Disclaimer: Don't I wish, but no, I got a book, new glasses and some cash for my b-day instead.
A/N: This is...the other side of the coin, I guess. Doc can't always be the chick in the lab coat, right? For some reason, this story was inspired by the song 'Who Needs Pictures?' which I don't get because there's nothing here like the song. Due to the fact that I have a second, similar story written and a third bubbling in my brain, this is now a series. That's why it got deleted and reposted.
Set After Ranger Green.
As the computers slowed their processors, Dr K picked up the card board box waiting by the printer and headed out into the Ranger Room. As the door to the control room slid shut and sealed she triggered the remote that would open the door to her own quarters. Hidden beside the ranger suite display, the simple door hid a set of rooms that would have roused the envy of the rangers. The entrance was blocked from the rest of the room by a seven foot long wall covered on this side with an array of outer wear, ranging from the white hooded cloak she'd used to rescue Ranger Green through body armor to sub-zero gear. There was even a set of chain mail on the end, a long ago gag gift from her best friend.
K set down the box long enough to hang up her lab coat, and then walked down the corridor with it tucked under her arm. After clearing the wall, K stopped long enough to admire the warm and inviting room beyond. Originally, the room had been decorated by one of the top interior designers to make it to Corinth before the dome had been finished, but three years of living had worn off the polished perfection, and a bad habit of 'bringing her work home' had seen to the replacement of the most uncomfortable furniture pieces. In fact, the room was a comforting mix of the ultra-modern, in the chrome and black lacquer shelving around the television and book shelf, to the ultra-shabby, in the faded blue chair that she had insisted on having pride of place before said television.
The walls were a warm golden color with images of nature around it to remind her of what they were fighting for. Except one wall. The seven foot wall that created the hall was, in fact, white, a color barely visible around the various frames and pictures that covered the wall down to the ground. The center picture consisted of two dark haired little girls with happy smiles as they hugged each other tight. Around them were other pictures of the pair and of K over the years accepting awards and honors from various places, from a first grade spelling bee to gaining her doctorate in rocket science. She didn't stand long look at the wall, instead, she walked into another of the rooms, the room that had seen the birth of the Ranger Operator Bio-Hardware, or, her lips twitched, the 'glorified spandex' as one of her lab partners had termed it. He'd been fine after the testicle retrieval surgery, but he'd never come back to the bio-electric project.
One wall of the nearly bare room had been painted white as opposed to the pale gold of the other three. There were five picture frames that dominated the wall, three of them were filled, but the last two were still blank. K sat the box down on her work table and removed the two empty frames. From the box she took two pictures and put them into the frames before hanging them up. Now the familiar faces of Scott, Summer, Flynn, Dillon and Ziggy look out into the room that had begun everything. From a drawer, K took out some tape and dragged a stool over to the wall. She shifted through the box and came up with a picture and slapped some double sided tape on the back. Reaching up, she planted the image of Ziggy's shadow puppets, claimed from the prison security tapes, below the large picture. It was soon joined by Scott and Dillon, just after the words 'he can make shadow puppets' had crossed Dillon's lips. Summer's confrontation followed soon after.
Other pictures, taken since Dillon and Ziggy had arrived in Corinth and captured from the security feeds around the city, joined them. Finally, K took out her personal favorite, a picture she had looked for over several days:
Ziggy stood surrounded by the mob bosses, his head high and his features calm. Had the audio track played, he would have just said, "And to some people, even more."
Some might have laughed, but to K, this was the moment Ziggy had become Ranger Operator Series Green, even if he still had issues with teleportation.