Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be.
Rating: R.
Caution: This is a very dark fic, especially the first chapter. There is suicide. Not for the weak at heart.
Summary: A Ranger commits suicide and all the rest are left to deal with the aftermath. First chapter is short, the others will be semi-longer.
There. Done. It was finished.
He leaned back against the vanity in the bathroom, feeling the liquid drip down his arms. As he waited, he considered the paths his life had taken him down, and how it had come to this point.
Slightly dizzy now, he looked down. The scratches he'd made along his arms had slowed down their bleeding. Amused, the grabbed the blade he was using and reapplied it, cutting deeper, welcoming the pain. The pain gave him an avenue of escape.
Finally, after what seemed to him to be forever, his vision blurred, darkened. The Grim Reaper beckoned. He smiled, closed his eyes, and slipped into Death as he answered the summons.
Forty-four year old Doctor Tommy Oliver, Power Ranger of four colors, at least four teams depending on how you looked at it, and more missions than he cared to, or could, remember, passed into the next world. He left only a note to explain why He'd ended his own life.
It contained information that probably shouldn't be made public.
It was out of his hands now.