Disclaimer: Don't own the Power Rangers. Anybody you never heard of before
is probably mine, but it doesn't matter because there's no money involved
anyway.
Note: this is completely AU. Zordon never died. The originals are all in their early to mid-twenties. You'll recognize the other stuff I changed.
Legacy, part 2
A low, but insistent, beeping noise woke Billy from a sound sleep. "Yeah," he croaked, clearing his throat. "I'm up." The door slid open as he swung his long legs to the floor and sat up, nodding at the agitated little robot standing there. "Is Zordon able to talk to us now?"
"He asked me to come get you," said Alpha. "I've already awakened Jason and – oh, good," as the original Red Ranger joined them, shrugging on a shirt. "Sorry to wake you so soon. I've never seen Zordon quite like this and – " he fell silent, and refused to elaborate. Billy and Jason exchanged a look.
"Curiouser and curiouser," muttered Billy under his breath as they entered the main chamber.
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"Billy, Jason, it is good to see you. Alpha tells me you have had some sort of experience that needs my attention?" boomed Zordon from his time warp.
"I'm not sure, Zordon; but it was pretty disturbing, and we thought you might have some ideas about it," began Billy, and he took turns with Jason describing their shared dream and the ensuing incident in the loft.
Zordon was silent for a time after they had finished, then he spoke in the deliberate tone that always made Billy feel as though the Eltaran was hiding something.
"You were right to think I might know something of this," he began. "But it is not my place to enlighten you." The two former Rangers began to protest, but Zordon shook his head slowly. "No. You need to hear the answers you seek from another."
"Who? Who else can we talk to?" Billy asked angrily. "Why won't you help us? If there's something wrong with Jason, or with me –"
"It is time for you to know the truth. What has been done has been for your protection. And time runs short."
"What are you talking about?" Jason clenched his fists, fighting to keep his temper. "Stop talking in riddles, Zordon."
Zordon sighed, heavily, closing his eyes. "I can put this off no longer." He opened them again and fixed the two men before him with an intense gaze. A white light bathed the chamber, and from it stepped a familiar figure.
"D-dad?" Billy stuttered. "I don't –"
"Mr. Cranston, how did you –" Jason was as stunned as his friend.
Peter Cranston inclined his head toward the time warp, where Zordon regarded him worriedly. "Zordon…I saw the pod. I wondered if you might be contacting me tonight. Have you told them?"
"I have said nothing. It is your story to tell, P'tyr. But the Guardian has little time, and if that flame is snuffed out…"
Billy's father turned and looked at the two young men, smiling sadly. "You're not boys anymore, are you? It's time for you to know the truth." He sighed and pulled an unfamiliar device from his pocket and consulted it. "And to face your destiny."
"Dad, you're scaring me," Billy said, his voice reflecting his bewilderment. "What's this all about? Why did Zordon call you P'tyr? And how long have you known about –" his gesture included the Power Chamber, Zordon, and Alpha, "all this?"
"That the two of you were Power Rangers? From the beginning."
Jason cleared his throat. "Why didn't you ever mention it? And how did you know?"
The older man gave a smile that was the image of his son's. "I'll answer the second question first. Who do you think maintained this place before you arrived on the scene?"
"Alpha?" Billy's voice was a croak.
His father chuckled. "And who do you think built him?"
"Oh, man," Jason breathed. "You did."
Peter nodded. "Yep. I kept those Zords in fighting trim, too, for nine years, from when we first arrived until your mother died, Billy."
"A-arrived? Do I even want to know what you mean?" Blue eyes stared into their mirror image. "Dad, you're not going to tell me we're –"
"I am sorry to interrupt, P'tyr, but Guardian's vital signs grow weaker. There is no time left. You must act now or the girl will die, and Guardian will be destroyed."
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2 "Sorry, Jason, Billy. I'll explain everything later; right now I need you to come with me." Peter Cranston shepherded the two younger men into the infirmary, where they stood stock still in surprise.
On one of the examination tables in the center of the room lay an exquisite young woman. Her features were delicately drawn, yet there was a strength to the line of her jaw that was unexpectedly appealing. Full lips, slightly parted as she breathed gently; fine cheekbones; her eyes were closed, an abundance of dusky lashes laying gently against her cheeks. Her face reminded the friends of someone, but neither was able to put their finger on whom. Her hair was thick and long beyond belief, falling in night-dark waves from the table to brush the floor. She was dressed in some kind of silvery, form-fitting garment, covering her from the neck to her feet.
"Who is she?" Jason whispered. "Is this the Guardian you mentioned?"
