Summary – Tommy comes to an upsetting realization.

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Wake Me Up

Tommy

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"Will he live?"

"It's uncertain as of yet my lord."

Lord? Coming around as the conversation continues over head, I try to open my eyes only to find a blinding light bearing down on me. Med. Bay, Jason must have brought me to Med. Bay instead of the hospital. I suppose that makes sense, but I really wonder if any of them Alpha included have the knowledge and ability to treat broken bones and from the amount of pain I'm in I'm well aware that I do indeed have several.

Just about to try and ask them how bad it is a bolt of pain flares up in my chest as pressure is suddenly applied.

Letting loose a howl of agony I try to move away from the offending hands only to find myself held firmly to the table.

"Be still Thomas." Thomas? They don't call me…

The light moved away from my face I blink rapidly as my vision clears and I find myself face to face with the last creature on Earth I'd ever wish to be in this situation with. Oh god no. "Zedd."

"Indeed." No, no it can't be. I can't be here.

Opening my mouth once more to protest his presence, his very existence if need be, I find my voice gone. The pain is back in my chest, encircling my lungs and making it difficult to breathe once more.

"Good boy, now remain still." Apparently misunderstanding my pained stillness for compliance, his grip on my arms loosen and Finster once more moves into view. "What little power remains has resided back into your coin, but your human clothing has stuck to your wounds, Finster is attempting to remove it without moving you unnecessarily, that is the pain you felt. He will be more careful from now on." Fixing the small and truly pitiful monster with a withering look, if I didn't know better I'd think he actually cared whether or not I was in agony.

"Yes of course Lord Zedd." Scurrying away and returning a moment later a needle now in his hand, I know my panic is clearly written on my face. "Now that he's regained consciousness it is safe to administer a pain killer if you wish." I wish.

Looking back at me for a moment Zedd gives a sharp nod before the needle is pushed into my side and the contents injected into what blood I have left.

"It will place him back into a sedative induced rest as well." What now? Placing the empty needle down, his hand comes up to rest over my eyes. "Sleep now, it will do you good and make my work easier." No I have to…have to stay…have…

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(Several stitches and set bones later…)

Oh, my head. Moving to sit up and hissing as my body loudly protests this idea I sink back into the mattress more then a little surprised to find myself in a bed at all. Did Zedd actually tuck me in after they finished working on me? Did that even really happen? Maybe I was dreaming. It's possible. Helmet or not my head was hit against the rocks several times before I ended up near the bottom of the cliffs, I could have just been disoriented and delusional, so much so that I thought Jason was Zedd and Alpha Finster.

"That must be it." Breathing a sigh of relief and realizing that that indeed makes much more sense then Zedd actually coming to my rescue and tending to me, I try to get a look around the darkened room I'm currently in. It definitely doesn't look like any of our chambers at the Command Center. I suppose it's possible that it's a private room reserved for special circumstances.

If I am at the Command Center though Zordon should be able to hear me. He can usually find us despite our location in the structure. So why hasn't he said anything over the intercom system? Doesn't he sense I'm awake? I'll admit I don't really understand how he knows so much about what we do and how we feel, but I do know he does. He's proven that to us all time and time again, especially when we're injured.

Deciding I may be waiting a good while for him to take notice of my consciousness as my link to the Morphing Grid is practically nonexistent now, I suppose I better move things along since I'm clearly unable to move myself. "Zordon? Zordon can you hear?"

Waiting for his booming voice to come back over speakers that I'm certain are in the room, I heave a frustrated sigh as I get no response I guess I should be a bit louder then. If the others are pacing the main chamber and talking to him I suppose it's possible he can't hear me. "Zordon?! Zordon please answer me!"

Where is he? He should have heard that. Or at the very least even if my connection is faded he should be feeling my distress now.

About to try one last time I stop as a door leading into the hall is opened, spilling light into the room and showing me that despite my calling I did definitely not bring Zordon's attention.

"You shouldn't shout you'll wake the entire palace." Moving into the room and lighting an oil lap resting on what I can no see is a dark wooden dresser, Zedd looks less then pleased.

"No, no you can't be here." It wasn't supposed to be real. It wasn't supposed to be anything more then a bad dream. I'm not supposed to be here with him. I'm not supposed to be anywhere with him.

"No? I'll remind you this is my palace, Thomas. So truly if anyone doesn't belong here it's you." Which begs the question as to why I am here if this isn't just some bad dream. Why would he bring me back here? Why would he save me? Does he want to turn me evil again? That's the most logical reason, but if he wanted that why didn't he just let the earlier spell remain on me. Once I brought them the Sword of Power they willingly released me from the spell, so why do that if he was just going to have to turn me again?

"Why am I here?"

"Where else would you be? I couldn't very well leave you in Finster's laboratory; he no doubt would have wanted to experiment on you. If I'd taken you to the thrown room there would have had nowhere to lay you but the floor which would have caused you unnecessary pain. Other rooms are occupied by my minions. That leaves the dungeon and I highly doubt you would have enjoyed staying down there with the rats."

"I wasn't referring to the room." Though I am now just as curious as to why he didn't place me in the dungeon, or why he should care if I was in pain or not.

"Would you have preferred I left you in the gully to die?"

Swallowing hard and knowing that that is what would have happened if he hadn't shown up when he did, I try to keep my voice steady. "I suppose that depends on what you plan to do with me."

"Clever boy. I knew I made the correct choice." What does that mean? Turning to leave he's almost out the door when I find my voice once again.

"Wait! What does that mean? What choice?"

"Rest Thomas, your wounds were extensive and you're not completely stable yet. Be still and rest, we'll talk more later." Giving me what can only be considered a stern look, even with the face mask in place, I quickly close my mouth on any further demands and questions. I'm in no condition to fight or even defend myself if I make him mad enough to lash out at me. Nodding when I sink back into the pillow under my head he seems much to pleased to have won my reluctant compliance. "Good boy."

That's what you think.

To be continued……..