What Really Happened When Carter Came To Get Cole
Where Carter is a stalker and we all know the Ranger who would point it out. With special appearances from many old faces.
Hints of TaylorXEric, DanaXCarter plus others/SOAverse/During Forever Red.
DISCLAIMER: We wish we owned this shit but we don't.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Wind Knows All
TREE, MAGICAL FOREST, BRIARWOOD
An explosion could be heard throughout the forest surrounding Rootcore.
Inside, Clare slowly stood up from where she had hid behind her bed, coughing and trying to rid herself of the surrounding smoke that had been caused by yet another botched potion. She moved quickly to open up the windows in her room and she heard her door open.
"Clare, are you alright?" she heard her Aunt call.
Clare continued trying to fan the smoke out whilst reassuring her aunt, "I'm fine Udonna, just trying to get that rejuvenation potion right..again," she finished dejectedly. Udonna looked at her with amusement and fondness in her gaze.
"Now don't sound so disheartened,"
"But that's exactly how I feel!" She said softly. Udonna watched the blonde haired apprentice with a soft smile on her lips, 'She reminds me so much of you Niella'.
"You know dear, every great sorcerer and sorceress started off the same way you have; as an apprentice. Some showed skill from the very beginning," Clare's face dropped a little, knowing she had done no such thing. "But some of the most powerful did not. They got to where they were through hard work and determination. They refused to give up and kept trying till they got it right."
And with a final knowing smile, the sorceress left her apprentice to her thoughts. Clare thought carefully over her teachers words, knowing that all her words were deliberate as the elder woman held a firm belief in the idea of learning for oneself.
She spared a glance at her spell book that lay upon her desk before she mentally shrugged and walked over to it. She opened on a random page and saw... a levitation spell.
She found that strangely anti-climatic.
She picked up the book and turned, only to trip over the chair leg and fall to the floor, her spell book falling out of her hands. Clare slowly gathered herself and crawled over to the spell book in front of her and saw it had fallen open on a different page; a teleportation spell.
Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she pondered over it before going ahead with her endeavor; why not? was her argument.
She skimmed over the page before standing up and closing her amethyst eyes in concentration.
She could feel a tingling warmth, that usually was only slight, become stronger as she called upon her magic. She allowed the warmth to grow and gather at her fingertips before she lifted a delicate hand, snapped her fingers and felt her magic escape and envelop her in a flash of light, and in a burst of sparkles, she was gone.
PRESENT TIME
The groups eyes remained fixed on the frozen man, none of them able to move as they were still in shock; even Circuit remained quiet at this point. Dana was the first to move from her spot, walking in front of the Rescue Red Ranger and checking his pulse for no apparent reason.
"He hasn't got a pulse..." She stated, waving a hand in front of his face, "Please say you haven't killed him..."
"I don't think so- No, I couldn't have." Clare's voice was lacking the reassurance that the Pink Ranger had been hoping for. "He would've exploded otherwise..."
"Do you know how to reverse it?"
"No... But it should wear off in a few days... or years."
"Years?" Ryan scoffed at his sisters expression, which resembled extreme shock. "I suggest you find a way to unfreeze him fast; Mariner Bay cannot be Red Rangerless."
"We need him now." Wes stated with his eyes transfixed on Carter's outraged expression.
"I prefer him this way," Ryan's lip curled into a smirk, "Less mouthing off." Dana reached into Carters jacket pocket, giving him an apologetic look as she removed the Rovers keys.
"You might need these to get the Rover working again, try and get it done before he's unfrozen." She tossed the keys to Cole who caught them, "Make sure when you do get it working that you three are as far apart from each other as possible, just let him think he imagined it."
Ryan and Kelsey were surprised at Dana's calmness in this situation, Ryan taking a guess that Dana had broken the rover a few times before and had gotten it fixed without Carter knowing; she finally turned to Taylor.
"I didn't hurt you right? It had to look real so he wouldn't follow the smoke trail..." Taylor shrugged,
"No I'm fine, don't worry about it; what about you?"
"I'm good,"
"Wait, so you two were fake fighting? Huh. Makes sense." RJ ended with a light nod to himself.
"My spine could've done without the fancy flip though." Dana stretched her spine lightly as if to add emphasise her point further, "Are you like a karate expert or-"
"So Dane, again, the one time you grow a backbone and actually fight... It was fake. I'm disappointed in you, little sister." Ryan's face adopted a sickly smirk, indignation colouring Dana's features as she walked toward Ryan, stopping just in front of him.
"Will you just shut up." She stated, kicking him in the shin which caused him to moan in pain, hopping slightly which amused the rangers watching. Before Ryan could react further, a tunnel of light appeared just behind Danny and Max (who still hadn't moved from the ground), all eyes trailing toward it with a surprised expression, sans Trip and Wes who looked more hopeful.
Their expressions fell however once the person emerged; from the tunnel stepped an average height, short haired, brunette man clad in a black leather jacket, jeans and a red tee-shirt. He looked around at the rangers, his dark brown eyes settling on the still frozen Carter which caused his lips to curl into a smirk, emphasising his strongly chiseled cheeks and jawline further.
