Disclaimer: Nope, no owning Power Rangers or Stargate Atlantis, sorry.

A/N: Yeah, I had a bit of fun here. T.K. is an OC, the first of many.


Justin was surrounded by blue, it swirled around him like water, made distinctive by the different shades of blue. He rested there, letting the color drift about him, basking in the familiar Power. An image appeared in front of him, the Turbo morpher. He frowned and pushed the image away. He didn't need a reminder of what had been. A second image, this time of the blue Turbo Ranger, made him whimper. Why couldn't he just enjoy the Power, what was the purpose in showing him what he'd left behind?

Storm Blaster faded into being in front of him, "No," Justin said. The image vanished.

Blue Turbo fought strange, gray creatures with tentacles, the Wraith his mind told him. "No," Justin whimpered, "I won't."

John Sheppard was held down by a Wraith, being fed on. "I can't," Justin said, turning away.

Rodney, chained by men in alien uniforms, forced to work with ancient equipment. "No," Justin said.

A blue crystal appeared before him, glowing with Power that was Turbo, but somehow more. "No!" Justin protested.

He jerked upright, the word dying on his lips as he panted. "Are you all right, sir?"

Justin yelped as he twisted to look at the person talking to him, it was a marine with a gun, "What?" Justin asked as he stared at him, memory giving him the few facts he had.

"Are you all right?" The marine repeated, "That looked like a bad dream."

Justin thought back to the dream and shook his head, "It wasn't bad," he said, "Just disturbing." He looked around the darkened infirmary, "What time is it?"

"When the scientists figure it out," the marine said, "I'll let you know."

Justin glanced back at him, "Rotation here isn't Earth standard, huh? Is it longer or shorter?"

"Longer," the marine said.

"Fun," Justin muttered, he glanced down, "How did I end up on my back, anyway?"

"You did it," the marine said, "in your sleep. Doctor Beckett said it could happen when the numbness wore off."

"Right," Justin said, he pushed back the covers and slid his legs over the edge of the bed. "My name is Justin, by the way."

"T.K.," the marine replied with a pained smile, "I go by T.K.."

"All right, T.K.," Justin said, "I don't suppose you know where the refresher is, do you?"

"The what?" T.K. asked.

Justin thought for a moment before he remembered the right term, "The head."

"Oh, it's right over there," T.K. pointed.

Carefully, Justin stood up, one hand on the bed in case he wobbled. Finding himself steady, he grinned at T.K., "I'll be right back." He walked over to the bathroom and locked himself inside. He took three stumbling steps to the sink and stared at his haunted expression. As he stared, his brown eyes lightened to summer-sky blue, and his hair darkened to a rich blue-black that was more blue than black. "No," Justin whispered. "No, I'm not a Ranger, I'm retired." The images of his dream flickered through his mind and he shook his head. "I don't have a team, I'm a retired ranger. I don't even have a team anymore."

The blue crystal presented itself in his mind's eye. The beautifully cut, summer-sky gem was the size of Justin's palm, if not bigger. "No," he hissed and turned the tap on viciously. He splashed the water on his face, forcing all thoughts of the crystal and the Power from his thoughts. He turned off the tap and dried his face, then stepped back out into the infirmary.

Dr Beckett was waiting for him with T.K., who looked guilty. "There you are," Dr Beckett said.

"Here I am," Justin said cautiously.

"Traditionally," Dr Beckett said, "you should ask before getting out of bed, lad."

Justin stiffened, "I am not a child," he snarled.

"What?" Dr Beckett asked, startled.

"Don't call me lad. I'm twenty-seven, excuse me, twenty-one, I can vote, I can drink and I can die for my country." Justin said, "I haven't been a child since before puberty. My name is Justin Bradley Stewart, if you can't call me Justin, call me Ranger Stewart. The Power knows I earned that title."

"This is my infirmary," Dr Beckett said, "and in it, everyone is a lad or lass."

Justin opened his mouth, then his words caught up with him, and he closed it, forcing his muscles to relax, "Right," he said and sighed, "I'm sorry." He walked over to sit on the bed, "I just had a disturbing dream." He glanced at the doctor for a moment and gave a shy smile, "It threw me right back into teen angst mode again."

