Disclaimer:
I still don’t own PR. Wish I did but sadly that’s not ever happening unless
Disney decides to gift me with it.
AN: So I
decided that there was a lack of Flynn/Gemma fiction out there. I really do
like them as a pairing so this idea just kind of popped into my head. I hope
you enjoy it. And once again..I
tried to do Flynn’s accent justice. I apologize if there are any mistakes
there. Also to those who tried to read this story earlier but read something else..I'm so sorry! Stupid document thingy. But it's fixed now. Sorry for the
confusion!
Dedication:
To my lovely sister Pink_Green_White_4ever. Who let me ramble on about this and
who suggested the amazing title.
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She was being
chased through the desert but she didn’t know by what. It was a monster of some
sort but she didn’t dare turn around to see anything else. She had to keep
running, had to keep going, had to lead it away from where she and Gem had been
hiding for all those months. If the monster discovered what they’d been doing
then it’d all be over. She had to lead it away from Gem and the cave. The only
problem was that she’d been running for god knows how long and the heat was
really starting to get to her. It was making her tired and her body was
definitely slowing down as the monster was gaining on her. But she kept
pushing, kept running until finally her body gave out and she collapsed into
the simmering desert sand.
Panic
overwhelmed her when she hit the ground and she scrambled to push herself back
up, but Gemma’s body was having absolutely none of
it. It was exhausted and going to stay right where it was despite the fact that
there was a monster fast approaching. What was worse was that she couldn’t even
get to her morpher and she was sure that it would be useless if she could use
it because she had no energy. She could sense the monster getting closer, could
feel its eyes on her, the hunger in the breaths it took, she could feel, could
feel it, and then nothing.
Gemma’s eyes flew open as she bolted upright in bed. She heard
herself gasping for breath as she focused on clearing her head and making the
room stop the spinning it was currently doing. She took deep breaths as she
attempted to right her world and convince herself that everything she had just
seen was only a dream. Just a dream. That’s all it
was; a dream playing off of the memories that she tried not to think about now
in days. She was alright, she was safe, she was in
That’s what
Gemma kept telling herself as she glanced around the room to find that Gem was
undisturbed in his own slumber and in that instant she knew she had to get out
of the room. She needed air and she needed water because her throat was killing
her. She just needed to not be near her bed at the moment and those thoughts
propelled her to quietly slip out of her bed and then move just as quietly
through her shared room with Gem to get to the door. She was out in the hallway
in a matter of seconds and closing the door behind her, all the while thanking
the stars that Gem hadn’t woken up throughout her entire ordeal. As much as she
loved her brother, she didn’t need him comforting her right now. She just
needed to get away from this room and the memories it was making her relive
right now.
It was with
that thought on her mind that Gemma found herself moving on autopilot down the
stairs and through the common living area that she and the rest of the Rangers
occupied when they weren’t fighting Venjix. She barely registered that the
television was still on and that there was a form on the couch watching it as
she moved into the kitchen. When she was finally in the room she went to the
cabinets, pulled out a glass, and filled it with water. She gulped the liquid
like it would be the last time she ever got it and felt her throat calm down as
she did so. Gemma was grateful for that as she pulled the glass away and wiped
her mouth on the back of her hand, not really caring for any kind of propriety
right now. After all, it was late and despite the fact that her body had calmed
down from the nightmare her mind was still racing.
She couldn’t
stop thinking about what had happened in her head. She couldn’t stop thinking
about the Wasteland and how hard she’d had to fight there. The memories being
brought to life were ones she’d worked so so hard to
push away because they were something that no person should ever have to live
through once let alone relive again and again. But it seemed that her
subconscious had other plans for her tonight; ones that involved her on the
verge of a panic attack because her brain wouldn’t shut up. She didn’t want to
think right now, didn’t want to relive the desperation and fear that had griped
her out in the Wasteland but she couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop and Gemma was
absolutely terrified because she couldn’t do anything about it.
When she
noticed her hands shaking, Gemma quietly put her glass on the counter and let
herself lean against it. She tried to take deep breaths in order to calm
herself down, closed her eyes to will the world away, and tried her best to
just make everything disappear. Unfortunately for Gemma, her plan would never
get the chance to work because it was intercepted by a rather disheveled
looking Blue Ranger by the name of Flynn.
“Gemma?”
His voice made
her jump and her eyes snap open and fly to him. She was surprised to find that
instead of his usual jeans and t-shirt, he had on blue sweat pants and a white
undershirt that really just made him look all the more in shape. His hair was
going every which way and if Gemma were to be honest right now Flynn McAllister
looked adorable and was providing a nice distraction for her mind. However,
what she didn’t like was the fact that his eyes screamed of concern and it had
to be for her. She didn’t want that because it would mean Flynn would want to
talk, to make her talk, and she didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to relive
so she was going to have to try and convince the man who’d become one of her
best friends and object of her crush that she was just fine.
