Disclaimer: No! No! I won't do it! I own the Rangers. They're mine! Mine, I tell you! What? What do you mean I don't? I paid that guy ten whole bucks for them! Really? I don't own them? Awwwwwww…..I want my money back!

You can read the first two hundred stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet," and "Those Rangers Just Keep on Meeting.

This is story number thirty-seven.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. Honest, they are.

Flynn and Katie

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Thanks for the package, Laddie," said Flynn as he grabbed the large box from the delivery man. "Here's your tip." He turned to head back into the Garage. "Ow!" he cried as the bag of haggis smacked him in the back of his head. "See if I give you anymore tips!" he called as the delivery truck sped away.

"It's here! It's finally here!" exclaimed Flynn as he placed the box on top of Scott's car. Then he slid it back and forth, scratching up the paint. Anything to get back at the Red RPM Ranger for paying some kids to paint his favorite bus in multiple colors and tape a 'Nervous Mother Driving' sign on the back.

"Now I will be able to make the most stupendous, amazing, fantastic smoothies ever!" He opened the flaps and then began tossing the packaging aside. "Acch!" he said as he pulled the device out of the box. "This is certainly the oddest Supreme Smoothie Maker I've ever…." WHOOSH!

(Meanwhile, in an underground shelter beneath Silver Hills, a distraught Red Time Force Ranger was sobbing the name 'Jen' and consoling himself with a strawberry-peach smoothie.)

"What…what was that?" asked Flynn as he looked around. Everything seemed unfamiliar. The buildings had a shiny metallic look to them. Cars and strange vehicles were flying along the streets. Short little robots were crying 'ayiyi' and 'yoyoyo' as they pestered the drivers to let them wipe their windshields. "Hey, Mack!" he called to someone who was lifting what looked to be a futuristic couch. "Where am I?"

"Ah!" cried Katie as she whipped around; dropping the object she had been carrying. "I hate that!" She stomped closer to Flynn who was beginning to shrink back. "Do I look like a Red android that got to be human and then begged his dad to make him an android again so he could win all the games at the 2012 Olympics?"

"Acch! My deepest apologies, Lassie," squeaked Flynn. "It's just that you looked like a guy from the back. And I must say you are extremely strong…"

"If you finish that sentence with 'for a woman,' I won't hesitate to show you how strong I really am." She then burst into tears. "It's not fair! I didn't ask to be made into a freak! I didn't ask for guys to run away every time I hug them! I didn't ask to be the one who has to lift the colossal statue of the Great Green/White/Red/Black/ Purple/Silver/Plaid/Chrome and Bubble Ranger so they can sweep under it every year."

"Okay, okay, Lassie," said Flynn as he attempted to placate the angered Yellow Time Force Ranger. "I was just asking a simple question. Never mind, I'll just head into that store and ask them."

"Wait! That's not a…"

"Whoa!" exclaimed Flynn as he jumped back from the open maw as the carnivorous robot clamped its teeth together. "Where the &*%$*$% am I?"

"Wait, what happened to your accent?" asked Katie with suspicion.

"Whatever do you mean, Lassie?" asked Flynn nervously.

"Just then, you dropped that Scrooge McDuck voice." Katie narrowed her eyes, "You're not really Irish are you?"

"Irish?" exclaimed Flynn. "Do I sound Irish to you? I'm Scottish!" With that he pulled out a blue flag with a large white X on it and began waving it around.

"Sorry," said Katie. "It's just that for a minute there you sounded…"

"Yes, pure Scottish. Born and bred in the lovely town of Brigadoon."

"…like a fake!" Katie grabbed him by the collar and held him up against a brick wall. "Okay, who are you really?"

Flynn sighed. "I told my dad it was a stupid idea to go into that witness protection program," he said with no trace of a Scottish accent. "But who listens to a five year old? I mean, all he had to do was apologize to that funny guy in the red muscle suit with the Z on top of his head for screwing up the repairs on that big snake ship of his and give him his money back."

"Nevermind," said Katie. "Just go back to wherever you came from, I have work to do." She hefted the futuristic couch back onto her shoulder.

"I don't even know where I am…or is it when?" asked Flynn as he watched a flying garbage truck narrowly miss the top of a building and spill its contents on a guy in a white coat and sunglasses.

"That's what you get for spying on me, you jerk!" called Katie as the former Red Time Force Ranger stomped away, cursing as he shook the filth from his hair and clothing. Time Force paid so little that over half of its members had claimed injuries in order to collect workman's compensations. Alex had become suspicious when Katie claimed to have a bad back injury after thumb wrestling with Trip.

Flynn watched in confusion, and then shook his head. "I must get back home; the other Rangers won't be able to fight without me." Actually, at that very moment in his own timeline, the RPM Rangers were successfully destroying the LampshadeHead Monster. Gem had managed to quickly assemble a robot to control the Blue Ranger's Zord. The Gold RPM Ranger was determined to do anything to keep from losing his sister to that smoothie making Casanova.

"Rangers?" asked Katie as she again dropped the couch. "Power Rangers?" She ran through the list of Rangers she had learned about in her head. "Oh, you must have been that guy who led Scotland to its victory over the rest of Europe, Canada, Japan, and the Phillipines in the Bagpipe War of 2016. I hear it took just a year of enforced kilt wearing and caber tossing before everyone revolted and things went back to normal." She tilted her head as she studied Flynn's confused face. "Yeah, I did the right thing getting you to admit you're not Scottish."

"Oh, very funny," laughed Flynn. "Do you do standup comedy when you're not moving," he looked down at the couch that now had several scratches and a tear in it. "Or should I say destroying furniture?"

Katie looked down at the couch. "Nooooooo!" she flopped down on it and sobbed. "My brother trusted me to move this for him! He's going to hate me! Mom and Dad will say I'm lazy. They'll never invite me to the family get togethers! My Grandmother will disinherit me! I'll never see my family again!"

After listening to the crying woman for several minutes, Flynn cleared his throat. "Perhaps you could take a break from your self-pity party to point me to the nearest expert in time travel, Lassie," Flynn blanched as Katie's face went from sorrow to rage in a split second. "Sorry, sorry, force of habit."

"So, you want me to point you to a time travel expert?" asked Katie with a tight grin on her face. "Sure, I'd be happy to oblige." She grabbed Flynn by the back of his collar and his belt and lifted him off the ground.

"Really, that's not necessa….rrrryyyyyyyyyyy!" cried Flynn as he flew through the air. He landed with a thump on an already annoyed and stinking Time Force officer. "Sorry about that, Laddie," he began. "I was just…hey!" he protested as a pair of electronic handcuffs were slapped on his wrists.

"I do not appreciate being called a female dog," called Katie who watched in amusement as Flynn was led away. She turned back to the couch, and noticed her green hair friend sitting on it. "Oh, come on Trip," she said as she saw him hold his thumb out with a smile. "I don't want to thumb wrestle again. No, Trip!" she protested as he grabbed at her thumb. "Owwww! My poor back!" she cried as she was again flipped over and landed on the ground.

It took Flynn just a few hours to convince Time Force that he was in the wrong time period by accident. It took him a few weeks of bouncing around different time periods before the financially strapped organization was finally able to send him back to the Garage…and a very livid Gemma who was getting sick of waiting for him while avoiding the lecherous robot her dumb twin had built.

AN: I don't own the Partridge Family (reference to Flynn's bus getting painted multiple colors). I also don't own the Scottish flag. Happy New Year to all.