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Bridge hated seeing the academy therapist. It was mandatory for him to go every week since he had gone through such an ordeal. He understood protocol, but he never liked sitting in that office talking to Dr. Thomas.

"You seem nervous today."

Bridge shook his head, thankful she could not see his eyes under the sunglasses. "Just frustrated I guess, and bored. I just want to be okay so I can get back to normal, but it's taking too long…and I know what you are going to say, that these things take time. I know, that is what everyone keeps saying, but I'm getting sick of it."

"It's okay to feel frustrated, but that does not mean you should push yourself too hard either. Your physical therapy is going well, and Dr. Yun said you are showing improvements every session."

"Yeah, I guess so. Jack has been helping me train too, nothing extraneous, but it's been helping."

"See, it's the little things that all add up in the end, don't you think?"

Bridge sighed a little. "Yeah, I suppose it is."

Seeing her never made Bridge feel better. Talking about what happened and what he was feeling made no difference. He was still in pain, he was still tired, he was still frustrated, and he still remembered everything that happened to him. If anything, talking to Dr. Thomas reminded him that something terrible did happen to him and at the rate he was going, he was not sure if could ever move on.

"Still thinking of me?"

Bridge groaned as he heard the voice of Edward in his mind. He could not seem to block him out. He knew it was not really him, but having all of Edward's past thoughts and memories in his head did not make them any less real to Bridge.

"I think you're glad I'm in here Green, that's why you haven't told anyone."

"Just shut up and go away." Bridge thought back at the voic,e and all he got in return was a laugh.

He needed to get the voice out of his head, and he needed to do it fast. It was not much longer after Bridge's therapy session that Jack caught up to him and asked if he wanted to train. Bridge nodded and followed Jack to the training room.

They started with blocking again, but Jack could tell Bridge was getting bored with that.

"Come at me."

Bridge hesitated a moment before coming at Jack full force. Jack was a little taken back at first, but began to block the blows. Bridge had learned that if he fought more with his arms and upper legs, the contact did not hurt as bad. All he could think about was the voice in his head, sitting there growing and pushing its way deeper. Bridge did not even notice he was starting to corner Jack towards the wall. He did not think when he flipped and kicked Jack to the ground. Only when Jack was on the ground and Bridge tried to hit him again, did he notice what he was doing. His arm went through the Red Ranger, and Jack rolled away. Bridge was out of breath, but straightened up and stared at Jack.

"I-I'm sorry."

Jack got up with a worried look. "No, it's alright. Actually that was good, Bridge. How'd that feel?"

The Green Ranger was not sure if he meant mentally or physically, so he went with the easier answer. "Hitting above my wrists and ankles is helping; doesn't shoot any pain up my limbs."

"You're really getting there Bridge, you'll be back in no time."

Bridge smiled a little. After Jack left the room, Bridge got some water and sat down. He wanted to hurt his friend when they were fighting. He wanted the control and power of the situation, and that terrified him. He decided to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat, eating always made him feel better. He got a sandwich and sat down at one of the tables. Bridge was deep in concentration when Sky sat down.

When Bridge said nothing, Sky could tell something was off.

"You okay Bridge?"

Bridge snapped out of his thoughts. "What? Oh, yeah…well no, yes, actually I don't know."

"What's going on?" Sky was trying to figure him out.

Bridge sighed. "I was training with Jack earlier and I don't know, I got a little rough. I guess I feel bad about it."

"Bridge you have every right to lose your wits a little. You've been so stressed out with everything. You don't have to hold back every time you start to train, getting your anger out is probably a good thing. I know it helps me work through everything."

Bridge looked at his food.

"Unless there's more?" Sky felt like he was not getting to the Green Ranger.

"Go on Bridge, tell him about the power you craved. Tell him about me."

He looked back up at Sky. "I guess that's it. I'm just worried I'll never be ready to get back out there."

"You will be, Bridge. Just keep at it." Sky smiled.

"Good boy."

Bridge knew Sky would be going to weapons training after he ate, so he decided to go back to their room to try and meditate again. He had to make sure no one could walk in on him like before incase he had another nosebleed, or worse. Once back to his room, Bridge put his sunglasses on his desk and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his own mind. He needed to find his thoughts, his feelings, not those of everyone else. As he was blocking everyone else out, Bridge could feel something else creeping in. It was Edward's thoughts, his mind, his feelings. Before he could push him out the thoughts spoke to him.

