[Disclaimer:] You know the deal...Saban owns the Rangers. And oh, how lucky
he is. (Haha, I can picture him saying: "Hey, act! I OWN you..." dun dun
dun, dramatic reverse!!!)
[A/N:] Aaanyway....Haha, this story is cool 'cause I just thought of it off of the top of my head, and it sounded like a funny idea, so I typed it up. I was really kinda hyper, too, but you know... (really kinda? Is that an oxymoron?) Oh my. Kay, well, this takes place sometime during second season, with Jason, Trini and Zack, and when Tommy is the green ranger and has STRAIGHT hair, just how I like it (she says in some creepy hillbilly accent)! I'd like to hear your reactions, 'cause this is completely random, conjured from the deepest, darkest, most I don't-what-you-want-to-call-it part of my hyper-ness... and it's all in good fun. Hope you like it!
[A/N 10-31-03:] Wow. Haha. I decided that I liked this story so much, I would re-read it and change some tidbits to make it suitable for re- posting. I can honestly say that this is my proudest story. It makes even ME smile when I read it, and I wrote the darned thing! So here it is, somewhat revised and spit-shined! I'd also like to note that I added a new ending. The original is still here, but there is a second, more evil ending that I decided to write (just read the reviews. someone requested it!). Hope you enjoy. Oh, and please please PLEASE feel free to add to the reviews. I love reading them. Have fun!
Jurassic Rangers
The sound of his alarm clock pulsed in his ears, arousing him from the peaceful slumber he did not want to wake from. Sitting up slowly, the brute teen rubbed his eye with a fist, squinting with his other eye at the time. "Aww, cripes. It's Saturday, and I set my alarm for school time." Grumbling, the teen crawled out of his red clad sheets, and threw on a pair of black sweat pants and a red shirt, the sleeves cut off at the shoulder.
Yawning at the early morning atmosphere, Jason trudged his way down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen. While usually at this time his mother would be making breakfast, the kitchen was completely abandoned. 'Hmm,' thought Jason. 'Maybe mom decided to sleep in.' Before getting out any dishware to pour himself a bowl of cereal, Jason walked half-asleep to the front door. Opening it, he bent down to retrieve the Saturday paper that should have been on his door step, but was not. In his groggy state, Jason rose slowly, still looking down at where the paper should have been. He shrugged and scratched the back of his head, glancing around at the thick layer of fog that hovered above the ground, feeling the humid air of the morning. He also noticed the large vines that hugged the perimeter of his house, and a beetle about the size of his hand that crawled leisurely across the front path. Turning around and closing the front door behind him, Jason stood still in another yawn. "Wait a minute," he said out loud. "Vines? Giant beetle?" Jason became very confused. Facing the front door once more, he opened it only half way this time, peaking out at what he had seen earlier. He shut it, and resumed in his confused state. Checking a third time through the peep hole, he stepped back, apparently aware that something was terribly wrong.
"Um," was all that he was able to produce from his mixed thoughts. And then, getting an idea, he jogged back to the kitchen and reached for the phone. Picking it up, he dialed the first number that came to mind. Putting his ear to the receiver, he chanted, "C'mon, Kim. Pick up, pick up, pick up!" The only voice he had received, however, was not Kimberly's.
"We're sorry. This line has been disconnected. If you'd like, please hang up and try-"
"Man!" Jason slammed the receiver back on the phone. Rubbing his temples, he quickly decided to find out what was going on. Slipping on some running shoes, he bounded out the door and headed down the street for Kimberly's house.
* * * * *
An enormous pounding on the front door of the house awoke Kimberly with a start. She sat up, and rubbing her eyes, mumbled and groaned. "Who would come over this early on a Saturday?" Feeling no point in rushing to answer her rude visitor, she pulled out a pair pf pajama pants from the top drawer of her dresser to put on underneath her long, pink night shirt. She didn't even bother to fix her hair, for she was too tired. While the visitor outside was still knocking, Kimberly looked into her mother's bedroom at the top of the stairs. Seeing that the bed was empty and made, Kim gave a small shrug and walked down to the front door. She yawned as she turned the knob, and the door was thrust open by the boy in red standing outside.
"Kim," Jason panted, "something weird is going on. Have you looked outside lately?" He was searching her home, opening all of the curtains so that Kim could pear out through the windows.
