Title: Krrish
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Pairing: Bridge/Z
Prompt: #1 Beginnings
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: Well, this is set in the universe of a movie I saw. Bridge is living with his grandmother near a village on the hills and just wants to be a normal boy. What is keeping him from being normal is the fact that he has superhuman abilities. His life is his grandmother, but when a girl literally falls into his life, he has to go to Singapore to woo her and maybe find out some secrets about his father and abilities along the way.
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Author Notes: Someone please tell me if making stories with a base in a movie is against the rules? And be gentle with the criticism, I have an inferiority complex. (cowers)
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Jennifer Carson roamed about her house, picking up various toys and boxes from the floor of her house. She sighed as she caught sight of a bigger mess of paper, pencils, books and colors on her coffee table.
"Bridge..." she groaned and made to clean up the mess, repeating in her mind that her grandson was only four. That boy was so messy!
Her thoughts were cut short as she found some pencil sketches, identical to the two pictures hanging on the wall. Jennifer looked over at the pictures and then at the identical sketches, complete with shading. Her son and his wife.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she wiped them away quickly, looking at the other detailed sketches of animals and then called out for her grandson, "Bridge?"
"Grandma?" Bridge's voice came from outside where he was sitting at a table, all his attention on his drawing.
"Whose sketch-book is this?" she asked, flipping through more drawings.
"Mine," Bridge answered back, absently.
"And whose drawings are these?" They were too good for a four-year old.
Bridge sighed and looked up finally, "Grandma, if the sketch-book is mine, then wouldn't the drawings be mine as well? Why do grown-ups act like kids sometimes?"
Jennifer laughed and walked out to where her grandson was looking up at her with a pout, "Grown-ups act like kids when kids do things like grown-ups. These sketches are really good. How did you make them?"
Bridge gave her the sketch he was making, "The same way I made this one of you."
Jennifer had to gasp at the beautiful sketch of her when she was normally sitting outside and gazing at the sky. Bridge had drawn the background of their house along with coloring certain parts. She looked at him and felt a pang as she took in the pale blue eyes and the light brown hair, completely identical to his father's. It was almost as though he had not inherited anything from his mother.
"Jesse loved making sketches too..." Jennifer said with fondness in her voice.
"Father did too?" Bridge asked, his eyes lighting up with joy of sharing a character trait of his father's.
"Yes. He would love to just sit out and draw anything that did or didn't move," she smiled.
"Cool! I want to be just like dad!" Bridge smiled as well and caught sight of a little blue bird. He immediately took another piece of paper and began scribbling furiously, only looking up to make sure the bird was still there.
Jennifer ruffled Bridge's hair before getting up and going back into the house to answer the ringing phone, "Hello?"
"Mrs. Carson?" a male voice came from the phone.
"Speaking."
"We need to have a meeting about Bridge."
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"What's wrong sir?" Jennifer asked as she entered the principal's office. After receiving the call, she had immediately driven up to Bridge's school, only pausing long enough to tell her grandson where she was going.
"I'm not going to draw this out," the principal Turner answered, "we want Bridge to take an IQ test."
"An IQ test?" Jennifer asked, taken-aback, "Why? Bridge is completely normal!"
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but Bridge is not normal at all," Turner shook his head.
"Are you saying that Bridge might be...retarded like Jesse was?" Jennifer sputtered, "B-But, no teacher has complained about him! He gets good grades, never a grade less than an A+ in fact! He even does his homework without help and without complaint!"
"He does the homework of other students as well," Turner said somberly.
"What?"
He handed her a neat notebook, filled with equations, "This is the notebook of a child in third year elementary school."
Jennifer flipped through the notebook and looked up at Turner in shock, "This is Bridge's hand-writing..."
He nodded, "That's because Bridge has done this child's homework."
"But how is that possible? Bridge is in kindergarten!"
"That's what I mean! We want to conduct the IQ test to see how ahead Bridge is of other children of the same age." He looked at her with a smile, "There's a chance that what powers Jesse received from the alien Cruger when he arrived on earth may have been transferred to Bridge!"
Jennifer bit her lip, but nodded resignedly. It was important to know if Bridge really did have the same powers as her son.
An hour later, Bridge was sitting in front of a panel of six teachers while his grandmother looked on from the dorrway. The four-year-old didn't seem at all nervous to be answering questions that they had not covered in class, on the contrary he seemed very eager.
Turner leaned forward, "Bridge, at what age does the brain stop growing?"
"When we reach fifteen years of age," Bridge answered promptly. Jennifer looked up in a mixture of shock and horror as they continued the questioning.
"When a marble and a cannonball are dropped from the same height, which will reach the ground first?"
"They will reach the ground at the same time," Bridge answered without a trace of doubt.
"How do you calculate Amount?"
"Principal plus Interest."
Jennifer could hear no more as she ran into the room and grabbed Bridge's hand, pulling him out of the room and away from the questioning teachers. Turner followed her and she told Bridge to wait out in the hall and followed the principal into his office, walking to the window and staring out at the grounds.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked in surprise, "the test was going well! Bridge gave the right answer to every question, even the ones children twice his age wouldn't know! It's obvious now that whatever powers Jesse received from Cruger, they have been transferred to Bridge genetically!" he smiled.
Jennifer remained quiet and the principal went on, "Just you watch, Bridge will become even more famous than his father! His name will be in the Guinness Book of World Records! He'll make a discovery that will change the world; he'll be known everywhere, just like Jesse."
"That's exactly what I don't want, Turner," Jennifer said quietly, remembering the two pictures hung on the wall in her home, "After all, what did Jesse get in return for what he did? They gave him medals, certificated and then they used his powers and talent...they used him."
She bit back a sob, "And then...I lost my son...I lost my daughter-in-law. All I have left is my grandson. I can't lose Bridge, Turner, I've lost too much already."
"I understand what you mean," Turner said quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder, "but fear does not change destiny. After all, talent is like the wind and the sun. It cannot be hidden."
Jennifer looked at him with a determined gleam in her eyes, "I will hide his talent. I will take Bridge and take somewhere away from the eyes of the world. Far away."