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A/N my first power rangers fanfic, please review kindly
The funny thing about good and evil is that even if some people are born to be saints and others to be sinners, the ones who really matter can go either way.
Gathered round a table in 'Ernie's juice bar' five teenagers sipped their smoothies slowly as they waited for their friend to finish her gymnastics practise. They were a curious group of friends, consisting of the normal stereotypes in American high school: the jock, the cheerleader, and the computer geek who normally despise one another.
Perhaps even more unlikely than this group of friends, was the 'juice bar' in which they hung out. Aside from serving juice and other delicious drinks it seemed to be home to, in a very small space, a large number of sporting activities; which in such close proximity to the kitchen couldn't be hygienic. Currently the sports area was home to a great amount of gymnastic equipment on which a petite girl in pink was performing extraordinary feats of gymnastics. Back flipping her way along a balance beam a normal crowd would have been at least moderately impressed. Angel grove, however, was used to it and in a town where superheroes save the world from aliens on a regular basis, gymnastics just doesn't seem as fascinating: unless your name was Kimberly Ann Hart that is.
Dressed in her familiar pink leotard she completed her display smiling slightly at her performance; it had been much easier today than ever before. With a little wave at her friends, which indicted that they should get her a drink, she walked off to the changing rooms for a shower.
As Trini Kwan drained the remnants of her banana smoothy, she saw her friend signal she would be joining them soon. "I'll go," she said standing up, "I need another drink anyway." This was true, but it wasn't the whole reason she had volunteered; if she hadn't, Tommy: Kimberley's almost boyfriend, would have done and as much as she trusted her formerly evil companion, he did tend to be a bit forgetful and Kimberly was likely to end up with a green smoothy instead of her traditionally pink strawberry drink. It was almost ironic, mused the yellow ranger; she herself drank banana smoothies, Kimberly opted for the pink strawberry, Billy liked blueberry, Zach had cola uncaring of its sugar content and Jason drank cherry aid, each drink the same colour as their ranger identity. She wondered if Tommy had felt pressured into choosing the green smoothy, what flavour was it anyway, lime? Did he think he had to drink something the same colour as his suit? Now she thought about it, did he feel pressured into wearing green all the time as well? She'd always worn yellow and Kim had always worn pink, and she only had very few memories of the guys in other colours, but she hadn't known Tommy that long, had his wardrobe always consisted of just the one colour? It didn't really matter now anyway, their colours had become an out-of-uniform uniform, a sign that they were a team no matter what they were doing, but it made her think.
Strolling back to her seat carrying the two drinks she arrived only a moment before Kimberly. Rolling her eyes as she saw Kim smile sweetly at Tommy, she'd always been so good at that kind of thing: good with guys. Trini on the other hand, sweet and caring as she may be, was not. Friendship she did perfectly, flirting not so well. Casting a longing glance toward Kim and Tommy, she sat down amongst her friends and took a vibrant interest in the discussion about a beach volleyball game tomorrow.
"Ay, ai, ai, ai, ai" called a loud robotic voice, as its owner ran around in circles in the power chamber, "it's happening zordon!"
The head nodded sadly, "I know Alpha; I felt it, and he will have too."
Hank Cranston sat in the lounge drinking a coffee whilst reading the newspaper; 'Power Rangers foil latest conquest attempt.' Glancing at the colourful picture of the six rangers on the front page he was struck by the oddness of the life he lived. Perhaps the oddest thing of all was that he was comfortable, even happy, in it. He lived in a town which seemed to be the centre of alien attacks on earth and which was protected by a group of mysterious heroes. He was also a single parent and he worked too much, but he was happy; he felt at home in Angel Grove, with his son.
'Billy': he saw so much of his mother in that boy, no matter how many people said that he was just like him. He could see why they said that, the love of science, the blonde hair, the techno babble they both spoke, but he knew they were wrong. Billy had vibrancy, love of life and a confidence that had come from his mother. Hell, his straight A's and love of study could be from her, the only thing he could really claim was the blonde hair: Sarah's hair had been dark and beautiful. There was no denying she'd been beautiful, he'd often wondered what someone as perfect, someone so full of life, so pure was doing with him. It had been best not to wonder, just to accept it and be happy, and he had been and was again, but now the light came from his son.
Taking another sip from his coffee, Hank was surprised to find how lost in his own thoughts he'd become, still at least they were happy thoughts. It was amazing how much ones mind seemed to wander, as you got older; there was a scientific explanation for that, Hank knew, but still it was amazing; and all from one news story.
Settling back to his paper, the phone rang. Sighing as he stood up, knowing that his restful afternoon was disappearing in to nothing.
Jason Lee Scott slumped in his seat in Geometry class; he knew what was coming next. He knew for sure he was about to be handed a detention slip and sent to the office. He knew he was about to be lectured by the principal about skipping class, about how important school was, about how his grades were gradually slipping. He wanted to punch something in frustration. He knew he'd missed two classes yesterday; when he and the others had been forced to take off after lunchtime to fight one of Rita's monsters, and he knew he was about to face the consequences of it. What he didn't know is why he had to suffer for doing the right thing.
He heard the teacher enter the room, and glancing round at his friends, awaited the inevitable.
"Mr Scott, Miss Kwan, Mr Taylor; so glad you chose to join us today, now if you'll just toddle on down to the office; you know the procedure by now, and we'll sort out your detentions."
Wondering if there'd actually been any point in sitting down, Jason and his two friends made there way out of the class room and down the hallway; meeting the others on the way.
"How was Science?" asked Zach jokingly.
"Short," replied Kim seriously, "we've got to do something about this."
"Affirmative" agreed Billy, "my father will be most displeased when he discovers the negative impact this is having on my academic career."
The others looked at Billy blankly for a moment, before Trini translated; "his dad wont be happy when he sees his grades."
"Nor mine," added Tommy sadly, "and my parents were so pleased with the way I started out here; Billy's help really made the difference."
"Until we had a monster attack almost everyday."
"To be fair though," added Trini thoughtfully, "the monsters have been a bit pathetic recently haven't they? We haven't had to use the zords in weeks."
"Maybe it's a new tactic," said Jason, " you quantity instead of quality?"
"Don't complain," said Zach lightly, "I prefer a few days detention and the odd D to long tiring battles that destroy the city."