Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #5: Dead Last, T)
This is totally
hagar_972's fault. She said all Ranger Teams should have a pet, and somehow that became 'Eric needs a cat' in my head. So this one's for you, Hagar. ^_~
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers Time Force moving into S.P.D., multiple Rangers from each season
Characters/: Wes (Time Force), multiple Rangers from other teams (Literally too many to list)
Pairings/: Post - Wes/Eric, Rocky/Adam/ Shane/Dustin, Hunter/Cam/ Carter/Dana, Andros/Ashley, Zhane/Karone, Carlos/Ronny, Jason/Taylor, Conner/Ethan, Justin/Rose, Tommy/Kimberly, Tyzonn/Mack, Cassie/OC, Nick/Maddison, Zack/Aisha, Trent/Kira, Post - Billy/Crestria. Future Ryan/Carter and Billy/Hayley. More couples will most likely be mentioned, but not shown.
prompt/: #5: Dead Last
Rating/: T (For non - graphic mentions of people having babies and being violent with one another)
Disclaimer/: I don't own the Power Rangers, but if Disney's hiring any new writers I volunteer.
Summary/: When Wes' life starts to fall apart, an accident gives him a chance at a fresh start in New Tech City, with Space Partol Delta. But even a new life has its ups and downs - and weird friends. Meanwhile, Eric tries to move on.
Warnings/: A mentally handicapped person living in a medical facility, angst, male and female slash, non - cemented couples (In otherwords, pairings that will be separated), children created by scientific means
Author's Notes/: In which Eric gets adopted by a cat.
The first time he noticed it, he was trying to leave for work. It was five o'clock in the morning and still dark out, so the flash of white caught his eye under the streetlight. He watched it stare back at him before darting into a bush.
One of *his* bushes.
He debated chasing it away, decided he really didn't have time for it, and headed for work.
****
It was watching him again.
He scowled back through the window over his coffee cup. That stupid cat had been hiding around his house for over a week. Almost like it was expecting something.
Well it could just keep waiting. He didn't need a cat, didn't want a cat. Couldn't afford it when he had enough bills to pay.
It'd probably just try to eat his birds anyway.
****
"Fine!" he shouted, nearly slamming down the plate down on the front step. It wasn't much - just some leftover beef from dinner. He just through it into the microwave long enough to make sure it wasn't growing anything. "Here! Eat it and shut up!"
He slammed the door behind him.
When he looked out the window again later, the plate was empty and the cat hadn't meowed in over two hours. Instead it was sitting near the streetlight again, watching him. He scowled and went to get his plate.
****
"Sir ... ?"
He glanced back over his shoulder, startled. "Wilson? I didn't know you shopped here."
"It's my day off, Sir," the young man told him, standing at attention regardless of the fact that they were both off duty and in the middle of a grocery store. "I didn't know you had a cat."
He frowned, glancing down at the bag of cat food in his arms. "I don't."
Wilson looked puzzled. "Then why ... ?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
****
He stared out the window at the rain. Fit his mood at least, even if he hated the rain now. He didn't used to, but things had changed since ...
He frowned, squinting. There was something small, white, and round huddled in his bushes again. It had to be that stupid cat.
He hesitated.
"All right, just this once," he muttered, heading for the door.
It didn't take much to get it inside. He opened the door, called out "Here, kitty, kitty," and stepped aside. In less than five minutes, there was a streak of white, and he shut the door behind it.
"Just this once, you hear me?" he demanded, searching for a towel. "You're not moving in. And the minute you go after those birds, you're back outside." He paused. "I'm talking to a cat." He groaned and hit his head against his palm. "I need therapy," he muttered.
The cat watched him from a corner, shivering.
****
He laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Three months without Wes, and nothing in his life had changed. It was back to the way things had been when he'd first moved to Silver Hills: he worked all day, went home and worked out, ate dinner, and stared at the walls before it was time for bed.
Things had been different with Wes. There had been surprise ambushes in the locker room at work. Being dragged out for lunch. Missing his workouts entirely because *someone* kept distracting him. Trying to focus on eating when food was being stolen off his plate. Ambushed again after dinner, no matter how many times he complained about it - not that he minded as much as he said he did. Laying in bed when it was still too early to sleep, Wes in his arms talking about things he really didn't care about while he watched the expressions he made and pretended he was paying attention.
He sighed, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
Something landed on his legs.
He looked up just in time to see the stupid cat settling down. Great. Now he was going to have cat hair all over his pants. The cat stared at him in return with a look that almost dared him to shove it off his lap.
He sighed again, reaching out to scratch her ears. "Nobody wants you either, do they?" he murmured, listening to her purr.
He rubbed under her chin, watching her eyes. One blue, one green - not everyone wanted a cat with mismatched eyes. Even after he'd cleaned her up, her white fur had never been silky. It was actually quite soft, but it somehow always looked matted even though it wasn't.
"A rude jerk that chased away his own boyfriend, and a cat who can't look clean. We're a pair, aren't we?" he said softly.
The cat bumped her head against his hand, purring louder.
