Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writer's Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.

If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred and fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," and "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet"

Okay, my last three titles were references to Monkee albums (what can I say? I'm a fan.) But the fourth album is Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones. I don't know how to make that work…so…

This is story number 1 of Those Rangers Just Keep on Meeting. It was requested by Dragon's Ark.

Trent and Nick

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Trent leaned back in his chair and stretched. He had spent all day working on the newest issue of his comic book series: Kooky Conner the Brain Dead Boy. He was actually getting a bit bored with drawing soccer balls slamming into his former teammate's head and was now considering bowling balls instead. Not that it really mattered since subscription rates were almost non-existent for some reason. Trent would just have to be satisfied with sending his comic to the man who had stolen Kira from him. Trent just loved owning his own comic book company. His dad had bought it for him years ago to keep his son from selling an expose to the tabloids about him having been Mesagog.

A buzzer sounded. Trent sighed. "Come in." He had forgotten about his three o'clock appointment. Some guy had called saying he had a break through idea.

"Dadadadadada," came the sound of someone imitating a trumpet fanfare through a rolled up magazine. "Introducing the greatest of the great. The most astounding superhero ever to grace this planet….ME!" announced a balding, slightly overweight middle-aged man as he jumped into the room.

Trent groaned. "If that's your pitch, I ain't buying it. Not unless your character is named Metamucil Man."

Nick looked perplexed at this. Perhaps he should've worn a red cape as Chip had suggested. "Don't you even know who I am?"

"A guy with no sense of reality?" asked Tent.

Nick posed dramatically again. "I am Bowen. Hero of Briarwoood! Son of magic! Friend to all mystical creatures! Sex toy of Mad…uh…" He mentally smacked himself before he continued. "I am.the one, the only, the Light!"

"Hmmmm…nope. Doesn't grab me." Trent began sketching. "Perhaps if we call you Mr. Sparkly…" He showed Nick a drawing of a funny looking man holding sparklers and having sparks shoot out of his ears. "Hero of all who need a night light."

Nick scowled at the affront. "How dare you! Insulting the greatest Ranger ever! Hero to all! Foretold by the ancients to be the savior of Briarwood! Red Ranger extraordinaire!"

Trent snickered at this. The terms 'Red Ranger' and 'extraordinare' just didn't mesh in his mind. "Yeah well, everyone knows the best all time Ranger is Tommy Oliver. Dr, O. said so."

"Oh really?" asked Nick as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Can his mom turn you into a frog like mine can?" he hinted threateningly No need to let this loser know that Udonna had actually given up all her magic to save her husband. Or that she would never have used it in such a manner anyway. Then again, he could always call on Cousin Clare to help. She was gullible enough to do whatever he told her.

Trent looked at him oddly. "No, but my dad can suffocate you with his dinosaur breath." Anton had ended up with this unfortunate side effect after being permanently separated from his evil alter ego. "Now look, I'm a busy man. So, unless you have something more interesting to…"

"But but, but, you don't understand," whined Nick. "I am the Light! I am…hold on there…Tommy Oliver? You know about him? You know that he was a Power Ranger?"

"Well, I…."

"That sneak!" cried Nick, as he pounded his fist on Trent's drawing board, causing it to fall over. "He's just blabbing to everyone because he doesn't want me upstaging him!"

"My board!" yelled Trent as he ran to retrieve it from the floor. "You cracked it!" He glared at Nick. "You'd better pay me for this."

Nick groaned in frustration. "You can't make me pay for anything for I am…the Light!" This time he morphed. "Hero of heroes! Bane of Evil! Companion of Good!" His brow furrowed behind his helmet when the other man still hadn't gone down on his knees. What was wrong? All the citizens of Briarwood bowed and kneeled before him. He even got things free there. They knew how great he was. Well that and the fact that he was backed up by a warrior dad who would go Koragg on anyone who didn't treat his little boy like royalty.

"Oh, really?" asked Trent. "Well then, Mr. Light, meet Mr. White!" With that, he morphed as well.

"Ah, my eyes!" cried Nick as he covered them. "That whiteness; it glares! It burns! It's brighter than me!" Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, I guess we can fight as a team. Mr. Light and Mr. White: Defenders of the Galaxy! Ruination of Ruffians! Believers in Bleach!" Nick jumped around excitedly "This will be an awesome comic book!"

"Sure will," replied Trent in an unnaturally deep voice. "Especially after I turn evil again just to kick your annoying butt!" He drew some arrows in the air and shot them at Nick.

"So that's how it is, is it? Well, take this!" Nick aimed back, and…his cell phone rang. He quickly ducked behind a desk. "Hello? Can this wait? I'm a bit busy…oh, hi, Mom," he said as he ducked another barrage of energy arrows. "No, nothing's going on, just some guy refusing to worship me. What?! Aw, Mom, I don't want to go back there. I don't want more shock therapy. But Mom! No, I don't want the straightjacket again. Fine. Ok, I will." Nick hung up the phone and demorphed. "Sorry, but I've got to go. I'll see you around sometime." With that, Nick slumped away dejectedly.

"Idiot," murmured Trent as he, too, demorphed. "Hmmm…" He grabbed up his pencil again and began doodling. Soon very soon, Mr. White the evil ass-kicking Ranger would be in comic book stores around the world.

AN: Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans!