It's Morphin Time!

[Fic] Perfection, Summer, worksafe

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 02:16:46 GMT

Summer gave up horses when she was twelve years old.

The eventing season had just started, and she and her horse - an Arabian/Thoroughbred cross from the finest bloodlines - were both ready, fresh and eager to perform. The first two days went beautifully; her parents were proud of her, delaying their trip out of the country to stay for day three.

Her horse stumbled and took down a bar on the first jump, refused the second, and her parents didn't even stay long enough to tell her how disappointed they were.

After that, she was done with horses; they were too unpredictable, they failed even if you did everything right. She finished the season, of course - it would be beneath a Landsdown to quit in disgrace - but the ribbons and trophies meant nothing to her. She handed her reins to her trainer at the end of her last show, and didn't bother to see her horse again before it was sold.

She spent the next year missing freedom and the rush of wind, before she discovered motorcycles.

Motorcycles couldn't be temperamental, couldn't spook or have a bad day. If you took care of them properly - and she learned, as soon as she started riding - they wouldn't fail you. Her motorcycle was like an extension of herself.

And as long as she was good enough, she could keep things perfect.

[Drabble] Follower, Col. Truman, worksafe

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 01:54:12 GMT

(I may be the only person in the world who likes Colonel Truman, despite his craptastic relationship with Scott. So let me be guilty of humanizing him a bit.)

When Scott Truman was six years old, he followed his older brother off a cliff.

Marcus caught him, scolded him, then taught him how to climb safely. Scott was fourteen before either of them admitted what they'd been up to to their father.

Colonel Mason Truman sat in the dark. The city was sealed; he was off duty, with precious hours to drink, mourn his elder son, rejoice that the younger had made it back.

All he could do was remember that Scott had followed his brother off a cliff.

And Marcus wouldn't be around to catch him any more.

[Fic] Six Seconds, Power Rangers RPM

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 23:08:10 GMT

Summary: Dillon's shield protects him for five seconds. Unfortunately, the enemy knows that.
Warnings: Severe character injury.

Dillon had absolute faith in the invincibility shield. Doc K had pounded that into him with all of her stupid training exercises, and Tenaya 7 had sealed it when she forced him to demonstrate the shield actually worked.

Faith wasn't the problem, for once.

Time was.

Dillon kind of wished he was human. Then he might have been taken by surprise by the shield's collapse, instead of counting down every hundredth of a second to it.

Summer went to her knees by Dillon's side. "He's going into shock. We have to get him to the hospital."

"And what doctor would you take him to, lookin' like that?" Flynn asked, nodding to where the black bioarmor had been torn away, at the bits of metal and circuitry visible amidst blood and torn flesh. "Under the circumstances, I can't think of too many I'd trust not to have a little accident as soon as they found out he's as much machine as man."

"Flynn's right," Scott said. "The only one we can trust with him is Dr. K."

"Do I look like a medical doctor?"

Dr. K was giving them a level stare, the one she used to intimidate them... or try to, at any rate. Flynn thought right now she was using it as an excuse not to look at the figure currently bleeding all over everything. He couldn't imagine it was helping much, when they were all covered in Dillon's blood.

"What were we supposed to do, take him to a hospital?" Scott demanded, echoing Flynn's earlier argument. "Take a chance they'd decide a machine wasn't worth saving?"

Dr. K glared at them a moment longer. "Fine," she snapped, turning away. "Bring him in here."

The base had an infirmary; of course she had been prepared for the possibility that, one day, one of her Ranger Series operators would be injured. Like everything else, the medical equipment was top of the line, and she had collected the most extensive medical database in the world...even in the world from before Venjix.

She simply hadn't wanted to bother with staff underfoot.

Well. Just because the knowledge wasn't already in her head, didn't mean she couldn't access it.

She went to the computer while the Rangers settled Series Operator Black on the bed, and when they left she methodically connected him to the machines that would keep him alive until she repaired the damage.

It was more difficult than the instructions had made it seem. There was blood on her gloved hands, on her lab coat, by the time she finally stepped back and looked at the bed's occupant.