“Y-yeah?” she
asked slowly and at the confirmation that it was indeed her Flynn moved into
the room and of course he came to stand right in front of her. That concern was
still there as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and just looked at her
for a moment before finally deciding to speak.
“You’re up
awfully late lass, is everythin’ alrigh’?”
“F-fine,” she
answered quickly. “Just thirsty is all.”
“Thirsty?” he
asked and she nodded quickly.
Flynn’s eyes
hardened just a bit at her answer and he let out a breath of air that he’d been
holding in.
“Really? Because you walked righ’ past
me lass, no hi or how are you, somethin’ you usually
do when you see me.”
“Oh, well, I
was really parched. I was going to say hi on my way back upstairs,” Gemma
answered quickly. Entirely too quickly for Flynn’s tastes as he adjusted his
position just a bit to put himself a little closer to her body.
“Well lass
when you walked past me it looked like you were scared out of yer mind. An’ I was watchin’ you
just now an’ you just, you looked shaken as all hell. You still look shaken.
I’m worried because this isn’t you. What happened
Gemma?”
Gemma felt her
heart stop at the vast amount of concern she saw openly displayed on Flynn’s
face and felt a crack begin to surface on the already weak armor she’d put up
upon his entrance tonight. She didn’t necessarily want to breakdown in front of
him but here Flynn was, pushing her despite the resistance when all she wanted
to do was make the world right again.
“Please don’t
ask me that,” she whispered quietly, pulling her arms up to cross in front of
her chest only to be stopped his hands on her wrists. “Stop that. I don’t want
to talk about it.”
“You may not
want to but I think you need to Gemma. Whatever it is it’s makin’
you jumpy an’ I’m worried for you and about what I’ve seen here tonight. And I
don’ like worrying about you lass. I care about you too much for that.”
Gemma felt her
eyes widen at those last words and she felt that armor being to crack just a
little more and tears were threatening to make an appearance in her eyes right
about now. She really didn’t want to do this in front of Flynn of all people,
but he’d just said that he cared about her and from the way he was looking at
her he apparently cared quite a lot. But still, she was Gemma, she was happy
and bubbly and she just didn’t breakdown because of stupid nightmares bringing
up old memories.
“Flynn I don’t
want to talk about it. It’s stupid really. Just a stupid nightmare and..” She closed her mouth after she let the last part slip
out and saw his eyes change from concerned to understanding in an instant.
“A nightmare
has what’s got you like this then?” he asked and she nodded after a moment’s
hesitation. No sense in denying it now that he knew about it.
“What was it
about lass?”
“N-nothing. It was stupid. Please stop asking questions,” Gemma
whispered quietly, desperate to throw him off because that armor was holding on
by its mere hinges right now. She wanted to cry and tell him everything because
for some strange reason, she felt like he’d make her world right again.
Gemma guessed
it was because she and Flynn had become increasingly close over the past few
weeks. Ever since working together, Gemma had been trying to find reason to
just be alone with Flynn but it was hard. Gem always seemed to be around when
they got close to being alone together but sometimes they managed it. Those
were times that Gemma absolutely treasured because Flynn got her in ways that Gem
didn’t. She always felt safe when she was with him, comfortable, she could
easily tell him all about it. But her pride was still wide awake inside of her
and she was still resolved to not break down in front of him. That was until
she made the very big mistake of looking into Flynn’s eyes and saw the
determination and the compassion rooted in them.
“It’s got you
awfully shaken up so it can’t have been that stupid lass. Tell me what happened
in your nightmare. It’ll make you feel better. I promise.”
“You don’t
know that,” she accused roughly, pulling her arms out of his grasp and turning
herself away from Flynn and most importantly his entirely too disarming eyes.
She thought that maybe just maybe that action would make him get the message
and leave her alone. She didn’t want to upset him but she didn’t want to talk
about this right now. She didn’t want to talk about what that nightmare was
ever.
For a few
moments, Gemma thought that maybe this attempt at throwing Flynn off had
worked, that maybe just maybe he’d leave her alone with her thoughts. But those
hopes went to hell the moment she felt Flynn’s warm body behind hers and his
arms wrapping around her waist to tug her to him. She felt herself let out a
hiccup of surprise at the sudden contact of her body to his but found that she
honestly couldn’t fight him off. His touch was actually a welcome thing after
that nightmare and Gemma found herself wanting to melt into him when he put his
chin on her shoulder.
