Author's Note: It's midnight, and guess what? I've come up with a new PRMF four-shot. It's amazing what you can come up with so late at night. I liked To Kiss A Frog so much, I decided to make a bit of series out of it, by making a story out of each of the Maddick-centered episodes. This one is about Rock Solid. I don't think this will be too long, but I hope you all like this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers.
He screwed up. Big time.
Couldn't he do anything right?
Nick Russell sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was sitting in Rootcore's main room, in front of the perfect, cold, stone Madison Rocca.
Damn, he was must all kinds of socially inept.
What had given him the right to tell Maddie that she wasn't, of all things, spontaneous enough? It was bad enough that had was, for all intents and purposes, intruding on the quintet's tightly formed friendship. No, he had to go beyond that and make himself look like even more of a dick.
He sighed. Great job, Nick, he congratulated himself.
He stood up and walked towards the statue. It wasn't really perfect, he decided. It wasn't the same. It had none of the blue ranger's warmth that often radiated from her. It was a cold, hard replica. He wondered if she was in there, if she could see or hear them.
Truth be told, he liked Maddie. As in, to put it like a third-grader, more than a friend. He snorted to himself. What a great way to show someone that you liked them! He clearly didn't deserve Maddie's original assessment of him— he wasn't special in any way; he was a dick.
Was he even spontaneous? Sure, he had the whole "bad boy" thing going for him, what with the motorcycle and the loner attitude and all, but that doesn't even count as being spontaneous. The only thing he could ever really remember doing that was even remotely spontaneous was buying his bike. Since then, he hadn't done much.
Nick looked into the gray eyes of the statue. He reached forward and gently cupped her stone face in his hand. Who had been that guy that had been standing in the park next to her? He scowled to no one in particular as he stroked Maddie's cheek. That guy had looked like an asshole.
Suddenly, the door opened and Chip walked in. Nick dropped his hand and jumped back from the statue. Chip looked at Nick and cocked his eyebrow, but said nothing on what he may or may not have just seen. Instead, he talked about something else, but nonetheless Maddie-related.
"It's not your fault, you know," Chip said.
Nick made a scoffing sound. "It is. If I had kept my stupid mouth shut and said nothing to her, then she wouldn't have gone off and then she wouldn't have been turned into stone. It's my own damn fault that this happened to her."
Chip thought for a moment. "Well, I can't really argue with that," he decided. "But don't beat yourself up over it. Maddie will forgive you."
"How do you know?"
"Because that's what she does. She's Maddie. She always sees the good in people. And besides," Chip smiled. "I think she likes you."
Nick raised an eyebrow, but he couldn't hide the grin that began to spread across his face.
"Really?" Nick said. "How do you know?"
Chip shrugged his shoulders. "I just do," he said. He patted Nick on the shoulder. "Think about it, man." He turned on his heel and left Nick standing in Rootcore, alone.
No, not alone. He was with Maddie.
Nick studied Maddie's face for a few seconds. Then he placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her stone-cold ones. After a few moments, he pulled back and smiled.
He had to do that. Maddie may never forgive him. He had to know what it was like to kiss her. Even as stone, she had sent his pulse racing, and everything was suddenly hot. That part was surely his element going into overdrive, but he had never reacted to any girl like that before.
Nick brushed his fingertips over her face. "I promise I'll get you out of this, Maddie," he whispered.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it. Review, please?