Disclaimer: Still not mine. Feel free to include it under your blessings.
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Growling, Rocky threw his pencil down in disgust. "This is ridiculous! This wasn't this hard yesterday! How does one night's sleep cost you a day's worth of learning?"
The Red Ranger slouched, sighing softly and staring at the page in front of him. He'd never been the kind of kid to glare at his homework for hours, nor howl over too frustrating a problem. He'd also thought he'd never ask for help on his math, the subject always having come easily to him.
"I guess there's a first time for everything," the teen muttered. Standing, Rocky made his way over to his phone. "I hope Billy's home; I don't want to drag anyone else into this…" Shaking his head at his paranoia, Rocky dialed the number and waited.
"Hello?"
"Hey Billy, I'm glad you're home. I got a question."
"Ah!…uh, what about?"
Rocky frowned. "Is this a bad time?"
"No," squeaked the Blue Ranger. "No, it's…fine." There was a muffled grunt. "What's your question."
Rocky smiled as Billy tried to sound alone. "Who's there?"
"Odd question," murmured Billy, attention fighting to stay on the phone conversation.
"Alright, you win, you're 'alone'. Now, the reason I called. Remember I said, when I signed up for classes, I could get through Calculus on my own?"
"Mm."
"Well…I lied. Will you help me?"
"Of course."
"OK, great, hold on." Rocky placed the phone on the small table and grabbed his homework. Picking the phone back up, Rocky started: "So, the problem is-"
"Tommy, stop it. I've got to help Rocky!" A muffled growl. "You're not a dog, don't act like one."
"But you're a wolf. Being awful tame, aren't you?"
"Tommy…" There was a pause. "Rocky?"
Rocky held his silence.
"See, he's not there," whispered Tommy.
"But he's coming back," explained Billy, sounding as though he was talking to a small child. Billy yelped. "Tommy!"
"Tell me when he'd back." Something in Tommy's tone stayed Rocky's tongue. Billy's objection died almost as soon as it began. Instead, a low moan escaped.
"Tommy…if he comes back…he'd going to hear something." Billy gasped, the sound of the phone hitting a table filtering through the line.
"I don't thing you're in any condition to be helping anyone." Rocky stared at his own phone. "Besides, I don't care if he hears." Rocky's jaw dropped. They're not…
"But Tommy, he doesn't know!" There was a soft "oomph" and the sound of the phone being picked up again. "At least let me hand up. He'd not finding out-"
With a click, the phone cut off, leaving a very surprised Red Ranger listening to static. Slowly, Rocky hung up, his gaze absently returning to his homework. He frowned. "Nine divided by six isn't three."
Slowly, a smile spread over Rocky's face. Quickly, he fixed the mistake and finished the rest of his work. Sitting back, he contemplated what he'd heard. Really, I should have known. And to think, if I hadn't made that mistake, I might not have ever found out. He blinked. Of course, not finding out would have meant not spacing, so…
Smiling, Rocky looked over at the phone, lying innocently in it's cradle. "Thanks for the help, Billy!"
fin
A/N: Inspired by my own foolish math mistake. Woops…