"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back. "We're a pair."
hagar_972's fault. She said all Ranger Teams should have a pet, and somehow that became 'Eric needs a cat' in my head. So this one's for you, Hagar. ^_~
Author/: Tsukino Akume
Fandom/: Power Rangers Time Force moving into S.P.D., multiple Rangers from each season
Characters/: Wes (Time Force), multiple Rangers from other teams (Literally too many to list)
Pairings/: Post - Wes/Eric, Rocky/Adam/ Shane/Dustin, Hunter/Cam/ Carter/Dana, Andros/Ashley, Zhane/Karone, Carlos/Ronny, Jason/Taylor, Conner/Ethan, Justin/Rose, Tommy/Kimberly, Tyzonn/Mack, Cassie/OC, Nick/Maddison, Zack/Aisha, Trent/Kira, Post - Billy/Crestria. Future Ryan/Carter and Billy/Hayley. More couples will most likely be mentioned, but not shown.
prompt/: #5: Dead Last
Rating/: T (For non - graphic mentions of people having babies and being violent with one another)
Disclaimer/: I don't own the Power Rangers, but if Disney's hiring any new writers I volunteer.
Summary/: When Wes' life starts to fall apart, an accident gives him a chance at a fresh start in New Tech City, with Space Partol Delta. But even a new life has its ups and downs - and weird friends. Meanwhile, Eric tries to move on.
Warnings/: A mentally handicapped person living in a medical facility, angst, male and female slash, non - cemented couples (In otherwords, pairings that will be separated), children created by scientific means
Author's Notes/: In which Eric gets adopted by a cat.
The first time he noticed it, he was trying to leave for work. It was five o'clock in the morning and still dark out, so the flash of white caught his eye under the streetlight. He watched it stare back at him before darting into a bush.
One of *his* bushes.
He debated chasing it away, decided he really didn't have time for it, and headed for work.
****
It was watching him again.
He scowled back through the window over his coffee cup. That stupid cat had been hiding around his house for over a week. Almost like it was expecting something.
Well it could just keep waiting. He didn't need a cat, didn't want a cat. Couldn't afford it when he had enough bills to pay.
It'd probably just try to eat his birds anyway.
****
"Fine!" he shouted, nearly slamming down the plate down on the front step. It wasn't much - just some leftover beef from dinner. He just through it into the microwave long enough to make sure it wasn't growing anything. "Here! Eat it and shut up!"
He slammed the door behind him.
When he looked out the window again later, the plate was empty and the cat hadn't meowed in over two hours. Instead it was sitting near the streetlight again, watching him. He scowled and went to get his plate.
****
"Sir ... ?"
He glanced back over his shoulder, startled. "Wilson? I didn't know you shopped here."
"It's my day off, Sir," the young man told him, standing at attention regardless of the fact that they were both off duty and in the middle of a grocery store. "I didn't know you had a cat."
He frowned, glancing down at the bag of cat food in his arms. "I don't."
Wilson looked puzzled. "Then why ... ?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
****
He stared out the window at the rain. Fit his mood at least, even if he hated the rain now. He didn't used to, but things had changed since ...
He frowned, squinting. There was something small, white, and round huddled in his bushes again. It had to be that stupid cat.
He hesitated.
"All right, just this once," he muttered, heading for the door.
It didn't take much to get it inside. He opened the door, called out "Here, kitty, kitty," and stepped aside. In less than five minutes, there was a streak of white, and he shut the door behind it.
"Just this once, you hear me?" he demanded, searching for a towel. "You're not moving in. And the minute you go after those birds, you're back outside." He paused. "I'm talking to a cat." He groaned and hit his head against his palm. "I need therapy," he muttered.
The cat watched him from a corner, shivering.
****
He laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Three months without Wes, and nothing in his life had changed. It was back to the way things had been when he'd first moved to Silver Hills: he worked all day, went home and worked out, ate dinner, and stared at the walls before it was time for bed.
Things had been different with Wes. There had been surprise ambushes in the locker room at work. Being dragged out for lunch. Missing his workouts entirely because *someone* kept distracting him. Trying to focus on eating when food was being stolen off his plate. Ambushed again after dinner, no matter how many times he complained about it - not that he minded as much as he said he did. Laying in bed when it was still too early to sleep, Wes in his arms talking about things he really didn't care about while he watched the expressions he made and pretended he was paying attention.
He sighed, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
Something landed on his legs.
He looked up just in time to see the stupid cat settling down. Great. Now he was going to have cat hair all over his pants. The cat stared at him in return with a look that almost dared him to shove it off his lap.
He sighed again, reaching out to scratch her ears. "Nobody wants you either, do they?" he murmured, listening to her purr.
He rubbed under her chin, watching her eyes. One blue, one green - not everyone wanted a cat with mismatched eyes. Even after he'd cleaned her up, her white fur had never been silky. It was actually quite soft, but it somehow always looked matted even though it wasn't.
"A rude jerk that chased away his own boyfriend, and a cat who can't look clean. We're a pair, aren't we?" he said softly.
The cat bumped her head against his hand, purring louder.
"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back. "We're a pair."