missed his mom's hugs, and Heart crawling into his bed to cuddle whenever he came home for the night, and Dad's awful cookies, and Dad singing in Spanish, and Dad ...
He missed when he was Dad, and not Adam. He missed being able to say 'Dad', to be able to hug him, to tell him anything and know his dad was listening. To be able to babble and have him understand, not just stare at him like he was from another planet. He missed Dad being overprotective and defensive whenever somebody said something that hurt his feelings, because nobody hurt Dad's kids and got away with it.
He heard footsteps behind him, and smiled without opening his eyes. "Hi, Mack."
"How'd you know it was me?" Mack asked curiously, joining him on the back porch steps.
He raised a hand, wiggling his fingers.
"I thought you had to have your gloves off for that."
Mack sounded puzzled, and the tone made Bridge finally open his eyes again to look at him, shaking his head. "Yes and no. I can get a better reading with my gloves off, but certain auras I can recognize with them still on, especially if they're really strong." Or if I know the aura really well, he amended silently.
There was a moment of silence as Mack contemplated that. "Do I know you in the future?" he asked abruptly.
Well, Uncle Mack had never been subtle. Bridge personally considered it one of his better qualities. "I can't tell you about the future," he reminded him with a wry smile.
Mack gave him a measured look. "So you do, then."
Bridge's smile widened into a grin. "How do you figure?"
"Well, you're not actually saying no," Mack pointed out. "You just keep dodging the question, which means the answer's probably yes."
"I can't tell you about the future," Bridge repeated firmly, but he was still grinning. "Interesting reasoning, though."
"Uh huh." Mack eyed him carefully again. "So does that mean you know all of us?"
"All of who?" Bridge asked innocently, studying his fingernails.
"Oh, you're good," Mack said admiringly.
Bridge glanced up at him from under his eyelashes, offering a smile. "Is there any particular reason you wanted to know?" He suspected he already knew, but he'd rather hear it from Mack.
There was an awkward pause, and eventually Mack visibly swallowed. "Well ... this may sound stupid, but ... I just ... I guess I just wanted to make sure that, we're all *there* in your future, you know? I mean, with everything that's going on ... sometimes I wonder if we'll all make it."
His heart constricted painfully as his smile faded. "I can't tell you about your future, Mack," he said again, softer now.
Mack stared at him, stricken. "You mean ... We ... we don't - "
"Please don't ask me again," he interrupted, leaning forward to hug his knees. He stared across the yard, blinking hard for a moment. "It's not that I don't want to tell you anything ... I just ... I can't risk changing the good things by changing the bad ones, you know?"
"Not really," Mack said after a pause, frowning. "But I guess you'd know more about this stuff than I would."
Bridge let out a long sigh, resting his chin on his arms. "I have this friend," he said slowly. "This friend is very important to me and a lot of other people. But this friend was born because of certain circumstances. If I said something in this time that changes those circumstances, that friend might never be born. And if that friend is never born ... " He shuddered slightly, trying to picture a world without Z or Sophie.
"I guess I could see that," Mack agreed quietly. He hesitated. "Is your ... friend ... important to me?"
Bridge smiled faintly. "Which one?"
Mack started slightly. "You mean there's more than one?"
"I have a lot of friends," Bridge countered. "And there's a lot of people that are important to you."
Mack made a face at him. "That's just cheating."
"It's protecting my family," he corrected, glancing down at the morpher on his hip. Jack's morpher. He wondered if there would be any long-term affects from using it beyond the way it had already altered his aura slightly. He wondered how Jack would look in Green. He wondered how bad Sky was going to kill him when he got home after everyone found out they'd switched morphers and sent him in Jack's place. Or Aunt Kim for that matter.
He shuddered again at the thought.
A finger poked him in the side. "What are you thinking about?" Mack asked.
"Home," Bridge said truthfully.
Mack frowned slightly, looking a bit sympathetic. "I guess it's pretty hard being here, huh?"
His answering smile was bland. "You have no idea."
