Hello, ladies and gentlemen, i'm your host BewaretheFandom, and this is Power Rangers: Guardians. Now this isn't your average OC team, but i will allow you to discover that for yourselves. I couldn't have possibly done this without the wonderful Mysterygal5, who helped me figure out what i was doing in the first place. Guardians is my first fanction in the writers chair, so it won't be perfect, but i hope a few of you out there enjoy what i intend to bring you.
I have no ownership over anything here but my OC's. All Power Rangers trademarks belong to Hasbro.
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Rated T for language reasons.
Gavin POV (Red)
The sun rose over the town, marking the start of the last day of summer. Gavin's phone blared loudly at 6 AM, a groan escaping his mouth. As the Disney song played from his phone, he considered whether to answer it. He chose to or else she'd kill him. He personalized that ringtone for a reason. He reaches for his phone and, after a few failed grasping attempts, brings it to his ear.
"Yes, Claire?" He asked, his voice groggy. He'd forgotten that when this girl said 6 AM, she meant 6 AM.
"You ready for today? We gotta head out early to set up for the end of summer festival," she said, her chipper voice making Gavin wonder if the girl breathed coffee and sunshine.
"Or, and hear me out, we could not do that and I could sleep all day instead," Gavin said. He hadn't even thought about his promise to Claire while he was out last night.
"Gavin…" She said in a tone Gavin knew very well. He'd known it for years and it still terrified him. It was the stuff of nightmares. It was -
"Not the mom voice. Anything but the mom voice, Claire," he pleaded. It was way too early to be fearing for his life, but Claire's disappointed mom voice had that effect on people. Gavin was on the receiving end far too many times and he still wasn't immune to it.
"Then get down here, like you promised. I mean it, Gavin. That's an order," she said before hanging up. It was obvious that the girl's father was a four star general when she got like this. The apple didn't fall too far from the tree.
Gavin and Claire met as kids. Her father had been assigned at the military base located miles outside of town. He'd become an integral part of the community practically overnight, which connected him to the community's other integral members. Gavin's own parents, Megan and Luther Williams, were some of the wealthiest people around. When the parents met to discuss what was best for the town, Gavin and Claire had met after being held at the hip.
Their friendship began when she demanded he move from the spinning office chair he claimed. When he refused, she pulled out the early prototype to the mom voice. That time included puppy dog eyes. Since that day, Gavin and Claire's friendship formed and most of it revolved around her telling him what to do.
Gavin got out of bed and quickly freshened up. First thing you learn as a kid of billionaires? Hygiene overrules anything and everything. Once he slicked back his hair and grabbed his jacket, he headed down the spiral staircase for breakfast. The staff prepared waffles and eggs. He loved them scrambled, and the only place he knew that made them better was a small little mom-and-pop diner in town. His eyes wander to the head of the table and the adjacent seat. His parents were already seated.
He quickly takes his seat. "Claire called. I'm going to need to head into town once breakfast is over. She and I are helping set up the festival."
His father looked up from his paper. "We'll have Chester drive you. We'll see you later today."
Gavin nods, forcing a smile. His parents weren't neglectful but he wished for a bit of company, even if they were just sitting in the car with him.
Breakfast flew by and, before he knew it, Gavin was in the car with Chester. Gavin peered out the passenger's window, a sigh escaping his lips. This caught Chester's attention, as he'd grown used to picking up on Gavin's mood swings over the years, starting as early as his toddler tantrums. His parents would even hand him off to Chester when they couldn't calm him down. The man had practically been a grandfather to Gavin growing up.
"Something on your mind, Master Gavin?"
"I feel like everything is going too fast sometimes, Chester. I feel whiny for saying it, but I just haven't found what makes me well...me. At least, not yet. I think if I found it, maybe Mom and Dad might take a second to notice."
"Master Gavin, since the very first moment I held you in my arms, I felt as though you were destined for greatness. Maybe the something you're looking for will find you first."
"I hope you're right, Chester." Gavin says.
The car stopped at a red light. While they wait for the color to change, they see two boys sprinting toward the car. One boy had rich brown skin, and glasses. The other was skinny and extremely uncoordinated, making it seem like a few steps would make him pass out. The skinny one dramatically slid on the roof of the car, causing Chester to honk.
"Sorry about him!" The other boy apologized as they continued running.
The skinny boy didn't seem to mind, as he quickly jerked to a stop and bowed, before continuing to run.
Their reason for running soon revealed itself. Three boys in Letterman jackets came sprinting past after the boys. One thing was certain at that moment. Those guys were so screwed.
Lance POV (Blue)
"We are so screwed!" Lance exclaimed. One thing being absolutely clear: this was totally Tony's fault!
