The Falcon and the Frog II

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Author's Note: This chapter concludes The Falcon and the Frog II. While I know this will disappoint quite a few readers, and I appreciate your loyalty to this story and this pairing, every story has to have an end. My intention with F&FII was to explore the impact Tommy and Adam being together would have on their world, and I think I did that. The snapshot format was also to give me a way to escape from some of my more serious writings and create light little vignettes. However, as with many things I write, this may not be the end of this particular AU. I think I've left quite a few places to explore, including some more "traditional" Ranger stories. Regardless, I leave you with this final chapter.

Chapter 16: Cold

He was cold and so buried himself more deeply into his blankets. There were moments where he believed he would never feel warm again. Where he would never feel anything other than this horrible twisting in his stomach or the aches that ravaged his body. In his weaker moments he even prayed for death.

"So, this is how it ends," he thought bitterly. "Alone and forgotten. Left to rot." His musings were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Uncovering his head, he asked aloud in a hoarse voice, "What?"

The door opened to reveal the smirking faces of Tommy and Adam Oliver-Park. Ten year old Samuel Oliver-Park sat up in bed, a smile on his face as he greeted "Grampas!" and then started coughing.

Tommy sat down on the side of the bed and rubbed his grandson's back until the coughing fit passed, and then asked, "How you doing kiddo?"

"I'm dying," the boy replied, melodramatically.

Tommy smirked and commented, "No doubt who his father is."

"Or who his grandfather is," Adam replied from his spot over by Sam's desk, where he was arranging the contents of bag they had brought with.

As Tommy frowned at Adam, Sam asked, "What do you mean?"

Smiling down at his grandson, Tommy answered, "Your father was always convinced he was dying anytime he got sick."

"A trait he inherited from your grandfather," Adam added with a smirk. Tommy frowned at his husband again and so Adam crossed to him and gave him a quick kiss.

Sam made a face, but then brightened, seeing the objects on his desk, "What did you bring me?"

Both grandfathers now smiling, Adam returned to the desk and held up each item as he spoke, "A thermos of Great-Grandma Park's chicken soup, to help you fight that nasty cold. Lime jell-o for dessert for your sore throat. And . . . Uncle Ethan's latest game."

Sam nearly jumped out of the bed, "SPD Battle File! No way! That's not even out yet!" He started coughing again.

Tommy got Sam resettled and then explained, "Your uncle decided that you could do some beta testing for him as part of the "sick great-nephew" demographic."

The two grandfathers got their grandson fed and then let him play the game for a while, occasionally joining in . . . leading to Tommy launching into a five minute tirade on poorly designed Megazord controls and a lack of understanding how the SPD team didn't get beaten if that's what they had to fight with when he lost three Zord matches in a row. As amusing as Sam found this, it quickly became obvious that he was tiring out as he began to yawn. As Adam cleaned up the food and the game, Tommy tucked Sam in.

"Grampa?" Sam asked with a yawn.

"Yes kiddo?"

"Tell me a story?"

Tommy looked at Adam, who nodded with a smile. "Okay, what story do you want to hear?"

The boy thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Tell me the one about the Falcon and the Frog."

Tommy smiled and looked up to see Adam smiling wistfully. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Tommy began, "Once upon a time, in the long, long ago the White Falcon spent his time flying with the Pink Crane. He believed he loved her with all his heart, until one day he met the Black Frog . . ."