A/N: I'm thinking of writing this out, it is semi-pre-slash, in that a Ranger is gay, but there's no relationship. It may become a series of how one Ranger gains his life back, over a long period of time. Including a reason for why Rocky didn't travel to the Moon with the other Rangers. They didn't give a reason on the show, so I'd like to write my own version. If you hate it, I'm sorry, if you love it, well, I like warm fuzzies. So please review. Supreme shout out to my number one girl Jo and her awsome editing skills.
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers
Rocky shuddered as he sat on the park bench, he knew, he knew this wasn't going to be easy, but, he had to do it. He had to tell all of them, at once, and then he would run. He would run as far as he could. After all, they'd hate him. Like his dad did, like his mom did, even though she said she loved him every night when she called. He wasn't sure where he'd run to, because he was out of family that would accept him, but he would run and keep running, until the fires of his personal hell and nightmare consumed him with wailing sirens and flashing lights. Rocky drew his knees up, resting his heels on the edge of the bench and holding them there by iron will and strong arms.
"Rocky?" Tommy said, he was holding Kim's hand, and Rocky's heart ached. "You asked us to be here, what's wrong." Their white clad leader had been through hell and back to get Kim, and he clearly wouldn't be letting go of her anytime soon. Rocky wished he could say the same.
Rocky took a deep breath, "When everyone's here," he said softly.
Two pairs of doe-like brown eyes promised him understanding, and they stood there as Billy joined them, "We should move somewhere a little more private," he said, glancing around, "I don't think we would want people to get ideas."
Rocky nodded, and Tommy and Kim led the way back to their favorite picnic table. Adam and Aisha joined them there. Tommy and Kim were sitting on the edge of the table, with Billy to their right, all three of them waiting on Rocky, who leaned against a tree, effectively separating himself from them. "That's everyone," Tommy said, "What's going on, Rocko?"
Rocky closed his eyes and tensed, ready to run. "I just- I had to say this- like a band-aid, take all the hurt at once." He knew he wasn't making sense, but, he wasn't ready to do this. He had to, though, his sister was going to be in town tomorrow and she had sworn to tell all his friends the truth. Rocky had to beat her to the punch.
"Rocky?" Aisha said, reaching for him. Rocky stepped away, ignoring the flash of hurt in her eyes, "What is it?"
"I-I'm gay." He said, gasping the words out. He looked into each of their faces for a moment and then he took off his communicator and dropped it on the ground with his morpher, "for the next red ranger," he said. He turned and ran as fast as he could, tears burning his eyes as he cut through the park, giving his all to reach his present, a beautiful, red Honda motorcycle. He had finally turned sixteen, and the gift had been all he could have wanted from his aunt, the only person in his family who still loved him. He swung onto the bike, jammed his helmet down as cries of "Rocky!" reached his ears, he kicked the bike into drive and shot off, tires squealing and engine roaring.
The tears fogged his vision enough that Rocky didn't see the car until it was too late. Screeching tires, a jolt, and Rocky went flying. Then there was a blur of pain, and nothing.