Mack fidgeted a little, tugging at his left sleeve. "So ... any idea why the Sentinel Knight said he can't send you home yet? I mean, the Jewels are protected now that we're Rangers again. Not that we're anxious to get rid of you or anything," he added hastily.
Bridge shook his head, smiling for real now. "It's okay. He just said that my job here wasn't done yet."
Mack frowned. "It's not?" he echoed, looking confused.
Bridge shrugged. "That's what he told me. He said when my job was finished, I'd go home." Of course, he might be a little mad since I'm not exactly the Red Ranger he was supposed to be getting, but.
"But I thought your job was to protect the Jewels."
"My job is to protect the past," Bridge corrected. "History shows that S.P.D. Red was here when you lost your Powers. *That's* why I came. I don't remember reading about being involved in anything beyond this mission, but since we're generally not allowed to read about our own past - or future, in this case - there might have been more I didn't see. So if the past isn't safe and the timeline isn't progressing the way it should be, then my job isn't done yet."
There was a long moment of silence as Mack considered this. "So ... do you know what's keeping you here, then?"
Bridge hesitated.
Mack's eyes were on him now, and he shook his head slowly. "Not exactly," he said at last. "I mean, I never read about anything in history that I was going to be involved in this year. But then like I said, I'm not allowed to read about my own past - er, future."
Mack was still looking at him, and he let out another sigh. "I don't know anything," he repeated. "But ... I have a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. Like, something major is happening bad feeling."
"Something major?" Mack looked at him oddly, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes. Bad feelings may be vague, but a Ranger with a Bad Feeling was never a good thing.
Bridge closed his eyes for a moment, at last looking up at the sky the way he'd been before Mack joined him. "Something dark is coming," he said softly. "Something bad. And whatever it is ... it's going to be a long fight to stop it."
"Any idea when?"
Bridge hugged his knees tighter as the feeling of foreboding swelled again. "Soon," he said finally.
Really soon.
Also, Blue-ray is O.O. -Hugs Adam-
Oh, and apparently I should silence IM in the future while watching a movie. The pings were LOUD. o.O
But! That is not the point of this post. The point of this post is that after a day without net, I wrote things! Mostly Bridge-centered and one of them isn't ready to post yet, but hey, writing! And Bridge!
-May possibly be slightly hyper at the moment-
Anyway, on with the Crossover from Hell that I'm not sure more than one person is even reading! Whoot!
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers/Supernatural/Charmed/Thunderbirds/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Chronicles of Narnia
Pairings/: Leo/Kai
Rating/: K+
Disclaimer/: If I owned all of these fandoms, I and all my descendents would be living quite comfortably. Obviously I don't, as I currently live in an apartment and am forced to share a bedroom with my brother.
Summary/: He said they'd been chosen for a reason. He said they would fulfill his need for revenge, and then change the world. He said he'd given them a choice. He lied.
Warnings/: Non-cannon versions of most characters (Specifically Bright Skies AU Rangers), mentions of a Charmed OC (kinda) and future semi-AU Power of Three.
Author's Notes/: -Snuggles Bridge lots- So, I re-watched Once a Ranger to inspire myself for this fic.
That episode makes no fucking sense. It's awesome and I love it, but at the same time it's one giant plothole in and of itself. I mean, random powers being suddenly brought back to life? The Morphin Grid is electronic now, and you can teleport inside of it? Alpha 6 in a box? Thrax?
That being said, I managed to write this after I watched it. Because I love Bridge, and my personal cannon makes me want to cry for him every time I watch that episode now. -Glares at Adam- Oh, and for the record, Marshmallow will be explained. Eventually.
Homesick
There was something to be said for the year 2007. The air was fresher, somehow. Clearer. Or maybe it was just the difference between Newtech City and San Angeles.
Whatever it was, he didn't like it.
Well, to be fair, he did. The view from the Hartford mansion was pretty and all. More greenery than he usually got to see. And the lake was nice - he'd never been around water much growing up. And it wasn't like Grandpa - er, Mr. Hartford or the Overdrive Rangers weren't nice to him, or understanding about him staying a little longer than expected. If anything, they seemed thrilled to learn that he wasn't leaving just yet.
