White for Life
Disclaimer: No I don't own Power Rangers but there's that saying isn't there? 'Hope springs…'no not that one; 'If I kill everyone else they will be MINE!' I also now have to disclaim that I am not a crazy axe murdering psycho…thank you for being so understanding.
Yes I know I haven't updated for ages but Uni turned out to be incredibly hectic and then when I came back for the holidays I had to revise for exams and move house, so I can only apologize!
Okay people this is the sequel to 'Green is the Beginning'
The Rangers organize a reunion of the old teams and friends, Tommy decides to take Grace with him to meet all of his friends and he needs to ask her something that's been on his mind for a while. Meanwhile his dreams are becoming more vivid and it looks like an old enemy is about to reappear…
Chapter 1 – Another Beginning
"Tommy we need you…it's where you belong." Tommy looked at Jason and his offered hand, the others watching expectantly. Just like that, they would forgive him just like that. They were all smiling, had watched him destroy the things they knew and still smiled like it had never happened.
Where did he belong? He hadn't really belonged with his parents, hadn't belonged in L.A and obviously didn't belong somewhere like Angel Grove. It was nice to think that just for a moment he could be sure that he was wanted and that for once he belonged somewhere; a home found in a different place… He turned doubtfully to look at Kim dressed in her usual pink, she nodded and grinned.
There were so many reasons not to accept that hand that was offered to him, so many reasons why he should brush their offer of friendship off and leave this place before it was too late… He slipped his hand into Jason's with a small and uncertain smile.
Tommy opened his eyes. "Too late." The voice inside his head whispered; a voice that never really went away, a voice that has grown louder of late. He sighed and sat up, scrubbing his hands through his hair and finally letting his head fall into them, inexplicably exhausted.
All of his dreams had been like that lately; draining his energy and his optimism, every one was like a memory but everything seemed so distorted as though in revisiting them he had seen more than had been previously clear. He had been unsure at their offer of friendship and being part of a team he had come close to destroying but he had forgotten that he had wanted to say no, he had forgotten that he had known he didn't really fit in. Before when he had looked back, he had seen his wariness but never his need for escape; he wondered now how he had forgotten such thoughts.
He pushed himself up and pulled a black jumper over his head, he padded bare foot down the stairs and into his kitchen; coffee was the best remedy right now. But even as he sat at the table with a steaming mug cupped in his hands he still felt tired and his mind wandered over his past life. He was pretty sure it had gotten better after his initial doubts, he'd become friends with a large group of people he was still close with, he'd done things most people only dreamed about. He'd met robots, galactic beings, and pirates, been to other planets and fought monsters; surely it had all been worth it?
He shook his head, what the hell was he thinking? Of course it had been worth it, he was still here and if he hadn't been a Power Ranger who knew what he would have done with his life. The power had given him so much, had given him a life really and with it he had done so many things, and now he was a teacher and an expert in his field; a field that didn't just involve fossils and bones, but an expert in the Power Grid and a famed power ranger. Until recently he had mentored a group of bright kids who had become power rangers in their own right; they had worked well together and he had been proud to be part of their team.
He stood, feeling better than he had for days and with a smile on his face. He emptied the dregs of his coffee into the sink and set the mug to one side. There was a week until the end of term and he had little work to do so he had a weekend of relative freedom which was a nice change…and there were no monsters to fight. There hadn't been any for almost a year but he still remembered the fights like they had been only yesterday and besides there were many surprises in life, although he seriously doubted they would come in the form of Anton Mercer and his new fiancée Miss Randall. It seemed that a lot of good could come from a hell of a lot of bad.
A flash of pain across his chest sent him to his knees, his hand clutching the jumper as though attempting to tear the pain out. "You always were so naïve." That voice whispered through his head again and the pain intensified.
"Who are you?" Tommy managed to grit out.
"No good ever came of evil." The voice spat in reply, and as though in a flashback Tommy saw himself laughing as his friends lay at his feet.
He shook his head wildly; that was over long ago and he was forgiven…it hadn't been his fault. "Who are you?" He ground out again.
"You still don't know? You're more stupid than I thought." It disappeared and so too did the pain. He was left knelt on the floor in the silence with a strange impression that he had been talking to himself…again.
Tommy shook his head, ridding himself of the last of the pain; he pulled himself up using one of the kitchen chairs. He leant heavily against and caught his breath, it was getting worse he knew that, but who was he supposed to tell and what was he supposed to do? He still didn't understand what it was but it would go away…it had to go away. He stood straight and made his way up stairs again; he had better things to do than sit around and wonder if he was going crazy.
A/N Okay people that was the first of hopefully many chapters. As you can see Tommy's got a problem on his hands but doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation…So any how tell me what you think and I hope I can up date soon! Xxx