I once was to write a Time Force epic chronicalling a love between Nadira and Trip.
Unfortunately, this short excerpt will be as much as I ever get done. Cheers!
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The Clocktower was desolate that day, and it was the way Trip preffered it. It was only during times like there where he could be alone with Nadira, and be comfortable. Oftentimes he was scared and rather disturbed by the fact they could not be seen in public or even in front of his own friends, who were close enough to him to be considered family. Finishing filling the glass with the pink-hued liquid, Trip exited in the kitchen and started towards the general living area.
He handed her a small glass of lemonade and joined her on the couch. The pink-haired young woman sipped a portion of it slowly, and placed it down on a box that doubled as a table. She found herself into his warm embrace, and it was comforting. Her eyes turned to meet his. She loved the fact that he always made eye contact. Most people would not do that with her, not with who her father was. Trip never was so afraid that he had to look away; even those few times they had encountered Ransik.
"Trip?" she inquired.
He paused for a second. "Yeah?"
"Make me a promise."
"Anything for you, anything at all." He smiled.
She reached up and grabbed some stray locks of pink hair. Gently, she smoothed them out of the line of her sight. She sighed, knowing what she was about to ask would be difficult, yet if accomplished, rewarding to her in the most. "Don't let my dad come to get me. Ever. Please?"
He glanced at the amber sun as it lay peeking through the window like a curious child. "He'll never lay a finger on you again, I promise." He softly placed his lips on her cotton candy-colored hair. "Trust me."
She erupted with a contented sigh, and her eyelids fell closed. Nadira was not making the effort or trying to sleep; quite the contrary. The action provided a safe sense of security; safe from a world full of children who could possess evil and abusive fathers, who would suffer through endless streams of defeat after defeat. Her mind shuddered, and she snuggled closer to the warm chest near by.
Trip glanced down on her face, and he had to grin a little. This was his girlfriend; he was proud of her. He knew that his green scalp would be proudly displayed on Ransik's trophy case. But he knew, here with him, Nadira was safe and protected from anyone that might want to do her harm.
The click of boots on the floor signified the return of the others, and the other four Rangers tromped in. Lucas was first to discover the unlikely duo on the couch. His eyes went wide with shock.
"What the heck? Trip and..Nadira?" His sudden outburst startled the two, and drew the attention of the other Rangers. Jen and Katie's jaws simultanesly dropped to the floor. Nadira looked around at the all the Rangers. Their expressions were almost all the same: cross. They had not expected the girl Trip was talking about to be her.
Definitley not her.
The two sat up straight on the couch as Jen's cold glare penetrated all of them. Perhaps she's jealous... thought Nadira, that both Trip and I have found someone, and she hasn't had anyone since my father killed her boyfriend.
"I thought you said no one was going to be here!" the formerly secret girlfriend hissed.
"I didn't think anyone would be here." he whispered back.
Jen pointed to the door. "Leave now, Nadira. Don't come back, don't look back. Leave us and Trip alone. Understand?"
Nadira rose and pouted. " You, girl," she snarled, "give a bad name to the color pink!" With a twist of her long hair, she briskly walked out the door, her white cape fluttering behind her.
Trip started up to go after her, but was blocked by Lucas.
" Where do you think you're going, Trip? That's Nadira, dude. Ransik's daughter! And you're trying to wine and dine her?"
Trip glared. " I love her."
He sighed. " That whiny little brat? She's nothing, Trip. She's not right for you. She's a nosy, pesky, annoying little bitch.."
The Blue Ranger didn't get to finish as the Green Ranger went on the offenseive. Trip wrapped his hands around Lucas' throat and began to apply as much pressure as Zybrainlly possible. " You take that back! You take that back, right now!"
Katie pulled Trip off of Lucas. Lucas collapsed into a chair, struggling to catch his breath. Jen stomped up to Trip, then locked faces. She tried to force their pupils to meet, dead center. The Zybrain would not look the leader in the face. She delivered an ultimatum.
"Trip..." she started, wondering how to phrase it, " you go after Nadira, you might as well not come back."
Silently, Trip unsnapped his morpher. He lovingly ran his fingers down the sides and raised it to his lips. Trip pressed it against his lip, and with that, his gaze of pure respect and appreciation for his Rangering job became that of intense disdain. He proceeded to shove the morpher into Jen's unprepared hands. As he was in pursuit of Nadira, Trip bolted towards the door, then his mind began to wonder. He halted at the door and took one more long, thoughtful gaze around his time appropriate place of residence.
Then he was gone.
Unfortunately, this short excerpt will be as much as I ever get done. Cheers!
