a/n-The sequel to Tommy Oliver Must Die. Also check out Xander Bly Wants to Die!
Jason Scott Must Die
He waited a week before making his first move. It took all of his strength—which, taking into account his status as a former superhero, was rather considerable—to wait those seven days. But he knew he had to be reasonable. There was no telling how long Jason was going to be gone for…but the original red ranger was going to have to come home eventually.
And Tommy was hoping that would be sooner rather than later.
"Please, just run me through this one more time." Hayley said calmly, as Tommy threw his old green duffel bag into the back of his Jeep. "Where exactly are you going?"
That morning at 8 o'clock, Tommy had called Hayley out of the blue to tell her that he was going to be leaving in an hour for a 'short trip.' It had been the first time she'd heard from him in over a month, as he'd been on a dig in Europe. Hayley hadn't even known Tommy was home yet until he called her. When she had asked him how long he'd been home, he had replied that he'd actually been home for a week. To say that Hayley had been just a tad bit displeased with this news would be a rather large understatement. She had become a bit more sympathetic, however, after she had let him explain why exactly he hadn't left his house in a week. It had been a large clean-up job, and it wasn't even finished yet.
"Angel Grove." Tommy said shortly, quite sure that he had already explained this to his long-time friend at least twice already.
"Why?" Hayley questioned.
"I want to look up some old friends." Tommy replied simply. "See what they've been up to lately…"
Hayley just narrowed here eyes suspiciously at him. "I know why you're really going, you know."
"So do I."
"This isn't going to end well." Hayley informed him as he got into his Jeep. "These sorts of things never do."
"I haven't seen most of my friends since before my job exploded in my face, Hayley." Tommy said with a deadly sort of calm. "It's been years. But apparently," His voice darkened, though his face still appeared calm, "They're all up-to-date with what's going on in my life. I figured I'd just return the favor."
Hayley rolled her eyes as Tommy started the engine.
"Give me your house key." She finally demanded, holding out her hand.
"Why?" Tommy asked her suspiciously, but taking the key in question off of his key ring all the same.
"What are friends for?" Hayley asked in response. "I'll get all of your locks changed while you're gone."
"You're a lifesaver." Tommy informed her, tossing her his key.
"You're going to owe my until the end of time." Hayley stated. "And please use more discretion when giving people your spare keys this time, alright? In fact, I'll only make a copy for myself, just to be on the safe side."
"Do you think you could use that new key to water my plants while I'm gone?" Tommy asked hopefully.
"Even the experimental ones?" Tommy nodded. "Fine, I'll do it, then. How long are you going to be gone, anyway?"
Tommy shrugged, slowly shifting to drive.
"However long it takes, I suppose." He finally responded, after a prolonged moment of silence. "If you talk to Principal Randall, I should be back in time for the first day of school…probably."
And with a small wave, he drove away. Hayley just shook her head at him as his car disappeared from view.
"Former power rangers…" She muttered under her breath, not that there was anyone around to hear her otherwise. "More like permanent psychological damage on legs, if you ask me."
And, pocketing Tommy's house key, she got into her own car and left to open up the café.
Meanwhile, putting his short-lived career as a racecar driver to good use, Tommy spent the next hour and a half making the normally three-hour drive to Angel Grove. It was after alluding several speeding tickets that he pulled up in front of an ordinary-looking, beige-colored house, with only one goal at the front of his mind. Turning off the engine and getting out of his Jeep, he stuffed his keys into his pocket. As Tommy walked up to the front door, he only vaguely registered that there was a pale green car he had never seen before in the driveway.
Upon finding an out of order sign over the doorbell, he knocked on the wooden door. When no one answered, he knocked again—a bit harder than was probably absolutely necessary. Lowering his hand, he made out the sound of footsteps swiftly approaching, before the door was pulled open.
"Tommy?" A surprised voice demanded. "What are you doing here?