Disclaimer: Saban owns em, blah, blah. You all know the drill. This fic is rated PG-13 overall because parts of it will have harsh language and harsher ideas than the usual PR monsters. Thanks to Kittie (da Moo!) and Ellen Brand for inspiration, help and encouragement -- couldn't do it without you guys! Now, on with our show!
Jason Lee Scott sighed. Eleven months after graduation from high school
and everyone had gone their separate ways. Some days he wondered if the
past several years had all been a dream, something he had made up from
his wildest fantasies.
The scars he bore told him differently. Being a Power Ranger had been a
blast, something he wouldn't have traded for anything. It hadn't always
been safe, however. In fact, thinking back, he was amazed none of them
had been hurt worse than broken bones and nasty slashes. None of them had
died.
So why did he feel so empty now? Yes the power was gone, leaving only traces
of it in his system. But it had been years since he'd held the Red Ranger
powers, and almost a year since the disastrous encounter with the Gold
powers. He was strong and healthy again....
Part of him felt lost.
Jason set aside the text book he had been trying to study and turned the
t.v. on. The local station came on, reporting another clash of Piranatrons
and the Turbo Rangers. Jason grimaced. Yeah, he was happy there were still
Rangers to fight the evil -- he just hated being out of it. Had the bad
guys always looked so cheesy? Leaning the chair back against the desk,
Jason put his hands behind his back and watched the news story.
It was fairly predictable. Had always been, for the most part. The bad
guy makes a monster, the Rangers face it. The Rangers almost beat bad guy,
then bad guy grows. Rangers call on Zords. Battle ensues and Rangers win.
Another day on the job.
Lips twisting in a slightly cynical smile, Jason changed the channel. Mmm...shopping
network. Flip. Football. Nobody good. Flip. Soap opera. Flip. Racing. Flip
-- wait.....
Jason set the chair on the floor with a thunk and leaned forward. Was it
really Tommy? He flipped back and watched the race carefully, looking for
the white and red car sporting all sorts of decals. There, towards the
front of the pack, number seventeen. Jason grinned as he watched his one-time
partner maneuver closer to the front. He turned up the volume.
"...and number seventeen passes -- that was close! Here they come
into the number one curve and ... OH NO! Haslon rebounds off the wall.
OH man! Number seventeen and twenty-four are out with him!"
Haslon's car bounded off the wall right into Tommy's path, forcing him
to throw the car sideways as the car behind him veered sharply and went
tumbling end over end into the infield. Tommy and Haslon skidded side by
side off the track onto the grass where they managed to make a controlled
stop.
"It looks like Haslon and Oliver are out of it, but safe. The yellow
flag is out! And here comes the ambulance. It looks like Asthorpe is moving,
but that was quite a ride he took."
Jason watched as Tommy climbed out of the car, shaking his head. He walked
over to the other driver and made sure he was all right as a second ambulance
came out on the track.
ESPN cut to a commercial and Jason sat back, a frown drawing his eyebrows
down. He stood and walked to the window.
What were they doing? Kim was in Florida in training for the Olympics,
Trini was in college back east and so was Zack. Billy was supposedly on
Aquitar, but no one had heard from him for quite a while, and that wasn't
like Billy. Tommy was racing all over the US. And I'm in college. The original
six had split apart like a sunbeam hitting a prism. Even the replacements
were gone.
Adam was in the midwest going to Northwestern, Aisha was in Africa, Kat
was in England, Rocky was in Stone Canyon and Tanya was in Los Angeles.
They had saved the world -- yet here they were, living "normal"
lives.
"So, that's it?" Jason shook his head. "We just pretend
that none of it ever happened and go on our ways?" Something about
that rankled him. They had gone through too much together to lose track
this way -- especially the first six.
And what are we accomplishing now? Shaking his head, Jason turned the t.v.
off and went outside for a walk. Not really intending to go anywhere in
particular, he ended up in the park. With a wry smile, he sat and leaned
against a tree. They had spent so much time in this park, as Rangers and
as a group of friends.
He looked up at the leafy canopy above him, watching the shadows play across
the leaves. His time in Switzerland had taught him some patience, but mostly
it had pointed out how suited he was to action versus talking. All they
had done at those peace conferences was talk. Debate. Discuss. Plan.
