Ch-4: Couple
The younger Sky and Z put the handcuffs back in the medic alien, and led him out, as they were walking through SPD corridors, they saw that guy who looked like a cross between Sky and Z, standing over with that gorgeous girl, aka Ruth. It seemed like they were arguing over something.
"you do it. She appointed you for it." She yelled.
"you're the girl. You're more fit for it." He countered.
"being a ranger has it's downsides. You need to remember that."
"well, it wasn't my first choice."
"as if it was mine."
"Still, you're gonna do it."
"I'm the Nova Ranger!"
"I'm the Green ranger!"
"I'm your superior."
"I'm your brother."
"I'm older." She said, with authority.
"Well at least I'm legitimate." He said, throwing his hands in the air, she stood silent. She didn't know how to counter that.
"look at that. The next generation us." sky said, smirking, thinking of his own arguments with Z. he turned to look at her, and saw that she had a pained look in her eyes.
"did I hit a nerve?" he asked, taken aback.
"no."
"something I said?" he asked, now getting concerned. On any normal occasion, his comments would've received a reaction; friendly or deadly, but an extravagant reaction.
"nothing you said, Sky Tate.
The two continued walking. Sky remembered his promise not to pester Z about her past.
It had been a really long day of going through criminal files, missing persons reports, a few hundred FIRs, and finally, going to a dozen places to see if the criminal, DeeZee Vaughn was anywhere, and in the end the two rangers from the past realized that it had all been a waste. The medic provided no more information than the fact that the alien was green eyed and reptilian skinned.
Sky and Z walked through the empty SPD corridors, minus the alien this time, (they had put him in confinement again until tomorrow), and saw the Ruth and Sam making out at a quiet spot.
"hi!" sky said, busting upon them.
"HELLO, a little privacy please!" Sam said, annoyed.
"C'mon, why are you hiding like that, you got rooms, do your stuff there." Z added, putting a hand on sky's shoulder.
"nice way to go Mom." Ruth complained, Z scowled.
"You are really obnoxious." Z said.
"Wonder where she gets that from." Sky added, sarcastically, receiving a punch in the ribs.
"shut your mouth." Z told him,
"yes ma'am!" he mocked.
"No seriously, shut up, or you're going in the Crate!"
Sky silenced up.
"leave us alone. I mean, I know you guys are my friends from the past, but seriously, a guy needs some alone time with his girlfriend." Sam exclaimed.
"why ARE you two hiding?" z asked.
"you aren't exactly the super-cool soccer mom, you know. You'd rip me apart if you knew I was dating your daughter." Sam said, matter-of-factly.
"Guess people change." She replied. And she and sky walked off.
They had to go together, as they were sharing a room. Not a very convenient arrangement for either, but they had stopped bickering as they used to. At least.
Walking towards the dorm rooms, they suddenly heard some sounds, weird sounds; giggling, mostly, and an occasional moan or two.
They decided to check it out, though it would've been best had they ignored it.
The sliding door was just a crack open, and the two peeped in. There was a woman in a crimson red colored bathrobe, sitting on the lap of a man, in a navy blue bathrobe on a plush velvet couch kissing him passionately, and they hadn't noticed the other two, who had now pushed the door open and were watching the drama with a sort of perverse curiosity.
Actually, they were more like gawking at the two, recognizing the woman to be Z. the man's face was turned away from them.
Sky and younger Z were alarmed, and gave a little alarm cough, when they realized the two were in the process to take off each other's bathrobes. And the two faces turned, and, Schuler Marcus Tate felt like his whole dinner had come up his esophagus, not because it had been Sardines, but because the man in the navy blue bathrobe had been none other than Sky Tate's older self.
A/N: the younger sky and z are not really a couple yet. but they'll get there, hopefully.