Observing with tired eyes, Kim stated the obvious. "It's foggy. So what?" She yawned yet again, showing no concern for Jason's eager announcement.
Jason shook his head. "No. I mean really look outside. Everything is...different." He somewhat pushed her to a window, and let her look.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Kim did as Jason wished and looked outside. Her eyes landed upon similar vines wrapping around her house, and bordering her windows. Becoming a bit more interested, Kim moved from the window and walked outside through the open door. She walked slowly, an expression of shock growing on her face. "What's going on? Where did these vines come from?"
Jason was close behind her. "I don't know. But something tells me we need to figure it out, and soon." Before he could say anything more, Kim had practically thrown herself in Jason's arms, letting loose a shrill scream of terror. Quickly looking to where she had been standing, Jason laughed. "Oh, yeah. I see you've noticed the bugs. Big, huh?"
Kim looked at him angrily. "Big? BIG? It's HUGE! And DISGUSTING!" She was frantically waving her hands now, a look of disgust on her face. "Eew, that thing could like, totally eat me!" Jason set her down, and she quickly ran on her tip- toes to the doorstep. "Jason, where ARE we?"
He became serious again. "I don't know. We should try to get with the others. Maybe Zordon can help us, if we can get to him." He looked at his communicator.
Kim did the same. She raised it to her mouth. "Zordon? Alpha? We've got an emergency..." There was no response. "Zordon? ZORDON!" She dropped her arms in disappointment. "Great. Now what?"
Jason folded his arms. "We should find the others. Maybe Billy can come up with an explanation."
Kim agreed. "Alright," she sighed. "Let me get dressed. I'll be right back." She entered her house, and ran up the stairs.
Jason turned around to face the fog again. Behind it, he could just barely make out a group of wide, dark brown tree trunks, the likes of which he hadn't ever noticed there before. Usually, Kim's neighbor's house would stand facing hers, but now it was replaced by the thick, peeling trunks. Turning around facing Kim's house again, he looked to either side, noticing that the houses that would normally stand next to hers were gone as well. From the corner of his eye, Jason noticed Kim appear from her house in light blue jean shorts and a pink long sleeved shirt. She walked up to him, using the toes of her tennis shoes to help in avoiding any more bugs. She arrived at his side. "Kim," Jason said seriously, "I don't think we're in Angel Grove anymore."
[A/N:] Aaanyway....Haha, this story is cool 'cause I just thought of it off of the top of my head, and it sounded like a funny idea, so I typed it up. I was really kinda hyper, too, but you know... (really kinda? Is that an oxymoron?) Oh my. Kay, well, this takes place sometime during second season, with Jason, Trini and Zack, and when Tommy is the green ranger and has STRAIGHT hair, just how I like it (she says in some creepy hillbilly accent)! I'd like to hear your reactions, 'cause this is completely random, conjured from the deepest, darkest, most I don't-what-you-want-to-call-it part of my hyper-ness... and it's all in good fun. Hope you like it!
[A/N 10-31-03:] Wow. Haha. I decided that I liked this story so much, I would re-read it and change some tidbits to make it suitable for re- posting. I can honestly say that this is my proudest story. It makes even ME smile when I read it, and I wrote the darned thing! So here it is, somewhat revised and spit-shined! I'd also like to note that I added a new ending. The original is still here, but there is a second, more evil ending that I decided to write (just read the reviews. someone requested it!). Hope you enjoy. Oh, and please please PLEASE feel free to add to the reviews. I love reading them. Have fun!
Jurassic Rangers
The sound of his alarm clock pulsed in his ears, arousing him from the peaceful slumber he did not want to wake from. Sitting up slowly, the brute teen rubbed his eye with a fist, squinting with his other eye at the time. "Aww, cripes. It's Saturday, and I set my alarm for school time." Grumbling, the teen crawled out of his red clad sheets, and threw on a pair of black sweat pants and a red shirt, the sleeves cut off at the shoulder.
