Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. . .yada, yada, yada. . .but there are a couple of characters that are mine along the way.

Summary: Ever wondered who else would know about Taylor's landing on the Animarium? Someone's gotta know. . .this is the Air Force we're talking about. This is kinda my take on the thought.

Pairings: Cole/Alyssa (slight fluffiness, but not fully. This is a Taylor story after all!)

Spoilers: Up to episode six in PRWF. This story can fall behind my other WF story about Cole and Alyssa as well.

Teamwork
Chapter1: Prologue--Where There's a Will. . .
By: stargazer_1017

"Yellow Eagle, this is Robin 1, do you read me, Copy?"

Second Lt. Taylor Rowe nodded to the person over the radio, even though she knew she wouldn't be seen. "Still here, Robin 1," she replied. Taylor twisted her head slightly to look behind her. "Hey Vertigo, still awake?" she called to her rio. Taylor smiled smugly as she manuvered in the sky, testing all altitudes she could fly to.

"Eagle, you gotta watch out where you're flying to," Vertigo replied, giving a soft chuckle. "Next thing you know, we'll be flying into the sun."

"Vertigo, you know me ever to fly us into a danger zone?"

"No ma'am," Vertigo replied. "But you almost scraped the desert back in Arizona."

Taylor chuckled. Vertigo was always acting like a tough guy outside of the plane. She loved testing his nerves in the sky. . .

Alarms sounding brought Taylor back to reality. "What's going on?" she asked.

Vertigo was silent as he pushed buttons, trying to decipher what was going on. "Something's not right," he muttered.

"What's not right?" Taylor demanded, checking over her controls. The needles were going haywire, and for some reason, the compass was spining out of control. "What the hell is this?" Taylor yelled.

"Eagle, we're kinda far off base. I think we should try and see if we can turn around," Vertigo said, still trying to decipher the information that was coming in through the plane's radars.

"Hey Eagle, Vertigo, you all right there?" a woman's voice spoke in Taylor's headset.

"We're fine, Skittles," Taylor replied to the other F-15 plane. "Your tracking's kinda going off," Skittles replied back. "Why don't we turn around?" she asked.

"And turn around on the mission? We're just a couple of miles away," Taylor replied. "We're going." Skittles sighed over the handset. "Your call this time," she replied. Taylor nodded, satisfied, and turned to look at the monitor again. Everything was back to normal.

"Robin 1, this is Yellow Eagle. We're already in range and ready to begin the exercise," Taylor radioed back to the control tower on base.

"Roger that, Yellow Eagle. The mission will begin in five minutes. Get your positions ready," the controller replied.

Taylor looked outside of the plane. Even though plexiglass covered the top of the plane, she took a deep breath, as if inhaling the air rushing around outside her. 'Not even the wind can keep up with me in one of these,' she thought happily. Flying had always been her dream, ever since she was a little girl. Her father had been a fighter pilot in the navy and he was one of the best.

Why had Taylor chosen the Air Force? It was one the most surperior air force power in the world. Sure, the Eagle wasn't as sneaky and agile as the Tomcat that her father once flew, but the F-15 Eagle had a couple of tricks of her own, as Taylor had proven time and time again.

"What the hell are these alarms sounding again?" Vertigo's slightly panicked voice brought Taylor out of her reverie. She looked at her monitors and frowned. The alarms were going off again. Now, they were spinning more out of control than ever.

Taylor gripped onto the control stick. She pushed forward steadily, trying to see if anything would happen to the steering. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Eagle, we better radio this in," Vertigo told his pilot.

"No way, Vertigo. We're fine. The controls are working and everything. I'm just gonna have to rely on your own sense of direction without the radars. Can you do that?" Taylor asked.

"Ma'am--"

"Vertigo, you can't be wussing out of me now."

"The exercise is starting in thirty seconds, ma'am! If we don't get ourselves killed by the rockets from the exercise, Skittles and her rio are!" Vertigo said, almost pleading. He looked around for the other Eagle.

