A/N: This is my first attempt at Power Rangers fic, so I would really
appreciate uconstructive/u feed back. Please don't flame me, because
then I'll have to ignore you and I'm betting you have something valuable to
say.
This story is set now, about 4 and a half years after Countdown to Destruction pt. 2. It generally takes the Astro Rangers guest appearances in other shows into account. Everything else that has changed I intend to exposit in time.
Thanx
Soundtrack
"..You can go with this or you can go with that..." the artificial voice pounded into Ashley's head. She sat up slowly. Reaching over to shut her alarm off, she paused and decided otherwise.
This was the kind of morning she was going to need music to wake up. So she turned it up as loud as possible.
Ashley wandered into her bathroom, unwittingly moving in time to the music.
As she stepped into a now warm shower she heard the music transition.
"....I gotta get through this, I gotta get through this, I gotta make it through this.." spilled in amongst the water.
What is this? The techno morning mix? she thought with a rueful smile.
By the time Ashley was shutting the water off and reaching for a towel many songs had passed and her techno theory was officially shot as she heard the wail "..Now he's a superstar, slammin' on his guitar; does your pretty face see what he's worth?..."
Ashley scowled and ignored the last verse of the song. I don't need to hear about a girl who lost a great guy because she was pre-occupied, she thought.
Besides, she walked into the bedroom, Andros and I aren't like that. I don't think I'm better than him, nor do my friends. In fact my friends are his friends, so there's no reason for this song to remind me of us.
So, she leaned against her dresser and drops her head, why did it?
Ashley shakes her herself out of it and dresses while ignoring the new song's mournful lyrics, "..Just tryin' to find his way home.nobody callin' on the phone.."
She finally turns the music off as the singer says something about the pope.
Her mood lifts as she wanders through her secluded cottage.
She could remember vividly the day Andros had shown it to her.
"iIt's perfect for you Ash. It's close to your parents', school, work, but it's far enough that when you need to get away from any of that, you can."/i
That day he had shown her all of the little house's features. He had been right. She adored the little patio, the brick fireplace, and the way sunlight filled the whole house through the many windows.
She paused to turn the stereo on, playing the same radio station as before.
I'd like it better if he were here more often, she admitted as "..I need your understanding, I need your love.." followed her to the kitchen.
It really wasn't his fault anymore than it was hers.
They love each other, but neither was truly willing to give up their life for the other.
Sure he still came to Angel Grove whenever he could. And she went on missions whenever she was needed.
But their time together was becoming less and less.
Sighing she washed her cereal bowl and put it away while contemplating the newest song's somber beginning, "..well they say she died easy of a broken heart disease.."
Grabbing her things she turned the radio off as she passed. The song was ending, but "..We can put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight.." stayed in the back of her mind as she forced the depressing thoughts away, as had become a morning ritual.
This story is set now, about 4 and a half years after Countdown to Destruction pt. 2. It generally takes the Astro Rangers guest appearances in other shows into account. Everything else that has changed I intend to exposit in time.
Thanx
Soundtrack
"..You can go with this or you can go with that..." the artificial voice pounded into Ashley's head. She sat up slowly. Reaching over to shut her alarm off, she paused and decided otherwise.
This was the kind of morning she was going to need music to wake up. So she turned it up as loud as possible.
Ashley wandered into her bathroom, unwittingly moving in time to the music.
As she stepped into a now warm shower she heard the music transition.
"....I gotta get through this, I gotta get through this, I gotta make it through this.." spilled in amongst the water.
What is this? The techno morning mix? she thought with a rueful smile.
By the time Ashley was shutting the water off and reaching for a towel many songs had passed and her techno theory was officially shot as she heard the wail "..Now he's a superstar, slammin' on his guitar; does your pretty face see what he's worth?..."
Ashley scowled and ignored the last verse of the song. I don't need to hear about a girl who lost a great guy because she was pre-occupied, she thought.
Besides, she walked into the bedroom, Andros and I aren't like that. I don't think I'm better than him, nor do my friends. In fact my friends are his friends, so there's no reason for this song to remind me of us.
So, she leaned against her dresser and drops her head, why did it?
Ashley shakes her herself out of it and dresses while ignoring the new song's mournful lyrics, "..Just tryin' to find his way home.nobody callin' on the phone.."
She finally turns the music off as the singer says something about the pope.
Her mood lifts as she wanders through her secluded cottage.
She could remember vividly the day Andros had shown it to her.
"iIt's perfect for you Ash. It's close to your parents', school, work, but it's far enough that when you need to get away from any of that, you can."/i
That day he had shown her all of the little house's features. He had been right. She adored the little patio, the brick fireplace, and the way sunlight filled the whole house through the many windows.
She paused to turn the stereo on, playing the same radio station as before.
I'd like it better if he were here more often, she admitted as "..I need your understanding, I need your love.." followed her to the kitchen.
It really wasn't his fault anymore than it was hers.
They love each other, but neither was truly willing to give up their life for the other.
Sure he still came to Angel Grove whenever he could. And she went on missions whenever she was needed.
But their time together was becoming less and less.
Sighing she washed her cereal bowl and put it away while contemplating the newest song's somber beginning, "..well they say she died easy of a broken heart disease.."
Grabbing her things she turned the radio off as she passed. The song was ending, but "..We can put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight.." stayed in the back of her mind as she forced the depressing thoughts away, as had become a morning ritual.