Disclaimers and Whatnot: This story is Mary Sue. It's your choice to read it. Both "Diagnosis Murder" and "Power Rangers" don't belong to me. DM belongs to CBS, Viacom, Paramount, and PAX (I believe). PR belongs to Hiam Saban and Shuki Levy (and, quite possibly, ABCFamily and Fox). The character of Lisa, however, is mine. Like you don't know that by now. Fans of the shows, please disregard – even though there's no mention of anything in this story, because with AL (Alien Lisa/Lisa) there, it never happened – the Kimberly/Katharine thing with Tommy and any romantic interests Jesse Travis had for reasons already stated. For the curious, this story takes place from June 23, 2001 (a Saturday) to July 16, 2001 (a Monday). If you don't understand something, just go with it (or ask me and I'll try to explain). Eventually, I'll have stories to explain the stories. ^^
Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny, the perfect day for a road trip. It was always best to get an early start, even on such short trips such as the one the occupants of the apartment were about to take, but one of said occupants was still sound asleep. Naturally, it was the one who'd planned the whole trip in the first place.
The California sun broke through the curtains as the warm morning breeze drifted into the room. It caressed the hair of the woman sleeping in one of the two beds. However, she only welcomed it with a low groan and turning her back on the window.
Into the room walked former Power Ranger Tommy Oliver – 6 foot even, long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, brown eyes, wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt – carrying a chocolate frosted donut in one hand and a glass of soda in the other. He noticed the form in the bed pulling the blanket over her face in the universal gesture for "Go away and let me sleep", but he wasn't going to let that deter him.
"Lisa," he called softly, setting down the food on the nightstand, the donut on top of the cup. "Time to get up." He sat on the edge of the bed, bent and kissed her cheek.
"Mrrph…" the one named Lisa muttered, sticking her head underneath the pillow.
"Come on, Lisa," he said. "Wake up."
"G'way," she said, her voice muffled from being under the pillow. "Saturday. Wanna sleep. Sleep good."
"Hey, this was your idea."
The only response he got was a mutter that sounded suspiciously like "leave me alone", but he let it slide. Lisa was always cranky in the morning, but this trip was her idea, after all.
"Lisa…"
"Tired…"
He chuckled and shook her shoulder. "You know, I put these things in the fridge for you." Tommy indicated the donut even though his girlfriend couldn't see. "It'll soften by the time you eat it."
"Go 'way!" she whined, trying to bury herself deeper in the blankets.
Now, Tommy sighed and lifted the pillow off her face. She groaned and yanked the blankets up.
"Oh, well," he said flippantly, "I guess you don't want to visit your friends, then."
There was a long, low whine.
He swung his legs up onto the bed and used the pilfered pillow as a backrest. "I bet Jesse's really looking forward to seeing you again."
Grunt.
"And Mark, too, probably. Don't you think?"
Grunt.
"Of course, you haven't told them you're coming. So it won't matter if you just sleep the rest of today. We'll go see 'em another time." He patted her head and stood to replace the pillow, but Lisa had lifted her arm and pushed it away.
"You're annoying, you know that?" she asked, yawning.
"I love you, too," said Tommy. "Now, get up."
Lisa rolled over and squinted at her watch. "It's nine in the morning, Tommy," she whined.
"And it takes forty minutes to drive to Malibu without traffic. So come on."
She groaned.
"Come on or I'll drag you out."
"Mrrrph," she grunted, then grabbed her glasses and climbed out of bed.
"That's my girl," Tommy said, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "I'll let you get dressed. But if you're not done in five minutes, I'll dress you myself."
He walked out leaving Lisa standing in her shorts and t-shirt, giving a dirty look to his departing back.
End part one.