What good was planning if you never acted on it? No, after a while, he
had realized his heart wasn't in it. That was when he had returned to Angel
Grove. Then Tommy had found and recruited him for the Gold Ranger.
Even after he had lost the Gold Powers he had thought there was more to
life than being a Ranger -- and he still thought that. But ....
This isn't it. Even Emily had left Angel Grove, and him. They had parted
friends. The spark just hadn't been there.
_Maybe I'm just bummed from losing the powers._ Jason sighed. _I ought
to be happy. In a year I can open my dojo -- I've always dreamed of that._
He shook his head. _So... what's wrong with this picture?_
The rush, the adrenaline, the danger. He missed it.
_Am I sick or something? Most people are content with living a peaceful
life, that's all they want._ He knew better. Zordon had recruited them
for good reasons. They were willing to risk it all for the better of mankind.
_Once you gave all that you had, it's not good enough to go back to living
a half-life. Watching on the sidelines sucks._
Jason stood, brushing his jeans off. _I'm willing to bet my incisors Tommy
feels the same way. He held the power longer than any of us -- it's loss
has to be hitting him the hardest._ He smiled. Maybe it was time to go
look up his bro and see just how well he was handling life. Together they
had always been able to figure out their problems.
Nodding, Jason headed for the University's computer center. Time to go
on-line and see when the next race was scheduled for Tommy Oliver.
***
In a large room, paneled by mahogany bookcases full of hundreds of thousands
of books, two people sat. One, cool and collected, sat at a desk. Upon
closer inspection one would see the desktop was actually more of an oversized
computer, complete with touch-sensitive controls and viewers. The woman
glanced at the desk and smiled confidently. She really didn't need such
devices, but they seemed to make her counterpart more comfortable.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" The man sat back, placing his face further into
the shadows. He crossed his arms and scowled. "I suppose you expect
me to congratulate you?"
"Nevil, things are falling into place just as I said." The figure
stood, fingertips resting on the desktop. "We should be congratulating
one another."
"It's a long ways from being complete, Aster." He shook his head.
"They're scattered across the globe still."
"We don't need all of them, Nevil." The woman smiled coolly.
"Allow me to make another small prediction -- just in case your faith
in me is wavering."
The man's scowl faltered as a chill shivered his spine. The woman's ice-blue
eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the shadow he hid in. God only knew
how strong her abilities truly were. He nodded slightly.
"We don't want more than five or six at a time." Aster walked
slowly over to a triangular prism and stared into it. "Two of them
are already falling in. They are the foundation blocks. Once we have them,
the others will be unable to resist." She looked up and smiled slightly.
"It is inevitable. Power calls to power. They won't be able to resist."
"I hope you're right."
"Oh, I am." She stroked the prism and it flared, suddenly illuminated.
Rainbows scattered around the room, lighting it's murky corners. "I
am."
***
Tommy Oliver pulled the baseball cap off his head and ran his fingers through
his hair to straighten it. _Who decided all racecar drivers should also
be diehard cap wearers, anyways?_ His hair was only to his shoulders now.
He'd trimmed it after getting razzed so badly by the other drivers and
the crew. They'd teased him mercilessly about being recruited for a shampoo
commercial any day, or maybe a modeling job. Tommy shook his head as he
walked back to the garage. It was a insular group inside the racing world,
and they didn't take to change readily. Jeff had warned him they wouldn't
welcome him with open arms until he'd paid his dues. Winning only made
enemies when you were a rookie.
_So what am I supposed to do? Throw a race to get into everyone's good
graces?_ He snorted in contempt. _Nothing new. As usual, I don't quite
fit in._ It didn't really bother him any more. True, in high school, he'd
been part of a select group, the Rangers, but even that had been a fluke.
Getting chosen by Rita to be the Green Ranger had been both the worst and
the best thing in his life. Worst for obvious reasons, but without it,
he would never have been part of the Power Rangers.
_And that, I wouldn't trade for anything._ No matter how painful the consequences
sometimes. _Snap out of it, Oliver! There are other girls in the world._
But no one quite like her.
"Hey bro."
Lost in thought, Tommy almost walked right past the young man. He stopped
suddenly and whirled, a disbelieving look widening his dark eyes. "Jase?
Oh man! It's good to see you!"
Laughing, the two embraced and slapped each other on the back.
"Same to you, bro." Jason stepped back, a quiet smile curving
his mouth. "How goes stock cars' newest wunderkid?"