Lance had signed them up to help with setting up the wasn't that big a deal. They'd be helping the community...and maybe the opportunity to check out Claire since she would be in charge, but it wasn't his only reason! Things were going great...until the unthinkable happened. Tony opened his mouth.
Lance had been setting up somebody's booth when he turned to Tony. "Hey, pass me the hamm-" He cut himself off when he saw that Tony was no longer beside him.
Tony was talking, although, let's be honest, flirting with a girl in a cheerleading uniform. The previous year's cheerleaders had a special performance planned for the festival. Lance had been excited for it for...more non-Claire related reasons. Anyway, that particular cheerleader seemed familiar to Lance. But by the time he figured it out, it already seemed like Tony had reached first base, wanted to get to at least second before lunch, and home plate after. Oh, shit. That girl was the sister of the linebacker, Rich, known on the field as "The Butcher". Oh shit! Lance quickly realized Tony was about to be tagged out as he saw Rich turn a corner. This is going to end with a touchdown, i.e Tony's face touching the floor repeatedly, unless...Lance got involved.
Lance attempted to pull Tony out of this proverbial fire, but he was too late. Rich had seen Tony so Lance did the next logical thing. He grabbed Tony and fucking bolted. Like a speeding bullet, the two had a head start on the jock, but, unfortunately, both of them were extremely out of shape. They stopped less than a few feet away to catch their breath. Unfortunately, this led to Rich grabbing two of the team's other players. Chad "The King" Henrickson and Mateo "Machete" Cross. Crap. Crap. Crap! Chad was Claire's boyfriend, so they needed to fucking bail.
Fear of injury got Lance's legs working, and Tony's seemed not too far behind. The jocks had already started to catch up when they reached dramatic, and Tony decided now was the time to practice his hood slide!
"Are you for real?!" Lance exclaimed.
"I need to practice for my performance, Lance! Opportunity can come at any time!" Tony yells before screaming a bit when he sees the jocks even closer than before.
"Did you have to freaking bow?!"
"I'm an artist, I need to let my fans know I care!"
"They could've caught us! We could have died!"
"Then my work will be more valuable, and people will mourn you by remembering me, my friend"
The boys' bantering caused them to run out of breath, so they turned into an alley. It was, of course, a dead end - which is what it was going to be for the boys. The jocks effortlessly caught up. Rich and Matteo grabbed Tony and quickly, almost easily tossed him in the dumpster. Of course, Tony had a monologue.
"The end of my hero's journey! My final act in the stage of life and - oh shit, there's grease on my pants. Do you think we have time for a quick costume change?! Another wound from this foul and cruel world, as I waste away in soiled pants like nothing!"
Lance now stood on the ground, completely surrounded. "Okay, before we do this, can I just…?" He takes off his jacket. It had a Batman insignia on the back. He quickly folded it before placing it on the ground. "Okay, let's go."
When they finally made a move on him, he couldn't resist the burning hot anger in his stomach as he saw one of them smirk. His rage began to rise and, almost on instinct, he shoved Rich's arms off him. Mateo followed by punching Lance in the gut, nearly winding him. Lance's anger flared once more, and he struck Mateo in the face. He managed to make contact but it hurt him like fuck. It didn't take long for the three to grab him, Chad looking albeit a bit apologetic. The three tossed him in with Tony, who was attempting to move around the dumpster to not be in Lance's landing zone. Unfortunately, Tony failed to move fast enough and Lance landed smack dab on top of him.
The dumpster's lid was about to be closed on the boys, when a voice called out from the other end of the alley. It was the kind of voice you expected to scare the devil.
"What exactly do you shit for brains think you're doing to my losers?"
Her name was Roxanne. The thing that confirmed it was her, was the familiar sound of her knuckles cracking.
Roxanne POV (Black)
As Roxanne cracked her knuckles, she couldn't help but wonder why the fuck she was even here. Her and Lance went way back. He'd help her in their shared AP classes, she'd keep some assholes off his back. She wouldn't have called them friends, at least not at first, but the little asshole was relentless, and where Lance went, Tony followed.
That's how Roxanne ended up in this fucking alleyway when she could've been doing literally anything else. She walked toward the group of jocks, and unceremoniously knocked them to the ground with a few blows from her fists. She was easy to underestimate, due to her tiny size. She wasn't exactly what you'd call tall and you wouldn't expect her to pack a punch like a machine gun, but they'd definitely feel that when they woke up.
"Come on, Losers, we need to get back to the festival. I actually went there to volunteer, not lady-galk. I ain't losing those volunteer hours cause Tony can't keep his hands to himself," she said with a completely unimpressed look on her face. Her leather jacket and sunglasses made her seem like the perfect definition of punk. She even had dyed her hair a darker black than it already was.
