Disclaimer:

I would just like to say that, unfortunately, I do no own the Power Rangers brand or anything under that title, nor do I own any of the original characters or places. However, I do own the non-original characters and concepts so no stealing! and now onto the story, which I would just like to point out, id my first Power Rangers story, so I apologise now if it is rubbish.

Apart from that, just hope you enjoy it and please review :)

P.S. The chapters are most likely to be short to start off with as its to set the pace and its changing scen a lot.

Power Rangers SPD:

The rising of the Raksends Alliance

Sometimes people call me Geanie… "Geanie! You're under arrest for gross public endangerment and criminal damage!"

"Like I care." More flashes of light were fired at them and the rangers had to dodge out of the way.

"Bridge, help me." A familiar voice called to him, yet it sounded distant.

"This is for you, blue ranger." Geanie smirked evilly as she fired a massive flash of light at Bridge,

"BRIDGE!"

Bridge woke up with a start. The covers of his bed were wrapped around him tightly in a hap-hazard manner and he was about to fall off his bed.

"Bridge?" Sky asked as he turned on the light, looking slightly groggy.

"Yeah?"

"Why- Never mind." And with that, Sky went back to sleep. However, Bridge was now too awake to go back to sleep and so, once he had untangled himself from the bed sheets, made his way back to the common room.

There was only one fix for a nightmare – Toast. Lovely, buttery, toast. So after a few minutes, Bridge was sitting in the common room on his own, eating toast at three in the morning… Well I suppose there are weirder things that could be happening.

As he sat there, munching on his toast happily, he closed his eyes for a brief moment. And, in that brief moment, he heard that familiar voice again.

"Bridge."

"What?" Bridge asked, forgetting he was in a completely empty room.

"Bridge, please… Help me…"

"Who are you?"

"Bridge… Bridge, please… Help me..," Bridge's mind then seemed to click. As he closed his eye he revisited part of a set of painful memories for him.

"Hi, my name's Bridge."

"Hi, I'm Janie, Janie Winters, but sometimes people call me Geanie."

"Janie." Bridge said aloud as he opened his eyes, clicking his fingers as he did so. The familiar thing about that girl had been her name… Wait? Could it be?

"Help me Bridge… Please… Help me…"

It couldn't be could it? No… No it couldn't… Why? Because Janie died a year ago.