Tommy grimaced. "Please." He held up the baseball cap. "Every
time I turn around someone is putting one of these on my head, or telling
me to start listening to country music or start chewing or something."
He smiled wryly. "Somehow I don't quite fit the mold."
Jason shrugged. "You never did." He grinned. "You got time
for an old friend?"
"Always." Tommy's dark eyes were solemn, a slightly worried look
overtaking his expression. "Is everything -"
"Don't jump to conclusions, bro!" Jason held up his hands, laughing.
"I got over the weakness thing a while back. I'm fine, I swear."
Relief brought back Tommy's lopsided grin. "Let me go get outta these
greasy clothes. Meet you at the back gate in...." He looked at his
watch, struck once again by how odd it was to wear just an ordinary watch.
"..ten minutes?"
"You still have that four by four?" At his nod, Jason snatched
the baseball cap out of his hand and shook his head. "Goodyear, huh?"
He tossed it back with a smile. "See ya in ten." He turned and
headed for the back gate, still grinning. Still the King of Worry. Some
things never changed.
Forty-five minutes later, the two were sitting at Angel's Bluffs, looking
out over the ocean. They were quiet as they ate the sandwiches they'd stopped
to bring with them.
Tommy picked up a rock and threw it over the cliff. "Man, remember
all the picnics we had up here?"
Jason nodded. He looked at his sandwich. "Kim and Trini could pull
those things off at the drop of a hat. And the food was better than this."
Both were quiet for a while. Jason knew exactly what was running through
his friend's mind from the slightly morose expression on his face. Part
of him was amazed at how tenacious Tommy's feelings were for Kim. He hadn't
been there when the now infamous letter had arrived, but Billy had filled
him in on the details -- and how Kat and Tommy had seemingly hooked up
not long after.
"Can I ask you something?" Jason picked up a rock and tossed
it up and down in his hand.
"Sure." Tommy shrugged. "What?"
"Why didn't you go after Kim? Or call? Why did you just let her go?"
Jason met his friend's gaze.
Pain lanced across Tommy's face and he looked away. He shook his head.
"I did call."
His voice was so low, Jason almost missed it. "What did she say?"
Tommy made a strangled noise and shook his head. "She wouldn't talk
to me. I got her roommate." He picked up a rock and threw it hard.
"I took that as a pretty sure sign she didn't want anything to do
with me -- that and the letter."
Jason was quiet a moment. He and Kim had talked when she had come to visit
-- just before Divatox had kidnapped them. Sighing he decided to let it
go for now. "That isn't the whole story, bro, but...." He shook
his head. "Did you and Kim ever talk when she was here?"
"No." Tommy's voice was low. "I...I guess I was afraid to
hear it from her." He grimaced. "I used Kat as a shield to keep
Kim away." He looked up at Jason. "I know, pretty shabby way
to treat a lady. Kat deserves better. That's why I'm glad she went to England."
Tommy looked down. "I think she'll find someone there who will treat
her like she deserves."
"Yeah, she does," Jason said frankly. "Look, all of us knew
it was rebound. Kat included. She cares a lot for you, but she knows it
wasn't gonna go any farther than good friends." It was harsh, but
he felt his friend had it coming. From the guilty look on Tommy's face,
he knew it too. "Let it go, Tommy." Jason tossed the rock over
the cliff. "It's over and done."
"Yeah." From his bleak expression, it didn't seem to make Tommy
feel any better.
"Let me change the subject." Jason sat back and looked up at
the clear blue sky. "How long has it been since you heard from Billy?"
"Too long." Tommy frowned. "Not since Zordon left. I tried
to contact Aquitar a couple of times, just to talk and see how he was doing...."
"But?"
"Never could get through." Tommy shrugged. "I even asked
Adam to try since he was better at manipulating those controls."
"No luck?" Jason's uneasy feeling grew as Tommy shook his head.
"I wonder if he really is happy?" He noticed Tommy's frown grow.
"What?"
"I dunno. Something about the last message we got from him."
"What did he say?"
Tommy looked up, dark eyes brooding. "Nothing. Cestria said he was
so happy he was speechless."
The two young men exchanged doubtful looks. "That doesn't sound like
the Billy I know." Jason scowled. "You think we could get into
the Power Chamber?"
A crafty gleam entered Tommy's eyes. "Don't think we have to."
