Until My Dying Day
by PRfan4ever
Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. Saban and Disney do. If I owned them, I wouldn't be here, sitting, wishing I had a morpher too! Nor do I own the plot of the story, which was inspired by a favorite musical of mine (you'll see)...
A/N: This is an AU fanfic. The Rangers reunite to form a last alliance—a final battle between the forces of good and evil. The villains have returned, and plan to steal an important weapon, which they would be able to use to their advantage, and the Rangers must stop them. I threw in a bit of Tommy and Kimberly romance. And because of popular demand for an update on my previous story, I have decided to include Kimberly's alleged relationship to a certain Conner McKnight. Please feel free to R&R!
Conner McKnight sat on a bench, just outside one of Reefside High's many buildings. Kira, Ethan, and Trent walked up to him. This wasn't the usual Conner McKnight. Lately, he hadn't been doing pretty well. There, he sat, a frown painted on his face, and his chin in his hands.
"A D-?" Ethan was the first to break the silence, "Wow! That's a first."
"Yeah, Conner. Is there anything wrong? You seem—I dunno—off, lately. It's the first time Dr. O ever gave you a D-. Wanna tell me about it? You and Krista broke up?" Kira said, as she put an arm around her friend.
Conner sighed without looking up.
"I can't believe it," he said, absently, "They never told me!"
He pounded the cold marble slab with his fist.
"They never told you what?" Ethan asked.
"They never even told me! I'm adopted," he said, with a sigh.
"You are?" Ethan and Kira exchanged puzzled looks.
"I feel your pain, man," Trent said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Conner tried to brush him off.
"Dude," Ethan said, "You should at least be thankful they took care of you."
"That's not the point! They could've told me! All along, I thought I was a true member of the McKnight family! I mean, it would have made a difference if only they told me sooner!"
"You still are a McKnight," Trent put in, "Maybe not by blood, but you still are a McKnight."
"Man, you don't get it," Conner replied, with a defeated sigh, shaking his head.
"I do! I get it. I know how you feel. I'm adopted too, you know? You wonder about your parents, don't you?"
"Parent is more like it," he said, with a smirk.
"Your birthmother was a single parent? Wow. I didn't know that," Kira said.
"Man, it really must be hard on you," Trent said, "I feel your pain, man. It was hard for me, too, at first, but hey, I learned to live with it."
"I wish I could," Conner said.
"We'll be right here, if you need us. Give us a call, man."
"Sure, I will."
"You promise?" Kira said, concerned.
"I said I will!"
"Okay, okay! Chill, man. We'll leave you to yourself, now," Ethan said.
Organisation Européenne pour la Recherche Nucléaire (CERN)
Geneva, Switzerland
"I want a tight security on this thing, alright?" Dr. Billy Cranston barked his orders to the security team at the CERN headquarters. For the last five years, they had been experimenting, and finally, their top-secret project was complete. Antimatter. No one believed it possible. Billy Cranston and his colleagues have debated over its construction, over and over again. Pros and Cons. And so had the government. Now, at last, it was a success. But it was too dangerous. They knew the risks. They knew the danger. And so, they had to keep an eye on it. It was too risky. Antimatter could potentially destroy everything, and everyone who ever walked this Earth. This was the deadliest weapon ever to be created, since the invention of the atomic bomb. Deadlier. More potent. Potential destruction. Total annihilation.
The antimatter was contained in a container similar to that of Zordon's energy tube.
"I'll put the security team on the alert, sir," the head of the team replied.
"Very good. Are all twelve cameras working?"
"Affirmative, Mr. Cranston! All systems are go! It's a tight security, all around."
"Good. Are the lasers working?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Perfect. In case of an emergency, alert me and the whole department, at once, alright?"
"Yes, sir! Understood!"
"Good. If there is an emergency, you know what to do. Initiate DefCon IV, notify all departments at once. Alert me, when the need arises."
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you. That will have to do, for the day. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Mr. Cranston."
The head of the security team headed out the door, and so did Billy. They put five guards inside the unit, where they were to guard the antimatter, five outside the unit, and five more outside, on each side of the building, just to be sure. This was risky business. Despite all security measures, Billy wasn't sure.
He walked to his quarters with a heavy heart. A foreboding sense of fear. What if something could happen? Is the security team competent enough? Are they up to it? Or are they just a bunch of fools?
Blame it on Murphy's Law, Billy thought, with a smirk, as he walked towards his quarters, Anything that can possibly go wrong will go wrong.
He shook his head. He'd rather not think about it, right now.
Billy tossed and turned in bed all night. He couldn't sleep. Was something wrong? What was going on? He got out of bed, turn on his desk lamp, and started writing computations on blank sheets of paper. That always cleared his mind. Calmed him down. He made some random calculations—anything his brilliant mind could produce. He stopped, rubbed his eyes, and pushed back his chair.
Man, something's wrong! I just know it! Damn! he thought, as he paced up and down the room.
He went to his living room, and turned on the T.V. He opened the fridge, and took out a pint of cookie dough ice cream. He knew something was wrong. He felt it coming. He couldn't deny it.