“I do know
that actually. Talkin’ about things helps you sort
them out. Your nightmare obviously freaked you out an’ I want to help you not
be so scared. I’m not letting you leave until you talk lass.”
His
deliciously attractive voice was right by her ear and the contact of his breath
to her skin made her shiver and curse him at the same time. Why in
“I was in the
Wasteland. Alone. I was trying to lure a monster away
from the base Gem and I had set up. So I ran, I ran hard and fast, and I really
tried to keep going but it was just so so hot that my
body gave out on me. And then I could feel the monster on me and..it was just awful,” she
finished softly, trying to take deep breaths of air as she felt Flynn hug her
body closer. She shivered again when his hand came up to stroke her arm in
comfort.
“I don’t blame
you for bein’ scared like you were lass. The
Wasteland’s a scary place for anyone.”
“You have no
idea,” she murmured, just loud enough for the two of them to hear in the faint
light of the kitchen. “The nightmare wasn’t so bad…it just brought up memories
of actually living there. The things we saw there, the people we couldn’t save,
the attack bots we couldn’t stop, all of the desperation and fear. The things that I’ve tried so so hard to
get rid of. Things I don’t want to think about, they just came and hit
me full on tonight Flynn. It just freaked me out.”
Gemma felt
herself let out a breath of relief as she finished talking. She wasn’t exactly
sure if she felt any better about it but she definitely didn’t feel any worse.
The only thing that was really bothering her was that she’d given into Flynn’s
demand, she’d given into a moment of weakness. Weakness, to Gemma, had always
been something that hadn’t existed before becoming a Ranger. In Alphabet Soup
she hadn’t had to worry because she hadn’t known any other life than being one
of the best. In the Wasteland, weakness was a dangerous thing to show because
monsters would use it and exploit you in a heartbeat. In
But once
again, she found that being in Flynn’s arms, taking comfort from his strength
and most importantly the warmth of his embrace wasn’t such a bad thing. It felt
right, she felt good like this, and these were things she hadn’t ever
considered before.
“Gemma, I can’
imagine what you an’ Gem went through in the Wasteland. I can’t even begin to
imagine what it was like to actually live out there with nowhere else to go. So
I’m not going to pretend to understand because that would be wrong of me,” he
began very softly, pausing ever so briefly in order to turn her around to face
him. He still kept her in his arms, still held her close, but she made sure to
keep her gaze on him. His face was serious but his eyes held all the compassion
in the world. Gemma wanted to melt under them, but she somehow managed to keep
herself in check.
“But what I
can tell you is that right now, in this moment, you’re safe. I can’ always
promise it’ll be that way because we have dangerous jobs but for the moment you
are safe. I won’ let you be anythin’ else right now
lass.”
When his
forehead came to rest on hers, Gemma felt her breathing literally stop in her
throat. This entire night seemed be full of things she hadn’t been expecting
but for the first time all night, Gemma found herself
not caring. Flynn’s words had warmed her and now his touch was soothing her in
ways she didn’t feel like analyzing right now. What she did analyze was the
fact that Flynn was close to her, very close to her, and she liked it. She
liked him and even though she’d never had feelings like this for anyone of the
opposite sex ever before she was more than willing to explore them. Preferably
right now when they were all alone with no twin brother to interrupt them and
when he was just being one of the most understanding people in the entire
world.
“Gemma?”
His
questioning voice caused her to break out of her thinking and her gaze was back
on him in an instant.
“Thank you,”
she said quickly and quietly, managing to give him a small smile in the
process. “You have no idea what you’ve just done for me Flynn. I feel so much
better now. You always make me feel better. Thank you.”
Without even
really thinking about her actions Gemma pulled her head away from Flynn’s and
quickly leaned up to brush her lips against his cheek in thanks. What she
didn’t expect was to have Flynn’s head moving at the exact time and their lips
to meeting in a very awkward position. Gemma felt her body freeze at the
initial contact, shock radiating throughout her entire being as her lips
touched Flynn’s in the most innocent of ways. Part of her wanted to pull back,
but that part was quickly told to shove it the very moment Flynn’s surprise
faded and his lips moved against hers.
Gemma panicked
at first because Flynn was kissing her, really kissing her, and she had no idea
what to do with herself. She’d never kissed anyone before and now she was being
kissed. This was good reason to freak out, but not a good enough reason to pull
herself away from his tentatively moving lips. So
instead of focusing on what she didn’t know how to do, Gemma decided to let her
instincts hopefully take over for her.
