Disclaimer: NO! I do own Rocker, P.P. and Street.
A/N: Yes, this is the fic I had been talking about in Talk Show. This is also my b-day gift to Cnfzdpsychosis, whose b-day is on 4th march! Here's hoping you guys, especially her, like it!
Summary: Bridge has been having dreams of himself and Z in a burning building nearly every night, but is sure that it is a dream of an incident already passed. Three strangers arrive at SPD claiming to know the two of them, but the two of them have never met these people before... are the dreams and the strangers linked? You'll have to read to find out.
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Fire...death...destruction...
BRIDGE!
Bridge Carson, SPD Blue Ranger, sat bolt upright in his bed, sweating profusely as he tried to calm his beating heart. That was the sixth time he had had that dream in the past week and it was always the same. He would see fire, blood and rubble before hearing a loud noise and a girl screaming his name.
He glanced over at his roommate, Sky Tate, SPD Red Ranger, before climbing out of bed and heading towards the bathroom, turning on the tap and running his hands underneath the cool water. He looked at his reflection and saw that the signs of his sleepless nights were definitely beginning to show. He was developing dark circles underneath his eyes and there were... he frowned at his reflection. There were tear stains on his cheeks, showing that sometime during the night he had been crying.
Bridge washed his face thoroughly, trying to rid the signs of his dreams, but he knew that if these dreams continued, he was going to collapse from exhaustion. The dreams stopped him from sleeping after he had been woken up for fear of seeing the same dream once again.
He changed into his uniform, knowing he wasn't going to be sleeping tonight, before heading out of his room towards the Rec Room. Unknown to him, Sky had indeed woken up and was now wondering why his roommate had left in his uniform at three in the morning.
Bridge strolled into the Rec Room and headed towards the far wall, flipping into his headstand with practiced ease to ponder his dreams.
A premonition? Bridge wondered, but... it feels like it's happened already. How can that be? He sighed audibly and said out loud, "What a nice way to make me remember the week after my birthday."
He had had the dream on the night right after his seventeenth birthday and had been receiving them almost daily ever since. He was beginning to think it was due to his powers, after all, the dreams about the robots had been due to his powers increasing, but this felt more like a memory.
Bridge's eyes flickered to the birthday mark on his wrist... and he instantly tumbled over as a new vision appeared in his mind, making him lose his balance due to the blinding pain in his head.
A quick dive through the window, but a shard of glass sliced across his wrist, cutting deeply, but not deep enough to be a cause of alarm.
Bridge inhaled sharply as his eyes flickered open, squinting slightly at the sun light coming in from the window. He looked over at the clock and was shocked to see that three and a half hours had passed.
I was unconscious? Bridge thought, none of my premonitions have ever cause me that much pain or knocked me out. What is happening to me?
Bridge looked at his wrist at the birthmark which looked like a jagged gash across his wrist. He had had that mark throughout his life and he had never questioned it's odd shape, but for the first time, he wondered whether it was natural or not. He had never been in a fire at all throughout his life and he had never hurt his wrist.
Bridge shuddered at the thought of the fire. One thing he had never told the rangers about was his phobia of fire. Cruger had been careful never to send him to rescue people in fires if he could help it since Bridge would immediately begin hyperventilating and occasionally black out.
The Commander had discovered that there was no way to cure that phobia the hard way. Despite forcing Bridge into simulations of fire countless times, the results never changed, except for his fear increasing. On his insistence, the Commander had never told the others about Bridge's phobia, the Blue Ranger thinking it was an irrational fear.
"Bridge?"
Sky's voice broke through his musing and, putting on a carefree smile, Bridge looked up at the Red Ranger.
"Hey, Sky. What's up?"
"Have you been here the entire time?" Sky asked in concern.
Bridge blinked, "The entire time?"
"I saw you leave about three hours ago. Have you been here the entire time?" Sky pressed gently.
Bridge's smile wavered and he hoped that Sky hadn't woken up due to his nightmare. That was something he was not ready to talk about. "I fell asleep during my headstand."
"Right," Sky smiled, but he didn't really believe him, "You know I'm here if you need to talk, right?"
"Yeah," Bridge smiled back as he pushed himself to his feet, "want some breakfast?"
Sky's stomach chose that moment to let out a loud rumble and the Red Ranger looked very sheepish, "Um..."
"I'll take that as a yes," Bridge laughed, heading towards the kitchen area of the Rec Room. There was a small kitchen with appliances from cadets who wanted to make their own food instead of eating food made by the replicator.
"You can cook?" Sky said in surprise.
Bridge blinked at the sudden question, "Yeah."
"Huh. So what're you making?"
"How does pancakes sound?"
They apparently sounded good because half an hour later, both of them were eating exactly that.
"How are they?" Bridge asked.
"Let's just say that I'm full, but I know that if I stop eating? I'll regret it," Sky grinned.
"Well, don't force yourself. You don't need to taste it a second time," Bridge chuckled.
"Especially not in the field," Sky joked back, causing them both to start laughing.
"What's so funny?" Z asked in amusement as she entered the room.
"Nothing," Bridge turned to answer her... and immediately winced as he received a flash of flames again and a face staring at him in concern.
"Bridge?" Sky's came out concerned and Bridge blinked and focused his eyes on Sky's face.