Peter Cranston nodded, gravely surveying the girl's still form. "She is Guardian, yes; but she is more than that, Jason. She is your sister."
Note: this is completely AU. Zordon never died. The originals are all in their early to mid-twenties. You'll recognize the other stuff I changed.
Legacy, part 2
A low, but insistent, beeping noise woke Billy from a sound sleep. "Yeah," he croaked, clearing his throat. "I'm up." The door slid open as he swung his long legs to the floor and sat up, nodding at the agitated little robot standing there. "Is Zordon able to talk to us now?"
"He asked me to come get you," said Alpha. "I've already awakened Jason and – oh, good," as the original Red Ranger joined them, shrugging on a shirt. "Sorry to wake you so soon. I've never seen Zordon quite like this and – " he fell silent, and refused to elaborate. Billy and Jason exchanged a look.
"Curiouser and curiouser," muttered Billy under his breath as they entered the main chamber.
************
"Billy, Jason, it is good to see you. Alpha tells me you have had some sort of experience that needs my attention?" boomed Zordon from his time warp.
"I'm not sure, Zordon; but it was pretty disturbing, and we thought you might have some ideas about it," began Billy, and he took turns with Jason describing their shared dream and the ensuing incident in the loft.
Zordon was silent for a time after they had finished, then he spoke in the deliberate tone that always made Billy feel as though the Eltaran was hiding something.
"You were right to think I might know something of this," he began. "But it is not my place to enlighten you." The two former Rangers began to protest, but Zordon shook his head slowly. "No. You need to hear the answers you seek from another."
"Who? Who else can we talk to?" Billy asked angrily. "Why won't you help us? If there's something wrong with Jason, or with me –"
"It is time for you to know the truth. What has been done has been for your protection. And time runs short."
"What are you talking about?" Jason clenched his fists, fighting to keep his temper. "Stop talking in riddles, Zordon."
Zordon sighed, heavily, closing his eyes. "I can put this off no longer." He opened them again and fixed the two men before him with an intense gaze. A white light bathed the chamber, and from it stepped a familiar figure.
"D-dad?" Billy stuttered. "I don't –"
"Mr. Cranston, how did you –" Jason was as stunned as his friend.
Peter Cranston inclined his head toward the time warp, where Zordon regarded him worriedly. "Zordon…I saw the pod. I wondered if you might be contacting me tonight. Have you told them?"
"I have said nothing. It is your story to tell, P'tyr. But the Guardian has little time, and if that flame is snuffed out…"
Billy's father turned and looked at the two young men, smiling sadly. "You're not boys anymore, are you? It's time for you to know the truth." He sighed and pulled an unfamiliar device from his pocket and consulted it. "And to face your destiny."
"Dad, you're scaring me," Billy said, his voice reflecting his bewilderment. "What's this all about? Why did Zordon call you P'tyr? And how long have you known about –" his gesture included the Power Chamber, Zordon, and Alpha, "all this?"
"That the two of you were Power Rangers? From the beginning."
Jason cleared his throat. "Why didn't you ever mention it? And how did you know?"
The older man gave a smile that was the image of his son's. "I'll answer the second question first. Who do you think maintained this place before you arrived on the scene?"
"Alpha?" Billy's voice was a croak.
His father chuckled. "And who do you think built him?"
"Oh, man," Jason breathed. "You did."
Peter nodded. "Yep. I kept those Zords in fighting trim, too, for nine years, from when we first arrived until your mother died, Billy."
"A-arrived? Do I even want to know what you mean?" Blue eyes stared into their mirror image. "Dad, you're not going to tell me we're –"
"I am sorry to interrupt, P'tyr, but Guardian's vital signs grow weaker. There is no time left. You must act now or the girl will die, and Guardian will be destroyed."
1
2 "Sorry, Jason, Billy. I'll explain everything later; right now I need you to come with me." Peter Cranston shepherded the two younger men into the infirmary, where they stood stock still in surprise.
On one of the examination tables in the center of the room lay an exquisite young woman. Her features were delicately drawn, yet there was a strength to the line of her jaw that was unexpectedly appealing. Full lips, slightly parted as she breathed gently; fine cheekbones; her eyes were closed, an abundance of dusky lashes laying gently against her cheeks. Her face reminded the friends of someone, but neither was able to put their finger on whom. Her hair was thick and long beyond belief, falling in night-dark waves from the table to brush the floor. She was dressed in some kind of silvery, form-fitting garment, covering her from the neck to her feet.
"Who is she?" Jason whispered. "Is this the Guardian you mentioned?"
Peter Cranston nodded, gravely surveying the girl's still form. "She is Guardian, yes; but she is more than that, Jason. She is your sister."