A serene and calm air surrounded the young man, who looked no older than nineteen or twenty, his stance reflecting what could be interpreted as a laid back approach to everything.
"Pick your jaw off the ground Danny, you chose the fireman remember." Ryan hissed into his sisters ear, only Eric overhearing so he understood why Dana quickly reacted with a punch to Ryan's gut, Ryan doubling over, surprised at how hard his sister could punch. The newcomer sighed lightly.
"Ah fuck. Wrong year." The onlookers to his entrance watched on without bothering to hide their confusion. He seemed to pay no notice to this and began to quickly fiddle with something on his watch...?
He didn't leave them long to ponder as he pressed a button and looked at them with a light smirk, "Later," and he disappeared in the same flash of light that came with his entrance.
The group stared at the now empty spot for a few moments longer before Wes spoke, "He had a really nice jacket."
They took a moment to absorb the statement before they all gave accepting shrugs and murmurs of agreement.
"Have you no shame Dana?" Ryan teased, causing Dana's elbow to make contact with his stomach again, moaning out in pain.
"What are you all staring at?" The Rangers eyes turned to face a young, long haired brunette woman sporting a lab coat and spectacles. Next to her stood a man in his late fifties dressed in a captains uniform; the Lightspeed Rangers quickly straightened, saluting the elderly man which he dismissed, his attention remaining on the frozen Red Ranger.
"Would someone like to explain to me why Carter is frozen?" His tone laced with a natural authority, the other Rangers staring in complete confusion, sans Merrick and RJ who were watching the space the portal had just stood.
"A small mishap Captain." Chad said. "We're working on it."
"And would someone else like to explain to me why I am down six Rangers at the Aqua Base?"
"Father-" Dana was cut off by Ryan who covered her mouth, ignoring her muffled protests he began to speak.
"We came looking for Carter and bumped into these other rangers."
"And clearly you found him." The woman spoke, her eyes scanning Carter, "I shan't ask why he is like this."
"Who the heck are you?" Max asked, not willing to admit the man in uniform did frighten him slightly. The man scowled at Max who visibly shrunk, much to the amusement of Danny.
"Captain William Mitchell, owner of Lightspeed." The man signaled toward the woman, "Angela Fairweather- Rawlings, our talented head designer and inventor." Taylor scoffed at the term 'talented', her eyes returning to the motorcycles parked by the Rover. "Is there a problem?"
"No." She smirked, eyes flickering with mischief, "I was just admiring her handiwork."
Dana bit into Ryan's hand, him pulling away whilst she glared at him before looking toward Angela.
"You came at a great time Angela, we could really use your help fixing the Rover." Dana lead Angela toward Trip, Cole and Alyssa who were still manically attempting to fix the wires Cole had cut.
A sound cut through the quiet Rangers, a sound which they had heard twice earlier, but this time the noise was stronger and much more threatening...
Another motorcycle...
The unfrozen occupants of the park watched as a man rode towards them on a sleek black motorcycle. The machine slowed to a halt near Taylor and the man stepped off with practiced ease. He took off the helmet and spoke.
"Tommy must've given me the wrong address again, cause it looks like the party's here."
Taylor, who was previously admiring the vehicle he was leaning against, looked to the man.
"Now THAT," she motioned with her hands and then looked pointedly at the Lightspeed team, "is a motorcycle." The man smirked slightly in response.
"The Armoured Bike isn't that bad." Joel said as his wife's eyes flickered with rage; no one ever made negative comments about Angela's work, no matter how bad they turned out.
"I'd love to see you try and create a motorbike from scratch in a limited time period and limited budget!" Angela hissed to the Yellow Wild Force Ranger, "It isn't easy."
"Dad puts too much of the budget into Dana's wardrobe." Ryan muttered, directing the comment to the Quantum Ranger who scoffed in response.
"I heard that Ryan."
"She hears all(!)" Ryan rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Mrs Fairweather-Rawlings who was slowly turning the colour of the shirt's of five of the men gathered; a violent shade of red.
"I take it you wouldn't know where to start, unless it has anything to do with make up and daddy's credit card. Typical blonde."
"I'm Jason by the way, but I see your a bit busy.." he trailed off as he spotted the hate filled glares of every blonde in the vicinity with a smirk; what a hole that woman had dug.
"Am I allowed to blow her up? Cause I feel like I should.." Clare ended with a smile that was far too innocent and RJ put an arm lazily around her shoulder, smirk still in place.
"As much as I'd love to see you do that," Clare's face reddened lightly, partly from his choice of words and and partly from his close contact. "I think you should wait a minute; just watch."
At that moment, another flash of light appeared near Dana. From it appeared a woman in an odd uniform, distinctly different to the white leather Trip wore, with long, straight blonde hair tied back, a full fringe falling slightly into her eyes and a pair of glasses, holding an odd looking cube.
