Welcome, darlings, to my first foray into the Power Ranger fandom! Thank you for coming. I give you a million hugs!
This project is being translated from screenplay form. I'm creating a screenplay for the Disney/ABC Screenwriter's 2010 Program, and this story happens to be my entry! Of course the boy/boy aspects of it are absent from the screenplay (don't want to enter anythiing controversial), but, being a true yaoi fangirl, I have not only translated the story from screenplay form, I have also thrown in the Tommy/Jason pairing! TA DA! I see yaoi in everything, children, so you'll have to forgive me.
If you are, by any chance, disgusted/disturbed/bored by yaoi pairings, this tale won't be for you. You'd probably prefer the screenplay version. In any case, you'd better turn back now, dearies. I won't be taking no smack for my Jason/Tommyness.
Disclaimer: If I owned Power Rangers, there would be an all-male team, and yaoiness would run rampant. Anti yaoi squadrons, that's your final warning.
There is a land, overwhelmed by darkness. On the horizon lies a beacon of light, fragile yet divine. Willowy shadows are scrambling towards the light, trying to eradicate it with flailing arms. Warmth does not reside in the land, but there is frost. Gales are sweeping over the land's black soil, infused with the essence of hope.
"Our land has been ravaged by the unknown. We can only place our faith in the unknown divinity."
The beacon of light bursts, spreading light over the ravaged land. The wraiths shriek, shielding their eyes with their arms. The light ebbs away, leaving sapphire blue flames in its wake.
"As our world ebbs away, we await the advent of the divine. We await liberation. We await the arrival of our hero."
Cool blue flames are slathered over mountains. They occupy the silver sky, allowing room for no other force. The wraiths of the land continue to cry out in distress, and flames consume them.
"Silence has swept through our world. We can no longer breathe, awaiting the arrival of our liberator."
Golden radiance erupts, swallowing the entire sky. The sapphire flames vanish, forced out by golden lumonisity. The cries of wraiths drift into silence, golden dandelion puffs dance through the rejuvenated air, but then the entire world goes black.
"Our future is on the horizon, but it is out of reach. If we are not saved, then darkness will consume everything."
Sunshine streamed through Angel Grove, blessing butterfly wings and children's hearts. Families walked underneath the sunstrewn field, tending to their business with broad smiles. Birds fluttered between emerald green treetops, honeybees were cheerfully humming their tune, and the gift of life streamed from water fountains. The Grove rarely ever saw dark days, but that particular day turned out to be even more beautiful than most. The angels were in the greatest spirits.
Angel Grove Gym was as lively as ever, filled with children of all ages. Children were cheering each other on, pushing each other through jumping jacks and sit ups. Muscle builders were lifting and lowering weights, bodies moistened from sweat. Electronica music pushed all members of the gym forward, encouraging them to go beyond their usual limits. And, as usual, a young man named Tommy was at the forefront of things. As a leader of a young, muscle-building squadron, he motivated members of Angel Grove City to keep their bodies in check.
"All right, guys! We're doing great! Only a few more repetitions and you've got it made!"
FIfteen young adults followed his lead with smiles, rocking their dumbbells back and forth. Strangely, Tommy's physical condition sank once they entered the second repetition. Beads of sweat had been dripping down his face right from the very beginning, but their second purpose was to highlight his exhaustion. Recognition dawned on his face, as if he had just remembered something, but his body was too bogged down to celebrate any restored memories. Several members of his group noticed their instructor's distress, lowering their dumbbells and eyeing him worriedly. "Everything all right?" a young girl asked, wiping strands of brown hair from her eyes. "Looks like you're having a pretty bad morning, instructor!"
Tommy lifted his head with a smile, face still dripping sweat. "Everything's fine," he said breathlessly, hands on his knees. "I guess I'm just getting too much into things."
Dropping his own set of dumbbells, he spoke to his group with a voice made of sunshine. "Why don't we take five? I'm sure all of you could use the rest."
His group dispersed, sharing concern over their instructor's condition. With a sigh, Tommy picked up his nearby towel and relieved himself of sweat. He then retrieved his water bottle, took a swig and sank into memories.
"I knew I should check up on you. Things have been pretty rough on you lately."
The young man's eyes flew open, instantly greeted by a sight he held dear. Jason was right at his side, with a hand on his shoulder. Dressed in a black shirt and jeans, he was every inch the humble eagle. Tommy, casting his towel about his bare shoulders, beamed at a friend he had missed with a desperate rage.
"Good to see you, man. How's the morning been for you?"
"Ah, can't complain," his brown-eyed friend said, smiling as the two of them entered the outside world. Electronica music faded as they stepped into a pool of sunshine, leaving behind the cluttered yet vibrant world of exercise routines. "I can't make sense of my dreams," Jason continued, wrapping an arm about Tommy's shoulders.
"And because of my dreams, I can't peg a good night's sleep. I think I've forgotten how to sleep altogether."
"Yeah," Tommy said with a sigh, peering into the Grove's sunstrewn horizon. "I see what you mean."
Neither of them speak for a moment, walking in birdsong and children's laughter. Tommy took an opportunity to break the silence, his face laden with gentle frustration and anticipation. "It's hard to make sense of anything," he said, eyes still on the horizon. "but I do know one thing. We've got to decipher our dreams, and fast. There's a world out there, it's in grave danger, and we don't know anything about it."
Jason held up a finger, eyes immersed in possibilities. "What if we're dreaming of our world? What if our planet's in danger? The answers we're looking for could be right here, in Angel Grove!"
Tommy's smile captured the sunshine. "You might be right, but we'd be better off gathering the whole gang. I think we should get to the bottom of things together."
"You'd better take care of your fan club before we go anywhere. Can't leave them hanging, now can you, Captain?"
The long-haired muscle builder dashed back into the gym, laughing. Jason watched with a smile, shielding his eyes from the sun with a hand. Sunshine bounced off his hand, leaving him in a cloak of darkness.
This was composed to the Threads of Fate soundtrack.
Thank you for supporting my first Power Ranger foray! And once again: if you're allergic to boy/boy couples, this tale wasn't for you from the very beginning. If you can't stand Tommy being with anyone other than Kimberly or Katherine, and if you've made it this far, I'm afraid you wasted your time, sweeties. If you're still with me, stay tuned for more!