Cutting My Wings in a Sense

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Joel tells why he didn't want be a ranger and what really changed his mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

((Joel's POV))

Some military men and a woman drag me to some underworld zoo with three other people. The girl was kind of cute but that isn't the point. I have never been so confused in my life. They toss us into some room with a military general. The general starting talking about duty to the city and being wanted me to be a power ranger. They aren't serious. Me as a power ranger? Did the world go insane and I forgot to get the memo? Wait a minute, they are serious! At least, I didn't laugh in their face. Of course, I am in shock and they are military. So, they could kick my butt. I sort of value my butt. It makes flying a lot more comfortable. Why would I want be a power ranger? It isn't about fame. I am already famous. Of course, more fans cannot really hurt. Lets not forget the saving the world. I am sure that appealing for some people. But I am no kick butt ninja.

I am a flier.

The sky is my home and escape. The wind blows into my face. The only thing between me and the ground is a piece of metal. I really don't understand the appeal of the newer models. Sure, they are fast and can do amazing things. I don't care what those other pilots say. The stunts planes are the way to go. I can feel every twist and turn. The gravity is pulling my body up, down, and side to side. The only thing keep in my seat is a seat belt. Some people would cause me crazy. For me, it is a drug. It is a constant high that I get every time I get into a plane.

Maybe, that is why I want to say no. Being a power ranger would cut my wings. They would force me into some suit and wrap me into some piece of metal. The only I could feel is the sounds of engines and the blasts of weapons. I wouldn't able to feel the wind and the gravity of a plane. That thought made my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. I couldn't live like that.

That is why I am going to say no until the General man show me pictures of demons and our fair city. If I didn't join, my skies will be gone. It would be crawling with demons. The skyscrapers I fly pass everyday will be ruins. The people I amaze with my tricks and flying will be corpses. The sky that I call home will be gone. It would belong to them. I hate this. I will lose this either way. If I refuse, I will be branded a coward and if the demons win, the skies will no longer belong to me. I will be force to the ground forever. If I say yes, I will force into a crazy suit and a piece of metal. I will force down to the ground for a time. The only comfort is that my skies will be safe from the demons.

Ahh…crap, they are giving me those looks. You know the looks that scream guilt trip.

I really don't have much of a choice. I nod my head to the others. They have me a morpher and send me on my way to fight the uglies.

This is only temporary.

I will be a power ranger now for the sake of the sky. General man may have cut my wings. I will be back. I will fly again.

That a promise I will keep.

The End

A/N: This story was fun. I really didn't watch many episodes of Lightspeed. I love Joel. He is funny and amusing. I could always tell there was something more to him. Beside, they aren't very many Joel stories. So, read and review if you wish.