Post by lilsmiles on May 14, 2008 19:21:50 GMT -5
Title: 2038
Author: lilsmiles aka Rach
Rating: M for now, you will be given fair warning when this changes.
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine still! That may change pending talks with Disney... But don't hold your breath.
Summary: It's been more than a decade and the memories feel like they happened yesterday and yet a lifetime ago, all at once...
A/N: Hi everyone!! So okay, I'm going out of my comfort zone again and I'm *attempting* a multi-chapter fic, depends on if I can actually write more afterwards. But it is a WIP for a reason
The opening is rather long but I thought I'd go ahead and post it otherwise this story will never get rolling. ANGST WARNING: this is very different from my first S/S fic, just want you to make sure of that before reading.
Message for Cat: do you want me to finish writing the rest of it and then post it all at once or is it alright to post it in installments? I just want to clear that with you. Let me know there's no rush.
Well, on with the story...
I stepped out onto the platform and peered over the edge. Squinting my eyes, I could barely make out a silvery glint off in the distance. A minute later the speck transformed into a navy streak, flying into the station. The train doors whooshed open as I stepped into the first car and took a seat. Moments later the doors closed and the train set off.
I remember when the Silver Swan was completed. I was barely six years old and the bridge was the largest of its kind to be built in the entire world. Duffy Swinston was the world renowned architect commissioned to design it. I remember meeting Mr. Swinston for the first time. He was a towering man, almost pushing seven feet tall, snow white hair, thick horn-rimmed glasses and kind hazel eyes. From my memories, he constantly reminded me of Colonel Sanders. I took a similar trip across the Silver Swan all those years ago. The last of the magnetic tracks had just been laid and Mr. Swinston took my father and me on the first ride across the bridge. Just as the name suggests, the massive arches were in the shape of majestic swans, their grey necks interlocking with one another. I remember pressing my face to the glass window, admiring how the sunlight danced off the steel beams, sending a pearlescent glow of pinks, oranges and blues onto the water below. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the multicoloured light show. It was a time in my life where I was completely naïve, living my life in make-believe. Things have changed quite a bit from that train ride.
My mind drifted from my childhood to the day when Grumm was captured. That year was a roller coaster ride. It brought about big changes in my life, being promoted to B-squad, becoming Power Rangers, making new friends in Z and Jack and becoming closer to Bridge and Sky. After Jack left SPD and Sky was promoted to team lead, things quieted down. There were still the everyday low-life criminals roaming the streets but the constant panic of the world coming to its knees was long gone. There was no question in my mind that Sky was an excellent Red Ranger, but it still felt empty without Jack around, like the team was somehow incomplete. That being said, Jack and Ally were still both a constant presence in our lives. The entire team used to meet up on weekends, volleyball at the beach and picnics in the park. I smiled as I fondly remembered the many birthdays Jack and I shared together. Subconsciously, my fingers drifted to the pendant around my neck. It was the last present Jack ever gave to me, a simple princess cut rose-coloured diamond. Everything changed shortly after that. The weekend get-togethers became less often, days turned to weeks and weeks slipped into years. The last we heard from Jack was that him and Ally had parted ways amicably and that he had moved somewhere in Africa. And not long after that, a box arrived at SPD for Z. Inside were a few personal belongings that were once Jack’s and a letter addressed to his sister. Z never said what was written in the letter. She didn’t leave her room for days. By the end of the week, she had told the Commander that she couldn’t stay in New Tech any longer and went off in search of Jack. Saying goodbye to her was difficult. There were lots of tears and promises to keep in touch. We never did.
The next year Birdie decided to step down and asked Crugger to become the next Supreme Commander of SPD. Crugger at first turned down the offer but Isinia convinced him that it would be an amazing opportunity for him and that Earth would be left in the very capable hands of his once students. Reluctantly, he took the position and appointed Sky to the Commander of SPD Earth. Crugger asked Kat if she would join him and she agreed. There was a huge celebration for their send-off. Boom promised Kat to take care of the lab that she meticulously built from scratch. Both of them checked in regularly, but soon both their responsibilities took more time and the calls became less frequent. Back at home, Sky appointed Bridge to be Red Ranger. He had asked me if I wanted to step up to blue, his former colour. We had a long conversation about how far we’ve come and we shared our first kiss that night. It was a fairytale romance. And the once by the book, cold and unfeeling Sky Tate, became the man that I’ve always dreamt of marrying one day. There was just one thing that stood in the way of our blissful life together. Sky took his role of Commander too seriously. He woke at the crack of dawn, worked hard training the new cadets personally and was the last to go to sleep at night. He became more and more involved with his work that everything else in his life was discarded to the sidelines, myself included. The wedding was postponed twice. The first because of a homicidal maniac preying on the elderly, the second time it was busting an illegal intergalactic plutonic weapons ring. I guess I just grew tired of waiting or I felt that we were beginning to drift apart. Whatever the reason, I felt my heart was in pieces. I spent so long trying to figure out what I really wanted and ended up packing up my belongings, leaving a note and never looking back.
