In Hero's Stead
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Ziggy really didn't like being power ranger…He just learned to tolerate it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Ziggy really didn't want to be a power ranger.
He was more in line that he hated it with a passion.
He knew what you were thinking. He was a member of the cartel. He shouldn't be afraid of anything. He should be able to embrace it like Batman.
No, thank you.
First off, he wasn't Batman. Dillon was….but still…
He is supposedly much cooler than Batman. He was a damn power ranger.
He could if he wanted to roll over Batman. Not that he wanted too unless he turned evil.
Then he would really have to roll him over…but that would be the last choice. He would probably get a sleeping dart or something to knock him out.
Second, have you looked at him?!
He is skinny. If there was a good strong wind came around, it would blow him away. He has chicken arms. See? They are flipping. His legs are like little twigs that anyone could break especially monsters.
Which brings him to the third thing.
Monsters.
Really?! Did he look that crazy?! Holy hell! Why isn't he running? They are ugly and destroy things…mostly him. They are stronger than him…bigger than him. They might quite possible try to eat him.
That wasn't much of a happy thought.
Oh…whole bigger thing? Not just a few inches, folks. It more like a few stores high type big. It was the type of big that made you wet your pants and run. Run…and run…and run some more.
There is the fourth thing.
He can't fight unless you count fighting as flailing. Then you could say that he could fight very well. Honestly, Doc and the others are trying to teach him. He might end up hurting himself more than the monster.
The next one was he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.
He wasn't dumb. He learned how to survive. He learned how to get out of tight situations. When Doc explained the suits or something equally important, he got nothing. He did have a nice nap during those chats.
The sixth thing is the most important.
He didn't want to be a power ranger. He would kind of suck at it. He did it for the right reasons. He didn't let the crazy lady become a power ranger. That was important. Still…he wasn't Scott who was like…born to be a power ranger.
He wasn't Dillon…damn…built to be a power ranger. Man…he could totally throw monsters around like rag dolls.
He wasn't like Summer and Flynn who could run circles around him. He was just him.
He kind of sucked at the whole life thing.
Now, he kind of had no choice. For once in his life, he had to be one of the good guys. He couldn't run and hide behind something or someone. He had to stand and fight.
He was terrified.
He was last person on this planet that should be a power ranger. Fate is currently laughing its butt off because it made him one.
He really didn't like being Fate's big joke.
Pick someone else to laugh at.
But there wasn't anyone else. There was him.
He and the entire universe were screwed.
No good bye letters….no, hand it to the next person in line… He was it.
God, he was going be sick.
But he had to it.
He had to step up because he had people that needed him now.
God, he hated being a power ranger.
End