She had no idea what to do next.

Ziggy was sitting on the couch, not moving, not talking, not being annoying at all. In short, not being Ziggy.

Summer thought he might be in shock. Well. Join the club.

She sat on his left, not close enough to actually be touching him, but close enough to feel him shaking. Shock. Yeah.

Flynn wandered over a few minutes later, smoothie in hand, looked at them, and sat on Ziggy's right. A moment later, his arm went around the smaller man's shoulders, an expansive gesture that made Summer wonder what was in his half-finished drink besides fruit.

She wished he'd thought to share.

"I called my dad." Scott crowded down beside her, shoved her tight against Ziggy, and Flynn's hand, which had been patting Ziggy's arm, gripped her shoulder instead, the connection between them warm and solid. "If she can't...if she won't..." Scott's voice cracked, and Summer echoed Flynn's pose, arm going around Scott and pulling him into what had become a four-way embrace.

"Military doctors are good at following orders," Scott managed after a minute. "He'll be okay."

She wasn't doing anything for him.

The machines weren't doing anything, either.

And she took a certain pleasure in the fact that the medical team which had barged into her infirmary was just as ineffectual as she had been.

It was the energy grid itself at work, rebuilding Dillon cell by cell, molecule by molecule. Dr. K thought she should be excited by this new discovery, taking notes, documenting every aspect, thinking how best to harness this unexpected manifestation.

Instead, she stared at the monitors, throat tight and eyes inexplicably blurred.

Eventually, she left the infirmary - Dillon didn't need her, and the medics were driving her mad - and retreated to her room, sealing the door behind her. Safely away from the world, she did something she hadn't realized she remembered how to do.

Dr. K put her head down on one of the consoles, and wept.

[Drabble] Coming to Corinth/Justice, Power Rangers RPM/Max Headroom

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 20:54:40 GMT

"The dog can't enter. The city's resources haven't been calculated to include pets."

"An' I told you, mate, I'd no more leave Fang behind than I would Dom here."

Blank Reg didn't think Dominique needed to hit him so hard for that. Wasn't like he'd offered to trade or something.

She shoved past him, leaning over his shoulder out the van's window. "Wasn't Corinth created to provide shelter to all survivors?" She pointed to where Fang sat. "He survived."

Reg grinned; the guard could try to argue with Dom, but...

Then Hell broke loose, and rules didn't matter any more.

"But what do you mean, gone?" Max flitted from monitor to monitor. "Edison can't-can't-can't be gone."

Once, he would have simply sped off and found Edison himself. But the 'net was gone, too, like Edison and Theora and Bryce and even Murray, like the bits of his own program which he hadn't quite managed to tuck away in Big Time's antiquated computer system. His world had been narrowed to Reg and Dominique and Fang and half a dozen screens.

Because of Venjix.

Max was based on Edison Carter, and Edison hadn't believed in revenge.

Edison believed in justice.

Close enough.

[Drabble] End of the World, Power Rangers RPM/Max Headroom

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 07:01:16 GMT

As the end of the world went, it could have been worse. Had been worse for those still in the system, he supposed. Him and Dom pulled up stakes when the big networks went dark, and headed for the reported safety of Corinth City.

The van nearly hadn't made it; they'd lost the satellite dish to a Venjix attack force. Everyone had been too busy to bother that they were blanks, at least, and they'd settled into the fringes of the city. Nicer place than the Fringes back home.

Shame he couldn't get Big Time back on the air, though.

Nothing says "love" like beating up your new fandom

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 20:40:33 GMT

Summer went to her knees by Dillon's side. "He's going into shock. We have to get him to the hospital."

"And what doctor would you take him to, lookin' like that?" Flynn asked, nodding to where the black bioarmor had been torn away, at the bits of metal and circuitry visible amidst blood and torn flesh. "Under the circumstances, I can't think of too many I'd trust not to have a little accident as soon as they found out he's as much machine as man."

"Flynn's right," Scott said. "The only one we can trust with him is Dr. K."