He pulled his communicator from his pocket. "We all kept these, just
in case we needed to contact one another fast."
Jason grinned. Tommy always had been the one who coolly plotted and planned.
That was what had made him so dangerous as the Green Ranger. It was an
attribute Jason was happy to utilize now. "What's your plan?"
"Contact Adam. Mr. Cranston still hasn't done anything about Billy's
lab in his garage." Tommy's grin widened. "Bet ya Adam can figure
out how to contact Billy with what's in that lab."
Jason stood. "Let's go."
***
Aster sat back in her chair, a long fall of gold-red hair spilling over
the headrest. So far, all was going according to plan. She had no reason
to doubt what she had foreseen. After all, she had watched these young
people their whole lives -- waiting for the right time.
It was finally coming together.
Finally, after eons of waiting.
_Patience,_ she counseled herself. _ A little longer, and all will be in
place._
***
"Sure boys." Hank Cranston led the way to the garage. "I
haven't touched anything. It's all the way he left it." He unlocked
the door and stepped back to let them enter.
"I'm sure he's all right, Mr. Cranston." Jason gripped his shoulder
reassuringly.
Hank blinked back tears out of his sky blue eyes. "I hope so. I guess
I expected to hear from him."
"We're gonna try to find him, sir." Tommy switched on the light
and headed downstairs.
With a nod, Hank turned and walked back towards the living room. Jason
followed Tommy downstairs. "Man, it's dusty." He sneezed as their
feet stirred up the dust.
Tommy waved a hand to clear the cobwebs from the walkway. "Let's see.
It's five here, so it's seven Adam's time." He looked up. "Hope
he's not busy."
Jason shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
With a nod, Tommy pushed the green button on his communicator. The tiny
screen flashed a signal that let him know it was working.
Minutes passed in silence as the two starred at the communicator, waiting
for some sign of acknowledgment.
"Maybe he's -"
"This is Adam." The voice was slightly breathless, and held a
note of surprise.
"Adam!" Tommy grinned in response to Jason's smile. "This
is Tommy. You got some spare time?"
Before long a familiar figure appeared in a teleport beam. Adam looked
around, frowning slightly before being engulfed by his friend's enthusiastic
greetings. He grinned, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "Good
to see you guys too. But, uh, why here?"
The two quickly explained their plans. Adam quirked one dark eyebrow and
shrugged before setting to work.
First they cleaned the worktable off, raising a new dust cloud in the process
that had all three sneezing. After some good-natured ribbing, they got
down to work, with Adam directing the other two.
It took about an hour and a half before Adam nodded, satisfied. "We'll
have to see if this works on just this little power cell Billy set up."
He set the circular cell in place, amazed once again by Billy's ingenuity.
"Here goes."
There was a low hum, that rose in pitch until it was beyond their range
of hearing. Adam fiddled with the controls, frowning in concentration as
he struggled to recall the coordinates of Aquitar.
Tommy leaned over and punched in a set of numbers, then stood back.
Adam and Jason stared at him in complete shock.
"What?"
"You remembered Aquitar's coordinates?" Jason started to laugh.
"Yeah, this from the guy who couldn't remember to wind his watch?"
Adam shook his head.
Tommy grinned wryly, long used to the vagarious ways of his memory. He
shrugged.
"Go figure," Jason managed to choke out, still laughing at the
dumbfounded look on Adam's face. "You always could remember the really
important things."
"Let's see if it's right," Tommy said quietly.
Adam manipulated several controls and pushed a button. "I think that
should do it."
Three young men held their breath in anticipation as the buzz of static
filled the lab. A whine, rising and falling in pitch, began to replace
the static as an fuzzy image appeared on the tiny screen.
"Delphine!" Adam and Tommy spoke at the same time.
"Rangers of Earth!" The Aquitian seemed as surprised as they
were to have made contact. "To what do we owe this honor?"
Jason stepped back. He hadn't been present when the Aquitian Rangers had
come to Earth's aide and was willing to let the other two handle the exchange.
"We're looking for Billy." Adam's voice was filled with hope.
"Delphine, have you seen Billy?" Tommy tried to stay calm as
the Aquitian woman's expression grew somber. _Please, don't tell us something
happened to him!_
"Indeed, I have Adam, Tommy." Steepling her fingers she stared
at them long and hard. "Might I ask why it has taken you so long to
inquire?"
