A\N: Guys, much as I love Gardein's input, I have digital cookies for my reveiwers. And I feel kinda lonely here...
TOMMY
Surprise.
That's...new. I haven't felt surprised in...a long time.
You mean, since you heard from me?
I shake my head, trying to get rid of Tommy. I'm Tirthor. Tirthor.
Sure you are.
That's Kimberly's voice. A memory. I can banish that one more easily.
I look down and sigh.
I swoop down, landing on the roof of the Command Center. Whole. It's as if it was never broken, never attacked...
Who did this?
The Reds. They have the superstrength, superspeed, the abilities you need to work on a project like this. Oh, yeah, and doesn't Rocky own a construction buisness? Add lots of concrete to that mix, too--
Be silent, Tommy, I order. I am not going to listen to this idiocy.
I would've thought you'd crack the jokes.
Not really...damn. I'm talking to myself. How the hell did that happen?
Kira's asleep on the roof. I smile at her, finally noting the white wings, darkened by night. She curls them around her, shivering.
I sit next to her, resting one wing over her body. Her shivering stops.
I smile slightly.
Kira's...our daughter. Tommy's, because he took care of her when no one else would.
Mine...
Mine because soon, she'll be following me instead of that fool Jason.
I toy with the idea of recruiting Tommy's other children, then discard it. Conner has no evil, no darkness in his soul. His leadership might come from a stain, but he's too irrivocably...well, childish. Trent might have had evil in him, but it's gone, leaving compassion in its wake. Ethan wouldn't know how to fight. He's great with computers, but honestly, computers only go so far, and for weaponry I can get Haley. Although she's infuriatingly hard to find...
But Kira. Perfect Kira. Her very soul weeps darkness. She radiates the strange balance only a few Rangers are blessed with, the need to be evil and the salvation of the Power.
I smile. Perhaps I could take her now--
Ow!
I yank my wing back, shaking it out and forcing myself not to curse. Waking Kira isn't a good idea.
What's around her neck?
A useful idea, Tommy? You might be brighter than I thought. Perhaps Jason gave her some protective jewlery...
A pentagram.
I frown. What in the world would a pentagram have to do with anything?
Tommy laughs softly. Poor Kira...amazing. No wonder you're so safe.
Do you mind explaining that, Thomas? I demand.
Tommy goes away.
I almost scream in frusteration. What the hell is going on? Dark Magyk sparkles at my fingertips--
I blink.
Oh. Kira's a Witch.
Like me.
I smile darkly. A depressed, traumatized, frightened Witchling, from Earth, of all places...please, Jason. Just hand her over to me while you're at it, why don't you?
I let my wingtip brush across Kira's face. "Soon, Angel." I whisper. "Very soon."
Then I take off.
Our daughter will be turned.
What do you say to that, Tommy?