Sowing the Seeds Part 1- Flynn
Title: Sowing the Seeds
Fandom: Power Rangers RPM
Summary: Seemingly every day events can change the course of a person's life. Five very different people were set on the path to become Power Rangers back when they were children, long before they ever knew their own destinies. These are their stories.
Rating: K/G/general audience
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Not mine. All that jazz.
Flynn hated the playground at school. The bigger boys were mean. The smaller boys were afraid and wouldn’t talk to him. And the girls were, well, girls. Blech. His da said one day he’d change his mind, but he was already a whole six years old and girls were still gross. He couldn’t imagine ever liking one, forget about wanting to kiss one!
And then there were the bullies. They mostly left him alone, and he was glad for that, but he hated to see them pick on the other kids. It burnt him up inside, made him so angry, but he didn’t know how to fix it. The teachers didn’t do much. He knew he’d get in trouble if he fought the bullies. His da had always told him to go the peaceful route first. He wasn’t supposed to hit people. And besides, if he hit them, he was no better than they were.
“You’re quiet today,” his granddad said, squeezing his hand. His granddad always picked him up from school. They walked home together and it was his favourite time of the whole day, just the two of them.
“Granddad, can I ask you something?” he asked. There was nobody in the world smarter than his granddad. If anybody could help him, he could.
“Course you can, lad! Anything at all!” His granddad jiggled their hands and it made him smile.
“How do you stop bullies?” he asked. His granddad stopped walking and pulled Flynn up short. He kneeled down to Flynn’s level and that’s when Flynn knew this was serious. It was hard for his granddad to get down like that and he hardly ever did it anymore. His granddad gripped his little shoulders tight and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Are they bothering you at school, Flynn? Are ya being teased?” He looked so worried, it almost scared Flynn.
“No, Granddad. They leave me alone. But they pick on the little kids. I just want to know how to make them stop.”
“You want to stop them bothering other kids?” He wasn’t sure why his granddad seemed so surprised. Why wouldn’t he want to stop the bullies? He nodded. With a groan and some cracking that didn’t sound normal, his granddad stood up and took him by the hand again. They turned around and headed away from home, back towards town.
Flynn was surprised when they stopped in front of a small shop. His granddad greeted the owner by name, picked up a few books, and then walked him home. They were quiet the whole way and Flynn was pretty confused. He didn’t have an answer to his question at all, and his granddad had never left his questions unanswered before. He was just starting to feel sorry for himself again when they got home. He ran to his room to change out of his school uniform.
“Sit down, lad. I have something to show you.” His granddad motioned to the old, worn sofa. Flynn tossed his bag to the side and then climbed up. The books from earlier were pulled out of the bag and his granddad sat down next to him. Flynn snuggled in close, taking a deep breath. He loved the way his granddad smelled. It never failed to make him feel all calm and still inside.
“What’s that, Granddad?” he asked, pointing at the books.
“Comics, Flynn. They’re for you.” The entire stack was passed into his lap and Flynn looked, wide eyed, between the books and his granddad.
“For me? All of them?” He couldn’t believe his luck! It wasn’t even his birthday. His granddad nodded and flipped open the first book. The pages were full of pictures of heroes in brightly coloured suits fighting off the evil villains.
“I can’t promise they’ll help with the bullies, there’s naught in this world to stop a bully, but your motives are pure. Stand up to them, lad. Be a hero.” Flynn touched the pages with reverence, slowly flipping through and admiring each and every detail. The heroes in the book were all tall and strong, big huge muscles all over the place. Flynn wasn’t anything like them. He was just a little boy.
“But I’m not a hero, Granddad. I’m just a little boy. All I want to know is how to help people.” His granddad put a shaking hand on Flynn’s shoulder and squeezed gently. He looked like he was about to cry and Flynn wasn’t sure what he’d done to make him sad.
“You’re so much like your mam, you know. Heart of gold, that one, God rest her poor soul.” His granddad was stroking his hair now and it made him feel all warm inside. He never knew his mam. She’d died when he was just a baby, but he always loved when people talked about her. It made Da sad, so he never asked, but when he was compared to her, something felt extra happy inside.
“That’s a hero’s heart, Flynn my boy. Keep trying to do the right thing and one day you’ll be a hero, just like them." He pointed to the comics and Flynn smiled. If his granddad believed he could it, it must be so. His granddad would never say something if it wasn’t true.
Two months later, they buried his granddad. Flynn lived the rest of his life by his granddad’s words.
