"Eric, anyone could walk in."
"The door's locked, babe."
"Eric."
"Just trust me, Tay."
Eric had Taylor pinned against the wall of his office. They had been dating for the past three months, ever since their teams had defeated the Mut-Orgs together.
He placed on hand on her hip and tangled the other in her long blonde hair as he kissed her again.
His lips on hers caused all logical reasoning in her brain to shut down. The yellow ranger wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and kissed him back.
As Eric moved his lips to her neck, Taylor gasped when an almost foreign memory flooded her mind.
They were in the stable. It was the only place where they could be alone anymore.
"Jeremiah," she moaned as the young man kissed her neck. "Someone might come in."
He pulled away and looked her in the eye with that mischievous smirk he held only for her. He then asked in his gorgeous accent: "Don't you trust me, Tara?"
"Tay?" Eric's question snapped her back into the present. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she shook her head to clear her mind. "I'm fine."
"Why do you suddenly have a Scottish accent?"
"Huh?" Taylor cleared her throat. "What?"
"You had an accent for a second. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Eric," she whispered, looking him in the eye.
He nodded curtly and went back to kissing her.
Not too long after, they were wrapped up in a blanket as she curled up on his lap with her head on his shoulder, and he sat at his desk, holding her.
The blonde closed her eyes and thought back to what had happened. How and why did she suddenly gain a Scottish accent? Who were Tara and Jeremiah? She had caught a glimpse of Tara in a mirror. Why did they look exactly like herself and Eric? Was it Tara's memory? If so, how had she seen it? Why had Eric seemed so familiar when they first met?
Too many questions. Nowhere to go for answers.
~*~
"Danny!" Kendall smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you needed any help," the black ranger gave a shy smile back to his crush.
"You're not busy?" she lowered her voice. "Saving the world?"
The iron bison gave a small chuckle. "Not at the moment, no."
"Come with me," the dark-haired girl led him to the greenhouse within the small flower shop. "There are some flowers that won't bloom for some reason, and you were always so good at getting them to. Like magic."
The young woman kneeled beside the tall warrior.
"How do you get the flowers to bloom so quickly, Hananiah?" she asked.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he questioned timidly.
"Of course. I promise I won't tell."
"Serena," he took her hands in his. "I'm a faerie."
Danny and Kendall stared at each other.
"Did you see that, too?" he asked.
The girl nodded. "Hananiah telling Serena that he's a faerie?"
"Why did they look like," Danny trailed off.
"Us?"
~*~
Max stared out at the ocean. He felt drawn there for some reason. Taking off his shoes, he stepped into the cool water.
A small boy ran into the water without his mother seeing.
Suddenly, his screams rang through the air.
"Help!"
Before he knew it, he was on the beach again, surrounded by his family.
It had been the first time he escaped death by the sea.
"What was that?" Max asked himself. Where had the memory come from? It wasn't one of his own. Was it?
A voice came from out of nowhere.
Max looked around, but couldn't find the source of the entrancing singing.
He was on a boat. No. It was a ship. There was a beautiful soprano treble coming from somewhere in the sea.
"My heart is pierced by Cupid.
I distain all glittering gold.
Nothing can console me,
But my jolly sailor bold."
"It's the same song," the young ranger whispered.
He looked around again and saw a young woman walking towards him, but looking out at the sea.
She had long curly black hair that was blowing back in the wind and was wearing no shoes and what looked like a blue and white bikini under a sheer pale blue dress and had a lot seashell jewelry on.
She looked so familiar. Why?
One name came to mind.
"Maria?"
~*~
"Hey, Taylor," Alyssa greeted cheerfully from the small kitchen setup as the older ranger walked into the temple.
"Hey," Taylor sat down at the head of the picnic table and picked up the newspaper she'd been reading that morning.
"How's Eric?"
"Fine."
"Just fine?" the college student teased.
"Alyssa!"
The brunette laughed.
"How was class?" asked the pilot, clearly trying to steer the subject away from her love life.
"It was good. We're talking about legends and myths and fairytales and some of the similarities between them as well as stories in history."
"Hm. Like what?"
"How much do you know about the legend of King Arthur?"
"The basics. He was married to Guinevere, who cheated on him with Sir Lancelot. Merlin was in there somewhere. Oh! And Morgan le Fay was originally a healer, but the turned her into a villain because apparently all strong females are evil."
Alyssa ignored the sarcasm dripping from her friend's voice. "We were talking about the similarities between King Arthur and the Yellow Warrior of Animaria."
Princess Shayla took that moment to appear in a mass of sparkles, which never ceased to amaze Alyssa.
"The similarities between King Arthur and Tara?" the Animarian princess asked.
"Tara?" Taylor questioned, an unreadable expression on her face.
"The Yellow Warrior of Animaria," Princess Shayla nodded. "Her name was Tara. Jacob was Red, Tara was Yellow, Merrick was Silver, Hananiah was Black, William was Blue, and Alysondra was White."
There was a young woman with flowing golden blonde hair and piercing blue eyes looking uncomfortable in her pale yellow dress.
Alyssa felt herself walk up to the woman who she instantly recognized as looking exactly like Taylor, but with longer, curly hair.
"Hi," the white ranger heard herself say. "I'm Alysondra, but everyone here calls me Aly. You must be the one Princess Shayla was telling me about. The one William and Jeremiah brought?"
She watched as the Taylor-look-alike nodded. "I'm Tara," she said with a Scottish sounding accent.
"Alyssa? Taylor?" Princess Shayla asked. "Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine, Princess," Taylor replied, shooting Alyssa a look.
The petite woman nodded, knowing she and the blonde would be having a talk later.
~*~
"That's the third time this week, Eric!" Wes yelled, earning a shrug from his taller partner. "I don't want to keep walking in on you and your girlfriend like that!"
"Then don't barge into my office," Eric countered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Especially when the door's locked. You're lucky Taylor was asleep when you came in.
"And it's not like we were naked!"
"What was I supposed to think?" Wes screeched. "You two were covered in a blanket, and most of your clothes were on the floor!"
"Her vest and shirt and my uniform jacket were on the floor," he corrected. "She wears a tank top, and you saw my t-shirt."
"I don't care what you do with Taylor in your free time. In fact, I'm happy for you! I'm glad you have a girlfriend. Just stop sleeping with her on the job!"
"First of all, I wasn't sleeping with her. Second, stop barging into my office!"
"You know," Wes ignored him. "One of these days, you're going to get her pregnant. Let's just hope it not while she's an active ranger."
Eric was about to retort when he was hit with a flashback.
"I'm just saying, Jeremiah," a man in white and red was walking beside him. "One of these days, you'll get Tara pregnant if you keep sneaking around with her like this. Then everyone will know, and she and the baby will be outcasts. If you impregnate her, she won't be able to fight anymore. At least wed her soon."
"Jacob, you know there's more to it than that," he heard himself say in some sort of accent. Italian, maybe? "And I am careful. We are careful. We aren't about to bring a child into this war-torn land, my friend."
"Eric? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Is that an Italian accent?"
"I said, 'I'm fine,'" Eric brushed past him and ran off.
A/N
The song is part of "Jolly Sailor Bold."