Summary – The Evil Green Ranger is all grown up.

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Evil Is As Evil Does

Tommy

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(Oliver Residence, 3 days later…)

Waking slowly and feeling as if something has crawled into my mouth and died, I pry open an eye instantly shutting it again as horribly bright light streams into the room through the only partly closed blinds.

Who the hell left those open? Geez can't even close the blinds, lazy ass useless humans. Wait, humans. I'm human, where the hel…no, no wait no I'm not. I'm different now. I can feel it. I'm better. Stronger. Blinded by normal sunlight, give me a break.

Eyes closed and body still waking slowly I sit up, pushing away the arm which had been wrapped around me during my rest. The arm attached to the form that all too clearly smells of weakness and pain.

Turning my head to get a better whiff, I blanch at the sent. I know that smell. Weak. Pitiful. "Zedd."

Annoyance rising to new levels as I think about his ill body drapped around mine as I slept, I rub my arms in displeasure uncertain now if I wish to throw him from the bed to teach him a lesson about touching me without my permission, or just leaving him to rot as he seems to be doing if his scent is anything to go by.

Zedd. Who does he think he is. Zedd who always thought he was stronger. Zedd who always seemed determined to be in control of me. Zedd who…who gave his strength to me.

Grabbing my head and suddenly losing just a bit of my new fond anger I take a breath trying to focus.

Is that why I'm feeling this way? Is it because of the bonding? No. No it's because I've allowed myself to be overruled by this disgustingly weak creature. How could I allow him to tell me what to do? How could I bend to his wants? Bend, literally to his sexual appetite. If anyone should have been on their knees during such activities it clearly should have been him! This has nothing to do with the blood we now share; this is about position, power. I'll not forget that again. Shaking my head clear of such annoying thoughts I leave the bed, eyes opening to slits though still stung by the light.

The sooner I get out of this place the better.

"They've been out for three days Zordon. That can't be good for them. And what about Dr. O's hair, is it supposed to do that?"

Pausing as Kira's voice hits my ears with crystal clarity; I turn to look at the closed bedroom door. They're down in the kitchen all of them. Disgusting, feeble, needy humans. Sniffing the air and finding they're also drinking coffee and eating fresh donuts, I dismiss it as the unimportantness that it is. They'll learn their place soon enough, I've no interest to deal with them now though.

Moving to the dresser and looking at my new form briefly I see right away what Kira was apparently referring to concerning my hair. Spikes a bit longer and almost jagged, it's only made all the more noticeable by the now present red streaks running through the black color.

"I'm honestly not certain what that means Kira. It could just be a side effect of the bonding, or…"

Or what you pompous windbag? Why don't you all mind your own goddamn business. Think I need some sort of babysitters. Should beat them all into submission. Especially that higher then thou prick of an eltarian. Make me his little errand boy will him. Think again.

Opening the dresser and throwing aside the first few pieces of clothing I see, finding the majority too colorful or downright unappealing I in the end settle for a pair of Zedd's leather pants, a black t-shirt, and black combat boots.

Smiling as the cool leather slides over my skin, followed by the soft fabric of the well-worn shirt, I nearly finish lacing up the boots when a soft groan is heard from the bed. It's awake.

"Thomas? Pet what are you doing? Come back to bed."

Ignoring his request I grab the pair of sunglasses from atop the dresser and slide them on. "I'm going out."

"Wait what?" Sitting up quickly only to grab his head as a wave of dizziness hits, Zedd looks close to passing out, probably only awake now due to the noise I'd been making. "You can't go out, you need rest. Hell I need rest. Get back in this bed right now."

Stopping in my escape I turn slowly, purposefully back to him. He dares order me on what to do? Me who he should be serving? Me who is a forced to feared and respected? Me who is about five seconds away from crushing his vocal cords?

