Disclaimer:  I don't own Power Rangers.  Someone else does.  I don't know who because it keeps changing.  Please don't get offended if I insult your favorite character.  Some pairings are easy to write a story for while others are really tough.  So please realize that some of my stories will be better than others.  Hi to all my fellow AFPR's including my fellow female Psychos :).  And I really appreciate the reviews :).

Note:  This is my first Ranger repeat.  Yes, I picked Joel's name again.  And there is a special guest at the end (laughs evilly). 

Kim and Joel

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

     "Hello?"  Kim asked as she knocked on the edge of the open office door.  "I'm here about that wing walker job."  She frowned at Joel who had his feet up on a desk and was leaning his chair back.  A cowboy hat covered his face.

     "Hmmm, must be really busy trying to concentrate on something,"  thought Kim.

     "ZZZZZZZZSSSSSHHHHHHHHHZZZZZZXXXXXXXXX."

     Kim sighed.  "Excuse me?"  She called a bit louder.  "I'm here about that wing-walker job.  May I…"

     "ZZZZZCHCHCHCHCHSSSSSSHHHHHHXXXXXXXKKHKHKHKHHZZZZZZ"

     "Good Lord," Kim grumbled to herself.  "He snores worse than Tommy."

     "CCZZZZZZCHHHHHHHHSHHHSHHSHHCCCZZZZZZXXXCCHCHHCHCHZ"

     Kim marched into the office and kicked at the chair leg.  The office chair tipped over, unceremoniously dumping Joel to the floor.

     "What the? Who did that?  When I get my hands on you I'll…" Joel continued to rant as he retrieved his cowboy hat from under his desk.  He stood up and turned to the door to confront whoever had woken him up from his lovely nap.

     "Oh, hello," Joel said in surprise when he finally noticed Kim.  "Did you see where he went?"

     "Where who went?"  Kim feigned innocence.

     "That jerk who…oh never mind."  Joel smiled at her and offered her a chair as he sat back down.  "Please sit down, Ma'm.  How may I help you?"

     "Well," said Kim, "I saw your advertisement in the newspaper for the wing walker job and I'd like to apply."

     "Well, it's a pretty popular position.  Got hundreds of gals applying," said Joel lazily.  "I'll just give you an application.  I'll need ten references, fingerprints, three background checks, affidavits from everyone you ever met, and a thesis on the history of wing walkers.  Then I'll get back to you in about six months."

     "Oh, forget it."  Kim grumbled as she headed for the door.  "Maybe I'll go try for that bungee cord testing job instead."

     "Nooooooo!!!!!!"  Joel jumped up and ran for the door.  "Please, don't go!  I was just kidding about all that stuff!"

     "What's the big deal?" asked Kim suspiciously.  "You have more than enough applicants for…"

     "There are no other applicants," Joel cried.  "You're the first one to answer my ad in over a year.  And if I don't do something to boost the air shows, I'll go out of business."  His voice became whinier as he fell to his knees.  "Please don't go…please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please…"

     "All right already!"  Kim growled.  "Get up, only Tommy's allowed to beg from me like that."

     They headed back to the desk.  Joel pulled out a pad and pen. "Er, ok, so what is your name anyway?"

     "Kimberly Ann Hart."

     "What are your qualifications?"

     Kim looked at Joel strangely, then smiled and sidled up to him.  "Well, I didn't know you were interested in that kind of thing.  But if you must know, I once had three men in one night and they…"

     Joel looked at her strangely as he edged away.  "I mean qualifications for this job!"

     "Oh, of course," Kim blushed furiously.  "Err, you won't tell Tommy about this will you?  He thinks he's the only one...well, you know."

     "Of course not," sighed Joel.  "I don't even know this "Tommy."  Now could you please answer my question?"

     Kim leaned back smugly.  "Well, I am a three time gold medallist at the Pan Global games.  I've gone sky diving several times.  And I used to practice wing walking on my uncle Steve's airplane until I complete unbalanced it and caused him to crash into an abandoned warehouse.  Hmmm…I wonder if he's out of traction yet."

     "And?"  Joel urged.

     "And what?" asked Kim.  "What more do you expect?"

     "Well, I only tend to hire the best," Joel nodded his head towards the back wall that was full of photographs.  "Seeing as how I am one of the best there is."  He put his feet up on his desk and his arms behind his head with a self-satisfied smirk.

     Kim went to the back wall to study the photographs.  "Hey, these are all pictures of the Lightspeed Rangers," she noted with an air of contempt.  The fact that these Rangers were allowed to show their identities while she and her fellow Rangers were still honor bound not to reveal theirs really irked her.  Just thinking about all the potential mall discounts she could have been receiving as perks for being a heroine increased her anger.

     "Yep," drawled Joel.  "Power Rangers are the best of the best.  The only people I associate with or hire."

     Kim glanced back at the outer office.  "Probably explains why you don't even have a secretary."  She had wondered about all the misspellings and typos on the application.  She looked again at the photographs.  "Hey, you're their Green Ranger.  But I still don't see how I'm not qualified enough to be a wing walker."

     Joel sighed and stood up.  "Now, now, it's not your fault you haven't been specially chosen to be a Ranger."

     "But what has that got to do with…"

     "After all, it takes a very important person to be able to do this," Joel posed in the middle of the room.  "Lightspeed Rescue!" he bellowed.

     With a flash, Joel had morphed into the Green Lightspeed Ranger.  "Check out the tight fit of this outfit and these cool weapons.  Now, you should be able to see why I can't have someone as lowly as you working with me."

     Kim kept smiling...well, actually, she gritted her teeth, but Joel thought she was still smiling.  "You know, not ALL of the Rangers get to brag.  Some of us...er, I mean them, live by a code of honor to keep their identities secret.  And," she continued in disgust as she saw one photograph of two beautiful women kissing a morphed Joel on his cheeks, "they NEVER used their powers for personal gain."

     "Bunch of doofuses if you ask me."  Joel replied as he studied his own flexed muscles.  "What's the good of being a Power Ranger if you can't flaunt it?  Now, leave me alone, you unimportant nobody."  With that, he waved Kim away.

     Kim stomped out of the office mumbling to herself.  Five minutes later, Joel didn't even notice the bright flash of pink.  Nor did he notice as the Pink Morphin Ranger snuck up behind him, pulled out her bow, and shot an energy arrow towards his butt.

     "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!" Joel howled in agony.  Rubbing his sore behind, he turned around, but no one was there.

     Out in the hallway, Kim had demorphed.  "Well, that's one advantage to keeping a secret identity.  Gee, Zordon, thanks for letting me do that.  He was really getting on my nerves.  I guess you really wanted me to teach him a lesson."

     "Well, actually, I just wanted an excuse to see you in spandex again," said the head-ghost floating in front of her.  "But have it your way.  Now I have to get going."

     "Ok," Kim smiled.  "I'll miss you, but we'll see each other in Heaven one day."

     "Are you kidding?" sneered Zordon.  "Do you really think I would still be a  #*%@# floating head if I had made it to Heaven?  I guess they didn't like that threesome I had with Rita and Goldar before I got trapped."  With that, he dived down into a crack in the floor.

     "Uh…" Kim said standing in shock.