Disclaimer - No I still don't own them sadly.
Author's Notes - Bored, s'been a while since I wrote anything. By the way I HATE the new layout for the accounts, 'grumbles' damn ass sites can't just leave shit alone.
Summary - Tommy. Zedd. Rain. Musings.…yep that's pretty much all there is to it.
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Every Time It Rains
Zedd
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I see him standing there, his hair now shorter, his frame more solid then before but still just as lean and agile. He wears glasses now, his pain-filled eyes hidden behind the glass and thin frames, I know he doesn't need them, his powers keep his senses and body in perfect order, he only wears them to hide, to pretend he isn't what he is, isn't who he is, but I know better. I've always known better.
Standing outside of the school that is now not his place of education but of work, I lean casually against the tree, using the thick branches and leaves to shield me from the on slaughter of rain as I watch him through the window instructing his pupils about dinosaurs and the evolution of their planet. A topic I don't honestly believe he would find fascinating had it not been for the war he had been thrown into over it as a child.
Still, fascinated or not, he instructs well. He's confident. His posture, gaze, words, all show that and I can't help but be proud of him. He's grown up so much over the past few years, so much more then I ever would have thought he'd be able to given the circumstances and the hell he has survived.
And perhaps that's why I came back to this filthy planet, to see that he had survived. I had lost sight of him over the past few years, lost track due to my own problems and recovery thanks to Zordon's idiotic 'sacrifice'. Being fussed with dark power for so long only to have a wave of light shoved down your throat is not a pleasant experience let me just state that right here and now for the record. Not to mention Rita's of-so-loving cast off when she regained her status as the Goddess of Light. Goddess of Light my ass. Nearly as bad as when Zordon had brainwashed the boy to thinking he was the end all be all of light and goodness with those synthetic White Powers he gave him. There was no original white coin, only the six that had already been harnessed. He was the Green Ranger, the outer warrior, the one that balanced the light and the dark. Rita and Zordon ruined it though, ruined him. Made him choose one or the other and left him never complete, just like they did to me. It never ends. Never changes. Every generation. Every planet. Every species. It's all the same. But not with him. And not with me. We are different. Some how, some way, we survived and continue to not only survive, but fight. The only problem is I don't honestly think either of us knows just what we're fighting for anymore.
Setting his book down and leaning against his desk, he watches as the children begin to work on their lesson, but is he really watching them? His body may give the illusion of being relaxed to the untrained eye, but to mine I can see he is in reality poised. His hands are braced behind him on the desk, his spine curved just enough to allow him the maximum range of movement if he where suddenly needed to dodge or roll out of the way of a potential attack, while his eyes… his eyes are watching me. He's clever about it, only glancing at me from his peripheral vision at carefully spaced intervals, but I still catch it and he knows the moment I do as I make certain that our gaze locks, his brown eyes meeting my black.
Mouth quirking into a small smile, I give a slight nod of acknowledgment as my voice speaks to the rain around me. "Hello Thomas."
To be continued…