You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: Me owning Power Rangers is as likely as Chris Violette becoming ugly. (Hint…not going to happen)
Challenge: Dependence
Timeframe: Post Endings
She needed him. She needed him now more than ever, and he was determined to be there for her every step of the way.
Eyes, so perfectly blue, searched his face for his reaction to this life changing peace of news that had been dropped into his lap all of one minute ago.
It had all happened one night twp months ago, another time when they had needed each other. It had been a rough day for B-Squad to begin with, but to come home to the base and discover how corrupt the world truly was and that Uncle Cole was dead had been too much. Sweet, good natured Uncle Cole had been on his way home and a drunk driver smashed into him. Uncle Cole had been killed instantly, a teary Aunt Alyssa had informed them in a small voice. The knowledge that another red ranger was gone, a new piece of their lives no longer existing, just like Wes was, had been too much to bear. He wrapped his arms around her tight, leaning against the wall as they both recalled fond memories of their adopted uncle. Cole Evans had been good to them, a constant fixture at the former ranger gatherings her mother, Dana, was so eager to hold. Cole always had an interesting tale of life in the jungle to tell and a present to offer, and the children had cherished him.
Then, at a lull in their recollections, she had kissed him, not sure why at the time. He kissed back, hungry for more. He was so sick of hiding his feelings, and so he pulled her closer still, needing to be assured she was really there. And then one thing had led to another. Neither had made much of what had happened, excepting for the fact that ever since that night, he'd stopped to kiss her goodnight as she headed off to her own room.
Now she'd returned from the bathroom and given the verdict of their night together. What would he do, she wanted, nay demanded, to know. Words didn't convey her questions, her eyes did that all on their own.
He still hadn't said anything, and the little clock on her bedside table showed three full minutes had passed. His mind was so full of new information and questions of his own that he barely remembered that he was still sitting next to her and she still wanted a reaction to her report.
They could do this though, couldn't they? It would be hard at first, sure, and maybe always, but they could be what the verdict required them to be.
He smiled and drew her to him. Small giggled escaped her mouth as she pulled him down to her, wanting another kiss.
"That's our baby," he whispered, staring at the barely noticeable bulge in her stomach.
"Yeah," she softly agreed as she took herself out of his lap and stretched herself out over her bead. She drapes the blanket across them both and shut her eyes, sighing contentedly.