You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: Imagine all the fun I'd have with all of our favorite multicolored spandex wearing, ass kicking, zord driving, world saving boys if I owned Power Rangers…Which won't happen for approximately two and a half weeks. (Joking…)
Challenge: Album
Timeframe: Several years after Endings.
The young fair haired child runs back to the living room, clutching the black leather bound book to her chest, her cheeks a healthy rose color from playing Lightball with her daddy not ten minutes before.
"Here it is Mommy," Kristin Tate exclaims brightly, offering the book to her mother Sydney. Sydney smiles at her little girl and hoists Kristin onto her lap.
"Why thank you, sweetie," Syd coos, wrapping a protective arm around Kristin's tiny waist. Syd holds the book out, balanced on her knees so that Kristin can see the photos clearly.
On the first page are pictures of Syd and Sky from when they are children. Sydney clutches a Lightball and grins, tucked into Sky's arms. Sky's mother towers over the two children, smiling at her own husband Wes, who was taking the picture.
"That's you and daddy, huh Mommy?" Kristin asks, twisting to look up at her mother.
"Yes, and that's Nana Jen with us."
Kristin giggles and claps her delicate hands together, hands that received Sydney's own genetic powers. Syd shudders slightly; the very last thing she would ever want was for Kristin, her baby, to be a Power Ranger. Sky says if Kristin chooses to join SPD or the new organization Time Force it's her own choice. It's in her blood, being a ranger. Syd prefers not to think about it.
"Mommy," Kristin demands, scowling now. "Show me more pictures." Syd refocuses her attention to Kristin's plea, opting to ignore the future for now.
The Tate women were about halfway thick volume when Sky wandered into the living room, carrying a tray with three steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
"There's my favorite girls," he greets, a grin coming to his face easily, much more easily than when he had still been B-Squad's blue ranger. Back then he'd been obsessed with the red morpher, desiring nothing more than to be like his father. Now, married to the woman he loved and with a child of his own, he'd become much more relaxed.
Kristin giggles again and shifts from Syd's lap to Sky's. Immediately she is captured in the cocoon of Sky's protective embrace. Nothing is more important to Sky Tate then his family, his girls as he was fond of referring to them.
Sydney smiles at her husband over their daughter's head; Kristin is such a daddy's girl.
"Ah the old photo album," Sky muses, sipping at his mug. "Lots of memories, eh Syd?"
Syd nods her head, sips her own cocoa and continues sharing their early lives with Kristin.
Sky and Syd Sky and Syd Sky and Syd
Several hours later, after dinner has been devoured (Syd had taught herself how to cook and was pretty decent at it) and Kristin had insisted on watching Beauty and the Beast for the millionth time, she is carried princess-style to her room, which Sydney had decorated all in pink.
Sky kneels by the side of Kristin's bed and watches her sleep. He doubts he could love her anymore than he already did, even if he tried. And she looks so very much like her mother…
He returns to the living room where he knows his wife is located, cozy in her pajamas and undoubtedly looking through the cherished photo album. She really does love that old book, something she, Dana and Jen had put together shortly before Kristin's birth. Syd loved pictures, always had, and the album was the ultimate testament to that.
Sky merely touches his lips to her temple before sinking down and pulling her to him. Syd closes her photo book, glances at the wedding ring Sky had lovingly slipped onto her left hand seven years ago and nestles against him. Together, they flip around in the old scrapbook that carefully documents their past, reminiscing. And nothing could possibly be so perfect as this moment.
So...yeah...horrible ending, I know...