Now this is the chapter that should've been before... but... whatever, this happened either way. Personally, I loved this chapter because I got to come up with more 'Groupchat nicknames'... and yes, not all are good, but they're still kinda funny.

Here's the Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers Wild Force or any song in this chapter... all I own is my OCs and this story.

Hope you enjoy!


Merrick

Okay, I spent the next week trying to get used to the PDA thing… as well as adjust to the modern era as much as I possibly could…

Which, was trickier than I thought since three of the people I knew and spent most of my time with now thought I was from this time and I was used to everything since I was born.

Thankfully, Centaine taught me some tricks to get around it, and even helped me learn a few other games…. That she rightly schooled me in after she taught said tricks.

Right now, I was talking with the four in the Chatroom, while Centaine was out getting groceries and the other three were trying, and obviously failing, to study for some kind of driver's test.


From: Just Jeff

Hey Centaine… best friend of mine….

From: Not Center

For the hundredth time, I ain't helping.

From: It's Jill

Told you she'd say no.

From: That's Mat

As did I.

From: Ain't Merman

Come on, Centaine… I'm sure Jeff'll figure it out on his own… like a genius would.

From: Not Center

Damn straight.

From: Just Jeff

I hate you all.

From: It's Jill

Brother!

From: That's Mat

SURE, dude…

From: Not Center

Shut up, you love us.

From: Just Jeff

Yeah, whatever…


I chuckled lightly before I opened a privet chat with Centaine so I could tell her something I wanted to do.


From: Wolfblood

I'm gonna head to the mountainside to train on my Lunar Savage Cycle… wanna come after you're finished shopping?

From: Icy Penguin

Absolutely not!


I moaned in annoyance.

Of course, I should've expected that.


From: Wolfblood

Why not?!

From: Icy Penguin

SO many reasons.


I glared at the screen.


From: Wolfblood

I PROMISE you won't have to ride it… just watch me… please?

From: Icy Penguin

NO! And that's the final 'no' on this conversation.


I bit my lip and was about to turn the PDA off when the other conversation popped back up.


From: Just Jeff

Ugh! The test is in three days! Can ANYONE try to help me?

From: It's Jill

Or me?

From: That's Mat

Or, more importantly, me?

From: Not Center

Sorry guys, but my answer's no.

From: Ain't Merman

Same here. Sorry.

From: Just Jeff

Ugh! Fine. I gotta go anyway… talk to ya later.

From: It's Jill

Same here… bye.

From: That's Mat

Catch ya later.

From: Not Center

Alright… bye.

From: Ain't Merman

See ya later.


With that, though, I went back to the other conversation.

I stared at the words before me, but sighed.

"She's gonna have to say yes, cause I'm not doing it without her." I growled softly.


From: Wolfblood

When are you gonna get the groceries back here?

From: Icy Penguin

When are you gonna go to that stupid mountain?

From: Wolfblood

Fine… I'll be back as soon as I can.

From: Icy Penguin

Don't be too quick.


I sighed and closed my PDA before I walked out, seeing Willie clean a table.

"Hey, Willie… where'd Centaine go to get the groceries?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"Downtown, why?"

I shrugged, "Just wondering…."

I was about to head out the back when I stopped and turned back to him, "By any chance-"

"There's a Peugeot Speedfight you can borrow." He assured, "It's in the shed out back."

"Thanks!" I called before I headed to the building off to the side of the Roadhouse.

Once inside, I coughed a bit as the amount of dust that was in there.

"God… first the cellar, now the shed? Yeesh, and Centaine's a clean freak?" I grumbled softly before I noticed a dark green Motor Scooter close by.

That had to be it.

I coughed a bit more as dust kicked up the more I pulled it outside.

When I got it there, I noticed how rusty and dirty it actually looked.

"Oh, come on!" I groaned softly.

Half an hour later…

"Alright… now to chop some….. are you kidding me?!"

I looked up and saw Centaine walking out.

"Hey…" I let out softly.

"What are you doing to my Peugeot Speedfight?!"

She walked right past me and up to the ride.

"This is yours?" I blinked.

