Fic: "Serving Tables" (PRDT)
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estiroseThis is my newest request fic. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tptigger requested Trent and Tommy (not romantic), wifi, albatross, milkshake. This comes as close as Trent wanted it to get. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
Set in the same universe as, and follows, "White is the Color of Guilt".
Title: Serving Tables
Author: Estirose
Fandom: PRDT (OA Hayley AU)
Spoilers: "White is the Color of Guilt"
Notes: See above
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Serving Tables
by Estirose
c 2006
Trent brushed his hair, glad that he no longer had to wear the stupid headband - even with it nearly blending in, he'd still hated it. He wished, and not for the first time, that he hadn't walked into Mesogog's invisiportal, and hadn't been the lucky person chosen by the White DinoGem.
Although, he wondered, who would have gotten it if he hadn't showed up in the wrong place in the wrong time? Mesogog? Elsa? Zeltrax? Any of those were possible; the Gem was certainly sadistic enough.
But instead, the Gem had chosen him, made itself a virtual albatross around his neck. Made him evil, caused him problems, and he couldn't get away until he died. At least it was fixed now; he might be able to live the rest of his life, no matter how long or short it would end up being.
Sure, it had brought him some good things. A support structure to be envied, and a chance to be a hero. But he could do without the energy showers, his third father before he turned eighteen, and the general headaches being a Ranger involved.
Trent washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, back into the main room of Hayley's Cyberspace. Here, at least he could pretend that nothing was strange, that nothing was out of the ordinary. Serve milkshakes and hamburgers and fix the occasional wi-fi connection, that he could do. Be a hero? He still wasn't sure about that, no matter what his new father and Jason said.
All he wanted to be was an artist. Draw superheroes. Draw cute girls. Maybe make a name for himself. But that didn't seem to be in the cards now; it was hard to draw when one's life felt like it was in so much disorder.
He wondered if his life would ever stabilize, if he'd ever go back to being a normal teenager. He had a feeling the answer was no.
Not when his new father was the longest-serving Power Ranger. Not when he himself had issues to work out. It could have been far worse, had he not been saved, he reminded himself. Mesogog as a father? He'd probably be dead.
Maybe his current situation wasn't as bad as he thought. Maybe he'd get used to it. He had time, if he survived.
In the meantime. Back to pretending. Serving. Fixing computers.
It wasn't a bad life.
-end
tptigger requested Trent and Tommy (not romantic), wifi, albatross, milkshake. This comes as close as Trent wanted it to get. Hope you enjoy it anyway!Set in the same universe as, and follows, "White is the Color of Guilt".
Title: Serving Tables
Author: Estirose
Fandom: PRDT (OA Hayley AU)
Spoilers: "White is the Color of Guilt"
Notes: See above
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Serving Tables
by Estirose
c 2006
Trent brushed his hair, glad that he no longer had to wear the stupid headband - even with it nearly blending in, he'd still hated it. He wished, and not for the first time, that he hadn't walked into Mesogog's invisiportal, and hadn't been the lucky person chosen by the White DinoGem.
Although, he wondered, who would have gotten it if he hadn't showed up in the wrong place in the wrong time? Mesogog? Elsa? Zeltrax? Any of those were possible; the Gem was certainly sadistic enough.
But instead, the Gem had chosen him, made itself a virtual albatross around his neck. Made him evil, caused him problems, and he couldn't get away until he died. At least it was fixed now; he might be able to live the rest of his life, no matter how long or short it would end up being.
Sure, it had brought him some good things. A support structure to be envied, and a chance to be a hero. But he could do without the energy showers, his third father before he turned eighteen, and the general headaches being a Ranger involved.
Trent washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, back into the main room of Hayley's Cyberspace. Here, at least he could pretend that nothing was strange, that nothing was out of the ordinary. Serve milkshakes and hamburgers and fix the occasional wi-fi connection, that he could do. Be a hero? He still wasn't sure about that, no matter what his new father and Jason said.
All he wanted to be was an artist. Draw superheroes. Draw cute girls. Maybe make a name for himself. But that didn't seem to be in the cards now; it was hard to draw when one's life felt like it was in so much disorder.
He wondered if his life would ever stabilize, if he'd ever go back to being a normal teenager. He had a feeling the answer was no.
Not when his new father was the longest-serving Power Ranger. Not when he himself had issues to work out. It could have been far worse, had he not been saved, he reminded himself. Mesogog as a father? He'd probably be dead.
Maybe his current situation wasn't as bad as he thought. Maybe he'd get used to it. He had time, if he survived.
In the meantime. Back to pretending. Serving. Fixing computers.
It wasn't a bad life.
-end
