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 :).

     Well, here's the next story in my little series.  Sorry for the delay, but between working at camp and a short writer's block, it's taken me a few weeks longer to get this out.  Oh, and the fact that I misplaced a disc with another story on it doesn't help much  :P

     Anyway, I will continue this series, but things will continue to be slow since school is starting and I have to give priority to student reports and evaluations.  Have a good fall J

     Oh, and please forgive me for the big gaffs I'll be making in relation to Air Force One.  My mind is still acting a bit rusty. 

Kim and Damon

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

 "Stupid piece of crap!" Kimberly grumbled as she shoved the gigantic Crane Zord towards Henderson's Garage.  Normally, she would have let Alpha and Billy do the repairs, but the Zord hadn't been damaged in battle.  "How was I to know this stupid thing wouldn't fit through the mall doors?" she moaned.  For once, she thought she had the perfect plan to hit all of the sales in record time. 

     Kimberly knew Zordon wouldn't be too happy with her either.  And she really didn't want to face his wrath.  She winced as she remembered the time Tommy had snapped off the Falcon Zord's left wing while hotrodding against Air Force One.  His punishment had been to clean millennia of filth out of the bottle Ninjor slept in.  Who would ever have guessed the Ninja master to have a severe incontinence problem?  So, instead, she had decided to get the Zord fixed elsewhere.

     "Whoa!" a young teenager lounging near the garage called.  "That's the ugliest sports car I've ever seen."

     Kim paused to stare incredulously at the boy.  His green overalls indicated him to be a garage worker; as did the large nametag on his shirt- Damon Henderson, Junior Apprentice.  "Well, from your name tag, I can see you're enough of an expert to tell the difference between a car and a Zord," she snorted derisively.

     "Well, maybe one day there will be car Zords," Damon retorted in an insulted tone.

     "That's about as likely as you being a Power Ranger," said Kimberly.  With that, she continued to push the Zord across the parking lot.

     "Hey! Let me help you!" Damon called as he began to head towards Kim. 

     "No thanks," called Kim.

     "But, I just want to show you…."

     "Look," Kim said in exasperation, "there's no way I'm going to let some 'junior apprentice' touch such a delicate piece of machinery."  As she said that, she smacked the edge of the Zord against a light pole, breaking off a huge chunk of metal. "Damn, I hope they can Krazy glue that on."

     "But, all you have to do is…"

     "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" screamed Kim.

     "Fine, fine, have it your way," sighed Damon.  Only the first day on the job in his uncle's garage and already he was feeling the stress.  He just hoped that his hair wouldn't fall out prematurely the way his uncle's had.  "Nah, no way that could happen," Damon reassured himself as he brushed his hand through his curly locks.

     An hour and a lot of cursing later, Kimberly had finally pushed her Crane Zord up to the garage.  Even in her morphed form, it had been an overwhelming task.

       As she paused to catch her breath, Damon reached down and pressed a button near the bottom.  Four large wheels popped out of the bottom of the Zord.  With a smirk at the disbelief in Kim's face, he turned and headed back into the garage. 

     "Now, why didn't I think of that?" Kim moaned to herself.  Of course, it didn't help that she had used the dumbed down instruction booklet Billy had given her as a lipstick blotter.  Realizing that the Zord was too big to fit through the doors, she took a bicycle chain out of a pocket dimension and fastened it to a post outside the door.  Then she entered the garage.

     "Hello?" Kim called at the main desk.  "I need a manager to help me with my Zord."  When no one replied, she tried again.  "Excuse me, famous Pink Ranger here.  I need someone important to fix my Zord."

     "Well, seeing as I'm the only one here, I guess you're out of luck."  Damon had followed her into the office. 

     "Where is everyone else?" asked Kim.

     "They all got called away.  Seems that some idiot had tried to race against Air Force One and did some real damage to it.  So, until it gets repaired it's stuck in a field outside of Angel Grove."  Damon sighed, "but, since I'm just a lowly apprentice, I'm sure you'll want to find another garage.  I think there's another one about six miles up the road."

     "No!" Kim gasped at the thought of pushing the Zord even further.  "I mean, I guess you can take a look at it.  You know, like as an educational thing."

     Damon smirked.  "Oh, but I really don't think I'm good enough to even be looking at you.  After all, I'm just a stupid kid and you are the mighty Pink Power Ranger."  With that, he turned to walk out of the door.

     Kim broke out in tears.  "Ok, ok, I'm sorry!  Please help me with this stupid thing."  She ran to Damon and fell to her knees in front of him.  "Please, I don't want the others to know what an airhead I am.  Well, they know that already, but anyway, I need this Zord." 

     As she continued to plead, her communicator went off.  "Kimberly, where the hell are you?" came Zordon's voice.  "Alpha called you over two hours ago.  All the Rangers are busy fighting a bunch of gigantic monsters and they really need the Crane Zord to make the Ninja Megazord.  Kimberly????  You'd better not be at that damn mall again…"

     Zordon's voice cut off when Kim pressed the "off" button.  "As I said, I really, really need this Zord."

     "Hmmm," Damon said in a calm tone despite his eagerness to work on an actual Zord.  "Well, it's not like I'll ever get to see one of these this close again, so, I guess I can spare a few minutes from my busy schedule."

     "What busy schedule?" Kim dryly commented as she finally noticed the empty garage.

     "Er, we fixed everything else this morning and the customers all picked up their vehicles."  Damon sighed in relief as the Pink Ranger seemed to believe him.  No need to let her know of all the litigation against the garage for faulty repairs.  Or that customer's preferred to bring their cars to Ernie's Garage, yet another offshoot of the Youth Center,

     They headed out to where the Zord was.  Or where it used to be.  To their shock, the bicycle chain had been cut and a rough drawing of a cat had been left on the door.   

     "My Zord!!!!"  Kim screamed, not realizing the significance of the drawing.  "Zordon is going to kill me!"  With that, she ran down the road, following tracks that had been made by the tires. 

     Damon sighed as he walked back into the garage.  Maybe being a mechanic wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.   Tomorrow, he'd ask his parents to enroll him in a study program to bring up his failing grades.  "Doctor Damon Henderson," he repeated to himself.  "Yeah, I can do that.  No more stupid coveralls for me."