Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #9: Not Enough, T)
Another one of those reposts for
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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/: #9: Not Enough
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: The beginning of this is vaguer than I'd originally intended for it to be, but it sort of works - in my head. (I am *so* Bridge)
"Wes? Wes, can you hear me?"
He couldn't remember the last time he'd hurt this much. He couldn't remember ... Remember ...
Vanessa.
Chip.
Kat.
Justin.
The morpher tests - no!
He tried to cry out, but his throat clenched painfully and all he managed was a faint moan.
"Shh, shh," a voice whispered gently, rubbing - was that his shoulder? Why couldn't he tell?
He whimpered softly, struggling to clench a fist. Instantly his left - was that his left? - flared up in agony, and the whimper turned into a scream.
"Wes!"
There was rustling, movement, and something stung his arm.
"It's okay, Wes," the voice soothed again. "Just rest for now. We'll talk later, okay? Just rest."
No ... He didn't want rest, he wanted to know about ... about ....
****
He could hear someone breathing.
No, not breathing. Sobs. Someone was crying?
"W - who ... " he rasped, struggling to reach out.
A hand brushed his shoulder, moving up to stroke along his neck soothingly.
He smiled faintly, slowing forcing himself to relax and nuzzle into the touch. "Eric .... " he sighed.
Lips hesitantly brushed his forehead.
"Love you," he muttered. He swallowed, struggling to get the words past his burning, sticky throat. "So much. Wish ... wish I n'ver ... M'sorry."
A thumb ran along his cheek. "I love you too, Wes," a voice murmured. "And I'm sorry, too."
A smile crept across his face, and another set of lips touched his gently, carefully.
And then they were gone. "But I don't think I can forgive you yet." the voice continued.
His eyes shot open painfully.
He was alone in the infirmary. A private room, with a heart monitor and an IV nearby. His gaze shifted slowly down his own body, finding most of his left arm wrapped in bandages. He shifted his head tentatively and tried not to flinch as a wave of dizziness swept over him.
Then he blinked, and tears slowly began to leak from his eyes.
****
"How are you feeling?"
He shot a dirty look in the direction he thought Dana was standing.
"It's not a stupid question," she scolded gently. "I know you feel horrible. I know you're miserable. But I need you tell me *exactly* what feels wrong."
"Can't ... can't you tell?" he croaked. They'd given him plenty of water and a throat lozenge, but he still had trouble speaking.
"I want to hear it from you."
He sighed, then tried to suppress a groan as his body protested even that movement. "I hurt." he sighed.
"I know you hurt, Wes. *What* hurts?"
"Everything."
She made a frustrated sound. "Wes, I need to know more than that. What - "
"*Everything*." he stressed. "Whole body aches. Left arm ... burns. All the time. Throat hurts. Dizzy. Headache. Can't see."
He heard scribbling noises.
"Dana? What ... happened? Where are ... is everyone?"
"We're not completely sure." He couldn't understand how she could sound so calm. "Everyone from the Tech Department and Morpher Project were in that room. From what Vehicle Development was able to figure out, it looks like there was an explosion of Morphin energy that the Morphers couldn't contain."
He struggled to sit up. "Everyone - "
Gentle hands caught him, pressing him back down. "Kat is fine; for some reason she was barely affected, we're not sure why. T.J. and Justin woke up a few days before you did, and Hayley's awake, but groggy. The rest of you have been unconscious for nearly a week. You and Cam woke up at the same time."
Cam ... There was something about Cam. Something he was supposed to remember.
But his head hurt, and he gave up trying. "How are .. others?"
Dana sighed softly. "Rocky and Kimberly seem to be in pretty good shape, although we haven't been able to pry their hands apart since we found all of you. Ethan, Dustin, and R - Ryan are stable, but don't show any signs of coming to." She caught herself as her voice trembled slightly, hesitating. "Billy, Chip, Tyzonn, and Trent all seem to be showing signs of discomfort while they recover."
"Trent ... ?"
"Apparently he's Ethan's former teammate. He'd come to visit him at S.P.D. Tyzonn was bringing him to Ethan when they found the lab covered in multi - colored light. We think Tyzonn tried to stop the energy by attacking the morphers. He and Trent were unconscious beside the rest of you."
Silver. Silver had wanted something. Was Tyzonn Silver?
He frowned. No, Tyzonn was the Mercury Ranger. And what did Silver have to do with anything?
Then he paused. Three names had been conspicuously absent from her report. "Rose and .. Aisha? And - " He swallowed. "Vanessa?"
He was not imagining the shaking sigh Dana let out. "They're ... Vanessa is in intensive care. We're not sure how this is going to affect the baby. Aisha is the same. Apparently she *is* pregnant."
His heart stopped. The baby. Rocky and Adam's baby. *His* baby.
Then he frowned again. "Rose?"
There was a long pause.
"Rose was pregnant, too."
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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/: #9: Not Enough
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: The beginning of this is vaguer than I'd originally intended for it to be, but it sort of works - in my head. (I am *so* Bridge)
"Wes? Wes, can you hear me?"
He couldn't remember the last time he'd hurt this much. He couldn't remember ... Remember ...
Vanessa.
Chip.
Kat.
Justin.
The morpher tests - no!
He tried to cry out, but his throat clenched painfully and all he managed was a faint moan.
"Shh, shh," a voice whispered gently, rubbing - was that his shoulder? Why couldn't he tell?
He whimpered softly, struggling to clench a fist. Instantly his left - was that his left? - flared up in agony, and the whimper turned into a scream.
"Wes!"
There was rustling, movement, and something stung his arm.
"It's okay, Wes," the voice soothed again. "Just rest for now. We'll talk later, okay? Just rest."
No ... He didn't want rest, he wanted to know about ... about ....
****
He could hear someone breathing.
No, not breathing. Sobs. Someone was crying?
"W - who ... " he rasped, struggling to reach out.
A hand brushed his shoulder, moving up to stroke along his neck soothingly.
He smiled faintly, slowing forcing himself to relax and nuzzle into the touch. "Eric .... " he sighed.
Lips hesitantly brushed his forehead.
"Love you," he muttered. He swallowed, struggling to get the words past his burning, sticky throat. "So much. Wish ... wish I n'ver ... M'sorry."
A thumb ran along his cheek. "I love you too, Wes," a voice murmured. "And I'm sorry, too."
A smile crept across his face, and another set of lips touched his gently, carefully.
And then they were gone. "But I don't think I can forgive you yet." the voice continued.
His eyes shot open painfully.
He was alone in the infirmary. A private room, with a heart monitor and an IV nearby. His gaze shifted slowly down his own body, finding most of his left arm wrapped in bandages. He shifted his head tentatively and tried not to flinch as a wave of dizziness swept over him.
Then he blinked, and tears slowly began to leak from his eyes.
****
"How are you feeling?"
He shot a dirty look in the direction he thought Dana was standing.
"It's not a stupid question," she scolded gently. "I know you feel horrible. I know you're miserable. But I need you tell me *exactly* what feels wrong."
"Can't ... can't you tell?" he croaked. They'd given him plenty of water and a throat lozenge, but he still had trouble speaking.
"I want to hear it from you."
He sighed, then tried to suppress a groan as his body protested even that movement. "I hurt." he sighed.
"I know you hurt, Wes. *What* hurts?"
"Everything."
She made a frustrated sound. "Wes, I need to know more than that. What - "
"*Everything*." he stressed. "Whole body aches. Left arm ... burns. All the time. Throat hurts. Dizzy. Headache. Can't see."
He heard scribbling noises.
"Dana? What ... happened? Where are ... is everyone?"
"We're not completely sure." He couldn't understand how she could sound so calm. "Everyone from the Tech Department and Morpher Project were in that room. From what Vehicle Development was able to figure out, it looks like there was an explosion of Morphin energy that the Morphers couldn't contain."
He struggled to sit up. "Everyone - "
Gentle hands caught him, pressing him back down. "Kat is fine; for some reason she was barely affected, we're not sure why. T.J. and Justin woke up a few days before you did, and Hayley's awake, but groggy. The rest of you have been unconscious for nearly a week. You and Cam woke up at the same time."
Cam ... There was something about Cam. Something he was supposed to remember.
But his head hurt, and he gave up trying. "How are .. others?"
Dana sighed softly. "Rocky and Kimberly seem to be in pretty good shape, although we haven't been able to pry their hands apart since we found all of you. Ethan, Dustin, and R - Ryan are stable, but don't show any signs of coming to." She caught herself as her voice trembled slightly, hesitating. "Billy, Chip, Tyzonn, and Trent all seem to be showing signs of discomfort while they recover."
"Trent ... ?"
"Apparently he's Ethan's former teammate. He'd come to visit him at S.P.D. Tyzonn was bringing him to Ethan when they found the lab covered in multi - colored light. We think Tyzonn tried to stop the energy by attacking the morphers. He and Trent were unconscious beside the rest of you."
Silver. Silver had wanted something. Was Tyzonn Silver?
He frowned. No, Tyzonn was the Mercury Ranger. And what did Silver have to do with anything?
Then he paused. Three names had been conspicuously absent from her report. "Rose and .. Aisha? And - " He swallowed. "Vanessa?"
He was not imagining the shaking sigh Dana let out. "They're ... Vanessa is in intensive care. We're not sure how this is going to affect the baby. Aisha is the same. Apparently she *is* pregnant."
His heart stopped. The baby. Rocky and Adam's baby. *His* baby.
Then he frowned again. "Rose?"
There was a long pause.
"Rose was pregnant, too."