"Did you not hear me woman?! There is grease! On my pants! I can't go out in public looking like this! The entire theater community would shame me, nay the whole town I dare say!" Tony said, the beginning of a monologue coming on.
Roxanne, in an attempt to save them some valuable time, dumped the contents of a nearby garbage bag, directly on Tony's head.
"There," she said while brushing her hands clean. "Nobody will even notice the stain."
Lance was trying his hardest not to laugh as Roxanne began them out of the dumpster. Roxanne was right, after all, they needed to get back and Tony's whining wouldn't make the day easier, especially since he "monologued" the entire way back. Roxanne was considering taking some of the garbage still hanging off of Tony and Lance, and shoving it into Tony's mouth.
"So, Roxanne, you sticking around for the entire festival?" Lance asked.
"I can't. I...I promised a friend I'd help with something." It hurt like a stab wound to lie to Lance, but she promised herself to keep her friends out of her, as she would say, lifestyle.
Roxanne began stealing at a young age. She didn't like doing it, and she didn't usually steal things that she would hate to lose if it was hers. She didn't take credit cards, or joy rides. She stole valuable-enough shit, pawned it for cash and bought her family some fucking food. Roxanne believed that they were doing better now. Dad was now going to work and her little twin brothers were doing well at school. But, she had to be sure, so tonight she'd planned her last job. It was a simple smash-and-grab from a local shop, nothing too serious, just some hobby shop, but selling stuff online would help her reach her goal.
Roxanne's mood darkened a bit because of this reminder of her life, but she attempted to not let her face reveal anything. Luckily, nobody noticed because all eyes were on Claire, who was continuously ordering people around. 'Oh joy, someone gave the uptight one a clipboard.'
"Hey, McBitchy, we're back from our lunch break. What do you got for us?" Roxanne asked, showing some signs of amusement at the offense on Claire's face for her nickname.
Lance, however, was frozen in what Roxanne liked to call, The McBitchy Love State. Basically, when around McBitchy, he freezes and his mouth goes dry. He's essentially useless and mute. Tony was still monologuing about his fucking grease stain that reeked of garbage.
Claire starts advancing towards them, her smile sickly sweet. "Well, Roxanne, some kid puked in the public bathroom. You can deal with that."
Roxanne breathed heavily and exhaled before faking a smile and heading toward said public bathroom.
Claire then turned to Lance and Tony "As for you two….."
Claire POV (White)
"Can you explain why the heck you smell like literal trash?" Claire asked, covering her nose with the clipboard. They were supposed to be helping with booth set-up, not waste removal. You just couldn't trust people to be efficient, could you?
"Well...you see ...basically ...we fell in a dumpster," Tony said. He knew Lance would practically be useless in this situation so, for the sake of them all, he had to do the talking. It would cut into his monologue but somebody had to take the spotlight.
"Fell into a dumpster? Really?" Claire said, raising an eyebrow. Her clipboard made it so much more intimidating somehow, even when it was covering half her face.
"Yep. Total accident. No idea how it happened."
"Mmmh. Just get back to work," she said, rolling her eyes as Tony drags Lance away.
She didn't have time for any sign of incompetence. She still had so much to do and so very little time to do it. She had to check on everyone's progress, practice with the cheer team, and figure out where in the utmost hell Gavin was. God, why did she have to do everything herself?
Claire sees Tony and Lance talking again and blows the whistle around her neck. "Back to work!"
Tony giggles and looks at Lance. "Bet you wish she was blowing-"
"Finish that sentence and I break your jazz hands."
"Not the jazz hands!"
Claire, ignoring that, continued to walk off. She needed a coffee. Immediately. She'd have one by now if Gavin had shown up! Some people! She continued going around the festival set-up, and saw that they were 10 minutes behind schedule. That just would not do. She had to up her game and be at least ten minutes ahead. It was bullhorn time.
Claire found her bullhorn a few minutes later and went up on stage. First, she activated the siren setting to get attention, and it certainly got plenty of attention. Once all eyes were on her, she began her orders. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are incredibly far behind. As your current student body president, captain of the cheer squad, it's my responsibility to remind you that we have a schedule and all of you have fallen behind! PICK UP THE PACE PEOPLE! Please, and thank you." Her voice went sweet on those last words before turning off the bullhorn.
Everyone around her looked as though they feared for their lives, and began to swiftly get to work. One person however, just began to slow clap. She looked for the source of the clapping and saw Tony. That boy will clap for anything.
Tony POV (Yellow)
Tony's hands wouldn't stop clapping at the performance he just witnessed. If his beautiful jazz hands were damaged, he would've never been able to appreciate that spectacle. The emotion, the intensity, it was beautiful.