Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Samurai
Since the breakup, Mike hadn't come out of his room. He just laid there, in his bed, in the dark, alone, and whenever someone came in to see if he was okay, he hid under the covers and pretended to be sleeping.
But eventually he stopped pretending. Eventually he did fall asleep. And in his dreams, his fears were confirmed over and over again. He watched as Dekker tortured Emily for her stupidity. He watched, and there was nothing he could do to help because Emily hadn't told him where she was. All he could do was stand there and watch as Dekker delivered blow after blow and Emily, less and less, tried to run away.
Then, Dekker did what Mike was really scared he would do. He started to touch her. And too weak to fight back, the only thing Emily could do was let him. Mike watched, screaming for Dekker to stop, but no one heard him. Dekker told Emily she owed him. She couldn't take his son away without giving him something in return.
Mike closed his eyes. He couldn't watch. He knew it was just a dream but he couldn't wake up.
When he did open his eyes, he was standing somewhere new. He was right in front of Emily who was tied to a tree, unable to move any part of her body at all. Mike looked down and saw the only part of her that wasn't tied with rope was her stomach. Her expanded stomach. She was pregnant. Mike placed his hand on her stomach before her noticed her eyes were suddenly wide. She was staring right through him so he turned around to see what she was looking at.
Dekker was coming back. Mike tried to protect her, but Dekker walked right through him. He remembered he wasn't actually there. Emily hadn't told him her plan. He didn't know.
He turned around to scream at Dekker, who was forcing Emily to eat and drink, but as soon as he spun around, Mike found himself somewhere else. Emily was no longer tied to the tree. He looked around for her and what he found shocked him.
Dekker was standing in the middle of the woods holding what appeared to be a newborn baby. A little ways away was Emily, lying in the dirt, too weak to do anything but watch Dekker and wait for him to decide her fate.
"Emily!" he heard someone scream and he saw all the others, himself included, finally arriving. He couldn't believe it had taken this long for them to find. His entire body started to shake as he watched himself fall by Emily's side and the other Rangers stood around her, protecting her from Dekker.
Dekker started to laugh, "You are all too late," he said and held out the newborn by the throat. He wasn't choking her because she was already dead. Mike watched, horrified as Dekker tossed the dead infant over to Emily, "You take my son away from me, yellow Ranger. I'll take your daughter from you."
With the last of her strength, Emily tried to reach for her daughter but she couldn't make it. Her hand fell into the dirt before she could reach. Mike watched as his dream-self grabbed her in his arms.
"Why didn't you tell anyone, Em?"
Mike approached himself and Emily. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Dekker was right. It was too late. His dream-self closed her eyes. She was dead.
Mike woke up with a start. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling like he couldn't breathe. It was all just a dream, but it felt so real. It felt like it could have happened. Had Emily's plan not worked, it could have happened.
He pounded his fists into his bed. She should have told him. He could have protected her. He couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten. Losing her was too much. Losing her would kill him, and each and every time she found herself in danger, he felt himself dying a little more.
And now she was gone. She was alive, but she was gone. She had broken up with him. She had tossed the ring back like it meant nothing. In every way, Mike felt he had lost her. She was gone in real life and dead in his dreams.
He grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room. It hit the lamp on his desk and sent it to the floor. He jumped out of bed, grabbed everything on his nightstand and threw it all, one by one to the wall until he reached the snow globe. He dropped everything else, took a calming breath and stared at the snow globe.
Then, with everything he had, he launched it across the room and watched as it shattered upon impact with the wall. He picked up the rest of the stuff and started to throw them as well until someone grabbed him. He looked down and saw Emily.
"That's my stuff!" she screamed at him. He grabbed her arms and pushed her into the bed.
"You could have fucking killed yourself!" he screamed, pressing her into the mattress. "Do you have any idea what he could have done to you?"
"I had to protect Terran," Emily answered him.
"What if he had killed you?"
"I don't care…"
"I do!" Mike screamed and pressed a little harder against her chest, really pinning her against the bed, "We're a team, you idiot!"
"You wouldn't have let me go."
"Because it's Dekker!" Mike shouted, "He could have…"
"If I hadn't gone Dekker would still be looking for Terran. He'd still be in danger!"
"And we would all be here to protect him!"
"We'd die for him anyways!"
"I could have protected you!"
"I can protect myself."
"Oh yeah?" Mike asked. He pulled Emily up and threw her to the floor, "If you can't protect yourself against me, there's no way in hell you can protect yourself against Dekker!"
Mike pulled out his Samuraizer and traced a symbol. The window smashed as vines grew up from the ground outside and stretched into the room. They wrapped around Emily, grabbing her waist, her arms, her legs, and her neck. Emily tried to struggle but she was stuck. Mike took her Samuraizer and threw it across the room.
"You can't do these things, Emily!" he screamed at her.
"Mike! She can't breathe!"
Mike heard this and looked over to Emily as he realised what he had done. He had let his anger get the better of him. He recalled the vines and they dropped Emily to the floor. She gasped for breath.
Kevin and Antonio grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the room. They didn't give him a chance to explain at all.
They threw him into the dojo and locked him in. Mike heard Kevin slamming his fist against the door.
"You beat up the dummies!" he shouted angrily, "not your fiancée!"
Mike was done. He crawled over to the wall, leaned his back against it and hugged his knees. He was scared; he was so scared.