Disclaimer: I do not own any characters related to Power Rangers they are owned by Saban/Disney et. al

I do however own all things Tanzetti and reserve the right to reuse them as I please.

A few quick words before I begin. First off, thank you blueninjettiranger for your kind reviews. You are definitely added to the most loyal fan list.

Second, one more thanks to Spy for suggesting that the Ninjetti and Tanzetti empires were related. I hope you don't mind my taking that and running with it. Feel free to do the same. If you haven't read either of Spyridon's Ninjetti series I suggest going over there and reading it, after you finish this of course.

Lastly, as a warning, I'm going no holds bar on Legacy. I held back a lot with the previous two stories, mostly because I was inexperienced in writing and wasn't sure of the fan response. Most people seemed to prefer a more "teenage" style love story. Well those days are over, this story will be much more adult and if I feel it opens the story up to cross a few lines I will do it. Billy and Marcy are adults now, and well, they're going to act like it. All scenes will be tasteful and conducive to the story, however, if you're easily offended, uncomfortable with adult content, or under 18 I suggest extreme caution with the following story. I'll be using the same code as Twilight writers, a Lemon chapter means contains sexual or adult content. Hope this isn't a problem for anyone, but I felt obligated to give fair warning.

Okay, so if there are no other problems, let's begin!!

*****

Billy fell back against the pillows, the sweat pouring down his face, his heart beating nearly out of his chest.

"God, I'm dying," he whispered. "I could go the rest of my life without doing that again and I won't miss it."

He heard Marcy's soft laughter and felt the heat of her body roll against him, half of it resting across his. "You won't be saying that in fifteen minutes."

He sighed and closed his eyes. She was right. Every since their bonding her very presence was like a drug to him. When he was away from her he could still sense her, and the pull to be near her was insatiable. Even when they were together he couldn't get enough. The touch of her body, the comfort of her voice, the constant awareness of her mind. She said it would get better over time, he'd learn to control his emotions and his body would adjust to the changes the Tanzetti crystal and the bonding magic had done to him. At the moment however, he couldn't think of living any other way than like this.

"We should get some sleep," Marcy said. "Tomorrow's a big day."

She was right about that too. Tomorrow they were teleporting to Aquitar, and from there to the Caldyne refugee camp he'd found for her. It had taken a week for them to prepare to leave. Billy had expected her to want to go right away, but Marcy hesitated. She didn't want to show up on her family's doorstep completely unprepared. So they had the Aqutian Rangers go in and make contact first to set the stage for their arrival.

There wasn't much to worry about in the way of hostility though. The Caldynians were more than happy to welcome back a Tanzetti warrior. The Aquitians hadn't mentioned the bonding to them, Marcy wanted to be able to do that in person.

Billy felt Marcy shift next to him. She rolled away until she was facing away from him. He rolled onto his side and pulled her against his chest, and fitting her hips into his, his hands automatically drifting to the lower curve of her breasts. Marcy let out a small sigh and relaxed in his arms, but he couldn't sleep yet. From where he was he could see the large suitcase they'd packed together for their trip. He'd moved nearly all of his clothes to Marcy's house the last month. Of course that hadn't been completely his choice. His father's house wasn't the most welcome place right now.

His father. Billy felt a twinge of guilt over the whole situation. After the bonding he'd gone back home and told his father everything. He'd already told him some about the Power Rangers four months earlier, when he went to Aquatar for a month to help Cestro in the war. His father knew he was still involved with the Rangers, but he didn't know Marcy was back in his life, and Billy regretted not letting his father in on that fact because when he got to the part about Marcy and the bonding, well that hadn't gone well.

"How could you have done something so stupid!" Hank Cranston had shouted.

"It wasn't stupid. I knew what I was doing."

"What about your future?" his father asked. "You have too much potential, too much opportunity to just throw away on this girl."

"I'm not throwing it away!" Billy shouted back, his anger fueled by his magical need to protect Marcy. "She wants me to go to college. She'll come with me wherever I go. I can still do everything I wanted to do. Nothing has to change."

"Everything will change," Hank said. "Marriage changes your priorities. Everything you do will be divided now. God Billy, how could you have done this to yourself?"

"If that's they way you feel then you can just forget about me," he said, his new powers and clouded emotions fogging his more logical thought. "I'll be out by the end of the week. You'll never have to see us again."

And with that he'd teleported away in a flash of blue lightening.

After he'd calmed down he regretted being so harsh. He'd gone over twice more to try and see his father, but Hank refused to answer the door. He could have teleported into the house, but after everything he'd said he felt that was too much just now. He only teleported into his own room for clothing and a few other things. He always left a note when he came in case his father checked his room. Every time he went back the notes were still there on his desk untouched. So he'd resorted to calling several times a day, never getting an answer but always leaving a short message. His last message had been the day before when he'd told his father about them leaving for the Caldyne camp and that he wouldn't be back for at least a month. They'd planned to be gone no more than two months because the fall semester at CalSci started then. Marcy had already bought a small condo near campus to stay in while he was in school. She was still insisting he spend at least a semester in the dorms, and he was adamant that was unnecessary. It was one of the few things they didn't agree on, but Marcy had been through college twice now and told him it was an important experience, and one he may not get a second chance at like she did.

At least he wouldn't be too far away in Los Angeles. He could come back to Angel Grove and try to see his dad again. He hoped that if his father saw him in college and doing well he might soften a bit to the whole situation.

The pressure of Marcy's hand on his brought him back to reality.

"He'll come around," Marcy said softly. "He loves you. If he didn't he wouldn't be so angry."

"I hate leaving him like this," Billy said.

