Bright Skies (Multi - Season Crossover/Power Rangers, prompt #11: Uh oh!, T)
And one last repost 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/: #11: Uh oh!
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.
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/: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I took out some of the vague parts that I wasn't sure were really working, but I still don't know if I like it yet or not. Feedback? Please?
He wasn't sure what made him reach for the phone beside his bed. He could use his morpher to call, but this wasn't an emergency. And this way he was giving him the option not to pick up; it was only fair, after all. So he picked up the phone instead, slowly dialing the number for the one person he wanted more than anything right now. The person he needed enough to dream that he was there.
No one picked up, and he waited silently for the answering machine to kick in.
"Myers. Leave a message."
"Eric?" His thoat was so tight now he could barely speak, but he didn't care. "Eric please, pick up the phone. I really need you right now. Nes - I mean, Vanessa - she's ... " He swallowed and nearly choked on a sob. "There was an accident, at the lab. She's okay, but they don't know ... they don't know how this is going to effect the baby. I'm ... I'm really scared." He traced the wall with a finger, closing his eyes as he tried to picture Eric's arms around him right now, or even a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Please call me," he whispered. "Please, Eric."
Hanging up the phone, he drew his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees.
****
He knew that Dana would have his head if she caught him walking around, but he was too restless to stay in bed any longer. His head still throbbed, but he had to see Vanessa. He had to see her for himself.
He wandered further through the halls, looking at beds upon beds, each with someone at its side. There was Ryan, Carter watching him attentively. Billy with - was that Haley? - talking softly as the other man shifted and moaned in his sleep. Mack fast sleep with his head pillowed on his arms as he leaned on Tyzonn's bed. His father must have been the one to wrap the jacket around his shoulders.
Shane pacing through Dustin's room while Tori talked to the unresponsive man in the bed. Cam was sitting up in bed with Hunter beside him, reaching out to gently run a hand along Cam's cheek as he gazed at him with unguarded affection and concern. Blake standing in the hall between the two rooms, his eyes on the ground.
He didn't know when Conner had arrived, but a girl he'd only met once - Kira? - had joined him in the room where Ethan slept near another young man in white. Kira was holding the man's hand, tears streaking her cheeks, while Conner sat on the side of Ethan's bed with a blank expression, holding him close despite the fact that he wasn't conscious. Nick hugging Maddison tightly as she wept silently beside Chip, his own eyes filled with worry and fear.
Rocky and Kimberly, placed in a bed just barely big enough to fit them both as they clutched one another's hand. Adam standing beside Rocky with a pained expression. On Kimberly's side Tommy was stroking her hand with his thumb, muttering softly.
He passed Aisha, Zack a silent, grieving presence at her side.
Rose's room. There he paused, feeling guilty about the conversation he'd had with Chip just before the accident, about Rose being scary. Lying there on the bed, pale and unmoving, she didn't look scary.
She looked young.
Justin glanced up at the door, nodding to him slightly.
And then he remembered Justin and Rose fighting, her being angry when he'd tried to say something. "You knew?" he asked softly.
Justin closed his eyes, nodding slowly. "Yeah. Thirty-three weeks. She's just starting to complain about getting fat." He let out a soft sigh. "I told her that she shouldn't be there, just in case anything went wrong. She threw a fit and told me I couldn't tell her what to do."
His eyes reopened to stare down at her face with longing and ache. "Why couldn't you just listen? For *once*?" he whispered painfully.
Wes turned away from the room; unable to look at Justin any longer.
He found Vanessa at last, in a room at the end. Just like Rose and Aisha, she lay pale and still. The monitors beside her beeped softly, telling him that she was alive, but nothing more.
He collapsed into the chair beside the bed, tears welling in his eyes as he stared at her. Eleven years later, he was back at a hospital beside, watching someone he cared about fight for their life. After the problems with Alex, Ransik's defeat, his relationship with Eric, losing his boys, losing Eric all over again, and he was back where he'd started.
And this time it wasn't just his best friend, but his baby. Another one of his children was suffering, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He buried his face in his hands.
****
It was the hand on his shoulder that woke him.
Reflex made him jerk back, grabbing it to twist. But the hand moved with him, while another reached out to touch his cheek gently. "Wes?" a familiar voice asked softly.
Wes froze as his eyes cleared at last. "Dad?"