So slowly,
very slowly, and very hesitantly she moved her lips against his, and almost
smiled when she felt Flynn smile against her lips. But she didn’t trust her
lips to do two things at once and she really wanted to get this kissing thing
right so she let him do the smiling, as her lips started to get the hang of
things. Flynn’s lips were soft against her own as they moved together, pecking,
gliding, and when his hand came up to lightly cup her cheek she instantly moved
her body close to his own. She did her best to match his lips move for move and
Gemma decided that kissing, when it made her insides tremble and quiver in all
the right ways was amazing.
Gemma felt a
curse bubbling in her mind the very moment her lungs started screaming for
oxygen of some kind and she reluctantly pulled herself away from Flynn and
those lips of his. She was breathing deeply when they finally disengaged from
each other but smiled when she realized she wasn’t the only trying to get her
bearings back. She felt said smile widen the very moment Flynn pulled her flush
against him and her arms immediately went to wrap around his neck.
“You have no
idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for lass,” Flynn muttered.
“You have?”
Gemma asked, surprised as she looked up into his eyes and seeing smiles right
there.
“Yes you silly
girl. I’ve liked you for awhile but I just didn’t know what to do about it.
You’re always with Gem an’ I didn’ want to intrude on
that. You’ve had him by your side longer than me lass an’…”
“You wouldn’t
have,” she responds quickly, letting her fingers run along the base of his neck
as their foreheads lean together once more. “Intruded I mean. I love my brother
but he’s just that. My brother. You’re my teammate and
my confidant and now..well
what are you? Because I liked kissing you.”
He chuckles
and presses a kiss to her cheek in response to that and she can’t help but
giggle at the contact.
“I liked kissin’ you too lass,” he murmured softly. “I also like bein’ your teammate an’ your confidant because you’re those
things to me too. An’ well what do you want to be? This is up to you here
Gemma. I’m no’ goin’ to push you for somethin’ you’re not ready for.”
Gemma felt
herself pause at those words, and once more her heart was ready to melt at his
words. He was going to let her take point on this, let her decide their fate,
and Gemma was just absolutely floored by the gesture he was making. One that made her absolutely certain in her feelings for Flynn and
in her next move when it came to him, her, and what they could be together.
“Flynn I want
to be more than what we already are. I have no clue
what that is but I just, I want to give it a try,” she answered slowly,
calculating her words to sound right. “I just know I want more. If you do.”
“Oh I do. I
promise I do. An’ you’re sure about this? You wan’ to be more
than friends? You wan’ a relationship?”
“I really do.
I may fail at it though. I’ve never been in one before.”
When he laughs
at her she simply glares at him and he does nothing but laugh more at her
before pressing a kiss to her nose.
“Lass everyone
thinks they’ll fail at a relationship when it begins. We’ll sort through it
together.”
“Sounds like a
plan to me,” she murmured before pulling her head away from Flynn’s in order to
bury her head against his chest. His hold on her tightens even more and another
kiss is pressed to the top of her head as they just stand there like that for a
few minutes, and Gemma knows that everything will be alright. Her nightmare was
just that, a nightmare, and she’ll get through the issues she has with the Wasteland
in due time. Except with this time comes Flynn and his support and his ear to
listen, when she’s ready to divulge everything.
“Hey Flynn?”
she mumbled into his chest, not quite ready to pull away from the comfort of
his arms right now. In fact she would be quite content to spend the rest of her
night there because really going back to sleep, even if she feels better, is
not an option for her mind right now. She knows it was just a nightmare but she
doesn’t want to risk another one just yet. And really why would she want to go
back to sleep when she’s got Flynn right here with her?
“Yes?”
Gemma pulled
her head away from his chest then and looked up at him with a small smile on
her face.
“I don’t
really want to go back to sleep just yet. Do you think I can stay out here with
you?”
Flynn simply
smiled at the request and nodded before pulling his arms away from Gemma and
stepping away from her. He gently grabbed her hand and she let him lead her out
to the living area and straight to the couch. They settled on it fairly
quickly, finding a comfortable position that involved Flynn’s arms wrapped
around her as she let her own body curl against his chest. It was nice, not
saying anything, simply silent communication as they watched some sort of late
night talk show together. Gemma nearly laughed at the calm atmosphere they’d
set up in a matter of minutes. She hadn’t expected this to happen tonight.
Hadn’t planned on her nightmare, and certainly hadn’t planned on Flynn. But she
guessed that sometimes you had to have some bad in your life before something
really good happened. And she had already decided that Flynn was a good thing
in her life and if she had to suffer a nightmare to get him like he was, well
Gemma decided that she could certainly deal with that.
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