Disclaimer: don't own it…
Jen lost her memory of what Steelix did to her! Is it just a phase, or is there more that meets the human eye?
Cmar: I was having the thoughts of each ranger about getting their powers in this chapter…you read my mind!
Chapter ten up! Enjoy!
Roses and Thorns, part 2
Sky paced impatiently inside Command. He kept cursing himself for not being able to use his powers to help her.
Z also sighed. "So we were given these powers for our futures as Rangers? I was thought of as a freak because of my…destiny?"
"It doesn't make sense." Jack said. "Why us?"
Bridge coughed. "There had to be a reason why we were picked to be Rangers. Predestination? Even I can't think of a logical reason."
"These powers are so damn useless!" he yelled. A blue aurora surrounded his hands. He concentrated hard enough, and it went away.
The phone suddenly rang, Boom jumped. "SPD Command, Boom speaking."
"Boom, it's Kat." A voice came over the speakerphone. "I have some news on Captain Scott's whereabouts."
"And, where is she?" Sky shouted.
"Respect your rank, Cadet Tate." Cruger commanded. "Where is she, Kat?"
"She's with Commander Collins back at his house. She seems okay, but is experiencing some type of memory loss." Kat said. "She should be back soon. The Commander wants her to relax back at home and return in a day or two."
Cruger nodded. "Very well. Kat, return to Command, I think the Captain and the Commander want some time alone."
Back at the Mansion
Kat nodded. "I'm on my way, Doggie." She closed the communicator and walked over to where Jen lay on the bed. Kat removed the pads from her chest. The computer shut off as the data Kat needed was collected. "Captain, are you going to be okay?"
Jen smiled at Wes and took his hand. "I think I'll be fine, thank you Kat."
Kat smiled and left the room. Wes heard the door shut and he watched Jen fall back onto the bed. She turned her head towards him and smiled. "Hi." She sighed.
Wes laughed. "Well, I guess someone's feeling better. Any chance in your memory?"
The Captain shook her head. "Nothing. Whatever Steelix did, apparently it had no affect. In fact," she urged to sit up. "I feel just fi—" Jen collapsed onto the bed and held her chest, while coughing.
"Jen!" Wes jumped up. "Relax, relax. You need to relax." He sat next to her and held her hand tight. "Phillips, some water!" he called. The old butler rushed off as Jen lay back against the pillows and caught her breath.
Phillips arrived with the water not too soon after and gave Jen the water. Wes nodded in thanks and helped her sip it. "Well, I guess I'm not that well yet." She chuckled. Wes smiled in agreement.
"Take it easy and rest up. I'm going to contact Sky and let him know what's going on." He kissed her forehead and left.
Downstairs
"Sky, are you there son?" Wes said into the communicator. "Sky?"
His son's face appeared on the screen. "Yes, I'm here, Dad. Go on."
"Sky, I've got your mother here with me. She'll be staying here for a few days, until she's better." Wes watched as a look of relief came over the Blue Ranger's face. "Put Trip on for a second."
"Go ahead, Wes." Trip said.
"Trip, can you trace any of Jen's memories with the information Kat gathered?" Wes asked. Trip pressed a few buttons, but shook his head.
"Nothing yet, Wes. I'll contact you if and when we get something." The Green Ranger said.
Katie's voice popped up out from somewhere. "And tell Jen that if she ever decided to go get herself killed, let me know so I can talk her out of it." Wes laughed.
"Will do. See you guys tomorrow." He said. Wes sat back in his chair and smiled. He picked up his cell phone and began to dial a number. He began browsing online when the person picked up.
"Kay Jewelers, Christine speaking. How may I help you, Mr. Collins?"
Wes smiled as he opened up a page. "Hello Christine." He said. "I am in need of a ring…"
Back at Command
Sky sat outside on the balcony and gazed off into the sunset. He was long in thought. A pair of arms went around him.
"Earth to Sky." A voice called. Sky turned around to see Syd standing behind him. "I thought you had lifted out of this world," the Pink Ranger chuckled. "and into another." Sky merely smiled at her. "Something on your mind?"
Sky sighed. "There's a lot, and I don't know where to begin."
"Then why don't you start at the beginning." She suggested. "Is it about your mother?"
"A lot, yes. There's so many things that have been left unsaid. Why she couldn't stay here, and now that she's di-" he cleared his throat. "Now that she's sick, I don't know what to think anymore."
"Oh, Sky." Syd cooed as she hugged him. "Everything's going to be okay. You'll see." Sky drew in a deep breath.
"I hope you're right, Syd." He looked into her eyes as they sparkled a radiant blue. "I just get the feeling that something's…wrong."
"Shush, you're just stressed. Everything's going to be all right, you'll see."
"I just hope you're right, Syd." He sighed heavily. "I just hope so."
In an alleyway
"Oh, what is that heavenly smell?" Piggy asked himself. He drifted on a cloud towards an alleyway. "It smells like…" he took a heavy sniff of the air and spotted the delicacy. "rotten fish smothered in year old cooking grease?"
"And there's more where that came from," a figure stepped out from the shadows, a bag in hand. "If you tell me what I need to know."
Piggy eyed the bag hungrily as the figure slowly edged it towards him. "What do you need to know my friend?"
The figure removed his hood. "I am looking for a chemical, called Phantom56. I was told you could supply me with some."
Piggy gasped. "Wait, I know you! You were the one that beat up that officer the other night!"
Steelix grinned. "You have a good memory. Now, the chemical." Piggy snorted.
"Well now, lets not be hasty. You want the chemical I have supplied?" Piggy began walking towards his home. "Then follow me."
Steelix eyed the creature and followed. Piggy came to a chemical container and took out a vile. "Here you go, Phantom56." Piggy said as he handed Steelix the vile. "and now for my…" he licked his lips as Steelix threw him the bag.
"Excellent." The mutant chuckled. "You are mine, Jennifer."
He walked away, a murderous smile was plastered into his face.
Later that night
"Kill…kill…KILL!"
"No!" Jen jumped up, a cold sweat surrounded her. She panted heavily. "No…" she shook her head.
"Jen?" asked a groggy Wes. H saw the frightened look on her face and turned on a nearby light. "Sweetie, you okay?"
Jen looked at him and calmed down slightly. "Yea, I… I just had a bad dream."
Wes yawned and shrugged. "All right, go back to bed." He put his head down on the pillow and fell back to sleep.
Jen hesitated for a moment; something was stuck on her mind. "Why am I having this dream?" she asked herself. The voice in it was very familiar, yet she could not place a name to it. "It's probably just stress." She sighed and placed her head down on the pillow.
On the balcony, a figure chuckled silently. "That's right, Jennifer." He whispered. "Come to me."
Jen finally fell asleep, but her dreams were not as they seemed. She found herself walking down a dark hallway, with no way out. A pair of mysterious red eyes coaxed her further down the hallway, that one word echoed in her dream.
Kill…