"Oh, thank god," his dad murmured, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get here sooner - I was out of the country. I didn't get the news that you'd been hurt right away, and then customs was - "
"Dad," he interrupted. "It's okay." He managed a smile as he pulled away. "I'm glad you're here."
"Master Wesley ... "
He blinked as he found himself swept up in another hug, then returned it tightly. "Phillips," he sighed. Butler or not, Phillips was the closest thing to a second parent he'd ever had.
He looked at them both when he was finally released again with a somewhat watery smile. Knowing that they were here, that they cared, meant more than he could say. "I, um ... Thanks."
His dad's expression softened, and he reached out to gently ruffle his hair. "I'm wish we'd been here when you woke up. Speaking of which, what are you doing out of bed? Have you been cleared to be up and around?"
His smile was gone instantly. "I ... I had to .... " Unable to explain, he settled for gesturing silently to the bed.
"She's a friend of yours?" Phillips asked carefully.
Wes winced. When he left for New Tech City, he'd told them he needed a change. He hadn't been quite ready to explain what made that change New Tech City. They didn't know anything about the other reasons behind it. He still hadn't been able to tell them.
And now he didn't have a choice.
He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. "Her name is Vanessa. She's my best friend," he said quietly, watching her sleep. He couldn't look his father, look *either* of them, in the eye. "She's also pregnant."
"The poor thing," his dad murmured.
"With my baby," he clarified.
There was silence, and he tried to fight tears. First all the money they'd scarified for a dream he could never have, for the end of his chance at a life with Eric. Now he was telling them that despite how many times they'd fought about it, how many times he'd insisted that Eric was the only one, that he'd never love anyone else like this, he'd found someone else, even for a night. All that time, and -
"Why can't I stop *crying*?!" he choked out, rubbing harshly at his eyes with a fist.
Arms came around him, and his dad's voice was in his ear. "Shh, Wes ... Just let it out. Let it out, son."
He buried his face against his dad's shoulder, clinging to him like a child.
It was a few hours later, after quiet explanations and reassurance, that Vanessa's eyes finally opened. Her gaze fell on him, and she frowned. "Wes ... ? What ... Did anyone ... save my work?"
He burst into more teary laughter as Phillips went to find one of the Docs, and squeezed her hand while his dad hovered behind him.
pr_au100.
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/: #11: Uh oh!
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.
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/: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I took out some of the vague parts that I wasn't sure were really working, but I still don't know if I like it yet or not. Feedback? Please?
He wasn't sure what made him reach for the phone beside his bed. He could use his morpher to call, but this wasn't an emergency. And this way he was giving him the option not to pick up; it was only fair, after all. So he picked up the phone instead, slowly dialing the number for the one person he wanted more than anything right now. The person he needed enough to dream that he was there.
No one picked up, and he waited silently for the answering machine to kick in.
"Myers. Leave a message."
"Eric?" His thoat was so tight now he could barely speak, but he didn't care. "Eric please, pick up the phone. I really need you right now. Nes - I mean, Vanessa - she's ... " He swallowed and nearly choked on a sob. "There was an accident, at the lab. She's okay, but they don't know ... they don't know how this is going to effect the baby. I'm ... I'm really scared." He traced the wall with a finger, closing his eyes as he tried to picture Eric's arms around him right now, or even a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Please call me," he whispered. "Please, Eric."
Hanging up the phone, he drew his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees.
****
He knew that Dana would have his head if she caught him walking around, but he was too restless to stay in bed any longer. His head still throbbed, but he had to see Vanessa. He had to see her for himself.
He wandered further through the halls, looking at beds upon beds, each with someone at its side. There was Ryan, Carter watching him attentively. Billy with - was that Haley? - talking softly as the other man shifted and moaned in his sleep. Mack fast sleep with his head pillowed on his arms as he leaned on Tyzonn's bed. His father must have been the one to wrap the jacket around his shoulders.
Shane pacing through Dustin's room while Tori talked to the unresponsive man in the bed. Cam was sitting up in bed with Hunter beside him, reaching out to gently run a hand along Cam's cheek as he gazed at him with unguarded affection and concern. Blake standing in the hall between the two rooms, his eyes on the ground.
He didn't know when Conner had arrived, but a girl he'd only met once - Kira? - had joined him in the room where Ethan slept near another young man in white. Kira was holding the man's hand, tears streaking her cheeks, while Conner sat on the side of Ethan's bed with a blank expression, holding him close despite the fact that he wasn't conscious. Nick hugging Maddison tightly as she wept silently beside Chip, his own eyes filled with worry and fear.