It just wasn't home.
It was hard, walking around and trying to smile at the people he'd known all his life, people he thought of as family, and not call them 'aunt' or 'uncle'. To see the parents of two of his best friends and not warn them about what was going to happen to them. To see Uncle Dax and not tell him to be careful, to keep him safe and alive. And man, they were all so *young*.
The older Rangers were harder. It was hard to smile at Aunt Tori, knowing that he would lose her one day. Aunt Kira too, but he hadn't known her as well. Uncle Xander was a trial because he wasn't used to seeing his face without the scar, and he had to fight not to stare at how young and open his expression seemed without it.
And then there was Adam.
He knew that Adam and Rocky had been having problems this year, with the dojo and each other. And Uncle Tommy introduced them to S.P.D. at some point this year, which meant they'd be trying to decide if they wanted to be a part of it or not. Mom would have just started studying for general practice, which meant Dad was still dancing ...
Bridge stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he leaned back on his hands. The truth was that he knew Adam was hurting, and angry at him for something he didn't understand, and every part of him just wanted to scream *Look* at me Dad can't you see don't you know who I *am*? And it hurt, because he had to stop himself no matter how much he wanted Adam to know. No matter how much he just ... he just wanted his dad to see him, and *know*.
And it scared him. Because either Adam was just mad at the world right now, and Bridge was a convenient target - and he hoped that was what it was - or there was something else that was making Adam dislike him so much. Something about *him*, about being himself, that Adam couldn't like, that Dad only liked because he was Dad. And if Dad only liked him because he was Dad and Adam couldn't like him because he was Bridge, did that mean that Dad really liked him at all? Or did he just *say* he did, because he was his son and he *had* to like him?
Time travel made his head hurt. He didn't get how Sky's brothers could deal with it all the time. He didn't get how Sky's whole *family* could deal with it all the time.
He missed Sky. He missed Marshmallow. He missed Ranger Squad slumber parties, and Charlie and Jack bickering, and having to watch Z and Syd flirt all the time, and Ran's soft laughter while Michael looked at them all like they were nuts, and James' bad jokes, and Sara shaking his head at them all. He missed the slight plastic taste of buttery synthetron toast, and having his squadmates make fun of him for it until Sky finally glared them all into silence. He missed his mom's hugs, and Heart crawling into his bed to cuddle whenever he came home for the night, and Dad's awful cookies, and Dad singing in Spanish, and Dad ...
He missed when he was Dad, and not Adam. He missed being able to say 'Dad', to be able to hug him, to tell him anything and know his dad was listening. To be able to babble and have him understand, not just stare at him like he was from another planet. He missed Dad being overprotective and defensive whenever somebody said something that hurt his feelings, because nobody hurt Dad's kids and got away with it.
He heard footsteps behind him, and smiled without opening his eyes. "Hi, Mack."
"How'd you know it was me?" Mack asked curiously, joining him on the back porch steps.
He raised a hand, wiggling his fingers.
"I thought you had to have your gloves off for that."
Mack sounded puzzled, and the tone made Bridge finally open his eyes again to look at him, shaking his head. "Yes and no. I can get a better reading with my gloves off, but certain auras I can recognize with them still on, especially if they're really strong." Or if I know the aura really well, he amended silently.
There was a moment of silence as Mack contemplated that. "Do I know you in the future?" he asked abruptly.
Well, Uncle Mack had never been subtle. Bridge personally considered it one of his better qualities. "I can't tell you about the future," he reminded him with a wry smile.
Mack gave him a measured look. "So you do, then."
Bridge's smile widened into a grin. "How do you figure?"
"Well, you're not actually saying no," Mack pointed out. "You just keep dodging the question, which means the answer's probably yes."
"I can't tell you about the future," Bridge repeated firmly, but he was still grinning. "Interesting reasoning, though."
"Uh huh." Mack eyed him carefully again. "So does that mean you know all of us?"
"All of who?" Bridge asked innocently, studying his fingernails.
"Oh, you're good," Mack said admiringly.
