It seemed every time Ziggy Grover went out in public, something bad had to happen to him. A cartel member looking for his life. Another Venjix attack ruining his day. Or just him being clumsy and getting unnecessarily hurt. Today was no different.

"Ziggy? Is that you?" He heard a voice approach from behind. Dillon, who had turned toward the voice, was taken off guard when Ziggy didn't even pause to turn and punch the man who was behind him.

"Oh, that's not a very nice way to greet an old friend," The man pulled himself off the ground.

"You aren't my friend. And I don't care how long it's been, I will hate you for the rest of my life," Ziggy turned to Dillon, "Let's go."

"Hey," the guy called out, making Ziggy pause and turn back around. "You're doing pretty well for yourself," his eyes shot toward Dillon.

Ziggy shook his head, "It's not like that."

He smirked, "I know your expressions. It's totally like that."

"I don't know who you are, but you better leave Ziggy alone," Dillon growled.

"Oh, poor Ziggy, still can't fight your own fights, can you? You did improve on your punching though."

Ziggy reached in his pocket and pulled out a gun, "You have ten seconds to leave my sight or I'll blow your fucking head off."

Dillon looked over with eyes wide, "You carry a gun on you?"

Ziggy turned his head slightly toward Dillon, still not taking his eyes off the other man, "You never know who might show up that needs to be shot."

The man finally stood with hands raised, "Ok, Zig. I get it. I'll leave."

He backed up quickly without taking his eyes off the gun. Once he was out of sight he took off running.

Ziggy put the safety back on and returned his gun back to its previous location.

"Sorry about that," he smiled and started walking the way they were originally headed.

"What was that about?" Dillon raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. He's just an ass that really deserves to be put down," Ziggy waved.

Later that night Dillon went into their room and saw Ziggy sitting on his bed staring at a notebook. He closed it and tossed it in his top drawer once he noticed the black ranger.

"Are you going to talk now?" Dillon wondered.

"About?"

"Who that guy is, why you almost shot him, and do you seriously always carry a gun around?"

Ziggy smirked, "I'm really surprised having lived with me for so long that you haven't noticed the gun. It's always in my nightstand if I'm not carrying."

Dillon rolled his eyes and waited for Ziggy to answer the other questions.

Ziggy sighed when he saw Dillon's expression, "Everyone just calls him X. Which should have been a major hint that he would become my ex." Ziggy picked at his sleeve, "We were together for quite a while, but then he ripped my heart out. Not that I hadn't had my heart broken before but it was different with him. He rubbed it in my face, purposely taunting me by introducing me to his new dates. I don't know, he's just an ass that I should be completely over, but I don't think I'll ever completely get over what happened."

"I'm sorry," Dillon tried to sympathize. After a minute he offered, "Want to go for a ride to get your mind off of it? I need to test the new upgrades I put in anyway."

Ziggy smiled and nodded.