Half-Brothers

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Half-Brothers

 

 

Justin was being driven home by Storm Blaster. The battle had worn him out, even in his morphed state. Once the wave passed through and wiped the soldiers out, everyone started getting together. He didn't de-morph until he was close to home. He said bye to Blaster, who went to recharge. He walked up the last block to the house and saw his Dad still wasn't home. The one time it would be nice to have Dad home to talk.

 

School was canceled the next day because of damage to the building. He was working on a computer program when someone knocked on the front door. He closed out and quickly walked down to the front door. Opening it, he saw two police officers standing there. “Hello?”

 

“Justin Stewart?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Is there an adult we can talk with?” the left one asked.

 

“My Dad's not home.”

 

“What about your mother?” left asked.

 

“She's dead.” Why are you asking for an adult?

 

“Justin,” the right one asked, “Is there anyone that can act as your legal guardian?”

 

Zedd isn't on Earth, and doubt Rita and Divatox count for anything. “I don't know,” he answered.

 

“All right, don't worry. Everything will be all right,” one tried calming.

 

“My Dad's dead, isn't he?” The two officers looked at each other and he didn't need the next words to confirm it.

 

\o/\o/\o/

 

Alprin only had three deaths from the battles. His Dad along with two others had been protecting people from the foot soldiers. Several people came forward to help out with the funeral and one of the people he worked with offered to take him in. She however had three young kids and he wasn't going to worsen her burden. The social worker that was assigned to him smiled tightly at his suggestion of the older Rangers and their families, but didn't actually sending him to the family while they waited for his grandfather to come back or what his Dads will dictates for him.

 

The Adlers lived in a two story house that wasn't meant for younger children. The worker figured he would be a good fit, especially since he wasn't a troubled child. Justin was back at the high school and tried to adjust. It didn't take too long for everything to go wrong.

 

\o/\o/\o/

 

The third step creaked.

 

Justin work up and turned over quickly in the bed to face the door. Footsteps were going by slowly and he didn't try to open it and see until they had gone mostly by. The Adlers were asleep, as they had been for the last three hours. They never go out of their room at night. The footsteps past by and he opened it carefully to see a man walk by. There was a gun hanging from his right hand with an unusually long barrel.

 

Becoming fearful, he sneaked down and went for the phone near the front door. He quickly dialed 911 and waited. “Nine one one operator, what's your emergency?” a familiar voice answered.

 

“Someone broke into the house and...” he whispered, before there were two weird noises above him. Gunshots, that must have been a silencer. “I think they were just murdered.”

 

“All right, I need you to stay calm. Where is the address you're at?”

 

He went to speak again when another silenced shot hit him in the arm. He cried out and dropped the receiver, hearing the person trying to talk to him. He didn't know if it was the same person or if there was a partner. The front door was too open and he wasn't sure if he could get the locks undone in time. Instead, he went to the back the likely entry point. It was open, screen clipped and glass cut through. Justin ran out as two more shots hit the door beside him, shattering the glass. He ran into the line of trees behind the house and used them for cover. He just kept going deeper in, even when he didn't hear anything.

 

\o/\o/\o/

 

He was cold. He wrapped his good arm around his chest and tightened the makeshift patch before continuing. Justin hadn't seen a person around in hours and hadn't heard an traffic either. Where am I? Exhausted, he collapsed against a large tree. “Sleepy,” he mumbled, falling asleep.

 

His arm, now throbbing, woke him up. He struggled to his feet and looked at the wound. It had stopped bleeding, but was red around the area. I need a doctor, and fast. He started walking again.

 

He started when he heard the call of a bird in the distance. It was joined by another, different call. A branch cracked above him and he glanced up to see a falcon staring back at him before it vanished. “Huh?” The second bird call repeated and he watched another bird soar above him, disappearing in midair. “Is this place haunted?” he questioned.

 

“Justin!” someone yelled.

 

He swirled around. “Great, this place is haunted and it knows my name.”

 

“Justin,” a different voice called.

 

“Justin, start talking so we can locate you,” the first voice yelled.

 

“Why would ghosts need to locate me?” he pondered, “Wait, that voice sounded familiar. Tommy?”

 

“Yes! Justin, keep talking.” A frog croaked and he looked down at his feet to see it sitting near them.

 

“Justin.” He looked back up to see Tommy rushing over, Adam and Kim behind him. “Aw, that looks bad,” he winced, starting to unwind the patch.

 

“Hey man,” Adam greeted. He didn't say anything as he heard the calls again. The falcon was behind Tommy, the crane at Kims feet. The frog jumped on Adams shoulder.

 

“Why do you have a frog?” he asked, pointing at the animal. The three stared at him, but he didn't notice, watching them disappear on final time.

 

“Come on, lets get him to the medics,” Tommy said, leading him by his good arm.

 

The medics took over as soon as they cleared the woods. Rocky was waiting over by his jeep. “How bad?” he asked, being the one to answer Justins call and hearing everything.

 

“Gunshot to the arm,” Kim told him.

 

“Do you think he could be hallucinating?” Adam inquired to Tommy.

 

“I don't think the wound was infected enough for him to have hallucinations at this point.”

 

Rocky asked, “What are you talking about?”

 

“Justin asked me why I had a frog,” Adam mentioned.

 

“Your spirit animal? He saw it?”

 

“I think he also saw ours,” Kim noted.

 

“How? I didn't think just having the Power would have allowed him to see those,” Rocky mentioned. Adam and Tommy shared a look. “What do you guys know that we don't?”

