Cat: Hey all! New chapter is finally up. Sorry it took so long! I got a little distracted with a one-shot I wrote after watching Long Ago. But here's the next chapter and Chapter 4 should be up soon too.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. I don't own the trademark or whatever it is for Fruit Loops either. However, I do own a box of Fruit Loops.
"How's Ryan?" Captain Mitchell asked automatically.
"Could be worse." Dana replied.
"Specifically, How's Ryan."
"You've been asking that every single day for a week know and you're sill getting the same answer."
"He's my son. I have a right to know."
"Two words: Patient Confidentiality."
"Doesn't apply to my son."
"Actually…." Mitchell propped himself up on his elbows to reach his daughter's eye level. "And sit back." She ordered for the millionth time. Like the million times before, Mitchell ignored her.
"Dana, I'm panicking here. Just tell me how he is."
"Could be worse."
"It's not funny anymore."
"I wasn't ever kidding."
"Dana Marie!" He threatened. Dana flinched. The middle name was never good.
"Just sit back, you're still recovering." She said, hoping he wasn't going to do anything crazy or stupid. This time she grabbed her father by the shoulders and forced him physically back onto the cot.
"Is he going to be all right?" Mitchell asked, letting some of his parental fear seep into his voice.
"He will if I have anything to say about it."
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"But Kira!" Conner wailed. The former Yellow Ranger shot him a level stare.
"No 'but's, Conner. We're running out of food." She replied.
"We can go to the store." Ethan suggested desperately.
"None of us have any money." She responded flatly. She'd just brought up the possibility of leaving the safety of the Ford Family Mountain House, and it was a clearly unpopular idea.
"We're not out of food yet!" cried Conner, just as desperate as Ethan.
"We've got one package of bacon, three Saltines, and," she turned a box of Fruit Loops that were sitting out on the table upside down. A handful of Loops scattered across the table. "one two….seven Fruit Loops." Conner scooped up both a red one and a green one casually. He tossed them into his mouth and grinned at his frowning teammate.
"Five Fruit Loops." He corrected.
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Elizabeth quickly saved the number in her cell phone before flipping it shut. "Okay, so you're legit." She said to them, trying to hide her excitement. Mentally she was singing "I just talked to a Power Ranger" over and over. And she had. Carter had been more then willing to confirm that the not-so-random people (Elizabeth really didn't care who they were) were allowed past the tape.
"Great!" One of them said.
"Yeah. But if you don't mind—"
"Right. Yeah. Go ahead." She waved and they instantly went to work. They flipped a switch and the fan slowly puttered into very loud and agitated motion. Elizabeth however, had better things to do. She wandered off, staring down at the phone and wondering what excuse she could use to call again.
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"Okay, so, no go on the fan idea. Anyone else?" Shane wondered forty minutes later. The Rangers were back in their circle, staring down yet again at the Dino Gem. It still wasn't moving.
"Maybe if we got more fans…"
"No more fans!" Blake, Tommy, and Hunter all said in unison. Having been forced to lug the fan out in the first place, they really did not want to repeat the experience.
"Okay." Dustin said, suddenly mildly frightened.
"Actually, I was thinking." Kimberly said. "Once we do figure out how to move it, where are we going to put it?" The Rangers glanced at each other.
"Maybe we'd better figure that out."
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"Okay. You guys ready?" Cam asked.
"Very." Andros agreed.
"Go for it." Damon encourage Andros punched a button on the MegaWinger console. The Engines kicked into life.
"Yes!" Cam's face fell as the engine spluttered. "No. Come on. Come on." He urged. The ship did not obey and the machine fell silent.
"What'd we do wrong?" Cam wondered.
"I'm not sure." Damon took a deep breath.
"Here we go again." He handed Andros a wrench and the two got to work.
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Tommy's phone rang while they were all still pondering where to relocate the Dino Gem. He grumbled as he wrestled it from his pocket, fearful that it was Carter calling to tell him that Elizabeth had not stopped calling him. Tommy needents have worried. While Carter was reciving lots of calls from the police officer (incessant might be a better word), it hadn't taken too much begging on his part to get Mrs. Fairweather to rig something technological that blocked her calls.
"Dr. O?"
"Kira? Where are you? Why aren't you ansering my calls?" He demanded, in full mentor-mode.
"Because you'll tell our parents. You will, right?"
"Your parents are worried." He said, while thinking "Those people scare me."
"Yeah well, we were wondering if we could just come and crash in Angel Grove with you guys."
"What?"
"Yeah. I mean, you did offer."
"When?"
"Call number seventeen."
"You got my calls?"
"You left a voicemail."
"Not the point. The point is, you need to go home."
"If we just show up are you going to send us away?"
"No but—" He grimaced as Kira hung up the phone.
"What's up?" Kimberly wondered.
"I think my students are coming."
"You don't sound happy."
"My students are coming." He repeated, as if that answered everything.
Cat: R and R. And brace yourselves, next chapter….Napoleon!
