Title: It's a Start
Fandom: Power Rangers RPM
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Scott, Ziggy
Genre: general
Rating & Warnings: G, none
Word Count: 500. Long, I know -_-
Summary: Scott doesn't like Ziggy, nor does he know him.
DRABBLE
Hey Ziggy."
Just a simple three syllable greeting, but it apparently came as a surprise. Ziggy gave a sharp cry and the book he'd been pulling off the shelf tumbled to the floor. He reached for it and ended up dropping what appeared to be a thesis-worth of notebook paper
Scott winced.
Ziggy looked at him nervously and laughed. "Sorry. I didn't see you there."
"Obviously," said Scott, looking down at the mess.
All he'd come to the library for was to drop off a book for Summer. Then, as he was putting it in the book return he'd seen Ziggy. It's sort of surprised him- he hadn't really pegged Ziggy was the library type.
Then again… he supposed he might be here to check out a DVD or a comic book… or maybe a children's book.
Actually, to be perfectly honest, Scott wasn't even sure why he'd bothered to say hello. He barely even knew Ziggy and to be honest, he really didn'twant to know him. It had been almost three weeks since he'd first met his now fellow ranger and all he'd really learned was that having Ziggy for a teammate was like having a hyperactive two year old onboard.
Still, he thought, it'd be rude to not say anything at all. And after all, he was team leader. He was supposed to be making an effort. Sighing, he stooped down, helping Ziggy to pick up his things. He glanced at the notebook paper, and realized, in surprise, it was filled with algebraic equations.
"Hey… what is all this?"
Ziggy looked embarassed. "Oh… I was just studying," he shrugged. "You know… review."
Scott tried to straighten out the crumpled folds in the paper "Review for what?"
"Um… my GED, actually," Ziggy shrugged a little, looking self conscious. "I thought it was probably time."
Scott stared at him, confused. Perhaps Ziggy took his silence as annoyance because he quickly confessed, "I… never actually finished high school. I ran away from home when I was twelve. I always thought I'd graduate eventually but…" he trailed off.
"How old are you?" Scott asked, realizing that he really didn't know.
"Eighteen."
They stared at each other for a moment. Scott looked back down at the paper in his hand. The equations were not neatly written but full of cross outs and ink blots.
"Well… it looks like you're coming along…" he said awkwardly.
Ziggy snorted. "Not really. I suck at math."
"I could help you if you want."
Ziggy regarded him closely. "It's okay Scott. I mean, you don't really like me anyway."
Scott felt a wave of shame wash over him.
"Maybe we could start over," he said. "You know… fresh."
Ziggy tilted his head. His eyes seemed to regard him suspiciously for a moment, but then they cleared. He held out his textbook and smiled slightly.
"Could we start with negative exponents?"
