Disclaimer
– I don’t own Tommy,
Kathrine, Jason, or any of the other characters, “although I wish I did” but I
don’t.
Authors
Note – This would be about the 5th Season, I
guess. Part 2.
Special
Thanx – As always special thanks to my “Anime girl”, and
my co-author DemonCat3.
Summary
– Tommy was captured and torture by Zedd and Rita
for like two years. But the Rangers finally save him, only he’s kinda insane
now.
Friends Care
Part 2
He whimpered, pained at the movement. My heart ached for him, for all he must have gone through, for all that he had done to him. He was my friend my partner and no matter what I had done to him in the past I loved him, I still love him. I don’t think any of the other rangers would understand the bond we share, well maybe Katherine, but no one else.
Kat’s gone out for the night. There was a monster
attack and she said she would handle it. I guess she just needs a way to get
rid of some built up stress. I know I do.
He’s bad off. I don’t care what me or Kat SAY, we
both KNOW he’s bad off. "Tommy please." I beg him. I don’t beg. You
can ask any of the other Rangers and all of them will tell you Jason Lee Scott
doesn’t beg. Man if they could see me now. Tommy looked at me with those puppy
brown eyes, silently begging me back not to do this to him.
"Tommy it's been a month now. Your doing a
lot better and Kat and I both think your ready for this.” He crouches by the
door and begins to whimper.
"Please, Jason, don’t.”
Okay don’t look
in his eyes, don’t look in his eyes, you are the leader of the power
rangers you know what’s best. Just don’t let him get you with those abused
puppy eyes……DAMN IT!
I take a deep breath and prepare my self for the
worst. “Tommy listen to me you have got to take a shower, or a bath. I don’t
care which one but it has to be one.
Neither one of us is leaving this bathroom until you do.” There I said
it. I am the gold ranger, I am in control…… I am the BIGEST idiot in the world.
He stares at me brokenly. “Please don’t.” Okay
knew plan. I sit down beside him on the floor and move him into my lap. He
tenses slightly but relaxes the instant I start stroking his hair back. After a
minute he meekly moves his head to my shoulder hiding his tear streaked face
against my neck.
We stayed like that until I figured I had finally
won him over with gentle touches and reassurances and an occasional kiss. All
and all a good hour. “You feel better now?” He nods slightly against me. “Good.
Come on then.” I help him up and over to the tub. He’s clutching me tightly as
if I can protect him from anything, that worries me more then any thing else,
because I know I can’t.
I turn on the water waiting for it to hit a nice
temperature, and pull the stopper into place when it does. It doesn’t take long
for the tub to fill and once it does I raise Tommys head gently so I can look
him in the eyes. “Your gonna be fine bro. I’m not going to let anything hurt
you.” He’s trembling badly now, but manages to nod yes. So as gently as I can I
slip the dark red bathrobe off him and help him into the water.
He’s so thin that when he breathes you can see his
ribs poking out under the paper thin layer of skin. He entire body is covered
with scars and bruises from the torture that they put him though. I would never
admit this of course but the first time I saw him, I mean really saw him, and
what they had done to him I broke down and cried.
So now here we are nearly a month later.
He flinches instantly. I don’t blame him though
his injuries still haven’t heeled and the water probably hurts him.
“You okay?” He nods yes, but I’m pretty sure he’s
just doing that to please me. But still I hand him the wash rag and soap which
he takes rather reluctantly. I wasn’t quit sure if I should leave or not, so I
stalled. “You need any help?” He sighed deeply but shook his head no. “Okay
I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I stand to leave but he grabs my wrist to stop
me. “Don’t….. don’t go.” He casts his gaze away from me and waits for my
response. “K.” I situate myself back down on the floor and wait.
It takes a good hour but he’s finally completely
clean. I help him out and wrap a warm towel around him. He’s exostied now and
we both know it. So I dry him off and carry him back to bed, wrapping the soft covers
around him. “What did they do to you bro.” It’s more of a statement then a
question but he opens his eyes and ecnoladges me any ways. “My fault.” It’s
said with such child like innocents that I actually have think a minute before
responding. “What was?” He simply stares at me brokenly with those beautiful
brown eyes. “Don’t leave me.” I slowly ease my self onto the other side of the
bed and move closer to him situating my self in a comfortable position, I’ll be
there for a while. After I’m comfortable I gently stroke his long damp hair
back, getting a soft sigh of pleasure and thanks out of my abused boy. “I’ll
never leave you.” He finally closes his eyes and settles back into to the
covers and pillows having been given the reasurance he needed for the night. “I
love you Tom.” He mumbles a response but it is to laced with sleep to be
understandable. But I know, don’t ask me how, but I know it was, I love you too
bro.