Ryan's Christmas Carol
By Golden Arrow
Summary: An updated version of a classic staring everyone's favorite titanium ranger.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Power rangers, wish I did but that's life.I don't own some of the premise it's shaped around Charles Dickenson's "A Christmas Carol."
Author's note:Ok, with the holidays nearing I came p with this. PLZ be kind it's my first fanfic.
Chapter 1
Why was it, Ryan Mitchell wondered, that just because of a fat bearded guy in red the world went nuts? It wasn't like there weren't a million fat guys in red. So big deal they gave out toys and candy. Big whoopee, he thought sarcastically as he shoved through a few people on the sidewalk. Just once he wished the streets would be empty, he wished that things would go his way. Nothing ever did, he mused as he was shoved to the right.
Thinking of his little sister he felt an annoyance, she'd gone off to medical school, left him. So much for being a real family. Her stupid career was more important than he was.
Then there were his friends, he didn't even know if they were still alive for heavens sake. Not that they'd gotten all that close but it would at least have been nice for them to call every so often.
He really hated this world sometimes. Thinking of his father he wanted to kick something. The old guy hadn't even tried to be family. No, he'd coughed up his toes the day after the others had returned their morphers. That had really been all he'd given a dam about, the rangers, not his own children, not his son…
"Ryan!" A voice called and he turned to see the perky brunette racing towards him. Great, he thought, just what I need a chattering Cathie.
"Hey Kel." He said not caring if he sounded bitter. He had a right; after all he hadn't called to her. Hell, he didn't even want to know she was around. What was the point? She'd just have another one of those happy lives the others all had. It really wasn't fair. Only his sucked.
"I thought that was you." She smiled brightly at him. "So doing some holiday shopping?"
"No why would I?" He asked wanting to shout at her, wanting to make her as miserable as he was.
"Christmas is the day after tomorrow." She said oblivious to his dark thoughts.
"Well excuse me if I don't think a fat guy in a red sweat suit is all worth celebrating." He muttered and she frowned slightly.
"Ryan? Do you really think that's what the holidays are al about?" She asked sounding mystified.
"Hello, raised by demons here."
"Ryan, I don't know what's wrong but you don't have to act like this. If you just want to be left alone…"
"I already am or are you too happy with your Grandmother to even see that!"
"Ryan I um…" He saw the tears in her eyes and felt a sting of glee, he'd put that there.
"Later." He said and stalked off.
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That night Ryan was sitting in the house, its walls still, the only sound coming from the clock on the mantel. He hated that, the tick, tick, tick… It was enough to drive a crazy man sane. Putting down his math book he snatched up the remote and began to channel surf.
Ten minutes later the phone rang and Ryan growled, who'd be bugging him now? Probably another call asking for a donation to one of his father's dumb charities.
"Yeah?" He barked into the phone.
"Ryan?" The voice asked and he didn't know what he felt at hearing the traitor's voice.
"Ryan, I just wanted to tell you that I'm not going to be able to get there in time.'
"Surprise, surprise." He laughed sardonically.
"Ryan? Ryan what's wrong?" She asked and he laughed again more bitterness slipping into his voice.
"Hmm I don't know, you're ditching me again."
"Ryan, I'm not, the airport's closed, there's too much snow to drive in.' she said and he had had it. No excuses. She was the one who'd promised to come home over break and she was ditching him.
"Yeah nice try sis. Go back to your stupid books and forget about it, I already have.' He growled and she paused.
"Ryan…" She began but he slammed down the phone, anger shooting through him in almost in tangible waves. Typical, typical Dana behavior. She never even thought about anything but her books. She was so like their father!
Hurrling the remote across the room he felt a bit of satisfaction when it hit the wall with a thwack!
"You shouldn't do that.' The voice said and Ryan looked up feeling a little confused and angry, this was his house, who would bother him here? And then his mouth dropped open in surprise.
TBC
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Ok, I know it's a cheesy beginning but I wanted you to get the feel for the frame of mind Ryan has fallen into. Don't worry much will be revealed in the next chapters. Anyway PLZ R&R.