Yawning at the early morning atmosphere, Jason trudged his way down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen. While usually at this time his mother would be making breakfast, the kitchen was completely abandoned. 'Hmm,' thought Jason. 'Maybe mom decided to sleep in.' Before getting out any dishware to pour himself a bowl of cereal, Jason walked half-asleep to the front door. Opening it, he bent down to retrieve the Saturday paper that should have been on his door step, but was not. In his groggy state, Jason rose slowly, still looking down at where the paper should have been. He shrugged and scratched the back of his head, glancing around at the thick layer of fog that hovered above the ground, feeling the humid air of the morning. He also noticed the large vines that hugged the perimeter of his house, and a beetle about the size of his hand that crawled leisurely across the front path. Turning around and closing the front door behind him, Jason stood still in another yawn. "Wait a minute," he said out loud. "Vines? Giant beetle?" Jason became very confused. Facing the front door once more, he opened it only half way this time, peaking out at what he had seen earlier. He shut it, and resumed in his confused state. Checking a third time through the peep hole, he stepped back, apparently aware that something was terribly wrong.
"Um," was all that he was able to produce from his mixed thoughts. And then, getting an idea, he jogged back to the kitchen and reached for the phone. Picking it up, he dialed the first number that came to mind. Putting his ear to the receiver, he chanted, "C'mon, Kim. Pick up, pick up, pick up!" The only voice he had received, however, was not Kimberly's.
"We're sorry. This line has been disconnected. If you'd like, please hang up and try-"
"Man!" Jason slammed the receiver back on the phone. Rubbing his temples, he quickly decided to find out what was going on. Slipping on some running shoes, he bounded out the door and headed down the street for Kimberly's house.
* * * * *
An enormous pounding on the front door of the house awoke Kimberly with a start. She sat up, and rubbing her eyes, mumbled and groaned. "Who would come over this early on a Saturday?" Feeling no point in rushing to answer her rude visitor, she pulled out a pair pf pajama pants from the top drawer of her dresser to put on underneath her long, pink night shirt. She didn't even bother to fix her hair, for she was too tired. While the visitor outside was still knocking, Kimberly looked into her mother's bedroom at the top of the stairs. Seeing that the bed was empty and made, Kim gave a small shrug and walked down to the front door. She yawned as she turned the knob, and the door was thrust open by the boy in red standing outside.
"Kim," Jason panted, "something weird is going on. Have you looked outside lately?" He was searching her home, opening all of the curtains so that Kim could pear out through the windows.
Observing with tired eyes, Kim stated the obvious. "It's foggy. So what?" She yawned yet again, showing no concern for Jason's eager announcement.
Jason shook his head. "No. I mean really look outside. Everything is...different." He somewhat pushed her to a window, and let her look.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Kim did as Jason wished and looked outside. Her eyes landed upon similar vines wrapping around her house, and bordering her windows. Becoming a bit more interested, Kim moved from the window and walked outside through the open door. She walked slowly, an expression of shock growing on her face. "What's going on? Where did these vines come from?"
Jason was close behind her. "I don't know. But something tells me we need to figure it out, and soon." Before he could say anything more, Kim had practically thrown herself in Jason's arms, letting loose a shrill scream of terror. Quickly looking to where she had been standing, Jason laughed. "Oh, yeah. I see you've noticed the bugs. Big, huh?"
Kim looked at him angrily. "Big? BIG? It's HUGE! And DISGUSTING!" She was frantically waving her hands now, a look of disgust on her face. "Eew, that thing could like, totally eat me!" Jason set her down, and she quickly ran on her tip- toes to the doorstep. "Jason, where ARE we?"
He became serious again. "I don't know. We should try to get with the others. Maybe Zordon can help us, if we can get to him." He looked at his communicator.
Kim did the same. She raised it to her mouth. "Zordon? Alpha? We've got an emergency..." There was no response. "Zordon? ZORDON!" She dropped her arms in disappointment. "Great. Now what?"
Jason folded his arms. "We should find the others. Maybe Billy can come up with an explanation."
Kim agreed. "Alright," she sighed. "Let me get dressed. I'll be right back." She entered her house, and ran up the stairs.
Jason turned around to face the fog again. Behind it, he could just barely make out a group of wide, dark brown tree trunks, the likes of which he hadn't ever noticed there before. Usually, Kim's neighbor's house would stand facing hers, but now it was replaced by the thick, peeling trunks. Turning around facing Kim's house again, he looked to either side, noticing that the houses that would normally stand next to hers were gone as well. From the corner of his eye, Jason noticed Kim appear from her house in light blue jean shorts and a pink long sleeved shirt. She walked up to him, using the toes of her tennis shoes to help in avoiding any more bugs. She arrived at his side. "Kim," Jason said seriously, "I don't think we're in Angel Grove anymore."