At First Sight: Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I wish I did.
Challenge: Chance
Timeframe: Somewhere before Endings.
"Ugh, I am having some seriously bad hands," groaned Jack. "I think I'll quit now before I lose any more of my hard earned money."
Bridge nodded. "I learned the hard way," he said, shuddering at the memory. "When you run out of chips they make you do dares if you lose the hand."
Jack made a face.
Z laughed at the friend who was more like a brother. "I warned you not to play with them, Jack. They've got some mean poker faces."
"We're not that bad," protested the pink ranger in what could accurately be described as an evil voice. Syd glanced at her blue companion, a smirk on her face. He'd taught her to play poker when they were still D-Squad cadets and since then she'd developed a knack for it. Between the two of them no one else had a chance to win.
"I'm going to bed," announced the defeated red ranger.
"Sounds good," said Z and Bridge together.
When the rest of their team had bid them goodnight, Sky cracked a ghost of a smile at the pink princess of SPD and dealt out another hand.
"Oh, you're going down," cackled Syd, beaming at her cards. "Poor blue ranger."
Sky frowned at her statement and looked at his own cards. Well, whatever Syd had was sure to be better than the lousy two of clubs included in his hand.
"You know," Syd announced thoughtfully, putting her cards face down on the coffee table, "Life is like a game of poker, isn't it?"
Sky stared at her and placed his own cards on the tabletop. "How do you mean, Sydney?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Well, you don't know what you're going to get. It's a game of chance."
That made sense. "I never thought about it that way. Good point." He picked up his cards.
"Sky," she said softly. Her blue patterned cards still sat untouched and her equally blue eyes were boring holes in him. "Do you think we really have a chance?"
"What, to beat Gruumm?"
Syd shook her head, golden curls swinging about her lovely heart shaped face. "No, not about beating Gruumm. To be something more than we are. To be more than friends."
She had always been able to read him like an open book, and she knew it. She could take one look at him and know exactly how he was feeling and if there was a chance of him talking about whatever it was he was thinking about. Of course she had been able to see that he was in love with her.
He was hesitant in answering her query. "You know how I am," he mumbled, staring at the black two of clubs.
"But I know how you can be, too," she replied, reaching across the table for his hand. "And I honestly believe you and I can work."
"You're willing to take a chance on me?"
"You bet."
"That means a lot to me, Sydney," he said sincerely. "And if you're willing to wait just a little longer for me, I want to give it a shot."
Syd didn't say anything; she didn't have to. They had a chance.
