Part 1 – The Gathering
Chapter 3 – Wild Rescue
Written By Pink-Green-White-4ever
Story Ideas By: Pink-Green-White-4ever and Marcus

Last Revised: December 14, 2006
Summary: Just when Mariner Bay and Turtle Cove thought things were safe, they learn that their protectors must once again answer the call.
Genre: Action, Angst, Romance
Rating: T for now.

AN: Thanks for all the reviews! We appreciate it! There's only two more chapters like this before we get to the actual gathering of the Rangers in one place.

“How you choose to respond each moment to the movie of life determines how you see the next frame, and the next, and eventually how you feel when the movie ends.” -- Doc Childre --

“Courage is just fear holding on a minute longer.” -- Thanks to Kathryn A. Piersall --


“Captain!” a crew member called out to Taylor as she climbed out of her plane.

“Yes Sgt. Masters?” Taylor grinned.

“Nice flying, Ma’am!” Masters grinned back at her as he mentioned the aerial maneuvers Taylor had performed before landing her plane on the tarmac. “You’ve got a phone call from Mr. Meyers.”

Taylor rolled her eyes. She’d been in Germany for three weeks training with the Air Force pilots stationed there and had just returned home. She knew she should have guessed he’d figure out when she arrived home. “Why am I not surprised that goofball knew exactly when I’d be home,” she muttered even as she tossed Masters her helmet and dashed into the hanger’s office.

“Welcome home,” Eric laughed when she picked up the phone and before she could get anything out of her mouth.

“Gee, here I thought I could get home undetected and meet my lover without you knowing.”

“Only if you want my Quantum Defender stuck up his butt,” Eric shot back to her sassy comment.

Taylor laughed. That was an utterly Eric comment if she had ever heard one. “I always knew you swung to a different tune, now I have confirmation.”

Eric grumbled on the other end. “Funny. When are you coming home?”

“In a hurry to show me your gun, are you?” Taylor teased suggestively. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit she missed him just as much.


“Sometime this evening, oh impatient one. Why?”

“Because I have a surprise, nosey,” he shot back.

The former Yellow Ranger laughed until she saw a slender Asian woman in civilian clothing enter the office. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Yep. Have a horrible day thinking about me.”

“Always.” When the dial tone sounded, Taylor hung up the phone and turned her attention to the woman before her. “Can I help you?”

“Taylor Earhardt?”


“I need a favor.”

Taylor eyed the woman carefully and for a moment thought she was losing her mind when she thought she could see through the woman to the door beyond. “I generally don’t do favors for people I don’t know.”

The woman smiled. “You know about me, even if you don’t know me, Soaring Eagle.”

Taylor narrowed her eyes at the woman. “Who are you?”

“Trini Kwan, Original Yellow Ranger of Earth.”

The former Wild Force Ranger raised an eyebrow in silent speculation. “Last I heard you had died.”

“Six years ago this coming September,” Trini told her without missing a beat. “Come on Taylor, you were a Power Ranger. You mean to tell me you don’t believe in spirits?”

“Considering what I saw as a Ranger, nothing remotely surprises me anymore. What can I do for you?”

“Find your team and go to Briarwood.”

“Why?” Taylor snapped.

“The Mystic Force Rangers need you help.”

The blonde pilot looked upset. “The others and I haven’t been Rangers in five years. Why now?”

Trini looked at her with a deadly serious expression. “Because what’s coming will require ever Ranger of Earth, past, present, and future to stop it.”

Taylor didn’t look happy. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Do you think I would be recruiting Rangers to battle something if I didn’t perceive it as dangerous? Taylor, I should be enjoying my much deserved rest and peace, not here and upsetting the smooth, peaceful, happy lives of the people I love and respect most.”

The blonde considered the comment. While she hadn’t known Trini personally, she understood what her predecessor was talking about. “Good point. When do we need to be there?”

“As soon as possible. There are others who will find you and explain what’s going on.”

A heavy sigh was heaved from Taylor, who looked caught somewhere between wanting to help and being annoyed that she was being called back to duty. “Fine, but I make no promises of staying around to help.”

“All I’m asking is for you to go. The rest is up to you.”

“Captain, are you alright?” Sgt. Masters asked, waving his hand in front of Taylor’s face.

Taylor shook her head and focused her eyes on his face. “I’m fine, why?” she snapped.

“You zoned out, Ma’am. I’ve been trying to get your attention for five minutes.”

Taylor looked at him sharply. “What?” she asked, as if she didn’t believe him.

“You were just sitting there staring at nothing. Are you sure I don’t need to call the medic?” he questioned, worriedly.

Shaking her head, Taylor pushed up from her chair. “I need a vacation,” she muttered and headed for the restroom to splash some water on her face.