[Fic] Restraint, Rocky, Power Rangers Zeo

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 04:24:23 GMT

Title: Restraint
Fandom: Power Rangers Zeo
Character/Pairing: Rocky
Rating: Worksafe with naughty implications
Warnings: threats of non-consensual bondage, my odd sense of humor
Word Count: 224
Written For: kinkfest (Gasket/Archerina/Rocky: immobilization - "I love the way your mind works")
Summary: Rocky's all tied up, and it's only going to get worse.
Author's Note: Visual aids are probably worksafe if you don't tell anyone what this odd contraption is for.

Rocky squirmed against his bonds and reminded himself the others were coming for him. Not that that really made him feel better about being wrapped from neck to knees in some kind of flexible metal cable, but it beat wondering about what the Machine Empire had planned for him.

"...and I've found the most wonderful device to immobilize the subject while we work."

Like I'm not immobilized enough? Rocky managed not to say. Archerina sounded way too pleased with herself; he didn't think he wanted to draw her attention.

"The wrists are restrained like this, then the legs here...and then this metal rod is inserted..."

Rocky's stomach plunged to somewhere in the vicinity of his boots, and he began to struggle in earnest, though even Ranger strength was no match for his bonds.

"Of course, this is an Earth device. I'm sure we can make all manner of improvements," Archerina concluded.

"I love the way your mind works," Gasket said.

Rocky whimpered and tried not to hear their plans for modification - passing out wasn't going to do him any good, after all - but he couldn't help listening with a sort of sick fascination.

If the other Rangers didn't get him out of this, he was going to make sure every last one of them died with a metal rod up their ass.

[Fic] A Complete Waste of Time, Connor & Ethan, PRDT

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:16:09 GMT

Title:A Complete Waste of Time
Fandom: Power Rangers Dino Thunder
Character/Pairing: Connor and Ethan
Rating: Worksafe
Warnings: none
Word count: 423
Written For: choc_fic (Prompt: Conner/Ethan: boys and their toys - the Breakfast Club's not just for the movies)

"Great going, genius," Connor said from the desk behind him, and Ethan felt something bounce off his head.

"Great going?" Ethan turned. "I'm sorry, did I somehow miss the part where I was the one who hit Principal Randall in the head with a soccer ball?"

"You're the reason she figured out who did it." Connor tossed a wadded up sheet of paper toward him; Ethan batted it aside.

Ethan snorted. "Like your 'oh shit' expression wasn't already a dead giveaway."

"You might as well have told her, the way you kept looking from her to me. It's a good thing you don't have a secret identity to hide, or anything."

"I wish I had told her; then I wouldn't be wasting my time here with you." Ethan turned back around and opened his laptop, grateful that Randall's stated desire to see them suffer hadn't extended to locking them in the room with nothing to do.

Another paper ball bounced off his head, and he amended the thought. He had something to do; Connor was apparently incapable of entertaining himself without being a nuisance. "Are you ever going to quit that?"

"When I run out of paper. Come on, I'm bored."

It was, Ethan decided, time to bust out his secret weapon. "If you're that bored, let me show you my new game."

"The last thing I want," Connor said, but he was already out of his seat, "is to be stuck playing one of your...hey, is that soccer?"

Ethan angled the screen to give Connor a better view. "I downloaded it a few days ago. I figured it'd be nice to have some clue what you were talking about the ninety percent of the time you spend talking about soccer." Lies, all lies; he'd been holding it in reserve in case he needed to keep Connor out of his hair, but Connor didn't need to know that.

"This is actually kind of cool." Connor pulled a chair from the next desk and sat down. "I mean, not cool-cool, but for you cool."

Well, that squelched any guilt he might have felt over lying. "Thanks a lot."

"Welcome," Connor said, oblivious to his sarcasm. "So, how do you play?"

"I don't know. I haven't played yet." Which was true; he hadn't seen any more point to virtual soccer than real soccer. Though it did look kind of fun, the graphics smooth and the synthesized cheers infectious.

"So you're saying, I could actually beat you at this," Connor said.

"Sure. In your dreams."

"Hey, I am the king of soccer."

"Yeah, but I'm the king of video games."

