Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. So don't try to buy them from me. Please don't get all offended because I mocked your favorite Ranger. I try to mock them all. Besides, it's just for fun. I really do enjoy the show :). 'Hi" to all from AFPR…especially my fellow Psychos. Please let me know if I make any errors. I have no difficulty with receiving constructive criticism. Thanks to Joe Rovang and SirStack for their Writer's Guide to the Power Rangers Universe which I rely on a lot.

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

This is story number fourteen. (Thanks for the correction, cmar, I am resubmitting this).

Extra points to anyone who knows from where I'm getting my story titles (When Rangers Meet, More of When Rangers Meet, and Headquarter Where Rangers Meet).

Kim and Bridge

By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Like, what a cute baby you are!" cooed Kim as she looked into the crib. She couldn't believe her luck in landing such a high paying job. Ever since she got booted from the gymnastics team and black balled from all coaching and teaching positions, she had to survive by taking on side jobs like this. How was she to know that Tommy had a vengeful streak and friends in high places? The fact that Bridge's mom was more than willing to pay quintuple the going rate was a bonus.

"Gaaboo," squealed the baby. "Please don't touch me you overemotional nutcase," he thought.

Kim picked him up. "Awww, how sweet! Are you a good boy? Yes you are." She began to rock him. "I'll tell you stories. Do you like Hansel and Gretel? Or Rumplestiltskin? That's a particular favorite of mine." Especially since she had recently sold her grandmother's antique spinning wheel on Ebay for a hefty sum.

"Whaaaahhaaahhhhaaaaa!" cried Bridge as he squirmed uncomfortably in the sickening sweetness that flew over him in waves. He could already feel the cavities developing in his still undeveloped teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong?" cooed Kim. "You don't want either of those stories? Well, I don't know any others. I certainly don't know any where handsome princes and white knights rescue their princesses. No, I don't because they're all just conceited jerks!"

Bridge stopped crying in shock as Kim's feelings went sour. "Dadadada?" he asked tentatively. Wow, this woman was going to drive him nuts. He began to look around for something, anything that would get her to put him down.

"Dada?" sobbed Kim. "Tommy could have been a great dada. Oh, why did I ever write that stupid letter? Why did I let Coach Gunther talk me into it? Just because he had a mansion…and a yacht…and servants…" She trailed off, lost in thought. "Why didn't he marry me like he promised? Why did he run off just because Tommy came down and chased him around the compound in his stupid race car?" She cried even harder.

"Abbbaaa?" asked Bridge. "You can actually write? Wow, you're not as air headed as I thought." The sorrow now pouring into him was quite uncomfortable. He began to cry along with Kim.

It took Kim ten minutes to realize that the baby was crying also. She stopped her wailing and looked at him. "Oh, no, what's wrong? Are you hungry?" She grabbed Bridge's bottle and tried to feed him.

"Ptttuiiii!" spat Bridge. He hated baby formula. When were those idiots going to give him some buttery toast like his doddering old great grandfather did after blending up his own breakfast?

Kim watched as the still crying baby fluttered his fingers. "What does that mean?" She exclaimed. "Oh, I must calm you down!" She stood there, thinking for a minute. "Oh, maybe you're wet!"

"Baaaahaaaawwwwaaaaaaawwwwaaaaahhhhh!" Why did he drink all that apple juice that morning? The last thing he needed was more physical contact with this fruitcake. His nerves were already on edge.

Five minutes later, Kim had changed the baby and sat in a rocking chair with him in her arms. She was a bit perturbed because Bridge had begun to cry even harder.

"Maybe some singing will help you sleep." Kim began to rock the chair. Then she began to sing: "Down the road, we never know what life may have in store….." She continued to sing as Bridge continued to struggle. "Do you like it? I wrote it for Tommy while we were dating." She frowned suddenly. "And I wrote this afterwards: Down the road I drove my car and ran you with it over and over…" By the end of the song, she was angrily rocking the chair as fast and roughly as possible, having forgotten the baby in her arms.

"Waaaaahaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaawwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhaawaaaaaa aaaaaaahhaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhaaaaaaawaaaaaaaahhhaaaahaaahha!" This time, Bridge was screaming as his babysitter's angry and annoying song crashed over him in waves. "That does it," he thought. "I've got to get rid of her." He closed his eyes in concentration.

"Awwwww, is Bridgey making a poopie?" gushed Kim. Suddenly the baby flew out of her arms and landed gently in the crib. Kim gasped in awe. "What the?" Then she felt herself being lifted out of the chair and thrown out a window that had opened on its own. Kim jumped up and ran down the street screaming

"Hehehehehehehe" giggled Bridge. Somehow, he knew he had used up the small amount of telekenises power that he had, but that was okay since he still had those other cool powers, like reading auras and minds. Well, he wouldn't let anyone know about that last one for a long while yet. Suddenly he felt something. "Waaaahaaaaahaaaaaaaa!" he cried in desperation for someone to come change his 'poopie.'

AN: Yes, I know the ending stinks. I just couldn't think of a way for Bridge to get rid of Kim. Oh well, I guess they can't all be good.