Adam flushed red, while Tommy blinked in surprise. Tommy recovered first.
"Delphine, we did try -- several times." He looked at Adam who
nodded in agreement. "We could never get through."
Jason, quickly losing patience, stepped forward. "Is Billy there?
Is he all right?"
Tommy controlled the smile that came to his lips at Jason's tone of voice.
It was his "leader's voice". The one none of the Rangers had
ever questioned -- not even him.
Delphine gazed silently at them. "Yes." She seemed to be weighing
several options in her mind, and finally settled on one. "I will see
if he wishes to speak with you. One moment."
The screen blanked to white, as a blue dot blinked on and off.
Jason scowled as three minutes passed and only the blue dot pulsed on the
screen.
Before any of them could say a word, the screen cleared and a tired-looking
young man's image filled the screen.
"BILLY!" All three chorused.
A faint smile curved his mouth. "Hello." There was a wary expression
in the blue-grey eyes. "What's going on?"
"That's what we're wondering." Jason crossed his arms and smiled.
"It's been a long time, Billy."
"Too long," Tommy echoed.
Adam just nodded.
Billy frowned. "Where are you? That doesn't look like the Power Chamber."
"It isn't." Jason grinned. "We're in your dad's basement."
Surprise widened Billy's eyes. "In my lab? Why? What happened to the
Power Chamber?" His gaze went to Tommy and Adam, glaring at them slightly
accusingly.
Tommy held up his hands defensively. "Nothing! It's still there."
Adam shrugged. "We're not Rangers anymore."
"What?" Billy looked shocked.
"It's a long story, Billy." Tommy sighed, suddenly feeling very
tired and more than slightly sad. "None of us is on the team anymore."
"We were worried because we never heard from you." Adam frowned,
going from defensive to a little put-out. "We did try to contact you,
you know."
"No...." Billy looked shell-shocked. "I didn't."
"Is everything okay there, Billy?" Jason's voice was quiet, but
held a current of concern.
"You never wrote or called," Tommy said with gentle humor. "It
hasn't been the same without you, buddy."
"You guys really missed...me?"
Jason hadn't seen that particular look of uncertainty on his friend's face
since their freshman year in high school. "Bill," his voice was
gruff with concern. "are you all right?"
"Hang on." The signal suddenly was back on the white screen and
blue dot.
Jason scowled, tensing as the moments ticked by. His patience was wearing
very thin.
"Easy, Jase." Tommy put a hand on his shoulder. "You know
Billy. He'll handle this in his own way, his own time."
Nodding, Jason quietly simmered, scowling at the screen. Tommy began to
prowl around the basement like a big cat in a cage, while Adam just sat
very still, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Suddenly there was a wash of white light that blinded all three guys and
a woosh of sound. When their vision cleared, Billy stood before them.
All three pounced on him. "BILLY!" He was engulfed in a group
hug and a great deal of back pounding as the four friends were reunited.
Jason shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "Welcome home, Billy."
"Oh man, your dad's gonna flip!" Tommy patted Billy's back again,
almost as if to reassure himself he was really there. "He's missed
you."
Adam noticed the screen now had a smiling image of Delphine. She nodded
to him once, then the transmission was cut. Adam turned to Billy. "It's
good to have you back, Billy."
Billy let out a huge sigh of relief. "It's good to be home, guys."
He grabbed Jason and Tommy's arms, then Adams'. "You don't know how
much I missed all of you." He looked up the stairs. "Guess I've
got a lot to explain."
Tommy shook his head. "The Rangers filled him in, Billy. I think he'll
just be thrilled that you're back."
"I've got a lot to catch up on." Billy looked around his lab
and wrinkled his nose. "More than I thought."
Jason went up first, to ready Mr. Cranston for his son's return. He had
only half-way explained before Hank was charging for the stairs. Billy
met him halfway up, and the two embraced in a tearful reunion.
Tommy nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. His eyes met Jason's and he
saw the quiet pride on Jason's face. He turned to Adam. "When do you
have to be back?"
"Soon." Adam grimaced as he looked at his watch. He hadn't realized
how much he'd missed his friends until now. A hand gripped his shoulder
and he looked up to find Tommy's serious gaze on him.
"Don't be a stranger."
Adam nodded. "I won't." He stepped back and touched his communicator,
disappearing in a wash of white.
Jason and Tommy left the Cranston home feeling happier and more at peace
than they had in a long time. The moon was out, only a sliver of a crescent,
allowing the stars to shine brightly. They walked to Tommy's car in silence
then stood staring up at the stars.
"I get the feeling nothing's gonna be the same from now on,"
Jason said quietly.
Tommy just nodded, climbing into the car. He looked at the Cranston home
before starting the engine.
*** Aster shook her head as Nevil left in a flash of white. _So short-sighted.
As the human's say, he cannot see the forest for the trees._ Picking up
a wooden staff, fully as high as her, Aster ran her hands over the runes
carved on it's surface. _No. We will not use this. Not this time._
Setting the staff aside she walked to the desk and touched several panels
on it's surface. An image of the Power Chamber sprang to life. Aster sat
and watched, her mouth quirking in amusement as Alpha 6 and Dimetria briefed
the Turbo Rangers on another of Divatox's creations.
_Let them play at the game. Perhaps in time, they too will become suitable
for my purposes._ Aster brushed back her hair with languid grace. _Learn
the game well, young ones. As long as there are fools such as Divatox and
Zedd to amuse themselves with you, take advantage of it. Learn as those
before you did._
Frowning, Aster leaned forward and switched the view to one of deep space.
She sat back and stared long and hard at the view. _It comes, even now.
Beyond Pluto, beyond the edge of this galaxy._ She knew there was no way
to stop it. Yes, they probably could deflect it -- but it would just return
again some other time. _No. These are the ones we will face it with. They
will just have to be ready._
Her hand reached out and brought to life a small radio-like device. She
was sure of the six she wanted. However, she was curious what the warrior
would think. Both had watched these young Earthers grow and mature. Nevil
was next to no help, so it was only fitting to ask her.
***
"Why?" Tommy watched Jason pace the small apartment, a smile
quirking his mouth. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind.... But, what
makes you think that?"
Jason crossed his arms, a neutral look on his face. "I just..."
He shook his head. It was hard to describe the urgency he felt in getting
the team back together. This had gone beyond a simple matter of wanting
to see his old friends for a reunion.
"Circling the wagons."
"Huh?" Jason stared dumb-founded at his friend. That was exactly
the feeling he had. "How did you -"
Tommy shrugged. "Once someone points out the obvious signs, I'm pretty
good at putting them together." He sat up and sighed, rubbing his
temples. "Something or someone is messin' with us. I want to know
why."
Jason raised an eyebrow at the cold tone of voice that came from his friend.
It reminded him that Tommy hadn't grown up in the safe streets of Angel
Grove. Somewhere along the line, he knew his friend had seen the darker
side of life. They had never spoken of it, but Jason had always known that
was part of why Rita had picked Tommy to be the Green Ranger in the first
place. Rule number one in Oliver's book: Don't screw with my friends and
expect to get away with it. A smile curved his mouth. Life had gotten a
lot more interesting suddenly.
Nodding Jason said, "Then our next step should be to check up on Trini,
Zack - "
"And Kim." Tommy nodded and looked away.
"Yeah, but first let's go get Billy." Jason left a note for his
roommate. "I think we need to talk to him about a few things before
we get any others involved."
Tommy just nodded and followed Jason out of the apartment.
***
They ended up at the Bluffs again. Tommy wandered off a ways, brooding
on the upcoming meeting with Kim, no doubt.
Jason left him alone with his thoughts and turned his attention on Billy.
"So, how was life on Aquitar?"
Grimacing, Billy ran a hand through his hair. "Wet. I can't tell you
how much I missed the sun from my own planet." He leaned back on his
hands and raised his face to the sun, eyes closed. "I could never
get warm enough on Aquitar."
This wasn't gonna be easy. Jason took a deep breath. "Then why did
you stay?"
Billy stiffened and sat up. The wary look of the night before was in his
eyes again. He looked from Jason to his clenched hands. "You wouldn't
understand, Jason."
"Try me." Jason steadily watched his friend, his face carefully
neutral.
Fiddling with an apple, Billy twisted the stem until it popped off. "I
didn't feel like I was needed or wanted here anymore." He looked briefly
at Tommy who had wandered over and now watched with a solemn expression.
"I really wasn't part of the team anymore, or in high school. I just
felt...."
"Outside of it all." Jason nodded in understanding. "I know
what you mean."
