The Mystic Prophecy

Author-Angel17712

Date- 1/27/07

Chapter 4

A/N- I don't own the Power Rangers or any of its characters. The only character that I DO own is Tristan Dulhaine. Hope everyone enjoys it! Sorry that this chapter took so long to get out!

Because I don't have that much time on my hands, to all those of you who have asked/will ask questions, I'll try to answer them, so long as said questions are within reason, and not something like "what's going to happen next, why is he/she doing this or that," etc. If you want answers to those kinds of questions, you'll just have to keep reading. Sorry! Answers to questions and even my responses to reviews will be posted here.

D.J. Scales- There won't be any Crown of the Gods in this story at all. Operation Overdrive hasn't even started yet, and it doesn't have anything whatsoever to do with this story. Sorry!

Destiny45- thanks!

melis3he- I can't tell you what's going to happen to Madison. You'll have to keep reading on to find that out. again, sorry!

Madison waited outside of the Rock Porium. It was 6:15, and Tristan was late. 'Just great. I agree to go out to eat with him as friends, and he bails on me. Just as she turned to leave, she heard the roar of a motorcycle. She looked up, hoping and praying that it was Nick. The rider pulled up to the cur by Madison, turned the motorcycle off, and removed his helmet. She was shocked to see that the rider was Tristan and not Nick.

"Hi. I didn't know you rode a motorcycle," Madison told him, the shock evident in her voice. The motorcycle looked like one that had frequently sat by the tree, but she knew that that couldn't be possible. 'It's not Nick's motorcycle, Madison. There you go again, getting your hopes up.'

"Hello to you too. Yes, I ride a motorcycle, and I'm sorry I'm late. I had to make sure that everything was perfect for tonight. And these are for you," he replied as he pulled out a bouquet of roses. 'I've had this date planned for awhile, but your old beau needed to be taken out of the picture.'

Madison put them up to her nose and inhaled the sweet scent of them. "They look and smell beautiful. Thank you."

"They're not as pretty as you are. I told you that you would look pretty even if you didn't change," Tristan admonished, not bothering to hide that he was attracted to her.

Madison blushed. "So where are we going?"

Tristan dismounted from the bike. "That's a surprise. We're going to be late if we don't leave. Come on." He gently took her hand in his and to both of their surprise, she didn't pull away. The pair walked a few blocks away from where the Rock Porium was until Tristan stopped in front of an elegant looking restaurant. "This is it," he told her, nodding at the restaurant.

Madison looked at the restaurant. Wire tables and chairs had been placed outside, with vines running up the walls. It was an Italian restaurant, Madison's favorite kind of food, and the setting was rather romantic. "I told you that we were just coming to eat as friends. You're not trying to romance me, are you?" she asked with a suspicious look and tone.

"Is it working?" Tristan asked her coyly.

"Nope," she instantly replied, her thoughts going to Nick.

"Oh. I'll just have to try harder then," he admonished with a grin. He took her hand and led her into the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" the hostess inquired.

"Yes, we do. Under Dulhaine," Tristan responded.

The hostess scanned the list before her. "Ahh, here we go. Tristan Dulhaine, table for two. This way, please." The hostess grabbed two menus and began walking towards a table. Tristan and Madison followed after her. Madison looked around the restaurant, seeing the highly romantic atmosphere that had been set up. Tristan moved behind Madison and pulled her chair out, gesturing for her to sit down. She sat down and he helped her push the chair in.

"Thanks," Madison told him as he moved to his own seat.

"It was no problem. I was happy to do it for you," he smiled as he sat down.

The hostess handed them both their menus. "Someone will be here in a moment to take your drink orders. And make sure to let me know if you need anything….anything at all," she flirted with Tristan.

Tristan blatantly ignored her come on to him. "Thanks, we will."

The hostess walked away huffily, upset that he hadn't responded to her advance on him. Madison looked at Tristan. "She was just flirting with you, you know."

"Yes, I know. And I chose to ignore her. The company that I'm in right now is much more beautiful."

Madison blushed and focused intently on her menu, hoping that he hadn't seen her face. "Everything on here looks so expensive. I couldn't ask for you to pay for this."

"I've already told you, Maddy, it's not a problem at all. I've got it all taken care of. Feel free to order whatever you wish."

There were several moments of silence as they both perused their menus, making their decisions for their drinks and meals. When the waitress came, they both placed their orders. The meal seemed to fly by in no time at all. Tristan was surprisingly easy to talk to. Madison talked about her friends, her family, and work. The only thing or person that she didn't talk about was Nick. That was a personal subject, and it wasn't something that was going to talk about so soon. As she listened to Tristan tell her about himself, she was surprised by how similar they were. Tristan had also been adopted and had never met his real parents. He rode a motorcycle, like Nick. Nick was by far the cuter guy. 'Wait! Stop it, Madison! It's not a competition. You and Tristan are just friends, and you and Nick are...' At this, Madison paused. She didn't quite know what they were now. She did know for sure though, that Nick hadn't sent her that letter. Before she knew it, they had both finished their food and the restaurant was ready to close.

