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Title: An Unexpected Family
Fandom: Power Rangers
Pairings: Andros/Jason, Past Andros/OMC (Lori), Past Jason/Emily, Zhane/Karone, Billy/Rocky, Kim/Kat, hint at Tommy/Hayley…
Rating: R
Summery: Sequel to ‘Everyone Accounted For.’ When an old acquaintance threatens to take Andros’ morpher from him, it leads to a series of events that leaves several ranger teams battling new and darker enemies.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Power Rangers. It's not my toy box, I'm merely playing.
Warning: There is slash, femslash and het in this story. Don’t like any of that, don’t read it. Also Mpreg (Andros) and Trip being from the past. In this chapter Andros talks about losing his team/planet and also the destruction that happens to Sirius.
A/N: Thanks to Ninjacat who asked for an update which I was lucky enough to have.
Chapter 8:
Jason wasn’t sure what to say, he wasn’t even sure where Andros was taking him. At first he’d thought that the green fenced in area they were walking past was a park, but he recognized what looked like headstones and realized that the white stone buildings were mausoleums. He glanced at Andros, not liking the silence between them and broke it saying, “You’re not going to explain this Xybrian greeting to me, are you?”
Andros glanced at him, frowned and looked away as they stopped at a flower vendor.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Andros admitted as he picked up a bouquet of multicolored flowers.
Jason nodded his understanding as he took in the carnation-like flowers that made up the bouquets. There were six flowers, each the right color for a ranger from the Astro team. Andros moved from the bouquets to where individual flowers, each color in a separate basket, resided. He selected one red flower before he hesitated. He glanced towards the purple flowers for a moment before selecting another silver. He set them on the counter so the young woman sitting at the stand could see them and began to place his hand on the credit machine. The young woman caught his hand and told him, “No charge. Thank you.”
Andros paused as she gave his hand a squeeze, blushing, still not comfortable at being recognized for helping to restore KO-35. He managed to nod his acknowledgement and whispered, “Thank you.”
He picked up his flowers and reached out to take Jason’s hand, looking for a familiar person to ground himself against his suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Jason threaded their fingers together easily and squeezed his hand.
As they entered the cemetery together Jason asked, “Who did you want to visit first?”
Andros paused looking around the park before he tilted his head and explained, “We were lucky, this place was left almost untouched and repairs were easy. When Sirius fell, their remembrance grounds were decimated.”
“Remembrance grounds?” Jason asked, trusting that this was a question he could ask, not sure Andros would want to talk about a team that had lost.
“We only have this one,” Andros responded, “Sirius was the center for SPD operations and would often have several ranger teams representing it at once, hence the need for several remembrance grounds as they tried to find appropriate ways to keep teams together after they had passed. We built them a memorial here, but it’s not the same. Sirius is still too damaged to rebuild and there is debate that it would be disrespectful to do so since all its inhabitants were destroyed.”
“All of them?”
Andros nodded, silent, not sure he could continue. Instead he led Jason towards a fountain, “This is our tribute to SPD and Sirius. It was an SPD squad that came here and helped to finish evacuating everyone when I was the only ranger left.”
Jason squeezed Andros’ hand before wrapping an arm around him.
Andros tilted his head and explained, “The three tiers represent the three major cities of Sirius and the symbol lining the base is the SPD badge symbol.”
Jason nodded, “One question?”
“Yes?”
“Why is there a big giant dog on their badge?”
Andros tilted his head, the confusion evident on his face, “That’s the profile of a Sirian.”
Jason nodded and decided not to ask if Sirian’s were actually big giant dogs. Wait, big giant dogs who could morph? How did that work? Instead he asked, “Why are the flowers floating in it?”
Andros set the flowers in his hands on the fountain and pulled a red flower out. He glanced back at Jason before leaning over and guiding the stem down to the cutting device. He set the stem back with his bouquet and showed the cut off flower to Jason.
“This is for Ke’ta,” he said, “She was the daughter of Kor. He was the pink before Tem. She wasn’t allowed to inherit the Astro morpher because of her gender and went instead to SPD where she became a Red. She fell defending Sirius.”
Jason stepped closer, gave Andros’ shoulder a squeeze and watched silently as Andros placed the red flower in the water before he reached for a silver one, again cutting off the stem on a device on the inside fountain wall. He laid the stems in a small pile of them gathered at the base of the device.
Andros stared down at the flower silently, frowning.
“And the silver?” Jason prodded.