"Bill," Tommy knelt, his expression more serious than any Billy
had ever seen on him before. "I know you blame me for a lot of what
happened. I can take that. What I can't understand is that whole lie about
the Golden Powers not being compatible with you and then running off to
Aquitar without even saying two words." He shook his head, eyes full
of remorse. "We were busy, yeah, but I don't ever want to be so busy
that I don't have time to listen to a friend. Even if it's just so he can
cuss me out."
Jason grinned as Billy's eyes widened slightly at the apology. "Here's
your chance, Bill."
The blue-grey eyes went from Jason back to Tommy as Billy considered the
words. "All right. You behaved like an egomaniacal, power-tripping
dictator bent on controlling the fate of the world." A ghost of a
smile tipped Billy's lips as Tommy blanched slightly and blinked. "But,
if you'll go back to behaving like your normal self, I'll forgive you."
Tommy nodded. "Agreed." He held out his hand.
Billy gripped it in his. "As for the lie..." He shrugged. "I
don't know. I guess part of me really didn't want to be the Gold Ranger
and return to the team. Everything was different." He took a bite
out of the apple and munched on it. "As much as I do appreciate attention,
I don't relish being the center of it like you two."
Tommy laughed, sitting, as Jason shook his head.
The blue-grey eyes twinkled as Billy looked at them. "I never wanted
to be in control, guys. Just to be included."
"Okay," Jason mock-growled. "I think we get the idea, Bill.
Thanks." He grabbed another sandwich. "But you're definitely
in on this. Tell me what you make of it."
***
Aster nodded. The three who held the foundation were together. Only three
left. It was all so simple.
She walked to the prism and stroked it lightly. Bright, silverish light
bubbled up but only murmured inside the prism, like a child tossing restlessly
in a dream. The light slowly faded away until nothing but a gleam was left
to illuminate the center.
***
"Uh...guys? How're we gonna teleport somewhere we've never been?"
Tommy handed his communicator to Billy.
Billy examined it, noting the slight differences between the ones he'd
designed and this one. "Interesting."
"I've been to Trini's." Jason shrugged as Tommy's eyebrows rose.
"We got pretty close during the peace conference."
"Oh." Tommy's grin widened as Jason flushed slightly and looked
away.
"I suggest you wear it," Billy said as Tommy started to hand
the communicator to Jason.
"Me?" Tommy looked at the red band around the rim of the watch.
Red still -- even after his stint as Zeo V and Red Turbo -- was Jason's
color. "Any particular reason? Jase knows where we're going."
"But your body holds more of a residual of power than ours."
Billy shrugged. "The teleporter is going to utilize that energy."
"I'll wear it." Tommy strapped it on. He knew Jason claimed he
was fine, but there was no need to push him. "Jase, you do the imaging."
Billy stood on one side, Jason on the other, both holding one of Tommy's
arms. Jason closed his eyes and got a clear mental picture of Trini's apartment
complex. There was a good site to 'port to -- not far from the service
entry. He got it crystal clear and pushed the teleport button.
There was a dizzying moment of disorientation -- and then a series of crashes
as the three landed on the garbage cans left in the entry for the collectors
to pick up.
"Ouch!" Jason rubbed his head where the lid had come off and
smacked him. "Great. I forgot they put the garbage out here."
"Gross." Tommy grimaced as he stood.
"I suggest another spot for any future endeavors." Billy pulled
a banana peel off his shoulder and dropped it into the can with a disgusted
look.
"What the hell do you bums think you're doin'?!" A woman brandishing
a broom came charging out the service door. Her hair was in curlers and
she wore a robe that barely concealed the powder blue nightgown she wore.
"Get outta here before I ream you new holes to cram food in!"
The three made a hasty retreat, not stopping until the woman's screech
was only an echo. Tommy was the first to start grinning. "Nice neighborhood."
"Yeah?" Jason shook his head. "Just like your old home,
huh?"
Billy broke up the good-natured bantering. "Is that Trini's apartment
complex?" He pointed to a tall, grey building.
"That's the one. Come on." Jason waved for them to follow.
It took a few minutes to find a way in and climb up to the twentieth floor.
Jason led the way through a maze of corridors, past numerous brown doors
each with a different number on it. Finally he stopped at one. "Hope
she hasn't moved." With a shrug, he knocked.