The bell chimed indicating the last stop, pulling me back to reality. I stood up and shouldered my bag. Reaching into my pocket, I uncrumpled the piece of paper in my hand. I crossed the street and headed down the heart of New Tech City. Hover-vehicles zipped left and right as I turned onto a small residential road. The neighbourhood was quaint, small patches of green lawns, picket fences covered in vines of fresh smelling honeysuckle, identical houses in perfect rows. My feet stopped in front of the house at the corner. It was starkly different from the others. A decent sized brownstone with a large willow growing in the front yard, I noticed the tire swing attached to one of the low lying limbs of the tree. The house looked at least fifty years old but had more character than the metal boxes surrounding it. Walking up the front steps, I reached out to ring the doorbell. My hand paused before touching the button. I suddenly felt nervous being here. I was showing up unannounced after a decade of no communication whatsoever. I’ve already come this far, no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. Silence. I curled my fingers into a fist and knocked on the front door. Silence. I tried the doorbell again. Silence. I was turning to leave when the door swung open. He was dressed in a dark red t-shirt and gray sweats. His brown hair was tousled and sleep was heavy on his lids.
“Hi,” I said barely over a whisper.
His eyes immediately widened and all trace of drowsiness vanished.
“Syd?”
Before I could say anything else, he had thrown his arms around me. I tightened my grasp around him and felt hot tears flow down my cheeks.
“It’s so good to see you, Syd,” he said softly in my ear. “I’ve missed you.”
Pulling back, I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. He reached out and gently thumbed away a tear from my face. I placed my hand on top of his and smiled gratefully.
“I’ve missed you too, Bridge.”
TBC
Final A/N: Well, was it worth your read or did I bore you to death, let me know, because I've never done this kind of fic before.
Author: lilsmiles aka Rach
Rating: M for now, you will be given fair warning when this changes.
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine still! That may change pending talks with Disney... But don't hold your breath.
Summary: It's been more than a decade and the memories feel like they happened yesterday and yet a lifetime ago, all at once...
A/N: Hi everyone!! So okay, I'm going out of my comfort zone again and I'm *attempting* a multi-chapter fic, depends on if I can actually write more afterwards. But it is a WIP for a reason
The opening is rather long but I thought I'd go ahead and post it otherwise this story will never get rolling. ANGST WARNING: this is very different from my first S/S fic, just want you to make sure of that before reading.Message for Cat: do you want me to finish writing the rest of it and then post it all at once or is it alright to post it in installments? I just want to clear that with you. Let me know there's no rush.
Well, on with the story...
I stepped out onto the platform and peered over the edge. Squinting my eyes, I could barely make out a silvery glint off in the distance. A minute later the speck transformed into a navy streak, flying into the station. The train doors whooshed open as I stepped into the first car and took a seat. Moments later the doors closed and the train set off.
I remember when the Silver Swan was completed. I was barely six years old and the bridge was the largest of its kind to be built in the entire world. Duffy Swinston was the world renowned architect commissioned to design it. I remember meeting Mr. Swinston for the first time. He was a towering man, almost pushing seven feet tall, snow white hair, thick horn-rimmed glasses and kind hazel eyes. From my memories, he constantly reminded me of Colonel Sanders. I took a similar trip across the Silver Swan all those years ago. The last of the magnetic tracks had just been laid and Mr. Swinston took my father and me on the first ride across the bridge. Just as the name suggests, the massive arches were in the shape of majestic swans, their grey necks interlocking with one another. I remember pressing my face to the glass window, admiring how the sunlight danced off the steel beams, sending a pearlescent glow of pinks, oranges and blues onto the water below. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the multicoloured light show. It was a time in my life where I was completely naïve, living my life in make-believe. Things have changed quite a bit from that train ride.