Andros glanced up at him, then back to the flower, before answering, “Cruger. He was a sixth when I met him, the first of his team to join me in battle to save the last few people of this planet. If they hadn’t come…and I arrived too late on Sirius, by then there were no Sirians left. I searched for him, his wife, their children, but…nothing.”
Andros let the flower float way. Jason cupped his face.
“We drove the Troobians away,” Andros continued, “but they went after the Aberians next. Their ranger team is down to two. We managed to take the Troobians to a distant galaxy and trap them, but our best scientist aren’t sure how long it will last and we weren’t able to completely destroy them. Aberian has been rebuilt, it helped having my team there.”
Jason stared at Andros, taking in his words, taking in the way Andros was saying the words almost blankly, the way the man in his arms shuddered and closed his eyes.
“They weren’t on Sirius with you?” Jason asked.
Andros blinked at him and Jason suddenly didn’t want the truth, he wanted to kiss him instead. He wanted to take Andros away from the graves, the death, and show him some of the places he knew that made life worth living.
“I-I couldn’t let them see that. There was no hope. It was a rescue mission, to find survivors. SPD wouldn’t let anyone but their squads fight and by the time they changed their minds it was too late.”
“Andros.”
“Don’t,” Andros told him as he took Jason’s hands, lowered them from his face, “Just don’t. This is what I do. This is what I have to come here for.”
Andros turned, taking his bouquet.
“I don’t understand.”
Andros tilted his head, frowning before he said, “The only people that mean a great deal to me of this planet are in graves. The two that aren’t, my sister and Zhane, don’t live here. This planet hasn’t been my home since I was a child. I tried to change that and it didn’t work.”
Jason nodded, wanting to ask more, but not wanting to push. Andros stared at him a moment, nodded, took his hand and lead him towards the mausoleums. Andros stepped into one that had a silver line surrounding the top. He paused to press his palm against the last of the nameplates to be inscribed, “This is Arian, one of Zhane’s fathers.”
Then he continued outside. He moved closer to the row of graves outside, near the mausoleum. He paused and set the silver flower on one.
“This is Lani,” Andros stated, “The children of rangers who don’t become rangers are buried near their parents.”
“I didn’t know Zhane had a sister.”
“His parents adopted her from the southern province shortly after Zhane moved more permanently into the Megaship. They weren’t siblings for long, but it pains him to speak of her. She would follow him around whenever he was home.”
“She was young?”
“Five,” Andros answered, “when the attacks came.”
Jason closed his eyes. This was Andros’ family, the people he had loved that Jason would never meet. Andros took his hand again. They entered the pink building next. Andros silently put the pink flower in a holder. His fingers lingered on the plaque, but he said nothing besides, “This is Tem.”
The same followed for the blue mausoleum. “This is Ashah.”
Andros lingered in the yellow mausoleum. He placed a kiss on his fingers before touching the plaque. “Lori,” he said simply. Then after a pause he touched the next plaque over, “And Leyth, also Zhane’s father.”
“My cousin Tem,” Andros introduced in the black mausoleum, “and my uncle.”
Outside the black mausoleum Andros paused to stare at the single red flower he held in his hand.
“Am I allowed to ask what they were like?” Jason asked.
“Not yet,” Andros told him, before taking him into the red mausoleum. Andros set the flower inside a holder, then pointed to the blank plaque next to it, “This is where they will bury me.”
Andros touched the plaque that belonged to the flower he’d placed in the holder, “And this is my father.”
Jason gave the hand that still held his a squeeze.
Andros glanced at him, then pointed upwards, “My line continues back until the sixth row, third plaque. The one before that is a relative of Fren, but also a ranger who only had daughters. He did however have a sister who had a son. That is when the morpher was passed away from his line and into mine.”
“You’re relatives?”
Andros nodded, “A long time ago we were, but our families parted at some point and it isn’t a fact that he will acknowledge.”
“I’m sorry.”
“As am I,” Andros said, before he pointed out, “Though you don’t have a reason to be.”
“I can still be sorry,” Jason told him, brushing his cheek.
Andros blinked and caught his hand. They stared silently at each other a moment, before Andros pushed forward, caught Jason’s lips. Jason let himself be pulled into the kiss, far better than the two drunk ones they had shared previously. As Jason parted his lips he found Andros leading him, pulling him closer, till all he could think about was Andros, touching him, wanting him.
Andros pulled away, stepped back, breath heavy.
Jason wet his lips, wanting more, wanting to be back on the ship where he could ask for more.
Andros shuddered, looked away and then told him, “That’s how they greet.”
“What?”
“Xybrians. That’s how they greet.”
Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Fandom: Power Rangers
Pairings: Andros/Jason, Past Andros/OMC (Lori), Past Jason/Emily, Zhane/Karone, Billy/Rocky, Kim/Kat, hint at Tommy/Hayley…
Rating: R
Summery: Sequel to ‘Everyone Accounted For.’ When an old acquaintance threatens to take Andros’ morpher from him, it leads to a series of events that leaves several ranger teams battling new and darker enemies.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Power Rangers. It's not my toy box, I'm merely playing.
Warning: There is slash, femslash and het in this story. Don’t like any of that, don’t read it. Also Mpreg (Andros) and Trip being from the past. In this chapter Andros talks about losing his team/planet and also the destruction that happens to Sirius.
A/N: Thanks to Ninjacat who asked for an update which I was lucky enough to have.
Chapter 8:
Jason wasn’t sure what to say, he wasn’t even sure where Andros was taking him. At first he’d thought that the green fenced in area they were walking past was a park, but he recognized what looked like headstones and realized that the white stone buildings were mausoleums. He glanced at Andros, not liking the silence between them and broke it saying, “You’re not going to explain this Xybrian greeting to me, are you?”
Andros glanced at him, frowned and looked away as they stopped at a flower vendor.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Andros admitted as he picked up a bouquet of multicolored flowers.
Jason nodded his understanding as he took in the carnation-like flowers that made up the bouquets. There were six flowers, each the right color for a ranger from the Astro team. Andros moved from the bouquets to where individual flowers, each color in a separate basket, resided. He selected one red flower before he hesitated. He glanced towards the purple flowers for a moment before selecting another silver. He set them on the counter so the young woman sitting at the stand could see them and began to place his hand on the credit machine. The young woman caught his hand and told him, “No charge. Thank you.”
Andros paused as she gave his hand a squeeze, blushing, still not comfortable at being recognized for helping to restore KO-35. He managed to nod his acknowledgement and whispered, “Thank you.”
He picked up his flowers and reached out to take Jason’s hand, looking for a familiar person to ground himself against his suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Jason threaded their fingers together easily and squeezed his hand.
As they entered the cemetery together Jason asked, “Who did you want to visit first?”
Andros paused looking around the park before he tilted his head and explained, “We were lucky, this place was left almost untouched and repairs were easy. When Sirius fell, their remembrance grounds were decimated.”
“Remembrance grounds?” Jason asked, trusting that this was a question he could ask, not sure Andros would want to talk about a team that had lost.
“We only have this one,” Andros responded, “Sirius was the center for SPD operations and would often have several ranger teams representing it at once, hence the need for several remembrance grounds as they tried to find appropriate ways to keep teams together after they had passed. We built them a memorial here, but it’s not the same. Sirius is still too damaged to rebuild and there is debate that it would be disrespectful to do so since all its inhabitants were destroyed.”
“All of them?”
Andros nodded, silent, not sure he could continue. Instead he led Jason towards a fountain, “This is our tribute to SPD and Sirius. It was an SPD squad that came here and helped to finish evacuating everyone when I was the only ranger left.”
Jason squeezed Andros’ hand before wrapping an arm around him.
Andros tilted his head and explained, “The three tiers represent the three major cities of Sirius and the symbol lining the base is the SPD badge symbol.”
Jason nodded, “One question?”
“Yes?”
“Why is there a big giant dog on their badge?”
Andros tilted his head, the confusion evident on his face, “That’s the profile of a Sirian.”
Jason nodded and decided not to ask if Sirian’s were actually big giant dogs. Wait, big giant dogs who could morph? How did that work? Instead he asked, “Why are the flowers floating in it?”
Andros set the flowers in his hands on the fountain and pulled a red flower out. He glanced back at Jason before leaning over and guiding the stem down to the cutting device. He set the stem back with his bouquet and showed the cut off flower to Jason.
“This is for Ke’ta,” he said, “She was the daughter of Kor. He was the pink before Tem. She wasn’t allowed to inherit the Astro morpher because of her gender and went instead to SPD where she became a Red. She fell defending Sirius.”
Jason stepped closer, gave Andros’ shoulder a squeeze and watched silently as Andros placed the red flower in the water before he reached for a silver one, again cutting off the stem on a device on the inside fountain wall. He laid the stems in a small pile of them gathered at the base of the device.
Andros stared down at the flower silently, frowning.
“And the silver?” Jason prodded.
