Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish on, I still don't own Power Rangers.
A/N: *coughs* This is offically becoming Shane/OFC and I have no idea how I've managed that one. My original thing was to have a sibling relationship between Angel and the Bradleys...
Shane stood at the edge of the portal to the Academy, listening to the waterfall in the darkness. He breathed quietly, listening to the wind around him, before beginning to walk across the pond and through the portal and then kicked his rear in gear, because if Lothor enjoyed to pot shot during the day, who knew what he'd do at night. Reaching the door to Ninja Ops, he pulled the door open and closed it behind him. Someone needs to lock that, he thought before heading down the stairs, unsurprised at seeing the doors below wide open. He looked in to find the room dark and he frowned for a moment before realizing that it was late and they were probably sleeping. He stepped back, ready to leave.
"Is something wrong Shane?" Sensei asked as the lights came up.
Shane sighed, "I'm not really sure, Sensei. I just had a visitor."
"What sort of visitor?" Sensei asked.
Shane moved into the room, "Raven just paid me a visit in my bedroom, but she was acting strange."
"Define strange," Sensei said.
"First, she's that girl I met, Angel, I'm positive now." Shane said, sitting down with his back to the table. "Second, she seemed afraid, especially when she first got there. She said she had a message for Kanoi Watanabe."
"What is the message?" Sensei asked.
"She said that Lothor used Sheng Lei's Spell three times and she was one of them." Shane replied. "She also said that she didn't really know what was going on, or why she'd told me to tell you that, but she had to do something."
"You are sure that she said Sheng Lei's Spell?" Sensei said.
"She repeated it," Shane said, "that's what she said. What is that?"
Sensei closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, "Cam, you might as well come in."
"How did you know I was there?" Cam asked as he came out from behind the computer. "Wait, no, I know, you're the ninja master, of course."
"Indeed," Sensei said, "Now, I need you to bring me a book, Cam. From the back room. You will find it on the top shelf, and it is bound in black metal."
Cam's gaze narrowed, "Dad?"
"Go." Sensei said, "You are the only one who can."
Cam frowned and then nodded, "Yes sir."
Shane felt his eyebrows lift of his own accord, that was the first time he'd ever actually heard Cam be that respectful to his dad. "Shane," Sensei said, "If you wish to stay and hear what the spell is Raven spoke of, you may. However, it is possible that what you learn will leave you in a bad position."
Shane looked at Sensei for a long moment, and then nodded slightly, "I'd rather know," he said quietly.
"Here it is, Dad," Cam said, coming back into the room, caring a small book in his hand.
"I will need you to turn the pages Cam," Sensei said. "Shane, whatever happens, you must not touch the book. It is very dangerous."
"What are we looking for?" Cam asked.
"The Spell of Sheng Lei," Sensei said.
Cam opened the book as he sat down beside his father's platform and flipped through the pages. Shane shifted slightly, feeling uneasy. "Found it," Cam said, and held it up for his father.
Sensei stared at the page for a long moment and nodded. "Thank you Cam, please return it."
Cam stood and hurried off. "Well?" Shane asked.
Sensei took a deep breath, "This spell is a control spell. There are four types of control spells in the Dark Ninja repertoire. The most basic fills the subject with a desire to do as the castor wishes despite how he or she truly feels on the subject. It is easy to defeat such a spell if one has a strong enough will, but if the castor is asking the subject to do something that the subject doesn't mind or wants to do, then it is easier for the spell to take hold. The second kind suppresses the original personality, creating a new personality more pleasing to the capture. The original personality can be freed of the spell and will feel as if what happened was a dream. The third type destroys the original personality and leaves only the spell created personality. The fourth is the worst sort, and The Spell of Sheng Lei is of this type."
"Ok," Shane said, shifting his seat slightly.
"This type of control spell suppresses the original personality, but leaves it personality aware of what is going on." Sensei said, "the spell created personality can only be laid while the original is unconscious or otherwise unaware such as under the influence of a mind altering substance."
"All right, so was that Raven who came to my room, or the original?" Shane asked after a long moment.
"Most likely, it was the original." Sensei said, and Shane swallowed to hold down the rising nausea. "Especially considering that she was confused about everything that was going on." His nose twitched briefly, "It is possible if the person in question has trained psychic abilities. When the spell personality is 'asleep', the original has a chance to control their body if they are careful."
Shane nodded slightly, "I wonder who she was before Lothor got his hands on her." He murmured, "The first time I met her, she talked about her father."
Sensei sighed, "That is a question only she can answer."
Shane bowed his head and stood, "I should go," he said.
"Shane," Sensei said, "be careful. If Lothor has used this spell three times, then there are two others we must look out for."
Shane bowed deeply, "Yes, Sensei," he murmured. He let himself out of Ninja Ops, but instead of going through the portal and back home, he headed to the cliffs where the wind blew freely. Standing up there in the darkness, with the wind tugging at his clothes and the noise of the ocean blocking out everything else was the closest he'd ever come to truly being one with his element. He closed his eyes against the moonlight and wondered about the girl he'd met. Pretty, holding back because of her accent and difficulty with English but still outgoing. Then his eyes open, because Angel had that odd French accent, but Raven did not. If anything, Raven sounded like his old English teacher. He smiled, that had been Angel in his window earlier, if he could trust the accent.