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This is story number thirty-four.

Trent and Justin

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Trent looked around tentatively as he peeked into the mansion. He breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't hear Mesagog's heavy breathing or smell his rancid fish breath. His dad had tried wearing a bell to give his son a heads up whenever he was around, but Mesagog had simply torn it off.

Trent rarely stayed at home anymore, anyway. He just needed to wash up and change after Conner's soccer demonstration at the park had ended up with his easel getting knocked over onto him. His normally white shirt was now dripping with every Ranger color and a few non-Ranger colors. He contemplated suing the Red Dino Thunder Ranger for the cleaning bill as he stepped all the way into the mansion.

"Whooooomp!" A blue blur dove from behind the open door and tackled Trent to the ground. "I've got you now!" cried the young man who now had him pinned on the ground. "You won't get away with your evil ways!"

Trent rolled his eyes. Then he simply threw the other man off him. He jumped up and got into a defensive position. "Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing in my home?"

Justin snorted. "I'm going to be your worst nightmare. I'm going to make you sorry you ever messed with Tommy."

Trent stared at him. There was something familiar about the geeky eighties haircut. "Wait a minute, you're that Justin brat Dr. O keeps moaning about. Hmmmm...I can see what he means by 'annoying hyperactive brat.' No wonder he can tolerate Conner so well."

Justin growled and dove for Trent who simply stepped out of the way. "How'd you know about me? Did you torture Tommy for the information?"

Trent frowned. "Dr. O's my teammate. Why would I do that to him when he's got all you guys on a video."

Justin casually sauntered over to a curio cabinet and began examining the items in it. "Well, that could very well, explain it. Except for one thing."

"Oh, what's that?" Trent asked a little nervously. His dad loved his collection of fossils and got very upset, turning into Mesagog upset, whenever Trent even accidentally touched one. "Do you mind not touching those? I don't feel like having a morphed battle with my father's lackeys."

Justin glared at him. "There's no way Tommy could've recorded you. He's not technically bright enough to use a camcorder." He picked up a fossil and chucked it towards Trent's head. The fragile item broke and fell on the floor. He reached for another fossil, but Trent dove towards him and knocked him on the floor.

"Are you nuts?" screamed Trent. "My dad will kill me for that! Besides, Dr. O got the old videos from some old Command Chamber thing and had Hayley help him record the rest." He picked up the fossil pieces and tried to put them back together.

Justin got up and brushed himself off. "Oh, I didn't think of that. Hey! You know whenever I did something to tick my dad off all I had to do was give him the puppy dog eyes and remind him of the time he had stuck me into an orphanage and left me there for six years."

"Are you kidding me?! What does you being so annoying that even your dad didn't want you have to do with me? My dad will kill me. I mean he will literally turn into Mesagog and kill me. And Mesagog doesn't put up with 'puppy dog eyes.' I tried that when I was evil and he zapped me all around his dungeon." Trent began searching in some nearby drawers for the Krazy glue.

"My dad put me in there so he could find a...HEY! Nice try distracting me, Evil One." He leaped at Trent and knocked them both against the curio cabinet. The fossils all fell to the floor.

"Nooooo….ah hell," grumbled Trent as he again shoved Justin off him. "He's already gonna kill me, may as well make it worth the effort." He began to stomp up and down on the fallen fossils. "How'd you like that, Mesadad? You want us all to become dinosaurs?! Well, I'll be a dinosaur and crush everything the way you're crushing my hopes and dreams!"

"Why?" cried Justin, joining Trent's tantrum with one of his own. "Why did he leave me? Why did he lie about looking for a job?" Almost a year after being reunited with his father, Justin had learned from one of his father's coworkers that Mr. Stewart had gotten the position only a month after dumping his son into Little Angels. "Why didn't he just tell me that my constantly blowing up the vacuum, car, and pets was annoying him so much? I would've stopped, honest!" Justin wasn't too sure what exactly had put his father over the edge. He had already forgotten about his messing with the electric shaver, causing his Dad to go into work not knowing about the thick layer of lipstick and rouge on his face. Mr. Stewart's subsequent firing gave him just the excuse to put his 'creative' six-year old into another home.

Trent stopped crushing the fossils and stared at Justin. "Wow, you're even more annoying than Dr. O indicated. Good thing he let me see those videos after I joined the DinoThunder Rangers."

Justin stopped sobbing and charged Trent once again. Trent jumped aside and Justin landed on the sofa. "No way would Tommy allow an evil Ranger to join his team! He's too good. He's too noble. He's the greatest of the great! How dare you even imply that he would have you on his team."

Trent looked thoughtfully at the other man. "I already told you, I'm not evil anymore. I'm one of the good guys. Besides, Dr. O told me that Jason welcomed him to the original team after he stopped being Rita's evil Green Ranger."

Justin looked confused. "Huh? I never knew Jason was an evil Green Ranger. I thought he was just Red back then."

Trent rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "You dolt, I'm talking about Dr. O. Wait, didn't you even know about his past as a Ranger?"

"Sure I do!" Justin said brightly. He straightened up, cleared his throat, and began reciting the way Tommy had taught him years ago. "All make way for the Great Tommy Oliver, once heroic White Ninja Ranger and now daring Red Turbo Ranger." He paused. "Nope, nothing in there about him being an evil Green Ranger."

Trent gaped at Justin incredulously. "You mean to tell me that all that time you were a Ranger no one told you about Dr. O's past? Wow, you really need to watch this video!" With that, he grabbed Justin and shoved him into a chair. Straps automatically entwined his arms and legs. He was glad he had snuck it up from Mesagog's lair.

"What the? What is this?!" cried Justin as he struggled. "Evil one! What have you done?"

"Shut up," growled Trent as he shoved a disc into the Dvd player, grateful that Hayley had allowed him to make his own personal copy. The eighty-hour non-paid workweek he agreed to would be well worth it. He pressed play.

Ten minutes later, Justin was reduced to blubbering tears. "Noooo! Tommy! Why'd you lie to me? Why why why?"

"Heh, heh, heh," snickered Trent as he snuck out of the room. "That'll teach that pest. Now to get this paint out of my clothes before it sets. ULP!" he gagged as someone grabbed him by the throat. "Mesadad! I mean…uh….a wind blew your fossils apart? Wait, wait! Don't do that!"

An hour later, Trent was still writhing from Mesagog's mental attack as he frantically dug around the backyard for new fossils..