DollGirl

Author’s Note: Own no one. Saban owns the Power Rangers. Zordon smiled down at the little robot that was working diligently on the computer consoles. Alpha 5 hummed happily as he worked…some song one of the Rangers had played on a radio when the Viewing Globe had lit up spontaneously one time showing the Rangers at their favorite hangout. He had watched as Alpha watched the scene in interest. After his last disastrous attempt to go outside and enjoy the sunshine the android had resigned himself to never being able to leave again. Before Rita’s escape Alpha had been able to go outside and, even though he couldn’t feel it, enjoy the sun’s rays and the peacefulness it brought. He had also enjoyed the stars at night. Now he was trapped inside all the time and constantly working and on alert for any danger. Zordon knew Alpha skipped charging every night and only shut himself down for rest when he was forced to. The old sage had a plan. Alpha was going to have a day off. He had

Crowley ran toward the battle between Hastur and Aziraphale, a battle that had apparently been prophesied in Agnes Nutters lost prophecies. Two had survived being burned. The first: Brave Principality will defend thy demon from an enemy, thus freeing the good demon from Hell permanently. Alas the life of the Angel shall be taken. The second: Thy angel shall be reborn as an innocent. Good Demon will care for the angel until thy full power is restored. His eyes widened as he came upon the scene. Hastur was motionless as he lay with a flaming sword embedded in his stomach. Aziraphale lay burning nearby. No sound of pain from him as the feathers on his wings burned away, his body barely recognizable. “No…” Crowley whispered in horror as he ran over and knelt down. He waved his hands and put out the hellfire. Tears fell from his eyes as his hands shook in grief. “Angel...Aziraphale…” he choked before he let out a scream. His wings came out as he pulled his dearest friend to him and