 

\o/\o/\o/

 

The doctor that took care of the bullet wound was a nice woman, not talking down to his age. The bullet was taken out and collected before he was stitched up and his arm was put in a sling “All right,” she finished, adjusting the sling so it set comfortably. “The detectives investigating the case need to talk to you. I need to go get your release forms and there is a prescription I need to give you, so don't leave this area.”

 

“Got it,” he agreed, dangling his feet over the beds edge. She left and a few minutes later, two people opened the curtain. “Hi.”

 

“Hello,” the left said, “I'm Detective Noble. This is Smith.” The other waved. “We're going to ask questions about last night.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Tell us what happened.”

 

“I woke up because I heard footsteps. The Adlers were asleep and they didn't wake up in the night, so I didn't know who it was. When I opened my door, I saw someone, a man, walking down the hall. He had a gun. The closest phone was in the front hall,” he recalled.

 

“Sorry,” Smith interrupted, “The nearest phone was near the front door?”

 

“Mr. Adler had one in his office, but he always locked it when he wasn't in there. Mrs. Adler didn't like one in the upper hall or the kitchen,” he explained, “I called nine-one-one and I heard the gunshots when I was talking to him. I think he had a partner because I don't think he could have gotten down fast enough without a lot of noise.”

 

“All right, do you know if Mr. Adler had any enemies?” Noble asked.

 

“Or Mrs. Adler?” Smith added.

 

“I never heard them talking about anyone they had problems with, but they didn't talk about their work around me.”

 

“They didn't talk about their work?” Smith wondered. He walked off, pulling out his notebook.

 

“Spaceman,” Noble muttered, “Okay, I'm going to give you my card. You remember anything new or if you think something wrong, like the men might be following you, call me.”

 

He nodded, taking the card. “Okay.”

 

“Good, now I need to go catch my partner before he gets himself in trouble. Good bye, Justin.” She rushed off.

 

The doctor that had treated Justin was getting all the forms ready when four people came up to her. “Dr. Jones?” Tommy asked.

 

“Yes?”

 

“My name's Tommy Oliver. We helped find Justin.”

 

“We were wondering if we could see him,” Adam explained.

 

“Of course, I'm just waiting for the social worker to come and check him out.”

 

“Social worker?” Kim questioned, “Tommy, I thought....”

 

“I was hoping. I'll have to talk to the worker.” They followed the doctor over to the bed Justin was.

 

“Hi guys,” he waved.

 

“Hey man,” Rocky said, sitting on the bed next to him.

 

“All right.,” Dr. Jones motioned, “Here is the prescription for antibiotics. I think you'll be fine for pain if you just take something like aspirin or ibuprofen.”

 

“Okay,” he agreed, the papers sitting on his lap.

 

“Your social worker should be arriving soon. They need to fill out the forms to release you. Now, if you'll excuse me,” she finished, walking away.

 

Justin looked down at his forms. “I'm going back into foster care,” he lamented.

 

“Not if I have anything to say,” Tommy confessed. He looked to his friends, who nodded and walked out of the curtained area. He turned back to Justin, who was confused. “I need to explain something. A couple of years ago, I found out I had a brother from my biological mother. He was living with our aunt. After I found her, I went to find my biological father. My search led to Andrew Stewart.”

 

Adam, Kim and Rocky were a few feet away, trying not to overhear what they were talking about. At the name, Adam and Rocky stared at each other. “No way,” they chimed.

 

“What?”

 

“Andrew Stewart is Justins father.”

 

Kim picked up on that quick. “Whoa,” she mumbled.

 

“Wait, that means Tommy is also Zedds grandson,” Adam mentioned.

 

“Wait, what?” Kim spurted.

 

They didn't know how to explain that part before they caught sight of Zedd, in his human form, with the Astro team. Carlos caught sight of them and came over. “How is he?”

 

“Shot to the arm, no major damage. What is he doing here?” Rocky hissed.

 

“He's good,” TJ explained, “When Andros had to destroy Zordons tube and kill him, his energy passed over anything that had been innately good at first and returned them to their original state. Rita's also back on Earth, but she hasn't seen Justin yet.”

 

“Also destroying anything that was pure evil,” Kim figured.

 

TJ nodded. “When Justin got into contact with us about his fathers funeral, he asked that we bring him here. He's been working on gaining custody of Justin back.”

 

“He's Justins legal guardian?” Adam asked.

 

“Yeah, the social worker just approved. His stuff's being moved into the house down in Angel Grove,” Carlos informed.

 

The group turned as the curtain was opened. Justin looked out as his friends. “Hi,” he waved. The girls descended first, carefully hugging him around his arm. Then Carlos and TJ came forward, lightly bumping him on his good arm. Zhane wrapped an arm around his neck and messed his hair up while Andros just nodded from his space in the back. He then looked toward Zedd. “Grandfather.”

 

“Justin,” he returned.

 

He looked over at Tommy before turning back. “Tommy, this is Z. Eddison Stewart,” he said, “Our grandfather.”


And if you're here, you made through. Pat yourself on the back.

My nerdiness in full view. Vincent and Irene Adler. Vincent Adler was the main bad guy of season two of White Collar. He was played by Andrew McCarthy. Irene Adler is the thief that matches wits with Sherlock Holmes. Dr. Jones is a reference to Dr. Martha Smith-Jones of Doctor Who fame, played by Freema Agyeman. Detectives Smith and Noble are John Smith, aka the Doctor and Donna Noble, played by David Tennant and Catherine Tate. Also, the falcon, crane and frog are the spirit animals of Tommy, Kim and Adam, respectively. I watched the movie a lot when I was a kid. That and Turbo.

If there's anymore nerdy stuff I should explain, you might want to tell me.


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