Okay, so this is my first Super Sentai story. I hope I can do it justice. This story is based from the Go-Onger series between episodes 11 and 12. The reason why I chose between those two was because in 12 we start of with a sick Sousuke…

Sousuke: Mach bad luck. :flips a coin:

Anyway, this also bringing up the idea that if the Go-Wings had been around for as long as they say, why hadn't we seen them before? And why does it appear that they're keeping an eye on Sousuke?

Hiroto: Do you think we enjoy babysitting?

Sousuke: HEY! I DON'T NEED TO BE BABYSAT!

:sighs: Miu would you please?

Miu: MelodiousFlurry doesn't own anything that is Go-Onger in this story. Only thing she may own on this is the BanKiJu, but even then, she's unsure of even that.

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Enjin Sentai Go-Onger Grand Prix 11.5 : Rescue of Red

Lap 1 – Metallic Saviors

"Careful Sousuke! Don't let that BanKiJu get too close!"

Go-On Red glanced over to the source of the voice – Go-On Green. Said Go-Onger was busy pushing back some of the uguts. Near him was Go-On Black – strong fighter if he ever knew one – doing much of the same. Go-On Blue and Go-On Yellow were also fighting some of the humanoid monsters. It seamed that all four were being lured away with the things, but that couldn't have been right.

That left him alone to fight the lead monster. What was the pollution supposed to be this time? Water? He'd lost track of the names and types even with Go-On Blue's notes.

Brushing off the warning, he pulled out a gas pump-like object as well as a small cartridge. He opened an area where the smaller of the two could be placed.

"Mantan Gun!" he called out, placing the cartridge into its slot, "Rod mode!" The fueling end extended.

"I'm ready partner!" a voice called from the weapon.

"Let's do this, Speedor!" the red fighter exclaimed.

"Right!"

"Sousuke, watch out!" another voice – Go-On Yellow – yelled.

Quickly, he tried to block the BanKiJu's attack. It was a success, allowing him to push the creature back. Taking an offensive stance, he started to hack and slash at the polluter.

"Partner! Calm down! He'll attack when you're least expecting, doru doru!"

"Rrrraaaagh!" Go-On Red growled. He brought his weapon down.

The other Go-Ongers – having grown used to their leader's shouts – ignored the cry. It was nothing unusual to them. There was a shout for every battle.

They didn't know this was different.

It was like a frozen moment – nothing moving for monster or Go-Onger. It seemed like an eternity as the one in red looked down, swallowing. A weak laugh came from his mask.

"Talk about mach bad luck," he uttered, pain in his voice.

Both of Go-On Red's hands were holding onto the Mantan Rod tightly, but the grip was loosening with each passing second. He was poised for an overhead strike. However the monster had been just slightly faster. Its weapon – a trident of sorts – was trust into the stomach, having cut a decent sized whole into the uniform and blood quickly staining the cloth around the area.

"Partner!" Speedor cried, worried for his human counterpart.

"Goodbye Go-Onger, banjunk," the BanKiJu laughed.

He yanked his weapon from Go-On Red's stomach, earning him a painful scream. This won't take long, he thought as he slashed an X over the front and back of the fighter's torso. A piercing cry was heard as the red suit was torn to shreds, dark crimson staining the uniform more.

The Go-Onger dropped his weapon, hearing it clatter to the ground as he dropped to his hands and knees. Taking off his helmet he coughed harshly, blood leaving his lips. He screamed out in pain as two more slashes were made across his back. The young fighter was at the mercy of his opponent.

"Sousuke!" two voices cried at the same time, known to the person in question as Go-On Blue and Black.

The henshin shattered, causing the cartridge that was inside the Mantan weapon to lightly fall to the ground. Sousuke shakily picked it up, trying to get to his feet. As soon as he tried though, he found himself stomped into the ground, pain blossoming from all of his wounds.

"A-ah!" he cried, struggling from under the BanKiJu's weight.

Suddenly small explosions were heard and the weight was lifted off of the wounded fighter. He felt himself lifted up and carried off. He was losing a lot of blood, but it couldn't have been enough for him to be delusional, especially about this.