Andros glanced up at him, then back to the flower, before answering, “Cruger. He was a sixth when I met him, the first of his team to join me in battle to save the last few people of this planet. If they hadn’t come…and I arrived too late on Sirius, by then there were no Sirians left. I searched for him, his wife, their children, but…nothing.”
Andros let the flower float way. Jason cupped his face.
“We drove the Troobians away,” Andros continued, “but they went after the Aberians next. Their ranger team is down to two. We managed to take the Troobians to a distant galaxy and trap them, but our best scientist aren’t sure how long it will last and we weren’t able to completely destroy them. Aberian has been rebuilt, it helped having my team there.”
Jason stared at Andros, taking in his words, taking in the way Andros was saying the words almost blankly, the way the man in his arms shuddered and closed his eyes.
“They weren’t on Sirius with you?” Jason asked.
Andros blinked at him and Jason suddenly didn’t want the truth, he wanted to kiss him instead. He wanted to take Andros away from the graves, the death, and show him some of the places he knew that made life worth living.
“I-I couldn’t let them see that. There was no hope. It was a rescue mission, to find survivors. SPD wouldn’t let anyone but their squads fight and by the time they changed their minds it was too late.”
“Andros.”
“Don’t,” Andros told him as he took Jason’s hands, lowered them from his face, “Just don’t. This is what I do. This is what I have to come here for.”
Andros turned, taking his bouquet.
“I don’t understand.”
Andros tilted his head, frowning before he said, “The only people that mean a great deal to me of this planet are in graves. The two that aren’t, my sister and Zhane, don’t live here. This planet hasn’t been my home since I was a child. I tried to change that and it didn’t work.”
Jason nodded, wanting to ask more, but not wanting to push. Andros stared at him a moment, nodded, took his hand and lead him towards the mausoleums. Andros stepped into one that had a silver line surrounding the top. He paused to press his palm against the last of the nameplates to be inscribed, “This is Arian, one of Zhane’s fathers.”
Then he continued outside. He moved closer to the row of graves outside, near the mausoleum. He paused and set the silver flower on one.
“This is Lani,” Andros stated, “The children of rangers who don’t become rangers are buried near their parents.”
“I didn’t know Zhane had a sister.”
“His parents adopted her from the southern province shortly after Zhane moved more permanently into the Megaship. They weren’t siblings for long, but it pains him to speak of her. She would follow him around whenever he was home.”
“She was young?”
“Five,” Andros answered, “when the attacks came.”
Jason closed his eyes. This was Andros’ family, the people he had loved that Jason would never meet. Andros took his hand again. They entered the pink building next. Andros silently put the pink flower in a holder. His fingers lingered on the plaque, but he said nothing besides, “This is Tem.”
The same followed for the blue mausoleum. “This is Ashah.”
Andros lingered in the yellow mausoleum. He placed a kiss on his fingers before touching the plaque. “Lori,” he said simply. Then after a pause he touched the next plaque over, “And Leyth, also Zhane’s father.”
“My cousin Tem,” Andros introduced in the black mausoleum, “and my uncle.”
Outside the black mausoleum Andros paused to stare at the single red flower he held in his hand.
“Am I allowed to ask what they were like?” Jason asked.
“Not yet,” Andros told him, before taking him into the red mausoleum. Andros set the flower inside a holder, then pointed to the blank plaque next to it, “This is where they will bury me.”
Andros touched the plaque that belonged to the flower he’d placed in the holder, “And this is my father.”
Jason gave the hand that still held his a squeeze.
Andros glanced at him, then pointed upwards, “My line continues back until the sixth row, third plaque. The one before that is a relative of Fren, but also a ranger who only had daughters. He did however have a sister who had a son. That is when the morpher was passed away from his line and into mine.”
“You’re relatives?”
Andros nodded, “A long time ago we were, but our families parted at some point and it isn’t a fact that he will acknowledge.”
“I’m sorry.”
“As am I,” Andros said, before he pointed out, “Though you don’t have a reason to be.”
“I can still be sorry,” Jason told him, brushing his cheek.
Andros blinked and caught his hand. They stared silently at each other a moment, before Andros pushed forward, caught Jason’s lips. Jason let himself be pulled into the kiss, far better than the two drunk ones they had shared previously. As Jason parted his lips he found Andros leading him, pulling him closer, till all he could think about was Andros, touching him, wanting him.
Andros pulled away, stepped back, breath heavy.
Jason wet his lips, wanting more, wanting to be back on the ship where he could ask for more.
Andros shuddered, looked away and then told him, “That’s how they greet.”
“What?”
“Xybrians. That’s how they greet.”
Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]