I have other fics that I should be working on. But this idea came to me after I re-watched some of the original MMPR. It was one of those things where I was sittting down, thinking how much I've changed over the years and what my favorite shows/movies were and what they are now, and the MMPR movie was one of my favorites that I hadn't seen in almost a decade. So I decided to look up Power rangers and pretty much read through summaries of episodes that I'd seen and those that I hadn't (I got as far as Kat joining the team when I was little before I kinda fell out of power rangers) and just rediscovered it. One of the things I noticed is that some of the reds have very strong bonds to the evil rangers that they save, starting with Jason and Tommy to just recently with Casey and Jarrod and Jungle Fury. So this is just a set of drabbles, won't be updated regularly, as I have other stories that I'm working on. So . . .

Measuring Mirror

Jason leaned against a tree, absently staring at the green leaves. Green. Tommy. Only person he ever tied with in a match. Someone he'd had to fight to save from Rita. The two were friends now, thinking so much alike that sometimes it scared him. They were brothers, in pretty much every way but by blood.

Which made him think, how would it have gone if their roles were reversed? The answer he got was: pretty much the same.

It hurt when they lost Tommy . . . Jason was honestly terrified by the thought of having to chose between his brother's life and his brother's power.

Why was it that he hadn't felt slighted by Zordon when Tommy came back as the white ranger and new leader? Because he knew Tommy was good, someone who thought just like himself . . .

Tommy looked over at Jason, thinking much along the same lines. He'd discovered exactly what Jason must've felt, first when they brought Jason back to be the gold ranger and he found himself looking to his bro for guidance. Then later, having to battle him after Jason had gone evil . . . it was like being forced to look at a mirror. And it was terrifying realizing that during that time when Jason was fighting him, that Jason could have beaten him. Jason could beat him, sure he knew that, but he'd never expected the anger . . .

They were each other mirror, and no matter what, it seemed they were destined to reflect each other, to be the one that acted like a measuring stick.

And it was scary how they kept evening out.