My mind drifted from my childhood to the day when Grumm was captured. That year was a roller coaster ride. It brought about big changes in my life, being promoted to B-squad, becoming Power Rangers, making new friends in Z and Jack and becoming closer to Bridge and Sky. After Jack left SPD and Sky was promoted to team lead, things quieted down. There were still the everyday low-life criminals roaming the streets but the constant panic of the world coming to its knees was long gone. There was no question in my mind that Sky was an excellent Red Ranger, but it still felt empty without Jack around, like the team was somehow incomplete. That being said, Jack and Ally were still both a constant presence in our lives. The entire team used to meet up on weekends, volleyball at the beach and picnics in the park. I smiled as I fondly remembered the many birthdays Jack and I shared together. Subconsciously, my fingers drifted to the pendant around my neck. It was the last present Jack ever gave to me, a simple princess cut rose-coloured diamond. Everything changed shortly after that. The weekend get-togethers became less often, days turned to weeks and weeks slipped into years. The last we heard from Jack was that him and Ally had parted ways amicably and that he had moved somewhere in Africa. And not long after that, a box arrived at SPD for Z. Inside were a few personal belongings that were once Jack’s and a letter addressed to his sister. Z never said what was written in the letter. She didn’t leave her room for days. By the end of the week, she had told the Commander that she couldn’t stay in New Tech any longer and went off in search of Jack. Saying goodbye to her was difficult. There were lots of tears and promises to keep in touch. We never did.
The next year Birdie decided to step down and asked Crugger to become the next Supreme Commander of SPD. Crugger at first turned down the offer but Isinia convinced him that it would be an amazing opportunity for him and that Earth would be left in the very capable hands of his once students. Reluctantly, he took the position and appointed Sky to the Commander of SPD Earth. Crugger asked Kat if she would join him and she agreed. There was a huge celebration for their send-off. Boom promised Kat to take care of the lab that she meticulously built from scratch. Both of them checked in regularly, but soon both their responsibilities took more time and the calls became less frequent. Back at home, Sky appointed Bridge to be Red Ranger. He had asked me if I wanted to step up to blue, his former colour. We had a long conversation about how far we’ve come and we shared our first kiss that night. It was a fairytale romance. And the once by the book, cold and unfeeling Sky Tate, became the man that I’ve always dreamt of marrying one day. There was just one thing that stood in the way of our blissful life together. Sky took his role of Commander too seriously. He woke at the crack of dawn, worked hard training the new cadets personally and was the last to go to sleep at night. He became more and more involved with his work that everything else in his life was discarded to the sidelines, myself included. The wedding was postponed twice. The first because of a homicidal maniac preying on the elderly, the second time it was busting an illegal intergalactic plutonic weapons ring. I guess I just grew tired of waiting or I felt that we were beginning to drift apart. Whatever the reason, I felt my heart was in pieces. I spent so long trying to figure out what I really wanted and ended up packing up my belongings, leaving a note and never looking back.
The bell chimed indicating the last stop, pulling me back to reality. I stood up and shouldered my bag. Reaching into my pocket, I uncrumpled the piece of paper in my hand. I crossed the street and headed down the heart of New Tech City. Hover-vehicles zipped left and right as I turned onto a small residential road. The neighbourhood was quaint, small patches of green lawns, picket fences covered in vines of fresh smelling honeysuckle, identical houses in perfect rows. My feet stopped in front of the house at the corner. It was starkly different from the others. A decent sized brownstone with a large willow growing in the front yard, I noticed the tire swing attached to one of the low lying limbs of the tree. The house looked at least fifty years old but had more character than the metal boxes surrounding it. Walking up the front steps, I reached out to ring the doorbell. My hand paused before touching the button. I suddenly felt nervous being here. I was showing up unannounced after a decade of no communication whatsoever. I’ve already come this far, no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. Silence. I curled my fingers into a fist and knocked on the front door. Silence. I tried the doorbell again. Silence. I was turning to leave when the door swung open. He was dressed in a dark red t-shirt and gray sweats. His brown hair was tousled and sleep was heavy on his lids.
“Hi,” I said barely over a whisper.
His eyes immediately widened and all trace of drowsiness vanished.
“Syd?”
Before I could say anything else, he had thrown his arms around me. I tightened my grasp around him and felt hot tears flow down my cheeks.
“It’s so good to see you, Syd,” he said softly in my ear. “I’ve missed you.”
Pulling back, I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. He reached out and gently thumbed away a tear from my face. I placed my hand on top of his and smiled gratefully.
“I’ve missed you too, Bridge.”
TBC
Final A/N: Well, was it worth your read or did I bore you to death, let me know, because I've never done this kind of fic before.
