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.
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
"Shhhhh Tommy, I
know you hurt." He looked up at me with those dark, pained eyes, but
didn’t whimper again. He’s so weak and helpless, that I’m surprised he’s even
lasted this long. Damn Zedd and Rita. This wasn’t right, they went way to far.
I still can’t get over the fact that he’s alive though. Or the fact that I was
the one that brought him back. Not that I deserves a lot of credit. I mean yeah
I may have saved him, but then so did the other rangers.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(2 weeks ago) “He’s not Tommy any more. Kat there’s
nothen we can do for him. Tommy whimpered louder and pulled on his chains. Gods
but he was mess. “Let me get this straight. We spend two years trying to bring
him back from Zedd and Ritas prison and torture and now that we finally
succeeded you just want to abandon him?” The other rangers stared at me evenly.
“We owed it to him to save him. We did that. But Kathrine there’s only so much
we can do. He’s just to far gone.” I spared another glance at the blood covered
naked red ranger that I had once loved so much, as he crouched against the
wall. “What do you expect us to do with him?” Jason asked me again. He was the
only one besides me that could bear to look at Tommy the others just couldn’t
bring them selves to. “I don’t know.” I comfessed. “Then why the hell did you
call us here!?” Kimberly was beyond lossing her cool. We had contacted her more
out of respect then any thing else. I had thought she would be over joyed to
have him back but she only seemed annoyed and angrey. Tanya shook her head
sadly. “Because I… I don’t like the other two options.” We all knew what those
were. One we’d have to stick him in an asylum, where he’d be drugged, and hurt
on a daily bases. Or two…... Just end it, like Kim says we should have done in
the first place. I just couldn’t let that happen. I looked at him again. His
eyes were dim and animalistic, his movements hesitant and scared as if one
wrong move would result in horrid punishment. I just couldn’t let him be hurt
any more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I tried to feed him. But
that had proved more trouble then it was worth, he had refused to drink or eat
and when I’d try to force feed him he would start to cry. So I decided that it
was just easier to let him eat when he wanted to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(2 weeks ago) “Come on
Tommy, you gotta eat something.” He simply stared back at me tears streaming
down his face. “You’re not going get better unless you eat.” He hates it when I
yell but that seems to be the only way to get my point across. I moved him so
that I was holding him in my lap, ignoring his lean naked body for the moment.
Now was not the time for that. Gently laying his head against my chest I put
the glass of juice up to his mouth practically begging him to drink. “It’s okay
love, drink.” He hesitated a moment longer but then finally gulp down the
liquid.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I return to the task at
hand, I’m trying to wash his cuts and burns again, it’s not a fun task. He
refuses to get in the bath tub so I have to put him in bed and just clean him
up with a wet towel or rag. It’s nearly impossible not to hurt him as I drag the damp wash rag down over his body. He
trembles weakly from fear and pain as I clean him up. Damn I wish he would get
better. Suddenly he lets out a loud whimper as I brush a particularly bad gash
on his left thigh. Closing his eyes he begins to cry again. The first few days
it took me a while to understand what was wrong when he did this. But now I
knew. I had told him to be quiet and he had made a noise. In his mind he had
disobeyed a command and was now going to get beaten shitless for it. I stop and
set the rag down and begin to reassure him. I gently stroke his hair, and
whisper soothing words to him. After he calms I wipe the tears off his face and
give him a soft kiss for good measure. If anybody would have told me two years
ago that I would be doing this with the leader of the power rangers I would
have locked them up in the loony bin.
Not wanting to upset or
hurt him any more today I give up undress and climb into bed next to him. He
seemed to sleep better when I was with him. “How’s he doing tonight?” I don’t
have the energy to even look up. “Same.” Jason had just got out of the shower,
he smelled liked soap and honey as he climbed into bed next to us. He reached
out to stoke his partners face but Tommy flinched away nervously. “Tommy, it’s
alright.” He looked at me perhaps for my approval or reassurance that it was
indeed alright. I nodded lightly and wrapped my arm around his waist. Jason did
the same. He seemed to understand that neither Jason nor myself would hurt him,
but he was still afraid. I’m not sure if that’s because he remembers us, or
just because we’ve been the only people, protecting and caring for him these
past weeks. Jason carefully wraps the blankets around the three of us and Tommy
finally closes his eyes and settles in our arms. With any luck he’ll sleep for
a few hours. “Jason.” It’s said so softly that if it hadn’t been for my
hightened ranger hearing I would have missed it. Jason stroked his hair back.
“Ssshhh, I’m right here bro.” He responded using their old nickname for one
anouther. He remained quite a moment more before nuzzling against me. “Kat.” I
gave him a gentle kiss on the neck before replying. “We’re both here love.” He
purred in response before falling asleep. I gaze at Jason. “He’s gonna be
alright.” He gives me an even gaze back. “He’s gonna be alright.”
To be Continued ………