Keeping my voice as level as possible given the circumstances I favor him with a little advice. "You need rest because you're weak. I am not. I will go where I please and the next time you think to tell me what to do I'd advise you to think again. The only reason I've not punished you for it this time is because you are technically my mate, despite how inadequate you now are. Consider this your one warning, pet."

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Leaving the room and turning a deaf ear to Zedd's parting curses and protests for me to stop, I move downstairs easily, my bandaged hand sliding over the polished wood of the banister as my boots land heavily along the steps.

Almost to the main room, car keys spotted on the coffee table among other crap I'm once again held up by creatures below me.

Running to see what the commotion is concerning- as Zedd's ranting can still be heard -the three children, Hayley, and Zordon all stop abruptly upon seeing me up and about. Very well drink in my greatness before I leave, I suppose I can grant them that much.

After all they won't be around much longer as I've no real use for them now. Perhaps I'll keep them as servants though. Servants are always useful, or so Zedd's always told me.

"Tommy?" Voice uncertain and just a bit frightened, Hayley takes a tantive step towards me, the underlying scent of her fear making me smile despite my growing foul mood.

"Human." Retrieving my keys, I move to be on my way.

"Where are you going?" As if it's any of your concern Connor.

"Out."

"Dr. O are you okay?" Kira. Sweet, precious, always concerned Kira. Almost like the daughter I'd always wished to have. How lovely she'd look begging for her life.

"Better than." Now be wise and allow me to leave.

"Tommy-"

"Thomas."

Taking a breath and looking as if he's preparing to pounce, Zordon gives a nod of agreeance at my desire for a change in name. "Very well Thomas. I believe it would be a wise idea for you to sit down for a moment. You're still recovering from the bond and blood lose and perhaps it's impairing your judgment just a bit."

"My judgment has never been better."

"Be that as it may, I cannot allow you to lea-" Already moving towards me Zordon stops as he's interrupted by the growing increasingly annoying voice of my bed companion.

"Don't let him out of here!" Mate.

Whipping around to find Zedd has some how managed to haul his fragile, unclothed, and strikingly pale self down the majority of the stairs, I watch through narrowed eyes as he leans heavily on the banister looking as if he actually wishes to challenge me. I do hope he doesn't I'd be such a shame to have to destroy what I have a feeling could be a very good fuck. "Silence pet."

Canines bared in defense and anger, he glares feebly at me. "I am no pet, mutt. You forget who you are Thomas. You will not leave here until you remember and gain some form of control over the power you've acquired."

"And who will stop me? You?" Chuckling darkly and smelling the fear and anxiety, as well as slight lust welling up in the still present humans, I take a menacing step forward. "You are frail, pathetic, defenseless. You stand no chance against me. I hold your power now."

Turning to Zordon and adverting her eyes from Zedd, Kira looks greatly concerned. "This is going to get really bad isn't it."

"You mean Dr. O being evil and arguing with a naked Zedd isn't already really bad?" Evil? Did I say I was evil Connor? Just because I find myself increasingly annoyed with the fact that I am surrounded by incompetent, weak, useless idiots, I hardly think that makes me evil.

Ignoring the lower creatures Zedd continues to verbally battle against me, refusing to admit defeat. "No, you hold a very small portion of it, barely enough to be felt by me. You have no idea of the power I still have little boy or how effectively I can use it. Now go back to bed and sleep your ego off." Hands gripping the wood hard enough to make it splinter, it is becoming increasingly clear that despite his current state of weakness he is still on some level a threat. However it is a threat I am not intimidated by.

"I've a better idea." Reaching out with speed that makes all of them gasp I snatch Kira by the throat pulling her fragile human form to me and keeping a tight grip on her windpipe. "You stay here and out of my way as I go take care of unfinished business and perhaps out of the kindness of my heart I will let the human live. Your call Zeddic."

To be continued……

Right did I say only 1 or 2 more parts, so sorry, I did so not originally plan for Tommy to go all evil and badass. So it'll be a few more than one more part. But hey at least this is more interesting then it just being all 'oh they bonded yay happy ending'. Gag me.