Title: Power Rangers Legacy
Author: Ninjett1
Author's Note: I do not own the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban. However, I do have some of my own characters incorporated into this story. These characters include: Tammie, Damon, Carl, Evan, Alexander, and Lord Silas.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sixteen years after the downfall of the notorious Lord Silas, some of the Rangers return to Angel Grove. They are all surprised to hear that there had not been any monster attacks or any Power Ranger sighting for the last sixteen years.
Suddenly, an asteroid lands in Angel Grove. Inside the asteroid, scientists find a message that foretells the return of the evil forces and states that the destined ones will soon return to protect them. The ex Rangers realize that they are being called into action again. However, they soon discover that they were not the destined ones the message was referring to…
Who are the new Rangers?
"Dad, I'm going now!" cried the sixteen year old as she grabbed her gym bag and stepped outside. Her dad followed her, his own gym bag in his hand.
"Okay, I'll be home around seven and I expect you to be there. I don't want you staying out too late," Tommy said, his overprotective nature kicking in.
"Since when has seven o'clock been late?" Tammie cried back, walking down the driveway.
"Ah, teenagers," Tommy sighed getting into his car. He backed out of the driveway and drove slowly beside Tammie.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" he asked his daughter for the tenth time.
"Yes, I'm sure. The Juice Bar is just a few blocks away."
"Okay, but-"
"Dad, you're going to be late for your first class," Tammie pointed out. Tommy nodded his head and waved goodbye. "Good luck!"
It was a Saturday afternoon and after spending the morning unpacking the rest of her belongings, Tammie decided to hit the Juice Bar/Gym to practice her gymnastics. Tommy was disappointed that she didn't want to watch him teach his first class.
"You always liked watching me teach karate," he said.
"Yeah, when I was like ten. Dad, need I remind you for the millionth time that I am sixteen now and our interests just aren't the same anymore."
Tammie could tell that her dad was slightly hurt, but it was the truth. After discovering a tape of one of her mom's gymnastic competitions, Tammie began to take interest in her mom's hobbies.
"It's the only thing that makes me feel that I'm part of her," she explained to her dad one time.
"You really are growing up," her dad replied. "It seemed like it was only yesterday when you needed your dad around-"
"Daddy, I still need you. But…just not as much…"
Tammie cursed herself for being so harsh on her dad. "I'm all he's got and he's all I got," she reminded herself. "You need to start being nicer."
She quickly shook off her thoughts once she entered the gym. Tammie noticed that she never really got angry with her dad. Well, there were times when she did, but she seemed to always brush them aside. She remembered the time when she kept asking her dad about her mom's death. He told her that her mom was in a car accident and insisted that was all that she needed to know.
"There has to be more to it than that."
"It was a car accident. There isn't any more to it," Tommy said, his voice growing louder.
"Was it a drunk driver who hit her? Did they ever find out who crashed into her?"
"Tammie Ann Oliver! How many times do I have to tell you? Your mother was in a car accident and that is all that you need to know!" he yelled.
Tammie stood, shocked at her father's outburst. Soon, she felt tears come to her eyes as she snapped inside.
"Why are you yelling then? It seems like you're hiding something from me. Why can't you tell me? I just want to know what happened to mom. I want to know why she isn't here with me. Why did she leave me? Why did she abandon me?" Those were the words that she wanted to say. Instead, Tammie quickly pushed her anger aside and apologized to her dad.
"I'm sorry, too sweetie," Tommy said, bringing her into his arms for a hug.
"You were being such a brat," Tammie told herself, as she set her gym bag near the balance beam. "Daddy was probably devastated when mom died and you only opened up old wounds when you brought her up."
She began her stretches, her mind still deep in thought. She was so busy thinking criticizing her own behavior that she didn't notice Damon and Carl sparring at the other side of the room.
"Well, if it isn't your lucky day," Carl said, pausing as he spotted Tammie. Damon's fist came in contact with Carl's chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Shit! Carl, I'm sorry man! I didn't know you stopped," Damon said, helping his friend.
"It's alright," Carl gasped. "I think we need a break anyway." The two guys walked over to the bench where their bags were set. "Tammie's here."
Damon looked around and saw Tammie across the room. She was on the ground stretching out her legs. He watched as she stretched out her right leg and reached over with her hands.