Taylor groaned, frustrated. She didn't want to back out on this mission now. They just had new equipment come in and she wanted to be one of the first pilots in the her squadron to test them. "We're staying, and that's an order!" Taylor yelled over the noise of the alarms. She didn't understand what was going on.

"Exercise ready--exercise begin!" a voice over her headset commanded. "Get ready!" Taylor warned her rio and also Skittles in the other plane, which suddenly flew beside her.

"Roger that, Yellow Eagle," Skittles replied. She flashed a thumbs-up sign through the glass and then both she and Taylor split the air, like they usually did.

Taylor sped up the plane, and then Vertigo called out, "We've got missiles inbound Eagle. They're about 10 Kilometers off."

"Whoa," Taylor muttered. "Okay, I'm going for a blind spot here. Hang on!" she pulled the plane up and started to go into circular moves, called G's. Taylor didn't realize she was holding her breath until she sighed when Vertigo called out, "We lost them!"

"Yellow Eagle, this is Skittles. We've got a whole bunch of heat-seeking missiles on our six. We need back-up, over," Skittles voice said in Taylor's headset.

"I'm coming!" Taylor replied. She turned the plane to head back when she saw the most unbelievable thing. "What the heck is that?" she murmured.

"What did you say, Eagle?" Vertigo asked.

It was a floating piece of land, probably hundreds of yards above them. Taylor frowned. She couldn't be oxygen deprived, right? "Vertigo, how's our oxygen supply?"

"Still good, ma'am."

Taylor blinked. Then the floating piece of land ahead of her really was. . .a floating piece of land!

"Yo Eagle, you all right? We gotta head back to help Skittles out."

For some reason, the floating island was intriguing Taylor. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Then she realized she was heading straight for it! She looked down at the control stick. Yep, she had unconciously steered towards it. Taylor tried to steer the plane from the island, but for some reason, it jerked away, as if fighting against her controls.

"Damn it!" Taylor yelled, trying to pull on the stick harder.

"Eagle, what's going on? We're heading too high!" Vertigo yelled, trying to look out the window at where they were, but the sun glared in his eyes.

They were speeding towards the floating island. Taylor realized that maybe in a minute or two they would reach it and and crash right into the bottom of it. . ."Eject, Vertigo!"

"What?"

"I said eject!"

"What's going on?. . ."

"The plane's heading straight into the sky! I can't stop it!"

"But what about you?"

"Just eject, damnit! That's an order!"

Taylor knew Vertigo was probably hesitating to eject. No real pilot would eject unless he or she really had to. Taylor was going to stay with this baby as long as she could. She was hers.

"Damnit, Yellow Eagle, where are you? I can only confuse a few of the missiles for so long. Where the hell are you?" Skittles strained voice yelled in Taylor's headset.

Taylor continued to pull on the stick. She knew she should help Skittles out. . but right now she couldn't. "Damnit Vertigo, I told you that was an order!" she yelled at him. Vertigo paused before pushing the eject button on his side.

Taylor kept pulling on the stick. Suddenly, it seemed to obey her command and the stick moved over to the right. Taylor's jaw tightened as she kept her hold on the stick. The floating land was coming closer. Just a little bit more. . .

The edge of the floating island just missed the plane's wing by a few feet. Taylor sighed with relief, letting herself relax a little. She took a look outside and gasped.

The floating island was beautiful. There were lucious greenery, a beautiful waterfall emptying into a large lake..."Unbelieveable," Taylor murmured. Then she frowned. "This can't be heaven or anything," she thought outloud. Then she stared back at the island. It could sure pass as it.

Where the hell am I?

Author's Notes: You like? I hope that wasn't too confusing. Sometimes, I think I'm watching too much JAG *grins* See? I can write a non-Red and White story. . .although a little of it's going to be in the story. Chapter two's coming up really soon. Please R/R or send me e-mail: stargazer_1017@lycos.com