Fandom: Power Rangers RPM
Summary: Seemingly every day events can change the course of a person's life. Five very different people were set on the path to become Power Rangers back when they were children, long before they ever knew their own destinies. These are their stories.
Rating: K/G/general audience
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Not mine. All that jazz.
Flynn hated the playground at school. The bigger boys were mean. The smaller boys were afraid and wouldn’t talk to him. And the girls were, well, girls. Blech. His da said one day he’d change his mind, but he was already a whole six years old and girls were still gross. He couldn’t imagine ever liking one, forget about wanting to kiss one!
And then there were the bullies. They mostly left him alone, and he was glad for that, but he hated to see them pick on the other kids. It burnt him up inside, made him so angry, but he didn’t know how to fix it. The teachers didn’t do much. He knew he’d get in trouble if he fought the bullies. His da had always told him to go the peaceful route first. He wasn’t supposed to hit people. And besides, if he hit them, he was no better than they were.
“You’re quiet today,” his granddad said, squeezing his hand. His granddad always picked him up from school. They walked home together and it was his favourite time of the whole day, just the two of them.
“Granddad, can I ask you something?” he asked. There was nobody in the world smarter than his granddad. If anybody could help him, he could.
“Course you can, lad! Anything at all!” His granddad jiggled their hands and it made him smile.
“How do you stop bullies?” he asked. His granddad stopped walking and pulled Flynn up short. He kneeled down to Flynn’s level and that’s when Flynn knew this was serious. It was hard for his granddad to get down like that and he hardly ever did it anymore. His granddad gripped his little shoulders tight and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Are they bothering you at school, Flynn? Are ya being teased?” He looked so worried, it almost scared Flynn.
“No, Granddad. They leave me alone. But they pick on the little kids. I just want to know how to make them stop.”
“You want to stop them bothering other kids?” He wasn’t sure why his granddad seemed so surprised. Why wouldn’t he want to stop the bullies? He nodded. With a groan and some cracking that didn’t sound normal, his granddad stood up and took him by the hand again. They turned around and headed away from home, back towards town.
Flynn was surprised when they stopped in front of a small shop. His granddad greeted the owner by name, picked up a few books, and then walked him home. They were quiet the whole way and Flynn was pretty confused. He didn’t have an answer to his question at all, and his granddad had never left his questions unanswered before. He was just starting to feel sorry for himself again when they got home. He ran to his room to change out of his school uniform.
“Sit down, lad. I have something to show you.” His granddad motioned to the old, worn sofa. Flynn tossed his bag to the side and then climbed up. The books from earlier were pulled out of the bag and his granddad sat down next to him. Flynn snuggled in close, taking a deep breath. He loved the way his granddad smelled. It never failed to make him feel all calm and still inside.
“What’s that, Granddad?” he asked, pointing at the books.
“Comics, Flynn. They’re for you.” The entire stack was passed into his lap and Flynn looked, wide eyed, between the books and his granddad.
“For me? All of them?” He couldn’t believe his luck! It wasn’t even his birthday. His granddad nodded and flipped open the first book. The pages were full of pictures of heroes in brightly coloured suits fighting off the evil villains.
“I can’t promise they’ll help with the bullies, there’s naught in this world to stop a bully, but your motives are pure. Stand up to them, lad. Be a hero.” Flynn touched the pages with reverence, slowly flipping through and admiring each and every detail. The heroes in the book were all tall and strong, big huge muscles all over the place. Flynn wasn’t anything like them. He was just a little boy.
“But I’m not a hero, Granddad. I’m just a little boy. All I want to know is how to help people.” His granddad put a shaking hand on Flynn’s shoulder and squeezed gently. He looked like he was about to cry and Flynn wasn’t sure what he’d done to make him sad.
“You’re so much like your mam, you know. Heart of gold, that one, God rest her poor soul.” His granddad was stroking his hair now and it made him feel all warm inside. He never knew his mam. She’d died when he was just a baby, but he always loved when people talked about her. It made Da sad, so he never asked, but when he was compared to her, something felt extra happy inside.
“That’s a hero’s heart, Flynn my boy. Keep trying to do the right thing and one day you’ll be a hero, just like them." He pointed to the comics and Flynn smiled. If his granddad believed he could it, it must be so. His granddad would never say something if it wasn’t true.
Two months later, they buried his granddad. Flynn lived the rest of his life by his granddad’s words.