Prologue
- Once Upon a Turbo -
"Emma's not wearing the jacket anymore" Mary Mar-
—No. Snow, not Mary Margret. Mary Margret would never have been confident enough to chat with Regina Mills over coffee like this.
-Snow mentioned off handedly as she sipped her mug of hot chocolate. Her gaze briefly shifted to her companion, whose expression remained cool and collected. Regina Mills, The (former) Evil Queen, did not acknowledge Snow White's comment. Snow might have believed the intimidating woman had not heard her, were it not for the sparkle of mischief that could be seen in Regina's chestnut orbs.
"So you finally got a chance to throw out that monstrosity?" Regina's tone, though detached as usual, held an iota of smugness. Though it was well known that Snow White, the White Queen, and Regina Mills, The (former) Evil Queen, hated each other immensely, they had learned to tolerate each other after the curse had broken. At first, when the curse broke, the citizens of Storybrook pursued revenge against Regina. Due to Emma's interference, though, the townspeople were starting to let go of the past, and continued to live their lives as they did before the curse broke the best they could. Snow White and Regina Mills soon came to a truce. While neither had forgiven the other for their actions in the past, they both agreed to let the past stay in the past. The two began to meet every morning at Granny's diner, where they would proceed to chat over coffee, or hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon in Snow's case.
One topic they found of interest to them both was the jacket that Snow's daughter, Emma Swan, was never seen without. The jacket in question was an old, tattered thing. It always seemed to absorb the smells of everything it ever came into contact with, and said smells were almost impossible to remove, even if you were to wash the thing. Regina and Snow had long concluded that getting Emma to reveal the atrocious thing's age was synonymous to asking the blonde woman about her past; both resulted in the cold-shoulder. Despite its age, which the two Queens had come to assume as ancient, the jacket's obnoxious neon red hue never ceased to fade. It truly was an eye-sore.
Snow had admitted one day that she had despised the jacket even before Emma fulfilled the prophecy by breaking Storybrook's curse. The Charming family matriarch tried to ignore her distaste for it, though, especially once the curse had broken.
"I figured that if I ignored how hideous the jacket was, I could avoid having a fight with her over it. I figured she would eventually stop wearing it, and it was a waste of our time fighting about a jacket. I needed to focus on getting to know my long-lost daughter, and petty arguments would have just pushed her away" Snow had admitted to Regina one morning.
Soon it became apparent, though, that the red leather jacket was a constant, a necessity, in the blonde woman's wardrobe. Thus began Snow's campaign for the destruction of Emma's red leather jacket. She had quickly recruited Regina to her cause. Of course, the mayor of Storybrook never hid that Emma's jacket disgusted her in the past, so Snow didn't need to do much convincing to recruit her. The two Queens felt they did well in not directing attention to their cause, as Emma had not realized they were conspiring against her thus far. Somehow Henry, Regina's adopted son and Emma's biological son, had caught on to their plan, designating it "Operation: Cottonmouth". After a long talk about his obsession with poisonous snakes, and about listening in on other people's conversations, they were able to get Henry to promise that he forget about "Operation: Cottonmouth". Excluding Henry, though, no one seemed to suspect the duo's plan.
"Surprisingly," Snow set down her mug and ran a hand through her pixie-cut hair.
"Emma stopped wearing it on her own" Snow squinted in thought. Regina responded only be lifting a dark eyebrow in bewilderment. Emma Swan was well known for her stubbornness. The savior was very set in her ways, and seemed to fear change. For Emma to cease wearing the jacket on her own was a bit out of character for her.
"When I woke up this morning, she was already awake…" Snow continued thoughtfully.
"She was completely ready for work, somehow managed to cook breakfast without burning down the apartment building, and even cleaned up afterwards! I almost went into shock!" at this Snow chuckled. She now had Regina's undivided attention, and surprise was visible in the mayor's normally controlled features. Henry had informed Regina about Emma's deadly cooking abilities, and Regina had seen firsthand that Emma Swan was not a clean person. The Sheriff's office has in a constant state of disarray since Sheriff Graham's death, with no one but Emma to clean the place.
"She said something about getting to work early, but when she went to put on her jacket she sort of… recoiled when she saw it…"
"Maybe whatever was blocking her sense of smell dislodged its self and she realized how disgusting it was?" Regina joked, though her comment lacked her usual smugness.
"Maybe," Snow smiled nervously.
"But I'm not so sure… She sort of just stood there for a bit, then she rolled the jacket in a ball and tossed it into the kitchen trash and said 'Red isn't my color anyway'. After that she left for the office" Snow sighed, stirring her hot chocolate absentmindedly now. Regina nodded in thought; still processing everything she was told.
"That's quite… odd. Emma isn't one to change her habits so suddenly." Regina responded finally. Snow nodded, slumping slightly in her chair.
"Something's going on with my daughter; I just can't put my finger on what."
- Once Upon a Turbo -
Today has been a good day for Sheriff Emma Swan, so far. She didn't receive any calls about tracking down any lost pets, she had cleaned up the office (it was starting to smell like Chinese food anyways) and she actually finished her enormous pile of paperwork for once. That wasn't even including what had happened to her this morning. Smiling to herself, the blonde woman carefully aimed another ball of paper at the trash bin. Seconds later, a quiet swish sounded, signaling a perfect shot. It seemed that despite having terrible aim the day before, the events of this morning gave her just enough of a jump start to help her learn how to aim properly once more.