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The Clocktower was desolate that day, and it was the way Trip preffered it. It was only during times like there where he could be alone with Nadira, and be comfortable. Oftentimes he was scared and rather disturbed by the fact they could not be seen in public or even in front of his own friends, who were close enough to him to be considered family. Finishing filling the glass with the pink-hued liquid, Trip exited in the kitchen and started towards the general living area.
He handed her a small glass of lemonade and joined her on the couch. The pink-haired young woman sipped a portion of it slowly, and placed it down on a box that doubled as a table. She found herself into his warm embrace, and it was comforting. Her eyes turned to meet his. She loved the fact that he always made eye contact. Most people would not do that with her, not with who her father was. Trip never was so afraid that he had to look away; even those few times they had encountered Ransik.
"Trip?" she inquired.
He paused for a second. "Yeah?"
"Make me a promise."
"Anything for you, anything at all." He smiled.
She reached up and grabbed some stray locks of pink hair. Gently, she smoothed them out of the line of her sight. She sighed, knowing what she was about to ask would be difficult, yet if accomplished, rewarding to her in the most. "Don't let my dad come to get me. Ever. Please?"
He glanced at the amber sun as it lay peeking through the window like a curious child. "He'll never lay a finger on you again, I promise." He softly placed his lips on her cotton candy-colored hair. "Trust me."
She erupted with a contented sigh, and her eyelids fell closed. Nadira was not making the effort or trying to sleep; quite the contrary. The action provided a safe sense of security; safe from a world full of children who could possess evil and abusive fathers, who would suffer through endless streams of defeat after defeat. Her mind shuddered, and she snuggled closer to the warm chest near by.
Trip glanced down on her face, and he had to grin a little. This was his girlfriend; he was proud of her. He knew that his green scalp would be proudly displayed on Ransik's trophy case. But he knew, here with him, Nadira was safe and protected from anyone that might want to do her harm.
The click of boots on the floor signified the return of the others, and the other four Rangers tromped in. Lucas was first to discover the unlikely duo on the couch. His eyes went wide with shock.
"What the heck? Trip and..Nadira?" His sudden outburst startled the two, and drew the attention of the other Rangers. Jen and Katie's jaws simultanesly dropped to the floor. Nadira looked around at the all the Rangers. Their expressions were almost all the same: cross. They had not expected the girl Trip was talking about to be her.
Definitley not her.
The two sat up straight on the couch as Jen's cold glare penetrated all of them. Perhaps she's jealous... thought Nadira, that both Trip and I have found someone, and she hasn't had anyone since my father killed her boyfriend.
"I thought you said no one was going to be here!" the formerly secret girlfriend hissed.
"I didn't think anyone would be here." he whispered back.
Jen pointed to the door. "Leave now, Nadira. Don't come back, don't look back. Leave us and Trip alone. Understand?"
Nadira rose and pouted. " You, girl," she snarled, "give a bad name to the color pink!" With a twist of her long hair, she briskly walked out the door, her white cape fluttering behind her.
Trip started up to go after her, but was blocked by Lucas.
" Where do you think you're going, Trip? That's Nadira, dude. Ransik's daughter! And you're trying to wine and dine her?"
Trip glared. " I love her."
He sighed. " That whiny little brat? She's nothing, Trip. She's not right for you. She's a nosy, pesky, annoying little bitch.."
The Blue Ranger didn't get to finish as the Green Ranger went on the offenseive. Trip wrapped his hands around Lucas' throat and began to apply as much pressure as Zybrainlly possible. " You take that back! You take that back, right now!"
Katie pulled Trip off of Lucas. Lucas collapsed into a chair, struggling to catch his breath. Jen stomped up to Trip, then locked faces. She tried to force their pupils to meet, dead center. The Zybrain would not look the leader in the face. She delivered an ultimatum.
"Trip..." she started, wondering how to phrase it, " you go after Nadira, you might as well not come back."
Silently, Trip unsnapped his morpher. He lovingly ran his fingers down the sides and raised it to his lips. Trip pressed it against his lip, and with that, his gaze of pure respect and appreciation for his Rangering job became that of intense disdain. He proceeded to shove the morpher into Jen's unprepared hands. As he was in pursuit of Nadira, Trip bolted towards the door, then his mind began to wonder. He halted at the door and took one more long, thoughtful gaze around his time appropriate place of residence.
Then he was gone.
"Anyways, he will also have a partner, to be choust of his choice?"
"Choust of his choice? Dude, my English teacher speaks better espanol than that!"
"Choust of his choice? Dude, my English teacher speaks better espanol than that!"