"You okay? You blanked out for a second," Z said worriedly.
"I'm fine," Bridge smiled, "just the repercussion of sleeping upside-down for three hours."
"Sleeping upside-" Z shook her head, "I so don't wanna know."
"Not a pleasant experience," Bridge joked.
"I don't even wanna know how you know that..." Z grinned teasingly.
"You know things most people wouldn't want to know..."
Bridge blinked at the voice the others apparently hadn't heard. That sounded eerily similar to Z's voice, but he knew for sure she hadn't said that. He shook his head to clear his mind and frowned as he felt a buzzing in his head that hadn't been there before.
"Bridge!"
"Huh?" he looked up to see Sky staring at him with concern from the door of the Rec Room and he finally noticed the alarms blaring. He jumped up from his seat and ran out of the room, following Sky.
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"Rangers, there's a robbery going on right now at the Central Park. Go check it out," Cruger ordered gruffly.
The Rangers saluted and headed out towards the park, reaching there in a matter of minutes.
"You're under arrest!" Sky ordered as the others took up their positions behind him.
"I don't think so!" the monster growled, charging at the Rangers. They all scattered, Bridge and Sky to the right and Syd and Z to the left. The monster decided to go for the boys first and launched an energy wave, which Bridge dodged, but Sky didn't.
Bridge spared a glance at Syd and Z who had charged the monster and ran to the Red Ranger's side, "You okay?"
"Ow, yeah," Sky sat up.
Bridge saw the monster about to attack the girls and without thinking, withdrew his Striker and firing a shot... which missed by a mile. However, it succeeded drawing away the mosnter's attention long enough that the girls were able to get out of it's way.
"Damn it," Bridge muttered. His aim was the worst among the Rangers due to his dislike of guns for some reason. That one was as explainable as his phobia of fire, meaning he had no reason at all.
"It's okay," Sky shot off a round with his Delta Blasters, injuring the monster enough that they were able to card him. They demorphed and exchanged high-fives as Bridge picked up the card and handed it to Sky.
"Great job, guys," Sky smiled at his teammates and they smiled back at him, but the moment was ruined by an old woman coming up to Bridge and staring at him.
"Um, can I help you?" Bridge asked politely, though he was completely creeped out by an old unknown woman staring that intently at him.
"My son..." she murmured, to everyone's shock, "My Bridge..."
"Who are you?" Bridge asked, now seriously creeped out.
"My Bridge... where have you been all this time?" she asked softly, unaware that the Blue Ranger was now seriously spooked, "You said you'd come home... why didn't you?"
"Listen, ma'am, I don't know who you are or how you know my name..." Bridge said in a shaky tone. It was extremely unsettling to have a woman claiming to be his mother come to him out of nowhere.
"My Bridge..." she murmured again.
"Bridge, come on," Sky grabbed him by his arm and pulled him towards their vehicles, sensing Bridge's discomfort.
The woman tried to follow them, but her age caught up to her and she was unable to keep up with their fast pace. Bridge looked back at her once more, before turning away to face the road as they headed back to the Command Centre.
That was odd, he thought, how many women just come up and claim you're their son? I mean, I have parents, for crying out loud!
"She was probably some psychotic woman," Sky told him, "and she found out your name from the paper. We are Power Rangers after all."
"Yeah, probably," Bridge grinned, but deep down inside, he had a feeling that there was something more to that woman's claim.
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"You saw Bridge?" a tall man asked with surprise. His name was Rocker. He looked to be about nineteen or twenty with spiky black hair and tanned skin. He was built and adding his muscle mass to his height, he looked to be quite a formidable opponent in a fight.
"Yes, I'm sure it was him," the old woman said.
"That's impossible," another man, about six feet in height with a smaller build than the man who had previously spoken, scoffed. His name was Street . He wore dark sunglasses and had short brown hair and green eyes. He didn't look like much of a challenge in a fight, but looks were deceiving.
"It was my son," she cried, "I know it!"
"It was probably just someone who looked like him," the last man, P.P., said quietly. He was the quiet one of the three men, preferring to maintain a low profile and not involve himself in the fighting like the others.
"Quiet you!" she snapped, "Look in the newspaper next time. The Blue Ranger is my son, my Bridge!"
P.P. raised an eyebrow and sighed, "Mrs. Corbett, I know it hasn't been easy for you since-"
"I've told you several times," she interrupted, "call me 'mother'. You three were like brothers to my son."
"You mean the four of us," Rocker said with a bitter smile.
Street frowned as he got up, "I say we see the paper next time the Rangers come on, just to see this for ourselves."
"You believe all this?" P.P. said in surprise.
"If there's a possibility that who she's talking about is really the Bridge we know," Street said quietly, looking at the picture on the desk that was covered in a light layer of dust. He swiped away the dirt and gazed fondly at the picture of Rocker, Street and a young woman dressed in blue top and denim skirt sitting next to him and another teenager who was dressed completely in black with brown hair extending past his ears and a cigarette in one hand. They were all posing for the camera and smiling widely.
"I'm going to believe it's a reality."
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A/N: Ooh, suspensy! Well, hope this is a good enough beginning to addict you guys to this story! Things are going to get even more interesting from now on...