She nodded and looked it over, "Built him myself… haven't used him in almost 6 whole months."

"Are you calling it a him?" I blinked.

She glared up at me, "Most people who love cars do it."

"It's a motorized scooter."

"I know… I don't even know if he still works though… wait a second…" She got on the seat and kicked it on.

I blinked in surprise, "I didn't know you had a bike."

"Scooter." She corrected as she kicked it off, "There's a difference… a scooter, I don't need a license for… which I couldn't get anyway because of my weak immune system being a problem…"

"How can you ride this if-"

"If he runs on vegetable oil?" She smirked a bit, "As I said, I built him myself."

"Okay, could you stop calling the thing a he? It's starting to freak me out."

"Like you wouldn't name a bike?"

"No!" I denied, "My 'bike' comes from this." I held up my Wolf Crystal. "It transforms into my Lunar Savage Cycle when I need it too."

"Okay…?" She raised a brow.

"What's that look for?" I rolled my eyes.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's that I don't care." She replied, "My Peugeot Speedfight can go about… four-hundred miles without needing to be refilled… another little trick I put into it… and it's top speed is 70… which is fast for a Motorized Scooter… and that 70 can remain up a steep hill."

"Prove it." I smirked.

"I think I will. You wanted to go to the mountains to test your bike. I say we get there and have a race."

"You're on." I nodded, "Winner has to do Dishes for the next week."

"Oh, you're one!" She agreed before we shook hands.

1 hour later…

After we'd gotten to the Mountainside… she realized what I'd done.

"I can't believe you tricked me!" She groaned.

"Come on, one race? I promise you'll be okay." I insisted quickly.

She sighed, "If Uncle Willie finds out… hell… if Mathew finds out… they're gonna kill you."

"Why?" I rolled my eyes.

"Bikes kick up dirt, dirt turns to dust… and dust doesn't exactly sit will in my lungs!" She snapped.

I blinked… I hadn't thought of that…

"That's why you have a helmet." I noted, motioning to the headgear.

She glared at me and I couldn't help smiling.

"I hate you." She grumbled.

"I know." I also knew she didn't mean it literally.

She sighed, "Where's your bike anyway?"

I smirked again before I threw out the Wolf Crystal, instantly creating the Lunar Savage Cycle.

Her mouth dropped open.

"Holy… moley… ravioli…" She gaped.

I raised a brow at her, "Ravioli?"

"Cut me some slack…" She shook her head before she walked over to it, "Where did… when did… What did?!"

I smiled softly before I pulled her away, "Loading docks close to the port in town, I was dealing with an Org after I first became a ranger… and the Wolf transformed into this here bike itself."

Once I gave the praise, the Wolf growled softly.

She jumped a bit, "Tell me it's not sentient!"

"Well, the WolfZord can see and understand everything… but not that kind of sentient. I promise." I assured plainly.

"That is so not fair! Your bikes a literal Zord and mine's just a human-made Motor Scooter!"

"Well… there's one drawback." I relented.

She frowned, "Which is?"

"…I can't ride the Lunar Savage Cycle unmorphed."

She raised a brow, "Why not? Have you ever tried?"

I blinked, "Uh… no… actually… I haven't."

"I have an extra helmet." She opened up her scooter's seat and gave it to me, "Let's see if this thing won't buck you like a bronco after seeing a bull."

"I have literally-"

"Shut up, I'm in the make-'em-up mood!" She cut me off with an annoyed look.

I smiled lightly before I slowly got on my bike and looked at her, "Alright… ready."

She got up beside me on her scooter, "Same here…"

She kick-started hers and I looked at the head of the Cycle rubbing it softly.

"Okay…" I pulled on my helmet as she did the same.

"Ready!"

"Set!"

The WolfZord howled, causing us both to start.

However….

I slipped off the seat almost a few yards later.

"Merrick!" Centaine cried out, stopping her driving before she quickly turned it off and rushed up to me on foot, "Merrick, are you okay?!"

I groaned and nodded before I pulled off my helmet and blinked a bit, "Is the world spinning or is it just me?"

"Oh…" She gently rubbed my head, "Guess you were right… you should only ride that thing morphed…"

She stepped back and turned away.