“Joel! Phone!” someone called out to the thirty-year-old currently loading cargo into the cargo hold of his plane for transport to one of Lightspeed’s South Pacific island bases.

Shaking his head, Joel handed off the box he was holding to someone and walked back inside to answer the phone. “Rawlings here,” he impatiently answered.

“Hi Honey.”

The grim look on Joel’s face disappeared at the sound of his wife’s voice. After nearly five years of marriage, even the simplicity of hearing her voice made him feel like a teenager again. “Hi. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice before you leave.”

Joel grinned boyishly and chuckled. “You just saw me this morning, heard me say goodbye before I left the house,” he teased. “You’re going to be ok, right? I should be back in a few days.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to miss you though, like I always do when you leave and I have to stay here,” Angela told him.

“Same here. Listen, when I get back, how about we put in for a couple days of vacation and go somewhere warm and tropical?” he queried.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll start looking stuff up online while you’re gone and get some ideas.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, safe trip.”

“Always.” Joel hung up the phone and turned. He jumped when he saw a woman in yellow and black standing before him, watching him with a knowing expression. “Can I help you?”

“I certainly hope so,” she grinned at him. “Joel Rawlings, have you ever heard of Briarwood?”

The former Lightspeed Green Ranger narrowed his eyes. “Everyone on Earth’s heard about Briarwood by now. Why?”

“Good. I need you to go there, with the other Lightspeed Rangers.”

Joel chuckled sarcastically. “There are no more Lightspeed Rangers. After we helped Time Force and Carter helped the other Red Rangers, the team was officially disbanded.”

“Joel, the Mystic Force Rangers need your help.”

“Who are you and why do you want me to go there and help them? And how do you know all of this about me?”

Stepping forward, she held her hand out to him. “Trini Kwan, first Yellow Ranger of Earth.”

Joel’s eyes widened. The woman didn’t even look thirty yet. “How…?”

“I died in 2001. I was twenty-two. I’m a spirit with a mission. I need you help; Earth, and the entire universe, needs your help.”

The former Green Ranger sighed and rubbed both hands over his face. Angela wouldn’t object to the trip, in fact, he was pretty sure his wife would probably encourage him to go, but damn if he didn’t want to get back in a spandex suit. “When do I need to be there?”

Trini smiled knowingly. “As soon as you return from you business trip, call the others.”

Joel looked on, wide eyed, as Trini disappeared in a column of crackling yellow light. Shaking his head, the former Ranger made a mental note to call Dana and Carter when he returned.


Sighing and rubbing his temple, Cole pushed away from his desk and textbook. He’d been sitting in the library since his last class at two. It was nearly eight in the evening and his mind was shutting down, his stomach was grumbling and his body ached everywhere.

“Studying too much,” a soft voice commented. “You need to make time for fun too.”

Cole turned and saw a young woman leaning against a table not far from him. He narrowed his eyes at her, watching a knowing smile creep onto her face. “Who are you?” Cole asked, his sixth sense kicking in and telling him this woman was not one to be messed with or crossed.

“Cole Evans, I need your help.”

“I’ll do what I can, Miss.”

She smiled. “I need you to get in touch with Carter and the others.”

“Who are you?” Cole asked again.

“I’m the first Yellow Ranger of Earth.”

The former Red Ranger’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened. While he barely knew anything about her, Cole did know she’d been dead since the year before he’d served as a Wild Force Ranger. “You’re…”

“Dead, yes, I know. Which is why I’m here, and why I’m not making plans to do what I’m about to ask you to do, with my former teammates.”

“I’m in. What do you need me to do?”

Trini smiled. “Gather the other Rangers and head to Briarwood. Look for the Mystic Force Rangers. You’ll know what to do then.”

“I won’t fail you.”

“I know you won’t, but be careful just the same.”

Cole nodded and wasn’t the least bit surprised when she just up and vanished. Digging into his pocket, he grabbed his cell phone and called Alyssa.


Ryan sat with a book in his lap and a pad of paper beside him on the desk that he was writing on. His computer was in front of him, the screen saver displaying images of his family – his sister, his father, his brother-in-law, and his former teammates.

The house was pretty quiet since his father was still at work and his sister no longer lived with them. An affectionate smile played across his features when he thought of his family. After the destruction of the Aquabase, he had agreed to live in a house in Mariner Bay with his father and sister. They still had the house, but Dana had moved out some time before when she and Carter had gotten married. Shaking his head, Ryan came back from memory lane and focused once more on the task at hand.

As Lightspeed’s resident Egyptologist and Demonologist, he’d been assigned to write a definitive report on the possibility of Queen Bansheera and her forces ever being resurrected. “Are you going to mention that as a Ranger, you’ve learned that anything’s possible?”