"Right," Dr Beckett replied, clearly not buying it.

Justin ran a hand through his hair, "Look, Doctor Beckett, I'm sorry for my attitude. It's just, back when I lived on Earth, especially when I was a teen; I spent a lot of time with people who were older than I was. I was a child prodigy and I looked it. I was small for my age for a long time, and my voice didn't break until I was fifteen. I spent a lot of time proving my intelligence to people who saw me as younger than I really was. Getting off planet when I was eighteen was great. Half my classmates didn't know the difference between male and female, much less the difference in age. I just had this dream, and it wasn't bad exactly, but it was certainly disturbing and it dragged out a lot of memories that I've successfully managed to not think about for the past however long it's been."

Dr. Beckett smiled, "It's all right, lad, I mean, Justin. Dreams can be strange things. Now, how are you feeling?"

Justin shrugged, "Pretty good, considering what happened. I'm more emotionally off balance than anything now."

"Was it the dream?" Dr Beckett asked.

"Not entirely," Justin replied, "the dream was a reflection of bad memories and an overactive imagination. I'll probably have any number of them for a while." He glanced around, "How late is it, anyway?"

"It's almost dawn," Dr Beckett replied, "I was just going over the night shift reports before breakfast."

Justin's stomach growled, loudly, "Yes," Justin said, glancing down at it, "thank you, I know."

Dr Beckett chuckled, "I would invite you to come to the cafeteria."

"But Major Sheppard thinks I'm a security risk," Justin supplied easily, "and wants me somewhere easily contained."

"I wouldn't have put it that way," Dr Beckett said.

"But it's true," Justin replied. "I'm actually not surprised. It was like that on Regula too. They had a thing about Humans, which wasn't fair, but since I never actually left the Labs, it didn't really bother me. Anything I needed I just ordered off the holonet or bribed Kispke to get for me. I've got my bag, and a book I haven't read yet so I'll be fine until someone figures out what to do with me."

Dr Beckett nodded, "I'll send Nurse Brown around with a tray soon."

"Thank you," Justin replied. After the doctor had left, Justin turned back to T.K., "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

T.K. smiled, "Don't worry about it. I've got major brownie points with the doc. He was more worried about you than made at me anyways."

"How'd you get brownie points?" Justin asked, "I have a feeling I'm going to need them."

T.K. chuckled, "The doc met my brother. The fact that I am not a complete asshole gets me off the hook somewhat."

"Is he really that bad?" Justin asked.

"Worse," T.K. replied, "because he's not as smart as he thinks he is and he is very interested in covering his own ass instead of helping people. Major Sheppard even gave me permission to change the tag on my uniform so people won't realize we're related."

"Wow," Justin said, "so who is he, so I know who to avoid."

"Doctor Kavanaugh," T.K. said, "and don't tell him I told you to avoid him. He hates the fact that I'm the reason he was brought into the project."

"Why is that?" Justin asked.

"Well, some people have a gene," T.K. said, "that lets them use ancient technology, like parts of Atlantis. I have the gene, and it's pretty strong. I'm not at the same level as Doctor Beckett and nowhere near Major Sheppard, but I can make stuff happen. They hoped my brother would have it, since he is a scientist, but after they brought him in, they realized that he didn't have the gene and they couldn't kick him out by then, he already knew too much."

"Sucks to be him," Justin said. He slid off the bed, and then sat back down so that he was able to lean against the pillow, "You think I have that gene? I mean, there have to be some parallels between the universes."

"Doctor Beckett can test you for it," T.K. said, "he's the one who isolated the gene in the first place."

"I'll ask him," Justin said, "when he's not mad at me."

"I don't think he's mad at you," T.K. said.

"He's mad," Justin said, "I know that. I'm not the best at reading people, but I'm good enough to tell when I've managed to really offend someone." He settled back in the pillows, "I wish I could go back to sleep."

"Why don't you," T.K. asked, "I'm not going to be offended."

"Because as soon as I try, I am going to have a nightmare," Justin replied, "I wasn't joking about bad memories. There are some things you can't forget, and some things you never should."