Leave Out All The Rest
Fandom: Power Rangers
Summary: The strange thing about disappearing in the middle of the night, isn’t that you want to be found… It’s that you’re hoping someone cares enough to stop at nothing in order to find you…
Warnings/Spoilers: Set post-DT.
The last letter had been delivered mere moments before 21-year-old Kira Ford had scheduled her departure time. With her last bag tucked safely in the trunk of her car, she closed it and turned back to give her childhood home one final glance. It was the coward’s way out, doing what she was. Letters, part explanation, part apology, delivered to her three best friends and former mentor and teacher, because she couldn’t face them and tell them the truth. She knew that leaving in the middle of the night would only make it worse.
But she knew that if they knew the real reason, they’d try to tell her it wasn’t true, that she wasn’t what she thought she was.
Sighing, Kira glanced away from her house as she felt tears stinging the back of her eyes. Now was not the time for tears. Shrugging her jacket up and over her shoulders, Kira opened the door to her car and paused momentarily to glance back at her house.
“Goodbye.” Came the whispered comment, before she climbed in and slowly pulled away from the curb.
The shrill sound of a ringing phone startled 22-year-old Conner McKnight awake. Rubbing his eyes, he leaned over and grabbed the cordless phone lying on his nightstand. As he picked it up, his fingers brushed against a soft white envelope, with his name etched on the front, leaning up against the photo frame, tucked beside his phone. Frowning he reached over with his free hand and grabbed it as well. Sitting up, he dropped the envelope into his lap and answered the phone.
“Hello?” He asked, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he set about opening the envelope up.
“What the hell is this?!” A voice on the other end of the phone demanded just as Conner pulled a single, twice folded sheet out of the envelope.
“Ethan?” He asked, bewildered. “What are you talking about?”
“You know damned well what I’m talking about!” Ethan snapped back. “The letter, Conner.” Frowning slightly, Conner unfolded the letter.
“Hold on… I’ve got a letter here, give me a minute.” He muttered in response as he began to read the typed letter.
I owe you an apology, but right now it’s one that I can’t give you. By the time you read this and realize what it means, I’ll be long gone. You’re probably wondering why I’ve left, and more-so why I couldn’t, or wouldn’t tell you in person.
I’ve thought a lot about what happened in New York two years ago. Between you, Ethan, Dr. Oliver and Trent, you’ve all spent countless hours trying to boost my spirits and remind me that you guys never thought I was a failure.
Doesn’t change what I think about myself though.
I’m taking the coward’s way out by not doing this in person. But I know for a fact that if I were to openly tell each of you that I was leaving for some unknown place, you’d fight me on it and keep me from going. That’s what I love about you guys, you’d do absolutely everything in your power to make sure that I’m happy, loved and appreciated. That means more to me than you realize.
But, I need a fresh start. A place where people won’t know me, or judge me based on the failures of my past… To do this, I’m leaving. I can’t tell you where I’m going, mostly because that defeats the purpose of leaving. But please know that I’ll be safe. Promise.
Goodbyes are not forever, goodbyes are not the end… They simply mean I’ll miss you, until we meet again…
The letter slipped from Conner’s hands, drifting back down to his bed. “Wh…What?” He murmured, his voice filled with emotion.
“That’s what we’d like to know.” Ethan stated with a sigh. “Trent, Dr. Oliver and I all got one, and I’m assuming you just read yours.” Reaching over, Conner grabbed his cell phone and punched in Kira’s familiar cell phone number.
“Give me a minute.” He all but snapped at Ethan who had began to ramble on about who knows what, that Conner couldn’t be bothered to listen to. Pressing the phone to his ear, it rang once before an automated recording came on.
“We’re sorry, the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. Please hang up, and try your call again.”
“Her cell phone was disconnected.” He muttered as he chucked the phone against his sheets.
“Yeah, we already called it about fifteen times.” Came the reply from the former blue ranger. “Dr. Oliver called her parents… Turns out they knew that Kira was leaving, but they don’t know where she was going.”
“What about e-mail?” Conner demanded, his tone edging on frantic. The sigh that Ethan gave did nothing to ease his mind.
“No longer exists.” His friend replied solemnly.
“So… You’re saying she’s disappeared?” Conner whispered.
“With no way for us to find her…”
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