Author: Jadelyn Tate
Story: Dark Wings
Pairings: Jason/Kim, Tommy/Kat
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Summary: Maligore's Children will have their revenge…
Author Notes: I hope everyone had a good holidays!
Warnings:Torture, cursing, slash, death, war, etc, you know the drill by now.

Doctor:It seems I've found myself on the voyage of the damned.

"What the--? JARETH!" Khetala screamed. Jareth ran in, his face a mask to those who didn't know him well but Khetala could clearly see worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He demanded and Khetala pointed out the bedroom window, five pinpricks of light glowing dim even as he watched.

"Five white teleportation streaks." She told him hotly. He growled.

"Where the hell do you they think they're going?" He demanded before stomping from the bedroom. Khetala followed him. Once in the throne room, he started giving orders.

"Hecate, find out where those teleportation streaks are going. Dwyn, Lasair, Janus, Sorina, disguise yourself and go down to earth to determine who has left. Scorpina, Tyr, Eise, prepare a dozen Keres for battle." He ordered. When everyone remained frozen, his eyes flashed black and he bellowed "NOW!"

His court scattered like the wind.

Khetala was working on her hair later that day when a flash of purple heralded the arrival of her cousin, Astronema. Standing, she turned to face the purple and black clad woman. Without a word, Astronema plopped herself on the bed.

"I HATE reds." She grumbled. Khetala raised an eyebrow.

"Red trouble, I take it?" She asked curiously. Astronema groaned.

"I took over KO-35, a small human colony a few years ago—destroyed the first two versions of the ranger team before getting all but that annoying red. He's been making a nuisance of himself lately and Dark Spector wants him gone. And I can't seem to track him down!" She let out an unintelligible screech just as the Prince walked in.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at the sight of his cousin lying on the bed, her hands on her face, screeching while his sister sat back, looking bemused and sympathetic. Catching his eye, she made a face.

"Astronema is having red issues." She explained blithely and he nodded, suddenly getting it.

"Give it time, eventually all reds make mistakes that can be taken advantage of." He advised her. Astronema peeked at him through her fingers.

"You think so?" She asked hopefully and Jareth nodded.

"Despite what many might think, Rangers are not Gods." He told her before turning to Khetala. "Any word from Hecate?"

Khetala shook her head. "Not yet. They could be heading to any number of planets. She says she should have it within the day." She answered promptly. Jareth nodded, glowering. Astronema sat on her arms, still lying on the bed.

"Whats going on?"

Jareth and Khetala exchanged looks but ultimately Jareth nodded. Khetala made a face. "Five of the rangers have left Earth. Lady Hecate is trying to determine where they're going." Se explained. Astronema nodded.

"Sounds like were both having issues." She muttered. Jareth snorted.

"You two enjoy yourselves. I'm going to go train with Tyr." He told them and they nodded. Once he was gone from the room, Khetala poked her head outside and ordered a Keres to gather all the women but Hecate, who remained working. Within minutes, Eise, Sirona, and Scorpina had joined them for a little girl time.

"That was just what I needed." Astronema sighed later that night as Khetala showed her to a bedroom.

"Me too. Being evil doesn't mean we can't be girls." She replied. Astronema snorted.

"Women, Khetala, we can't be women." She corrected. Khetala rolled her eyes.

"Here we are. Enjoy your stay." Khetala swept open the doors and Astronema walked in, squealing. Khetala's expression didn't betray the fact she was surprised at the change in the room. She could've sworn the room had been done in reds and blacks, like the rest of the palace, not purple and black.

"You like it, I take it?" She asked dryly and Astronema nodded, falling onto the bed.

"Two Keres have been assigned to assist you. They'll remain outside the door unless you call them in. Evil night!" Khetala called, backing out and closing the door behind her. Looking at the two Keres, she smirked.

"As I said before, assist her but do not let her in the restricted areas. Princess of Evil or not, NO ONE must know of Jareth and my projects. Understood?" She demanded and smirked when they nodded.

"Good boys."

"Jareth?" Khetala asked a few hours later as they lay in bed. She gently traced patterns on his bare chest, gleaming with sweat from their love-making. He grunted, his own hand massaging her scalp.

"Astronema, Scorpina, and I talked about going to Onyx for the Dark Market. I was hoping to find a metal smith to make a new weapon for me." She explained, lifting her head to look into Jareth's face. He nodded, his eyes on a small parchment in front of him.

"Get me a new set of daggers as well, would you?" He asked. She smirked, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Without a word, he turned his head and captured her lips with his own. Khetala moaned as she brought her hands up to tangle in his hair. Jareth, for his part, threw the parchment to the floor and rolled over so he was above her. As he began trailing kisses down her throat, he waved a hand behind him and heard the clear sound of the door locking. Looking into her eyes, he smirked.

"No interruptions this time."

End Notes: Thanks to Jen, Jeremy Shane, zeopurple, Pinkranger888, TommyOliverMMPRFan, hewhoreaps, angelrei06, CoolDiva, and PinkRangerV for the reviews!

Some of you may have noticed, I recently started writing/posting Birthright, the second fic in the Heritage Trilogy. I'm going to try and update both fics at the same time from here on out but...well, it might now always happen seeing as how I'm taking six classes this semester plus nine hours of work a week. Gotta love college, huh?