She looked at them all and took in the glares of all the blondes in the group being directed at the spectacled brunette woman.
"I'm guessing I missed something,"
"Oh you came just after Dr Destructo over here made a blonde comment; something about knowing nothing but make up and how to use 'daddy's credit card'." Ryan supplied the necessary fuel to the flames, and, man, did it burn.
"Name me a person who defies my point." Angela removed her glasses and wiped the lenses before replacing them; the appearance of the Lost Galaxy Pink Ranger, Kendrix, had clearly not registered.
"I'm kinda insulted there..." Dana mumbled, Cole patting her shoulder sympathetically which only appeared patronising to her. "Next time you need fixing up, you can bandage yourself." The pair returned to tending to the Rover with Alyssa and Trip, all interest in the scene being lost.
"I can name one," Jason smirked, nodding his head in the direction of Kendrix. "For those who don't know her, this is Kendrix of the Galaxy Rangers, an under appreciated genius of our generation."
"True!" Kelsey called over, breaking into a grin, "Kendra is way past any of our levels... Including you Miss Fairweather."
"That's not strictly true." Angela snapped, her dark eyes narrowing at Kelsey.
"Well... I'm not one to brag but by memory, Angela, the majority of your experiments backfired and almost killed Car- why is he frozen? You know what, never mind- I'll take it as another 'Angela Backfire'." Kendrix shook her head dismissively as rage bubbled inside the usually passive ranger. "They almost killed him. Least my works weren't prone to backfires and failure."
Smirks broke out on the faces of the rangers in the area as Angela's cheeks flushed a rosy colour, Wes allowing a snigger to escape which was short lived as Angela scowled at him, changing halfway through into a coughing fit.
As Angela and Kendrix started arguing, Dana turned to Taylor.
"Well, at least there's one thing we can agree on; Angela is an idiot."
"Yes but it's certainly not the only thing you have in common," Merrick added with a slight roll of his eyes. Taylor turned to him and raised a challenging eyebrow.
"And what, exactly, do you mean by that?"
"Look, we all know the only reason the two of you are even arguing is because Carter is oversensitive and Dana's feelings for him do not allow for her to leave him un-defended,"
"Woah, wait, my 'feelings'?" Dana's face flushed, partly in indignation. Only partly.
"Romantic in nature, much like those blossoming between Taylor and Eric." Taylor blushed and spluttered.
"There isn't-"
"The wind knows all."
"Like the wind knows all about you and Princess Shayla." Merrick's face turned lightly red as his jaw clenched. His reply came out tight and strained,
"The wind does not agree."
"What doesn't the wind agree with?" Merrick's eyes widened as he heard the melodic voice. His head turned to the new arrival so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.
Standing there was an elegant woman in a simple, flowing white dress decorated with blue and white flowers and a matching wreath around her head. Her chocolate hair was long and fell in silky loose curls, a pair of matching eyes, set on a pretty and elegant face, gazed at him inquisitively, adoringly, lovingly, and in melancholic longing.
"P-Princess!" He tore his gaze away from her mesmerising eyes and glued his sight to the ground in front of him, resisting the reflex to kneel on the ground; his cheeks flushed red.
Animus, what was he supposed to say?!
GREG: So, we have quite a party here, huh?! So many people...
SAM: I'm honestly just wondering why Greg is saying that with a weird accent and simultaneously being a bitch.
GREG: It's hard work being fabulous *Andros hair swish*. So, any clues who random arrival was? We know!
SAM: Well it's a bit obvious. But yah, quite a few arrivals in this chapter.
GREG: We want to note, by the way, Captain Mitchell doesn't know about his daughter and the Red's relationship status... Even though they live together. Dad of the year everyone.
SAM: Captain Oblivious, ladies and gents(!) But, moving on; we have reviews and faves! Thank you Dash master 48 and Mistycharming and I'm gonna let Greg take it 'cause I know she wants to fangirl about CarterlovesDana (as she does).
GREG: I do not fangirl,-
SAM: LIES.
GREG: SHUT UP SAM! GO TO YOUR CORNER! *Clears throat* Anyway, I do not fangirl, I merely enjoy reading her reviews... And the username 'cause it's true.
I didn't know who Clare was either until Sam's Wikipedia length description from the top of her head, likewise with RJ. And we're glad you like it! Keep up reading :P
So, that's all for today; see you next Friday.
SAM: Yes, we have learnt that I am an encyclopaedia of random knowledge and Greg is mean and a fangirl in denial. Late's.
GREG: I DO NOT FANGIRL, END OF STORY SAM! And, I'm not mean... I'm just... Not entirely nice :'D
SAM: Yes you are, and I was gonna say somewhat bitchy if not mean. Okay BYE!~
GREG: *Sighs* I am not bitchy, I am just not entirely nice... Okay, we shut up now... BYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEE!
SAM: PFFT Yah let's go with that even though we're BOTH giggling and scoffing as you typed that. LATES.
GREG: I was laughing at my accent for the record... You're mean... BYE.
SAM: Damn straight. Bye.