"I can help you if you just let me in."

"No, I need you to get out of my mind." Bridge attempted to push the thoughts away.

"Don't you want to fight again? Not feel the pain I caused?"

That made Bridge stop.

"Just let me stay here, let me help you push past your pain so you can fight again. Isn't that all you want?"

"You aren't even real, you're just my subconscious. What was left of his thoughts, how could you possibly help me?"

The voice in his head laughed. "You don't think I'm real, but you are talking to me like I am? Real or not, you need me. That's why you haven't said anything about me. You know they will kick you off the squad if they find out. Try to lock you up for hearing voices."

Bridge worried about that every day. "What do you want from me?"

The voice was silent but Bridge could almost hear the smile. This felt like before when he was strung up, unable to see. All he could do was rely on what Edward said. Bridge took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He knew the voice was not really Edward, he knew that it was only what was left over from when he invaded his mind. Knowing that, though, did not make it feel any less real. Bridge decided he needed to work through this on his own, if all the thoughts were just his own, then he really had nothing be afraid of. Edward had no power over him, he was dead. No, Bridge would be fine, he had to be, there was no way he was going to let that monster hurt him anymore.

The next day Bridge was at physical therapy, and seemed to be improving. The exercises Dr. Yun made him do felt easier, and he felt stronger that he had in a while.

"You are really beginning to regain the function of your hands and feet. I presume the extra training has been helping."

Bridge nodded. "Yeah, I guess it has."

"How's your pain?"

Bridge clenched his fists together. "Okay, hurts a little, but not as sore as usual after all this."

"That's really good Bridge. Keep doing what you are doing and I can see you back out on the field very soon."

"Really?" Bridge smiled a little.

"As long as you ready."

Bridge nodded. "Yeah, I am. I'm so bored of sitting around here all day doing minor lab and tech stuff."

Later that day, Bridge was in the Command Center helping Kat while the Rangers were out on a mission. Gruumm has sent a monster to attack the city, and they were fighting it with everything they had. Bridge was watching from the computer, not liking how the fight was going. The monster was strong and he was sending more and more Krybots to attack them. Bridge tapped his fingers on the computer not sure how much more he could watch. He looked at Crueger and Kat who seemed calm, so he held his tongue. He began to feel more at ease when the rangers began to get the upper hand, but then the monster jumped in a giant robot.

"Sending Delta Runners." Kat sent the runners to the Rangers.

Bridge knew without him they could not form the Megazord, but he hoped they would be able to defeat the robot without it. At first the Rangers were holding their own, but soon the robot was becoming too much for them. Bridge turned to Commander Crueger.

"Sir, they need help."

"They can handle themselves, Cadet."

"With all due respect sir, they are getting crushed out there. They need the Megazord."

"You are not on active duty, Cadet."

Bridge gave him a desperate look. "But I could be, sir. All you have to do is give the consent to have me as an active Ranger again. Please, sir."

Crueger thought for a moment. "Are you ready to go back out there?"

"Yes, yes I am."

A small sigh escaped the Commander. "I want it to be clear that this will be a trial run, and any sign of your inability to do the job will result in reevaluation of your status."

A slight smile crossed Bridge's face. "Understood sir, thank you." He pulled out his morpher. "S.P.D. Emergency!"

He morphed, and jumped in his runner to join the other rangers. Right before he arrived to the scene the robot got a shot in, hitting Jack's runner. Bridge rode up and shot the monster with his laser.

"Need some help?"

"Bridge!" The Rangers were happy to see their fellow teammate return.

"Let's do this!"

The team formed the Megazord and began to fight he monster with everything they had. He was so taken back by their sudden turn around, he attempted to flee from the robot and escape the Rangers. The team jumped out of their Zord and chased him on foot.

"Freeze!" Jack held out his laser as the others surrounded the criminal. He held out his morpher and found the monster guilty for his crimes against Earth.

After the monster was carded, the Rangers turned to Bridge and Jack spoke.

"Bridge, it's great to see you back on the field!"

"Feels good to be back." Bridge was happy that the Zord battle went so quickly and well. He just hoped everything would stay that way and Crueger would not pull him back off of duty.

Bridge waited for the thoughts in his mind to overpower him again and reveal the voice of the man he hated, but none came. He hoped all the stress from his recovery was what caused him to manifest the voice, maybe now that things were beginning to go back to normal he would not hear it again. Although Bridge would have loved to believe that, something inside of him told him he was wrong.

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