Shooting stars were not actually stars; not a lot of people actually knew this, not normally and especially not among teenagers but it was true. It didn't mean that they were any less beautiful of course, those streaking entities from above, making their way across the night sky as they fell to earth; even to a scientific mind like Billy Cranston's they were beautiful, fleeting as they were. Yet he could not separate from his logical mind and see them as only beautiful; to him he saw the streaks of light, symbolizing the dust burning as the tiny meteoroids tried their damnedest to make it through the earth's atmosphere, and he saw in his head the various calculations, statistics and theories and laws that governed their movement, their chances of survival, the starting possibilities for them to even end up being the ones to fall through the skies. He saw the information in his mind of what they were, what composed them, what made them fall, and part of him recognized that this was somewhat wrong. He was weird really, wasn't he? Dorky, always speaking in 'technospeak', not as great as his friends, not as impressive; not an athlete, not a real fighter, he did wonder sometimes if he even was a real Power Ranger, but he supposed he was useful. He made the communicators after all didn't he, and he fixed the command center's systems when Tommy had broken them as the Green Ranger, and he made the Radbug and...honestly he wasn't sure if he was much use outside of the technology stuff at times.

But most of all he was just strange, the quintessential strange nerd; sitting outside in the woods near Angel Grove, the young man was up far later than any teenager should be, watching from where he was as the annual Perseid meteor shower shone in the sky. The year before had been quite the sight, one that Billy had been careful not to miss, even with him starting high school in less than a month back then; now he was going into his sophomore year and things were already looking busy. Yet here he was, sitting and watching the sky, enjoying a quiet little night far from the city and the lights, allowing him to watch the sky and see all the "shooting stars". And it was as beautiful as it had been then as well.

He checked through the telescope he had brought with him, and was glad for the thousandth time that he had convinced his father to buy him the parts he needed to modify it to work like a proper one instead of some kid's toy like it had been, and was writing down various things, mostly numbers on the amount of meteoroids there seemed to be and their rate of falling, when he noticed something; a particularly bright one. He smiled to himself, thinking perhaps it would survive the fall and become a true meteorite, and pulled away from the telescope to watch it, knowing that ultimately it was better to watch the storm with just his eyes; the light stream flashed and flew across the sky and it took him a moment to notice that it was not only bright but seemed to be relatively close. As in very close. As in coming right towards the woods!

Eyes widening from behind his glasses he tried to calculate where it would land just as it flew above him and into the trees, followed soon by a loud explosion and a blast of light; he fell back some and onto the ground, staring for a good minute or two before getting up onto his feet. He supposed the thing to do that normal people would do was run to find someone to tell, and his father or any other adult may tell him that it was too dangerous to look into on his own. But Billy was not normal nor was he afraid, anymore, of such things; he picked himself up, dusted off his overalls, and rushed into the forest towards the landing site.

There was unsurprisingly quite a bit of damage done when the meteor had blasted through; as Billy made his way towards it he found trees burned and split, the earth scorched as the path got closer and closer to the ground and he realized how lucky he had been to have sat where he had because this damage was impressive by any stretch of the imagination and had been actually pretty close to where the teenager had been sitting. Any closer and, well, Zordon might have needed to find himself a new Blue Ranger... Still he was fascinated by this as well and made a mental note to investigate further what elements caused this amount of effect before finally coming across what he had been searching for. He was startled by what he found.

Meteorites were rocks, or normally were; stone and iron, one or both, that was how it normally was. And they were usually completely solid, though sometimes there were pieces everywhere. There was one piece but he wasn't sure if the word for it was solid; a strange sort of glow enveloped it, perhaps caused by the heat of making its way through the atmosphere and down to the earth. Still below the glow he could see black, strange blackness that at first made him question his eyesight but as it actually moved and shifted gave him cause to believe that, odd as it was, the blackness was actually feathers. Many black feathers, attached to what appeared to be wings of all things; by the way the feathers seem to be the wings were obviously massive, making him wonder what kind of beast it was. An alien creature from another world at least, he knew that much, and one that was capable of traveling with simply their wings wrapped around them to keep them safe. Or perhaps, and this made him frown, a monster of Rita's? That thought made his blood cold and he reached carefully for his morpher, always with him, as the wings unfurled, revealing the person within.

At first he was not sure but after a moment he realized that it really was what he saw; a girl, roughly his age, lay unconscious under the moved wing. Long black hair covered her face, hiding it from view for the most part but from what he could see she wore glasses like him, a strange thing for an alien or a monster. The girl wore what looked to be strangely enough a school uniform of some sort, a black blazer and long skirt, white shirt with a tie under the blazer, but the school emblem seemed to have been burned off by something and was left unrecognizable. He could make out where the wings left her shoulders, the clothing ripped and teared away there and he got the feeling that the wings had not been expected when they had initially sprouted; it just rose more questions, creating a maelstrom of thoughts and theories that went nowhere because honestly he just didn't know. He did not think she was a monster, he meant she didn't look like most of Rita's monsters that were obviously so monsters and not human beings, then again the clown had looked pretty human before turning into a giant penoctopus... but still he did not get the feeling she was evil, not like that at least. But what it was she was escaped him; he found himself going closer and leaning down, reaching out with one hand and gently touching her face through the veil of hair, feeling for a second how soft it was.