"She's looking cute today huh?" teased Carl.
Damon didn't respond, but he agreed. Tammie was wearing a pink tank top over a black unitard. She had put up her long, dark hair into a messy bun which allowed for her light brown eyes to shine more brightly. She was beautiful. But Tammie's face showed that she was in deep thought.
"It looks like something's wrong," Damon thought. He was debating whether or not to approach her and ask if she was alright. He quickly decided to do it later when he saw Tammie jump on the beam.
"Ready for round two?" asked Carl, feeling that he had enough rest.
"Not yet, later." Carl nodded, knowing that his best friend wanted to watch Tammie.
Tammie began to walk from end of the beam to the other. She then spun on one foot and did two cartwheels. She made a leap, her legs forming a straight line, and landed on one foot. She spun a full circle. She did a series of back flips, landing them all perfectly. She took a deep breath, took a few quick steps and launched herself in the air, twisting her body around and landing on both of her feet.
"Damn!" exclaimed Carl. "She's good!"
Tammie performed a back somersault off the beam and land on the mat. Two people began to clap their hands. Tammie turned around to see Adam and a African American woman applauding her.
"That was amazing Tammie!" Adam said.
"You were so graceful," the woman said.
"Thank you," Tammie replied, smiling modestly.
"And I see that you have her eyes and smile as well."
"Tammie, this is Aisha, an old friend of your mother's."
"Nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Tammie."
The two ladies shook hands. Adam excused himself to get back to work. Aisha invited Tammie to her table. The two began to talk about girl things. Aisha felt as if she was talking to Kim again, and Tammie was finally grateful to have a woman to talk to.
"Well, I better get going," Aisha said, forty-five minutes later. "I have to be at the dojo to help sort things out with the papers."
She leaned in and gave Tammie a hug. "Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything or if you need to talk."
Tammie thanked her and watched her leave.
"Hey, Tammie," Damon said, seeing that his chance to talk to her had arrived.
"Hey, Damon. I didn't know you were here."
"Yeah, I've been sparring with Carl. You seemed so concentrated on your gymnastics that I didn't want to bother you," he said.
"Oh," she laughed. "I get like that sometimes. It get into the whole zone thing…"
Damon gave a small smile and nodded. Then he cleared his throat.
"Tammie…uh…I don't mean to pry or anything but I just wanted to know if everything is all right with you."
Tammie gave Damon a confused look. "Yeah…everything's fine."
"Okay, it's just that, while you were stretching, you seemed troubled or something."
Tammie blushed, not knowing that Damon had been watching her that long.
"Oh…it's nothing…just thinking about things…"
Damon waited, expecting her to elaborate. But when she didn't he nodded his head and smiled at her again.
"Well, I better get back to Carl. He wants to spar some more."
Tammie gave him a smile and watched him walk back to Carl. It was her turn to watch him show off his skills.
Three weeks earlier...
It was the first day of school. Tammie was in her room, looking at her outfit for the hundredth time. She wasn't usually such a girlie girl. She usually wore clothes she felt comfortable in. But after meeting Aisha, the two girls spent their weekends going shopping, another one of her mom's favorite hobbies. She smiled as she smoothed out her denim skirt. Aisha had been over the night before helping her choose a perfect first day of school outfit. They had decided that Tammie would weara light denim skirt and a white halter with pink flowers for designs. Tammie, who wasn't used to showing too much skin, threw her matching denim jacket on. She slipped on her white sandals and smoothed her hair down.
"Tammie!" Tommy called for the third time. "I want you to eat your breakfast before you go to school!"
"Okay, I'm coming!" she yelled back as she grabbed her backpack. She made her way down the stairs. She heard voices in the kitchen. They belonged to Aisha, Rocky, and Jason. "Why are they here?"
"There she is!" squealed Aisha, getting up and pulling Tammie. "What do you think of the outfit I chose?"
Tommy turned around and sputtered out his coffee. "Wha-you are not going to school in that!"
"And why not?" asked Aisha, before Tammie could.
"I-isn't there a dress code?" asked Tommy. "Those are too short."
"Well, I don't know bro," Jason said. "I remembered seeing Kim and Trini wear shorter things than that."
Tommy glared at Jason.
"Come on, Tommy. You didn't mind when your girlfriend wore skirts in high school," Rocky pointed out.
