Discalmer: I do not own power rangers. If I did I would have a way to show Tommy and Kim getting back together at the end of Dino Thunder. The only things I own are the OCs. I also don't own Rudophol the Red Nose Riendeer. If I did I would be eatting deer sausage instead of typing a disclamer. J/K. I would do it while typing the disclamer. I know I'm mean but you know what Tucker Max says if someone can't take a joke.

telapathic comunication and thoughts.

sign language

Normal comunication aka talking.

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Prologue:

Lightning of the Past

"Oh no I'm late. Sis is going to kill me." Michael thought as he ran to his sister's lab. He had been busy at a press confrence he held to make a very important anoucement. He was the foremost world renowned champion kick boxer. Michael "Lightnin" Mayes was every kids hero. He grew up as the only person in his immediate family that wasn't deaf.

"YOUR DAMN RIGHT, MIKE!" Michael's face cringed as he heard his sister's voice like he always did, through his telepathy. The only one that knew of his psychic powers was his sister. At least that was still alive anyway.

Growing up all of his family found him strange since they found him 22 years ago. It was Christmas Eve and the biggest rainstorm to hit L.A. in a hundred years was under way. Inside a simple two story white house a family is enjoying watching the Rudophol the Red Nose Riendeer Christmas special with the close caption. All of a sudden they felt the doorbell's ring. A small chubby cheeked five year old girl had answered the door to find a basket that carried a newborn child wrapped tightly in a blanket. He was probably no more then a few days old. The little girl quickly dragged the basket in her house and furiously started signing to her mom and dad. At first they didn't believe her until she dragged the basket in to show them. Her parents found the note attached to the blanket. It read:

Please protect this child.
His mother died shortly after birth.
And I am in no physical condition to care of the boy.
Don't allow harm to come to him.
He has a great amount of potential inside.
Just guide and care for him as if he was your own.

P.S.
Allow the boy to keep the medallion. It will protect him while he wears it until he grasps his destiny.

The woman and the man agreed that they should adopt the child no matter what it takes, as they watch their daughter play with the boy. It was like they had already bonded. He constantly smiled until when the girl remove the relativly large lighting bolt medallion from his neck. It seemed to upset him greatly every time they removed it. It was like he was in pain.

As he grew up they began to understand why. Every time he was force to remove it he heard everyone's in the rooms thoughts. It felt like a million needles were being driven through his head at once. In his pre-teen years he trained himself to control the amount of thoughts that went through. It got to where he didn't even need the medallion to protect him. But he still used it's power from time to time whenever a large group of people was near him.

It was to prevent him from being exhausted mentally. Of course there was were frequent times where that did happen. The only way he could recover was through meditation. One day during his meditation he was able to separate body and mind. It was like he was in an astral form. Where he could travel to any place in the world. Normally these meditations lasted two hours. And for those two hours were the best of the day. It got to where he would meditate just so he can go to other places in the world. It brought him a lot of happiness.

His sister Emily was his best friend. Growing up she did harbor some resentment towards him. Who can blame her when your little brother who advanced to the same grade you are in when he should be in the 4th grade. But that ended one particular Saturday of her freshman year. It was about 11 a.m. when she went to her boyfriend's house to surpise him when she saw it. She caught her boyfriend in his bed with the head cheerleader. At that time Emily was about 5'9 100lbs blond hair, blue eyes, cross-country runner's physique, and average B cup breast. Michael who was 11 at the time felt the pain she had since she walked in their home after running back. So he communicate with her with his mind.

"Are you ok, Emily?"

"Go away, Michael, I don't want to talk about it. And don't you dare try to read my mind."

"Sis, I can feel that you are in pain."

"I told you I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, I won't ask." That was when the defining moment in their relationship happened.

"Emily, I want to show you something. Something that I don't want mom and dad to know. They are still harping on me about not wearing my medallion all the time at school. And if they found out about this I would never hear the end of it."

"Will you leave me alone if I let you show me it?"

"As long as you don't tell mom and dad."

"Fine. Just give me a few seconds and I'll be in your room."

"Alright, sis, I'll get things ready." Then he broke of the mental communication.

Naturally she thought her little brother found some porn magazines. She figured that some of the nerds he hung out with gave them to him so he could "feel like a man". She laughed at that thought.

"What do those nerds know about how a man feels?"

"You know that could be made into something it's not."

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT LISTENING TO MY THOUGHTS?"

"Sorry, Emily, I was going to tell you that I'm ready when you are."

"Having a psychic for a little brother is a pain the ass." She was a little upset noticing that her little brother had stop the psychic communication as she walked into his room. She kind of hoped that he would hear her last remark out of spite. Upon entering she happened to notice her 4'10 blond hair, hazel eyed little brother who had an obsession with wearing green shirts and black jeans was in his mediating position.