Bridge glanced up at him from under his eyelashes, offering a smile. "Is there any particular reason you wanted to know?" He suspected he already knew, but he'd rather hear it from Mack.
There was an awkward pause, and eventually Mack visibly swallowed. "Well ... this may sound stupid, but ... I just ... I guess I just wanted to make sure that, we're all *there* in your future, you know? I mean, with everything that's going on ... sometimes I wonder if we'll all make it."
His heart constricted painfully as his smile faded. "I can't tell you about your future, Mack," he said again, softer now.
Mack stared at him, stricken. "You mean ... We ... we don't - "
"Please don't ask me again," he interrupted, leaning forward to hug his knees. He stared across the yard, blinking hard for a moment. "It's not that I don't want to tell you anything ... I just ... I can't risk changing the good things by changing the bad ones, you know?"
"Not really," Mack said after a pause, frowning. "But I guess you'd know more about this stuff than I would."
Bridge let out a long sigh, resting his chin on his arms. "I have this friend," he said slowly. "This friend is very important to me and a lot of other people. But this friend was born because of certain circumstances. If I said something in this time that changes those circumstances, that friend might never be born. And if that friend is never born ... " He shuddered slightly, trying to picture a world without Z or Sophie.
"I guess I could see that," Mack agreed quietly. He hesitated. "Is your ... friend ... important to me?"
Bridge smiled faintly. "Which one?"
Mack started slightly. "You mean there's more than one?"
"I have a lot of friends," Bridge countered. "And there's a lot of people that are important to you."
Mack made a face at him. "That's just cheating."
"It's protecting my family," he corrected, glancing down at the morpher on his hip. Jack's morpher. He wondered if there would be any long-term affects from using it beyond the way it had already altered his aura slightly. He wondered how Jack would look in Green. He wondered how bad Sky was going to kill him when he got home after everyone found out they'd switched morphers and sent him in Jack's place. Or Aunt Kim for that matter.
He shuddered again at the thought.
A finger poked him in the side. "What are you thinking about?" Mack asked.
"Home," Bridge said truthfully.
Mack frowned slightly, looking a bit sympathetic. "I guess it's pretty hard being here, huh?"
His answering smile was bland. "You have no idea."
Mack fidgeted a little, tugging at his left sleeve. "So ... any idea why the Sentinel Knight said he can't send you home yet? I mean, the Jewels are protected now that we're Rangers again. Not that we're anxious to get rid of you or anything," he added hastily.
Bridge shook his head, smiling for real now. "It's okay. He just said that my job here wasn't done yet."
Mack frowned. "It's not?" he echoed, looking confused.
Bridge shrugged. "That's what he told me. He said when my job was finished, I'd go home." Of course, he might be a little mad since I'm not exactly the Red Ranger he was supposed to be getting, but.
"But I thought your job was to protect the Jewels."
"My job is to protect the past," Bridge corrected. "History shows that S.P.D. Red was here when you lost your Powers. *That's* why I came. I don't remember reading about being involved in anything beyond this mission, but since we're generally not allowed to read about our own past - or future, in this case - there might have been more I didn't see. So if the past isn't safe and the timeline isn't progressing the way it should be, then my job isn't done yet."
There was a long moment of silence as Mack considered this. "So ... do you know what's keeping you here, then?"
Bridge hesitated.
Mack's eyes were on him now, and he shook his head slowly. "Not exactly," he said at last. "I mean, I never read about anything in history that I was going to be involved in this year. But then like I said, I'm not allowed to read about my own past - er, future."
Mack was still looking at him, and he let out another sigh. "I don't know anything," he repeated. "But ... I have a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. Like, something major is happening bad feeling."
"Something major?" Mack looked at him oddly, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes. Bad feelings may be vague, but a Ranger with a Bad Feeling was never a good thing.
Bridge closed his eyes for a moment, at last looking up at the sky the way he'd been before Mack joined him. "Something dark is coming," he said softly. "Something bad. And whatever it is ... it's going to be a long fight to stop it."
"Any idea when?"
Bridge hugged his knees tighter as the feeling of foreboding swelled again. "Soon," he said finally.
Really soon.