Ryan’s head snapped up and his eyes searched for the owner of the unfamiliar voice. “Who’s there?”

His eyes widened as a figure emerged from the darkness; a semi-corporal figure. “Don’t tell me someone who studies demons and all things Ancient Egypt doesn’t believe in good spirits visiting the living?” Trini laughed amusedly.

“Who are you?” Ryan demanded, completely forgetting his training on how to deal with spirits.

“A friend, Ryan, one who needs your help.”

“Ok, um, well, why don’t you tell me what your unfinished business is and I’ll help you cross over,” he started, unsure of himself.

Trini laughed. “Ryan, I had no real unfinished business that would keep me here on Earth. I’m here to ask for your help, one Ranger to another.”

The former Titanium Ranger sobered quickly. “What team did you serve with?”

“I was the first Yellow Ranger of the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.”

Ryan swallowed his shock relatively well. “The first Yellow Ranger of Earth.”


The former Lightspeed Ranger let out a slow breath. “Why do you need my help?”

“An evil, one much more powerful than any Ranger team has faced, is bent on destroying Earth. I’ve been asked to gather former Rangers to stop it from succeeding.”

“I’m in.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

“What do I need to do?”

Trini nodded and smiled. “Gather your team, join up with Wild Force, and go to Briarwood. Find the Mystic Force Rangers. Everything else will be explained there.”

“Ok. Will I see you again?”

“Yes. Good luck, Ryan.”

“RYAN! ARE YOU HOME!” Bill Mitchell’s voice rang out through the house.

“In my room, Dad!” Ryan called back, still sitting at his desk in shock from Trini’s sudden departure.

“You ok? I called out a billion times but you didn’t answer. I was getting worried,” the elder Mitchell said, appearing in the doorway to his son’s room.

“Dad, you still have our morphers, right?” Ryan inquired suddenly.

Bill looked at him in surprise. “They’re locked in a safe, why?”

Ryan sighed and looked up at his father. “I think we’re going to need them. You’ll never guess what happened before you came home.”


Merrick smiled as the Wild Zords frolicked around the large field. Yet again, he had proof that his return to the Animarium had been the right choice. The simple fact that the Wild Zords felt free enough to run around while he watched on was proof enough. Someone needed to watch over and care for them, as well as guard Princess Shayla’s sleeping form, and Merrick deemed that person to be himself.

After a couple of years of traveling the world with Zen-Aku trying to find himself and better his knowledge of Earth, Merrick had decided to come back to Turtle Cove, and ultimately to the Island of Animaria. Thanks to some of Animus’ magic, he’d been able to return to his one time home while still retaining the ability to visit Earth whenever he needed to. He had to admit though, even with the company of the Wild Zords, and his few visits back to Earth, he still secretly missed his friends and teammates, and the beautiful princess who held his heart.

“What’s wrong my friends?” Merrick asked when the Wild Zords began to make noises to alert him of something that was happening. It was then that he turned and saw two figures walking toward him and the now quiet zords. One of the females was as familiar to him as his own reflection while the other was a stranger, even if he could sense familiar power emanating from her. “Princess?”

“Merrick!” Shayla gushed, rushing forward and throwing herself into his arms.

Merrick was both surprised and pleased when she buried herself against his chest. For a moment, old habits kicked in, causing him to momentarily step away before he gave in and hugged her tightly. “Who is that?” Merrick asked, nudging Shayla around so they both faced the other woman.

“She’s Earth’s first Yellow Ranger; she’s a spirit now.”

“If she’s a spirit, what is she doing here?”

Trini smiled when Shayla took one of Merrick’s hands and dropped a small crystal ball into it. “Merrick, the howling Lunar Wolf, I need your help.”


“We’ve been requested to go to Briarwood, to seek out the Mystic Force. The universe is in danger,” Shayla spoke softly. “It’s why I was awakened. We have to gather the other Wild Force Rangers, Merrick.”

The proud warrior nodded, not once questioning Shayla’s words. While the princess seemed excited about the prospect of seeing the others, he could tell how serious their predicament was by the looking in both her and Trini’s eyes, as well as Shayla’s trembling as he held her. “When do we need to go?”

“Immediately. I’ve already spoken to Cole and Taylor. You’ll need to meet up with them,” Trini told him, watching him carefully.

Merrick nodded. He’d kept in contact with all of the others, except Taylor, upon his return to Turtle Cove. He knew how to find them easily. “How bad is it?” Merrick murmured into Shayla’s ear.

“Very bad,” she whispered back.

“Good luck,” Trini told them before disappearing.

Shayla smiled up at Merrick, amazed he was here and she didn’t have to go searching all over Earth for her noble warrior and one true love. “When did you come back?”

Merrick grinned at her. “Some time ago, Princess, some time ago.”