Whoever carried him away was unfamiliar. They wore a gold uniform – which was currently being stained with Sousuke's blood – and a golden helmet. They held him firmly, but at the same time gently as well. Near by appeared to be something or someone in silver before there were the sounds of explosions and he felt himself being bumped slightly. He knew that whoever was carrying him was running.

Soft whimpers of pain were emitted from the young man as he was carried away from the scene. He could hear the yells from his team mates, shouting for him. The questions heard from their individual cries.

"Where are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"How badly are you hurt?"

"Do you need the hospital?"

Each yell was a yell for Go-On Red and he couldn't answer – not in the frame of mind he was currently in. Everything was getting fuzzy from the loss of blood, becoming light headed. His sight blurred as he felt the person carrying him slow to almost a stop.

"Hey kid! Come on! Stay with us!" a man's voice shouted.

"Go-On Red! Stay awake! We need to get you help!" a female urged.

"R-Ren?" Sousuke uttered, "S-Saki?"

"Come on, kid. Stay awake!" the male exclaimed again.

"Dun… Dun call… call me kid," the civilian Go-Onger spoke weakly, second from passing out, "N-Name's… Sousuke…"

"The race car driver Sousuke? The one that supposedly vanished?" the woman questioned.

Before he could answer though, the wounded fighter fell unconscious. His body went limp, the hand that was holding his wounded abdomen sliding off and dangling to his side. The once peach skin was becoming an almost ghostly white.

The figure in gold that was carrying him knelt down for a moment. They removed their helmet to look at the young man. This one was a man as well, with short blonde-highlighted brown hair. His gaze was hard, but in his dark chocolate eyes there was worry and fear. Firm hands held the Go-Onger in a position where he wouldn't lose too much more blood.

"Miu, we can't take him to the hospital," the man in gold finally spoke, "If we did, we'd have to fake identities and he's very recognizable. Like you said, he's a driver. The doctors would know who he was."

"Then where do you suggest we take him?" the silver one questioned, glancing around to make sure that none of Sousuke's team had followed. "I mean I know we want to make sure that he heals, but the hospital would take good care of him."

As soon as it was deemed clear, they also removed their helmet to show the face of a young woman, no younger than the gold. Her long auburn hair was up in a ponytail, a silver-white cover over the twist tie. Chestnut orbs gazed down at the young man that lay in her brother's arms.

The young man's outfit was mostly black, red strips going down the sleeves of the jacket. There was lettering on the front but that didn't matter at the moment. Blood covered a pale peach hand as it lay at his side. Nearly blood crimson locks fell over the peaceful yet unconscious face. Blood stained the cloth, making everything darker. In the hand that wasn't bloody was the small cartridge with a winged "1" on the top, shaking slightly.

"Go-Onger…" the gold fighter whispered, taking the red cartridge into his hand. Closing his eyes, he soon opened them and looked up at his sister.

"We take him to the clinic to get sewn up and bandaged," he started, "Then we take him to our home. He'll be able to rest peacefully there."

"What about his friends, Hiroto? What will they do without him? You've seen it, they would only be able to make one of the engine forms while the other two drive around helpless."

"We'll fight in the background and make sure that they stay alive so that he has a team to go back to. In time, we'll need their help no matter how inexperienced they are."

"My my, my own brother wanting to help the young team? What's gotten into you?" Miu questioned as her brother stood up with the unconscious young man, their henshined forms breaking. "You never used to be like this when we saw them around."

"There's something about their team that's interesting to me. I want to watch them. See how they do," Hiroto admitted, starting to make his way for the clinic he mentioned, "In order to do that, though, he has to stay alive. His own partner would not want him to leave the others in limbo if they lost him. We have to-"

"Keep him safe," the younger Sutou sibling spoke, adjusting her bomber jacket some as she followed her brother, "I understand."

The siblings hurried to the emergency clinic. They knew they would get help there for the young Go-Onger. The two just hoped that they would make it in time that he would see another fight.

LAP ONE 1 YELLOW FLAG

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