TOMMY
I've changed into sleep clothes and gotten into bed. I'd considered blocking the door with the dresser, but Jason assured me that they are all friends now and no longer truly evil. Still, I'm really not comfortable. I mean, really, how do I know that any of it is true and they didn't fool Jason somehow? He's pretty perceptive, but he could be wrong.
I toss and turn and why does this bed feel so damn big? It's really not much bigger than my bed at home. And why do my thoughts keep returning to Zedd? No, wait. Lord Zedd. Evil Lord Zedd - except not so evil any more. Okay so slightly evil by his own admission. Not to mention kind of a whine ass. Honestly I'd think having a tantrum would be sort of on the not to do list for a lord, evil or not.
I sigh heavily, recalling how it was sort of my fault he'd had said tantrum to begin with though. I suppose I could have been nicer to him given how upset he seemed to be. What the hell am I supposed to do though? He says that we're mates and that we've - done that - but I don't understand how. I mean, I understand how but I don't understand how. I've never been interested in guys like that. But he did say that I've said he's the exception to the rule, but why him?
I guess he's attractive. It's certainly a far cry from the whole skinless look he had back in the day. I can't help but wonder which is the real look. If it's the one he now has, then why the façade back then? I feel a little bad that I apparently hurt his feelings but come on now he's Lord Zedd damn it, who would have ever thought that refusing to sleep in the same bed as him would send him off like a heartbroken five year old. Besides, what if this is some trick. How am I supposed to know?
I really need to get some sleep, but I still can't get comfortable. I shift every possible way and nothing's working. I reach down to adjust myself and I'm absolutely stunned to find that I'm aroused. What the hell? What's he done to me?
Cursing, I get up and redress knowing that sleep just isn't going to happen at the moment. Once dressed, I leave the room and head for the lab that they said was mine. I throw the door open and look around again. I cross the room and snatch up the notes. Reading them through, I realize that the work is based on the work I'm doing for my doctorate. What was I trying to do?
I sit down at the desk and read through the files of work. Zedd said that my research was misused by someone else. My eyes lock on a name and I know who it was. If I can't trust Anton, who's funding my current (?) dig, then how can I trust these three?
Pushing that aside for now, I continue digging through the information. As I do, I remember Zedd saying that Mesogog was the current evil on Earth. So what did Anton do to my work that created the new problem? Abruptly, I realize that he somehow used my research on himself. So what I've been working on must be a way to reverse the process and wipe out any minions he has as well.
I find a file that's nothing but formulas. As I look them over, I realize that my Swiss cheese memory must still be a problem somehow because some of these numbers are way off. Studying one in particular, I realize that if I tried that, it would - explode. My eyes stray to a spot I'd noticed earlier. Obvious smoke marks going up the wall and across the ceiling… And I'm guessing that would be the incident that Zedd referred to earlier that led to my present memory loss. Well point for them for at least being honest about one thing I suppose.
Sighing heavily, I get to work making changes to the equations so that I don't blow myself up the next time. There are so many small errors, I'm actually amazed that I'm not dead right now.
It takes quite a while, but I finally get the new work finished. Unsure when I'll get my memory back, I decide to clean the lab and start working on it. After all, if it doesn't come back soon, the Rangers are still going to have a problem that needs to be solved and who knows how clingy Zedd is going to be once he wakes up. No, might as well start working while I have a chance. I'm going to have to make one of the creatures in question for a test subject. At least they aren't sentient. Rolling up my sleeves, I get to work.