"It is kind of late...." Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing
that it might only be nine in California, but here in New York -
There was silence for a very long moment and the three waited anxiously,
looking around the empty hallway.
Finally the sound of locks being undone, the click of deadbolts being opened
and chains being released told them someone had responded.
"You're right," Tommy said nudging Jason. "It is just like
my old neighborhood."
The door opened slightly. "Jason?"
Before he could respond, the door shut and the final chain came off. Trini
threw open the door. "Jason Lee Scott?" She froze, dark eyes
wide as she saw who was with him.
"Hi, Trini." Tommy grinned.
Billy stared at her, before feeling a nudge from Tommy. "Uh...hello,
Trini."
The slight Asian girl shook her head, a smile lighting her face. She reached
out to pull them in, and shut the door, relocking several of the locks
before turning to them. "I can't believe it." Tears sparkled
in her eyes as she held out her arms.
The four held each other for a moment in a group hug, before Trini stepped
back, wrinkling her nose. "What is that smell?"
"Um..." Jason grinned wryly. "We kind of hit the garbage
cans when we teleported in."
Her eyes grew wide. "You teleported?" She looked at Tommy. "You're
still a Ranger then?"
"No." Tommy's smile was bittersweet. "I just didn't follow
the rules to the letter." He held up his wrist to show her the communicator.
Trini laughed. "Same old Tommy." She took Jason's and Billy's
arms. "Let's go sit down and you three can explain to me what made
you come all this way."
"It's a long story," Billy sighed. _Why do I feel so shy around
her still?_
She gave him a long look. "I've got time."
Two hours and three pots of coffee later, the four friends were all comfortably
talked out. Scattered around the small flat on couches and chairs, they
sprawled regarding their coffee mugs.
"Well,..." Trini sat up and leaned forward to set her mug on
the battered wooden coffee table. "I know where Zack is, but I really
don't think he'll want in on this."
"What?" Her statement surprised Jason. "Why?"
"He's happy the way he is." Trini shrugged. "Zack was changed
by the conference more than anyone, I think." She tucked her hair
behind her ear. "Last time I talked to him, he said he was going on
a trip to Africa, looking for his roots."
"Maybe he'll see Aisha." Tommy shrugged. It was a small world
-- especially for the Rangers. "Shouldn't we try to at least ask him?"
"No." Jason shook his head slowly. "I think Trini's right."
He sighed heavily. "Time to revise my idea of the original six."
"What about Adam?" Billy suddenly found every pair of eyes on
him and blinked. He shrugged. "What? I always felt like Adam was part
of us."
"I agree." Jason nodded. "And we know he won't mind being
called back to action, right?"
Tommy held the mug in both hands, staring into the dark liquid pooled on
the bottom. _Wonder if she'll want to come back. The Olympic trials aren't
too far away._ He grimaced. _And it's not like I'm a big draw._
Jason leaned over to gently tap his friend's shoulder. "Tommy? You
still with us, man?"
"Huh?" Tommy looked up blankly. "Oh...Adam? He won't mind
at all. I think he's kinda lonely at Northwestern."
Trini hadn't missed the sadness haunting her friends' dark eyes. It was
the same look she'd seen too many times in Kimberly's face. _How can two
people love each other so much and not realize it?_ With a sigh she stood.
"Well, it's definitely too late to go to Florida and you guys seem
pretty certain about Adam. Why don't you crash here for the night and in
the morning we can plan our next move?"
"Dibs on the couch!' Jason threw his legs across the length to secure
his place.
"Billy, that rolls out into a futon bed." Trini pointed to the
chair he was sitting in. "Same with that one, Tommy."
"I think we should secure Adam before proceeding to Florida."
Billy said as he folded out the futon. "That way all the power we're
drawing on to teleport won't be from Tommy alone."
"Good thinking, Bill." Jason tucked the blanket around him and
yawned. "Just don't wake us up too early, will ya?"
Tommy already had his futon folded out and was trying to get comfortable.
"Amen to that," he grumbled.
"Don't worry," Trini assured them with a smile. "I won't."
Seeing Billy finally start to settle down, she turned off the lights. "Sleep
tight, guys." A rumbling chorus of goodnights answered her as she
padded back to her room. It was good to have the guys back around. Trini
picked up a picture of her and Kim and smiled. "Who says you can't
go home?" Setting the picture down, she turned off the light and settled
in her bed. In moments, she was asleep.
***
to be continued....