"Well, I guess we'd better get out of here," Tristan told her, standing up from his chair and reaching for her hand. She stood up and reluctantly put hers in his, not wanting to seem impolite. He led her to the podium that they had come up to upon entering. "Hi. How much was our meal for?"

The waitress calculated everything that the pair had eaten. "That'll be $46.35."

Tristan pulled out his wallet before Madison could even reach for her purse. He shook his head vehemently at her, pulled out three twenty dollar bills and handed them to the waitress behind the podium. "Keep the change."

"Thank you, sir," the waitress replied, her displeasure at having been brushed off by him earlier disappearing at the thought of the large tip.

Tristan gently pulled Madison outside. "So where would you like to go now, m'lady?"

Madison glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearing eleven p.m. "It's getting kind of late. I should head home."

"You don't want to do anything else? A movie, maybe a walk?" he suggested hopefully.

"No, I should really be getting home. Vida will be worried," she lied, knowing that her sister had told her to stay out late so long as she was quiet when she returned to their apartment.

Tristan nodded his head, knowing that she wasn't being honest with him. "All right, then hop on. I'll take you home."

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Maddy, it's no problem. Besides, what kind of a guy would I be if I let you walk home this late alone?" he probed. He led her over to his motorcycle and reaching into a compartment, he conjured a helmet and handed it to Madison, acting as though it had really been there all along.

Madison took the proffered helmet, wondering how it could have appeared in that compartment when it had been empty. She shook her head, chalking it up to nothing and pulled the helmet over her head, securing it tightly. When she was finished, she saw that Tristan was already waiting for her, the engine roaring. She climbed on, uncertain as to what she should do and where she should hold him.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Tristan half-shouted to her, "You'll want to put your legs up and back towards the end a bit, and hold onto my waist. We wouldn't want you falling off, would we?" he chuckled at the end.

Madison lightly laughed back and moved her legs as he had instructed her. Holding him around his waist though, that she wasn't so sure of doing. That was an intimate position, and they were only just friends. She quickly weighed her options out. Either she could hold onto him, and get home in one piece, or she could choose to be stubborn and end up a big mess on the road. She quickly chose the former, wanting to get home and not caring what people thought about them. She knew that they were only friends and that was all that mattered. She tentatively reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, her body naturally going back as he kicked off and started towards her home. She tried to ignore the feelings of security and warmth that she got from holding him the way she was.

Before she knew it, they had reached the apartment complex that she lived at with Vida. They had moved out after graduation, deciding to live together. It was a great place to live, with carefully manicured lawns and soft colored buildings. She got off of the motorcycle and pulled off her helmet, handing it to him. She walked towards her door, surprised to see him following her.

"I told you I would see you home safely, and I am a man of my word," he reminded her. They reached her door and Madison pulled her key out to unlock the door.

"Thank you for dinner, for everything. I had a really great time tonight," she smiled at him.

"Maybe we can do it again sometime, just as friends though?" he queried shyly.

Maddy mulled it over in her head, thinking about it. They were only friends, there was no harm in doing things as friends, and Vida would get off of her back. But Maddy knew that the person that she really wanted to be hanging out with was Nick. She shook her inwardly. 'He doesn't want you, Maddy. You're supposed to move on without him,' her head screamed at her.

'How can I? It's Nick, my friend. The guy that I fell in love with without meaning to,' she said back. Maddy shook her head to clear her thoughts, knowing what her answer was. "Yeah, sure. I'd love to. But just as friends though."

"Of course. Only friends. Thank you for letting me take you to dinner. I had a wonderful time," he told her. He then leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her cheek. "And now, m'lady, I shall bid you good night." He smiled at her as he turned around and headed towards his motorcycle, a grin on his face.

Maddy stood at her door, her hand on the spot where he had kissed her. He had shocked her by doing that. She hadn't been expecting it at all. One second she was saying goodbye to her, and the next he had kissed her cheek. She shook her head once more, ridding herself of those thoughts. She unlocked the door and quickly went in, locking it behind her. She quickly and quietly dressed for bed so as not to wake Vida. She lay down in bed with a sigh, happy to be laying down. She looked at the blanket that rested beside her pillow. It was the very blanket that Nick had left in her possession right before he had left. She pulled the blanket to her, running her fingers over the fabric of it. No matter what happened, she would hold onto his blanket for him. She fell into a quick sleep, where she was plagued with dreams of Nick.

Tristan woke up the next morning, grinning wickedly. He quickly dressed, heading downstairs to his "basement." He had put Nick there the day before after he had passed out. Tristan had installed several cells that would remind any normal person of a jail cell. The only thing in each small space was a cot. All of it was mainly for show. He only really planned on having one captive down here, and if all worked out as it had to, that was all there would be. He leaned against the wall opposite of Nick's cell, his arms folded across his chest, waiting for Nick to arouse from his drug-induced unconsciousness. He didn't have to wait too long. After a few minutes, the dark-haired young man's eyes fluttered open.

