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Power Rangers: Wild Force short stories |
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Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you? I don�t own them!!!! Contentment Lucid Lady She was content. Her eyes fallowed the three figures in the water. Their dark heads showing prominently against the clear blue water. They were dear to her, these three figures. In fact these three along with a fourth currently formed the center of her world. One, the oldest of the trio, was the man she had loved for longer than she could remember. The younger two, the children she had born to the world three summers prior, were almost carbon copies of the older, their father. Casting a glance around the clearing she found her fourth loved one napping, her curly head pillowed by the gray fur on the one who had been her father�s companion for many years prior. She lay back in the grass. As she did her hand came to rest on her still flat stomach. She couldn�t help but smile at the thought of the little one who would soon join her other four loved ones. Yes, she was very content. |
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Note: This a short Shayla/Merrick bit. It was inspired by watching End of the Power Rangers five times in less than one day. It had many memorable moments (e.g. half naked wet Cole). It was an excellent conclusion to the series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heart Beat Lucid Lady She had watched him rejoin the others. Her heart was breaking but she knew that while this was not his time this was his home. His place was here on Earth. She could not keep him. She did not doubt his heart. It was strong, it was true, and, while somewhat tainted, it was pure. And it beat for her. It beat for her, just as hers beat for him. She would let him go. Let him live a life that didn�t include duty. Some day she might see him again, but first she must let him go. |
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She Doesn�t Drink Lucid Lady Few eyes fallowed him as he made his way to the bar. �Slow night?� Were the curt words that he posed to the older man behind the bar. �Always at least one during a week.� The small smile that fallowed those words was replaced by a frown as he, for the first time that night, noticed the petite, thin feminine figure that occupied the first stool at the end of the bar. �She doesn�t drink.� �Huh?� His eyes returned to the place�s owner. �Her,� the statement was fallowed by a gesture toward the figure that had been the object of his sight. �She doesn�t drink. Ordered water.� �Fascinating.� He replied dryly. �Pretty,� the older gentleman corrected. �Might want to keep an eye on her.� �I�ll keep that in mind.� Even as time moved closer to the midnight hour, the brown haired figure never moved from her spot at the bar. He gave a quick glance around the room before heading towards her. �May I?� he asked pointing to the empty stool beside her. �You shouldn�t have to ask.� The voice was a pleasant one. One he knew. One he knew well enough to hear in his dreams at night. �Having fun?� �It�s quiet.� �Movie night?� He watched her lips twitch upward into a slight smile before falling back into their previous forlorn position. �I�m tired of hearing the word princess.� The admission came out quick and exasperated. He nodded his head in understanding. �Are the others aware of this?� �They�ll figure it out.� He had no doubt that they would. He also had no doubt that he would be seeing much more of her until they did. �New friend?� the gravelly voice interrupted his thoughts. �Willie, Shayla. Shayla, Willie.� �Nice to meet you, ma�am.� �You too.� The lightness of her tone left no doubt in his mind that he had just made her day.. |
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Copyright 2003 Sarah M Anderson |
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