"Yeah, but she's my daughter and as her dad-"
"I'm sure Kim would've chose that outfit for Tammie to wear too," Aisha said quietly.
Tommy looked at the faces of his old friends and then at Tammie. He sighed and shook his head. "Okay, but after today, I think Tammie can choose her own outfit."
Aisha smiled at Tammie. Then the doorbell rang. Jason got up to answer it. "It's for you," he said to Tammie. "It's your ride."
Tammie picked up her back pack.
"Okay, I gotta go now." She hurried over to her dad and gave him a peck on the cheeks. "I'll see you later dad."
"Bye, sweetie. Good luck!"
"Bye!" the other three shouted in unison. As soon as they heard the door close, Aisha ran up the stairs. The three guy looked at each other, then decided to see what she was up to. They found her in Tammie's room looking out the window.
"Are you spying on my daughter?"
"Shh!" She motioned them over.
The four watched as Tammie made her way towards Damon, who was leaning against his car. As soon as he saw Tammie, he quickly stood up.
"Wow," he said in a low voice. Then he cleared his throat. "You look great!"
"Thanks," Tammie said, blushing. "You look good too."
Damon was wearing a pair oflightdenim jeans and ared and white polo over a white T-shirt. He had taken longer in choosing his outfit, knowing that he was supposed to pick up Tammie. He wanted to impress her and he smiled, knowing that he did.
Damon walked with Tammie to the passenger's side and opened the door for her. He had taken longer deciding what to wear. He wanted to impress Tammie.
"Aw, what a gentleman," Aisha gushed.
Tommy felt a smile form on his lips. The two teenagers somehow reminded the White Ranger of himself and Kimberly.
"Hey lovebirds!" Carl exclaimed as Damon and Tammie made their way towards him. Damon glared at Carl while Tammie looked around, blushing. "So, you two ready for school?"
Damon only grumbled.
"Ah, whatta grouch! How about you Tammie? You excited? Nervous?"
Tammie looked around. "Eh...kinda, sorta. I don't know what to expect, but I'm excited."
"That's the spirit!" Carl said. Damon couldn't help but laugh at his best friend's high spirits.
"Well, well," Chris said, as he approached the three."If it isn't dumb and dumber. Why do you really hang with these losers?"
Tammie rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe because they weren't stupid enough to volunteer themselves to get their ass kicked?"
Carl and Damon tried to stifle their laughs.
"Well, if you think that asshole isgonna stop me," Chris began in a low voice. He tilted Tammie's face up so he could look her in the eye. "Then you're wrong. I always get what I want."
Tammie raised her hand to slap him, but this time he blocked it and held onto her wrist.
"Let her go," Damon said, stepping in between Chris and Tammie. He pried Chris' hand off Tammie's wrist.
"Lay off Damon! This is between me and cutie here. Not you. Our business, not yours."
Damon glared at Chris. "Well, keep harassing her, and I'll make sure to make it my business too." The two boys held their vicious gaze for several seconds. Finally, Chris gave in. He sent another glare and pushed past Damon.
Carl stuck out his tongue at Chris, then turned to Tammie. "See...I told you he wouldn't leave you alone."
Tammie gave out a sigh. "This is gonna be a long year."
"Don't worry about it," Damon said, snapping out of his angry state. He looked at her and gave a smile. "We'll be here." "I'll be here," he thought.
Tammie smiled back up at Damon.
"Uh...sorry to break up this moment here, but we should probably get our schedules before it's too late."
The three headed to the auditorium to get their schedules. After getting and comparing their schedules, the warning bell rang.
"Well, I'll see you two lovebirds later," Carl said winking. "I have the second floor."
"Okay," Tammie said, getting used to Carl's teasing.
"I'll see you in english, Tammie and I'll see you in math, man." Carl turned and bounded up the stairs two at a time.
"So, what room is your first class?" asked Damon.
"Um...Room...201."
"201? Well, I got 205. I guess I will be your escort this morning," Damon joked, beginning to feel relaxed around Tammie. He held out his arm, which Tammie accepted. The two friends walked down the hall with their arms linked together.
Tammie's first day of school was great. She met new people and she liked her teachers. "Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad idea after all."
A/N: How was this chapter? I know not much happened in this chapter, but I'm planning to make Chapter Four more action packed. (: Thank you for all that have reviewed.