Nick groaned as his eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light. He felt like as though he had just been hit by a truck at 90 miles an hour. His hands slowly went to his head, rubbing his temples. That did nothing to dissipate the pounding headache that plagued him. He looked around, trying to regain his bearings. He seemed to be in a cell of some sort, but he had no idea as to where he was. He was lying on a small cot and there was a set of bars that had been put up. He slowly sat up, praying that he wouldn't get dizzy again.

"Where am I?" Nick asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. There was no one else down here as far as he could see.

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty finally awakens. Morning, sunshine," a voice rang out.

Nick turned his head sharply towards the sound of the voice, hissing at the pain that hit him in waves. "Who are you? Where are you?"

"Now, now, Nick. Those are both very loaded questions that hopefully you should know the answer to," the voice taunted him. Nick stood up slowly, ignoring the pain that was pounding in his head and the way that his conscience was screaming at him to just fall back into a peaceful slumber. He trudged towards the bars that impeded him from escaping. He reached out to touch them, then jumped back when he received what felt like an electric shock.

"What the--?"

"These aren't your normal bars; they're designed to keep you in. You can't use magic in there or you'll fry yourself. Don't even bother checking," the voice told Nick even as he whipped around to pull out his wand. "I already confiscated it, and even if you could do wandless magic, it still wouldn't help you."

"That's just great. You mind telling me who you are and why I'm here?" he asked with an irritated tone.

"I already told you that those were loaded questions, but if you insist," the voice said resignedly. The figure stepped out of the shadows, making himself known to Nick.

Nick gasped aloud as he shook his head. If he wasn't seeing it with his own eyes, he would have thought that there was a mirage, that he was hallucinating, anything. "You?! You're the one who kidnapped me? Why?"

"I had no choice. You were in the way of my plans," the figure replied.

"And to think that I thought that you were a good guy, Tristan. Who are you really?" Nick asked.

"Who am I? There are a few possible answers to that question, but the only answer that you'll get is that I'm Tristan Dulhaine."

Nick shook his head back and forth, as if thinking that if he did that, he would wake up and find out that this was a all a very bad dream, that he would find himself on the porch swing. "Why?" he asked again.

Tristan sighed. "As I told you before, you were in my way, and you were going to mess up my plans."

"What plans?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" 'Yes, very much so. Eventually, my friends and parents will come looking for me. Even Maddy will come,' Nick thought fervently.

Tristan shook his head. He knew what Nick was thinking. "You stupid fool! You actually think that they're going to come and save you? Give me some credit! No one knows where you're at, and no one will find you. Not even your precious Madison," he leered with a suggestive tone.

At hearing Tristan's tone, Nick did something that he thought was smart, but was really not smart at all: he rushed towards the bars with outstretched arms, throwing his whole weight behind them, hoping to reach the neck of the man that stood on the other side. He was thrown backwards by an invisible force.

"What did I tell you? You have no chance whatsoever at getting out. I'm surprised that you're not yelling to be let out yet; most people usually start doing that right away," Tristan mocked amusedly.

"How do you know about Madison? You don't know anything," Nick sneered, hoping to figure something out. To his surprise, Tristan chuckled.

"I know a lot more than you think, Phoenix," he answered, using Nick's somewhat given Ranger name. "I know, for example, that you work at a place called the Rock Porium, or you did anyway," he said cryptically. "I also know that both you and Madison received letters from the other person, break-up letters, if you will."

"How do you know about that?"

"Dear boy, who do you think wrote them? Who do you think sent them?" Tristan responded with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly, Nick understood and knew that he had been right in thinking that his Maddy hadn't sent that letter. "So why? Why are you doing this? Why are you holding me here? What are your reasons?"

Tristan looked at his watch. "Would you look at the time, I've got to run. I'm meeting a certain girl in blue," he goaded, knowing that Nick would catch the reference.

"I swear, if you so much as go near her, I promise you that I'll…"

Tristan took two large strides forward and reached Nick's cell. "You'll what? You're quite incapacitated right now, Red ranger. But have no fear. I don't plan on hurting Madison." 'Just yet. If she does as I want, then there won't be a reason to harm her. She'll be all mine.' He laughed aloud. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be."

Nick shouted with frustration, running his hands through his hair. "Why?!" he shouted, not expecting an answer.

Tristan stopped in his tracks, having heard Nick's question. The boy didn't need to be given an answer, but Tristan turned and decided to give him a short, simple response. "Because of my father, that's why." With that, he turned on his heel and slammed the door shut, leaving Nick alone with his thoughts.

A/N- (ducks for cover) There is to be absolutely no throwing of any type of objects at me! I know, I'm a horrible person. MWAHAHAHA!(grins evilly) Thanks for the reviews!