Dream Four: What Could've Been Will Never Be
Working closely with Flynn as they upgraded the Road Attack Zord, as well as fighting against Tenaya 7 side by side with him, resulted in Gemma seeing the blue ranger in a whole new light. Though she saw all the rangers and Dr. K as dear friends, up until then, Gem had been the only person in her life that she truly felt the need to be around all the time. He was her twin brother, a part of her, she couldn't fathom an existence without him. But ever so slowly Gemma began finding herself needing to be around Flynn almost just as much as Gem. The moments she had to decline Flynn's invitations to work on more upgrades because Gem wanted her to do something with him instead were brutal. But, as much as something inside of her desired to be affixed to Flynn's side as much as possible, Gem took priority and always would.
Having now been part of the team for quite some time now, Gemma was relieved to see her dreams had more of a tendency to be positive, bright and happy. Her personal favorite was the one where she and Gem rode twin unicorns through a spring meadow under the arch of a vibrant rainbow. But just because those sort of dreams became more and more of the usual theme, did not mean her deep seeded worries and fears ceased to on occasion play out in her dreams.
Her latest addition to the list was much like her nightmare of losing Gem. It started out jus the same, the seven rangers fighting another one of Venjix's creatures. Again she saw the monster's attack coming straight for her and again she was shoved out of its path. But, unlike before, instead of it being Gem who had taken the hit in her stead, it was Flynn who's body became rigid for a moment before his knees failed beneath him and he slumped down in a crumbled heap on the ground.
If it were possible to ever be more frightened by the dream of losing Gem, this was it. Gemma awoke shaking in her bed, her heart violently ramming against her chest. In the dream, a myriad of emotions played through her as she watched Flynn fall. Sadness and despair over the loss, but also something much bleaker. There was the despair of all that possibly could've been and never would be. Gemma felt tears well up in her eyes as even upon waking the dream plagued her mind. She stuffed the edge of her fluffy white comforter in her mouth so as to not make any sounds as she cried. She did not want to wake her brother, who was sleeping soundly across the room.
Once the tears had surpassed, Gemma slowly got up from her bed and walked to the door. She heard a soft sharp snort from her brother's bed, followed by the sound of him sitting up.
"Gemma?" He questioned in the dark. Gemma cursed herself for somehow waking him. "Where are you going?" He asked around a yawn.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," was her whispered response, "go back to sleep," she encouraged. She was glad that in the combination of his bleary state and the darkness in the room, Gem could not see the dried tear tracks on her face. Gem gave a soft murmur of agreement before collapsing back in his bed. Within seconds the room was filled with his soft snores and Gemma continued on her way. She left the room she shared with Gem, carefully closing the door behind her before walking the short distance to the room she needed to look into at that moment.
She reached the door to the room Flynn and Scott shared. She took a deep breath and slowly inched it open, cautious of not making any sound to wake the rangers. Once the door was opened just enough to look in, she poked her head through. In the darkened room she first saw the moonlit outline of Scott. He turned in his sleep but otherwise showed no sign of waking. Gemma peered past him to find the figure she most needed to see. There, on a bed at the opposite corner of Scott's, was Flynn. The beam of moonlight coming from the window by his bed shone lightly on his upturned cheek. Gemma's heart seemed to settle at the sight of him. It was the visual proof that Flynn was fine, asleep in his bed. His lifeless body wasn't being cradled in her arms like it had been in her dream.
Gemma stepped out of the doorway and slowly closed the door. She stood by it for a moment, listening for any signs that she had awoken either of its occupants. Once she was assured that they were both blissfully unaware of her recent presence, she made her way back to her room and crawled back into bed.
