Everything (Willow/Tommy Oliver)
Willow Rosenberg/Tommy OliverDisclaimer:
Power Rangers ownership is a mess because of a number of factors, including the raping of the Japanese super sentai origin show. And I’m not Joss Whedon or someone who might be able to legally make money off the Buffyverse. Not mine!Summary:
She's the most gorgeous woman that he's ever known, and he's never met anyone who is as everything as she is sometimes…Dedications:
Jinni, for bugging me to write FFAs in the first place. My girlfriend Carrie, for deciding this song was so very us.Joe's Note:
Okay, I think it's time to hand in my man pants. My girlfriend has me listening to Alanis Morissette and Lifehouse music. Oh well. At least the sex is great. I suppose this might technically qualify as a songfic? I dunno, it's only got the refrain and I've never really looked at the rules for that kind of thing. Alanis Morisette, song is Everything. Hence the title and all. Also not mine.
'You see everything, you see every part.
You see all my light and you love my dark.
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed.
There's not anything to which you can't relate,
And you're still here…'
She had been a little bit evil. She'd killed a man and tried to end the world.
He could relate. He'd been a little bit evil too. Almost killed his friends.
She should have been finishing her last year of college, with some sort of degree to go out into the world with.
He had just barely graduated high school and had an ability to forget anything, no matter how important, that wasn't actually part of his body.
They'd met when she'd taught him computer courses at his high school. They'd become friends when he stayed after school, become more when his girlfriend left him. It had all the elements of a bad daytime drama and she'd spent four months alternating between being euphoric and scared out of her mind that people might discover them.
For some reason, despite it all, they worked.
When Willow Rosenberg had left Sunnydale behind after avenging the loss of her girlfriend and trying to end the world, she'd figured her days of saving the world (or trying to) were over. She'd spent a harrowing year working with a coven in Devon, England. The Scoobies had kept fighting without her, saved the world without her, and gotten on with their lives. Without her.
Eventually, she'd decided to venture back out into the world. The town had sounded appealing on paper. Low crime, cheap real estate, plenty of jobs. For once in her life, Net Girl hadn't gone and ferreted out every possible scrap of information about something and it'd come back to bite her on the ass. Sunnydale had the same characteristics, and had been infested with demons and vampires.
Angel Grove had the Power Rangers.
Just like in Sunnydale, she'd stumbled onto the town's defenders by almost getting herself killed. Weird grey guys who babbled worse than she did had appeared out of nowhere one afternoon, and her magic encountered some rather stiff mystical shields around them. Not wanting to get in touch with her inner psychopath in the middle of a park in broad daylight, she'd resigned herself to a world of serious hurt. Then the Power Rangers had shown up.
Her old intelligence had finally reared its head after that, and she'd spent days researching her brightly-colored saviors. Nobody knew who they were or where they came from, but they showed up to save the day whenever a monster appeared and had a regularly-updated stable of giant robot helpers for when said monsters exhibited the tendency to grow as big as Godzilla.
Just like in Sunnydale, she'd discovered the battle going on beneath the notice of the rest of the world (really, how did giant robots NOT make CNN on a daily basis) and then fallen ass-first into it.
Leaning back against her boyfriend, Willow smiled up at Tommy. For someone with a secret identity he'd (at that point) been guarding for two years, he really sucked at lying. If his strange obsession with the color white wasn't a hint, the fact that he hung out with five other teens who matched the other Rangers was. Of course, the fact that he'd run out of one of their after-school discussions and she'd followed and watched him turn into the White Ranger helped as far as figuring it all out.
After that, things had passed in a blur. Kim had dumped him after a fight about her leaving town for the Pan Global games. Willow had comforted Tommy (in an emotional sense, she wasn't THAT desperate) over the loss of his girlfriend. A week later, with Kim packing up and getting ready to leave town, things had progressed way past the boundaries of an acceptable teacher-student relationship. She'd told him that she knew his secret. He'd brought her into his world.
Tommy's arms tightened around her waist and they snuggled closer as they enjoyed the warmth and calmness of an early summer day in California. They were finally free and clear of worries about the school, but their problems weren't over. His adoptive parents weren't too thrilled and he was thinking of moving out. Willow was debating asking him to move in. She also had lesson plans to worry about, assuming she wanted to go back to the high school, and he was trying to figure out what to do with his life. Both of them worried about Rita, Zedd, Rito, and their assorted minions and monsters.
But all of that was miles away. Today it was just the sun, the peaceful park, a nice tree, and each other. Their problems would still be there later, but right now it was all about them.
In eerie synchronicity, their communicators beeped.
Evidently, someone had forgotten to tell the bad guys about that 'all about them' part.
Willow sighed and looked down at the pink communicator she now wore. Finding out dainty, prissy, Cordelia-esque Kimberly Hart was the Pink Ranger? That had been a shock. Finding herself in some sort of futuristic chamber with Tommy, Kim, Billy, Rocky, Aisha, and Adam because Kim leaving town meant they needed a new Pink Ranger? Bigger shock. Hearing the word 'yes' come out of her mouth when the giant talking head in a tube had asked her if she wanted the honor? She'd fainted right after that.
After their first battle, Willow had come clean with Tommy. About Tara, about Warren, about the temple, about vampires and demons and everything. But he hadn't run, like she'd expected. He'd come clean too. About the Green Ranger powers, about his time under Rita Repulsa's spell, about trashing the Command Center and the nightmare he'd put the other Rangers through. She'd opened up to him and let him see her inside and out… and he wasn't afraid. Which was good. He'd done the same, and she'd accepted his past too. That was even better.
There'd been no going back. Kim had handed over the morpher and now Willow was a Power Ranger. At least her powers came with a nifty bow that would probably be really great for hunting vampires with if she visited Sunnydale again. And she could probably take Buffy in a fight. The communicator beeped again. Oh yeah! Power Ranger duty! "Willow here."
"Willow, Tommy. Master Vile has sent a monster named Dischordia to attack Angel Grove. The others have already teleported to her location, but they require your help." Zordon. Quick and concise as always. For a giant talking head in a tube, he was a pretty damn good general. And he was really smart. The discussions they'd had when Willow visited the Command Center in her free time…
"We're on it." Tommy removed his arms from around her and began sliding his back up the tree so he could stand. Willow pouted but pulled herself to her feet too. "Sorry, Willow. I'm sure the tree will still be here when we get back?"
Willow gave Tommy a small smile before giving him her Resolve Face. "It better be. If it's not, you're taking me out for dinner. Somewhere nice. Actually, no, you're taking me out for dinner no matter what. Or lunch. Depends how long it takes us to destroy this monster. Deal?"
Laughing, Tommy leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I promise I will take you to the best restaurant my limited, just got out of high school, resources are capable of. Now, let's go. The others are in trouble."
"Right." Work now, play later. Eat in between. Reaching into her back pocket, Willow pulled out her morpher. Sliding her hand into the strap, she spun to face away from Tommy and held her arms out. Why they always went through this, she didn't know. She'd shown the others they could morph without even pulling the morpher out, as long as they had it on their person. But tradition was tradition, evidently. Whatever. "It's morphin' time!"
"White Ranger Power!"
"Pink Ranger Power!"
He had used to be evil.
She had used to be evil too.
Together, they saved the world. A lot.