"Maybe we should call it off?"

"What?" I blinked a bit more, "No!"

"I don't want you to get hurt worse!" She denied.

"I'll be okay this time…" I gently took her hand.

She sighed and looked back at me, "Merrick-"

"Please?" I near begged.

She gently pulled away and nodded, "Fine…"

As she started pulling her Scooter back to where it'd been before, I readied my morpher.

I pulled it out, pressed the top button, and pulled it back to my ear as I held my other arm out.

"Wild Access!"

Centaine

I blinked several times after he finished his morph.

"Holy Moley…. Rollie pollie!"

I know it sounded stupid… but I can not believe I was actually seeing his full Ranger form, in the light of day, without having been close to a panic attack.

His ranger suit was both silver and violet, but mostly silver, a golden sash with six 'ribbons' (If you could call them that) being what separated the colors with the violet being over his right shoulder and down his right arm, silver boots with a golden band around the top, silver gloves with a golden ribbon around the top, and claws at the end of each finger.

His pants were silver with Violet Zigzags going down them, a weird wolf patch above his heart.

But his helmet was like a silver wolf… but it looked like a weird version of it.

"This is the third time you've seen me morphed."

"First time I've ever seen you actually morph." I commented simply.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, "I have a feeling, it won't be the last… now come on…"

I smiled softly before I set my Peugeot Speedfight back in its place next to Merrick's…. what'd he call it? Lunar Savage Cycle?

Anyway, as we got back on them…. However… there was a strong gust of wind as something beeped.

Merrick put his fingers to his ears, causing it to stop a moment later, "Yeah? ….I'm on my way."

I groaned softly, "So the race is off after all?"

"…How about the first one that gets to the closest chapel wins the race?"

I grinned, "You're so on!"

Not a second later, we raced off.

20 minutes later…

While we had gotten to the chapel, I continued to follow Merrick till he reached the last one in town.

"So you're looking for brides?" I raised a brow.

"Yes… and this is the last one." He let out.

I nodded, "Then they've gotta be here."

"Let's hope." He breathed out before we got inside.

When we did, I can swear I heard screaming… though it was really soft.

"Uh… I know I'm not the ranger expert… but… do you hear muffled screaming?" I glanced over at him.

"That's gotta be them! Come on!" He grabbed my hand and started rushing down the hall.

"Whoa! Slow down!" I groaned softly.

Of course, he didn't listen.

10 minutes later…

"That's the tenth room we've checked!" I groaned.

"Where else would that be?" Merrick growled.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know… maybe somewhere that people wouldn't think to check in a chapel?"

"Where?"

I nearly hit my forehead, "I don't know… maybe… right over there!"

I pointed to the unlocked Basement door, turning him so he could see it.

"Oh…" He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes again, "And this is why I never plan on getting married."

We that, we got through the door and we both headed down the steps.

I frowned as we headed down the following pathway, and those screamed became a little more prominent.

But, they were pretty far still.

"Come on!" Merrick called as he started running down the path.

"I'm gonna kill whoever made this building." I groaned before I started after him.

5 minutes later…

We finally came to a locked door.

Where the screaming was coming from.

Merrick was about to blast off the handle when I grabbed his arm.

"Are you crazy?!" I hissed.

"What?" He looked over at me.

I pulled a bobby pin from my hair and jammed it into the lock as a make-shift pick.

Within seconds of jiggling it, I got the door open.

"Jeff taught me how to pick locks." I shrugged.

"I seriously gotta ask him about his morals…" He sighed before we stepped inside.

I hid behind a set of crates, but I was able to see a bunch of manikins…

Oh my god, they're what have been screaming?!

"Hold on! I'm gonna get you out!" Merrick assured before he pulled out his… weapon and shot something holding them still.

Within moments, all of the Manikins changed to living woman… in white dresses.

"The Bride Kidnappings!" My mind instantly realized.

One of the freaks the Power Rangers have been dealing with kidnapped brides?

"Man, this town's turning on its head!" I shook my own a bit… before I saw the brides rushing up to Merrick, praising and hugging him.