It was only for a second though; just as his fingers made contact the wings stretched out and her eyes snapped open, revealing crimson irises. Billy frowned and nearly screamed, though he bit it back as he fell back and the girl rose up in the air with a flap of her wings; he saw her backlit against the sky and for a second a few more shooting stars shot by behind her, making her look all the more impressive until suddenly she fell again. This time though she didn't hit the ground; moving quickly Billy got under her, holding out his arms for her. In any other situation, it might have looked like a dream, a fantasy; the girl falling into the boy's arm, the boy catching her and cradling her gently in his arms, and for a moment in time they simply stayed like that, staring at one another, blue into red. Then color started to flood his face, realizing what he was even doing, and his glasses slipped down as he started to speak, "I-I-I m-must beg p-pardon for th-th-this rather vexatious p-predicament w-w-we have-"

"Thank you," she said cutting him off and he blinked at her some more, continuing to do so as she raised one hand to gently press up his glasses then do the same with her own; moving though seemed to cause some sort of pain though for she winced and drew in on herself, her wings ruffling against his skin.

It did confuse him for a time but then he noticed his arm feeling odd and he gently set her down before glancing over one of her wings; it was hard to notice among the dark feathers but further inspection, after coaxing her to unfold the wing again when she folded them back towards her body at his touch, he could see blood, fresh still pouring blood. She was injured, which was likely why she had winced when moving and why she had fallen after flying up; he couldn't be too sure what might have caused it, the extent or even how to deal with it until he got a better look though and preferably somewhere safe. He realized that someone else had to have noticed, Zordon at least, and though his communicator did not go off, he knew he better get moving and quick.

But where? The Command Center was only accessible and capable to be entered by those with a power coin and though he had one, she did not, meaning it was out of the question for now. One of his friend's houses, perhaps one of the girls? But this was sure to look weird and he still didn't know for sure she was or wasn't one of Rita's; if he took her to Kimberly's or Trini's the girls would get involved and maybe hurt. Plus he could tell them in the morning, it was the middle of the night after all, he would have to wake them and their parents up and that would not be nice or fun. It could wait, telling his friends, until morning, but helping her and perhaps tending to the wound could not.

So that left his house for now; not ideal but when he thought on it, with his father out of town again for a conference, the only one who would mind her being there was himself. He could look her over in his garage, let her sleep and recover in one of the guest rooms, tell the others tomorrow, and then deal with whatever comes then. Yes, that sounded like a good idea; he just had to hope Zordon would not tell the others before he had a chance. It would look bad he was sure otherwise.

He leaned down to her, trying to smile at her as she looked at him expectedly and cautiously; he spoke, "I wish to take a chance to better inspect the disturbance upon your rather peculiar avian appendage and review if any other marring has occurred and perhaps tend to them. To do so though I would require your attendance at my house where I can better examine and apply proper assistance."

Only after all these words left him did it cross his mind that perhaps she would not understand; not many always did except for his friend Trini who always seemed to understand. For her part the odd girl simply blinked at him, not responding or speaking for a moment. He was about to repeat himself, try to make it more clear, but she nodded and reached out a hand to him so he could help her back up from where he set her down. He did so, assisting her in getting to her feet and catching her when they nearly gave out, the pain from her wing obviously causing her difficulty in maintaining her own equilibrium.

"I would like that, some help I mean," she responded and Billy could not help the smile that crossed his face before he led her back to where his telescope was; he easily packed it up, readying to go back home before looking back at her, seeing her lean against a tree. He was not sure if she could make it back as she was right now; frowning lightly he leaned down, back to her, "Climb on."

She blinked at him again and he explained, "I can transport you via my back so that we can more swiftly make our way back to my domicile. It will reduce strain on your body and be more time efficient I am certain."

Once more the girl nodded and making her way over she climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck; Billy could feel her heart beating as he stood back up with the extra weight behind him and the telescope in it's carrying case slung over a shoulder, and caught himself thinking how Rita's monsters didn't have hearts, couldn't have hearts for they were monsters. He started off with his new subject, walking through the woods and trying to take the least visible path back so that the least amount of people would see him walking home with a girl with wings on his back; it was when he reached the street, empty of life and car, that it occurred to him to inquire to her "May I ask your name?"

There was, as often it seemed to be with her, no answer at first then her arms tightened a bit and she spoke in a soft murmur, "I think...it's Tsuki..."

"Tsuki," Billy repeated, mulling it over, then frowning lightly, "You think?"

"I don't remember," she muttered and buried her face in his neck, making the shy nerd blush all the more, "But I think my name is Tsuki at least. You can call me Tsuki, um..."

"Billy," he said to her, "My name is Billy Cranston...well William but everyone calls me Billy."

He wondered for a second if that sounded childish, Billy, but he felt her smile against his skin and her tone denoted nothing sort of a sneaking pleasure. "Billy...I like that name. Nice to meet you Billy."

"Nice to meet you too Tsuki." A smile crossed his face and he continued to walk onward to his house thinking once more on monsters; monsters did not like names he figured, or smile like she had. He still did not know what she was but he found himself doubting more and more that she could possibly be a monster.

(So technically I do plan on a BillyOC pairing here but as it is not actual relationship yet, and is not going to be one for a while at least, I did not put it as a pairing. Also there are certain things, people, who will also be playing big parts in this though I will not reveal who yet. I simply will say that I hope this develops in a way that I can incorporate everything I have planned. For now though this has been the first chapter, in which Billy finds Tsuki the girl with wings and decides, a little stupidly, to take her home without telling any of his team mates XD)