He knew she could feel the sadness through their bond. He struggled to tamp it down, not wanting to hurt her, but she squeezed his hand harder, knowing that if he resisted the emotion instead of releasing it, he would only suffer more later.

"You don't have to come with me tomorrow," she said. "You could stay here, go back to your dad."

He pulled her closer, the thought of her being thousands of light years away scaring him even more than the thought of never seeing his father again.

"I can't," he said. He didn't need to say more, or to explain why, she knew, the suggestion had been just as painful for her, but she loved him too and needed to make him happy. "We'll figure it out when we get back. You're right, he'll come around eventually."

He snuggled closer to her and let his body relax, but he was still too high-strung from his thoughts to sleep.

"Tell me a story," he said.

He felt the vibrations in his arm as Marcy laughed. "Alright, what story do you want?"

"Tell me about the Eltar wars. How the Tanzetti tried to save the Ninjetti."

"That's a sad story," Marcy said. "It ends badly."

"I don't care," Billy said. "I like it. It's part of both our histories. The Power Rangers came from the Ninjetti."

"The Ninjetti and Tanzetti allies again," Marcy said. "When we get to Caldyne we need to make sure the storytellers add that to the story. It makes for a much better ending."

Marcy rolled over to face him, and he relaxed into the pillow and closed his eyes. She was a very good storyteller. He'd heard the story of the Eltar war against Rita and Lord Zedd a million times now It was a story Zordon had never told them, but he didn't blame his former mentor. As Marcy said, the story ended badly. Zordon, betrayed by his best friend, the Green Ranger and banished into a dimensional warp, then the Green Ranger taking up with Rita, getting betrayed by her and losing the Green Power Coin. He'd asked Zordon about it after the first time Marcy told him the story and the only thing the old Mage had said was, "The Caldyne storytellers have long memories."

Billy pushed those thoughts aside and closed his eyes as Marcy began speaking. She stroked his hair while she talked, her voice light and lilting, as if the story were speaking through her, not just coming from her. "There were six bearers of the Ninjetti Power Coins. The leader was Zordon, the Red, then his wife, Cerea, the Pink, and her sister Madala, the Yellow-"

"You were named after her," Billy said softly.

"Yes," Marcy said. "Quiet, let me tell the story. Then there was Tragus, the Black, and Dunclan, the Green, who was Zordon's best friend, and second in command of the Ninjetti…"

*****

Marcy expected it to smell like salt, but it didn't. She stood in the main Command Chamber on the base of the Aquitian Rangers. They'd only been here an hour, but already the dread in her stomach was threatening to turn violent. Billy and Cestro were in the corner checking the coordinates. Despite the fact that the Aquitian Rangers had teleported to the site of her people's camp twice now, Billy still insisted on double checking every figure.

Finally satisfied, Billy stood up and nodded to his old friend. He crossed the room her, smiling, but she could feel the nervous tension he was hiding below the surface.

At least his emotions are more under control, she thought. He was taking to the change well. The first few days had been the hardest, for both of them. The sudden surge of emotional and mental connection had broken down the discipline he'd needed to control his powers. Which in turn made him frustrated and self conscious when he lost control, or got upset. But now, after two months, he was much better control of himself and his powers seemed to be developing fine. They'd been practicing together in desert near the cave where the crystals were hidden. He could create forcefields easily, and throw lightening with near perfect accuracy. His time as a Ranger and his work in martial arts gave him the strength he needed to wield the powers with ease.

He was still practicing with Tommy as well. Their style of mind and body together was perfect for helping him keep focus. Marcy encouraged him as much as she could. He needed his friends, his own life, he always would. That was the reason she'd insisted he apply for college in the fall, and not wait another year like he wanted. He needed the focus, he needed a normal life, and so did she.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Marcy cringed and let the fear show on her face. "No," she admitted. "It's been ten years."

Billy smiled and gently brushed her face with his hand. "It will be fine. Ten years isn't so long to your people."

"Our people now," she said.

He looked down but still nodded. It was impossible to deny the changes that had been made in him. Marcy could already feel it. His heart rate was slower, his reflexes faster, his muscles stronger. Other tests at the Command Center proved it. His metabolism was higher, and his cells were regenerating faster. Zordon was sure he was likely to live a life span much closer to Marcy's people, who lived well over two hundred years barring serious injury or disease. Despite the fact that he was training harder, not to mention an increase in other…physical activities he hadn't sustained any injuries or succumb to fatigue. Marcy knew that as long as he kept up his training, he wouldn't. The crystal would prevent most minor injuries and he would soon be learning how to heal more serious ones. She knew the thought of outliving his family and friends by at least a century was heartbreaking, but she couldn't help finding comfort in the fact that he would live on with her. Losing him to age or disease after only a few decades had been one of her greatest fears when they'd first gotten together. For her it was hopeful, for him, it was bittersweet.

"Our people," he repeated confidently. He took both her hands in his and waited until she looked up at him. "We're ready, Cestro."

She kept her eyes on Billy as the hum of the machinery around them increased. She felt the electronic zing in the air around them but didn't let go of his hands. The static swirled around her, breaking her body into raw energy then reassembling it light years away. When the static died away they were standing in the middle of a forest. Trees of all shapes and sizes swayed in the gentle breeze. Marcy took her first breath and the sweet smell of green leaves and vines filled her lungs.

She looked over and could see Billy felt it too. There was life in this place, an air that rang with nature and growth. She felt herself smile and her shoulders relaxed with her next breath as Billy's grip tightened around her fingers.

She was home.

Then there was a high pitched whistle that rang through the air behind her. The light flashed before she heard the crash. She turned toward the sound instinctively and her vision was blurred by a screen of blue blocking out the fire that rained down on them.

*****

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