Author's Note: Like usual, I had this story floating around in my head.
The girl's name is never mentioned and I did it this way so it would be an air of mystery and plus some people just like putting their own characters with characters. So I left it open. I had someone in mind when I was writing this, but feel free to place your own person in it.
And no, I don't own Bridge Carson, although I'd love to.
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Bridge shut off the water and looked at himself in the mirror. As Red Ranger, he had upgraded from a double room with a roommate to the red ranger suite as everyone called it. The room had been inhabited by his friends Jack Landors and Sky Tate. Jack had gone on to do charity work and Sky was now the commander. So with the upgrade came the private bathroom, meaning he didn't have to share with anyone.
That made it easier for him. His psychometric abilities made it nearly impossible for him to be around other people, much less in shower stall other guys had used before him. Cruger always made sure he had a stall specifically for the then Green Ranger and that no one else was in the bathroom when Bridge went to shower. So when Sky became commander and Bridge Red Ranger, Sky made sure Bridge had his own shower.
Killing the bathroom light, Bridge sighed as he padded across the room. He sat on the edge of his bed a moment to let his mind settle. Ever since the last mission he had been on edge. His eyes hurt more than they used to when he was stressed. He could hardly get up in the morning and he definitely didn't let his body touch anyone else's, even with two to four layers of clothing separating them. He was cautious, sometimes to the point of severe agony, and he had to stay that way all day long.
Until he came back to his room.
She was always waiting on him. Whether it was a good day of bad, he always knew as soon as his feet stepped inside the room there was peace. As soon as her skin touched his (and she was the only one allowed to touch his skin without the pain) he calmed down. It was the only way he could sleep because other people had touched his sheets (sometimes he had to wash his own sheets for relief). He knew Sky knew but his best friend wouldn't say a word, neither would the rest of his team.
So when he pulled his legs up and slid them under the covers, he knew he'd be okay.
When his head hit the pillow, he was feeling better.
And when a warm hand laced with his, he knew he was fine.