"Just one way to settle it, isn't there?"

Ethan cracked his knuckles and settled his fingers on the keyboard. "I'll try not to beat you too badly."

Detention might not be such a waste of time after all.

[pr_au100] Green Reborn (Prompt 53: Green)

dragovianknight@gmail.com — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:37:40 GMT

Title: Green Reborn
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie
Pairing: none
Prompt: 53 - Green
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. No copyright violation is intended.
Summary/Warnings: After Ivan Ooze's defeat, Zordon summons the Rangers to the Command Center with some important information.
Word Count: 651

Green Reborn
Power Rangers AU 100 Prompt: Green

His communicator's beep was masked by the fireworks and cheering crowd, but, after the Command Center's destruction and the near destruction of Angel Grove, Tommy reacted to it with immediate, gut-tightening dread. The other Rangers also heard; at a gesture, they worked their way through the crowd to one of the exits.

Tommy pushed the door open and stepped into the quiet parking lot, the others crowding around him. "What is it, Zordon?"

"Please don't tell us Ivan wasn't really destroyed," Rocky blurted.

"There's no trace of Ivan's energy anywhere," Alpha's voice assured them, "but I'm afraid there is a major disturbance in the morphin grid."

"What kind of disturbance?" Billy asked.

Zordon's voice replaced Alpha's. "Alpha will teleport you to the Command Center at once."

"Right. We're on our way." Tommy glanced at the other Rangers. Almost as one, they touched the teleportation controls on their communicators and vanished in brilliantly colored beams of light.

It was a relief when the control room coalesced around them, as good as new - better than new, Billy had assured them earlier after running tests on the restored equipment - and Tommy felt some of the residual tension from Ivan's attack drain away.

Billy moved to a console, taking readings even before Zordon greeted them. Tommy watched him for a moment, then said, "Zordon, what's going on?"

"Behold the viewing globe."

Everyone but Billy turned to face the murky, unclear image which sprang to life at Zordon's words. Tommy had just figured out that whatever they were looking at was being obscured by violently churning water, when Billy exclaimed, "That's not possible!"

"What is it?" Kim asked.

"The disturbance is coming from the green power. Specifically, from Dragonzord." Billy looked at them, then at the viewing globe. "For some reason, it's no longer dormant."

Aisha frowned. "But I thought the green power coin was destroyed?"

"That's what we all thought," Tommy said, fighting down irrational resentment that Zordon had lied to him. He turned his back on the viewing globe. "So how can Dragonzord be active again?"

"I believe you six are responsible."

"What did we do?" Rocky asked.

Adam elbowed him. "We did bring back the Great Power."

"More importantly, you used the Great Power to restore that which had been destroyed."

Only Kim flinched, but Tommy didn't think anyone liked the reminder of Ivan's attack. Silence stretched, until finally Kim asked in a small voice, "If Dragonzord's back, what about the rest of our zords?"

"The Thunderzords' power was restored along with the morphin grid but your connection to them has been superseded by your connection to your Ninjazords. However," Zordon sighed, "since there was no Green Ranger on Phaedos to join the green energy to a new zord, the Great Power has instead imbued Dragonzord with the spirit of the Ninjetti."

"Isn't that...good?" Aisha asked. "I mean, having a seventh Ranger."

"Except we don't have a seventh Ranger." Tommy gestured toward the viewing globe. "And from the look of things, Dragonzord won't be willing to stay in its resting place much longer."

"Unfortunately correct, Tommy, and the reason I interrupted your celebration. We must decide how to deal with Dragonzord if it emerges from the sea."

Tommy felt ill. He knew the only answer, but he remembered the zord's presence, the undeniable - if raw and barely tamed - loyalty. Bad enough his mistakes had betrayed that loyalty once, but to restore Dragonzord only to betray it a second time...

He swallowed hard. The Command Center was silent, everyone waiting for his decision...and no matter how much he hated it right this moment, he was still their leader.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened and faced Zordon. "There's only one thing we can do. If Dragonzord poses any threat to Angel Grove before we have a Green Ranger to control it...it has to be destroyed."