"Emily, sit down on the pillow in front me. By the way I see your wearing her favorite black tank-top and blue jean shorts."

"Thanks for noticing, but, why are we signing to each other instead of talking our usual way."

"One, we are in the same room, and two you know how mom is. Its always, 'Michael, even though you can talk to us through your mind it is still essential that you don't allow your sign language to get rusty.'"

"Yeah I believe it." Emily said sitting down.

"Ok cross your legs like mine, take my hands, and close your eyes." She obediently did as her brother asked.

"Now, sis, what I'm going to show you is something that I have been doing for the past few months. It is going to be difficult for me to do this because this is the first time I'm doing it with another person. So I need to know do you completely trust me?"

"Yes, bro, I trust you one-hundred and ten percent."

"Ok. Relax your mind. You and me are one. At the moment the outside world does not exist." A few brief moments later Emily felt disconnected. Like she was in two places at once.

"Open your eyes, Emily."

She opened her eyes and saw her little brother in black and white.

"Michael, what's going on?"

"Look down." She slowly brought her gaze to the ground and what she saw made her jump back letting go of his hands, but he quickly caught her.

"Careful, Emily, I don't want you flying off on me." That last comment did nothing to ease her nerves. For what she saw on the ground. In black and white was her and her baby brother's bodies in the position they were after she closed her eyes.

"What did you do?"

"In a way I separated our minds from are bodies."

"YOU WHAT!" She mentally yelled.

"Sis, calm down. This is only one part of what I want to show you."

"What else you have to show me then?" she asked hoping that she wouldn't regret asking

Her little brother took her left hand with his right and headed eastward. Passing through their house and going upwards. He wanted to keep her freaking out to a minimal. And she was on edge to begin with.

The whole time she marveled at how fast they were going. What would have took an airplane hours took them mere minutes. But when they arrived at the location he chosen she was overwhelmed with emotion. She wanted to cry but couldn't.

"How did you know, Michael?"

"Well you always said you wanted to visit in Paris."

"Even though I can only see in black and white. This place is still beautiful. This is definitely the single most sweetest thing you ever done for me. Thank you."

"No problem, Emily, I'm your brother. I had to do something to make you feel better."

"How often do you do this?"

"This is the first time I went to Paris."

"Not that. This?" she said referring to their astrological forms.

"About 5 times a week, but this is the first time I took somebody else for the ride."

"Michael, whenever you get a girlfriend you can trust with your secret, I'm going to be jealous."

"Why?"

"Because you can take them where they want just through your mind."

"Yeah, but, I'll take you wherever you want anytime."

"Thank you, bro." she said while giving him a hug.

"Well I think we better head on home. Mom and Dad are due back any minute."

"Michael, are bodies are at home."

"Even though it's true, since when have you mediated with me? They might think somethings up." Emily knew he was right. Their parents would be suspicious. So she took his hand and they flew back home. When they got back home they returned to their body's and began signing once more.

"Thank you, Michael, I really need that."

"It's alright. Your my big sister and I knew you were upset."

"I guess your psychic powers now cover empathy." She said with a smile. She turned around and began to walk out before she notice that she wasn't moving.

"What the...? Michael what's going on?" She thought.

"Empathy isn't the only thing my psychic powers cover sis." He responded while holding her up in mid air, with a hand raised.

"MICHAEL, IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN I SWEAR I'LL... I'LL"

"What's matter having trouble thinking on your feet? Well maybe it's because your not on your feet."

"MICHAEL!"

"Jeez, Emily, can I have a little fun letting you know the true extent of my powers." He said to her as he put her down. Emily turned around, stomped to her brother, lifted him up roughly by his shirt, and hugged him.

"What makes you so sure I won't tell mom and dad about how your powers evolved?"

"Simple, you found me didn't you? Plus something tells me that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

Michael smiled as he remembered the day their psychic bond formed. At times he was worried what would happen to him if something took her life like their parents. His dad was on his way back to L.A. when his plane was hijacked on September 11, and their mother was helping her cousin pull out of New Orleans when Katrina hit. Both times he felt an intense stinging pain when they died. The pain clouded his senses and all he could do was scream. He is worried that if he lost her it would literally kill him.

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A/N: I was not trying to take advantage of the victims either September 11 or Hurricane Katrina. These two events are both tragic days in our history and I felt on a story stand point that these would make you feel for "Lightin" in order you can see what happens in the next chapter. If any of you are disgusted with me for refering to those horrid events. I am sorry but I will not change this part of the story because they are used to make a point.