"Or maybe I never lost my perfect aim, and my subconscious was just suppressing it on me" She mused. Cerulean eyes drifted to her wrist, which was home once again to a certain box of alien technology. The wristband was not too elaborate. A simple blue tinted leather band held the silver box onto her wrist. Said silver box was, as previously mentioned, silver. The top of it was decorated with a small speed gauge, with blue accents throughout it. If one were to look hard enough, there was also an indentation on the box's side, a key hole. The box was Emma's Turbo Morpher, new and improved.
Over the years she had been tweaking the damaged machine, as well as the other Turbo Morphers, hoping that she would be able to restore the Turbo Ranger powers. She was able to get the blue and red Turbo Morphers working long enough to allow for one morph each, but the source of those restored powers dried up many years ago. She gave up all attempts at fixing the Turbo Morphers after she was put into jail. Her team had never tried to contact her after their separation, and none of them came to her aide when she was framed by her ex-boyfriend. She used her only call on them, hoping they would come bail her out, but they never showed up. That event was the ultimate betrayal of her trust. Sure, they had left her behind when the Turbo powers were destroyed and they traveled into space, and when she went to help them with a temporary power boost she had found, they treated her more like a burden than a teammate, but neither of those occasions topped this. She had finally realized that her former team did not consider her to be a proper Ranger, despite the fact that she became a Power Ranger long before they were chosen to take up the powers. With that in mind, Emma decided she was done with the Power Rangers Turbo team. For good. Besides, there were other teams of Rangers popping up every day it seemed to fight the monster of the day, so there really wasn't any need for her Turbo Morpher anyway.
But this morning, she woke up before the sun had even risen, bursting with nervous energy. Somehow, she knew that something had happened with her Morpher. She carefully lifted a floorboard near her closet; the one that squeaks terribly if steps on it to be more precise. She pulled out the small box that held her Morpher gently. Despite having sworn off rangering, she still makes sure to bring her old Morpher with her whenever she travels out of Massachusetts. She counted herself lucky that she had brought it with her when she drove Henry back home that day, because if she hadn't she would probably have had the compulsion to drive back to Boston that morning instead.
Upon lifting the lid from the box, she found no aesthetic changes to the Morpher. In fact, it looked exactly the same as the last time she fiddled with it. Despite this, she just knew that something had changed. The sudden surge of morphing grid energy she felt after clipping on the Turbo Morpher was only a confirmation of what she already instinctively knew.
The Turbo Blue Ranger was officially back. Emma smirked, as another paper-wad landed perfectly in the trash can once more.
- Once Upon a Turbo -
Far off, in a realm where time had long ago ceased to pass, a man clothed completely in black leather strode out of a dark forest. He cursed, covering his eyes with one hand, blinded from the sudden exposure to the sunlight. After a moment of regaining his bearings, the stranger glanced around, taking in the snowy white sand that encircled an enormous lake. Facing out towards the lake, was a woman clothed in black as well. The strong winds that surrounded the lake did not seem to affect the woman. Even her auburn hair, which was tied up in a loose bun, seemed to be unaffected by the violent breeze. The man sauntered towards the woman, who appeared to be unaware of his approach.
"Do you bring me results, Captain Hook?" the regal woman asked, turning away from the lake's dark waters.
"Of course, your majesty. One magic bean, as per request" the man, Hook, bowed. He then proceeded to hand her the small pouch hanging on his hook, the replacement for his hand.
"Excellent. I think it is time that I pay my daughter a little visit in the realm without magic" The woman held up the pouch, her grin bordering on insane.
- Once Upon a Turbo -
Lancelot, Mulan, and their fellow warriors and knights finally arrived at the lake, just in time to see the green swirling portal at the water's edge close completely.
"Tā mā de!" *The warrior woman stabbed the sand with her jian**. Lancelot inspected the lake for a way to follow the two criminals, despite knowing the act was in vain. It was obvious that Hook and Cora had escaped to somewhere beyond their reach.
- Once Upon a Turbo -
A/N: Hello everyone! This my project for NaNoWriMo! I'm REALLY behind right now… I had exams all week, so I couldn't start my FaNo until today! D: I'll be posting tons more chapters over the weekend to catch up though, so be prepared for 3 or more updates per day starting tomorrow night!
Now, for this idea. Yes, I know. It is VERY odd. I am a huge fan of PR, and just as big of a fan for OUaT as well. I was thinking about OUaT crossover ideas, and I thought "Why not Power Rangers?" It took me a while to figure out which PR to do, but I realized that I could rewrite Turbo with Emma in Justin's place as the blue ranger. No, Justin isn't going to exist in this one and Emma just happened to beat him to the Blue Turbo powers or whatever. I'm going about this more as….. let's just call Emma a Fem!Justin in this fic's universe! Emma has so many holes in her backstory that you can do almost anything with it. Also, concerning the difference in intelligence part of the Emma = Justin thing, we have NOTHING that denies the fact that Emma could be a genius. Emma's childhood was tough, as many OUaT fans know, so it's likely that bad environments kept her from her full potential ;)
Anyways, as the story goes on I'll dig into the backstory of my re-done PR:Turbo team, so if I don't answer some questions here I'm sure to later in the story. Reviews make me happy, so please review! :3
*"Blast it" in Chinese
**A type of Chinese sword
Word Count (W/O Authors Note):2012
Day:7 (technically 1 though?)