Rocky and Kimberly, placed in a bed just barely big enough to fit them both as they clutched one another's hand. Adam standing beside Rocky with a pained expression. On Kimberly's side Tommy was stroking her hand with his thumb, muttering softly.
He passed Aisha, Zack a silent, grieving presence at her side.
Rose's room. There he paused, feeling guilty about the conversation he'd had with Chip just before the accident, about Rose being scary. Lying there on the bed, pale and unmoving, she didn't look scary.
She looked young.
Justin glanced up at the door, nodding to him slightly.
And then he remembered Justin and Rose fighting, her being angry when he'd tried to say something. "You knew?" he asked softly.
Justin closed his eyes, nodding slowly. "Yeah. Thirty-three weeks. She's just starting to complain about getting fat." He let out a soft sigh. "I told her that she shouldn't be there, just in case anything went wrong. She threw a fit and told me I couldn't tell her what to do."
His eyes reopened to stare down at her face with longing and ache. "Why couldn't you just listen? For *once*?" he whispered painfully.
Wes turned away from the room; unable to look at Justin any longer.
He found Vanessa at last, in a room at the end. Just like Rose and Aisha, she lay pale and still. The monitors beside her beeped softly, telling him that she was alive, but nothing more.
He collapsed into the chair beside the bed, tears welling in his eyes as he stared at her. Eleven years later, he was back at a hospital beside, watching someone he cared about fight for their life. After the problems with Alex, Ransik's defeat, his relationship with Eric, losing his boys, losing Eric all over again, and he was back where he'd started.
And this time it wasn't just his best friend, but his baby. Another one of his children was suffering, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He buried his face in his hands.
****
It was the hand on his shoulder that woke him.
Reflex made him jerk back, grabbing it to twist. But the hand moved with him, while another reached out to touch his cheek gently. "Wes?" a familiar voice asked softly.
Wes froze as his eyes cleared at last. "Dad?"
"Oh, thank god," his dad murmured, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get here sooner - I was out of the country. I didn't get the news that you'd been hurt right away, and then customs was - "
"Dad," he interrupted. "It's okay." He managed a smile as he pulled away. "I'm glad you're here."
"Master Wesley ... "
He blinked as he found himself swept up in another hug, then returned it tightly. "Phillips," he sighed. Butler or not, Phillips was the closest thing to a second parent he'd ever had.
He looked at them both when he was finally released again with a somewhat watery smile. Knowing that they were here, that they cared, meant more than he could say. "I, um ... Thanks."
His dad's expression softened, and he reached out to gently ruffle his hair. "I'm wish we'd been here when you woke up. Speaking of which, what are you doing out of bed? Have you been cleared to be up and around?"
His smile was gone instantly. "I ... I had to .... " Unable to explain, he settled for gesturing silently to the bed.
"She's a friend of yours?" Phillips asked carefully.
Wes winced. When he left for New Tech City, he'd told them he needed a change. He hadn't been quite ready to explain what made that change New Tech City. They didn't know anything about the other reasons behind it. He still hadn't been able to tell them.
And now he didn't have a choice.
He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. "Her name is Vanessa. She's my best friend," he said quietly, watching her sleep. He couldn't look his father, look *either* of them, in the eye. "She's also pregnant."
"The poor thing," his dad murmured.
"With my baby," he clarified.
There was silence, and he tried to fight tears. First all the money they'd scarified for a dream he could never have, for the end of his chance at a life with Eric. Now he was telling them that despite how many times they'd fought about it, how many times he'd insisted that Eric was the only one, that he'd never love anyone else like this, he'd found someone else, even for a night. All that time, and -
"Why can't I stop *crying*?!" he choked out, rubbing harshly at his eyes with a fist.
Arms came around him, and his dad's voice was in his ear. "Shh, Wes ... Just let it out. Let it out, son."
He buried his face against his dad's shoulder, clinging to him like a child.
It was a few hours later, after quiet explanations and reassurance, that Vanessa's eyes finally opened. Her gaze fell on him, and she frowned. "Wes ... ? What ... Did anyone ... save my work?"
He burst into more teary laughter as Phillips went to find one of the Docs, and squeezed her hand while his dad hovered behind him.