"Ah… it was nothing." He assured.

"You're not the one that picked the lock or have weak lungs." I growled softly, rubbing said area.

Stupid weak immune system.

Half an hour later…

"Sorry, we didn't have a proper race." Merrick sighed as we moved the Speedfight back to the shed.

I sighed as we moved inside, "It's fine… saving people is more important."

"Yeah… but… I really wanted to show you how my Savage Cycle worked…."

"It also got you hurt." I gently put a hand to a scrape on his cheek.

He pulled away, "I told you, I'm fine."

"And I'm calling Crap." I denied, putting my hand back, "Merrick, if I had been smarter…"

"It's not your fault." He pulled my hand down.

"How is it not?" I frowned, "If I hadn't thought that you could ride without your Ranger… form or whatever…"

"Centaine… I promise… it's not your fault." He stroked my hand softly.

It felt familiar, and comforting, and strange and rough.

With a shake of my head, I pulled my hand away.

"But… you're still hurt." I let out.

"I'll live." He pulled away.

"Merrick." I stared at him.

"What about you? Do your lungs hurt?"

"I'll heal." I denied him any sympathy.

"So will I." He let out.

"Merrick…" I whispered.

"Please, don't worry about me." He was about to hold my hands again, but he quickly stopped and pulled away, and looked around, "Why don't you clean in here? It looks horrible."

I shrugged, "So long as we don't disturb any dust, I'll live… and that's why I don't go in here… and I put my Motor Scooter inside."

Merrick frowned at me as we walked out and I shut the doors tightly.

"Why'd you give it up? Only a few months after you made it?"

"Finished making it." I corrected, keeping my back turned away from him, "And you wouldn't understand."

"Understand what?" He put a hand on my shoulder.

I looked down at it before I looked over my shoulder at him… seeing that he looked like he wanted to help.

I shoved his hand off.

"Have you ever loved someone you shouldn't?" I let out, "That got you ridiculed?"

He nodded and I raised a brow.

"My ex." He let out simply, "But I didn't care."

"You might not have, but I get ridiculed for not who my parents are or what they're doing. I get ridiculed for what both of their skins are." I bit out, "And I hate it. It got worse when I started riding this around…. People hated that I got this done and didn't give it up to anyone. So I did the second best thing. Locked it up. And I was thankful I wore my helmet and gloves all the way to the church to cover my face, hair, and hands."

Merrick started opening the shed back up, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't. Everything in there is the past to me."

"And its the present to me." He pulled away, "I want to know about you, Centaine."

"You wouldn't like it." I denied, "So don't try."

With that, I walked away.

Third Person

Merrick sighed softly.

"Great… now, what do I do?"

Later that day…

Merrick finished washing the gas pump… right as a bird flew overhead and landed on the top.

"Don't… you… dare…" He growled.

There was a loud bang and the bird cawed before flying away… leaving a large amount of its dropping behind.

"Oh come on!" He groaned and went to scrub it.

He heard giggling and glared over at the door to see Centaine holding a large rock.

"Works every time." She smirked.

Merrick sighed and finished scrubbing the pump before walking over, "Was that necessary?"

"Yeah, it cheered me right up." She smiled and nodded.

Merrick wanted to get mad at her… but one look at that smiling face… and he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He ended up smiling and chuckling softly.

With a shake of his head walked back to her.

The look of joy in her eyes… it sparkled more than he ever remembered Elise's had.

But Merrick knew something… he didn't know what exactly but he knew something was hidden deep behind those eyes.

As Centaine walked all the way back into the Roadhouse, her mind played over the day's events.

"How am I supposed to live with a guy from the past?"


Yeah, that last bit was just there because... I'm not a fan of short chapters...

Now I'm not a bike export, so I can't tell you all the major facts of Centaine's bike, I just found an image on Google, thought it looked cool, made sure it would be good against a bike like Merrick's, so, no I'm not sure if it can deal with Vegetable Oil as fuel... I just needed some reason Centaine could ride it without her chest killing her...

But, I hope you guys liked it.

Please review, and tell me what you think... just... please no hate.

Catch ya when I can!