Hey! I'm back! Pull up a chair and watch the hilarity ensue. Don't worry, no-one will die- unless ya'll want someone to. Suggestions are welcome, and flames will be used to burn my sister's annoying singing doll.
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Yet… Mwhahahaha!! cough sorry got a little carried away there.
Anyway, here's your fic!
The team stumbled into Ninja Ops from a long day of training, and they were all exhausted. Tori immediately sat in the closest chair, while Dustin and Shane just flopped down on the floor, Cam, of course, took a seat in front of the giant super computer, Hunter was who knows where, and Blake himself sat on the table next to Tori.
Blake glanced about the room, wondering where his brother might have wandered off to, they had been late to training today, but Hunter, somehow wove this insanely untrue story about how Blake got himself lost in the woods, attacked by a boat load of kelzacks, and had to have Hunter single-handedly save him. The real reason they were late was because Hunter slept in two hours more than he usually did. And you do not wake Hunter up unless you want to commit suicide or the world was in imminent danger, otherwise Hunter is to sleep undisturbed for as long as he wants.
"Tori, did you know that you don't smell like a girl that much." Blake had no idea what made him say that, in all honesty, it sounded more like what Dustin would say.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tori raised her eyebrow at him. Why oh why did he have to get himself into these situations?
"Well… You know, most girls smell like… you know pretty and you well…" there was no way out of this now, might as well finish it. Where was Hunter when you needed him?
"I smell like what?" there was an edge to her voice that made the rest of the room stare at them. How come he had a feeling he was so going to regret this.
"Um… you know… like sweat and stuff- Wait! I mean um…" Yup, he was officially dead.
"What!?" her voice went up three octaves. Thankfully, Sensei chose this moment to walk in, stopping the bloodshed that would more than likely occur.
"Blake, such conduct is unbefitting of a ninja, in addition to the extra mile you and Hunter will be running, you will now be required to mow the training field; no Ninja Elemental Powers are to be used. You are dismissed, Blake." The habitat cart wheeled out of the room, leaving a very fearful Blake at Tori's mercy.
She leaned her face close to his and whispered vehemently. "You were lucky, Ninja Boy. But don't worry; you won't be so lucky next time." She then stalked out of the room, Blake trembling in fear.
Dustin chose this moment to speak up, "Dude, you are sooo dead."
Halfway through the mile, Hunter showed up. And Blake definitely didn't feel like talking, but, of course, he didn't seem to have much of a choice.
"Hey! Sorry about bailing on you earlier, but Kelly paged me," he turned on the puppy dog eyes again. Why did Hunter have to be so annoying? "There was a huge rush of customers at Storm Chargers, and since you and Dustin weren't going to help..."
"Okay, fine forgiven. No hard feelings, but if you EVER ditch me like that again…"
"I know, I know, I'm toast. So… after we run laps what do ya say to some pizza?"
"Only if you don't mind waiting for me to finish mowing the training field." Blake sighed, he had passed his one mile mark a few minutes ago.
"Blake! I leave you alone for a few hours and you get yourself into more trouble?" Hunter put on a mock grin "What did you do this time?"
"I was bored, said something random, and got myself in trouble with Sensei."
"Well-" Hunter paused, as if he heard something "I won't keep you from mowing that field. The faster you get that done, the sooner we get pizza, and I want pizza!"
Blake lugged the hand mower out of the supply shed, straining under its great weight. When he finally got the mower to the edge of the Training field, he collapsed with exhaustion.
A few minutes later, Blake wearily stood up, ready to face his real challenge. First, he checked the gas; Blake did not want to drag another excruciatingly heavy object if he could help it. Then, he started the engine. Or, he tried to start the engine, as luck would have it. Blake kicked the mower, and then tried to start it, still nothing. He then tried to clean it, all that accomplished was getting his nice navy t-shirt, that he just bought two days ago, turned into a black, sticky grease rag. Luckily, while he was cleaning the mower, he found a tiny label on the handle bars that read "To Start Mower: turn machine's on' switch to the 'on' position, 2) yank pull rope until engine starts."
Blake smacked his forehead, forgetting that his hand was covered in grease at the moment. He blindly reached for the 'on' switch, but somehow he ended up face first onto the grass. Angrily, he pushed himself off the ground and, this time, managed to accomplish the task. Unfortunately, his next mission was not as simple.
He tried yanking it, he tried gently coaxing it, he tried yelling at it, he tried begging it, Blake even tried hitting it repeatedly with a large stick- but it still wouldn't start! Then, finally, when he had given up all hope, it started. Blake had no clue how, but it started, and that was the only thing that mattered.
Yet again Blake's luck ran out. As he went to grab the handle, the mower moved forward. Not enough to notice, but it moved, none the less. Then, after he had a firm grip, it went completely out of control- with Blake still attached. It zipped left and right, sometimes at speeds that he swore were way over mach 5. Just when he thought it would stop, it would pull a wild turn and whiz across the field even faster.
Fortunately, right when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, the mower stopped abruptly. Blake flew over the handle bars, landing none too gently on the grass. After waiting a few minutes to make sure it wouldn't start up again, he cautiously crept up to where the mower stood, looming like a giant, just before he stepped on you. Right away Blake saw what had saved him; the mower had run out of gas. He crumpled to the ground right about then, thinking about all the hulking containers of gas he would have to carry. He then thought of how much money it would cost to buy all those large, cumbersome containers, and curled into a ball and cried his eyes out.
"Blake?" he lifted his head at the sound of his name being called. "You okay?"
What he saw was Tori looking down at him worriedly. He didn't know why, but, in-between sobs, he blurted out the whole thing, including being dragged around the Training field by the killer mower.
When he finished, Tori just shook her head, smiling a bit. She gave Blake a quick hug, and grabbed the mower in one hand. Briskly walking back to the supply shed, she easily towed it behind herself. Sighing slightly, Tori took a small gas can from a dusty shelf, and poured its contents into the mower. Then she pushed it outside and effortlessly started the mower. In ten minutes, she had finished what he couldn't in two hours!
Blake just sat there, marveling at the sight. He barely even registered it when Tori told him to put the mower away for her.
When Tori came into Ninja Ops, Hunter was laughing hysterically, while Cam was shaking his head, probably wondering how he got himself into this madness. Tori just smiled triumphantly. No one, made fun of Tori Hanson and remained unscathed. Getting Hunter's help was easy, he was a natural prankster, and this was too much temptation for any prankster to refuse. Cam, however, had been a different matter. The no-nonsense attitude he had inherited from his father was tough to crack, but, once she explained he got to create a new gadget, he was all for it. Of course, at the time he didn't know what the gadget was going to be used for, but that didn't seem to be a big issue.
They had used a remote control that Cam had hooked up to the mower to create most of the havoc, the rest was either coincidental, or simple mechanical problems that could happen at any time. As it was, the whole scheme was totally untraceable. If Hunter kept his mouth shut.
Hunter's job had been relatively easy, detain Blake while Cam sabotaged the mower, then drive the mower across the training field in every which way while Cam made sure that he didn't kill anyone or blow something up. Tori had come up with the idea, so she just made sure everything went smoothly, and that Sensei didn't find out.
The part where she actually went out with Blake herself was pure spur of the moment. It was Cam's idea really. Who knew that he could be so cruel? She trained him well.
Of course, now that she looked back, Tori did sort of feel guilty about making Blake cry, but, then again, he had it coming to him. She was startled out of her musings by Hunter's voice.
"Tori, remind me NEVER to get on your bad side."
Yeah, I know I should stop picking on poor Blake, but its so much fun! Hmm…. Who should be my next victim?